#implied rivetra

[savingprimrose]

Lol what if Oluo keeps accidentally finding Levi and Petra’s vague love notes to each other, and thinks its for him😂😂

Did a twist to the prompt but here you go @winterpixier (I can’t tag you? 😫)

and also doubles as my entry to the weekly prompt challenge in the Rivetra Writers Discord server! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Posted this as well to my Rvietra Drabble Collection! [AO3]

The first time Oluo Bossard finds a note, he was pretty sure it wasn't meant for him. 

He was in the office pantry to get some snacks when he saw a note - an orange sticky note to be exact, stuck on the pantry's toaster and written on it in perfect cursive were the words seeing you is the best part of my day ♡ 

He was pretty sure it was for someone else.

The second time he found one was in the office copier room, it was stuck on the screen of the copier's control panel. 

You look good in midnight blue :) 

He was wearing a dark grey suit but he preened at the compliment, anyway. He even adjusted his cravat before walking out of the copier room and sashaying down to his desk, a folder of documents he forgot to photocopy under his arm. 

He still wasn't sure if it was for him but then it happened again. And again. And again. He keeps finding little notes with compliments and encouragements written on them all over the office, and by the sixth time he finds one, he can't help but think that perhaps there really is someone in the office who secretly admires him. 

He set it upon himself to uncover the identity of his secret admirer. The only clue he has was the fact that his admirer only writes their notes on orange-colored sticky notes and that their penmanship is very neat and pretty. Plus they make good tea and bake delicious chocolate chip cookies. 

By the following week, Oluo is pretty much certain that his secret admirer is none other than Petra Ral - the cutest girl in their department. She was the only one with a stack of orange sticky notes on her desk. 

He was smiling to himself when Gunther walks over to his desk and asks him why he has that stupid grin on his face. Oluo beckons the other man closer and whisper's into his ear, "I may have an office admirer." 

Oluo's eyes flicker to Petra who was smiling and chatting with their boss, Levi Ackerman. 

Gunther scoffs, "You're delusional." 

"Oluo's delusional?" Eld, who is always in search of the latest office gossip, says as he rolls his desk chair over to the two men. 

"Yeah. He thinks that Petra likes him," Gunther adds as he steals a mint from Oluo's stash of candies. 

Eld chuckles, "What do you mean Petra likes you? Rumor has it that she and the boss are dating." 

"But the notes -" 

"What notes?" came a feminine voice behind them. They all turn and Petra was there, eyeing them suspiciously. 

Gunther kicks Oluo's shin. 

Oluo is sheepish when he tells her that he's been finding notes from her all over the office and that he's convinced that she likes him. 

Petra gasps, "No wonder Levi got none of my notes!" 

Eld claps Oluo's shoulder and says, "Told you they were dating."

[nonsense-shit]

can you write a fic where petra meets isabel and farlan in heaven :)

“I can’t believe this; there’s actually someone else who looks up to Big Brother as well!” Leaping towards the only other female she’s known who isn’t that put off by Levi’s mannerisms, Isabel hooks her strong arms around the latest addition around here, happy to have another person to talk to.

Unlike Isabel’s reaction, Farlan remains level-headed and wary. All the soldiers they met while they’re alive were nothing but welcoming so why would this little sunshine be singing praises of their leader? Not one to exclude himself intentionally, he clears his throat and introduces himself properly.

“Farlan Church. I used to be good friends with Levi. Nice to meet you, though the venue doesn’t deem the situation that nice.”

Petra smiles, and Farlan is slightly irked that he didn’t meet her while he was still alive.

Welps.

“Judging by the looks of your state, I would bet that you got done in by some shitty Titan, yeah?”

Petra winces internally at the language; she’s used to her captain speaking that way but to hear someone else not bothering to use any filter, she’s more than a hundred percent positive that yeap, Isabel definitely looked up to Levi.

“Got kicked right in the back.” Thinking back about it, Petra kicks herself for losing her will in battle but there’s nothing left to salvage anymore. “But I believe Captain will capture the Female Titan and ensure Eren’s safety.”

Isabel snaps her fingers loudly and agrees wholeheartedly, “Of course! Big Brother is the strongest after all!”

Ignoring Isabel’s maniac laughter, Farlan turns to Petra and probe about Levi’s situation. The air turns solemn, the light in Petra’s bright eyes slowly diminishing at what was left behind.

“I can only hope he will be alright.” She whispers, hand reaching up to caress her abdomen.

[sun-summoning]

"That is one hell of a mess." preferably after something kinky =3

"That is one hell of a mess." Petra paused, taking in all of her hard work and then grinned triumphantly.

Just an hour ago there had been, well, a stain in a place where there should not have been a stain. To make matters worse, said stain was a result of substances that had no place staining where she just cleaned. Petra gathered her supplies to go so she could yell at Levi for not helping her clean what was honestly 80% his mess.

"Or well, it was one hell of a mess—”

"Hello, Ral."

"At ease," Erwin said, nearing her. "Is there a reason you are in my office?"

"Um." Petra swallowed thickly. "Just cleaning, sir. The captain told me to."

Erwin settled into his recently sterilized chair and Petra bit her lip to avoid blurting out anything stupid and/or incriminating. “And here I thought Levi only assigned the new recruits to the annoying cleaning jobs.” Erwin smiled at her warmly enough but Petra couldn’t help her rapidly beating heart. 

"Not always, sir."

"Apparently not." Erwin leaned back, looking quite comfortable. "There was a boy in here cleaning yesterday, actually. I suppose Levi just wanted to be… thorough."

"Most likely, sir."

"I wonder why."

"So do I sir." Petra cleared her throat and saluted Erwin once more. "I should go now—"

"Oh, I believe you dropped something, Ral." He reached for whatever was on the floor beside his desk and when he sat up straight with a crumpled sheet of paper, Petra almost whimpered out loud. “Infimary, kitchen, Hanji’s lab—” Somehow Erwin looked at her with pity in his eyes. “The captain seems to have given you quite the list of places to… clean up in.”

Petra coughed. “Right. That.”

[sun-summoning]

Fic where the newly recruited boys have a crush on petra and levi doesnt like it one bit

"they seem fond of her," erd pointed out one day, watching the latest member of the undercut club rub the back of his neck and mumble something about petra’s hair being pretty. 

"yeah, but new recruits are always fond of her,” gunther groused.

really, none of them had a problem with the little schoolboy crushes. petra was a pretty girl. a sweet girl. it was only natural for the new kids to latch on to her. 

so what if the buzzcut one gave petra some flowers or if the one with the boobs couldn’t string a sentence when she smiled at him? hell, the sweaty one seemed to sweat even more around her.

auruo rolled his eyes, remembering the last set of boys that fawned over petra in view of the captain. “they need to stop,” he said, “before the captain comes.”

he scratched his chin thoughtfully, trying to decide if he should steer petra and her utter obliviousness away from the boys that were crushing on her or if he wanted to watch these kids get assigned stupid duties because the captain was more or less a spiteful, jealous ass in these situations.

watching the captain approach, auruo chose the latter.

[sun-summoning]

summary: petra gets an unfortunate rash in an unfortunate place

“So I have a problem.”

“Okay?”

“A medical problem,” Petra clarified, adjusting the straps around her thighs in what was clearly discomfort.

Hanji nodded. “Show it to me?”

“Um.”

At her reluctance, Hanji rolled their eyes. “Petra, I’ve already seen you naked.”

“Whoa, hey now!” Hanji all but shouted, holding up their hands. “Look, I know I don’t usually act like it, but I actually respect Levi too much to bang—”

“I’m not propositioning you.”

“Oh.” Hanji tried not to look too disappointed. They cleared their throat. “I see. You may proceed then. I guess.”

Petra muttered something under her breath as she pulled her pants down, hooking her panties along the way to give Hanji a clear picture of the problem—

“Oh, wow. That’s… wow.”

—that appeared two days ago, red and itchy and irritating and on her rear and upper thighs.

“I don’t know what happened,” Petra said. She sounded ready to cry from sheer frustration so Hanji refrained from making any potentially inappropriate comments. She stood their sadly, leaning against the desk with her once lily white ass bared for Hanji’s medical assessment. “Do you think it’s like… some sort of sexually-transmitted disease?” This seemed to be the first time Petra considered that because suddenly she turned around and glowered. “Fuck! Do you think he gave me an STD?! I mean I always pegged him a virgin to be honest but fuck!” Her arms flailed as she ranted. “Humanity’s strongest or not, I’ll kill him—”

“Petra, calm down.”

“—I’LL KILL HIM—”

“It’s poison oak.”

“…what?”

“Poison oak.” Hanji crouched down by Petra who tried very hard not to convey her uneasiness. They glanced up at Petra with a curious grin. “How did you get poison oak on your ass anyway?”

“I don’t know!” How did she get poison oak on her ass? Petra thought over the past few days. They only time she might have come into contact with poison oak was when she’d been patrolling outside. Around midnight, Levi had joined her because he couldn’t sleep and then one thing led to the other and there was a convenient bush for cover and… Petra cringed. “I do know.”

“Are you going to share?”

“Nope.”

“Then I won’t share anything to soothe the rash.”

“Ugh, fine!”

[sun-summoning]

prompt: "fuck off" 

“Fuck off!” Eren mutters, turning onto his side and pulling the blanket over his head. There’s hardly any light, so the sun definitely hasn’t risen and Jean is probably being a douchebag again and pestering him because he can’t sleep. When Jean continues to poke him, Eren tugs the blanket away and opens his eyes a fraction to glare at the annoying bastard. “I said fuck off, Jean!”

Instead he sees Petra and it occurs to him that he doesn’t see any sunlight because he’s in a dungeon and Jean isn’t here and oh, right, he’s currently in Captain Levi’s care in a castle in the middle of nowhere.

“Morning,” he replies. He stares at her with one eye, the other buried with the other half of his head in his pillow. “Uh… why are you here?”

“To make sure you get up, silly.” She pulls away the blanket, leaving Eren to moan childishly and shiver. She only laughs at him though before sighing in resignation and throwing the blanket back over him. “Seriously though, get up. You’re going to help me cook breakfast.”

“But Petra I don’t wanna.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m tired,” Eren whines. He’s not normally this bratty and he wouldn’t be this playful with Petra had she not showed him such kindness in the past week that they’d been together. “Five more minutes.”

He hears Petra laugh as he turns onto his stomach and presses his face into the pillow again.

“So is Jean your boyfriend?”

Naturally, that’s enough to wake him up fully. “What?” he shouts, finally sitting up and staring at Petra with wide eyes. “I – he – we – no, Petra! It’s not like that!”

“Oh.” Petra winces and nods understandingly. “Friends with benefits then?”

“No!”

“It’s okay, Eren,” she murmurs. “You don’t need to explain your relationship to me of all people.” She gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze because it’s not like she isn’t in the middle of her own messy little affair. “It’ll get better soon.” With that said, she turns on her heel and begins to walk out of the dungeon.

Eren hastily throws on his pants to follow after her and explain that Jean isn’t his fucking boyfriend.  

[sun-summoning]

Might make a serious levi x petra x eren incredibly hot and hard

i’m so sorry anon, but in my eyes eren is the closest thing rivetra will ever get to having a bb. so instead you can have this: 

“Don’t you think you’re being a little ridiculous?”

Jean glared at Armin. “Ridiculous?” he echoed incredulously. “You of all people should be concerned! I’m surprised Mikasa isn’t concerned!”

“That’s because there’s nothing to be concerned about,” Armin pointed out.

“Of course there is!”

Jean glanced across the mess hall to where Eren sat beside Petra and across from Levi, scowling when the captain said something that made Petra laugh and Eren flush. When Petra stopped, she noticed something on Eren’s face, so she licked her thumb and wiped it off for him, making Eren blush even more.

“Don’t you see what’s happening?” Jean all but yelled.

“No, Jean. I really, really don’t.”

“They’re one of those couples,” Jean whispered. “You know, the ones that get good-looking young men to have sex with them to spice things up!”

Armin held Jean’s gaze for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not Jean was serious. When he realized that Jean actually believed the shit coming out of his mouth, Armin just sighed.

“I can’t deal with you, Jean,” Armin said flatly, standing up to walk away.

“What?! You can’t just leave!”

Armin ignored him.

“We need to save Eren, Armin!”

[sun-summoning]

viii. skype text sex (modern au)

Petra drummed her fingers on the table, frowning at Mike who sat beside her. He’d come to her after class asking if she could help him get caught up on the last two lectures he missed and she’d been more than willing to help. That is, of course, until they got to the library and all Mike did was text the day away while she tried explaining what they were currently learning.

“Mike!” she shouted in frustration. “Look, I don’t mind helping you study, but could you just, you know, pay attention?” Then she paused, noticing that the phone in his hands was a familiar shade of purple. “Wait a second – is that my phone?”

Mike didn’t bother looking up. “Nope,” he denied weakly. Petra reached for the device but he held it high above her head, not even trying to hide his smugness. “I’m just playing a game.”

But she wasted no time jabbing him in the ribs and making a grab for the phone when his arm fell. She turned on the screen and pursed her lips, clearly unamused by what she saw.

“‘I want you to—’” She coughed. “‘—on my—’” Petra inhaled sharply and hit Mike a second time. “Why are you sexting Levi?”

“He started it?”

Petra scrolled through the conversation and determined that, yes, Levi, did indeed start it with a not too subtle “what are you wearing?” Well, that was better than a dick pic, she supposed. And as she went through the rest of the messages, she found herself even a little impressed by his creativity.

She wasn’t even mad. The entire situation was much too awkward and hilarious for her to be mad. She couldn’t wait to tell Hanji about it, really. Who knew Mike would be so good at telling Levi about all the things he wanted to do to him with a silk scarf, some Nutella, and a string of pearls?

Although he did have a few flaws to his style, Petra thought. “Mike, you need to work on your dirty talk,” Petra said, still frowning at what were apparently her responses.

Mike had the grace to look offended. “Excuse you?”

“You said ‘oh, and then what?’ five times. Like you’re not even remotely sexy.”

“I’m super sexy.”

“Not—”

Her phone vibrated as a new text arrived and Mike quickly grabbed it, opening the message and smirking. He looked thoughtful for a brief moment before he began typing away eagerly.

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“It’s funny.”

“It’s weird.”

“Still funny.”

“And creepy.”

“Funny!”

-

Across campus, Levi was browsing through imgur under the guise of writing a paper while Hanji was eagerly texting someone, not even pretending to be working. He didn’t really care what Hanji did as long as it didn’t affect him, but when he reached into his bag and found his phone missing, he could only curse under his breath and glare at his study partner.

“What the fuck are you doing with my phone, Hanji?”

Hanji just laughed and continued typing away. “Shush, don’t ask questions.”