The Pauper Prince || Attack on Titan x Male Reader

Fallen Fortunes

A lone figure looked out a widow down upon the bustling streets, watching with an intense gaze down at the posh and upper-class men women, and children wandering the square without a care in the world. The figure's youthful face was worn down with the signs of fatigue and stress, his hand lifted up to rest his chin upon his knuckles. the door behind him opened softly, swinging inward to reveal a servant of sorts.

???: Young master?

???: Please don't call me that...

The male responded in a weak voice, tired of the same conversation every time someone came into his life.

???: Oh, I'm terribly sorry... I just wanted to let you know something.

The figure lifted himself up, feeling his joints pop as he stood a bit taller than the female servant, his (H/l)(H/c) locks looked oily as he ran a gloved hand through it. His outfit was nothing but a pair of formal pants and shoes leading up to a red-stained white dress shirt, the stain covering the left breast down to almost the hip of the male.  

???: It seems my spies have finally gotten to something before my father. So what is it?

???: Your father is very displeased with how you acted at the event. He has sent for you at once.

the figure chuckled softly, looking out at the street to let the light reflect off his (E/c) orbs.

???: So that's why he hasn't come himself. Alright, I'll go to him.

The figure shuffled toward the door, the servant bowing softly as he passed by. He moved into the halls of the manor only to feel the playful smirk on his face droop, previous memories of the house flooding his mind as he passed by each door. The servant followed him at a distance, unsure if to walk by his side as the male seemingly bottled up his emotions for the most part.

???: So I'm guessing Father doesn't like the words I shared with our guests?

???: I believe so... (Y/n) please don't anger your Father anymore, please?

You stopped softly and turned to the young servant girl. Your tired eyes met her soft green ones, her curly brown hair looking healthy as it cradled her soft features. Her soft-looking skin almost making you reach out to see if she was human or a doll.

(Y/n): You would question me, Sabine?

The girl seemingly named Sabine let out a sigh as she approached the male.

Sabine: I know this isn't what you want but straining the relationship with your Father will only make this wor-

(Y/n): You of all people should know my position in this relationship with my Father. Maybe he got to you like all the others.

Sabine: Nobody got to me! You need to understand that your relationship with him affects everyone here, not just you.

You let out a shaky sigh and lifted your hand, pinching the bridge of your nose.

(Y/n): I was having such a good day before all of this, I told off some rich pricks and now I'm being lectured by a maid. Look, you've done your part nicely and fetched me for Father, you can run along.

Sabine: Oh so you're gonna act like one of those spoiled brats too? should I call you young master while you're at it?

(Y/n): I... it's not even worth it. If you're trying to get a rise out of me, then you've failed. Go tell the others that they have the day off, after this lovely meeting with Father, I'm retiring to my room for the rest of the week.

Sabine opened her mouth to respond but you turned softly and opened the door next to you, sliding inside with a click of the door. Sabine sighed softly as she watched your tired figure slink through the door. You didn't look healthy at all, the stress and anxiety of life seemingly getting to you. she just hoped nothing bad happened in there. though as she heard a crash, she knew her hopes were probably dashed.

(Y/n): Why do you always make things so difficult, Father?

The male before you plopped down into his seat, the man looked like an older and angrier version of you, his brow furrowed as he glared at you from across his desk. He had just finished tossing various things from his desk at the walls, trying to alleviate the building rage within him.

Father: Do you truly wish to look like a feral mongrel before all of society? Hmm? Do you think I enjoy the looks of ridicule I get because of how you act?

(Y/n): I was simply defending myself from the onslaught of posh boredom. I can't help there were others around when I decided to speak my mind. And terribly sorry for making a good impression in front of the young girl you're trying to hook me up with.

Your Father let out a sigh as he spied the stain upon your chest. He lifted himself out of his chair and sauntered toward a window in the room. 

Father: I just don't understand yo-

(Y/n): If you're trying to loop this around to some conversation of why can't I be more like my brother, then don't. I'm not him and I will never be like him. Your perfect son is currently sitting on his ass doing nothing as a Military Police. What a dream.

Father: Thank you for getting us to this point of the conversation. does save me a whole hell of a lot of time. Your little stunt was the last straw. The (L/n) reputation has been dragged through the mud enough by some backwater raised kid like you.

You felt your fingers dig into your thigh. 

(Y/n): Backwater raised kid, huh? Hell of a way to talk about your son.

Father: Silence. I've already made a choice in the matter and I won't have you derail this conversation with one of your tantrums. You're joining the cadets.

(Y/n): What?

Father: Some military service will do you good, toughen you up and show you the reality of your place in life. You finish your time in the cadets and join the military police. You'll finally be somewhat respectable and hopefully, act better.

You let out a sigh as you ran a hand through your hair again, chuckling softly as you battled back so more rage, letting it bottle up as you could feel the stress mounting in your back.

(Y/n): So... you're trying to mold me into another August, huh? Another perfect pawn for your chessboard of trying to take as much power as your feeble old hands can take, right? How long before you set your sights on something like the kingdom itself?

Father: I will not indulge your childish arguments, (Y/n). I've left the packing of your belongings to the servants, you'll be shipped out in two days so say your goodbyes and whatnot.

You let out a huff through your nose and pulled yourself up from the chair, sauntering out of the room. You decided that the best way to annoy your Father one last time was to do the worst possible act imaginable. You left his door open despite his request for you to close it. You chuckled softly at the sigh your heard as you shuffled down the corridor back to your room to see what you could salvage before you were sent away from your Father for the second time in your life...



A/n: Hey hey folks thank you for reading. Hope you enjoy the story and if you did don't be afraid to leave a comment and tell me how I did!