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[multific]

A Rare Flower in a Factory

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Summary: Everyone has their own hidden little secrets, it just happens to be that Heisenberg's secret is the rarest and most beautiful flower.

Everyone has their secrets. Even the four Lords.

But no one could have guessed Heisenberg's.

Down deep in the dark, the deepest and most hidden place in his entire factory, just about where the rust ended, there was a living space.

A small, yet comfortable little place that the Lord himself built with his two hands.

Heisenberg was proud, he provided a home.

And in that home lived his beautiful little flower, his bride.

Someone no one would expect to find in such a place.

Yet, there you were, hidden away from Miranda and the other Lords.

Heisenberg's beautiful flower.

You were the reason he wanted to fight to be free. You were the reason he wanted to leave this Godforsaken place and start a new life. 

But no matter what he did, he failed.

He always moved back to his chambers, feeling like a failure. But each time, when he saw you, he felt at ease. As if all his worries melted away.

And you loved him so much.

"Karl?" you called out as he got out of the bath. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes." came his reply and soon he joined you in the kitchen. His arms moved around you as his mouth moved to your neck.

"Not like that..." you giggled as he pulled you closer.

"I'm always hungry for you, Doll. But I do need some food before I have my dessert." you smiled at him as you both finally moved to the table so you could eat.

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You woke up to the feeling of cold on your feet.

You were naked under the blanket, with an equally naked Karl attached to your back.

It got rather cold in the factory during winter.

But you woke up with the need of pee and your throat felt dry.

You wiggled out of Karl's hold.

You put a long shirt on, which reached to your knees before leaving the room and headed to the bathroom then the kitchen.

On your way to the kitchen, you noticed the door to your home open, you found it weird but decided to just close the door and get your glass and go back to bed.

You poured a glass of water for yourself when you thought you heard a noise.

The factory did make a lot of noise so you didn't think much of it.

However, the second time, you couldn't ignore the footstep you heard, you knew it wasn't Karl, you could hear him snoring.

And just as you rounded a corner, there it was.

One of Karl's many creations. 

It had human legs but it was mostly a machine with huge machetes for arms.

You wanted to run but the thing was faster, it slashed and as you put up your hand to protect yourself, it cut into your palm.

"KARL!" you managed to yell, hoping he would come and save you. 

And again, the monster got ready and this time it slashed your forearm. You made another sound of pain and the machine-human fell to its knees, you heard the metal in his body squeeze.

You looked to your right and noticed Karl.

He was looking at your bloody hand. He made a gesture with his hand and the monster flew backwards, right out the metal door.

He rushed you into the bathroom, taking out a first aid kit and he started to work on your arm.

"This is all my fault."

"It is not, Karl."

"I didn't check if the door was closed."

"It's not your fault." you insisted, but he kept on avoiding your eyes. "Karl." you called out but he didn't listen. He bandaged up your arm and took you back to your bed.

"I'll clean up." he said and you knew he needed his own space and time. So, you allowed him to have it.

By the time he arrived back, you were fast asleep.

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The next morning, you woke up alone.

You looked for Karl, but he seemed to have gone missing.

You knew better than to roam the factory, so you stayed put, reading your romance books and cooking lunch and dinner.

You also didn't forget to take care of your wound, you cleaned and re-wrapped it.

Karl arrived back later than usual, you waited in the living room for him.

He came into the room, his eyes filled with pain.

"I'm so sorry."

"It is not your fault. The thing wandered where it shouldn't have."

"Exactly, so, I prepared a new place for you, it is still rough around the edges but..."

"Will I get a window?"

"Yes, and a balcony. I'm done hiding you down here, it is far too dangerous."

"But what if Miranda finds out?"

"I bet my ass, she already knows." Karl made his way over to where you were sitting on the couch and knelt down, holding your hand in his. "I always fared something would happen down here with you, you will be a lot safer upstairs." he said and you nodded, you leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Okay, when will I move?"

"Hopefully tomorrow. I have them working on the rooms for you, then you can add your touch to it." you smiled at him.

"Thank you, but you got to stop blaming yourself, Karl."

"How can I ever make it up to you?" his fingers gently ran along the edge of your badage.

"I have a couple ideas. You can start with your fingers, then your mouth and last-"

"You are naughty." he smirked.

"Just the way you like it." you put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him up to kiss you.

Karl was definitely thankful for you and your forgiveness. He was so mad with himself all day, he killed every single one of his machines in revenge.

He shouldn't have, but the thought of losing you became overbearing. It was all too much for him.

And he will make sure that no one ever will get to you. Not Miranda and not the entire world, for you were his hidden flower in a garden of madness and pain.

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[the-bar-sinister]

Karl Heisenberg calls you ‘kiddo’ and smushes his hat down onto your head with a big grin on his face.

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𝐒𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡

Karl Heisenberg x F!Reader

bonus chapter in the “Crucible of Desire” universe, but this can be read as a standalone

wordcount: 4.1k words

summary: After a villager covered in mysterious pollen comes to you to patch up his wounds, a weird feeling begins to swell in your body. Good thing the Lord watching you is more than happy to help.

warnings: smut, sex pollen, pwp, possessiveness, established relationship

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Today is painfully mundane. In the past, you’d label the day as normal, but with the sudden excitement you’ve got yourself wrapped up in you couldn’t help but sigh as you looked out the window. A pensive act when nothing substantial was knocking around in your brain. Well, that’s not completely true. The image of a certain quick-tongued silver-haired Lord was plaguing your thoughts. Quick-tongued described more than just his wit. The memory of that tongue pleasurably lashing your most intimate parts makes you shiver.

Damn him for making your libido positively insatiable. Shaking your head, you move to your medicine-laden counter to busy yourself with the mindless task of making salves and cures. You’ve done this so many times you could practically do it in your sleep. Maybe Elena could come over and-

A loud boom sounds as the door to your home almost splinters with how hard it is slammed open. Startled you see Luiza’s husband carrying Sebastian in his arms. Snapping out of your previous stupor, you quickly come to your wits.

“Lay him on the table quickly.” Vasile sets the injured man on your makeshift examination table without any preamble. Sebastion gurgles out a groan, clearly in a very groggy state. Mud and blood are caked all over the man’s body, as well as a dusting of a yellow powder you don’t recognize.

“What the hell happened?”

Your eyes search Vasile’s, but they seem just as confused as yours. “Wish I knew. I was visiting the altar when I saw him stumble out of the gates that head southeast. Took him here as fast as I could.”

Realization dawns on you after only a second. That’s the path to Lady Donna Beneviento’s home. Despite being more than curious about the foliage that grows in those parts you had common sense. You’ve heard countless stories of men and women alike wandering inside and descending into madness. It’s said the plants in that area emit pollen that clings to the senses and messes with the mind and body of the person who inhales it. The very few who have survived the powerful hallucinations claimed to have experienced what they desired and seen what was most important to them.

Blanching you observe the yellow pollen covering Sebastian’s clothes. That’s the last thing you wanted to confirm firsthand. “I need help undressing him.” When Vasile simply blinks at you like a child being confronted by one of the black goats you snap your fingers, “Quickly!”

-

After what must have been an hour you managed to throw Sebastian’s contaminated outer clothes in a cloth sack and treat the light scratches littering his body. A thin sheen of sweat has accumulated on your skin even though you usually don’t get this winded after such minimal activity. You’ve traversed the woods for longer without as much as a sigh for Lord’s sake.

Vasile grunts as he picks up the younger man again. “I’ll take him back to the house. Is he going to stay in good health?”

“I think you found him just in time. I’ll take care of his clothes; just make sure Sebastian drinks this once he wakes up.” You present a glass vile filled with a dark antibiotic liquid before dropping it into Vasile’s coat pocket. “Since he’s knocked out that must mean he’s already gotten through the worst of it.”

The older man nods, “Thank you. I’ll have Luiza come after sunrise to drop off the lei.” When he reaches the door that’s still open, he pauses and looks back at you. “May you have a blessed night.”

Following him to the entrance you give Vasile a thin-lipped smile, “May you have a blessed night as well, sir.” You rest your head against the cold wooden door after you’re finally able to close it. Despite the raging winter outside your body feels unbearably warm.

“You’re just tired,” you try to convince yourself aloud, “Clean everything off, get some rest, and by the morning you’ll be fine.”

When you walk toward the wooden examination table, a sudden dizzy spell makes you fall against it. A tacky waxiness coats your hands when you grab at the surface. You curse when you look down at the substance. The yellow pollen is, has been, all over you, soaking into your skin and probably already making its way through your bloodstream.

In a mild panic, you rush to turn on the lone shower head in the corner of the room. It was used for emergency purposes only, but now seemed a more appropriate time than ever. Frigid water spills over you as you scratch at your skin and rub at the clothes still encasing your body. Despite your efforts, you only seemed to be getting a more intense prickling sensation all across your body; only further igniting the flaming heat that was also plaguing you.

You turn off the water and stumble toward the kitchen countertop. Your fingers bite into the wood as you look over every possible cure laid in front of you to alleviate your feverish state, only to come up with nothing.

“Shit!”

The outburst suddenly gives way to a whimper when the warm throbbing inside you travels lower. To your horror, wetness follows the newfound ache in your groin. An aliment with symptoms including overwhelming warmth, dizziness, wetness, and a sudden desire was not anything you were aware of. When another wave of warmth hits your pussy, you would have crumpled to the floor if not for your grip on the counter.

What was going on?

“Hallucinogenic plants are one hell of a drug, aren’t they?” Your nerves are so shot you don’t even flinch at the husky voice that comes from behind you. The haze circling your brain makes you wonder if the voice was even real. That is all but disproved when a heavyweight settles on your hip at the same time something hard presses against your back.

“Fuck doll… you’re on fire.” The words are mumbled into your ear, the whisp of air coming from it making you shiver. A cloud of smoke wafts from the mouth stationed by your ear and fills your senses. Almost out of nowhere you’re acutely aware of Heisenberg.

He smells of copper and a natural musk that doesn’t deter your senses but draws you in. It’s all accented by a foreign spice that comes from his favorite Cuban cigars. Heisenberg screams of something primal and dangerous, yet oddly comforting. He makes your blood sing and your stomach knot. Unlike the light butterfly sensation that he’s given you in the past, this was far more intense and carnal to the point it almost scares you.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

The sound that comes out of your mouth is barely recognizable as your own. Your voice is as thick as molasses, but also as sweet. So much so that you can not only hear, but feel the satisfied rumble coming from Heisenberg’s chest.

“I think you know, my little healer. The pollen has taken hold of you…” His sentence cuts off as he kisses your temple, the hand on your hip squeezing reflexively. You lean into his touch with a moan when he starts to trail down your neck. “… not enough to harm that pretty brain of yours, but enough to expose your desire.”

Heisenberg’s hand moves slightly down to play with the band of your skirt, “Do you desire me? Do you desire my cock?”

Your body instinctively responds, all the nerves under your skin practically screaming for Heisenberg. The thoughts you had earlier today have come back with a vengeance. By now you’re dripping with not only sweat and the cold water from the shower, but slick. You can’t control the reactions you’re having, but since when have you been able to when it comes to this man?

“Heisenberg, please…”

In an act of mercy, Heisenberg slips his hand under your panties. Thick fingers slide through your soaked folds and when he bumps against your throbbing clit you can’t help but let out a choked whine. Immediately he shushes you while continuing to stroke you slowly.

“Don’t strain yourself telling me, doll. Your pussy says all I need to know.” Without any additional torment, Heisenberg sinks a single finger inside of you. With your joint sigh, you don’t know who’s getting more pleasure from this. You’re warm, slippery wet, and the inner walls of your pussy are even more plush than usual, practically swallowing his digit.

“I need-“ Once again Heisenberg knows what your body wants without needing another word. When a second finger joins the first an obscene squelching noise makes your face burn hotter than before. The leather encompassing his fingers makes them double their usual thickness and only adds to the depth of your depravity.

Heisenberg’s fingers curl as they move at a steady pace, overwhelming with pleasure, but still not giving you enough. Your voice quickly disappears and dissolves into needy whines.

“Quit your whining, little healer. I’ve got you.” Heisenberg coos his words as he brings his other hand down to rub your clit. The pleasure it pulls from you is immediate. It never ceases to amaze you how deft each little movement he makes is. The tips of his finger stroke your g-spot as the pad of his other fingers drags your clit with just enough friction to make you forget how to breathe.

Despite how wound up you are it is shocking how quickly you reach your climax. You hold the countertop in a death grip as you come around Heisenberg’s fingers. He helps you ride through your high, slowing down his movements until your body finally relaxes. The velvet walls of your pussy flutter around him so deliciously that all he can think about is what it will feel like when he’s actually inside you. Surprisingly enough, you already are too.

Although you just came, it’s not enough. The lust-fueled fever taking over your body doesn’t even remotely dim. When Heisenberg pulls his hands away, you whip around only to be left stunned. The sight of him sucking the taste of you off his fingers sends your already impossibly increased libido into overdrive. You don’t just want more of him, no, you need more. Your legs shake as you step forward until your bodies are only inches apart. Bold hands meet the large bulge straining the front of Heisenberg’s pants.

He’s had yet to experience the pleasure of your plush lips wrapping around his cock. Even though he wants nothing more, Heisenberg is not a complete bastard and tries to stop you from unbuckling his pants.

“Are you sure you want this? Once we start, I won’t be able to hold back.”

You continue to tug at his belt, determined to feel what your body craves. All you want every waking moment of every day is Heisenberg. For once in your life, you have something to look forward to, something to work toward. He could tear you to shreds and you would thank him for it. Not that you would ever say that in so many words.

“She makes you want things that you truly desire right? You’re what I want.”

You fall to your knees rather ungracefully before fumbling with his belt once again. Adrenaline and searing arousal that scorches to the point of pain makes you less coordinated than usual. After another minute of failing to take off the treacherous accessory, large hands push yours aside to take its place.

When Heisenberg pushes his pants down to the middle of his thigh, cock springing free to bob under the weight of its large size, you make no haste in taking him. Right when you encircle the shaft of his cock, Heisenberg’s leather glad index finger tips your chin up so you can meet his gaze.

“What happened to never kneeling for anyone?”

“You’re not just anyone.”

You could have sworn that you saw his eyes flash yellow for a second. If you tried to ask him about it though he would say the hallucinogenic was messing with your brain. In reality, he was quickly losing the war in his head battling between control and ripping you apart.

Worst of all, you mean it. To your chagrin, Heisenberg isn’t remotely like all the others you’ve grown up around. He’s sarcastic, bullheaded, and short-tempered, but the personification of a rainbow after a devastating storm. He can be callous and cold, but by the end, he turns into something sweet that you’re elated to behold.

Thankfully, the boiling pot of arousal you’re sitting in is keeping your sensitive emotions at bay. Carnality now, sensibility later.

Heisenberg braces himself on the examination table as you give a tentative kiss to the head of his cock. The way you kiss him with such tenderness despite your feverish state makes the man groan and already tighten his grip on the wood. If only you knew how you were the one tearing him apart.

Encouraged by his reaction you take the tip in your mouth. Your tongue instinctively swirls around the leaking slit, savoring the salty and heady flavor of his arousal. Heisenberg’s cock is already rock hard and pulsing for relief. If you didn’t know better you would think the pollen was affecting him too.

With slight trepidation, you take more of his cock. Your lips stretch thin around his thickness causing a hint of pain. A factor that only works to spur him on more. Heisenberg begins to stroke the remaining area of his cock left untouched by your lips.

“Good fucking girl…” One of his large hands comes to rest at the back of your head, not to force but to guide your movements. You reflexively swallow around his cock when he hits the back of your throat. The large intrusion in your mouth makes you gag, but Heisenberg groans in approval, “… you take my cock so well.”

Curses push past clenched teeth as you suck harder. You close your eyes to savor the feeling of being completely at his mercy. Heisenberg seems to override the pollen controlling your body and all you could feel, smell, and taste was him. The amalgamation of sensations was almost overwhelming. Each strangled moan around him only thins Heisenberg’s control more. The constricting of your wet, warm throat almost makes him become undone.

You gasp when Heisenberg pulls you back by your hair. A string of saliva connects your swollen lips and the tip of his cock until he smears the mix of your spit and his precum on your mouth. “I want to be in your sweet pussy when I cum.” You shiver as he helps you to your feet, his canines glinting at you like he wants to eat you alive.

“Take your clothes off now if you don’t want them torn apart.” Wanting to obey and to free yourself from the extra warmth you don’t hesitate in throwing off your skirt, top, and undergarments.

At the same time, the Lord pulls off the endless layers of clothes and accessories adorning his body in record time. They clattered to the floor with such force that something might have broken, but with how Heisenberg is stalking toward you, he didn’t give a single care in the world for anything but you right now.

“B-bed.” You manage to gasp once you’re undressed, the small coherent part of you wanting to be taken somewhere more proper for once.

“Your wish is my command.” Heisenberg teases before lifting you by your hips. He carries the brunt of your weight as your limbs loosely wrap around him like a monkey on a tree. He grunts when you squirm making your wetness coat his cock.

“Careful now. Keep testing my patience and I’ll fuck you standing right here.”

To emphasize his point, he thrusts his hips so his cock slides between the sensitive folds of your pussy. The sensation makes you bury your face in his neck and whimper. Heisenberg chuckles at your reactions to him. Who would have thought that Donna Beneviento would ever end up doing him a favor?

When Heisenberg gently lays you on your cold sheets you moan at the small moment of relief on your hot skin. You don’t even question how he knew where your room was, let alone how he knew to come and see you.

The pollen made your vision slightly blur, causing a haze of confusion to meddle your brain. It feels as though you are dreaming, but instead of your reoccurring nightmare, it’s all that you’ve ever fantasized about. Especially when his eyes held a softness that had to be from a trick of the light.

Fantasy merges with reality until you don’t feel real, like every atom in your body is breaking apart and flying away, but when his lips touch yours it’s like life is breathed back into you. Heisenberg is metal and sulfur and something so tangible with an underlying whimsy. He’s whimsical in the way he growls at you like a wolf but worships you like a princess.

As if he can hear your thoughts, the bed dips as he pulls away from your lips so his wide shoulders can part your pliant legs. Green eyes swirling with flecks of gold pierce you, practically challenging you to look away, “I’m going to take real good care of you sweetheart.”

Heisenberg’s scruff scratches you deviously as he kisses down your thigh. He whispers salacious compliments across your skin between each teasing peck. When he reaches where you want him the most you moan in anticipation. Hot breath fans across your wet core, “Beautiful.”

Heisenberg wastes no time as he licks up your pussy before latching onto your clit. Your hands desperately grip the sheets on the bed. As much as you want to throw your head back, you are hypnotized by the man between your legs.

Each swirl and stroke of his tongue makes you gasp for breath. Just when you think the pleasure couldn’t bring you more rapture a thick finger slides into your quivering entrance.

Heisenberg groans against you, “You are so tight and needy for me.” Like a starved man, he licks and sucks you with a new ferocity. A second finger joins the first and they curl inside of you in a way that makes you forget your name. Sensations blend until all you feel is pure bliss.

“I’m so close! I can’t-“ Your hands relinquish their grip on the sheets only to thread through silver strands of hair. The overwhelming sensation of reaching your peak makes you want to push him away, but your hands pull him closer.

Heisenberg’s pace only quickens. “Don’t hold back. Let me feel you come.” He pleads as though the act of you coming undone was more pleasurable for him. After a few more deep thrusts of his fingers, you cry out his name in pure rapture. Each wave of release is stronger than the last. You try to slam your thighs shut, but two large hands keep you at Heisenberg’s mercy.

His tongue continues to assault your sensitive nerves until overstimulation makes you quiver and beg. With one final kiss to your core, he towers over you on the bed. Your pussy clenches around nothing as the emptiness starts to feel unbearable.

“I need you, Heisenberg.” Grabbing your face, he rubs his thumbs across your cheek.

“You want me inside that tight pussy?”

You were a little too eager to nod your head. “More than anything.” A possessive growl leaves Heisenberg. When he captures your lips again, you can taste yourself on his tongue. He’s primal in his need to feel you with unwavering loyalty.

Hands caress your body like its fine silk. Pulling away from your lips Heisenberg maneuvers your legs around his hips. You can’t help but squirm under his intense gaze. The feeling of his cock sliding against the wet slit of your pussy makes you grab at his knees. You felt like you would explode if he wasn’t inside you for even one more second.

“Please fuck me.” Heisenberg pins you in place by your hips. He slowly lets the head of his cock enter you. Leaning down he swallows the whine that leaves your throat. Heisenberg’s lips are rough and unrelenting. It was like he could heal all your hurt through one kiss.

“All of this for me?” His voice comes out even lower; the huskiness that is usually there sounds more feral and dominating. It felt like you were going to have a heart attack with how much his comments were affecting you. Heisenberg’s hands crawl up your waist, “So fucking perfect.”

At the same time as his words, he thrust into you, pushing his cock fully inside you. You both moan at the sensation of being connected. The usual stretch of his cock doesn’t discomfort you but soothes your ache.

Immediately he begins to thrust into you deep and fast. High-pitched moans are all you can muster. “You’re mine. All fucking mine.” His words come out through clenched teeth. Even though his mind is scrambling while thrusting into your pussy he has to make his point.

Fingers dig into your soft skin. “I want to hear you say it.” You almost can’t hear him when his cock pushes against your g-spot.

“W-What?”

One of his hands moves to rest loosely on the base of your throat. “Say that you’re mine, doll. Come on.”

Heat creeps across your face as you try to steady your thoughts. “I-I’m yours.” Heisenberg’s fingers press into your throat slightly.

“You can do better than that.”

“The only thing I want is you! I’m yours!” Your words come out through heavy pants. The pollen, the thrust of his cock, his possessiveness, it’s all too much.

Satisfied with your words he brings his thumb down to circle your clit. The added stimulation makes you cry out Heisenberg’s name. Leaning down he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, fucking you faster at the same time. His praises continue to make your skin tingle. The feeling of being wanted so fully turns you on to no end.

“Now was that so hard?” Spots start to spread across your vision as you near your third orgasm.

Heisenberg can feel how close you are when your pussy wraps around him like a vice. “Come on little healer, I know you want to come just as much as I do.” Sweat-slick bodies rut together as you work toward each other’s climax. The heat you’ve been struggling with pools in your core to give way to a sudden rush of release.

You wrap your arms around Heisenberg, digging your nails into his shoulders at the sheer force of your orgasm. His hips stutter when he finds his own release. Strings of curses and low groans fan across your ear when he makes one final thrust, filling you. Heisenberg continues to pump inside of you despite the overstimulation. He pulls out only when you begin to feebly push at his shoulders. You are the closest thing to heaven to him, divine in all aspects of the word. You’re truly too perfect and kindhearted to be with a corrupted, mutated man like him.

With a huff, Heisenberg lays down next to you on the bed. You immediately attach yourself to his side. Reaching up you kiss the throbbing pulse point on his neck. This was an intimate moment for you both, one that showcased more than just two lovers helping each other through their lust. It’s always more when it comes to him.

A wave of exhaustion has you sinking your front into Heisenberg’s chest. The steady beat of his heart almost instantly lulls you to sleep. You barely comprehend a hand pushing the wet strands of hair from your sweaty forehead.

You can only imagine how much of a mess you looked. On the other hand, Heisenberg would have this image of you seared into his brain for the rest of his Miranda-forsaken life. His little healer, sated and blissful all because of him stirs an uncomfortable feeling in his chest.

The feeling only intensifies when you yawn against him. “Don’t leave.” You mumble sleepily, wrapping your arm around his waist, “I sleep better with you.” His hairy chest acts as a pillow as you continue to nuzzle into him. Heisenberg always feels so real, so right.

The moment your heavy eyelids fall shut, a deep voice whispers your name, “So do I.”

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[thefanficmonster]

Hello! I wish you a good day and wonderful mood! Could i request some romantic headcanons for Lord Heisenberg and his beloved? Thank you!

Of course, dear! Sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy the headcanons none the less 💕

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader (Gender Neutral) [Resident Evil Village]

Warnings: None :)

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Karl didn’t know he was a romantic until you came along

Of course, before you, he hadn’t had a single person with whom he’d felt such strong feelings

Never had he ever met someone who’d work their way into his heart the way you did

And when that happened, he was originally afraid you’d freeze to death there, seeing how cold his heart was 

How cold he kept it to keep himself unharmed

But you started warming it up, bringing him to the realization that it might not be so bad to feel 

To love and be loved unconditionally

And said love is shown one way or another, regardless of whether the carrier of it wants to or not

Now that is how you and Karl simultaneously learned the existence of his romantic side 

First off: he’s a gentleman

He’d offer you his hand to help you up some of the more narrow climbs or over hurdles in the road if you were walking with him

When you’d waltz in the factory, he’d attempt to lessen the noise to make sure it wouldn’t bother you

And, as an addition to that, he’d be quick to hit the autopilot button so he can pay you his full attention

Count on this man respecting quality time to an impressive degree

He loves you and loves spending long, never-enough hours with you whereas work can wait

Still, when duty calls, he’s apologetic and honest and sometimes even invites you to watch over the work process if he’s working on something that doesn’t involve the gore that can be found in his line of work

He’s a touch starved man, a hand on the shoulder is enough to have his mind go blank and cheeks to redden

But he’d be damned if he didn’t do his best to feign confidence

One of the most elaborate examples is also one of the sweetest moments you remember in your relationship thus far

When the two of you slow danced with no music, just to the beat of the machinery clinking and clonking away around you

And the beat of your synchronized hearts

It goes without saying that this man is a protector

He’s got a watchful eye on you constantly to keep you safe and prevent you from finding yourself in any sort of danger 

And you soon learned that it also applies for when you both try to get some shuteye 

The touch-starvation makes him an avid cuddler to the point where if his arms aren’t already wrapped around you when he goes to sleep, he’d engulf you in his embrace while in a deep slumber

Speaking of, he always has you in such a gentle hold, yet one meant to protect you from any potential harm that might be dwelling in the shadowy corners

Because there’s no way in hell he’s allowing anything malicious near you

He always makes sure you know how important you are to him and how much he loves you

With his words, actions, subconscious gestures etc.

Cause Karl Heisenberg is simply a big teddy bear, ok?

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[therewasatale]

My lord (Part 1)

On Ao3.

Part 1 - overworked again

Summary: Lord Heisenberg had no idea what treasure he had found when he came across you near the village. You were running away from a bunch of lycans, you were smart, but foolishly you left your home after sunset.

Part 2

You cleaned up the last stain from the metal table. The light around the room were reflected on the surface of the operating table. No one could tell that a lifeless body laid there a few hours ago.

The strong smell of chlorine suppressed the odour of everything else. The shape of the body and the crimson liquid pooling under it was only a faint memory in your mind.

The poor, unfortunate soul had already become unstable on the way towards the factory. Although the Cadou endowed him with minimal brain function, his body collapsed during the operation and the parasite died with it.

You wiped your hands on a clean cloth as you glanced over to the clock. It was almost two in the morning.

Behind you, Heisenberg was still murmuring under his breath. The room was filled with the click of bolts and gears. Sometimes a painful creek could be heard when some parts indicated that something was not entirely aligned.

You’ve seen it many times before, but you were still impressed by his ability, and Heisenberg himself. A faint blush spread under your eyes.

As he leaned over a desk, his hair tied up, a few strands of stray hair still hung over his face,

You could clearly see the scars that running through his face. Your gaze lingered on the one on his lips, which he gently bit into, thinking.

He flicked his fingers, and from the pile of the metal parts in front of him, a screw came to life and danced into place. Heisenberg screwed it in slowly with a screwdriver in his hand.

Even you yourself didn’t know the limits of his power, but over the years you’ve speculated that precise control and alignment of tiny metal parts required much more concentration than throwing around larger sheets of metal.

You also saw what it can do if you get angry. You felt it on your own skin what it’s like when Heisenberg doesn’t pay enough attention where the splinters of the metal pieces he throws around might end up. Even a simple spoon near him could become a dangerous weapon.

"Shit!"

Heisenbeg's painful yell snapped you out from your thoughts.

The screwdriver fell out of his grip as he grabbed his right hand. "Fuck-, fuck, god damn-"

"What happened?" You were next to him almost immediately.

"My hand. Cramps." He clenched his right wrist with his left hand and took deep breaths between his teeth. "Fucking-"

"Let me see it." Stepping in front of him you reached out to his arm.

Maybe he wanted to object, but as he looked into your eyes he nodded slowly. You could almost see the muscles tensing in his palms. "All right, it's going to ease soon." Pulling his hand closer to you, you began to gently massage it starting from the middle of his palm towards his fingers, then back again.

"Shit." Heisenberg grimaced at the feel of your hand. He was still holding his arm with his left hand, but he didn't pull away. Not even when he felt his hand tighten up again for a moment. "I don't even know why is it cramping...fuck."

You knew why, it only took one glance at the three full mugs on the table next to him, but you didn't say anything. This wasn't the first time he overworked himself, and not the last time he hasn't listened to you. Not because he didn’t want to, but simply because he got so immersed in his work that he completely shut the outside world out.

The cramp slowly eased under your fingers, and little by little Heisenberg managed to open his palm. Although his grumbling had stayed. His eyes wandered slowly between your fingers and your face. He watched for a few moments as a red blush spread faintly under your eyes.

Still you concentrated on relieving the pain in his hand.

Lord Heisenberg had no idea what treasure he had found when he came across you near the village. You were running away from a bunch of lycans, you were smart, but foolishly you left your home after sunset.

As it turned out, you had some knowledge in herbs and medicinal plants, and your understanding of anatomy was also promising. You still had a lot to learn, but Heisenberg saw the potential in you. In exchange for your life, you had to serve the lord, and as a simple human, you didn’t really have the option to protest.

"How does it feel?" You asked, slowly releasing his hand and watched him close and open his palm. You could still see his hand trembling a little, but the cramp was definitely looser.

"It's fine. I can go back to work."

"Hm," reaching out again, you gently grabbed his arm and ran your fingers all the way from his fingers to his wrists. His skin was rough and cracked, and just like on his face, you could see small scars here and there, the origins of which you may never learn.

"I'm fine." He couldn't hide the fatigue in his voice.

"I know." You ran your fingers along his forearm, his skin trembled for a second under your touch. For some reason, the feeling of pain reached him more than usually. "Let me help a bit." You draw tiny circles on his arm as you began to massage him moving up on his arm. His body tensed from time to time, and sometimes you could hear him suppressing a pleasant sigh.

Heisenberg closed his eyes and let the feeling take over him for a few moments. The soft tingling ran up to his shoulders, and he could sometimes feel it in the back of his neck too.

It was one of those days.

The last time it was this bad was about three years ago. His whole inside throbbed with pain, his scars flared up, and sometimes he could barely move his fingers from the cold creeping into them. However, what never left him was the constant tightness that spread from his chest.

It had been three years since he had pushed beyond the boundaries of his strength. Now, with the expansion of the factory and the creation of the Grinder Shaft, he began to completely exhaust his power reserves. And the Cadou in his body, once again, reminded him very clearly that his strength come from it, from that repulsive parasite.

As if he could have forgot at any time.

In his nightmares, he revisited the evening when the creature was implanted in him by her. Mother. Oh how much hatred he could spit towards the being who forced this fate on him. This damned, repulsive fate.

Something throbbed, three inches below his heart, and he felt bile in his mouth.

"Heisenberg?" You took a glass of water from the table and handed it to him. "You're pale as a ghost. Can I help you?"

He looked into your eyes. Even now, he could still be surprised that you were genuinely worried about him.

It would have been a lie to say he completely hated what he had become. After all, he was given a power he had never dared of dreaming about. He was the most dangerous lord of all, and he was able to build virtually anything. And he will use this strength to destroy its creator.

"I'm fine. Just tired." He took the metal cup with his left hand and after a small sip he downed the water almost immediately. He hadn't even noticed how thirsty he was.

"You need to rest, at least for a few hours," you raised your hand before he could speak. "At least until your body realizes you finally drank some water and your hands stop cramping."

"I need to work."

"I know." You gently caressed his fingers. "But your body needs some rest."

He looked at yours with his gray eyes, you wanted to look away for a second but instead you let him see into you. You wanted him to trust you to see that you didn’t want anything bad for him. But still you could feel the heat flare up on your face as his gaze softened.

"Just a few hours." He pulled his hand away and began walking out. He stopped in the doorway turning back. "Before you go to sleep, I'd like some tea." Then he left.

You, however, had other ideas.

#resident evil #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagines #copper

[fandom-imagines]

Chapter One

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

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It was cold, as to be expected in a snowy village, yet Y/N couldn’t help but sigh, watching her breath fly in front of her. The village itself was quiet, no sign of life anywhere. Perhaps it was the cold winter air, or maybe something more sinister. Y/N didn’t care, no, this was the last lead on her sister that she had, and she certainly wasn’t going to waste time contemplating why there were no people around; it didn’t matter, not to her, and with her eyes darting everywhere, she pushed forward.

The village itself seemed quite rundown, at least more so than the other places she had been. It was only small and seemed incredibly cramped. Too lost in her observations, Y/N almost missed the voice speaking to her.

“And who might you be?” The man asked with a kind smile as he sat inside he carriage.

Spinning on her heels, Y/N pointed her gun towards the stranger who simply raised his hands in surrender.

“No need for the hostility. I’m the Duke, merchant here in this village.” He introduced himself, yet Y/N didn’t let her guard down.

“I’m Y/N,” was her simple response, gun still pointed towards him, yet he simply laughed, a joyous sound.

“Ah, at long last,” he said. “The woman searching for her sister, I’ve been wondering when you’d show up here.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she held the gun closer towards the Duke. “Where is she!?”

“Calm down, Y/N, there is no need for unnecessary violence, I am here to help. Anything you need, items or information, I will be here to help.”

Y/N lowered her gun at the genuine tone he had, although she didn’t put it away just yet. “Where is she?”

“Why, she will be with one of the Lords, of course. Now, I don’t know too much about what happened to her, nobody does, but I can assure you she will be with one of them.”

“The Lords? Who are they?”

As the Duke began his explanation about the Lords, Y/N took the time to look around the village, mainly the castle which wasn’t too far from where she was currently; maybe she should start there, she thought.

“Thank you, Duke, you’ve been very helpful.” She smiled, not quite a full small, but the Duke was happy nonetheless.

“I will you the best of luck in your search for Abigail, Y/N.”

She simply nodded.

*

Surrounded by hairy and bloodthirsty creatures that Y/N didn’t know the name of, she shot each of them down expertly, not missing a single bullet. It wasn’t long until the monsters were dead, Y/N letting out a sigh of relief, but that wasn’t the only being around her.

“Well, well, that’s quite a show you just put on.”

The woman spun around, gun pointed towards the smoking man who was, oddly enough wearing sunglasses.

“Well that ain’t very nice now, is it?” He smirked. “Names Heisenberg, and don’t worry about introducing yourself, I know exactly who you are.”

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[queendeeshorrorimagines]

October 9th: Toys

Karl Heisenberg x reader

Fem! reader

Warnings: slight bondage (reader being tied up via wires), Heisenberg's hand crafted sex toys,

You knew that Lord Heisenberg was up to no good when he's told you he has something for you to try out. Maybe it was the not so subtle smug smirk he gave right after or the fact that the both of yours sex lives has been dwindling since Karl started heavily investing in killing Mother Miranda.

Karl suddenly carried you after you agreed to seeing what your lover has in store for you. He enters your shared bedroom with you in his arms before he tosses you onto your shared bed. Wires moved around towards your wrists, tieing your hands onto the bed frame. Although you've been with Lord Heisenberg for a decent amount of time, you still couldn't fully get used to how powerful his ability was.

His eyes looked at your vulnerable position, like a hunter watching their prey. Your heart felt as if it was pounding out of your chest as he moves a bit closer to you with a wolfish grin.

"I've noticed that I've haven't been paying you much attention since my plans of ending that bitch.. so as an apology, I decided to help you release your sexual tensions."

Digging his hands into his coat pocket, he takes out what looks to be a dildo. It didn't look like anything you've seen in the videos you've seen before. It was moving on its own in Karl's hand. He slowly moves his free hand towards your panty covered crotch, slightly hovering over the warm dampen material.

"May i?"

He asked before you nodded desperately, curious to see what all his new "invention" could do. He stayed still with a smug smirk, wanting you to say it instead of your nod.

"Please Karl"

You spoke breathlessly as he yanked your underwear off of you. He slowly moves the metal toy up and down your slit, collecting your arousal.

The feeling of the cold metal against your arousal sends shivers throughout your body as you lightly tugged against the wires around your wrists in response to the stimulation. You suddenly feel the toy enter you on its own, slowly thrusting as you moaned out, tilting your head back onto the thin pillows.

"I see you're enjoying my gift. Ready for the second part?"

He looks down at you in amusement before grabbing a slightly smaller, but longer version of the toy thats fucking you currently. It slowly moves around, the front side of the toy sucked onto your clit as the other end slowly enters your puckered anus.

You were in a haze as all you could do is be fucked by your lover's inventions. Your eyes fluttered shut before he speaks up.

"This will get you all prepared for me once I come back"

He teases before he leaves the room. Before you could respond, the toys moved faster- distracting you from your thoughts.

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[lovelywingsart]

Karl Heisenberg, the little boy who went to sleep one night with a loving family and woke up to years of pain and torture, finding someone who he cared about more than life itself years later;

Only to have that hope and love torn away from him so viciously before dying, himself.

The one time he felt he was allowed to be himself, letting his own younger self take control every now and again to heal, only for it to be crushed to dust before his eyes within mere seconds before being murdered so brutally like his love before him with no hope of salvation.

Those few minutes without her must have been excruciating.

It's no wonder he chose to fight...

It's like he knew death would have been close to the only freedom and chance of true love he could get.

#cross posted from twitter #if i have to suffer so do you #i dont always cross post but when i do its A N G S T #karl heisenberg x oc #heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg imagines

[emmy-lou-badoo]

Masterlist

updated: August 26th, 2022

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On List (In Order): Supernatural / Marvel / Resident Evil / Top Gun / Stranger Things / DSMP / 

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** = Not Finished (but will someday)

(S) = smut

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Supernatural

The Nephilim and The Cambion // Jack x Winchester Character (Gabby)

The Little Angel // Dean x Angel (Ariel) **

Marvel

Wrapped Up Tight // Bucky x Reader (Gender Neutral reader)

Nightress // Zemo x Barnes Character (Becca) Coming Soon

Web Slinger // Peter Parker x Best Friend (Becca) **

(I didn’t know I liked the name Becca so much...oh well) 

Resident Evil

Sancta Stella // Karl Heisenberg x Stella (oc) ** (S)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / 

Top Gun (Coming Soon)

Lose Me Forever // Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Mitchell!OC (Sophie)

Bumblebee // Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x oc (Annabelle) 

Stranger Things (Coming Soon)

Heavenly Corrupt // Eddie Munson x Religious OC (Daphne) (S)

Babysitter’s Club // Steve Harrington x Henderson OC (Dana)

DSMP 

At Last // c!Foolish x reader (gender neutral, y/n) (Tangled Inspired) 

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[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

attempt to return to normalcy

#ethan winters #karl heisenberg #wintersberg #resident evil #resident evil fanart #rebhfun #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #seriously speaking i cant imagine ethan surviving re8 and then getting another IT job 😭 #bro got moved to europe and lived there in paranoia for 3 years before his paranoia got proved RIGHT #ethan can be a stay at home dad and go to therapy 😭 #i also think if ethan survived re8 he would be a bit of a helicopter parent #i think he would be so terrified to leave rose #he carries the baby monitor with him everywhere :(

[mementomarygold]

if we're going with the theory that heisenberg is the one who put out and marked the ammo boxes with the yellow paint (we are) based on the fact that said paint is the same paint used for the signs heisenberg put up to taunt ethan

exhibit a: crate

exhibit b: the 'this way papa' sign

Then we can ALSO assume that he is the little bastard rodent who hid all of the shit in the fancy pots around the castle when alcina wasn't looking

#pls imagine him just scurrying around like a weird hobo squirrel #gotta protec the husband #re8 #resident evil #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #ethan winters #wintersberg #heisenwinters

[heisenberg-simp257]

I saw the Requests open so, yeahhhhh

The 4 lords (separate) with a crush!reader who's, yes have a crush on

Who's really, really, really, oblivious, like a lot, that they can't even take one small Hint,

And the 4 lords (separate) Finally confessed, The confession took 4 hours to understand the reader.

Thank you for reading!

I think I understand! Hope you enjoy! 💖 Sorry if it's wrong anywhere!

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The Four Lords with an Oblivious Crush!Reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

-When it comes to having a crush on someone, Alcina is usually very patient. She's not one to get giddy or overly excited, but she does feel a sense of pleasantness when around her crush. That being said, it's very hard for said person to realize her fondness because she is very subtle about it.

-Especially when that someone is as oblivious as you are.

-You don't recognize anything as flirtatious, which upsets her because Alcina always believes that her subtle hints were brilliantly thought out, and then you don't even see it. She tends to sulk a bit afterwards, and you have to pry her on why. Which sucks because Alcina gives up on telling you the exact reason.

-Her daughters try to help in any way they can because their mother has ranted about your oblivious behavior to them, but even those three can't get through to you. They won't tell you about Alcina's feelings out of respect, but they sure as hell give hints.

-One day she can't take it anymore and prepares some wine to tell you about how she feels. Knowing Alcina, it was very dramatic and a lot of words were used. But still, to anyone else, it would have been very straightforward. Except for you, who kept thinking she was talking about friendship.

-It only took four grueling hours for you to get what she was talking about.

-You confessed that you never realized what she was trying to get across and apologized profusely for it. She was a bit strained during this whole exchange but was relieved that it was over and you returned her feelings for you. Now you'll recognize all her gestures were coming from love.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna is extremely shy when it comes to having a crush on someone and it all stems back to her insecurities. She never feels like she's good enough for someone to love, but Donna is trying to push herself to express her feelings to that person she likes. But she is very very subtle about it, which doesn't help anyone.

-Especially you, who can never recognize a hint.

-And it's not always your fault because Donna isn't even the best at giving hints. Everything she does would be considered friendly, even by a person who isn't as oblivious as you. She would make you things, fix things for you, and make you all this tea. You interpret it a lot differently than how she's trying to display it as. Every time after, she would go to her room and just stare out the window.

-Angie is way more upfront about the whole situation, but the funny part is that she never brings up Donna's feelings. The doll just gets angry at you for "not getting it", which you don't understand in the slightest. Donna has to come and apologize with a red and flustered face.

-It takes Donna literal months before she realizes that this isn't going to work and she needs to just make the first move, which honestly scares her even more. She just wants to do it fast like ripping off a band-aid. It would be just Donna's luck that she would have to explain herself over and over again because you didn't understand what she was trying to say (due to her mumbling and your obliviousness).

-Four hours later and she's an emotional puddle on the floor.

-You were embarrassed for her and yourself as well for not noticing her advances (which weren't too much to be honest). Now you both were being kind of awkward as you tried to explain your own feelings for her. Each time she does something for you now, you pay extra close attention to it because you want her to know you understand now.

Salvatore Moreau

-Moreau is a big bundle of love when it comes to having a crush on somebody. Not only that, but he gets a crush quite easily. All it takes is a smile or a laugh before his attention is just on you. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's not one to give up when it comes to giving signs. Moreau is oddly patient which is good because it's going to take him a while to get the message across.

-You were a very oblivious person when it came to things like this.

-However, sometimes Moreau doesn't even realize that you didn't understand what his little gestures meant. He's so excited to give you more affection that he didn't know it went over your head. In your eyes, he was just being really nice to you since adjusting to life in this area had been hard. You didn't even realize that his affections go much farther than that.

-Eventually though, Moreau recognizes that his gestures aren't doing anything. He isn't stupid no matter what Heisenberg says. He starts to realize that he's going to have to take another approach. Unlike the other lords, he doesn't get nervous or embarrassed when it comes to things like this.

-It was easy for him to sit with you and explain his growing feelings outright. Moreau was direct and concise, probably adding more words than needed, but he was just that kind of guy. He thought was easily getting the point across and that it was going to end well. Moreau didn't expect you to be as dense as you are, no offense.

-It took him a whopping four hours for you to realize his crush.

-At this point, he was beyond exhausted yet relieved that you finally knew. You felt a little embarrassed that he had to explain all this just for you to understand how he feels. With that in mind, you were a little flustered as well. But you were grateful. Now, things can have a more special meaning.

Karl Heisenberg

-If Moreau is a ball of love, then Heisenberg is a vacant field of isolation. He's never had a "crush" on anyone or he might just crush himself. To him, love is a weakness that needs to be eradicated. And perhaps that view of thinking stems from the fact that he didn't know or understand any form of real love. But when he gets a crush on you, he's in for a ride.

-Because you are the densest and most oblivious person he knows, and it kills him.

-Heisenberg didn't know how to give hints about how he feels towards you because he's never experienced this before. To be honest, your obliviousness was most likely also due to his inexperience. Still, it gets him frustrated that his little acts of kindness go unnoticed because that's just how Heisenberg is when it comes to things not going his way.

-The more this goes on, the more Heisenberg fears that he will have to speak up about it otherwise it was going to drive him nuts. He can't handle his emotions very well, so sometimes his aggression is directed from his inability to handle how he feels about you. He'll also self-isolate which also gives you the wrong impression. But it's the sit down with him that's kind of scary for you.

-Because of the obliviousness, he has to sit with you face to face in order to get the message across. Not only that, but you have no clue what he's about to discuss with you because you never recognized the signs he was giving. Frankly, it was because he also didn't hand out many signs. Heisenberg was stubborn, stuttering, and overall nervous as he told you how he felt. Which also didn't work in his favor.

-This led to four hours of him having to repeat and explain himself.

-He thought his face was going to melt from how hot it was. Congratulations, you have finally broken Lord Heisenberg's walls and turned him into a puddle of mush. He sincerely hopes you return the feelings for him otherwise he will just combust and probably smush himself under a piece of scrap metal. You were probably just as flushed as he was about the realization, promising to be better about it from now on. Give him a hug and he will explode.

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[the-bar-sinister]

You and Karl Heisenberg are sitting together, legs dangling off a slab of metal that he insists on calling a bench. He puts his arm around you, the rough fabric of his coat brushing your neck. He takes a short, easy puff off the cigar in his mouth, and passes it to you for one.

#😼🔪 #cw smoking #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg headcanon #karl heisenberg imagines #karl heisenberg x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #x reader #self ship

[greatlydelirious]

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐈 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

Karl Heisenberg x GN!Reader

wordcount: 1.4k words

warnings: a bunch of angst, mentions of death, fluff

a/n: inspired by the song “Gilded Lily” by Cults

Exhaustion clings to you like a nagging parasite; slowly sucking all the energy from its host with an unquenchable hunger.

Days blended into nights blended into weeks until time wasn’t a concept anymore. The bed you once shared with your estranged lover stays wrinkle-free and covered in a thin layer of dust. “Sleep” isn’t a practice you partake in. You get to rest when your body decides you had enough and you pass out in a chair or on painful occasions, the metal floor. Each time you wake up disoriented in the same spot, the ache in your chest grows.

The factory you live in is tucked far away from the village you use to reside in. It feels like those memories faded away with each second that ticked by. Maybe it was from the lack of nutrients and rest that your mind has become so unreliable. Not just your mind, but everything else. You were gaunt, pale, and your eyes had dark bags that felt heavy with each blink.

Did Heisenberg not notice it or not care? With how long you’ve felt this way it must be both. There was a time when he reminded you to eat and insisted that you take a break. He even would stop what he was doing to check on you just for a quick chat or kiss. Was all the work worth it if you didn’t survive long enough to see it come to fruition?

You don’t know how long you stood there staring at the collage of photos. Faces of people you never met and names you only heard spoken in vain accented with strategically placed strings covered the wall. It was a visual reminder of what you were working against, what was apparently important enough to deteriorate for.

A sudden rush of emotions comes so fast you begin to shake. The more you stare the more you want to scream. Why did Heisenberg have to be so hellbent on revenge that you faded into the background? He swore you were special, a part of his heart that was more important than anything he ever encountered in life.

Bullshit. Actions spoke louder than words and actions told you that you were just another pawn. Free labor that was expendable. Rage comes to the forefront as every bottled-up emotion breaks you apart. Screaming you tear at the source of your anguish. Paper rips and thumbtacks go flying as you grab blindly at the stupid collage.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” You repeat the words over and over. The venom lacing each one wasn’t focused on a single subject. Deep in your heart, you hate yourself more than anything else. You hate yourself for coming here, for falling in love, for being complacent in your misery and ultimate demise.

You cry out when something yanks you from the wall with brutal force. Fingers dig painfully into your shoulder as your whipped around like a weightless rag doll. After seeing nothing but a blur you’re confronted with furious green eyes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Heisenberg spats while shaking you with such strength it feels like your brain rattles around. No pet name, no careful caress, you feel like a stranger in your own home. Words fail you as you soak in the intensity in his eyes. The man staring back at you is one you’ve never seen before.

Maybe you were a stranger after all.

“Have you lost your mind?” When you continue to stay silent, Heisenberg roughly shakes you again.

“Tell me!”

“Haven’t I given enough?” The question plaguing you finally slips out.

Months’ worth of unshed tears break through the corners of your dimmed eyes. Only two minuscule sparks of hope shimmered in their depths. Ones that used to be lively and bright. Ones that made the man holding you fall in love in the first place.

“I’ve sacrificed my life for you! I pledged devotion to your cause and spent every millisecond of my miserable time working on that damned army you want and how do you repay me?” Wetness coats your face as you clench your teeth to hold back the sobs threatening to capture your words.

“You repay me by acting like I don’t exist. When we’re in the same room it’s like I’m a fucking piece of furniture! What happened to us?” Clouded by overwhelming grief interlaced with the seething anger of betrayal you begin to pound on Heisenberg’s chest to get him away. You might as well be a bird in a cage. No matter how much you pecked, chirped, and scratched, the metal surrounding you would never let you escape.

“You don’t even look at me anymore! I’m falling apart and it’s like you don’t even care. Has my novelty worn off? Haven’t I given you enough?” Painful sobs win the war raging inside you as they finally rake your being. Now that you finally pushed out the words that have been desperate to be heard, you felt cold from emptiness.

Strong arms hold you tight against an impossibly warm chest as you lay in bed. Although you were breathless and drowsy from the wonderful things Heisenberg did to your body you try to stay awake to bask in every moment with him. A kiss is placed on your temple before your lover buries his face in your neck. “Stay with me and I will take good care of you sweetheart. I will make sure you get the life you deserve.”

The memory haunts you instead of comforting you like it used to. Now it only sounded like pillow talk that gave way to broken promises. When did your relationship become as dead as the corpses you forced yourself to aid in revitalizing? Heisenberg promised you a life where you both roamed free; out from the crushing boot of another, yet now you felt like you were under his rather than the beings trapping you here.

The feeling of large hands encompassing either side of your head that makes you close your eyes. Maybe he would grant you mercy by crushing your skull instead of adding you to the collection of mangled bodies that roamed the endless halls of the factory. Letting out a breath you resign yourself to death’s fate.

When warm lips smash against your own, your eyes fly open. The familiar taste of Cuban cigars invades your senses as does the smell of musk and metal that was uniquely Heisenberg. Home. Despite your broken heart and inner turmoil, he feels like home. He feels like quiet mornings, rainy afternoons, soft snowfall, and long nights; all the things you adored and craved to experience again and again.

With dizzying quickness, you’re relinquished of his strong hold. The sudden change in demeanor once again leaves you speechless. Heisenberg’s kiss conveyed the million little things you thought your relationship lost long ago. His breaths come out in ragged succession as he simply stares at you.

Why hasn’t he said anything yet? You want Heisenberg to yell at you, belittle you, go on a monologued rant, something, anything.

Crippling pain hits you before he can utter a word. Your hands dart to clutch your heart to reflexively soothe the hurt. The violent influx of emotions and the months of your health rapidly declining have finally caught up to you. When your name is frantically called out, it sounds like you’re underwater.

Before you know it, the room starts to spin and your body tips sideways. Heisenberg’s obsession to save you has inadvertently killed you slowly. Taking you bit by bit until it was almost too late to sew the pieces back together. Almost.

Instead of slamming against cold metal, you feel warmth all around you. You’re swept into Heisenberg’s arms before you can even protest. Air whooshes across your skin as each stride moves faster than the last. You didn’t know where he was taking you and for once, you didn’t care.

Something about the mixture of his kiss, his embrace, and your fragile condition makes your eyes drift closed. A strange feeling tingles across every inch of your body as the wild thumping in your chest starts to diminish.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump.

Thump.

Then nothing.

Do you fight the darkness clawing at you in the hope of a better tomorrow, or do you let it consume you to run away from the pain?

The questions are yet another you’ll never be able to have the answer to when your limp body is carefully placed on an old examination table surrounded by medical equipment and, more importantly, the key factor of your fate; a twitching organism in the shape of a fetus lying patiently in a jar.

A kiss reminiscent of a love you once shared is placed on your temple, “Come back to me sweetheart. Do that and you’ll have given enough.”

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

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[thefanficmonster]

Hello! I hope your morning/day/evening/night is going well. It's not a secret that after a long time of working hard we just need to stop and take a load off. And sometimes alcohol is one of the best options to relieve tension in our body and relax our mind. Could you please write some wine-soaked headcanons for drunken Lord Heisenberg who gets clingy and flirty more than usual and begins embarassing and teasing his shy and sensitive beloved? Thanks a lot!

Hello darling! I'm so sorry for the wait on these headcanons but here they finally are and I hope they make your patience worth it! Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader (Gender Neutral) [Resident Evil Village]

Warnings: Minor SPOILERS for Resident Evil Village, Drinking/Drunkenness, Flirting

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Humor

Despite how work-oriented and busy Karl is, he's very likely to come up with the most outlandish or downright cheap excuse to crack open a bottle as long as he's doing it with you

You sorta had that attribute bestowed upon you by proximity as well because, although a light drinker yourself, you're always happy to spend some quality time with your lover and pull him away from his work in order for him to catch a break

It can be as simple as a headway in his crafting and machinery, a new idea he's come up with, the finishing of one he's been working on for a while etc.

Or, from your end, it can be finishing a chapter of the piece you're working on or completing an art project you've been putting a ton of time and effort into

Either way, it doesn't take a lot for you and Karl to bring out the big part guns which is basically the two of you finding yourself in an atmospherically lit room in the factory with some decent food, soft music and a bottle or two of your favorite alcoholic beverage - wine

You're a participant in the 21+ fun but knowing your limits, you don't venture past the third glass to avoid becoming a giggly, flushed mess, therefore allowing Karl more freedom with his own drinking due to how his mutations have strengthened his tolerance

But that hasn't made him 100% immune, of course, meaning you still, every now and then, get a front-row-center seat at the show that is drunken Heisenberg and all the affection, playfulness, teasing and flirting that comes with it

Sober you is timid enough and the wine surprisingly and unfortunately doesn't make you much bolder

If anything, you're far more blush-prone with an ounce or two of alcohol running through your veins

That being said, prepare to have the cheesiest pick-up lines thrown your way as well as the most endearing, loving and risque compliments thrown your way, often causing you to hide your face in the palms of your hands

But Karl would not allow that

"No, no. None of that." He'd whisper teasingly, gently pulling your hands away from your face just to sprinkle kisses all over your heated cheeks

And dear, once he's got his hands and lips on you, prepare to stay in his embrace for the rest of the night and till morning come

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[therewasatale]

What Is Important (part 2)

Part 2: family

On Ao3.

(Part 1)  (Part 3)

Heisenberg drummed slowly on the handle of his hammer, his legs crossed, his shoulder sank. This meeting was boring as fuck and it will be until the end of it, as far as he could tell. Well for once in their lives Mother Miranda showed up late, but none of them asked the reason of it. It was better not knowing what she was doing when she was alone.

When she arrived it was the same song and dance. Ceremony and resurrection. A child who has tremendous power from birth.

Heisenberg lit his cigar and watched as the smoke mixed in the air with a bored expression. They already had enough power. He glanced at Miranda from behind the cover of his glasses, well not enough to kill her, but enough to do some damage.

"My daughters will handle the man-thing. The lycans are only useless pawns after all." Lady Dimitrescu took a puff out of her cigarette.

"Yeah-yeah, because your flies are fuckin better and harder to kill." Heisenberg waved. "If one never uses cold air, or a swatter."

"My daughters are better than you, or any of your worthless toys!" Dimitrescu sent him a cold glare, but soon it changed into an icy smile. "But they would love to play with, (Y/N). When will they visit us again?"

"You leave them out of this." Heisenberg's voice became deeper. He was fine with bickering with a giant trash like her, but she won't drag you into this mess. "They have nothing to do with this."

"Perhaps, but in that case they're just useless, aren't they?"

"Not as useless as you, and your cockroaches!"

Angie chuckled and clapped her hands as she whirled in the air. Her white skirt slowly swirled at her movements. "They're doing it agaaaain!"

Lady Dimitrescu took another deep breath from the end of her cigarette. "Maybe we should gift your assistant with some flies."

Heisenberg was on his feet, the hammer already vibrating between his fingers. "I'd tear those bugs apart first, you giant bitch."

"Oh, I would love to see you try, you weak wretch." Lady Dimitrescu also rose from her chair. "You are just holding (Y/N) close, to play with them. To have a mortal that you can have some with, don't you? Wonder why didn't you give a Cadou to them, since humans can be really fragile. It is a surprise you haven't break them."

"Don't you say another word about (Y/N)."

Lady Dimitrescu's laughter echoed. "Oh, how lovely, you are acting like a child, as always. Look at you, being protective over your little pet."

A piece of metal flew off the hammer and shot out, cutting across the lady's chin. The wound healed immediately, but a drop of blood still fell on his snow-white chest.

"They will finally fight!" Angie's high-pitched excited voice filled the tense silence.

Dimitrescu slowly wiped the drop of blood with one finger and then gingerly raised it to her lips, and tasted it, not taking her eyes off Heisenberg.

"You shouldn't have done that." Claws sprang out from the end of her hand as she readied her arms for a slash towards him. In contrast, the hammer was already audibly resonating, and the metals objects around them were slowly beginning to rise into the air.

The ground began trembling around them.

"That's enough! Both of you!" Black branches broke out from the ground separating them. "This is not the reason why I called you here. To be at each other's throat."

Mother Miranda's voice resonated inside their bodies, as if she was speaking thorough the Cadou in them.

Both Lady Dimitrescu and Lord Heisenberg took a step back. The crackling tension between then dissipated somewhat.

"My apology, mother." Dimitrescu took another deep breath from her cigarette, the sharp blade of her fingertips retracted.

"Yeah...trash." Heisenberg was about to sit down as he felt Miranda's gaze on himself. His body tensed, but he still bowed towards her, trying to look as respectful as he could.

The woman did not turn away from him. "You're being more and more rash, Heisenberg. You should know that family comes first, in front of everyone and everything. I gave you family, and powers. You should know better."

"Yes, mother. I'm sorry." He tried to suppress the disgust in his voice.

Mother Miranda's wings trembled behind her, the black branches twitching around then one by one. Behind her mask, he could see her watchful and sharp gaze. "And yet you keep a mortal by your side."

"Well, they can be useful; make me food, clean some of the places. I can do them on my own, but it’s helpful if they're just there." He didn't like where this was going.

"But their capabilities are abysmal. Alcina is right about that. Why don't you use Cadout on them?"

"I ..." this got him off guard. Why would he do that? You were perfect the way you were.

The thought almost hit him.

It was a realization he had avoided so far. He had thought you had a place next to him until now, but now he realized he couldn’t stand to losing you. He needed to get out from here. Come up with something, and get out.

He took the hammer in his hand and leaned against it. He tried to hide his expression behind his glasses, but he felt Miranda watching his every movement. He felt as if he was betraying himself with every breath. His heart hammered in his chest.

They all were waiting for an answer.

"No...I didn't see any point, mother. There are still enough creatures I can experiment with and, (Y/N), is helpful as a human."

Her lips twitched and she closed her eyes to sigh. The black roots around Heisenberg's feet pulsed and, he had to force himself not to take a step back.

"Then maybe I should."

"What?" Coldness sank in his chest. "What do you mean?”

Branches burst behind her, twisting and curling, until they opened up to reveal your weak body. Both your legs and wrists have been bound by the swirling mass of roots. Holding you in place.

"(Y/N) ..." Heisenberg's heart skipped a beat. "Mother Miranda, what-"

The world cleared before your eyes. You didn’t know how long you had been unconscious, but as you looked around and your gaze found the lords and Mother Miranda, your heart started beating nervously. Adrenaline flooded your body, but the tendrils restricting you didn't move. "Lord Heisenberg?" Your voice was hoarse.

"This is going to be interesting." Angie chuckled, inching closer, taking care to step out of the way of Heisenberg's hammer.

"They can be so much better." Miranda walked over to you, her wings moving gracefully behind her. Reaching out she took something out of from the black mess.

Your attention was focused on something slowly pulsated in the palm of her hand. Red and pink like fresh meat cut from under the skin.

It bore the shape of an immature embryo. Its pulsating motion was like that of a heartbeat. This creature should not have been allowed to survive. It almost seemed like it was longing for a body.

You’ve already had the opportunity to see a Cadou in a photo and locked in a bottle at the factory. This one though, it somehow seemed a lot more alive. As if it felt the fact that it was about to be placed in a body.

"No, please no-, Heisen-" a black branch wrapped around your mouth, silencing you. You were instinctively struggled, trying to pull your legs or arms out of the black prison. You knew exactly what she wanted to do to you.

"Shush, you don't have a word in this." She sounded like as if she just talked to a child.

"No, please don't!" Heisenberg took a step towards. His hammer was vibrating, ready to attack, but he was stopped by blade-like fingers appearing near his neck.

"Don't do anything stupid." Dimitrescu hissed.

In any other time, Heisenberg would have moved to finish her. He would tear the Cadou out of her chest and stabbed it to death with everything he got. He would watch her bleeding and then dying, and he would enjoy it.

Right now, however, he felt he could kill his sibling with a flash of his eyes. But hearing your muffled scream he turned his eyes towards you.

He wanted to help, he wanted to stop this and kill everyone who tried to hurt you. But he couldn't. He was too weak, useless. Helpless, just like the day he got the parasite.

Shaking again, you tried to free at least one of your hands, you didn't even care about the pain just struggled as hard as you can.

You would rather die as a human, then live as some kind of experiment for Miranda.

"Why don't you want me to gift her?" Miranda glanced over her shoulder.

The thoughts chased each other in Heisenberg's mind. His grip whitened on the handle of his hammer. "They won't make it...most of them don't make it. They will ..." but he couldn't finish the sentence.

Tears welled up in your eyes, the grotesque malformed creature was almost stretching towards you. Heisenberg was right. You may not survive if they put this in you. The Cadou's body contracted and then relaxed.

No. You would tear it out with your own hands.

"You have so little faith in them. If they are strong enough, they can become something much more powerful and beautiful."

Heisenberg felt the bitter taste of nausea in his mouth. He knew this was not true. That thing makes monsters and freaks. And every one of them deserve to die. But you did not deserve to become one. You shouldn't be in this fucked up mess in the first place. You didn't deserve this.

"Please, I'm begging you..." He couldn't let this happen to you too.

Miranda's hand twitched and stepped away from you. "Maybe you're really are too attached to this mortal!" There was bitter jealousy in her voice. "You're not even this loyal to your own creator! As your mother I can do anything with you or with any of your toys! I let you take them in, but I can take them away with ease if it needs to be!"

Branches twisted around your neck and raised you into the air. You choked as you tried to support yourself with your legs or pull yourself up with your hands, it was futile.

"Stop it!"

"You ungrateful child! I gave you this body! I gave you a new life!"

The grip tightened on your throat. Your heart hammered inside your ears, heat flooded your face.

"Please, don't hurt them!" His legs trembled, before he fell to his knees. "Punish me, not them. If you think I'm not loyal to you then hurt me! They're just a human, but a human I can use. I've reborn because of your gift, mother, but sometimes I need a human's perspective. Please, just… "

In the silence the only thing could be heard was your struggling.

"I want you to understand, Karl." Her voice was soft, but those icy eyes showed her real feelings. "I'm only doing this to make sure you're aware who's your family now, and who you belong to. I gave you this life, and I don't want you to waste any of it. Don't make me to take it back. It would break my heart. "

Heisenberg could barely contain his trembling. He heard Miranda's words, but his mind was filled with the sounds of your weaker and weaker struggling.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes…yes... mother." His voice trembled. "But let them go... please. I'm begging you!" Lowering his head, he hid his face from everyone.

"As you wish. As a mother, I have to do what's best for you, but remember, I know what's on your mind. Always."

The black branch twisted off you. Your legs weren’t able to hold you.

You fell to all fours gasping for air, your lungs whistled and your throat croaked as you tried to get as much air into your body as possible. Tears welled up from the corners of your eyes and a small drop of saliva ran down your lips.

"I'm here." Karl appeared in front of you almost from nothing. Kneeling down, he hugged you close enough for you to hold on to his dress and to hide from the others. "I'm here..." He whispered.

The room was filled with the sound of your strenuous cough and panting.

Mother Miranda waited for a few more moments, then turned to the other three lords.

"And that's true for all of you, too." Her pitch-black wings slid back into her body, making her look like an ordinary fragile woman again. "Go now. The time for the ceremony is coming soon."

Through a dull fog, you could hear the footsteps getting more distant. It was mixed with Heisenberg's dark muttering and the sound of blood pumping in your own ears.

"(Y/N)?" The man gently cupped your face with his hands.

"I'm... I'm fine. My head just..." You rubbed your face into your arm to dry off the tears. You took a few deep breaths to make sure you were still alive.

"Can you walk?"

You glanced up at him, but he turned his eyes away from you. "Yeah. Slowly."

"Slowly." He hugged your waist and helped you stand up and holding you for a second when your leg gave up for a moment.

He glanced at your bruised throat.

"I'm...sorry."

"There's no reason for you to apologize." He swallowed his anger, pushing it down much of it as he could. He used what left of it, to help you to get home.

His heart was still beating just as fierce even as you two were walking among the trees, leaving the meeting place behind.

The moon shone brilliantly, its silvery rays illuminated your way home.

"She just...appeared...from nowhere." You finally felt able to speak. You clung to Heisenberg's coat gripping it with your fingers. "She just..."

"Don't talk, we have a long way to go."

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