Eventually I {Dark!Bertholdt x Reader}

I'm not too sure if I like this. I like the idea but idk if I executed it very well. This was my 5th attempt at it though so hopefully it's adequete. First chapter of a series if y'all like it enough. Ok. Some swearing and violence. If I continue it, further chapters will probably get really violent. Thanks for reading!

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The last memories I had of a life before you seem to slither away further and farther with each passing sunrise. When the stars rise and glitter the sky with a million angelic fire beacons, the little hope I have left in me enlarges, absorbing all my energy and every little childhood dream I'd ever had. My hopeful heart pounds desperately every time my eyes catch the moon because I know that I only stand a chance under the shroud of moonlight

But you know that too.

That's why you cage me in even tighter when the sun goes down, isn't it?

You know I'm not scared of you at night.

I look at my shivering hands, turning blue in the cold. Blood coats my hands, coats my hair, my clothes and stains my skin. Your blood.

I think I'm free.

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You hear him before you see any sign of him; your ears pick up the sound of his heavy, apprehensive footsteps way before your eyes try to open. You're panicking. You know this isn't your bed. You don't recognise this room. Even the air feels different in your lungs. The footsteps grow quieter. They must be walking away from you. God, where the fuck are you?

Admittedly, and stupidly, at the moment your biggest concern is being late for work. Levi will bust your lady-balls if you turn up this late. You can feel sun on your face floating in from the chink in the curtains. It must be around 10 o'clock. Levi will kill you, surely.

If you're not in the house of a murderer already, that is. You have to get out.

When you finally find yourself opening your eyes, your instincts take over as you find yourself in the foreign environment. (E/c) irises scan as quickly and thoroughly as possible. It's a small room. Well decorated, clean enough, but it looks like it hasn't been inhabited for ages. You spy a glass flower vase on the windowsill. It's pretty. It looks expensive, too.

Most importantly, that could probably knock out a fully-grown man if you caught him by surprise.

With your weapon located, you begin to ease yourself out of the bed you woke up it. The feel of the pillowcase against your face was heavenly... was it silk? God, who cares? You need to get out of here.

Unfortunately, the ropes tying your arms and feet down do not make the stumble out of bed very smooth. How the fuck did you miss those? You cursed yourself and your morning stupidity as you tumbled onto the hard stone floor. Taking the table lamp next to the bed down to the ground with you. An amazing orchestra of cursing and shattering rung out of the commotion. Anyone within a couple of miles could probably have heard that.

Out of desperation, you quickly began grinding the rope around your hands on the rough floor. Tears begin leaking from your eyes as the rope stays undamaged.

You hear the footsteps again.

No chance of progress. You fold yourself into a pile of the ground and begin to pray. You can taste blood. Blood and chemicals and the bitter taste of sleep. How the fuck did you get here? Where are you? Who would ---

You scream as you hear the door bang open, shutting your eyes with swift force. If whoever this is is going to hurt you, you're not going to give them the satisfation of seeing your tears or the fright in your eyes.

"(Y/n)... (y/n) darling, I'm here." A voice, male, gentle, tired and... familiar? You opened your eyes and spun yourself around as best as you could. There he was. The man you once called your comrade, your friend even. He knelt down to be on the ground with you.

"B-B-B-Ber..." You voice was thick with fright and tears. You had no option but to hope the gentle giant was here to take you back. "Please, Bert. I don't know how I got here. Please take me back, I'm scared."

You fell forward onto his chest, sobbing, wetting his shirt. He quietly "shhh"ed you and rubbed his hands against your back. "It's okay, (y/n). I'm here now. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I promise."

Your weeping calmed slightly. This nightmare was coming to a close. Bertholdt must have followed whoever stole you. Maybe he even killed the bastard before coming to rescue you. You were safe in your comrade's arms.

"O-okay Bertle. L-let's go. Everyone's probably worried." He lifted your chin up from his now-soaked chest and smiled softly at you.

"Yes. I have no doubt. You were so very liked back at the corps." His voice was barely more than a whisper.

If you hadn't been so swept away with a sense of relief and adrenaline, you might have heard the hint of malice in his voice, the sparkle of longing in his eyes. You and Bertholdt just looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments. You looked down at your hands, still entwined with the scratchy rope.

"Do you have a knife?" You asked.

He breathed in anxiously, but didn't reply.

"Bert, come on. Hurry up. I want to go back." Your voice dropped. "I want to go home."

A slightly pained expression came over Bertholdt's eyes, as though you'd said something cruel.

A laugh suddenly erupted from his mouth. A shiny sweat was building on his forehead. "(Y/n). You are home."

Your back straightened. "What?" Your eyes widened in confusion. That wasn't a reply you were expecting.

"Your home is here. With me. Forever." Bertholdt's clammy hand reached for your goose-bumped cheek, trailing a long finger down your jawline. He grinned like a child on Christmas.

"Bert. This isn't funny." You half-squeaked. Fear began filling your stomach again, making you want to vomit.

"I've loved you so much for so long, (y/n)..." His usual awkwardness was quickly being replaced with confidence. He had his little bird in a trap she couldn't escape from. "And you will love me. You will stay with me. Forever."

"Bert, don't talk like that. I'm your friend! This isn't like you!" he continued smiling. It seemed your attempt of calm reasoning wasn't working. "You fucking bastard. Put those sweaty hands to good use and untie me before I shove a lamp up your ass." When he made no movement to rescue you, a flying blob of saliva landed on his face, complimentary of your enraged mouth.

He looked as though he was going to hit you. His mouth tightened and snarled. "Darling, you know how much I hate being spat on and disrespected. Be a good girl and say sorry."

"No fucking way, you psychopath." The look in your eyes would make any man piss himself in usual circumstances. But you were tied up at the limbs and sprawled on the floor while your captor stood high and in control.

"Hopefully you'll be more like your sweet usual self when you wake up again."

While a sassy comeback was forming in your throat, Bertholdt used one of his strong hands to slam your head onto the stone ground. Hard.

Bertholdt smiled at your limp body. He stroked your hair gently, in absolute contrast to how he was mere seconds ago. He picked you up and placed you gently on the bed, as if you were a sleeping child.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, (y/n)." He apologized sympathetically as he climbed onto the bed, spooning you from behind, wrapping his arms around your unconscious form. "But you'll see it's all for the better. And don't you worry. You'll love me back. Eventually." With a kiss on your bruised forehead, Bertholdt began drifting off into a sweet sleep next to you.