#rivetra fanfic
Fic collaboration with @soarecreates ❤️
Life with the Ackermans
Levi Ackerman’s life can only be described by using two words: domestic bliss. When a ghost from Levi’s past visits him, his family’s life takes an unexpected turn.
Postwar Rivetra in Marley with a pinch of Kenny Ackerman in their lives
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Their new lives with Kenny by their side lived up to Levi’s expectations: he was exhausted. He had missed his old man’s presence in his life over the years, but now he would laugh at his former self for having such feelings after getting a glimpse of how it could have turned out if Kenny had stuck by his side. Levi appreciated all the quiet years he had known before the present day, even with the war. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but even dealing with Eren seemed a simpler task nowadays. Fortunately for Kenny, Levi’s violent ways of discipline were a thing of the past, all thanks to his loving wife.
The disarray his life had turned into truly hit him when he woke one morning, and his day had already been ruined before it had even begun. He’d been looking forward to having Petra all to himself for yet another day before the children’s return from Paradise, and he had even told Kenny not to show his face around there. Any joy he’d felt was quickly sucked out of him the moment he saw the junk in his garden- an old metal trailer, rusty and as gross-looking as his uncle sat in the middle of their yard. If his uncle could afford to live in a trailer, why was he bunking with them? The man stormed downstairs from the bathroom, or as best as he could storm when he had one crutch in hand, the other hand holding the handrail with a deathly grip. He needed some answers. But his oblivious wife just stood in the kitchen, cooking some breakfast for the two of them.
“Have you seen that shit in our garden?” He scoffed in disbelief.
“Oh, the trailer?” Petra responded, ignorant to the annoyance in her husband’s voice. And Petra, not being as clueless about the whole situation, only seemed to irritate Levi further when she casually spoke about it.
“Are you telling me you’re fine with it?!” Sometimes she made him wonder why they had gotten married in the first place. That was until he glimpsed at her warm, beautiful, amber eyes and forgot about it all, even his own name. Petra knew how dramatic Levi was with personal space and cleanliness, so she never took his harsh words to heart. She had expected this response when she’d agreed to let Kenny move the trailer into their yard, sure that Kenny knew what he was doing by asking her and not his nephew.
“Not even the whiskey can keep these old bones warm anymore,” Kenny had argued with her.
“He can’t sleep in a tent all winter, Levi,” was Petra’s final answer. She would not let Kenny freeze to death in the makeshift tent their kids had come up with during the summer, no matter what Levi had to say on the matter. Admittedly, she hadn’t been so keen on the idea at first, as that was less space for their children to play, but Kenny had swayed her.
“Sure he can. He lived in the Underground, remember? I’m sure he’s slept in worse places.” Even nowadays, he dreamt of the dump he and Kenny used to call home. An old, dirty mattress that Kenny dared to call a bed was all he offered Levi when he took him in.
“It’s that or our couch,” was all Petra had to say to put an end to the argument. Levi could just imagine it: Kenny laying on his couch, pants off, with a cigarette in his hand and a beer bottle in the other, spilling everything on his precious yellow suede. As always, Petra had won the battle.
“You’re playing a dirty game, Ral.”
@soarecreates and I wrote our first fic together!
Life with the Ackermans
Levi Ackerman’s life can only be described by using two words: domestic bliss. When a ghost from Levi’s past visits him, his family’s life takes an unexpected turn.
Postwar Rivetra in Marley with a pinch of Kenny Ackerman in their lives
Snippet:
“The fucking rats are at it again, Petra.”
Levi sighed in exasperation as he looked through the kitchen cupboards, brows furrowing as the empty spot where his favourite tea biscuits usually sat mocked him again. He was quickly growing tired of this infestation. First, it had been some bread and then some cheese, and before they knew it, they would notice a little something missing every morning. But his favourite biscuits? That was where he drew the line.
“It’s probably the kids’ carelessness; I’m sure they just forget,” his dear wife always told him, brushing off his misfortunes. Little did she know of the extent of his worry, the countless nights he had lost thinking of the little devils roaming around freely in his spotless home. His life in the Underground had taught him to avoid the little disease carriers, and his skin crawled at the idea of sharing a place with them. The multiple traps that Petra had set out clearly weren’t doing the trick, but his own methods hadn’t been very successful either, as he grimly recalled that one shameful night that Petra would never let him forget.
Levi had been on a mission that night to finally spot the little scoundrels terrorizing his home and his family. Mostly him, really, not that he would ever admit it. He had come up with what he believed to be a foolproof plan to catch them. After making sure Petra and the kids were in deep slumber, the man had gotten up in the middle of the night to get everything set up. He chose the perfect bait, some stinky cheese that he usually would never dare to bring into the house, but made an exception this once. He had set it out on the countertop in plain sight to hopefully gather all the pesky rats in one spot. And then he waited, hidden away behind a sofa where he would be out of sight but could quickly jump into action when the time called. He had been ready with artillery, too: a broom in one hand and an old metal bucket in the other to swat the little beasts into their hell. One thing that was not supposed to be part of his rat hunting uniform: Petra’s floral nightgown. But the odds were against him that night. Colder conditions than he was accustomed to and his wife’s tendency to be roused easily forced him into a choice he would always regret.
Fic collaboration with @soarecreates ❤️
Life with the Ackermans
Levi Ackerman’s life can only be described by using two words: domestic bliss. When a ghost from Levi’s past visits him, his family’s life takes an unexpected turn.
Postwar Rivetra in Marley with a pinch of Kenny Ackerman in their lives
Snippet:
“Kenny, you fucking rat.”
Disturbing his sleep yet again was another offense going on Kenny’s record. The physical one Levi hid from Petra. Since his memory worsened as he got older, Levi had to come up with a way to keep up with all the wrongdoings of his uncle. Not only that, but when he married Petra, such a book suddenly appeared. All for the happiness of his marriage, Levi would argue in case his dear wife ever stumbled upon it. He worshipped Petra, but, at times, her cleaning was… subpar, to put it nicely. He just needed to blow off some steam.
Kenny had expected the brat to show up when he had heard the footsteps, and he had expected a berating because when did Levi ever speak to him if he wasn’t cursing him? And he was about to respond with a comment that surely would irritate his nephew, but he didn’t have time to speak.
“LEEEEEVIII!” Hange practically screeched, rushing over to greet their best friend with a hug, but in their drunken state, they collapsed into his arms.
“Shut the fuck up, Four Eyes.” Levi hissed quickly, glancing back at the stairs. If the crash that had woken him didn’t wake up everyone else, the brunette’s screaming would. They seemed too drunk to care, though, their clothes a mess. The man grimaced as it took him back to the fateful night that had turned his life upside down. He couldn’t deal with another one. Surely not. Whatever deity was out there was playing a cruel prank on him.
“I’m setting this straight now. I’m not fucking taking you in too. One is enough.” He clarified. And this time, not even the best sex of his life could convince him otherwise. Thoughts of his sweet wife dressed in his favourite maid outfit made their way into his mind, but before the blood could travel downward as well, Levi pulled himself together and tried to focus on the problem at hand. He was not about to parent four children.
“Is that a way to talk to your oldest friend?” Hange said, doe-eyed, with a fake pout on their face. “After everything we’ve been through together, I thought I’d always have a bed in your home.” They knew Levi would always help them if they were truly in need, of course. But teasing him was always a favourite pastime of Hange’s.
“You… Never… Fucking… Wash.” Levi responded slowly, accentuating every word. At some point, all he had to do was take out a cleaning brush from his pocket, and Hange would run off faster than if a Titan was chasing them. Levi always wondered if it was an extreme fear of being clean or if Hange truly loved Titans up to the point of losing all caution around them.
Hange just laughed lightheartedly, taking nothing Levi said too seriously, as they knew he never tried to defend them deliberately. “Aww, c’mon, don’t be like that. I know you love that about me, anyway. You can get off from washing me again.” They winked, often teasing him about having a cleaning kink, but they were certain that he must have one. Even if it didn’t revolve around them, per se. “Did you hear that Kenny, your nephew has always been a little pervert.”
“Can’t believe the brat has always had some game.” Kenny snorted, still in disbelief that he had scored someone like Petra. He had made himself comfy while his old friend had been distracting him. His pants were now discarded on the floor as he lay flopped on Levi’s precious suede sofa, a beer in one hand as his other hand was busy picking lint from his belly button.
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Fic collaboration with @soarecreates ❤️
Life with the Ackermans
Levi Ackerman’s life can only be described by using two words: domestic bliss. When a ghost from Levi’s past visits him, his family’s life takes an unexpected turn.
Postwar Rivetra in Marley with a pinch of Kenny Ackerman in their lives
Snippet:
Kenny had almost forgotten how rough life with the runt by his side could be. Kenny, clean that. Kenny, you’re disgusting. Kenny, change your underwear daily. Kenny, no guns at the dinner table. Kenny, stop hitting on my wife. Kenny this, Kenny that. It almost made him debate if free food and housing were worth having a mother constantly nagging him about how to live his life. Imagine the kid thought I was his dad at some point, Kenny found himself laughing about lately.
Right now, though, he didn’t feel like laughing much at all as he thought about his most recent argument with his nephew that had happened just a couple of hours prior to him coming to this bar. Frankly, he felt he deserved better after all he had done for the brat, but it felt as if Levi was finding any excuse to fight with him and drive him out of his home. The house that Kenny had turned into a home for them, that was. He had done what Levi had asked of him. Why had his nephew been so angry? He grimaced as he remembered.
“What the fuck is this, Kenny?” Levi scoffed in disgust as he looked at the mess in the kitchen, which he had politely asked his uncle to clean, but he had returned to an even bigger mess. Wet dishes were stacked on the counter, dripping water all over that it was now trailing onto the floor. And Levi swore that he still saw stains on the supposedly “washed” dishes. It was when he looked in the sink he wanted to gag, seeing splashes of food covering the sink and most of the dinner’s leftovers sat piling up on the drain.
“Why do I even bother asking you for help if you can’t do anything fucking right?” He added, crossing his arms. “What do you even bring to this house? You don’t contribute in any way. All you fucking do is mooch off of us.”
Kenny could hear the growing frustration in his nephew’s voice, and when he met Levi’s gaze, he could see it too. “Quit it, will ya? I did the dishes like ya asked.” He responded submissively, not in the mood to deal with another one of Levi’s outbursts over something so minuscule. Though he then smirked, and Levi knew the man was going to say something he wouldn’t appreciate. “I’ll tell you what I brought to this house. I made it a home for ya.” He claimed proudly.
“You’re delusional. I don’t care what Petra says; you’re out.” He was certain Kenny was mental. Levi had done his best to look past Kenny’s aggression for the sake of his family. But instead of answering his nephew, all Kenny did was sit in Levi’s favourite chair with his arms crossed and a shit-eating grin on his face. A smile that answered Levi’s threat: Let’s bring Petra in and see what she thinks about this.
