Letters

songtofly:

Day 2.

A/N: This is ridiculous and you should know before you start reading.

‘Chubchub’ is a smart little boy who knows how to say “O”.

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Rivetra Week- Fate

the-bark-is-worse:

Rivetra Week- Alternate Theme: Fate

"Do you believe in fate, Levi?" 

Her voice was tender as she whispered, cheek resting on his bare chest as their bodies settled in the afterglow of sex, calming and preparing for rest. Her hand was flat against his mid section, his own resting a top hers as his thumb occasionally ran back and forth lightly against her skin. 

She could feel the vibration through his body as he hummed in thought, a solid minute passing before he finally spoke.

"I suppose to an extent…why?"

She pulled her hand out from under his, placing it on top as though taking dominance. 

"I often wonder…if the Titans had never appeared…do you think we still would have been fated to meet?"

Silence fell over them. A frown came to Petra’s face, wondering if perhaps it was something better left unsaid. She felt him shift beneath her, expecting him to get up from bed but instead found his arms around her body, pulling her close to him as his lips pressed into her hair.

"Don’t be stupid…you could have been born a thousand years from now, and I still would have found you…"

Rivetra week day 2, Letters.

words-in-black:

"Nunca entenderé por qué te gustaba mucho escribir"

Tenía peleas mentales con la hoja de papel. La muy desgraciada seguía en blanco, jamás pensó que hacer algo como eso sería demasiado complicado: golpeaba el lápiz contra la orilla del escritorio y movía su pierna derecha con estrés. Nada de eso ayudaba y los golpecitos sólo lo distraían más… pero no podía parar.

Aventó el lápiz que cayó sobre la hoja, fastidiado y se sobó el puente de la nariz. Estaba recargado en el respaldo y buscando una manera de despejar su mente, miró por encima de la silla hacia el sol que estaba detrás de su ventana. Era un día soleado, completamente limpio, de esos días donde el cielo azul está tan perfecto que no parece real.

A ella le gustaba ese azul, le gustaba ver el sol. Disfrutaba el saber que un nuevo día estaba por empezar.

Soltó un rendido suspiro y se encogió de hombros, volviendo su atención a la hoja que esperaba ser utilizada. Encarnó una ceja, como si el papel lo hubiera retado a escribir algo que no fuera una mierda. Porque ella se merecía lo mejor. No escritos de porquería.

Cerró sus ojos.

—Bien —dijo con decisión. Volvió a tomar el lápiz y su mirada se entrecerró. Había sentido una conexión, una añoranza: a ella le gustaba escribir cartas. Pero él nunca recibió ninguna.

Petra Ral,

El lápiz se tensó y Levi repitió las dos únicas palabras que sobresalían de la hoja de papel. Sintió como si hubiesen pasado décadas desde la última vez que pronunció aquel nombre. Sus ojos se ensombrecieron.

Vuelve, es una orden.

Negó con la cabeza tachando una y otra vez aquella estúpida línea. Definitivamente escribir no era lo suyo pero… debía continuar.

Vuelve, es una orden.

                                       Te extraño, Ral.

                                  A T E N TA M E N T E

                                         Capitán Levi.

Dobló la hoja a la mitad y la metió en el cajón.

Se puso inmediatamente de pie y salió de su despacho en busca de Eren y de los demás chicos del escuadrón. La guerra continuaba, sin embargo, los titanes estaban al borde del exterminio. Estaban ganando.

Cerró la puerta tras él, no sin antes ver por el rabillo del ojo su escritorio y su silla. Volvió a la realidad: en un momento de debilidad, esperaba ver a su subordinada despidiéndose y decirle que ella estaría esperando por su regreso. Pero ella se había ido hace tiempo y era más lógico pensar que Petra esperaba por su partida.

La puerta se cerró con un clic

Esa carta nunca fue entregada a su destinatario, así como las cartas de su subordinada nunca llegaron a sus manos. También, moriría con él. 

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Rivetra Week- Letters

the-bark-is-worse:

Rivetra Week- Letters

A/N: I struggled with this one but still managed to get it out!

She was always writing letters, letters to someone he had no clue about.

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Rivetra Week - 4

cinabell:

Day 2 #4
Fate

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Rivetra Week: Day 2

juviachancosplay:

Title: Letters
Rating: K
Summary: Every soldier had a way of coping with the stress, the loss, the fear. Petra wrote letters.
Note: “A Rush of Blood to the Head” is what I listened to while writing this. I’d recommend it. Or if you have a song that fits more than this, let me know! I’d love to hear it! :D

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Red

flyinghobbit:

Rivetra Week Day 2: Fate

“Really? You’re knitting?”

Petra glared at Auruo. “Yes, and?”

He shrugged. “I dunno… it’s just such an… old lady thing to do.”

Petra stabbed him with a needle. “I am not an old lady!”

“What the hell?” Auruo muttered, rubbing his arm. “Okay, yeesh. I’m just saying…”

Petra rolled her eyes. “Babies need clothes, idiot. Especially ones that will be born in the winter.”

Auruo held up a bootie. “It’s so tiny.”

Petra gave him a deadpan look. “What did you expect?”

“What are you making right now?”

“A scarf,” she replied.

“With red yarn? What, is it an Ackerman family tradition or something?”

“I read a story once,” she explained. “Red strings are supposed to lead you to your fate. Or your soulmate, in some cases.”

Auruo snorted. “Didn’t know you believed in that kind of crap.”

“I don’t know,” Petra paused and ran her fingers over the scarf, “but I do feel like there’s… something guiding you through life. Leading you to the people you meet, the moments you experience. Call it what you will - fate, some sort of celestial being… I don’t know.”

Auruo stood up, taking a ball of yarn and rolling it between his hands. “Then I guess ‘fate’ led me here. Talk to you later, Pet.”

He dropped the ball onto the soft cushiony surface beneath their feet and walked away.

Closing her eyes, Petra twisted the yarn around her fingers.

Levi. I pray that this child is as strong and beautiful as you’ve always dreamed.

Staring at the familiar Wings of Freedom emblazoned on her beloved’s back, she lifted the ones she now bore, as if to protect the ones below. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder, her kiss ghosted over his hair. She watched as he listened intently to the pregnant woman sitting next to him.

And I am so glad that you have moved on without me.

 

Rivetra Week: Letters

petrathescoutingangel:

He carried a bouquet of flowers in his arms as he walked. They were a bright and fiery orange; tiger lilies….her favorite. They reminded him so much of her; her bright ginger hair, her fiery spirit… He often wondered why she liked such a strange and unusual flower that closed itself away at nighttime. Most girls liked roses, but not Petra. In fact, Petra was never like most girls. And that was one of the things that attracted him to her the most, regardless of the age gap between them.

He looked out among the graves, and there were many graves. Some of them actually held bodies, but most of them didn’t, sadly. Many Survey Corps soldiers didn’t even make it back home, and if they did, it was rare and usually they were missing a few body parts. He walked among the different memorial stones, each one donned with different decorations; flowers, stuffed animals, letters…

And then he found hers.

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