Petrasexual - Petra x Reader CRACKFIC

4.A.

You wanted to come to the beach with Eren and Petra. It'll be a good opportunity to get to know her better. Good Choice.

When Eren and Petra show up, the prius stacked with occupants, you smile, because he takes time to greet your family when he comes to your door to retrieve you. You follow him back to the car after wishing your parents a good day. 

"Hey, guys," you say as you slide into the back seat beside Jean. A tall, black haired man that looks strikingly like Levi sits in shotgun, and Eren enters the back row through the door behind Petra. 

"Hi, I'm Rivaille," the black haired man says without turning around to look at you. 

"Hey, I'm (y/n)," you respond, watching him push his black aviators up his nose and nod silently.

"I'm sorry," Petra smiles, looking at you through the rear view mirror. "Riva insisted he get shotgun., or I woulda let you have it."

"Haven't you noticed that my legs are, like twelve feet long?" Rivaille snaps in an accent that was distinctly that of a New Yorker. "Of course I need shotgun."

"You've never seemed to mind back seat when I've been in the car with you before," Eren shrugs.

"Whatever. I wanted it today. My legs are sore from sitting in a cramped plane for five hours."

"Don't you usually fly priv-" Eren started to say, but Rivaille cut him off.

"I didn't this time. Don't ask. I was just as annoyed with them as you are with me right now," Rivaille sighs. 

"I see," Eren muses, seemingly in the middle of some sort of intense thought process while you and the others wait silently for the air in the car to start blowing cold. Petra had turned on the AC when you got into the car, but it was still blowing warm air, you noticed. You and the others are silently grateful when the cold air begins to cool the car down. 

"Sorry to be a fun sucker. I just hate flying commercial," Rivaille says turning to you and shrugging his shoulders.

"As opposed to what? Driving?" you ask, but Rivaille shakes his head. 

"No, I mean flying private. You know, bring your own plane, and shit?" Rivaille says, and it dawns on you that this boy has money.

"Oh, cool," you say, never having been on a private plane before, but certainly willing to give it a shot if the opportunity ever managed to arise, not that you really imagined it would.

"Something like that," he shrugs. He seems to have the same untouchable attitude as Eren's fiancee, whom you'd met briefly over the phone, but Rivaille seemed more affected by luxury than Levi seemed to be, and Levi felt a little more down to Earth, but you weren't willing to solidify such a quick judgement after having only talked to either of them very briefly thus far. 

The five of you arrive at the beach, popping the trunk to begin hauling towels and coolers and umbrellas out onto the sand. Once you arrived, you noticed that Petra's tiny car was parked directly beside a vaguely familiar looking pickup truck, and then you saw to very familiar women jump out from inside it. 

"Hey, (y/n)! Come here! Gimme a hug!" Eren's sister exclaims, running towards you and pulling you into a tight hug. "Yay, I'm glad you're back," she smiles while you hug her back, resting your chin on her shoulder. When she pulls away, she narrows her eyes and looks at you for a moment. "Since when were you taller than me?" Mikasa asks.

"I dunno," you shrug, having passed her up over the last few years. 

"Well, anyway, it's really good to have you back," Mikasa grins, pushing her wooden wayfarer glasses down from the top of her head so that they rested on the bridge of her nose. Once the group has set up everything, you watch as Eren shoves Jean to the sand before taking off running towards the glittering ocean ahead. 

"Last one in the water's a rotten egg!" he shouts at Jean, and you're happy to see that that certainly hasn't changed about Eren. He's still just as competitive as ever. 

"That's not fair, you ass!" Jean calls after him, scrambling to his feet and bolting after Eren. They sprint towards the water and practically throw each other into it when they arrive. 

"I won, fair n' square," Eren says. "I didn't say anything about how I got to the water first. Just that you, the loser, are now a rotten egg."

"No way, bet you can't make it out to the buoys with me," Jean scoffs, his voice mostly drowned out by the crash of the waves against the sand. 

"I bet I can. Riva, (y/n), you in on this action?" Eren asks, while you watch Mikasa and her girlfriend beginning to wade into the water, giggling while they splash each other. You don't want to interrupt them, so you try to decide between going out with Eren and the others, or staying on the shore with Petra, who has just pulled frozen grapes from the cooler and is beginning to munch on them while she watches the group of you.

"Yeah, I'm gonna kick all your asses," Rivaille snorts, throwing his shirt over his head and onto an unoccupied towel. You're a little shocked by his amount of musculature on such a lean frame. You are drawn back to attention, when Eren calls your name again from the water.

"(Y/n), you coming?" 

If you choose to stay on the sand with Petra, turn to Chapter 5.A.

If you choose to swim with Eren, Jean and Riva towards the buoys, turn to chapter 5.B.

If you choose to swim with Eren, Jean and Riva, but go out past the buoys to try to impress Petra, turn to Chapter 5.C.