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Here's a Bertholdt one because he's just too cute to ignore! Just a really tall, gentle giant who sweats way too much! How can you not love him?! Let's give the other characters some of the love!

Me: *hugs Berthodlt* I LOVE YOU NEXT TO ARMIN AND LEVI

Me: *head rests on his stomach cause I'm way too short to reach his chest*

Berthodlt: 0//0 *blushes* *sweats* A-ah...

Request made by

bertholdtfubarfan

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"Look at this place!" You said amazed and disgusted how people could get a kitchen so dirty. Dirty Dishes piled along dishes and don't even get me started with the floor. Dust and spoiled food covered the entire floor.

"And this is where our food came from?!" You asked, your face twisted in a mixture of horror and disgust.

"Don't worry. The kitchen is cleaned every week before using. And this time, it's your turn." Levi said. And they way you saw, it looked like it haven't been clean for years.

Bertholdts face held horror as well as he stared at what once was the kitchen. Now just a health hazard.

"How are we ganna get this clean Levi?! I don't think this will ever be clean again! It'll take ages!" You argued to Levi who was leaning against the door frame.

"Do you prefer bathroom duty?" Levi asks bitterly. You shivered in disgust just imagining if the kitchen looked this filthy, imagine how the bathroom looked. You shook your head aggressively not even wanting the think about having to touch a toilet seat.

Levi let out a tch.

"Then next time, clean the windows properly. You better get to work." He said as he left you two in the kitchen.

You groan as You turn to Bertholdt, and looked up-literally looked up to him. Considering how tall he was, everyone looked up to him.

your eyebrows knitted together and a face that showed horror. His faced showed the same expression as he turned to the filth.

"Well, let's get to work (y/n).." Berthodlt said as he took his jacket off and tied it around his waist and pulled up his sleeves, revealing his very muscular arms. You blush a little and nod as join him cleaning.

"Ugh why did I have to get kitchen duty?" you groan through your mask as you continue to wash the silver wear while Bertholdt swept the floors. Cleaning all the rotten food other people left behind. His face covered as well as he swept all the filth into a pile.

"At least it wasn't bathroom duty." Berthodlt remarked as he shivered at the thought.

"I bet Sasha would kill for this job." you say referring to her love for food. And her weird obsession with the kitchen. If she only saw the kitchen now...she wouldn't ever want to touch the food they served again.

"The faster we clean the faster we get to get out of here (y/n)." Berthodlt said as he started to pick up the dust and food on the dust pan.

"Ugh-" you groan. It's been close to 2 hours in counting since you guys started. Him trying to make an effort to keep your head up and keep positive. But that was difficult for you, since you didn't like cleaning, well, not like a certain short, hot headed- tempered man did.

And you still weren't even half way done. You both Still had to sanitize the floor and counters. You rinsed the other spoons and forks and laid them aside to dry.

You grabbed a knife and started to scrub it clean when- you being your clumsy self -your hand had gotten too close to the blades sharp metal and slid you palm across it-on accident of course. You gasped and winced as the cold blade cut through your skin. You dropped the knife and held your hand, as the red liquid poured out fast.

You stare at the cut, not knowing what to do. Your heart pounding against your chest. Adrenaline coursing through your veins as you watch the blood pour out.

Berthodlt hearing your sudden gasp and wince of pain, had dropped his dusting pan and broom and ran to your side worried.

"W-what happened (y/n)?" He asked nervous clear in his voice. A drop of sweat running down his forehead.

"I-I-" you stammer, closing you hand trying to hide it from him. But blood soon pours out of your hand and he glances at your palm seeing blood pouring out of it. His eyes widen in shock and his face went pale. Sweat droplets viable on his face.

"I-I need to p-put pressure on it!" He said more to himself than to you. He looked at you, your face only showing shock. He led you outside quickly and set you down on the floor.

He removed his sweater from his waist and wrapped it around your hand, covering the cut. You wince as he pressed the material over your hand. He stopped and looked at you apologetically.

"I-I'm sorry." he apologized.

"I'm ganna get a r-rag." he said hurriedly and quickly ran into the kitchen trying to find anything he could use to clean your wound. You continue to sit where he had placed you and stare at your hand, your heart still pounding.

He found a clean one luckily and wet it slightly and ran back to you, tense.

He removed his sweater over your hand and grabbed your hand, examining the wound. He quickly pressed the damp cloth on it, cleaning it. You winced again and he stopped for a moment before continuing, slower, not wanting to hurt you again. You stare at him, his eyes glued on your hand, trying his best to stop the bleeding.

You find his eyes and stare at them. Admiring them. And you suddenly feel safe, and calm. You heart starts to slow down a bit as you continue to stare at him.

Soon, the cloth is drenched in your blood, but your wound stops bleeding. He sighs in relief, still holding your hand. And looks up to meet with your (e/c) ones. Seeing how close you two were. He now realizes you were staring at him and he blushes, pink hues clear on his cheeks.

He removes the damp cloth off your wound and you see a red line across your palm. He then grabs his jacket once more and wraps it around your hand, acting as a bandage for now. He cups your hand in his and presses down slightly not wanting to hurt you. And looks up to you.

"You scared me there." he whispered. You look down, your (h/c) falling on your face, feeling guilty at your clumsy self and make him worry so much.

"I'm sorry, I was being clumsy and I accidents cut myself while I-" he cuts you off by lifting your chin so your (e/c) eyes met with his dark ones. He stares deeply into them before leaning in and kissing you passionately. You stay still, not quite sure of what was happening but let him do as he pleases.

You melt into the kiss and kiss him back. He pulls away and stares back into your eyes again.

"Well, if you're ganna kiss me like that every time I get hurt, I should get hurt more often." you say teasingly. His eyes widen in shock before shaking his head violently.

"N-no! D-don't-" he yells pulling your hand closer to him.

"I'm kidding Bertholdt." you say calming him. He stops, his face going red.

"O-oh.." he says embarrassed. You smile at his cuteness and his concern for you.

"Just, don't do it again." He says before planting another kiss on you.

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Hope you liked it! I'm working on a few rn soooo yeah! Anyways, requests are open as always! And thank you for the votes and comments you guys leave! It really encourages me to continue writing!