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For Rivetra weekend prompt :Legend .

I chose The Nutcracker because it's from Germany (tbh I never thought the story is from Germany). Levi as the Nutcracker and Petra as Clara. I really enjoyed drawing them as the main characters.

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Rivetra weekend : Chance

A late post for my contribution in Rivetra fandom. An AU where the both of them become lovers is making me fangirl too much!!

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Chance

Petra survives au. Yep, I couldn't help myself. Happy rivetra weekend everyone !

2275 words

When she opens her eyes, all she can see is blurry green. Then her eyes focus, and she recognize the canopy of the forest.

She tries to move, but the moment she lift her head from the ground her mind goes blank again and her body screams her to stop. So, she waits, defeated and lost.

She remembers the expedition, she remembers what the Captain did not told them, she remembers the boy, Eren, and she remembers the female Titan. She remembers everything.

How did she survive that? Are the others alive?

Too much question and she can’t answer any of them. There are some horrible, terrible sounds reasoning between the trees and fear take her whole. She still can’t move, and she can’t tell if the screams and the loud step of the Titans are approaching or leaving. She hears something that sound like the sweet familiar sound of a 3DGM far, far away, “they came for me” she thinks, relieved. Then she falls unconscious again.

 When she wakes up, she feels even worse than earlier. Her thoughts are still clear, but she does not understand why she left the forest to lay on the hard ground of the plain, under the blue sky. She panics when she recognizes the white fabric wrapped around her. A scream wants to escape her mouth, but her lips are closed, it is dried blood and it cracks when she insists; the moan coming from her lungs is so ridiculous that she want to take it back. Maybe it’s the adrenaline of being took for a cadaver that wakes her up but slowly, she tries moving again. She never felt like that, everything, every single part of her body hurts like hell.

An eternity later, she is standing on her feet. She’s unsteady, full of wound and cuts, and she is pretty sure her spine is going to break if she takes a single step. But she takes it, and then the other.

She is using her blades as crutches and the progression is hard, but trying to fly would kill her, no matter if her gas tank is still half full. She cries all the way, and moan and scream every two meters. When the sweet straight line of Wall Rose appears at the horizon, while the sun set, she nearly abandons; it is too far away from her reach. But the thought of dying so near home makes her mind revolt.

When she is near enough to see the human’s silhouettes, all the way up, her body betrays her. She falls on the ground, and the dirt welcomes her. When she closes her eyes, she is not sure she will wake up, but there is a smile on her face; the sound of the cables sliding toward her, and the shouts of the garrison soldiers accompanies her while she falls unconscious.

 She awakes again, and the muscles of her back recognize the hard stone of the Wall. Relief takes her, and she feels like she is going to die right there. Her eyes can’t not open, it would be too hard to do it. She can hear the murmurs of the soldiers, she is too tired to understand what they are saying but she feels their presence all around her and she knows they’ll take care of her. Suddenly a voice speaks, at her right, and her head automatically turn to the side of the sound.

“Petra” the voice says again, and if she thought she felt relieved some seconds before, it is nothing compared to what she feels right now.

A hand falls on her forehead and she forces her eyelids to open. It’s blurry. The first time she opened her eyes it was to discover the green of the forest, the second time it was the blue of the sky, the third time it is the dark of his hair.

“Captain” she tries to say, but no sounds leaves her mouth.

“It’s okay, don’t speak” he orders.

Her eyes close against her will and his hand leave her face. She wants to ask him to put it there again because now she knows he is here she does not want him to leave her side, but she can’t speak. A hand clenches her, and she knows it’s his, even if he never held it before.

“I’m taking you with me.” It’s his voice but there is so much emotions in it she wonders if she’s getting delirious.

Exhaustion takes her as he continues speaking.

 The fourth time, she is in a hospital. She knows it because the mattress is soft, the light is white, and it smells like death. She has been in this kind of place numerous times, and when she turns her head to the chair at her left, she can already see the image of a worried Auruo. But he is not here. The chair is empty.

Her chest gets heavier and Petra lets her eyes flee to the other persons in the room. There’re three other beds beds with people on it but they’re all civilians. It isn’t the infirmary of the barracks.

Her thoughts are still clear. Gunther is dead, his neck was sliced in the worst possible way and you don’t survive these types of wound, she made this cut enough times to know it’s deadly. Erd’s lower half was eaten and separated from his body, he can only be dead. Her heart sunk lower in her chest. It leaves it to Auruo. Auruo that wasn’t wounded when she was hit. Auruo the best of the team. Auruo that would have slept day and night at her bed if he was alive. But he is not there.

She is the only one left.

There’s three wounded around her, there’s two nurses talking lightly at the opposite side of the room and she is in a hospital full of people. But she never felt more alone.

She is the only one left.

When she closes her eyes once more, she wonders if she really should have fought that hard to return home. Maybe if she had known they were gone she wouldn’t have tried at all. For a brief moment she thinks about Eren, about the possibility that he may have survived – because she can’t accept the fact that her squad failed their last mission – then she falls asleep again.

 After that she alternates between consciousness and unconsciousness, she can’t tell for how long. Her body hurts and she does not eat much. Her bandages are changed a lot, but she does not ask what her injuries are and how bad they are. She does not speak, and the nurses and doctors do not tell her a single thing. She waits. She regrets having done what she had done. She wishes she had stayed in the plain. And why is no one visiting her? It worries her more than she allows herself to think about. In fact, the hardest part about recovery is when you’re not sure you want to recover.

She dreams a lot and all her dreams are about the female titan that pursued them. She has to endure the sight of this demon healing her eye faster than the other again and again. She’s on her horse and she’s running away, and she hears the sturdy pace of her monstrous feet running after her. She sees Gunther’s neck being sliced and every time she tries to warn him her voice makes no sound, every time she tries to push him away, she is too late. Erd screams for her when the titan crushes him between her teeth and she can only watch. He begs, and he cries, and she stands on a tree and she does not move. She remembers flying too low and Auruo telling her to go up but her 3DGM does not work and she’s stuck on the ground, she sees the tree getting nearer and nearer and she feel the push of the beast on her back but there is no pain in her dreams, just fear. Auruo’s death change all the time. Sometimes he is eaten whole, sometimes he looks at her for a long time and turn away, sometimes she kills him herself, her blades full of his blood.

That’s what her life looks like for some time, nightmares when she sleeps and pain when she wakes up. She does not keep track of the days passing.

 One day when she opens her eyes Levi is there, and it so unexpected that for once her injuries does not hurt, her body and mind are completely concentrated on him. He is there, sitting on this chair, arms crossed, looking at her with hided concern, and suddenly she remembers why she fought so hard to survive.

He seems like he wants to speak, his mouth slightly open and his brows furrowed, but nothing comes.

“Auruo is dead” she eventually says.

That’s not what she wanted to tell him, but the thought has been on her mind for too long now; and even if she knows what he is going to say she need to hear it from his mouth.

“He is” he responds. There’s grief in his voice and his eyes flew away from hers for some seconds, before returning to her “How are you?”

“I don’t know, it hurts like hell, but the doctors didn’t tell me anything." she doesn't adds something like i don't care, because she knew he woukd hate it, but really right now she doesn't care about her health, "Eren?”

“Alive, a lot of things happened I’ll tell you later. Do you want tea?” he asks, and the question is so surprising, he seems so uneasy, that all she can do is nods.

He leaves and the second she cannot see him she regrets having said yes. She fears he will not return and that she’ll has to stay alone with her thoughts and she cannot support this anymore. She has to see people, she has to leave this bed, to speak and be part of the world again. In this place there is only the ghosts of her comrades and the terrifying thought of the female Titan. If she stays there, she’s going to turn mad.

He returns with warm cups and when the scent of green tea invades her nose she already feels better. He explains her everything. How Eren survived, how they had to leave the bodies in the plain – and his eyes does not leave the inside of his cup during all the explication – how they had already returned in the castle when a garrison soldier rushed in, telling them Petra Ral was alive, how he took his horse and returned to the wall angry as hell, being certain it couldn’t be her, how he found her at death’s doors and how it was impossible, how they transported her to the hospital of Karanese, how they found who was the female Titan and what happened in Sina. He returned to Karanese the moment they had to admit they weren’t able to break the glass Annie Leonhart was hidden in. When he finally stops speaking, her cup his empty since long. He didn’t touch his. It’s the first time she heard him talk for so long, he seems exhausted.

“I’m sorry Captain, we weren’t able to protect Eren. You trusted us, he trusted us, and we failed miserably”.

“Don’t be stupid” he spat, “you couldn’t do anything against this bitch. I should…” but he stops himself before going further. She’s not going to ask him what he wanted to say, he’s been acting so strange since he is there, so out of character, and she does not want to push him.

He takes her cup from her hands and puts it on the table, next to his. His right hand stays on her arm, clenching it, and his eyes lock into hers, there’s determination in them.

“I’m glad you’re alive Petra”

She can’t contain the smile that appears on her lips, nor the tears in her eyes.

Her other hand goes over his and she clench too; then a patient in the room cough and he retreats in the chair.

“You said” she wonders “you said you saw me dead. How is it that I’m alive? I don’t understand”

“I don’t understand either” he shrugs “I don’t care. Call it luck or chance or what you want, that doesn’t matter. You survived.”

Why me? She wants to ask, but she keeps her words to herself. Levi looks at the clock on the wall above her, and to the way his face frowns she knows what he’s going to say.

“You’re going to leave” she says, and she can’t hide the terror in her voice.

“I am. There’s a reunion about how our action destructed half of Sina, I have to be with Erwin and the others”.

“Don’t leave me there” she pleads “Please, make them send me to the barrack‘s infirmary. I feel better now, I can’t stay alone in this place”

She sounds like a little girl, not like a soldier, and she would be ashamed if she wasn’t sure she couldn’t handle more of this place. Levi seems like he is hesitating, but then he nods, and she feels a weight being removed from her shoulders.

“Thanks” she sighs.

He stands up to leave, his hand goes to her cheek.

“Take care Petra”

When he leaves, she is way more confident than she ever was.

She does not know why or how she survived. It was chance. Something that can’t be predicted, understood or controlled. It was luck. It was fortune. All she knows is that she survived, and she’s going to devote this chance to Levi.

[savingprimrose]

lessons on literacy

The worst thing about being a captain of the Scouting Legion was not the training, nor the expeditions, nor was it the formal functions he has to attend from time to time. Sure you could say that the worst was returning home with less and less soldiers with each and every expedition or maybe even breaking the news to their respective families - but not to Levi Ackerman.

If he is to rank them from 1 to 5 with 1 being the easiest and 5 being the most difficult, it would look like this:

1. Training

2. Formal functions

3. Expeditions

4. Less soldiers

5. Breaking the news

To him, these things were bearable somehow. Broken bones heal, a few nods and a couple of nice words could get him through a night’s party. And with every expedition and every soldier lost, he has learned to move forward and to carry on with his life to make their deaths count.

These, he thinks, are bearable.

The worst, most impossible thing about being captain of the Scouting Legion to Levi Ackerman is the amount of paperworks he has to read. And write. And sign. It may sound pathetic to you but to him it’s the most boring, most taxing thing and well, he’d rather slice a titan to pieces than sit on his desk trying to read policies and all that shit he did not sign up for.

The reason he agreed to be a captain in the first place was the notion that all he had to do was train new recruits. It wasn’t long before he found out that he had tons of paper work to do, much to his dismay.

You see, as someone who grew up in the capital’s underground city, Levi Ackerman was never given the opportunity to get proper education. He does not know how to read and write.

It was a good thing that his mother has taught him how to write his name before she passed. At least he can somehow sign papers even if his signature is just a squiggly, poorly penned “Levi A.”

When asked why his signature looks like a child’s scrawl his answer would either be fuck off or my handwriting’s bad, I know complete with a scowl.

It frustrates him.

Not a single soul knows of his illiteracy - not even Erwin nor Hanji.

You may ask: but what about his training days? didn’t they require trainee scouts to attend class lectures and take exams? ah, but you see, Levi was a special case. Having been recruited by the Commander of the Scouting Legion himself and partly because of his expertise in the maneuver gear and his battle prowess, Levi was granted the immunity to not take classroom discussions and exams and was promoted straight as a new recruit in the Scouting Legion.

He sighs, running his hands through his hair and tugging at it in frustration, and stares at a new stack of documents in front of him that arrived with the mail.

He knows that he can’t continue this act any longer. Sooner or later he’ll have to attend a meeting where he would be required to read out loud and he’ll end up shitting himself in embarrassment. The mere thought of his higher ups finding out that he’s illiterate is making his stomach churn.

He drinks from his freshly brewed cup of tea, lets his head fall to his folded, and groans.

This is frustrating.

He doesn’t know how long he’s stayed in such a despondent position and only when he hears the kitchen door creak open does he lift his head from his arms and watches as a petite young woman with sunset colored hair enters.

She must’ve not noticed him as she went straight for the kitchen counter, humming to herself, and started preparing herself a cup of coffee.

“Morning, Petra,” his voice came out gruff. His throat feels dry.

She lets out a squeak and a hand flies to her chest, nearly dropping her coffee cup. It was almost comical and Levi couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the sight.

She whips around to face him, “You scared me, Captain!”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” he reaches for his cup of tea and finds it cold. He drinks it, anyway.

She gives him a smile before moving across the kitchen to sit in front of him.

“I missed the mail again.”

Levi stares at her and nods absentmindedly, too preoccupied of his current dilemma to notice the letter Petra has placed on the table.

“My father is probably worried sick by now. I haven’t sent him a letter in two weeks!”

Only when she mentioned the word letter does he snap out of his reverie and hones in on the letter.

“Did you just say... a letter?”

As if in a trance, Levi slowly reaches out to take hold of the letter she has placed on the table but even before he lays a finger on it, Petra snatches the letter and presses it against her chest, almost knocking her coffee in her haste.

Her eyes widen in shock, her cheeks turning pink, “yes, I did. Why?”

He looks taken aback by her actions and blinks, he himself doesn’t even know why he wanted to take hold of her letter in the first place. He won’t be able to read it anyway. He clears his throat, “Uh, nothing. I just... wanted to know if you wrote the letter yourself.”

Her eyebrows knit together in obvious confusion and he is overcome with a sudden urge to smoothen the wrinkles formed between them with his thumbs.

“Uhh, yes, I did. Why do you ask?” She says, the letter still pressed to her sternum.

He shrugs in an attempt to look and sound nonchalant, “No reason.”

She doesn’t buy it.

“There’s something on your mind, Captain. What is it?” She places the letter back on the table but lays a protective hand on top of it.

He sighs heavily, shoulders drooping. He locks eyes with hers, and with his voice dropping low it was almost a whisper, he says, “I need your help, Petra.”

And thus began their late-night lessons on literacy.

Levi was skeptical at first.

What if he’s too old to learn how to read? What if his hands can’t hold a pen right? What if teaching him was really against her will? What if the reason why she only agreed to this was because he was her superior?

But all those what ifs were instantly shut down on their first night of lessons together when she showed him how eager, how enthusiastic, and how committed she was to teaching him.

She was patient with him. She showed him how to properly hold a pen between his calloused and awkward fingers. She was gentle with him. She’d guide his hand as his pen glides on the smooth paper and as he traces letters and numbers on the practice sheets she’d made for him.

On most nights he’d practice writing letters and numbers until the light emanating from the gas-lamp is nothing but a soft, faint glow casting their shadows on walls as she slowly drifts off to sleep beside him - head nestled on her folded arms on top of his desk. He’d look over to her then and pray to whatever god that she doesn’t open her eyes - not yet - and stares at her with so much adoration and gratitude and for a moment he thinks that maybe he likes her a little too much for his own good.

Learning how to write was easier than he’d thought and perhaps it was partly due to how excellent a teacher Petra was to him.

Learning how to read was a different matter altogether. If writing was easy for him, then reading was its complete opposite.

She’d brought him books - children’s books to be exact - and would read to him first before he tries to do the same.

Reading was the hardest and most frustrating thing he has ever done.

Often times he’d butcher the pronunciation of words and sometimes the letters would jumble in his head and he’d read the words wrong - especially if the words were composed of the same letters. But Petra was an angel. She’d always encourage him to try again with that sweet smile of hers and praise him whenever he reads the words right.  

Months pass and he is becoming more and more confident and Petra beams with pride whenever he finishes reading her a book.

“You’re good at this,” he tells her as he closes the book he was reading from.

She straightens up in her chair beside him and flashes him a smile that reached her eyes, “I am, aren’t I?”

He nods. And the following words that came from her lips was something he both expected and did not expect at all.

Her gaze drops to the book in his hands and with a wistful look on her face, she whispers, “You know, Captain, I’ve always wanted to be a teacher.”

“You’d be a wonderful teacher, Petra,” he tells her this earnestly and he watches as she blushes prettily and he is yet again overcome with the urge to touch her cheek (and press his lips to hers if he is to be truly honest with himself.)

She gives him another smile, small and sweet and hopeful.

“Maybe after all this. After the war, after the Titans. Maybe I can become one.”

You’re already one to me he wants to tell her but he reaches for her hand instead and gives it a reassuring squeeze. To his surprise, she places her other hand on top of his and squeezes back.

They say their goodnights then and Levi offers to walk her back to her room.

As he waits for sleep to come, his thoughts drift to sweet, patient, and gentle Petra and how grateful he is for her presence in his life and the fact that maybe, just maybe, he is a little bit in love with her already.

[ironrivet]

Nurture

Day 2.

[lenacker]

Rivetra Week Day 1 : Lesson

My very first fanfic for my very first @rivetra-week ...I'm so nervous 😥😥

1805 words

Petra Ackerman sat anxiously on a parsons chair, waiting for someone to sit on the chair in front of her. That day was her first son Leo's first day at Elementary school, and she really didn't expect to be called to the teachers' room. Leo was always a well-behaved boy, maybe a little mischievous, blunt, more curios and critical than most of the boys in his age, but being a troublemaker in his very first day in the class? That didn't seem like the boy she raised.

The auburn haired mother grabbed her phone from inside her handbag, typing furiously to her husband, not even thinking about grammatical errors she made.

What kind o/ thing do u think your son into? He definitely got that whatever shitty idea from u.

And of course that man didn't respond right away. Petra was thinking about what kind of insults she can type to bait a respond from her husband, when a feminine voice interrupted her thoughts

"Mrs. Ackerman?"

Petra raised her head while putting her phone back to her handbag. She observed the lady in front of her. She was a raven haired mid aged woman, big brown eyes, her skin tan and she looks really nice.

"Yes?" the mother responded reluctantly, still wondering about what might her nice son did.

The nice lady smiled, pulling a chair and sat in front of her.

"I'm Grace Wide, Leo's homeroom teacher," she said, extending her hand to shake Petra's. Petra gave her a nice grip, forced a smile and responded, "Petra Ackerman, nice to meet you."

Mrs. Wide smiled again, before taking a deep breath and said, "You must be wondering what made us want to talk with you personally, right?"

Petra nodded, wishing with her deepest heart that's not something really bad.

"It's not too bad or anything, actually," the raven haired teacher gave a light chuckle, "it's just a bit...confusing"

Petra bit her lower lip. 'Just spit it out already, you're making me more nervous!'

"Leo is a really smart boy, he answered almost all the questions in the class. He also has amazing social skills, smiling to everyone he met. Really, I liked him from the first time I laid my eyes on him. But..." she paused, took another deep breath, then continued,

"At the lunch break, I left the class for a while. When I came back, the class was a mess! Leo was in the center of it, grabbing a crumbled sandwich. Although his surroundings are really dirty with sauces and other..things, the tables turned upside down, he stayed clean and impeccable. He didn't show any sign of being angry, or sad, or anything. He looks rather...bored? Another boy, James, which I know he's a bully in his pre-school from his mother, was on the floor with bruised hand and cheek."

The auburn haired mother scrunched her face, yeah, that sounds too much like his father.

"What he did after was even more surprising. He dropped the crumbled sandwich in front of James and said, 'You want this, eh? Eat it.' Then he went to the wash basin, wash his hands, and approached a scared boy in the corner, Mike, and tell him to eat lunch with him."

Another deep breath from both Petra and Mrs. Wide. Each waiting for the other to speak.

"So, " Petra tried to draw a conclusion, "I guess while you're gone, the James boy took Mike's sandwich, and then Leo tried to take it back, which cause a mess...In the end he exchange Mike's sandwich with his own lunch.." She exhaled, lowering her voice into barely a whisper. "That sounds like something he would do."

Mrs. Wide nodded solemnly. "I don't really blame Leo, though. That's such a noble thing to do, but I really hope you and your husband could direct him to avoid violence, since some parents are really against it. We're lucky James' mother doesn't bothered, she think her son deserve to be taught some lesson. But I'm afraid Leo's lack of emotional control and sudden outburst might cause him further trouble in the future."

Petra smiled bitterly, "Okay..."

"I think that's enough for now, Mrs. Ackerman. We don't wanna keep your sons waiting for too long, right? Who knows what kind of trouble they involve theirselves into?" The teacher stated those words in such an amiable manner, but for Petra that sounds like an accusation that her sons are a pair of trouble maker (like how their dad likes to call them). Maybe she's just being too high-strung.

Both women raised from their chairs, exchange smiles and 'once again its really nice to see you's then left the room. The petite mother quickly seeked for her boys, looking throughout the school corridor. It was easy to spot them, a bunch of black hair and a -smaller- bunch of ginger hair like hers.

The two boys, Leo and Liam, both have Levi's features ; eyes, nose, lips, cheekbone, jaw line. The former even inherited his father's hair color. Even so, people always acknowledge him as 'a nice combination of Levi and Petra', for he somehow got Petra's eye color and 'facial movements' ; the way he bring out his expressions, the pout when he's upset, the warm smile, the laugh (Levi was the one that pointed out the 'facial movement' part).

Meanwhile Liam has his mother's hair color, but other than that he was Levi's carbon copy. He also has the man's super-gorgeous-but-not-so-often smile. The 5 years old boy didn't speak as much as his older brother, his favorite words are just, "Why?" "How?" "WOW!" "Okay" and Petra's favorite, "I love you, mommy.." with that soft smile. That one got her heart every time.

The boys are playing some fights from whatever ninja cartoon show on the tv without any concern of their surroundings, running here and there while screaming 'hyaaaa's and 'ha! You missed!'s. They look genuinely enjoying theirselves Petra almost felt bad for interrupting them.

"It's time to go home, guys," she called.

They abruptly stopped their fight play, until Leo shouted, "Let's race to mommy!". Then they started running through the corridor as fast as their not so long legs can. Their mom grimaced seeing how they almost stumbled in the process. She felt how hard their bodies hit her leg and wondered how they do that every time they're playing a bit far from her and she told them to go home.

Liam tugged the hem of Petra's shirt, his language of asking her to bent down so he can give her cheek a quick peck. The mother smiled, happily accepted his kiss. She took their hands and started walking out of the school. They walked in silence for some minutes, before she felt the sway at her left hand weakened. Usually when they walked hand by hand anywhere, Leo would sway their intertwined hand, and walk with his typical style -fiery, taking the biggest step he can, sometimes combined with some jumps-. Petra looked down to her left, where her oldest son playing with his bag straps, with little pout in his lips. She tugged his arms that intertwined with hers.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Leo looked up to his mom, his eyes full of doubt and sadness. “Am I a bad boy, mommy? My friends said if a parent go to that room the kid is bad.” Petra frowned, she never even imagine her Leo could sound that troubled.

She gave him her best smile, trying to sound as convincing as she can, “No, of course not! Even Mrs. Wide said you’re smart and nice!”

“Then why did mommy go there?”

“It’s called teacher room, Leo”

“I know it is. Why did you go there?” The boy sounded so demanding Petra feels like talking to Levi when he found her doing something he think she shouldn’t, like doing laundry when she’s pregnant or put a damn wet towel on the bed.

“It’s because you hit James, maybe you shou-“

“But he won’t shut up about how lame Mike’s sandwich, mom! He even snatched it from Mike’s lunchbox!” Now Leo replaced his sadness with anger. He even stopped walking and released his hand from his mother’s grip.

“Wow! You hit him?” And of course Liam chose that very moment to express his adoration of his older brother.

“Nah! Even Liam agree with me! Right, bro?”

“Yea!”

“Bad boys gotta learn some lesson right?”

“Yea!”

Petra huffed. Sometimes she underestimated how stubborn her sons were. Of course, combine hers and Levi’s stubbornness with Levi’s un-beatable way of talking.

“Alright, alright. You’re right. But when people do bad things doesn’t mean we have to do the same.”

“Well someone have to tell him that’s not right!”

The mother huffed once more. “Well, maybe….For now let’s just go home, okay? You must be tired.” She gave him a final pat on his head, then continue walking home.

Later at night, Levi smirked while listening to Petra’s speech about ‘why he has to teach their son some lesson’, ‘I don’t understand how you guys think’ and ‘you gotta quit putting shitty ideas in their heads’.

He stood from his chair, walked to his wife that was standing by the kitchen sink. She scrubbed the dishes with unnecessary force while keep nagging about things he didn’t give a fuck about. So instead he leaned on the countertop, observing her appearance. Her hair disheveled, tied in a messy ponytail. The light ginger strands sticking to various directions, some even stick to her forehead. He couldn’t help but wonder how someone look so messy and yet remarkably kissable at the same time? Her flushed cheeks, her small pink lips that keep talking and protruding cutely.

So he did the only thing in his head to stop her from talking.

He squeezed her cheeks with exasperation, efficiently switching her words into “hmmmmffftt!”

“Now quit your nagging, will you? You make me craving for that lips”

She blushed even more. “Lev-“

“Ssshhtt. Don’t. This is okay, right? The kids are not here, so I can dirty talk you however I want.”

The wife’s eyes widened instantly. She removed her husband’s grip from her cheeks to say, “Ah! They already in the bathroom for 2 hours! I gotta fetch them before-hmmffftt” another squeeze to her cheeks.

“Stop making excuses to run away from me.” Levi stared at her eyes menacingly, one hand keep squeezing her cheeks together, the other holding her nape close and joining their foreheads to add some scary effect.

Petra tried to shake her head -and failed miserably- and said “I don’t!”

Her husband huffed, “Tch. Fine. Let me fetch and teach them some lesson. Just…continue doing the dishes. And straighten your hair. It’s going everywhere.”

Fin.

Well, that's it! Please leave a review here if you don't mind :))

[animeaesthtic]

Fate

Rivetra Weekend 2019 ||

I originally posted the first part of this fic to my main blog but figured I would merge both to keep things simple. Sorry for any confusion!

This story takes place before the Battle of Trost arc

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“Petra, are you even listening to me?”

“Hmm?” Her gaze flickered back to the agitated man standing in front of her. “Oh give it a rest Oluo. I don’t need to listen to you because you’ve already told me this a hundred times.”

“You’re too obvious Petra. You can’t just say and do whatever pops into your little head. Not when it comes to him.”

“Isn’t it our job to protect people?”

“Civilians, yes. Your captain? No.”

“Shove it. Besides, all I did was help him out with a titan. That is what I’m good at after all. ”

“You almost never help me when we’re in the field…”

“Yeah well, maybe I would if you learned to behave Oluo.” Pushing past him she made her way down the hill to the stables. It was her turn to tend to the horses and give their stalls a deep cleaning. A job she actually tended to enjoy, considering the horses weren’t insolent jerks who felt compelled to voice their opinions every five seconds. They couldn’t talk at all.

“I’m on stable duty tonight. Save me some dinner and maybe I’ll forgive you.” she tossed over her shoulder.

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“Hello everyone.” She spoke softly as she entered the stables. There were only six horses currently, so she figured the job would take a couple of hours tops. “Shall we get some fresh air?”

A chorus of neighs came in response and she laughed, leading each one out to the small pasture for them to graze. The rest of the squad always gave her shit for allowing herself to grow attached to the horses. As far as she knew, she was the only one who used her spare time to feed them apples or give them a quick scratch behind the ear. To the men, they were tools; but even if that were true, those ‘tools’ kept them from becoming titan food. So for now she would continue to care for them and the rest of her squad could suck it.

Suck it? A loud groan escaped her lips. When did she get such a vulgar mouth? Being the only woman was clearly beginning to take its toll. It was a constant hassel to keep her cursing to a minimum these days. Her vocabulary was starting to mainly consist of a lengthy list of many impolite responses. Some of which, caused her cheeks to glow red just thinking about it. Lucky for her, she had been successful at keeping her tasteless new habit hidden from her captain. Even though Eld and Gunther had threatened to tell a couple of times… but so far, so good.

After returning the horses to their clean stalls, she made her way back up the hill towards the main quarters they had recently moved to. It was nice, much nicer than the previous set of apartments they had been forced to share with a few other military branches, but as Levi had warned her “It’s only temporary.”

Temporary.

A word that once terrified her, now seemed to pull her soul from its constant state of panic. There was comfort in knowing that almost everything in her life was temporary. The pain and fear- the loss- it was all temporary.

And in a world as temporary as theirs, the scariest thing was to think that something would last forever.

Like death.

Yeah, like that. Nothing is more permanent than that.

She shook her head violently as if the thoughts could be thrown from her mind. What was she thinking about before? Oh right, their new living quarters. They weren’t located too far from the survey corps current headquarters. Only about a twenty minute ride really, but the distance was more than enough for her. Over the last year, the survey corps had begun to up it’s recruitment; making their already small space even smaller. Meaning there was never any peace or privacy. And after walking in on her fourth hookup, she had made sure to confine herself to her room after dark. As interesting as it was to know who was sleeping around with who, she did not want to actually see it. So when the announcement was made that the special team would be moving house, she was more than happy about it. She could do things here that she would never have dreamed of doing before. Like now, after sweating over hay and dirt for more than an hour she could utilize the outdoor shower and wash the traces of her work from her body.

Well, it’s not exactly a shower. More like a shower head conveniently placed on the side of the house most likely meant for spraying off tools or whatever. But, no one on the team seemed to have noticed it within the last month and so it was now unofficially hers. Perfect for washing away the dirt, sweat, and horse hair she had managed to collect. Sure, it was bold to strip out in the open but it was dark and she was safe. That was the real reason she chose to skip dinner on her cleaning days. By the time she was done with her chores, it was late and everyone was tucked away in their rooms. She was alone, and she made sure to make use of that precious time. Besides, there was no way in hell she would track hay and manure through the clean house. She could already see the disapproving scowl of her captain now.

Dropping her sweat soaked clothes to the ground, she turned the rusted spout allowing for a steady stream of cool water to flow out. The roughness of it helped massage her aching muscles and she took her time rinsing off.

She couldn’t help the satisfied grin that spread across her face as she wrapped herself in a towel and made her way to the door. It was a wonderful feeling to be able to leave the scents of the outdoors where they belonged.

“Out for a midnight stroll, Ral?”

The deadpanned voiced called out to her as she slipped through the open door, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. “Captain! I was just-”

Levi sat back further in his chair, causing the front legs to lift from the ground. A smug look plastered across his face. “No need for excuses. I suppose we all have our secrets.”

Petra dropped her gaze in an attempt to hide her face. She was sure her cheeks were ablaze. “I was just finishing with the stables, Sir.”

He lifted an eyebrow, his expression seeming only slightly interested. “I didn’t realize you preferred to clean like that.” He motioned towards her small towel, causing her entire body to grow red in embarrassment.

“You hate dirt.” She blurted out.

“I do.”

“I’m clean.”

“You are.”

She tried to regain her external composure as best she could. Internally- she was kicking herself. “I’m clean” Is that the best you could come up with. Nice job, you’re officially an ass Ral.

“I’m sorry, Captain. I didn’t expect anyone to be up.”

“Drop the formalities, Petra. There’s no one here and you’re in a towel. ‘Captain’ just doesn’t seem to fit the current situation. Why don’t you go change into something that covers a little more.”

“Yeah sure.” she squeaked while carefully maneuvering around him and out of the room. She returned a few moments later and sat down across the table from him.

“Tea?”

She nodded silently still keeping her gaze turned down.

“Not talkative tonight, are we?”

“You’re not exactly the talking type, Sir.” Her eyes grew wide before apologizing quickly at her boldness.

He simply ignored her. “And I didn’t see you as being the type to sneak around at odd hours of the night. I guess we were both wrong.”

Taking a gulp of her tea she attempted to steer the conversation away from her. “What are you doing up so late anyway?”

“I don’t sleep much.”

She knew that. Everyone knew that.

“And you just happened to be in the mood for tea?”

“Pretty much. It seems I have good timing, too.” He shot back at her.

“I was with the horses.” She mumbled into her cup.

“Hn. I’m sure you were.”

Was he…. “Are you teasing me, Sir?” she asked carefully.

“It’s Levi, Petra. And yes I am.”

She watched as he swirled the spoon in his cup idily. “You’re full of surprises tonight… Levi” She tested out using his name casually. It was strange to say the least. She caught his gaze and the blush returned to her face.

“And you’re awfully…red tonight, Ral.”

She laughed then, moving her hands to rub her burning cheeks. “You know you’re not supposed to point it out.”

“Sorry. I’m not as good at teasing as Oluo is.”

Oluo isn’t good at anything.

“What was that face for?”

“It was nothing. Oluo isn’t good at teasing is all.”

“So he’s not your type then.”

She could feel her face drop and she began to stammer once again. “M-My what?”

An amused look spread over his usually stern features. Was he enjoying her visible fall from grace? She had worked so hard on the cool and collected persona she used around him, only to have it completely unraveled in a matter of minutes.

“Your type, Ral. You do have one don’t you?”

“I don’t know.” of course she knew. “Maybe I do.” she definitely did.

“Well, what is it then? Not a horse I hope.”

“What! No- I mean I do have one but I’m not telling you what it is! Unless… you tell me yours first.” She moved to grab her cup again, needing something in her hands to keep them steady.

“You want to know my type?”

“Yes. I’m…curious is all.”

He leaned forward, sitting the chairs front legs back on the ground. “Alright. I’d say… Tall.”

Not me.

“What was that look for?”

She cursed herself for wearing her emotions so visibly and cleared her throat before sitting the now empty cup down. “I’m not tall.”

“And I’m not a horse.” He stood then and grabbed the cup gently from her hands, moving to put them in the sink. “Looks like we’ll both have to settle.”

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Levi watched as a range of various emotions flashed across her face.

Confusion, shock, embarrassment.

And one more he couldn’t quite figure out. Either way her reaction to his words pleased him for some reason. It was easy to say the things he regularly thought in his mind out loud to her when they were alone; but it was unnerving to him as well. Control was something he never struggled with, especially not in a romantic way. He never fought with himself over feelings of intimacy or lust towards other women. When he was younger he had eventually given in and slept with one just to have the burden of his virginity dealt with; but once the deed was done he was content with it not happening again. Physical attraction alone was not enough to make him throw caution to the wind, it would take more. Even though he admittedly didn’t know what that was. All he knew was that she had it; and he had known since the day he met her. It wasn’t love at first sight, because that doesn’t exist anyway. It was more like a sort of familiarity between them. When he met her it was as if he had already known her for years, but he would never admit that.

He finished drying the cups and sat them by the edge of the sink to be put away later. Petra was still staring at him with the mix of emotions lining her soft features. Her large doe eyes silently begging him for an explanation and he wondered if he could even give her one.

“If there’s something you want to ask me, ask it.”

Her lashes fluttered and her usually pouty lips tightened into a thin line. “Are you teasing me again Levi?”

“I wouldn’t tease about this Petra. You know that.” Crossing his arms, he pressed his back into the counter behind him. ”You seem confused.”

“That’s because I am.” she hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. “I don’t know what to think. Why are you saying this now?”

He shrugged. “Did you have a better time in mind?”

“No-”

“I’m only saying that the feelings are mutual, Ral. Don’t overthink it.” He moved over to wear she was still sitting and offered her a hand, which she took after a moment of contemplation. “None of us have enough time to worry about things that don’t really matter.”

“Are you saying that this doesn’t matter?”

“What happens between us does. But all of those other things you’re worrying about don’t.”

He knew what she was focusing on even without her having tell him. Petra was one to give an immense amount of thought to the most minuscule of things. She was dissecting problems of the future before they even existed.

What would happen next? What would their squad think? What would the commander do if he found out?

It was written all over her lovely face.

Almost as if she could read his thoughts she ran her tongue over her lips and lifted her chin so that she was level with his eyes. “So what happens now?”

What was going to happen now?

He didn’t know. He had just confessed his feelings of attraction towards her and he knew she returned them. But there was something keeping him from moving closer to her. Fear? There was nothing that scared him more than having her. Having someone meant there would be something to miss when they left; and you can’t miss what you never had. But he knew it was only a matter of time before they found themselves alone together- tangled in a messy embrace. What you love is your fate. His mother had told him that once and he had never believed it until now.

So he decided to be honest with her since there was no point in dancing around what was bound to happen eventually. “I don’t know what happens next, Petra. I’m not sure if that’s something I even want to think about right now.”

She hummed softly as she nodded her head in understanding. “Then we’ll worry about it later. Goodnight, Captain.” Her eyes sparkled and she spun to leave, a small gust of air blowing her scent back towards him. Lavender and honey. He had often wondered if it was the shampoo she used that made her smell that way or perhaps it was just her.

What you love is your fate.

And Petra Ral was his.

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Rivetra weekend - Legend - Mermaids

Levi never believed those rumours about women in the middle of the ocean with voices so pure you would die to hear them again. Then his ship drown and, as the sea eat him whole, he feel arms wrapping around him.

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Lesson

A Rivetra AU ? In the Game of Thrones Universe? With Petra being in Castle Black and pretending to be a boy, in a sort of Mulan way? More likely than you think. 

(First sentence is from Tyrion in the books)

around 10 000 words

Petra found Castle Black was surprisingly beautiful. In a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way.

Everything here: the uniforms, the ground, the sky (seven hell, even the people) was white, black or grey. And the Wall of course. At first, she couldn’t take her eyes of the immense ice structure overlooking them. Then, with the days passing, she wasn’t paying attention to it anymore, she was too tired.

She knew in what she engaged when she went instead of her father, she knew that the Night’s Watch was a military order and that it wouldn’t be a pleasure, but she wasn’t expecting that.

The team of recruits she was in was considered mediocre and everyone in Castle Black was telling them they wouldn’t last long. No volunteers, only people engaging to gain immunity from their past crimes; thieves, murderers, thugs. Three of them were men around her age, they were strong and were actually doing good, standing tall and getting better each day. The others were children, they were thin and small and pale and if Petra wasn’t that tired every fucking seconds of the day, she would pity them.

The chores weren’t the worst, it was manual labour. Discharging boxes, cleaning the animal’s shit, the dishes, the place, taking care of the equipment, it was actually easy and she was the only one of the recruits that didn’t received a scold for having done a shitty work. But training was a nightmare. After one month she still didn’t know how to hold a sword properly, and sometimes even the children would defeat her in hand to hand combat.

Auruo, that was the best of their group, would spend all his free time mocking her, and it was going on her nerves more than she would dare to admit. He was always on her back, telling her she was so small he could confound her with one of the twelve years old that was with them, telling her she looked so much like a girl that they will not let her pledge her vow to the Night’s Watch, telling her she was so light she would fall of the Wall.

And she feared so much that someone would listen to him and start asking questions, that someone would notice she never piss in front of them, that she would get hurt and be sent to the infirmary and they would all discover her secret.

What would they do to her when they’ll discover it?

If they were nice, they would hang her right on the spot and leave her body to the wolves, if they weren’t nice… She couldn’t allow herself to think about that.

Dread and anxiety were keeping her awake at night, she couldn’t sleep. She was always tired, and she wasn’t getting better. It was an alive nightmare.

So, at night, instead of laying wide awake on the hard mattress and thinking about all the ways it could go wrong, she would train. It was starting to become a habit. Waiting for the others to fall asleep, getting up without a sound, taking her heavy sword in the armoury, and then training with it in the backyard.

Maybe those were the best moments. In the shadows no one noticed her, or those who had never bothered her. The warm orange light of the torches contrasted with the dark blue of the night, and the Wall had strange reflections on its surface. During the days their world was in nuance of black, grey and white, but during the night, Castle black was colourful.

She wasn’t sure her training was really helping her, she wasn’t getting any better in front of one of her comrades. But slowly, with the weeks passing, she gained a strange familiarity with her sword. All those hours being spend holding it even if the muscle of her arms were hurting, all those times being spend making big gesture in front of her made her able to understand more than the other how to balance herself. She was still being disarmed and defeated easily, but now they couldn’t just push her and except her to fall. Now she was starting to avoid their blows. This morning during drills, she saw the surprise in the eyes of Gunther when she had suddenly appeared behind him. It was progress, she thought with all the hope that was still left in her.

Training at night was now her routine. She could also profit of this alone time to take care of her disguise. She cleaned herself the best she could, she cut her hair, she tightened her binder and she was making little cuts on her cheeks and chin to make it appear like she shaved her beard with great attention. Slowly, she was getting used to the lack of sleep. At first, she was always tired, now four or five hours of sleep was enough to stay awake and alert all day. The bags under her eyes made her appear a little manlier, and when she crossed her reflection in a mirror, she couldn’t recognize herself. Hell, her own father could pass in front of her without noticing her. She tried not to think about him, about what he was becoming

One night, after having cleaned herself and after having made her way to the armoury, she was training in her precious backyard. She tried to dodge the movements of an invisible enemy and to counter his attacks when the sounds of a pace in the snow alerted her. It was behind her and it was way too close.

“Your stance is all wrong.”

Startled, she turned on herself, her sword rushing to the provenance of the voice. The man retreated back just in time.

“What?” Her voice was way too high-pitched, and she cursed herself.

When she drew her sword down and the man took a step toward her, his face being enlightened by the light of the torch, she wished she could just disappear from the surface of the Seven Kingdoms.

Facing her was Levi, one of the most esteemed ranger of the Night’s Watch. He had made more expedition behind the Wall than any of them, more than can be count, and even if he was a street rat like most of them, there was a legend in the Night’s Watch that said he had been carved from the unbreakable ice of the Wall. Him and his team had returned from an expedition this morning, but except from far away in the courtyard or in the dinner room she never had to face him. The furs covering him made him look both intimidating and little, and the dark circles under his eyes were matching hers.He had this posture that you can recognize in all the powerful men, unbothered, dangerous and confident.

“Your stance. All wrong.” He repeated, eyes locked on her “you look like you’re constipated and you’re trying to take a shit”

She had heard the rumours about his bad humour, but she never expected it to be that bad. She was too frightened to care.

“I’m sorry Sir.”

He shrugged and leaned on the wall of the stables, eyes still on her. She had been scrutinized from the tip oh her boots to the top of her head a lot since she was there, but now everyone knew she was “Peter, the guy that looked like a girl”, and she had forgotten how hard it was to stand still under a gaze.

When his eyes found hers again, she tried to look as bored and respectful as possible, but she wasn’t sure she was really good at hiding the horror she felt.

“You’re a recruit” he said.

“I am Sir.”

“You’re not very good with a sword, aren’t you?”

She was standing away from the light of the torch, so she hoped he couldn’t see how ashamed she was.

“That’s why I was training Sir.”

Something lit up in his eyes, maybe it’s just because of the flame that is so near him.

“Come on, show me how you attack and how you defend”

“Sir, you must be tired, and I’m not skilled at all” she responded, not understanding why he would help her and feeling uneasy “you don’t want to waste your time on me”.

Was he trying to play some kind of joke on her? Had he discovered something?

“Some of you are going to become ranger and then it will be me that’ll be in charge of you, I want to see what you can do, don’t force me to order you”.

He must really be joking. If her stance was all wrong earlier (and for once she thought she was doing good) he must have realised that she will never have the talent to be a ranger. She will become a steward that will support and feed the members of the watch or a builder who maintain the Wall and the castles and hope for her life not to be too much miserable.

Not willing to go against his will, she shows him. Apparently, every little thing she thought she knew was bad, and he find a way to correct absolutely every details of her posture. At first it feels weird, but she soon realizes that even if he’s a bit of a maniac and a bit harsh, he is way better than their instructing officer. He does not mock her, and his low voice start becoming the only sound she concentrates on, not paying attention to her surrounding anymore because being sure people will not appear out of nowhere to laugh at her or attack her.

That’s why she does not expect at all the stone that hit her defending arm as she thrusts her sword way more firmly than before. She turns to him, mouth open, when she sees another stone coming right at her head, she dodges it, not understanding at all. He speaks before she has the time to ask.

“You’re not playing, you’re fighting, keep tracks of what’s happening around you.”

She nods, and now that she stopped moving around, she realizes she’s tired, sweaty and that she needs to drink some water if she does not want to pass out.

“You often train at night?”

She nods again. Is it finished? How long at his been? Does he want to talk now? Petra’s completely lost.

“Good. Work on your defence. You must try to be untouchable.”

“Not on attack?” she can’t help but ask. She loved what she had just done, and she couldn’t wait to hit Auruo in the flank with that move he showed her. If she could see him flinch and lost his composure just once it would be the best day of her life.

“You’re not strong enough. In a fight or you’re the strongest and you try to wound the other, or you’re the weakest and you try to avoid his hits.”

He must see the frown on her face because he sighs.

“Listen, when they catch you, they will kill you, but first they must catch you”

She likes the point of view, she can see herself destabilizing them all, flying like the wind between their blows. Once again, he’s way too fixed on the idea that she’ll has to fight for her life, but she won’t go against him, his help has been way too precious tonight.

Without a word he stands up and start leaving. Is that his way to close the discussion? She shouldn’t bother him anymore, he has been kind enough to help her – and she would have never expected to find any kind of kindness in Castle Black. Still she calls his name. He stops walking but he doesn’t turn to face her, all she can see of him is the thick fur of his coat, his scabbard, and the raven black colour of his hair.

“Thanks for your help Sir.”

He does not respond and start walking again. She can’t wait to be tomorrow and to see if his tips will still work in front of the others. She also can’t wait to see him again, she doesn’t know why, but she’s sure she’ll find him in the courtyard tomorrow night.

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Lesson

Day 3.

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Rivetra Week Day 3 : Proposal

Part of Meet The Ackermans Series : FF AO3

@rivetra-week

882 words

It was their wedding anniversary.

Levi imagined a passionate night. The two cockblockers settled away in their grandpop’s or Gran-gran Kuchel’s. He even bought her a new lingerie. It feels too fucking long since the last time he has any serious super intense night with his lovely wife, not just a hurried quickie in the mornings. And of course without any interruption from those two little devils.

Petra imagined a simple, but romantic night. Her husband was a little allergic to the world ‘romantic’, though. But what she wanted was not some sappy candle light dinner or anything like that! She imagined them, laying on the rooftop of the apartment (and of course under them was a blanket, he was such a clean freak, after all). They would just lay there in silence, staring at the constellations. Comfortable silence lingered around them, sometimes she would break it with some light conversation.

But the night was not quite like they imagined.

First, Grandpop and Gran-gran Kuchel was not available.

“Sorry, Petra. I have a business trip that night. But, I wish you and Levi have a happy anniversary!” -Grandpop Ral

“Hoo, I know what you mean, Lev. But I already booked a flight to visit Isabel, baby” -Gran gran Kuchel

Passionate night : failed.

Second, it was raining. Heavily.

Stargazing : failed.

Last (and worst), both of the boys are sick. It’s not that bad, just a little fever, but enough to make them more cranky. And to keep their mom worried and busy she hadn’t cook dinner.

So instead of a romantic dinner, they went to a simple diner on the ground floor of their apartment. Despite being siblings, the boys had a very different respond of being sick. Leo was still his active self, - he even become more active – while Liam was being more clingy and enervate. He refused to get off of his mother even though she already told him ‘you’re already gotten so big and heavy’.

They sat around a simple wooden table. The diner is quite busy, they got a table near the window where they can hear and watch the rain . Petra sat with Liam in her lap, she was trying to convince the 3 years old toddler to eat . On the other side was Leo and Levi – who was busy telling his first son to eat cleanly, don’t make a mess.

“Quit stirring your fu-food, Leo. It’s spilling everywhere!” Levi gritted his teeth, he almost swear in front of the kids, and he’s pretty sure if he does his wife will scold him and growled, “Language!” It hurts his pride in front of his boys. And he fucking hated it. A dad have to look cool all the time. Especially him. Especially when his kids are shitty smartasses that could always point out his mistakes.

“But daddy, you can’t tell me what to do! I’m already six now! I’m a grown up!”

“You just turned six yesterday! You’re not grown up yet.”

“Then Daddy’s not grown up to! Daddy’s so small compared to Uncle Erwin!”

Okay that’s it. Levi ‘tch’ed, realizing there’s no point to keep arguing with this annoying and uncontested (but still his) brat. Instead he called a waiter and asked him for some napkins. The spilled soup annoyed him to no end. He really should’ve been in the clean bed with Petra.

Meanwhile, finally Petra succeed making Liam eat his first food. He was chewing the food lazily while leaning to his mother’s chest. Suddenly, something caught his eyes from outside the window. He know he can’t talk and eat at the same time, so he patted his mother’s thigh and pointed to the weird sight.

“What is it, honey?” She looked up, wondering what caught the boy’s attention.

There, in the middle of the heavy rain, not far from the diner’s window ; a man kneel in front of a woman. His hand was holding something, and the woman covered her face, then nodded vigorously.

“I think that man’s proposing the woman” Leo answered with much confidence.

Now Liam already swallowed his food, “Why?”

His brother answered again, he looked as if he was some kind of professor who performed a great research about it, “It’s because he love her and want to life with her forever.”

Liam furrowed his little brows, thinking with such concentration,

“Can I propose mommy, then?” he asked thoughtfully.

And suddenly Petra feels like the luckiest woman alive.

Happiness warmed her from within her heart she felt like she was floating. She embraced her youngest as tight as she can, while kissing the top of his head. There’s no more any trace of her disappointment of messed up anniversary night. Really. Liam was waay better than Levi anyway. At least he said sweet things.

“Aww, you’re soo sweet! Mommy loves you soo much!”

On the other side of the table, both Leo and Levi has a frown on their faces. Leo was in deep thought, “That’s right, can Liam propose mommy?”

“No he can’t. Nobody can propose her.” Levi stated solemnly.

The 3 years old toddler (who was struggling to get off his mother’s grip) protested, “Why? I love mommy!”

“Because I did it first.”

“Really? I don’t see it.”

“OFCOURSE YOU DON’T”

“Why?”

I don't know how to end a story haha

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Apology