Attack On Titan Oneshots [mostly au] {requests closed!}

﹝bertolt x male!reader au﹞

fairy tales
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after basically a two weeks of radio silence your second favorite, slightly paranoid author is back :) my schedule is chewing me up and spitting me out right about now so this was delayed, but I've gotten used to it!!! I have a few other things to say but I'll say it after this is done, so please read them.

This is said twice, but this was written hastily, early in the morning. so I'll come back and edit this.

8.8.16- see what I mean??? I just realized I put the same title for two oneshots in a row. I also remembered something else, THANK YOU FOR 503 FOLLOWERS!!
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•third person•

(y/n), the eleven year old boy across the street, was all the twelve year old Bertolt thought about. no sooner had he moved in a few months back, he had the most heart-stopping crush on (y/n). though it was obvious what was happening, his twelve year old mind didn't fully comprehend that, so he handled it oddly. but (y/n) was just happy to be living next to someone so nice to him. he loved being around Bertolt, and returned the feelings with even less comprehension than the twelve year old.

he had read in books how girls had "fallen in love" and grown up to marry their childhood friend, and this all appealed to him. even if he understood he was a boy who had a lot more time before marriage. but the thought of a perfect life with everything going right was more powerful than having to wait, or feeling of reject he might get for wanting to like another boy. (y/n) would have to get used to obstacles if he wanted to live his favorite stories.

though he was young, (y/n) was in no way ignorant to the things around him, noticing how when he walked down certain streets when he was younger there were people with tinted bottles in their hands, yelling and hitting whatever and whoever they passed. he chose to be optimistic throughout all the unhappiness around him, looking forward to his future with his beautiful clichés.

and he lived like that for the next nine years. an optimistic boy with an amazing disposition, still as passionately in love with Bertolt as he was when he was younger.

what (y/n) had neglected to pay attention to was in those stories, there was always a obstacle to overcome. Annie Leonhart, a silent heart throb throughout the hallways of Sina university. at this point he was beyond best friends with Bertolt, along with Reiner. they now all lived across from each other and it was a typical three-way disaster. the good kind of disaster.

"did you see Annie's outfit today?" they walked past a group of freshmen talking about the sophomore Annie, like they were. (y/n) tried to ignore the way Bertolt lit up at the name, but he wasn't as angry as most people would be if their almost-decade-long crush was now a competition. he was frozen. and for the first time in a while, or never, worst case scenarios flooded his mind.

'what if I don't have a chance anymore?'

'what if they end up having the ending I wanted?'

'what am I supposed to do?'

his face reflected despair and confusion, and when they stepped into their last class, Reiner asked his friend.

"is this about your huge crush on Bertolt?" (y/n) looked completely mortified for about three seconds before he just nodded.

"yeah." Reiner sat down in the empty seat next to him and sighed.

"honestly, he is painfully oblivious to how much you like him. if I were you I'd tell him now." he flushed at the idea.