#fallrw2015

[nonsense-shit]

RW Day 6: Confessions

Also Day 7′s Guilty, Day 6′s Caught

“Petra, didn’t the doctor tell you to limit yourself before?”

A nervous bout of laughter escapes those pretty lips of hers, twiddling her fingers and trying to think up of a reason. A reason, not an excuse. She got it. Patting the growing bump in front, she proceeds to explain her actions her husband deemed wrong. “Well, this little one was craving for some chocolate so I had to fulfil its needs.”

His glare deepens and she yelps. Obviously he isn’t buying any of her bullshit. Levi opens the fridge door and instructs her to count how many chocolate bars were left. A miserable 1.

“Well?”

“Uhm…” she trails off but no later than a second after, her demeanour change 180 degrees. “I can’t help myself! I wasn’t that big of a fan of chocolate anyway! You think I want to be this fat?! It’s your fault too!”

She starts throwing whatever is in reach, first the plastic bags that ends up floating in the air, followed by plastic fruits and even his car keys made their way to his face. It’s really isn’t fun, having weird cravings in the middle of the night. And of course, the weight gain is a given, considering she is carrying and eating for 2 now.

“Petra, calm down! I wasn’t even the one who said you were fat!” Wrong choice of words he chose because she has started to rummage the drawers for utensils. Before she could take a butter knife out, Levi rushes over to hold her. “Oi oi oi oi! Ok ok I’m sorry, I’m sorry. And stop crying already, you look like-“

A glare makes him shut up.

“Fine. Leave me alone. I’ll be fat by myself.” She struggles to get out of his hold but he’s got a pretty good grip on her. “Let go of me!”

“You crazy? I’m not letting anyone else care of you; what kind of husband do you think I am? I may be shitty but I’m not that shitty.”

“You are shitty. You called me fat.”

“Correction: it was the doctor, not me.”

“You didn’t say anything in my defence.”

“I’m no expert, Petra, but the sudden jump in weight is obvious to anyone that it’s not just the baby that is making you heavy.”

She sniffles at that. “Salad tastes horrible now.”

He grunts, “They do, but they’re good for your health.”

“I want some ice cream now.”

“Only after you eat your veggies for the day.”

Petra pouts; pregnancy sure isn’t any fun at all. “I hate you.”

“Yeah. I hate you too.” He kisses her on the cheek, leading her out of the battlefield and into the living room. “Let’s get your feet massaged. I’m sure they’re sore by now.

Petra giggles and Levi shivers mentally; pregnant women’s hormones sure are scary.

[nonsense-shit]

RW Day 2: Ephemeral

A short excerpt from Secret Facility AU (full fic coming up not so soon!)

“What do you think will happen to us if we disappear from their radar?”

It’s a bright night, probably the only bright night they will ever experience in this life. After all, they’re only permitted to be out here for a short mission. All too soon they will be locked away like the insignificant beings they believed they were, existence only forgiven by the sin they are committing against their will.

Oh wait. Whatever will they had were thoroughly shattered and obliterated the moment they passed the test.

“Don’t be foolish, Petra.” He chides in a lower voice than usual; you never know who is listening in. We’ll be dead even before we leave the country, and you know it.

The lady in black continues to stare out the window of their hotel room, uncaring of the harsh neon lights that makes her eyes hurt, this pain is nothing compared to the pain she felt after killing them. She wonders if she can ever be like them, having a normal job with an annoying manager whom you wish would fall into a toilet bowl and get flushed into the sewers. She wonders if she can ever have nice clothes that does not conceal any weapon of sort, the kind that blows in the wind, light and smooth, not thick and coarse like the skin on her scarred palm.

Her edged knife she’d been twirling fell onto carpeted floor and she bends to reach it, not a sign of pain flickering in her as she grabs it by the blade.

“You’re going to stain the carpet.”

“Relax. Not like they’re going to have someone to bill the invoice to by the end of today.”

He hands her a clean towel and she grasps it tightly in her hand, the cloth quickly soaking up the blood. “Has it healed?”

She releases her grip and examines the cut, slowly but surely healing. “Almost done. Here,” she hands the tainted towel back to him, “I’m sure HQ will be happy to save a syringe for the next lab test.”

“You might as well cut a piece of your flesh for them.” He suggests, folding the towel carefully and packs it into a ziplock bag, stuffing it into the duffel kindly provided by their headmaster. “Let’s go. They will be here soon.

Offing the switches with gloved hands, they leave behind the day they donned the names ‘Levi’ and ‘Petra’.

[amaranthprincess21]

Apologies.

Rivetra Week, Fall 2015. Day 8: Apologies Modern AU TW: none. A/N: This is sorta based off a real-life event. People kept vaping indoors at my college and setting off alarms and it was a big problem

Petra considered herself to be a nice girl. She gave out scantrons to anyone who needed them, lent out pencils, gave away paper, was a member of the honor society, did community service in her spare time. She liked to think she was a good person and very kind to others. But as she stood outside in the cold rain, her heart was screaming for blood and vengeance.

It had started last week on Wednesday. She’d been in the cafeteria when Hange came straight up to her, yelling and raging about an idiot who had decided vaping in the science building was acceptable. Long story short, they set the smoke detector off and ruined the lab work Hange had diligently been completing.

The next day, another smoke detector had been set off by people vaping yet again, but this time in the art building. She’d actually been outside chatting with her friend Eren about his history homework when it happened. It scared her quite a bit, making her jump and nearly drop her phone as the peals of loud ringing cut through the air like a jagged, dull knife. She had already been irritated in camaraderie with Hange, but now it’d personally gotten on her nerves as well.

And now, as she stood in the rain, she was pissed off and ready to punch a wall. Other kids seemed disgruntled as well, looking around suspiciously as if they could catch the culprit. Her professor sighed and folded his arms.

“I’ll put the rest of the lecture up on our class site. No one should be out here so I’m just going to end class early. See you on Thursday,” he announced. What? But I had so many questions about the lecture! she thought as the class dispersed. How am I supposed to make flashcards for the midterm if I don’t understand the material! But there was nothing left to do except go back to her house and try and study from there.

This is great, just great. I’m going to be in horrible shape for the midterm. I’m going to have to go in during office hours and try and beat everyone else there. I’m going to be behind in my study schedule. I can’t believe this! Why would someone vape indoors? There’s an umbrella near the smoking area! It’s not like it’s terrible to do this outside!

“Levi, I told you it was a terrible idea. Did you see how many people they had to evacuate from the math building?” Her honey eyes glanced over at two guys. The taller, blond one was glaring at his short, black-haired friend who seemed to be dismissing his words.

“It’s not a big deal. They’ll be back in class in like five minutes,” the shorter one, Levi, was saying. Petra’s body moved of it’s own accord, approaching the men.

“Wait, did you cause the smoke alarms to go off?!” she demanded.

“So? It’s not a big deal. Some of us need our nicotine,” he blew her off, poking a very aggressive nerve on her.

“There’s literally a protected smoking area. Can’t you do it there and not vape inside like an asshole?” she inquired sharply.

“Why don’t you get off my case? Don’t get your panties in a knot.” It happened all too fast. Petra’s fist flew towards his face and made contact. Levi stepped back, clutching his face. The blond quickly stepped between them, putting a hand on their shoulders. Adrenaline was burning through her veins and Petra felt like she was invincible.

“I’m sorry, he’s just a dumbass sometimes,” the blond laughed. Petra just gave him a dark look. “He’ll never do it again. I promise.”

“He better not or I’m breaking his sternum,” she threatened darkly before walking away. . . . Oh my God, what did I just do?! I just punched a guy! And I felt good when I did it oh no that was horrible that was a horrible thing to do. Petra, what were you thinking?! You have to go back and apologize. But as she looked back at him, the blond was clearly trying to calm down Levi, who was giving her a look that could kill a baby. Okay, maybe now’s not the best time.

The vaping indoors slowly stopped and on Thursday Petra walked out of her math class with a box of cookies from the supermarket in her hands, trying to find Levi and his friend. Okay, if he tries to hit back just drop the cookies and run. You shouldn’t get into another fight, she told herself as she circled the math building. Levi and his friend were sitting near the coffee cart at a table. You can do this. Just go up and apologize. Mustering up her courage, Petra walked towards the boys. She tried not to cringe at the dark blue bruise surrounding Levi’s eye.

“Are you here to, what did you say? Break my sternum?” he asked bitterly. She placed the cheap plastic box in front of him.

“I’m sorry I punched you and gave you a black eye,” she said.

“I guess I can let it go,” he said, slowly taking the cookies and putting them into his backpack. “It was a dumb thing to do.”

“No shit,” his friend murmured.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Farlan,” Levi told him sharply. His blue eyes shifted back towards Petra. “That was a pretty nice punch you threw anyway, I can’t stay mad at something done that well.”

“I, uh, thank you?” she said uncertainly.

“You don’t have to act so scared. I meant it in a good way,” he replied as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Well, this is getting awkward for me,” Farlan said, standing up and grabbing his backpack. “I’ll let you guys flirt in peace.”

“What?! We’re not flirting!” Petra shouted after him. Although, she thought, glancing at Levi. I wouldn’t mind it. He’s abrasive, but he’s nice to look at.

[wingsoffreedomlevi]

Rivetra Week Bonus Day 8: Second Chance/Protect

Sunday, November 1st, 7:49pm

I want to protect you.

I want to protect those loving arms that hold me in the middle of the night and those sweet lips that not only kiss me, but speak words of comfort, kindness, and hope for our future together. 

I want to protect these moments we share just enjoying each others company simply talking over tea or enjoying a picnic under the stars. 

I know I say this a lot, but I don’t know what I fucking did to deserve you.  I am thankful every day of my life that you came into it and will remain in it forever as the other half of a heart I didn’t know I had.

You gave me a second chance to live my life the way I want it and taught me to be unafraid to show the real me.

As you lay next to me, your hauntingly beautiful eyes gazing into mine; I am reminded of how lucky I am to be the man you love and also to live my life with no regrets.

* A/N: Thank you everyone for taking time to read, like, and even reblog these little things I write. ^ - ^  They are all dedicated to my beautiful Petra: petra-the-scouting-angel . <3 <3   I plan on maybe continuing doing these little Levi diary entries at least three times a week if I can, so more is to come. ;) *

                      - wingsoffreedomelevi

[rosirinoa]

Is there…?

“Petra! You have to tell me all about it. I want to know all the juicy details about that Levi” asked the copper haired girl’s friend. She had a couple days off and she decided to pay a visit to her hometown to see her father and friends “have you ever had… intimacy?”

“Intimacy?...” Petra thought for an instant and looked through the window, with her eyes lost in some unknown point.

Do they have intimacy? Way beyond the sexual connotation of the question, Petra wondered if they were truly as close as she thought. Yes, she knew the Captain for a few years not and little by little they got to know each other better. Specifically, she made quite the efforts to approach him and discover what was behind that serious and severe expression of his. It’s not like he had resisted a lot; once he confessed that he had always been attracted to her.

Do they know about their secrets and all those things that someone usually keep to themselves?

Perhaps not at all. Petra felt as if, with each conversation she learnt something new about him, about his story, why his eyes seem so sad when he speaks about his past,  why he holds his cup like that and why is he so obsessed with cleaning.

Levi already knows about her annoying attitudes or common habits, like fixing her hair every time she is about to say something personal or the way she scratches her ear when she is nervous, looking at the floor and avoiding eye contact.

Of course, sharing the bed is another way to become closer or have intimacy; it is not just about being naked in front of the other, but to remove barriers between them, without the worry of being judged, showing not only the scars in their skin, but everything that made them be themselves as they were today.

There were days when they couldn’t spend time together, and maybe those were the most intense moments between them. The intimacy of not touching was a secret they shared and they got some delighting from it because it made them conscious of how much they wanted to touch and caress the other, and they didn’t have other way to do is but with their glances and gestures. That made them feel alone, even if they were in a crowded room.

Levi’s protective and vigilant glances meeting Petra’s eyes, who’s always willing to do her best, full of bravery, or even those small talks they had when they managed to be apart from the rest of the squad, when they kept the façade of Captain and subordinate, assured them they were much more than that. Also, giving their own space and time to be alone was part of that intimacy.

Sometimes, Levi spends days locked in his room, not talking to anyone and Petra, despite being worried about him, comes back only when he opens the door, inviting her to enter again… when he is ready to do it. There are nights when she only wants to sleep next to him, without talking, and he knows nothing else will happen, besides a deep embrace. He understands.

And then, getting out of her memories, Petra returns to that coffee, sitting next to her friend.

“If we have intimacy?... definitely yes” and a beautiful smile appeared in her lips and her face appeared to be illuminated a little bit more.

 Author’s notes:  so, this is the last prompt of rivetra week. This is quite sad, and I look forward to the next event. I really missed writing these two characters and I will keep doing it, so see you later guys!

[rosirinoa]

¿La hay?

-¡Petra! Tienes que contármelo todo. Quiero saber todos los detalles de ese tal Levi –preguntó con muchas ansias la amiga de la chica con cabello castaño.  Tenía un par de días libres y decidió visitar su pueblo natal para ver  su padre y amigos- ¿han tenido intimidad?

-¿Intimidad?... – Petra pensó por un instante y miró hacia la ventana, con la mirada perdida en algún punto desconocido.

¿Habían tenido intimidad? Más allá de la connotación sexual de la pregunta, Petra se preguntó si en verdad eran tan cercanos como ella pensaba. Sí, conocía al Capitán desde hacía algunos años y poco a poco se fueron conociendo más. Concretamente, ella se esforzó en acercarse a él y descubrir lo que había detrás de ese gesto tan serio y severo. No es que él haya puesto mucha resistencia, en alguna ocasión le confesó que siempre se había sentido atraído a ella.

¿Conocían sus secretos y aquello que solo se reserva a uno mismo?

Tal vez no del todo. Petra sentía que con cada conversación aprendía más de él, de su historia y el por qué de su triste mirada cuando hablaba del pasado, por qué sostenía así la taza de té y el por qué de su obsesión por la limpieza.

Levi ya conocía sus molestas mañas y hábitos, como  el acomodarse el cabello cada vez que  estaba a punto de hablas sobre algo personal o la manera en se rascaba la oreja cuando se ponía nerviosa, mirando hacia el piso y evitando los ojos de quien estuviese en frente de ella.

Desde luego que compartir la cama era una forma de acercarse más; tener intimidad, pero no era sólo el estar desnudo frente al otro, sino el remover las barreras entre ellos, sin miedo a ser juzgados, mostrando no sólo cicatrices en la piel, sino todo lo que los hacía ser ellos mismos en el tiempo presente.

Había días en los que no podían pasar tiempo juntos y tal vez esos eran los momentos más intensos entre los dos. La intimidad del no tocarse era un secreto que compartían y deleitaba; los hacía conscientes de lo mucho que querían acariciar y tocar al otro y no les quedaba más remedio que hacerlo con cada mirada y cada gesto. Eso los hacía sentirse solos, incluso estando en una habitación llena de soldados.

La mirada protectora y vigilante de Levi encontrándose con la de Petra, siempre dispuesta a dar lo mejor de sí, llena de valentía o esas pequeñas pláticas que tenían cuando lograban alejarse un poco del resto del escuadrón, cuando mantenían la fachada de Capitán y subordinada, les aseguraban que eran mucho más. También el darse espacio y tiempo para estar solos era parte de esa intimidad.

A veces Levi pasa un par de días encerrado en su habitación, sin hablar con nadie y Petra, aunque se preocupa por él, regresa sólo cuando él abre la puerta, invitándola a entrar de nuevo… cuando estaba listo para hacerlo. Hay noches que ella sólo quiere dormir junto a él, sin hablar,  sin que pase algo más que un cálido abrazo. Él lo entiende.

Y después, saliendo de sus recuerdos, Petra regresa a ese café, sentada junto a su amiga.

-¿Qué si hay intimidad entre nosotros?... definitivamente sí –y entonces una bellísima sonrisa apareció en sus labios y su gesto se iluminó un poco más.

 Notas de la autora: y así llegamos al último día de la semana rivetra y no puedo evitar sentirme tan nostálgica como la realidad de Petra y Levi. Gracias al cielo que aún hay fanfics y podemos tener esperanza de seguir soñando. ¡Nos leemos pronto!

[dorkwolf-marejai]

Rivetra week, day 8 - Protect

[seasaltmemories]

Broken

Rating: T

Summary:  They are different people than the two that first met all those years ago. They have both changed, and even with the killing at its end, it still might be impossible for them to be together like used to be.

The military life leaves them shattered into a million pieces. They are china dolls in the hands of children, so it makes sense that they end up with a fair share of cracks. But what really lets those hairline fractures grow worse, is because they are expected to hide them from the rest of the world. They have to pretend to still be the pretty porcelain they just aren't, and eventually the act becomes so overwhelming they break.

It's why the survivors band together as if that's all they have in this world. They are the people who pick up the pieces one by one and try to fit them together once more. The glue each other back together when no one else is looking and hope that it will be enough to last the night.

Some of them are more visible with their injuries. Petra hasn't walked a single step in years, no longer does she wield blades and fly like a bird. As the world falls apart, she stays at home with her pension, grief still raw and tender.

Meanwhile Levi's body remains untouched while his mind remains only a problem away from breaking completely. He never wanted this life. He never wanted to be in charge of saving humanity. Death knew him too well back in the underground, but now he is trapped with the rest of the survivors in this game of Russia roulette. One of these days he is gonna bite the bullet but it has become harder and harder to dread such a fate as that.

Still even at their worst, there is always someone else to lend a helping hand.

Levi visits her in the middle of the night. They talk of nothing about the soft kisses and fingers tangled through each others hair. He proposes a way to keep her involved in the military and Petra decides right away that she will not let her now useless legs stop her.

A few weeks later, he finally opens up to her again, and they talk and talk about everything til he is finally able to sleep peacefully.

She no longer wears a pair of wings on her back, but Petra proves to be useful in passing along secret messages and surveillance. She commands the respect of everyone and make sure they do not deny the fact she was and still is a powerful soldier.

He slowly but surely comes to accept the deaths of his brothers and sisters in arms. He gives them rest and make sure their sacrifices were not in vain. He remembers but tries to keep the past from haunting him. There is a future in these kids, and he will fight to protect it.

When everything is said and done, he goes back to the little house Petra calls home, and together they sit and watch the sunset. She is curled up in his lap with her head resting in the crook of his neck, while he holds her as if he'll never let her go. They are different people than the two that first met all those years ago. They have both changed, and even with the killing at its end, it still might be impossible for them to be together like used to be.

But that doesn't matter at all. No words are exchanged because they simply aren't needed. For now, this is enough.

Instead of breaking, they pulled each other back together.

A.N. And this is the end of rivetra week for me, sorry I couldn't participate as much, but I still had fun! I'm also glad I got to end the week on a more positive note