Shingeki no Kyojin x Readers

Reader x Bertolt: That Thing Called 'Fate'

Although it's Holy Week, I really really REALLY want to bake something.

Also, I just recently watched the movie, That Thing Called 'Tadhana'. And this idea was born.

Aight, Enjoy!

You thanked the ticket lady going around to gather tickets in the train. She smiled timidly at you before she went to another passenger. You sighed and looked outside the window, the rain was pouring, you couldn't see anything beyond the horizon. You were heading to god-knows-where, maybe somewhere you could forget all the painful memories you had. Well for someone who have connections and money, you couldn't let all this go to waste, right? You sat there, staring at absolutely nothing before someone tapped on your shoulder.

"Uhm, sorry for distrubing you...but I've been walking around the whole train and I couldn't get a seat...I was wondering if I could sit with you? Just...until the next station." The man wearing a heavy coat said. You eyed him from head to toe, you nodded slowly and he gave a warm smile. He removed his coat, but he kept his scarf on. He sat before you and apologized, "For disturbing you...I-I'm Bertolt."

"I'm (y/n). Is the next station your stop?" You asked.

"Oh, no...I'm heading to Paris...but I really don't want to disturb you, so I'll take the next train to France in another station." Bertolt said.

"I think I'll be heading to Paris also, don't bother yourself, you can come along with me!" You proposed. Bertolt seemed shocked for a moment, but he agreed nonetheless.

"Wait, you think you'll be heading to Paris?" Bertolt asked.

"Well...yeah. I have a lot of money and free time to waste. Please don't think bad of me, I donate to charity every month!" You replied, which made Bertolt chuckle.

As the train ride continued on, you and Bertolt got to know each other. He was a photographer who went all around the world as an assignment. You told him that you were a writer, you were travelling because of a bad break up. "He was a douche, to be honest. Forgive my words." You chuckled sadly.

"It's alright. I hope you get over it quickly." You smiled at Bertolt's words.

You both got off the train, Bertolt carried your luggage all the way to your hotel room. You thanked him, exchanged phone numbers and he went off. The next morning, you went sight seeing. The first stop was the Eiffel Tower. You reached the top and gazed at the woderful sight on top. You heard clicks, and you turned around. Thus you saw Bertolt, who had just took a photo of you.

"Bertolt! What a pleasant surprise!" You smiled.

"It's a wonderful coincidence to see you here, (y/n)." Bertolt smiled back.

He invited you to lunch and you happily accepted.

He took you to a not so fancy restaurant (you weren't used to etiquette). As you both waited for your food, you did some more chatting. When your food arrived, you gazed at Bertolt.

"Is something wrong, (y/n)?" He asked before he tucked the napkin on his collar for a bib.

"Oh nothing...it's just that...my ex always does that with his napkin whenever we're eating." You smiled bitterly. Bertolt apologized before he took it off.

"Sorry, I reminded you of him." He said, he then began to mash the potatoes on his plate. You bit your trembling lips. "Oh no."

"S-sorry, he...he mashes his potatoes too...God, I'm so lame...I'm sorry, Bertolt." You chuckled as you wiped your almost runny nose with a napkin. Bertolt leaned in and stared at you.

"I bet that the next words I say would probably remind you of him." Bertolt said.

"What? No! Try me." You said determingly.

"Alright....mustard."

"Oh god...he loves mustard.."

"Escargot?"

"He accidentaly threw one at an old lady."

"Goldfish."

"We had a goldfish named Eggdon, we treated it like it was our child."

"Oh my...alright...." Bertolt sighed before he stared at you in the eyes. "The leaves...of a banana tree."

"He used to eat from it...you know...like they do in the...in the Philippines..."

Bertolt slapped his cheek slightly as he stared at you. "You're not taking this breakup all to well, aren't you?"

Then, you began to cry. Bertolt did his best to soothe your crying but you only sobbed more, making the other diners to stare at you weirdly. A waitress approached you and handed you some tissues.

"Here you go ma'am, you might need this." The waitress said. You turned to her.

"I don't need tissues. I don't want tissues. Please stop judging me!" You cried. The waitress apologized and left. Bertolt was successful for shutting you up by holding your lips.

"(y/n), we're in public..." He whispered. You stopped sobbing and apologized, you returned to your meal.

The sun began to set when you and Bertolt were walking around. He was talking about moving on without making you cry. You both ended up in a park where you both watched the stars.

"How...how does one get over a bad break up?" You asked.

"Well...For once you can drink...But I highly don't recommend it." Bertolt shrugged. "You can travel, which you are doing right now....or...you can fall in love with someone else."

You pouted. "Hey, maybe he broke up with you cuz you were a bad girlfrie- ow!" Bertolt yelped in pain when you smacked his arm.

"Are you trying to console me or make me feel worse?! You're words are hurting me, y'know!" You yelled. Bertolt apologized.

"Ugh. I won't handle this myself. How long are you going to stay here?" You asked.

"Until tomorrow. I've taken pictures of everything here already." Bertolt replied.

"Where are you heading to next?"

"Germany."

You stood up and stretched. "Alrighty! I better shop for clothes! I won't last in Germany for too long."

"Wait, what? You're coming with me?" Bertolt cried, his eyes widened.

"Hell yeah. I'm getting over this breakup and you're going to help me. See you tomorrow!" Then, you ran back to your hotel, leaving Bertolt, smiling in disbelief.

**

'And she knew, that fate had planned this all from the beginning.' You finished typing and stretched. You saved your manuscript and yawned. You marveled over the bitter sweet aroma of coffee and you made your way to the kitchen.

There was a mug of newly brewed coffee on the table with a memo under it. You took the memo and read it.

'Heading out for a while to buy film. I ran out for my Polaroid. Be back by seven!

Love, Bertolt'

You smiled at the note your lover left. You saw an album sitting on the kitchen island. The label read 'Around the World'. These were the pictures he took when he went around the world with you last year. You flipped it open and smiled at the first picture. It was a picture of your back and the beautiful scenery at the top of the Eiffel Tower. You turned to another picture, which was you smiling, the Berlin wall behind you. The next pictures were still you, behind were the sceneries of countries and cities you two visited. At the end of the page was a picture of you and Bertolt, a memo was wirtten on the bottom right corner.

Successfully moved on!

That Thing Called Tadhana is really great! It's screening in some parts of America. If you're close by one, do watch it!

Until then, be Humanity's Hope, Trainees!

Sylvia-Danchou is out, peace!