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Heisenberg x Reader: The Villager Part Two

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Part one.

  You gaze back at your sleeping father one last time before pulling the door closed behind you. He'd been taken care of by your neighbour while you were gone in the morning, much to your relief. You'd been tugging at your hair nervously as she bid her goodbye, hoping she wouldn't see the large, red marks on your neck.

 The sun has set an hour ago, yet the sky is still painted vaguely red. You close the door to your house behind you, feeling doubt twist in your chest as you leave your father behind in the night. The early night air sends a shiver down your spine as you hurry down the dirt paths. Some torches are lit around the houses, but most lay silent in rest.

  You pause at the gate, looking around you warily to catch a glimpse of the child from earlier, but she seems to have stayed at home. The old metal of the gate creaks loudly as you push it open. You pull the cloak you'd brought with you tighter around your shoulders, your steps lost as the wind picks up along the narrow bridge.

  Like last time, the heavy metal doors of the factory open as you get close. This time, Heisenberg is leaning against the wall, lit cigar hanging limply from his lips. He perks up visibly as you enter the factory.

  ''If I didn't know any better I'd say you were happy to see me.''

  He looks you up and down and smirks. ''Who wouldn't be?''

  You feel your cheeks heat up at his comment, the steel doors closing behind you. The soft humming of machines vibrates through your chest as you follow Heisenberg down to his living space. The cold of the night gets replaced by steam and metal.

  ''How's daddy doin'?'' Heisenberg asks, pinning one of his inventions to the wall with a flick of his wrist, allowing you to pass by safely.

  ''He's doing okay. Asleep, I hope,'' you feel shivers running up your spine as his hand lightly touches your lower back, guiding you along the narrow pass.

  ''He'll be fine, doll. Don't spend all night worrying or you might as well head back.''

  You bite the inside of his cheek indignantly at his blunt remark, but realize he's right. Your father rarely woke up in the middle of the night.

  You enter his living quarters first, and to your surprise it looked considerably cleaner than it usually did. An old radio in the corner of the room softly plays rock songs, distorted as the signal struggles to pierce layers and layers of metal and stone.

  You drape your cloak over the back of a metal chair, releasing your hair from the braid it had been in to cover the side of your neck. Heisenberg lets himself fall on the couch, pulling out a new cigar and lighting it swiftly. You take your seat next to him, sinking into the warmth of his body.

  His hand moves your hair out of your neck, tracing lightly over the marks he'd left. ''You've made it quite obvious,'' you say, trying to ignore the urge to move your hair back.

  His eyes find yours. ''They give you any trouble about it?''

  You shake your head. They hadn't. Not more than before, anyway. ''I guess this just confirmed their suspicions.''

  Heisenberg smiles. ''Good. They can know I'm fucking you for all I care. You want a drink?''

  You can't help but feel taken aback at how nonchalantly he handled the situation. You give him a half-assed nod as he gets up and pours the two of you a drink.

 ''If they do,'' he says, handing you your drink, ''tell me their names.''

   Heat pools in your lower stomach at the intensity of his voice at the words, a complete turnaround from his casual demeanor a second before. He downs his drink in one go before even sitting down, his hand snaking around the inside of your thigh as he sits.

   Your brain gets clouded as he starts talking to you about a malfunction he'd fixed today, his hand holding a firm grip on your thigh as he speaks. The fabric of your dress has hitched up a bit when you sat down, revealing part of your legs. You notice a smirk forming on his lips as you involuntary press your legs together at his touch.

  His story finishes, and he takes a long drag from his cigar, eyes trained on your lips. Your breath hitches as his hand trails further up your thigh, exposing more skin.

 ''You're getting desperate, aren't you Princess?'' his low voice sounds. You only manage to produce a soft whimper before his lips crash into yours. His hand travels from your thigh to your hips, pulling you on top of him without breaking the kiss.

  You shudder lightly at his touch, his hands reaching underneath your skirt, feeling every inch of you. Your hips involuntarily start grinding down on him, earning a groan as he bites your lower lip. Your moan gets muffled by the kiss when his tongue meets yours, slow at first, but steadily increasing in pace.

  The lace holding your dress together is undone much quicker than last time, making the fabric fall loosely along your shoulders. Heisenberg breaks the kiss, his eyes falling on your exposed collarbone as his hands rest on your hips.

  ''You're gonna be the death of me,'' he says lowly.

  You let out a squeal as his hands wrap around your legs, lifting you up from the couch as he stands. Your exposed back presses against the warm metal of the wall adjacent to the couch. Your core burns as he presses up against you, holding you up.

  His head dips down to your neck, but his touch is significantly less rough on the sore, red marks. Your hands lose themselves in his hair as his lips move to your collarbones. Your mind void of any coherent thoughts, you let yourself get lost in him.

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  No sunlight hits the small living space Heisenberg inhabits. You wake up with a start, looking around the dark room frantically as you struggle to recognize your surroundings. A large warm hand wraps around your arm softly, pulling you back into the warmth of the covers.

  You give into him, relishing the warmth of his body. He hasn't opened his eyes yet, and you were taken aback by the serenity that surrounded him as he slept. Your fingers gently brush a few stray hairs over his face, lightly tracing the scars across his cheek.

  Then, your stomach sinks, as you remember you should be heading home now. Thoughts of your father being alone sting in your chest, causing you to get up from the bed quicker than Heisenberg anticipated. He sits up slowly, watching through half-closed eyes as you scramble around the bedroom.

  ''So this is how it's always gonna be,'' he asks, making you stop dead in your tracks.

  ''What do you mean?'' you ask.

  ''I get you for only a moment, then it's rushing back down to the people who despise you?''

  You lock your jaw. His childish take on the situation wasn't what you needed right now. ''You know why I can't stay. It's not about the people down in the village. I can't run off like a teenager and leave my father to fend for himself.''

  ''Can't that neighbor girl of yours head over?''

  You shoot him a look. ''No,'' you bite out, annoyed at his attempt to negotiate.

  ''Go then,'' he says through gritted teeth. ''Get out.''

  You fight the urge to talk back to him, gathering your stuff and heading for the door. You get halfway there before he speaks again. ''Don't think about returning, either.'' Your hand's grip on the door falters.

  ''I'll find another way to get what I need up here.''

  You don't spare him another glance as you throw the door open and storm out of the room, not bothering to close it behind you. The trek through the factory is a dangerous one, and you sigh in relief as you finally make it to the exit.

  Stepping out into the sunlight you realize that it's nearing noon. A newfound panic sets you in motion, sending you down the path leading to the gate. Apart from hoping he's okay, you find yourself in a childlike fear of getting scolded.

  The road back to your home is, to your luck, crowded with people. You'd forgotten all about the proof of you and Heisenberg's situation on your neck, instead focusing on getting through the dense streets as quickly as possible.

  Drowning out the insults and stares, you catch the eye of the Duke across the square. The look in his eyes is worrying, accusatory, even. Dread settles in your bones. Something had happened.

  The house looks eerily quiet as you burst through the gate. Not a thing is out of place, the whole site looking just as you'd left it the night before. The door creaks as you open it slowly, your hands shaking.

  But even on the inside, the house looks normal. The pots above the stove dangle ever so slightly as the wind breezes through the cracks of the wood. Your footsteps sound muffled on the floor, the planks shifting under your weight.

  You push open the door to your father's bedroom and your heart falls out of your body. He's there, sure enough, laying in his bed as if peacefully sleeping. You could tell, however, that he was dead.

  Your knees give out, but you manage to catch yourself on the edge of his wooden bed. Your mind feels numb. Realizations of all that had to be done try to enter your consciousness, but to no avail.

  You don't notice the body being moved before you, a couple townsfolk kindly offering to help, though shooting you dirty looks the entire time. They helped only because they liked your father.

  Your insides are turning at the feeling of guilt. Had you not spent the night at the factory, you would have been here with him as he passed. The thought of the factory sent a whole new stabbing pain through your heart as you remembered you weren't even welcome there anymore.

  The crowd outside falls silent, followed by heavy footsteps entering the house. Your blurred vision is centered upon your father's body being carried outside. Only when the men step through the doorframe, out of sight, do you manage to tear your eyes away to find Heisenberg standing in the room.

  Your mind struggles to catch up with your heart. You wanted nothing more than to find comfort in his arms, but you couldn't. Not anymore.

  "Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart," Heisenberg softly says, noticing your hesitation, before pulling you against him.

  In his arms, you fall to pieces. The grief washes over you like a tidal wave, relying only on Heisenberg's strong arms to keep you upright. His rough hands stroke your hair, the other wrapped tightly around your waist.

  You pull away from him slightly, sighing as he brushes the stray hairs from your face. It is then you notice the stares from the crowd through the open front door, making you feel uneasy. Heisenberg glances behind him, making most of them hurry away.

  He turns back to you and wipes a tear from your cheek. "Let's go home."

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Alcina: Mother Miranda, Someone keeps ruining my day every single morning.

Mother Miranda: Who?

Alcina: *Points at Heisenberg*

Mother Miranda: *Muttering* Ah shit here we go again.

Karl: Bitch, I haven’t even done anything wrong

Alcina: Your existence in this realm is already sufficient to ruin my day, child.

Karl: You know what?! Screw you and your rich word dictionary!

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Heisenberg headcanons

Celebrating his birthday

More fluff

-so there’s no mystery that Heisenberg never celebrated his birthday. To him the entire thing was a reminder that he’s a prisoner in the village. No one ever wished him happy birthday either. As a kid he did wish for a party, or at least a gift, something, anything. But those never came so he learned to not expect anything

-he never told you his birthday, you had to find it out on your own. You asked a couple of times but the only answer you got was “why does it matter? It’s just another day. Who cares?”. No matter how much you cared, he wouldn’t buy it. No one ever cared so why do you?

-once you figured out his birthday, time to get preparations done. With his insane overworking nature, keeping a party secret isn’t that difficult. He will work until you physically pull him away from it. Work for him is a coping mechanism, and it’s hard to let old habits die.

-preparing something he’d like wouldn’t be that hard either. He never received any gifts so he will be happy with anything you give him, especially if it’s something you made. Gifting him something you worked hard on would make him melt, and although he won’t admit, he would carry the gift everywhere.

-once you finished everything, you’d wait until midnight to go look for him. Of course he would be working, time is a made up concept and he lives by that. As you’d walk into the room with a freshly baked cake and singing happy birthday to him, he would turn around extremely confused. At first he wouldn’t know how to react

“What is this for?” he’d ask

“Your birthday dummy!”

-he would be, overwhelmed to put it lightly. He never expected this, but he would be so happy. He would smile a lot, but then, how did you know when it is.

“Well I did my research” you’d tell him

-he would be surprised, you actually took time out of your day to learn so much about him. You actually do care. He would definitely tear up, but would not let you know. He’d be so thankful for wearing glasses.

-“make a wish” you’d say

“I..I already have everything I need, for now” he’d chuckle

After that, you’d give him the present you made. You think he was overwhelmed up until now? Well you just wait. You could swear you heard him sniff. No one ever did something like this for him, this would be indeed the best birthday

-he’d thank you for everything and kiss your knuckles before pulling you into a hug. You are truly special to him

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Who the **** are you ?

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been rewatching a lot of Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural and I offer you: Donna and Heisenberg having a Shane and Ryan dynamic (Donna is Ryan, Heisenberg is Shane)

“i’ve connected the two dots”

“you didn’t connect shit”

“i’ve connected them”

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I was inspired by this post from @factoryheisenberg

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If this is okay could you maybe do a Karl Heisenberg fic/headcannon where the reader sleeps a lot because their depressed. Also they don’t eat a lot. It’s not a eating disorder persay they just can’t get out of bed to eat and it feels like too much effort to make something to eat. I used to sleep for 16 hours a day constantly because I just felt like shit and even getting up to make a bowl of cereal seemed like too much effort for my sad body. I’m doing a lot better now but sometimes I get like that again

"Kitten? You awake?" Karl asked softly, walking into your shared bedroom. It was 1pm, your bundled form still tucked under the covers. He sighed gently, walking over to the bed, nudging you awake.

You hummed, trying to pull the pillow over your head.

"Kitten, have you gotten out of bed at all today?" Karl asked, sitting on the bed.

"...No." You finally replied.

"One of those days, huh?" He thread his fingers through your hair, ruffling it.

You hummed in response.

"I get it. I really do. But can you at least get up and make yourself something to eat? I'd do it, but since you haven't left the bed yet today you should do it."

You stayed silent.

"After you eat, you can go back to bed and sleep, I promise. But you gotta eat, Kitten. It's not good for you to go so long without food and water. You don't have a Cadou compensating for your lack of nutrition and shit like I do." Karl turned you to face him. "Please, Kitten? For me? It doesn't have to be too big, like a bowl of cereal or something."

You sighed, thinking a moment. You loved the fact he cared about you like this. Some days it was difficult to get out of bed, but your lover would always be there to get you up and at least eating something twice a day. Especially after he'd found you passed out of the floor in the kitchen, having not eaten in two days. He wasn't letting that happen again.

"I'll even give you a back rub after~" He winked.

"Ok, ok." You relented, pulling yourself upright.

"Thank you Kitten." Karl kissed your forehead before standing and taking your hand.

I'm glad you're feeling better! I definitely have days like that too, so I know how hard they can be.

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I give a chance to all Heisenberg lovers to finally decide: hat on or hat off 🤠

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You feel mortified, but at least you made Lady Dimitrescu chuckle 😳 She escorts you back to your room, and she holds your hand too since you want it THAT bad 

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Heisenberg X Reader: The Villager Part One

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Warning: explicit language, group harassment, suggestive themes, swearing.

-->Part two.

 The summer air softly blows through the village as you make your way down to your home, your now empty basket clutched against your side. The factory was ways away from where you lived, making you spend most of your mornings cutting through the town's square.

 You hauled up there every other day, bringing food to the Lord overseeing your part of the village: Lord Heisenberg. It wasn't an easy job, which was why when you got appointed for it you couldn't help but feel resistant. You didn't have a choice, however, as it was the only way the Lords and Mother Miranda would keep supplying the medicine your elderly father desperately needed.

 The village is bustling with people as it is nearing noon. The Duke's small cart was crowded with people, meaning good business for the large man. You approach the cart, intending to grab some vegetables for dinner and your father's medicine for the week.

 The crowd notices you as you get close, whispering loudly and backing away. Confusion takes over you as no person dares to meet your eye while they all scatter, leaving you standing alone at the cart.

 ''Oh dear,'' the Duke says gently. ''It would seem you've got quite the reputation.''

 ''I don't understand,'' you say. ''What's going on?''

 But the Duke merely laughs heartily as he hands you the vegetables you needed, along with the medicine, doing nothing to ease your confusion. ''Not to worry. I'm sure it will blow over soon enough.''

 You exchange the Lei before being on your way again, this time noticing the strange stares you're getting as you descend down to your house.

 You sigh in relief as you see the gates of your garden enter your vision, but frown when you notice the gate has swung open softly. You could've sworn you closed the gate behind you tightly, as you always did.

 You push open the gate and close it tightly behind you, glancing around you warily for anything else left out of the ordinary. You turn around to walk up towards your house and drop your vegetables to the ground.

 Written in large, dripping letters is the word ''WHORE'' on your house's exterior. You pick up your dropped basket with shaky hands as fear grips your heart. As you rush into the house, you notice the front door left slightly ajar as well, spurring on your panic.

 ''Father!'' you call out through the space.

 You burst through the door of your father's room, your knees nearly giving in on you as you find him sitting peacefully by the window.

 ''What's the matter?'' your father's soft voice sounds.

 Your voice sounds thick with tears as you attempt to calm yourself down, sitting down on your father's bed. ''I found the writing on the house as I came home. I was terrified someone had come in and-''

 Your father smiles. ''They came in, early in the morning. I fought them off before they could take anything.''

 You feel a smile breaking through as you look at your father, stuck in his wheelchair. ''I bet you gave em hell.''

 His face turns serious. ''They had some interesting things to say about you.'' His speech gets interrupted by his own coughing, prompting you to quickly get up and retrieve his medicine for him.

 ''The Duke was mentioning so earlier. What are they saying?'' you ask, busying yourself with preparing his medicine.

 Your father stays quiet for a while, raising the tension in the room. ''They're not happy about you working for Lord Heisenberg.'' He looks at you apprehensively before continuing. ''They seem to be under the impression you are... uhm... sleeping with him.''

 You nearly drop the medicine from your hands. ''They- what?''

 Your father shrugs. ''Is it true?''

 You avoid his eyes. ''No, of course not. Where would they get that idea?''

 ''No idea, honey,'' he sighs in relief as he takes the medicine, soothing his aching lungs. ''When are you heading up there again?''

 ''Tomorrow. Lord Heisenberg needs extra supplies for a project he's working on.'' Guilt shoots through your chest as you lie to your father, but it couldn't be helped. After the scare today you didn't want to involve your father in your business with Heisenberg.

 ''Best stay in the house today, then,'' he says, leaning back in his chair as you finish tidying up the table.

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 You rose at dawn the next day. Your fingers shook slightly as they prepared the supplies you were to take up to the factory. Glancing behind you one last time, you make sure your father is sound asleep in his bed. The doors are locked up tight this time, no intruder would have an easy time invading your home again.

 You had asked your neigbour Sarah to tend to your dad in the morning, as you would be away for most of it. She accepted, though she seemed apprehensive. The paint that stained your front door was mostly scrubbed off, though some of it seeped through into the wood, leaving a darkened blotch.

 The early birds fill the silence as you hurry through the town's square. The sun was rising further, but not many villagers had left their homes just yet. Apart from a couple strange glances from people rummaging about in their front yard, you make it to the town's outskirts unscathed.

 You fumble with the large lock on the intricate gate seperating the lower village from the four territories of the Lords higher up in the village. Then, a shrill voice sounds behind you, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

 ''Where ya headin' to?'' You turn around to meet the eyes of a small girl. Her hair is slightly unkempt and her dress hangs crooked, indicating she only just sneaked out of bed.

 ''Up to the factory,'' you answer, trying your best to keep your tone friendly despite your growing anxiety.

 The girl cocks her head to the side. ''Are you that harlot my mommy told me about?''

 You drop the key you were holding to the ground. It takes a second before you find yourself able to reply to the child. ''No, you must be mistaken.''

 The key was quickly snatched from the grass as you hurried to enter the gate. Closing it behind you, you saw the girl grab onto the iron bars.

 ''Yes you are. No other girl from our town heads up to the factory at this hour. So, is it true what they're shouting at the square?'' You take a step back as the girl smiles, her face pressed between the bars of the gate.

 ''I must go,'' you avoid her question and turn around quickly. Her giggles follow you across the stone bridge before she gives up and returns home.

 You try and catch your breathing as you hurry up the hill towards the entrance of the factory. For a second you debate leaving the supplies at the door and heading straight back home, but it'd make no difference in the eyes of the villagers.

 The factory never stopped humming, no matter what time of day. Like its owner, it never slept, as even now at the crack of dawn large plumes of smoke erupted from the chimney. As you approach the factory's doors you take a deep breath of relief. The air seemed lighter up here, away from the judging stares of the villagers.

 The doors slide open as you get close, though the Lord himself is nowhere to be seen. You step inside the factory, shivering in your summer dress as the sunbeams get cut off by metal and steel.

 A large thud catches you off guard. You bite your lip to hide a smile as Heisenberg bursts through the door, slightly out of breath. ''Morning,'' he says through ragged breaths.

 You raise an eyebrow at him. ''Were you running?''

 He narrows his eyes at you before shooting a crooked smile. ''Of course not.'' He takes the basket from your hands, nodding approvingly before heading back down into the factory.

 The constant noise within the factory lulled you into deep thought. You were one of the few people down in the village who knew exactly what Heisenberg got up to within his large factory atop the cliff. He hadn't made you promise not to tell anyone about it, most likely relishing the fear your stories would instill on the people.

 However, you still hadn't told anyone. You didn't talk to the village people much, not about things that mattered anyway. Your neighbor Sarah was the closest you had to a friend, and even that stemmed from you asking her to keep an eye on your father while you left the house.

 This had been the case even before the rumor started circulating, you realized. It wasn't that you were so antisocial of a person, it was more that you had never clicked well within the village, even considering the fact you grew up there. With the way you were regarded right now, you doubted that would change anytime soon.

 Heisenberg pushes open the door to his small living space, letting you enter first. The place was relatively clean, mostly due to your own efforts. The man himself couldn't be bothered to lift a finger when it came to cleaning up.

 Heisenberg plops himself down on the worn down leather couch, resting his boots on the small metal coffee table in front of it. He eyes you up and down.

 ''What's the matter with you, sweetheart? You're damn quiet today.''

 You meet his eyes quickly, forcing a smile just a second too late. ''It's nothing.''

 He's not quite convinced, gazing at you suspiciously as you move to sit down next to him. ''Did your old man kick the bucket?''

 You whip your head around to face him. ''No,'' you reply shortly. ''That's insensitive.''

 He shrugs nonchalantly. ''Shoulda fuckin' told me what's wrong then.''

 You clench your jaw and look away from him, finding the torn leather next to your leg the most interesting in the room right now. He lets out a long, impatient sigh, and you can tell he's getting irritated.

 ''The people down in the village,'' you start, ''they...''

 ''They what?'' Heisenberg pushes, as you take a long pause.

 ''They know,'' you continue, looking up at him. ''About this. Us.''

 He frowns, pausing while taking a drag from his cigar. ''How would they know? Did you tell anyone?''

 You roll your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest. ''Of course I didn't.''

 ''Don't get smart with me,'' Heisenberg says, anger lacing through his voice. ''What's the problem anyway? So they know that we're fucking, now what?''

 You dig your fingernails in your palm to stop tears from forming in your eyes. Heisenberg sees, his gaze softening before pulling you against him. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, calming down slightly as you focus on his rough fingers tracing circles on your upper arm.

 You feel Heisenberg's muscles tense as you tell him about the writing on your house. His grip on his cigar tightening with each word, nearly snapping the thing in half. As you finish, you look up at him, seeing him stare off into space with a clenched jaw.

 ''You should stay here,'' he says after a tense silence. ''I don't want you being around these people any longer.''

 ''You know I can't,'' you reply softly. ''I can't leave him alone, and he wouldn't last a day down here.''

 Heisenberg grumbles under his breath, something that sounded an awful lot like 'let the son of a bitch die'. You push yourself up from his chest, feeling anger burn in your stomach. You were growing exasperated with his constant disregard for your father, as he himself had no close family left to care deeply about.

 Before you could open your mouth, he silences you. ''I'm kidding. Come here.''

 A part of you is still pissed at him, but you can't resist as his hand finds the back of your neck and pulls you closer. He brings his lips to yours, soft at first. Your own hand gets lost in his long hair as the kiss deepens. His free hand wraps around your waist, pulling you on top of him.

 Your hips are straddling him as his hands hitch up the skirt of your thin dress. You bite his lip softly, making him groan as his tongue meets yours. His hands travel further up your dress, only stopped by the bodice covering your torso.

 He breaks the kiss for a second, fumbling to untie the laced-up fabric. You giggle softly as he struggles a bit, helping him untie the string without tearing the dress completely. His hand holds you steady as he flips you over, hovering over you as the cold leather hits your exposed back.

 His lips move down to your neck, sucking and biting as he leaves his mark. His low voice sends shivers down your spine as he whispers in your ear. ''Let the whole village know what a good little slut you are.''

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 You awake with a start in Heisenberg's arms. You'd passed out on his chest after, tangled in the sheets of his bed. Glancing over to the other side of the bed, you found Heisenberg himself snoring deeply. You wondered for a second how long it'd been since he had slept.

 The stone floor feels cold underneath your bare feet as you step towards a dusty mirror hanging on the side of the wall. You pull your hair to the side, finding the large red marks the Lord had left behind on your neck and chest.

 ''Headin' out already?'' a sleeplaced voice mumbles.

 You turn back towards Heisenberg, smiling softly as he tries his best to open his eyes enough to look at you. ''You know I can't stay.''

 He pulls you back down with him as soon as you sit back on the bed, succesfully entrapping you in his arms. ''Stay the night,'' he whispers against your hair.

 You sigh. ''I have to check on my father.''

 ''Then come back after,'' he reasons, pressing kisses against your exposed shoulder.

 ''What, at night?'' you reply, turning around to face him.

 He props his head up with one hand, the other tracing circles around the marks on your neck. ''Yeah, why not? Put the old geezer to bed then come back up after nightfall.''

 You smack his hand lightly. ''Stop talking about my father like that.''

 A grin breaks through on his face. ''Sorry, doll.''

 You struggle to keep a smile off your own face as he leans down to kiss you again. Before he can deepen it, you pull away and dash towards the living room, where your clothes lay discarded on the floor.

 As you're pulling your dress over your head, Heisenberg appears in the doorway. He grabs a cigar from the dresser as he watches you get dressed. You catch a glimpse of his shirtless form and look away quickly, knowing you wouldn't get home anytime soon if you kept looking.

 ''So,'' Heisenberg says, ''I'll see you tonight?''

 You hold his gaze for a second before smiling. ''See you tonight.''

//

19-06-2021

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Heisenberg X Reader: The Experiment

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 The slight clicking noises of Heisenberg's tools fill the dark room you've been sitting in for what feels like days. Your arm lies motionless next to you, its metal gears spread out carefully on the table.

 ''Remove the sleeve,'' he orders. You comply without hesitation. His fingers work quickly where metal meets flesh, most of your shoulder had been taken over completely by his metal experiments.

 Experiment.

 That was the only name you listened to. You took pride in being his most succesful experiment to date. The cadou that kept your body together took to you surprisingly well, causing Heisenberg to hide you away from Mother Miranda.

 ''Move the hand.''

 The gears shift into place as you raise your arm and inspect your own hand. The joints feel oiled up and smooth, a large improvement to the rust that had been spreading before.

 ''Beautiful,'' Heisenberg mutters, his eye trained on the movement of your fingers, then meeting your own. ''My greatest creation.''

 His hand grabs your chin and forces your head to the side. The Cadou reaches the surface where the metal ends at the lower part of your neck, intertwining human and machine. Your hair falls down your face, but he catches it quickly, running his fingers through your hair as he regards you once more.

 ''We'll have to cut your hair again,'' he states, before releasing you and starting to put away his tools.

 ''Now that Miranda is busy with that baby, we might even be able to introduce you to her.''

 ''Why haven't you?'' your voice sounds rough as you speak.

 He looks up, a smile forming in the corner of his mouth. ''She would've taken you from me. Your affinity for the Cadou is... remarkable.''

 He puts the tools away and takes a long drag from his cigar, leaning on the counter opposite to the one you're seated on.

''I wanted to keep you all to myself,'' he smirks.

 Your heart skips a beat as he locks eyes with you. You remember the hatred you used to feel for him, in the first years of being his experiment. The torment he put you through as the Cadou entered your body was still etched fresh in your mind, and would be until the end of your days.

 Over the years, your hatred lessened. You were alone down in the factory, where most experiments lost the ability to talk soon after their exposure to the Cadou and Heisenberg's experiments. He was all you had.

 In a way, you were grateful to him for keeping you away from Mother Miranda. From the stories he'd told you, you were certain your suffering would have been much greater if she knew about your affinity for the Cadou.

 ''What a shame,'' Heisenberg mumbles. You look up at him. His eyes are focused on a small monitor sat upon the edge of the counter.

 ''Even the Sturm was no match for Ethan Winters,'' he says, turning the monitor to face you. The mangled body of what once resembled the Sturm shows on the grainy screen. A pang goes through your chest as you remember the person behind Heisenberg's cruel experiment, having shared a cell down in the factory before the man lost himself to the Cadou.

 You feel Heisenberg's eyes on you. When you look up you notice the strange look in his eyes. Was it sorrow? A silence stretches between the two of you, one in which you are unsure what to do with yourself.

 ''It seems im'a have to send you in, darling,'' he finally says, pushing himself off the counter before pacing through the small room. ''If only that prick Ethan Winters had agreed to work with me.''

 He stops pacing for a second and turns to you. ''You can take him, can't you?''

 You look up at him. ''Is there a choice?''

 He chuckles, flicking his cigar to the side as he leans his hand on the counter you're sitting on. The air leaves your lungs as a loud clanging is heard from down below in the factory. Ethan Winters is closing in.

 ''There's not much time left,'' Heisenberg states, his hand on your lower back pushing you off the counter. Your legs struggle for a moment at the sudden shift, but you steady yourself using the counter top. The gears of your arm shift as you stand straight, locking eyes with the engineer one last time before heading towards the door.

 You're stopped in your tracks as Heisenberg grabs your arm tightly. ''Listen,'' he says, then pauses for a second. ''Don't let me lose any more Soldats fighting Miranda's battles for her.''

 You nod shortly, then step out the room.

 ''Especially not you,'' Heisenberg mumbles under his breath as the door slams shut.

//

 The rust of the metal around you fills your senses. Ethan Winters isn't hard to track, not with all the ruckus he's making as he holds his own against countless other experiments. You hear him fumbling about with the door, causing you to back away into the shadows after making sure all exits are closed off.

 The man bursts inside the room as the locks on it shatter. He looks around him for a bit, breathing heavily. You sneak along the wall before stepping out into the room. The light hitting through the open doors creates a long shadow.

 Ethan notices the shadow and turns around quickly. In a second, his pistol is raised. The metal in your arm thinks faster than you, sending your arm up in front of you and deflecting the bullet aimed for your head.

 Ethan's eyes widen as you approached him slowly, the sound of your heavy footsteps echo through the space. His hand fumble behind him, and before you can register what he's handling the impact of the shotgun shot sets you a step backwards.

 You glance down a second to see the multiple bullet wounds across your chest. It doesn't take long for the Cadou to start taking over your body, healing the wounds as they form. Ethan swallows hard before scrambling away, desperately looking for any exits out of the room.

 Your movement slows for a second. You and Ethan locked eyes before he got away, and you were taken aback by the sheer determination and spirit that man's eyes held. You shake your head quickly. Not the time.

 You turn around and start stalking down the dark hallway Ethan has disappeared in. The Cadou courses through your shoulder, almost as if it's being pulled forwards. The hallway ends, and in front of you stands Ethan anxiously fiddling with the door you locked beforehand.

 Ethan turns around right as your fist bores through the metal wall, missing his head by less than an inch. His reflexes are quick, as he scoops up his gun off the floor and fires two bullets into your other shoulder. You pull your metal fist out of the wall and grip the barrel of his gun, ripping it from his hand and throwing it to the side.

 Ethan's arm bends unnaturally from the force, making him curse in pain. He falls backwards and starts crawling away from you on all fours. You're quicker than him now, though, as your enhanced hand grips around his throat and lifts him off the floor.

 Your eyes meet again, and you nearly falter. Not an ounce of fear hid behind them, all that showed was fire. He clawed at your arm to no avail.

 ''I don't want to kill you,'' you state, trying to bury the pang of guilt in your chest as the life leaves his eyes. A beat passed before you locked eyes with him once more. ''But I can't let you kill him.''

 You don't miss the confusion on Ethan's face right before you throw him down on the floor, hard. You hear the sickening crack of his spine as the impact hits, but surprisingly, Ethan sputters beneath your grasp. His arm reaches out to grab something, and before you can react an arrange of bullets penetrate your body.

 You let go of Ethan as your arm tries to shield your body from the firing of the assault rifle. For a split second you wonder how many different weapons this man is actually carrying. Ethan takes this opportunity to take off towards the door, which is luckily still locked.

You compose yourself once more and approach him again, though considerably slower than you were before as the Cadou struggles to keep your body upright. Your metal arm drags along the wall beside you, creating a piercing screech of grinding metal.

 Ethan looks behind him nervously as he hears you get close. He backs away from the door, but as you close in on him you notice not an ounce of panic behind his eyes.

 ''So long, freak,'' Ethan says maliciously.

 The mine he placed between the door explodes, sending you across the room. Ethan spares you one last glance before escaping. Your head feels heavy as you slump against the machinery you landed on. The last thing you hear as the world goes black is the sound of heavy footsteps, as a silhouette appears in your blurred vision.

//

 You awaken to someone carrying you through the workplace. You attempt to open your eyes, but quickly close them again as the muscles behind your eyes tighten at the shift of light.

 ''Easy now,'' Heisenberg says softly.

 He shifts his grip on you to clear the desk using only a flick of his hand before laying you down gently. You open your eyes again as he brushes the hair out of your face. You try not to flinch as he inspects your arm.

 ''He got away,'' you mumble, not daring to meet his eyes.

 His fingers still for a second, then tilt your head upwards, forcing you to look at him. He studies your face before speaking. ''I never should've gotten you involved.''

 Your heart drops. The words he said were those of disappointment, yet his tone didn't match. He drops your arm and sits back in his chair, seemingly deep in thought as he smokes his cigar. You turn your head towards him, attempting to sit up slightly but not being able to without wincing.

 ''Can you fix it?'' your voice sounds small, and for a second you wonder if he even heard it.

 A smile forms on his face as he snaps back to reality. ''I'll always fix you.'' He leans forward, elbows resting on the desk you're laying on. ''However,'' he starts, ''It's gonna take some time, and-'' he interrupts himself, pointing at the monitor on the shelf showing Ethan nearing the exit of the factory.

 ''I'm afraid we don't have time.'' He stands up from his chair and retrieves his coat hanging from the back of it.

 ''What are you gonna do?'' you panic, pushing through the pain to sit upright and swing your legs off the side of the desk.  

 ''I'm killing the piece of shit that did this to you,'' he replies, taking a last drag from his cigar while putting his coat on. ''And you're gonna lay back down before I make you.''

 ''Don't-'' you start, but he takes a threatening step towards you, stopping you from jumping off the desk.

 ''He's stronger than he looks,'' you try again, ''he took me and the Sturm down and I only managed to break his arm.''

 Heisenberg stops in his tracks, grinning at you as you talk. ''If I didn't know any better I'd think you were worried about me, darling.''

 You clench your jaw. He wasn't listening to a word you were saying. Heisenberg finishes putting on his glove before continuing.

 ''I would've let him get to Miranda, he probably could take that bitch out if given the chance.''

 ''So let him go,'' you interject. ''What do you gain from killing him now?''

 He chuckles softly, stepping closer to you. ''He fucked with something that belongs to me. I'm not letting him get away with that.''

 You flinch slightly as his gloved hand carefully touches your cheek. You feel despair claw its way into your chest at the realization there's nothing you can do to stop Heisenberg from confronting Ethan. Your hand reaches up to cover his, keeping him in place a moment longer.

 A weak smile graces his features before he bends down and softly presses a kiss on your lips. His thumb running over your cheekbone as he pulls away. A moment passes where you're locked in his eyes, finding the determination hiding within them that reminded you of the way Ethan's eyes shone earlier. They were more alike than you previously thought.

 He grabs his hat from the table next to you and heads for the door. ''Hang in there, sweetheart,'' he says as he leaves the room with a grin.

 ''I'll be back soon.''

//

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 ''Shut your damn hole and don't be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else.'' You're standing behind the pew your boss, Lord Heisenberg, had been seated on. The new captive that was brought in moments before squirms as he struggles to adjust to the light.

 All four lords and Mother Miranda are gathered in this room, all to decide the fate of the man who stumbled into the village. As Heisenberg's assistant, you didn't expect to be tagging along, but he insisted.

 The meeting quickly turned heated, as they often did. Lady Dimitrescu's dark gaze flickers over to you before returning her attention to Heisenberg.

 ''Quiet now, child, adults are talking.'' Unlike most, Heisenberg is not the least bit intimidated by Dimitrescu's tall form. The two bicker back and forth before the room shudders.

 ''SILENCE.'' Mother Miranda's voice booms through the space, silencing all with ease. Her dark wings spread out, drawing all attention to her, and her only. You feel the prickling eyes of the Lycans appear from all corners of the room, making unease settle in your stomach.

 Without thinking you step closer to the pew. Heisenberg catches your eye for a second, raising an eyebrow before turning back to the captive.

 ''My decision is final. There will be no argument,'' Miranda continues. ''Remember from whence you came.''

 Even in the dimlit room you notice your boss' smirk as Miranda entrusts the prisoner's fate to him. ''Thank you,'' he smugly says, earning a scoff from Dimitrescu.

 ''Lycans and gentlemen, we thank you for waiting,'' his voice raises, ''and now, let the games begin!''

 He then crouches down to the captive. ''Let's see what you're really made of, Ethan Winters.'' He raises his hammer before bringing it back down, hard. The floor shivers as the chains that held Ethan to the ground shatter. Lycans advance on the man as Heisenberg maliciously starts counting down.

''Ten.'' The captive looks around nervously.

''Nine.'' A Lycan passes from behind you.

''Eight.'' Donna Beneviento's doll giggles darkly.

''Seven.'' You grip the back of the pew.

''Six.'' The Lycans close in.

''Five.''

 Right before Heisenberg reaches zero, Ethan jumps down a hole in the floor, effectively staying ahead of the Lycans pursuing him, for now.

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 The road back to the factory is slippery in the cold air. You're struggling to hold the supplies Heisenberg made you carry back up, which also made clear why you were invited to come down to the meeting in the first place.

 ''What was that about?'' His voice sounds from in front of you, puffs of smoke raising from his cigar. ''You looked like you were scared of the Lycans just now.''

You huff, rearranging the stuff youre carrying to get a better grip. ''I am not afraid of the Lycans.''

 He turns around suddenly, making you almost walk into him. You make eyecontact with him as he removes his glasses, stepping closer to you.

 ''You shouldn't be,'' he says. You feel your heartbeat quicken as he reaches over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

 His eyes linger on yours for a second longer, before turning cold. ''Moreau knows what happens when his Lycans touch what's mine.''

 You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as he turns back and resumes his path up to the factory. You catch the supplies you were holding just in time as they start slipping to the ground.

 Your mind is racing. What just happened? You couldn't tell if this was simply Heisenberg claiming ownership over you as his assistant or, something more? You shook your head quickly and hurried after your boss, who was halfway to the factory in the time you had been lost in your own head.

 The deafening sounds coming from within the factory hit your eardrums as you make your way down to Heisenberg's main facility. The sight of half mutilated human bodies didn't phase you anymore, as you had spent years stuck behind the metal walls. You dump the supplies down on a spare metal tray on wheels, making quite the ruckus.

 ''Careful with that!'' Heisenberg shouts as he rounds the corner. He had taken off his long coat as the constant blowing of steam from running machines kept the place warmer than comfortable. You look away quickly as he catches your eye again and focus your attention on sorting the new supplies quickly.

 Once you finish with sorting, you push the tray towards your boss. He stops it with one hand, not even bothering to turn around. He looks up at you curiously as you pass by him, heading towards one of the malfunctioned experiments you were tasked with fixing.

 ''What's up with you today?'' he sneers, clearly getting impatient.

 You force yourself to meet his eyes, feeling your stomach shift as you do. He's leaning on one of the metal counters, crossing his arms in front of him.

 ''Nothing's up with me, sir,'' you answer curtly, quickly returning your attention to the task at hand.

 His eyes burn holes in the side of your head as you work, his own project laying untouched. As you zone in on your work, you forget he is watching you. Your fingers move quick, years of Heisenberg's teaching making you proficient in recreating his work.

 The machine roars back to life as you finish tightening the last screw, causing you to jump away from the table. It sputters for a moment, then lies back down on the table, its gears softly turning. You feel a smile form on your face as you admire your finished work. It is then you remember you were not alone in this room.

A slow clapping fills the room. ''Well done,'' Heisenberg praises, but his tone holds a challenge. He had taken your confusion for attitude.

''Learned from the best,'' you smile, trying to ease the tension.

''One could say...'' Heisenberg says, his words trailing off as his gaze meets yours.

Your breathing hitches for a second. ''Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?'' You ask, changing the subject.

''Sir,'' Heisenberg repeats, his voice low. He pushes himself off the counter and slowly walks towards you. ''I like it when you call me that.''

He puts his cigar out on the counter you're leaning against, having trapped you between himself and the machine you just brought back to life.

''Sir,'' you begin, ''we- we can't.''

He takes a step away from you. ''Says who?'' he shouts, exasperation in his voice. A chunk of metal flies through the air, landing on a picture of Mother Miranda.

''Says her?'' he asks loudly, leaving you wide-eyed and staring at him. ''Or them?'' The piece of metal slices through the other three lords with one flick of his wrist. ''I don't give a damn about what they think.''

You regain your composure. ''It's the situation. That- That man, the father of the baby-''

''What about him?'' Heisenberg cuts you off. ''I've dealt with him. It's done.''

''How do you know?'' You ask. Heisenberg whips around with force at your words.

''How do I know?'' he repeats, his voice laced with anger. ''I sent him down through the tunnels to die. Nobody gets back from that. Nobody.''

''I didn't see a body.'' You say, and a heavy silence follows.

He walks back towards you slowly. Every step he takes echoes throughout the room, slightly shaking the metal on impact. You back away against the counter, unable to see his eyes from underneath his hat.

He lifts his head as he nears. ''You know, darling,'' he says, his voice so low you wouldn't have been able to hear him if he hadn't been so close.

''I liked it better when you were calling me 'sir'.'' A shiver runs up your spine as he whispers in your ear.

His hand trails up your arm, barely making contact but enough to send goosebumps all over your body. He rests his hand on your collarbone before breathing deeply.

''I am not-,'' he says, his finger tracing your jaw, ''letting any of them-'' his thumb finds your bottom lip, pulling it down slowly, ''tell me what to do.''

His face so close to yours you can feel his breath on your skin. He stops, a second, and looks into your eyes. You nod slowly, and that was enough. His hand finds the back of your neck before he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss was rough, as you would expect, filled with longing you didn't know was there before.

His other hand grips your waist, pulling you closer into him. Your own hands find their way into his unruly hair, tugging softly as he groans. His hat falls to the floor, forgotten.

He removes his hand from your hair and with a flick of his hand the experiment you just fixed crashes to the floor. He lifts you up on the counter, spreading your legs to stand between them. You softly moan as his hands trail up your thighs, his fingers greedily caressing the skin above the waistband of your pants.

He pulls away softly, both of you out of breath. His lips move down to your neck. You gasp softly at the touch, your thighs squeezing down on him.

He pulls you in for another short kiss, smirking as he pulls away. ''There's a good girl,'' he whispers, his hand softly gripping your neck. He puts a loose strand of hair behind your ear, like he had done hours before, then moves away.

He picks up his hat from the floor, suddenly letting out a laugh.

''What's so funny?'' you ask, still a bit flustered.

He rests his hand on your thigh, squeezing slightly. ''I've found a way to shut you up.''

You bite your lip as he walks away. Getting down from the counter, you notice the experiment you had just fixed laying in pieces on the floor.

''Oh, by the way,'' Heisenberg calls out. ''You're gonna have to fix that again.''

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