#lord heisenberg fanfic

[flaggermuser]

WIP Wednesday - tagged by @butterbabyflapjack

You shiver as you trudge scantily dressed through the snow behind the Duke’s cart, leaving the safety of the village, the place you have called home for your entire life. There is barely a second for you to turn back and reminisce about your old life before you’re dragged along by the chain around your neck.

It was time for a new offering to be offered to Lord Heisenberg, a myth more than a man, and it was enough coin for your father to force you to be chosen.

You’re only halfway to your new ‘home’ when the cart stops and the Duke, a gargantuan man both in height and girth, open a rear door to his humble abode.

“Come in my dear, you will catch your death before the Lord has the chance to take in your beauty.”

You gladly take his hand, climbing into the back of his cart which is warm and surprisingly roomy. He drapes a woollen cape around your shoulders and you cocoon yourself in warmth. The cart begins to move again, making the various treasures sway.

“I’m sorry about the collar and the clothing my dear,” the Duke finally speaks, just before the silence reached its deafening crescendo, “but you must be appealing to the Lord. He can be rather picky.”

You nod, keeping your head bowed so that the Duke can’t see the fear that covers your face. His pudgy fingers beneath your chin raise your face to his gaze.

“Don’t be scared my dear,” his voice is joyous, “I can tell that the Lord will be pleased to see such a jewel as yourself.”

You try to smile even though your stomach is tied in tight, terrified knots and your heart is hammering away in your chest. You’ve of course heard the stories of Lord Heisenberg, a child of Mother Miranda, the patron that protects your village. He is a formidable figure, less fearsome than his siblings but a cautionary tale.

A story told to children, warning them what will happen if they don’t behave.

The cart stops for what becomes the final time - you have arrived at your new home.

Only if, of course, you earn the Lord’s favour.

Tagging: @possumteeths, @raccoonspooky, @ventiswampwater, @visceravalentines, @brimbrimbrimbrim, @dandenbo, @sarnakhwritesthings, @alastair-fics

[thefanficmonster]

Resident Evil Masterlist

* - Fluff

⨀ - Angst

Full-length Fics:

The Queen and her Guardian (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Just a Legend (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Snowman (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Nothing to worry about (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀*

Weakness (Karl Heisenberg & Child!Reader) ⨀*

Dark Magic (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Bloody Jealousy (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) *

Enough Said (Rose Winters & OC) *

Beyond Death (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) ⨀

Vulnerability (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

There you are (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *⨀

Finally, you're back (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Mission (Ethan Winters & OC) *

Sounds Promising (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Stargazing (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Beneath the surface (Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Partner (Ethan Winters x Reader) ⨀*

Deal (Jill Valentine x OC) *

Not a Weapon (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Best thing (he lost) (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀

Worthy (Chris Redfield x OC) *

What happens in the gym...(Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Vendetta (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Regretting (Chris Redfield x OC) *

Innocent Life (Ethan Winters & Child!Reader) ⨀

Soldier First (Chris Redfield x Reader) ⨀

Heroism (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀

No Mistake (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

New Life (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Fated (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Headcanons:

Karl Heisenberg x reader who suffers from nightmares ⨀*

Karl Heisenberg x multilingual reader *

Karl's love language - annoyance *

Protective Karl Heisenberg ⨀*

Touch starved Karl Heisenberg *

Opposites attract (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl x Child-free reader *

Karl x *ahem* well-endowed reader *

Tipsy Romance (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl with an emotionless s/o *

Karl Heisenberg romantic headcanons *

For Margaret ⨀

Karl x injured s/o ⨀*

Karl x shy s/o *

Karl has a nightmare ⨀

Comforting Karl Heisenberg ⨀

Seeing his mutation for the first time ⨀*

Finding out the truth about Heisenberg ⨀*

Being Karl's adopted child *⨀

Insecurities (Karl x reader) ⨀*

The loss of a loved one (Karl x reader) ⨀

Ethan Winters x pregnant reader ⨀

Arguing with Heisenberg ⨀

Jealous Heisenberg ⨀*

Heisenberg with an introverted s/o *

The love story of life and death (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

The Lords as parents *

Mythical (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Life Hardships (Heisenberg x reader) ⨀*

Darkness (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Heisenberg's Family ⨀*

Heisenberg with a pregnant s/o *

Wine Woes (Heisenberg x reader) *

Single dad Heisenberg *

Mithanberg Headcanons *

Chris Redfield x injured s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg comforting his s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg with a jumpy s/o *

Heisenberg with a smoker s/o *

Single dad Heisenberg with a newborn *

Chris Redfield with plus-size s/o *

Heisenberg x non-binary reader *

Lady D with an s/o that is close with her daughters *

Enemies to lovers with Heisenberg *

Fluffy headcanons for Donna *

Ethan Winters x injured s/o ⨀

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Olive

Summary: On your knees, open up and apologize!

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader

Word Count: -2.2k

Content Warnings: Hardly Any Plot Just Smut 18+!, Misogyny-play (I dunno what else to call this, okay?), Oral (M Receiving), Karl Being A Little Shit About It, Deepthroating, Slight Choking, Subspace, Uhm…Sweat 😬, Bodily Fragrances, Body Worship, Humiliation/Praise, Manhandling, Karl Has A Dad Bod, Aftercare <3

A/N: Anne, this is all your fault and you know it! This is a little gift from yours truly <3

Tagging: @queer-crusader @ohlookapan @blueberrypancakesworld @somethingblu3

Me and my babe relax and catch the manic rhapsody

All reason flown as God looks on in abject apathy

A squall and all of me is a prayer in perfect piety

A moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me

- Moment's Silence By Hozier

For a split second, you halted, mouth already agape and the tip of your tongue ready to fire an entire tirade of complaints into the stuffy air of Karl's workshop. Unsuspecting, not even looking at you after you made a grand entrance barging through the door like that, Karl just sat there, soldering iron in his right and his nose scrunched up to keep his glasses from sliding down the bridge alongside some wayward droplets of sweat.

Your eyes darted at him, glaring with annoyance and frustration-fueled fury as they scanned his slightly hunched-down statue. He looked enragingly good with his shaggy hair tied into a low ponytail and his stupid, olive-green work overall pooling around his waist, giving way for you to ogle at his bare torso, skin glowing in an orange hue emitting from the embers of the furnace behind him, pale scar tissue forming a krass contrast all along his shoulders and chest.

You cleared your throat to remind yourself why you were here and to actually stay mad instead of letting your anger slide because of some silly pretty privilege.

“Huh?” Karl's eyes behind his glasses moved, inspecting curiously.

“All I do is clean up after you!”, It practically broke free from your throat in a strained groan, uncomfortably strong emotions bubbling in the pit of your stomach,

“I'm fucking sick of it, Karl. All I asked of you was to do the bed and put your damn dishes in the sink to help me out for once!”

“Uh-Huh.” Karl nodded briefly, not appearing moved by your frustration at all.

“Uh-Huh?! Karl.” It took every bit of composure to not just stomp your feet in a childish burst of anger.

“That's my name.” He mocked, his words stinging just like the white-hot tip of his soldering iron.

“Oh, fuck you!” That made him straighten up eventually.

“Excuse me?” Karl put his tool down before raising his glasses to lazily sit at the crown of his head.

“I said that you can go fuck yourself because you do fuck all to pull your weight with the chores. I'm trying to keep this place from turning into a trash dump!” You watched him intently, trying to decipher what was happening in this awfully stubborn head of his.

“Would you please say that to my face again, sweets?” The anger in your stomach dropped and rendered into a sharp jolt of embarrassment because you knew just fine that you were getting yourself onto fragile ice.

“Hm?” You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brows into a questioning arch.

“Come here.”, Karl repeated himself swiftly, tapping his palm onto his thigh, “And say that to my face again.”

Regret kicked in almost immediately, growing into a nervous buzzing sensation with every step bringing you closer to your lover.

“There you go, I'm all ears.” Gray eyes beamed at you as you leaned your behind against the edge of the table.

“You don't help me with any of the chores.” You dropped your gaze and mumbled away meekly.

“That's not exactly what reached my ears a few minutes ago, now is it?” Karl crossed his arms in front of his chest, scarred forearms finding rest against curly, white hairs.

“I said you can go fuck yourself because I am angry with you. The bed still looks a mess and it wouldn't even take you 5 minutes.” Heat crept into your face because you knew all too well that you screwed up big time.

“Okay. Heard.”, Karl clicked his tongue before absentmindedly sucking his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment, “But what makes you think you're eligible to talk to me like that now, huh?”

“ ‘M sorry.” You felt like taking a step back but the table wouldn't let you.

“Alright, that doesn't really cut it, pumpkin. All that foul stuff leaving your mouth? Filthy, don't you think?” The way his voice had a rather peculiar edge to it made you look up again, your eyes being met with a sly grin that reached up to his eyes, laugh lines, and crow's feet wrinkling softly, pretty bastard.

“I don't appreciate you talking to me like that and I really believe you should make up for it, no?” A jolt of embarrassment went through your chest before the very same sensation went straight down amidst your legs.

The way Karl looked at you, eyes sparkling with twisted mischief, weirdly reassuring you that he heard you although you certainly overstepped a line here, rendered you weak in the knees. Like a teenager in love, serotonin and dopamine wreaking havoc and working overtime to soothe the pounding frustration from earlier.

As much as you tried to stay mad at him, you just couldn't, not when he played you so deliciously just like that, knowing full well that he had you wrapped around his finger with ease.

“Do you need me to shut you up or are you going to behave and do that by yourself?” Every word made you more self-aware about your face probably glowing with a double-edged sense of shame.

“I'm really sorry…” You repeated yourself under your breath, forcing your stunted body to move, to nonverbally admit to your failings and sink down to your knees whilst bashfully aware of your mouth watering, conditioned to do so just fine.

“There you go.” Karl cooed, teeth nipping at his bottom lip whilst his granite eyes watched your every move, pupils blowing in lust as they followed you working the buttons on his jumper.

He felt himself getting harder with every oh-so-innocent bat of your lashes, his pulse picking up significantly just like yours. You halted for a brief moment, inhaling deeply through your nose, breathing him in at his full intensity, pheromones hijacking your brain immediately.

“Too much to handle, pumpkin? Uh-oh, if that ain’t the consequences of your actions.” His snarky comment pushed heat into your face.

Karl was right, it was more of him that you were used to but you quickly came to find out that that wasn’t necessarily something bad. Instead, you embraced it, took it the way it was because you’d successfully gotten yourself into this situation. You didn’t deserve anything else right now and you accepted it.

“Fuck…” The Lord of Metal hissed under his breath as you shamelessly nuzzled your face into his crotch, the tip of your nose snugly nestled amongst curly, gray pubes and lips playfully nipping at his stiffening shaft.

It wasn’t even a matter of a whole minute until his entire length stood against your cheek, the tip of his cock soft to the touch but throbbing.

“I know you’re a whore but I never took you for the dirty, nasty kind.” He egged you on, only feeding into this rather new and rapidly forming fantasy that was taking all of you by storm.

You already enjoyed it plenty when he got out of his workshop in the evenings, cuddling himself into bed next to you with hints of oil, fire, and sweat clinging to him, rendered you feral in seconds, but this right here made you dizzy; cock-drunk without even having him inside you just yet. And although your lips found themselves busy with kissing and nibbling the lack of having your impertinent brat mouth stuffed turned you impatient. You wanted to drag it out, for his pleasure…and yours, however you nearly couldn’t manage, saliva pooling beneath your tongue.

“See? That’s exactly where you’re supposed to be instead of right in my face yappin’ about dirty dishes, sweets. Be thankful that I touch the dirty fucking dishes at all, bitch.” The nearly threatening shift in his tone sent you spiraling in the best way possible.

“ ‘M sorry…” You mouthed against the tuft of hair.

“Huh? What’s that?” In a firm smack, his palm found your cheek before the same hand clasped at you by the jaw, squishing your mouth in mockery and you nearly cried out in need for him to manhandle you like that.

“ ‘M SORRY, SIR.” You pressed from a squeezed mouth to the best of your abilities.

“Ah, that’s it. Now quit playing around.” Karl released your face from his grip with a little bit of momentum, making you sway in your position before leaning back in and wrapping your lips around his girth.

A wanton moan echoed around his cock because not only did Karl smell much more intense, he also tasted the part, effectively rendering you dumb with only one objective on your brain: serve.

“Freaking slut, enjoying yourself, huh?” He thrust his lap right into your face, your nose pressing against the soft curve of his belly pooch whilst he spearheaded along your tongue down into your throat.

The sudden jut of his hips made you gag around him, the root of your tongue contracting in tandem with your larynx, coaxing a pleased grunt from Karl’s lips. In a juxtaposed, twisted way your overwhelming discomfort brought a nearly unimaginable amount of pleasure, your love for consensual pain and humiliation nearly as large as the one you felt for Karl.

Your knees scratched over the concrete floor of his workshop as his fingers snaked along the back of your head, grabbing it by your hair in fistfuls to harshly guide your mouth to bop on his cock. An amalgamation of spittle and eager droplets of salty precum covered the inside of your mouth and squelched from the corners of your lips, dripping down into his lap.

“Sloppy bitch.”, Karl commented between quiet groans, half-lidded eyes watching you taking him whole with every jerk of your head, “Keep it together.”

Punishment followed immediately, Karl’s other hand darting to pinch your nose shut.

“Uh, no, no, no.”, The Lord shushed upon you starting to gag and slightly panic instantly, “I gotchu, be good.”

You suppressed the intrinsic instinct to breathe, nose incapacitated and your esophagus gagged with Karl’s pulsing girth, tongue pressed right against the bottom of his cock, involuntarily caressing the thick vein that prodded along your tastebuds.

Don’t gag, don’t gag, don’t -

Tears threatened to spill over your lower lash line, the watery blur glazing over your sight, lungs pulling and tearing inwards in a gradually worsening need for fresh oxygen.

“Just a little more, fuck- so tight…” Karl groaned, pointy canines digging into the tender flesh of his bottom lip, scratching over and slightly through the skin.

Not being able to breathe turned increasingly painful, your ribcage being set ablaze by an itch you simply couldn’t scratch right now.

“There, there, good fucking girl.” The words rumbled through his chest accompanied by a final forcefully maneuvered jerk of your head.

Little black patches danced over your retina and you felt dangerously lightheaded as the first thick ropes of cum gushed down your throat and for a split second your body nearly spasms in such panic that you almost bit his twitching dick right off. Instead, Karl released the tip of your nose from his pinching clasp and your jaw went slack, joints aching in overuse, and yet you obediently swallowed, took it all down to the very last bit, saliva, tears, and mucus gathering at your chin whilst you breathed yourself through it.

However absurd it would’ve sounded to explain it to someone who’d never been in your shoes just like that, finishing your task sparked a sense of pride to bloom in your chest.

“So good, so perfect, come’ere.” Karl pulled himself out of you, leaving you pleasantly sore whilst you catch your breath, your body still feeling wobbly and overly sensitive.

He held you by both wrists as he helped you get up before pulling your slightly shaking form onto his lap, his lips leaving a wash of kisses all across your heated face the very second you sat down.

“You okay, hun?” You nodded in response, weak arms wrapping around his shoulders to find more purchase.

“Was a bit rough, no? I know.”, Karl started wiping the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs, both palms encasing your face tenderly, “I’m sorry, got a bit carried away.”

You couldn’t be angry at him for it had felt too good and you knew that he would never seriously hurt you on purpose.

“Issok.” Your voice was but a breathy little whisper.

“Sure? How ‘bout I make it up to you?”, Karl started grinning as the spark of an idea flickered behind the pale gray in his eyes, “How about I move my partially lazy ass into the kitchen, do the dishes, meanwhile, you’re free to enjoy a nice hot bath I’ll pour you and afterward I’ll take good care of you, hm? I better have my jaw sore by the end of the day too, only fair.”

The lightly damp tip of his nose gently nudged against yours, his wicked smile contagious enough to catch on to you.

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

I can totally see #6 with Heisenberg and y/n in YSLT

So can I, bestie!

😈😈😈

"... feels good, doesn't it?"

You hear him talking to you. It's impossible not to, of course, with the two of you mashed together, cheek-to-cheek. With you draped over him like a shawl.

A sweating, quivering, needy little shawl.

"Huh ...?" you ask hazily. He said something. A question. Of that you're certain. Beyond that, the details are a bit fuzzy.

You're not sure how Lord Heisenberg talked you into getting within grabbing distance.

You're also not clear on how he coaxed you into his lap. It must have taken some doing on his part ... Surely, you didn't just straddle his thighs without a good enough reason.

Right?

"I said," he whispers in your ear, the grin audible in his voice, "my thigh feels good, doesn't it?"

You nod, your face still buried in his neck. You can't look at him right now. You're mortified enough at the sounds coming out of you right now as you grind back and forth, the breathy little whimpers that are making him chuckle.

"Uh. Uh-huh," you pant, hips still swerving circle-eights, your needy, throbbing pussy rocking against Karl's hard thigh, clenching greedily on itself.

You slow down for just a moment, trying to get a grip on yourself, but he's not having any of that.

Karl's huge hands slide rudely down the back of your pants, startling you as he grabs a big handful of your ass. He jerks your hips forward in a rough approximation of the way you were moving before you tried to stop.

"My Lord, please -"

"Keep going."

You make a weak protest, made even weaker by the fact that you still can't lift your head. Your arms tighten around his neck.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going ... C'mon, you're almost there, I can feel it ..."

You resume the rhythm from before. He still won't let go, along for the ride and jerking you hard whenever you falter or slow down.

With his scent and yours clinging to the air, intermingling in the cloud of heat enveloping the both of you, with his hands burning twin brands into your bare bottom, you couldn't stop your orgasm if you tried.

It slams through you relentlessly, spiraling out from your needy clit as your cunt grips and grips and grips on nothing. You wail that you're cumming, practically sobbing it over and over, but Karl doesn't stop until he's satisfied that he's wrung every lingering aftershock out of you. Until you're collapsed against him like a limp little ragdoll, held aloft only by his hands.

He holds you away from him, getting a nice, long look at your face. He's holding your face, smirking brazenly at the mess he's made of you. "Sweet thing," he murmurs before he kisses you, surpringly gentle in his victory.

He doesn't gloat for very long, though, opting to pull you back into his arms.

“See what you get when you behave?” he says.

"Y ... Yes, my L ... Yes, Karl ... Yes ..."

"Good girl. Now ..."

He grabs your hips again, but this time he shifts you upwards. You're not straddling his thigh anymore. You straddling ... him.

The whole hot, hard, unforgiving length of him.

"... What do you suppose I get in return?"

- M. 💕💕💕

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Comfort During A Rough Patch {Multi Fandom} I'm less upset now so I won't post all the angst I wrote lol....for now. Tags:

⇏ Nanami Kento ⇏

You didn’t move when he dropped the blanket on you. You didn’t even care the view of your phone screen was blocked. Not like you were actually paying attention to it, just scrolling to not think anymore. The lights clicked off, the tv on and the curtains slightly open to take in the city lights. Kento sat and pulled your legs over his lap. He slowly lifted the blanket off your head and wrapped it around you both. After a couple moments of silence, the familiar jingle of your comfort show’s theme started. Gently, you snuggled in closer and laid your hair against his shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“It’s all right love.”

♡ Giyuu Tomioka ♡

Giyuu sat beside you on the porch as you fiddled with your bandages. He placed a cup of tea next to you. After a long beat of silence he took off his haori and draped it over you. "You don't have to tell me but, nothing that happened was your fault. You did what you could."

"I could of done better... I should have done better."

"You saved the people you could, they are alive because of you."

Tears welled up, you tuned your head from him, "Why couldn't I have saved everyone..."

He pulled you in closer as you cried into his shoulder, "I tried so hard!"

"I know."

𓌏 Heisenberg 𓌏

"What the hell are you doing?" Lord Heisenberg's voice boomed from behind you. His steps thundered on the shoddily put-together floor. He slammed his fist on the table. "You were supposed to go sorting through the scrap today."

"I did it yesterday." You replied plainly.

"Well I've been calling you for an hour."

"The bell."

"What?"

"The bell." You pointed to a small gold bell in the corner of the room. It was attached to a chain that went into the ceiling- the bell was connected to little chains all around the factory. Lord Heisenberg knew he could have pulled the chain but it wasn't something he has had to do in months. You had become less of servant and more of a helper/roommate. You seemed out of it the last few days, he didn't think you were sleeping at all.

Heisenberg let out a deep and annoyed sigh before slinging you over his shoulder. You yelped, "L-Lord Heisenberg!"

"Shut up." He ignored your yelling as he carried you up to the makeshift bedroom on the safer side of the factory. He tossed you on the bed and through a blanket your way. "I can't have you cutting off an arm or something cause you aren't paying attention."

"Lord Heisenberg, I'm fin-"

"You are gonna stay in this bed and sleep. When you wake up, we're gonna eat and you are gonna fucking calm down. Got it?"

There was no use arguing with him. He'd probably lock the door anyway. Though, the aching did subside for a moment and you felt warm knowing that Lord Heisenberg cared in his own way.

"Thank you my lord."

[the-bar-sinister]

There was a certain level of pain that Karl Heisenberg was in every day of his life. It was his constant companion. As far as he knew, it was a simple fact of his being alive. It was a simple fact of what had been done to his body.

The pain waxed and waned but it never fully departed. There were herbs from Donna that helped but they dulled his mind and sent him to the land of the half dead.

Despite everything, Karl wanted to live. He wanted to live even though it hurt, even though it was hard.

He wanted to live, and he wanted to be in charge of his own life. And so he fought through the pain. He lived with the pain. He savored it. He trusted it.

Being in pain meant that he was still fighting. 

Karl Heisenberg dreamed of a body that didn't ache, and dreamed of a life where he wasn't a slave and a prisoner. But he would endure both. 

He would endure them as long as he had to. He would drink the joy in there was to be had from them, and he would come out the other side.

-

AO3 link

[seventhcirclesbian-art]

First actual post on this blog!

There’s a new chapter of Drown the Specter!

[seventhcirclelesbian]

Some misc doodles for my fanfic.

Theres another chapter btw

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2817274

[ohlookapan]

The Edge of The Knife | Wintersberg

“You know, Winters, you've got guts. I wonder if you'd still look pretty with em’ ripped out and strung along my floor like tinsel.” Pairing: Ethan Winters/Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil: Village (2021)) Content Warning(s): Knives(?) Tagging: My lovely proofreaders, @thatsthewrongwallcraig & @dandeliongrahamlecter! A/N: Playing around with action/movement over dialogue. Definitely not an excuse to write for these beautiful dumbasses again. Enjoy below the cut!

****

If Heisenberg thought Ethan was pissed before, he was livid now.

And the bastard fucking loved it. 

Those soft, fair, snowy cheeks burning like hot coals; that golden hair all messy and ruffled like a hay bale; those hazel eyes smoldering like embers (he swore they turned red at some point, though maybe he was getting ahead of himself). 

And those lips. God, those thin, soft lips. Karl swore they'd be the death of him–the way they slimmed, pursed, and fired the most incendiary threats at him like a catapult. 

God damn those lips. God damn those eyes. God damn that hair. God damn those cheeks.

God damn Ethan Winters. 

“Give me the flask, Heisenberg. Now.”

Ethan's command wasn't just that, not even a demand. It was a warning. One that Karl was far too bored and smart to heed. 

Like a shark, he circled the father, letting his murky eyes traipse around his figure like a map, the object of his revolution being the most beautiful, bold, blonde X he'd ever seen.

“Now, now, Winters,” Heisenberg purred, tone loose and drenched in sweet velvet. “Is that any way to go about asking for things we want?”

A purr was met with a growl. No, a snarl. 

“I'm not asking, jackass.”

The lord hummed, coming to a stop right in front of Ethan. His cool eyes became freezing, piercing daggers. 

“Tsk, tsk. You speak to your mother with that dirty little mouth, Ethan? Maybe I should teach you some manners, hm? Put you in your place.”

If you looked at the two men, you couldn't tell which was the predator, and which was the prey. Especially when both seemed to lunge at each other. 

Barely, just barely, Ethan's feet moved first. He bolted toward Heisenberg, a hand out in the direction of his pocket that cradled the final piece of his daughter. 

Heisenberg almost wanted to hate him for making this so easy, but the electricity he felt shooting up his arm when his gloved hand gripped his wrist was like a drug. 

In a flash, before throwing him up against the wall, Karl swore that he could feel remnants of stitches or… Staples against the man's wrist. 

Christ, this kid's more like Frankenstein than me. He's more versatile than I thought. 

Heisenberg turned Ethan into a whip, spinning and sending him around and up against the wall with a crack (and yelp) to match. 

In all that time in keeping tabs on Papa Winters as he stormed across the village, a thundering shotgun in hand, he'd heard Ethan's pained whimpers more than enough times. He knew that the more painful something was, the more grit Ethan's whining was gripped with.

The one he heard this time nearly put him on his knees. 

Note to self. The kid can handle rough.

Ethan's calloused fingers wrapped around the grip of his gun and his muscles had begun their recoil to tug it free from the holster just as Heisenberg rushed him. 

A leather hand slammed against the wall while the other darted to the other man's belt and ripped the tucked-away knife free. It made a beeline to his neck, the edge of the blade just dancing along the slim hairs. 

“A word of advice buttercup,” Heisenberg murmured, breath rising and falling like waves against those cherry-tinted cheeks of Ethan's, a husky chuckle on its heels. “Try using knives next time. Better for close encounters, wouldn't you say?”

The blonde's chest rose and fell, barely pressing flush against the other's as it lifted. Frantic, he forced his body still like spotted, target prey; yet those eyes of his were another story entirely. They darted all over Karl's face as if trying to memorize every wrinkle, every line, every scar--God, were there a lot of scars. The patriarch's eyes trailed along each of them as if they were a road map. One that all led back to one place: Karl's eyes. 

Even as they hid behind the vaguely opaque discs of his shades, Ethan could make them out, clear as day. 

He knew Heisenberg well enough–probably too well for his liking–to know just how much he was holding under his tongue. He could only imagine all the things he wanted to say to him. Though, it should be noted that just because he could didn't mean he should–and certainly not that he would. 

In those eyes of his, Ethan could see how unwavering they were, and how they effortlessly they chased after his own. He could see the centers of them slowly expand, almost as if they wanted to suck the blonde in and never let him go. 

Almost challenging the metal lord (or maybe as a means of getting away), Ethan tilted his head up to meet the cold, cracked wall; leaving that smooth, pallid neck of his exposed to the edge of the knife. 

“You won't,” he breathed, the air between his and Heisenberg’s face feverish and volatile. “You need me.”

Damn right he fucking did.

A wolfish grin flickered on Karl's face, and the weapon's blade went from teasing to kissing the skin on the pinned man's throat. 

“You'd like to see me try, wouldn't you, peach?”

“Dying to.”

Fuck, the growl he heard. It almost matched the grin he couldn't rip away. 

“You know, Winters, you've got guts. I wonder if you'd still look pretty with em’ ripped out and strung along my floor like tinsel.”

Heisenberg could take that knife he was holding and slice the tension between them like bread. It only thickened and electrified as the seconds ticked by, and as their eyes dashed around in a game of tag. 

Finally, the kid spoke up. His voice, to Heisenberg’s surprise, was weak. It was shaky, coated in air and coarse moxie. 

“You don't scare me. You know that right?”

Heisenberg’s eyes flashed in surprise, only to melt into a sly, heated glare. His mouth shaped into a smirk. The voice that left it was nothing more than a humming rumble. So much so that Ethan could feel it against his chest, tangled with their heartbeats.

“Ethan, Ethan, Ethan," he tutted. "Is that your way of telling me to try harder?”

Heisenberg expected many things from the man he'd pinned to the wall; A punch, a bullet to the chest, to spit in his face and throw a harsh 'fuck off and die' in tow. 

What he didn't expect was for him to lean in. He didn't expect to be met with a grimace, or to feel the very edges of his golden hair teasing his forehead, or even to see Ethan's hazel eyes dilating to match his own, fighting for total control. 

He didn't expect to see his lips pulled closer to him, aching to bridge a gap. Karl Heisenberg didn't expect to feel his cheeks match Ethan's and their heavy dusting of rouge. 

He sure as hell didn't expect what he'd said to be the last thing he heard before pouncing on the father with dizzying need.

“Go on. Let's see what you're really made of, Karl Heisenberg.”

[azne09]

Satul Umbrelor

Author’s note : This text is an alternative version of the village of shadow’s fairytale from the prologue and epilogue of the game. This version is centered on the original characters of a fan fiction I’m working on. Please feel free to remark any spelling mistakes and typos ! English isn’t my first language.

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   Once upon a time, there was a brother and a sister who lived in a very small house with their sick mother. The little brother was brave and dauntless, with innocent eyes blue as clear as the summer sky. But he never listened to his sister’s commands and always did as he pleased.

      The older sister was kind and patient, with beautiful red hair as bright as the oven fire. But she always scolded her brother and was sure that she was always right about everything.

      One day, the little brother decided to go into the woods with his friends to search for berries. Before he left the house, his sister warned him :

     “Listen to me and be careful ! Do not wander too close to the dark forest ! Or else, you will get lost, and the Enchantress of the Village of Shadows will eat you !”

     The brother didn’t care to listen, and went into the woods happily chanting. After searching and searching through the bushes, his friends rejoiced with their baskets full. But the little boy’s basket, however, was empty.

     After his friends went back home to show their mothers the fruits of their picking, the little boy was left all alone in the woods, upset. Sitting on a tree trunk, he threw rocks on the ground while cursing the bushes for not giving him any berries.

     Suddenly, a black raven flew over his head and landed on a branch.

     “Croaak croaak !” says the raven. “Come to the Village of Shadows, little boy ! You will find loads of berries in every bush ! The most delicious ones you will ever find !”

     Ignoring his sister’s warning, the little boy jumped back on his feet and followed the raven down to the dark forest’s entrance.

     Meanwhile, at home, the older sister waited for her brother to come back. The clock was ticking fast, and soon the night would fall outside. So, the sister decided to search for him herself, and went into the woods.

     After calling his name in vain, a snake hissed at her to come closer.

     “Psssss psssss !” says the snake. “Be quick, be quick dear girl ! Your brother hassssssss gone to the dark foressssssst ! You must hurry to ssssssave him, else the Enchantressssssss will eat him ! Be quick, be quick !”

     Horrified, the sister thanked the snake and hurried into the dark forest. As she walked through a path of crooked trees and twisted thorns, the girl continued to call for her brother. She called his name again and again, until her throat went dry.

     She stopped by an arch of trees, and opened her water bottle. But at that moment, three little bats crawled from the branches of the trees and pleaded :

     “Oh please, generous girl, let us drink with you ! We are so thirsty, we do not even have the strength to fly anymore !”

     So, the young girl poured the water in her hands, and allowed the three bats to drink until the last drop. Their little stomachs full again, the bats flew around in joy.

     Suddenly, a voice called out to the girl, and the King of Bats appeared.

     “Forgive me for intruding on your forest sir,” the girl said with a bow. “I am searching for my brother. Please, have you seen him ?”

     “Alas, dear girl, I have not seen him.” the King said “But I shall reward your generosity with a gift. Come, dear girl, quench your thirst.”

     The three bats gave her a silver cup, and the King of Bats bit his right wing to pour some of his blood. The girl smiled, drank the sweet blood from the cup, and thanked the King and his subjects.

     After leaving the forest, she ended up roaming around an abandoned cemetery, covered by a freezing fog. As she walked across the tombs, shaking in her poorly stitched dress, she heard the sound of snobs. Frightened at first, the girl continued to walk until she found a garden of weeping flowers.

     “Oh please, compassionate girl, pick us up and put us on those poor soul’s tombs ! We wish to keep them company until our last petals drop, so they do not feel lonely anymore !”

     So, the young girl picked up the flowers one by one, mixing them together to create colorful bouquets, and carefully laid them down on top of every grave. 

     Suddenly, the wind began to blow, and a Dark Weaver appeared.

     “Forgive me for intruding your graveyard sir” the girl said with a bow. “I am searching for my brother. Please, have you seen him ?”

     “Alas, dear girl, I have not seen him.” the Weaver said “But I shall reward your compassion with a gift. Come, dear girl, warm yourself up.”

     In a blink of an eye, the Dark Weaver turned the fog into a beautiful gown, embellished with colorful flowers. The girl smiled, twirled around joyfully, and thanked the Dark Weaver and the flowers.

     Still looking for her brother, the girl embarked on a little boat to cross a perilous lake. Her stomach growled as she watched the fishes jumping across the waves, before a shark appeared on the surface. The girl screamed at first, before noticing that the shark's fin was bleeding.

     “Oh please, merciful girl, heal my wound ! It is so painful, I barely even have the strength to swim anymore !”

     The girl waved at the shark to come closer, and tore a piece of her precious dress apart to wrap it around the wound as a bandage. Feeling much better, the shark swam around, joyfully splashing some water on the girl who laughed along.

     Suddenly, the waves began to rise higher and higher, and the Fish King appeared.

     “Forgive me for intruding on your lake sir.” the girl said with a bow. “I am searching for my brother. Please, have you seen him ?”

     “Alas, dear girl, I have not seen him” says the King. “But I shall reward your mercy with a gift. Come, dear girl, fill up your stomach.”

     The King gave her two of his scales, one warm and salty, one fresh and sweet. The girl smiled, satisfied her hunger, and thanked the Fish King and the shark.

     Once she reached the shore, the girl ended up in a kingdom made of steel. Two wolves soldiers were guarding the entrance in their armors, but they both were asleep. 

     And as the girl advanced, she found out that the entire kingdom was asleep and that every gear was still, covered in dust and webs, rusting and rotting.

     A little wolf cub howled at her, and took her to the kingdom’s castle. Inside, the wolf cub guided the girl until they stopped in front of a rusty statue in the shape of a horse.

     “Oh please, gracious girl, lift the curse of our kingdom ! Since its heart has stopped, time has stopped as well !”

     “But how does one lift such a curse ? How can I make its heart beat ?” The girl asked herself out loud.

     With only one idea in mind, she placed a gentle kiss on top of the statue’s head, and all the rust and dust vanished away. 

     The mechanical heart started beating again, the gears began to turn, and the wolves howled in joy as they awakened from their slumber. The kingdom regained its shining golden colors, and the people celebrated their freedom.

     Suddenly, the statue turned into an Iron Steed, adorned with gold, and spoke to the girl :

     “Thank you, dear girl. Only a kiss can make one’s heart beat. The curse is broken, and I shall reward your graciousness with a gift.”

     The Iron Steed bowed its head before her, allowing her to take the golden crown on its head. The girl smiled, put the crown on her head, and thanked the Steed and the wolves. Then yet again, she asked her question : 

     “I am searching for my brother. Please, have you seen him ?”

     “I know where you can find him” The Steed told her. “I will take you to the waterfall behind which the Enchantress lives, but I will not go any further.”

     Overjoyed, the young girl hugged the Steed, climbed on its back, and galloped away to the Enchantress’s domain. Soon they reached a waterfall of night sky, with stars falling down from the sky. 

     The young girl got off the Iron Steed’s back, thanked it once again, and passed through the black waterfall under the mocking sneers of ravens. She walked and walked into the unknown, crying out her brother’s name.

     Suddenly, a light appeared, and the darkness swirled around it like a storm. In a magical cloud of stars, The Enchantress appeared before the young girl’s eyes, maleficent, yet magnificent.

     “Oh please, lady of shadows,” pleaded the young girl “set my brother free ! He is just a boy and he is so little, he doesn’t know any better !”

    The Enchantress spoke with a cruel voice.

     “The more you get, the more you crave. If you have nothing to offer me then I have nothing to give you back !”

     The girl offered her the golden crown that the Iron Steed had given her. But the Enchantress only laughed.

     “Foolish girl ! I am queen of this village ! All the crowns and the jewels, let it be made of gold, silver, or bronze, are already mine !”

     So instead, the girl offered her a piece of the fresh and sweet scale that the Fish King had given her. But the Enchantress simply laughed again.

     “Foolish girl ! I am queen of this village ! All the fishes of the lake, whether big or small, from their bones to their scales, are already mine !”

     With a gulp, the girl offered her the flowers of the dress that the Dark Weaver had given her. But yet again, the Enchantress mocked her.

    “Foolish girl ! I am queen of this village ! Every flower of the land, blooming or not, from their stem to their petals, are already mine !”

    Desesprate, the girl offered her the few drops of blood left from the cup the King of Bats had given her. And all she received was, once again, the Enchantress’s vicious laugh.

     “Foolish girl ! I am queen of this village ! My subjects, from their hair to their blood, and their souls, are already mine !”

     Appalled by her wickedness, the young girl begged the Enchantress in the name of everything good in the world. But her heart was as black as the starless night, and made of nothing but coldness but evilness.

     So, with tears in her eyes, the young girl offered her all she had left. With a sharp raven’s feather, she cut off her beautiful red hair, and gave it to the Enchantress. 

     Surprised by her determination, the Enchantress did not laugh. She observed the gorgeous red hair carefully, before breaking the silence with her words :

     “Very well, foolish girl. I shall reward your perseverance with a gift : I will set your brother free, and you shall take him back home with you. However, if you dare take one single glance behind before reaching the exit, then his soul will remain in my village forever !”

     The girl nodded her head, and the darkness twirled around the star once more like a storm. The Enchantress vanished, and the little brother appeared frightening the ravens away with a wooden sword. He ran into his sister’s arms, crying tears of joy, as she held him tight against her heart.

     “Oh dear sister, please forgive me !” he cried out “I promise that I will always listen to you, and that I will always be very careful ! I love you more than anything in the world !”

     “I love you too, sweet brother. Let us go back home to mother ! But whatever you do, do not look behind you !”

    Hand in hand, the brother and the sister passed through the dark waterfall, and began their journey back to their home. As they walked through the Kingdom made of steel, the Iron Steed and the wolves howled :

     “Be quick, be quick, gracious girl ! But do not look behind you !”

     Then, they embarked on the boat to cross the perilous lake. And as they navigated, the Fish King and the sharks rose the surface to say :

     “Be quick, be quick, merciful girl ! But do not look behind you !”

     Once they reached the shore, the sister took her brother’s hand and led him across the cold graveyard. And as they walked through the fog, the Dark Weaver and the flowers whispered :

     “Be quick, be quick compassionate girl ! But do not look behind you !”

     Finally, they reached the dark forest and began running towards the sunrise’s light ahead of them. As they ran through the crooked trees, the King of Bats and his subjects chanted :

     “Be quick, be quick generous girl ! But do not look behind you !”

     But suddenly, the young girl tripped and fell over a thorn. And her little brother, who loved her more than anything in the world, looked behind to help his sister back up.

     Disaster ! Suddenly an immense flock of ravens flew across the trees, and the voice of the Enchantress filled the entire forest like a piercing thunder :

     “Reckless boy who nevers listens ! Now, your soul belongs to me ! You will never leave this village, never !”

     Taking one last chance to save him, the young girl pushed her brother into the light, sacrificing her soul, as a wave of black feather swallowed her whole. 

     The boy cried out his sister’s name, but it was already too late. The crooked trees of the forest fell down, blocking the entrance to the village, forever.

     Realizing only now what he had done, the poor boy fell to his knees and cried. The snake appeared once again, and rested its head against him as it hissed :

    “Unfortunate boy. It isssss because you loved your sister sssso much, and because she too loved you more than anything in the world, that you have lossssst her forever.”

     So, the little boy went back home alone, with an empty basket and an empty heart. And as he grew up into a tall strong man, he taught his children and his grandchildren to be generous, compassionate, merciful and gracious. 

     But also to always listen to their parents and their elder brothers and sisters. And to never ever wander close to the dark forest. Or else the evil Enchantress will eat them.

     And in the Village of Shadows their soul will forever remain.

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[ameliaylinen]

Chapter 5 to She’s a Carnivore is finished!

Here’s some hints as to what entails.

Just has some minor editing and peer review to finish and I’ll post it on Wattpad and AO3. You can find me under the name ⭐️Angelique_Brouchard⭐️

[averysexyleon]

“After that battle, he came here, and played the organ.  He simply wished to be left alone.  I suspect that has been his wish for a long, long time.  But Miranda forced him closer, made him a Lord and hailed him as a hero for his actions.  This, while condemning everything he did to help us .  He was a hero as long as he was her hero.  After he moved to the factory, the organ was never touched.  I see it as a symbol of his true want in this life.” 

Ethan’s voice was thin, saddened.  “To be left alone?”

“To be free,” she said with conviction.  “To be himself.  To be done with…” she tossed a hand at the rubble of the factory and village.  “...Her.  Think of how he felt to come back here.  To be alive after that.  And--” she poked Ethan in the chest, encouraging another half-smile from the blond.  “He chose to bring you here with him.  I would say you changed him long ago, Ethan.  The moment that he met you.”

[thefanficmonster]

Hello! I hope everything is going alright in your life. Could you write some headcanons for Lord Heisenberg and his beloved who is a calm and quiet person with a sensitive heart and thoughtful eyes? Thank you so much!

Of course darling! Thank you so much for your request and I'm so sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy 💕

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

Warnings: SPOILERS for Resident Evil Village

Genre: FLUFF, Romance

Toughened by the struggles of life, Karl's thick skin doesn't let much get to him

He could take berating from both Miranda and Alcina with a cocky lopsided grin and a sarcastic shake of the head

And in the end, he'd be the one still smiling while the aforementioned two would be fuming through the ears, harboring an even more frightening murderous intent towards the man

However, there is one thing that ticks him off like nothing else

The formerly mentioned women mixing your name in when throwing insults at him, pouring them upon him like rain

Yes, just your name leaving their lips sets every nerve in his body ablaze with the need to make them regret it

Imagine what wrath he'd bring down on them if they dared to use a derogatory adjective before your name though

Yeah, that's why no one's done it

Not only because of the consequences they'll face, but also because of the fact that they themselves know better than to spew something they know won't be true

They know what an angel you are

And that's exactly what they use against Karl, making sure he never forgets or mutes that voice at the back of his head constantly telling him he doesn't deserve you

He successfully turns a deaf ear to it more often than not, choosing to spend the majority of his time doing nothing but showering you with his adoration and affection

All of which you accept gleefully and return ten fold

You're what grounds him when he's seconds away from finishing his countdown to an explosion

You're the one who possesses the strength to lift him out of any dump he's in

You remind him of his humanity, remind him of how human he still is even after all that he's undergone that tried to change that

You're his anchor and he'd be damned if he ever let anything or anyone even think to bring you harm, let alone do it

[thewritersaddictions]

House Heisenberg: Karl Heisenberg- Scary Truth Part 1

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Pregnancy scare, scared reader, pregnancy bump, confused Heisenberg, slight anger, a little bit of blame, fluff, cuteness, father material, slight smut, 18+, teasing, semi-public sex,

Summary: Afraid of telling Karl you are pregnant, so you wait til you can't hide it anymore.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.0k

Resident 8 Master List // House Heisenberg Master List

Fucking Karl was like being on cloud nine. Fuck it was like living on cloud nine. No matter where in the old workshop, or down in the dirty Soldat cluttered factory. Hell, he’d take you right there if he felt like. This had just become your normal with Karl. He would fuck you awake, fuck you during his lunch break which he called was just you laying on your back and him eating you out.  

I was sure that Karl would eventually get bored with me, but that was anything from the truth. Rather the more we fucked the more Karl got intrigued I could tell. That look he gave me, those green eyes that could look through my soul into my heart. Rather it meant that we played games. Naughty games that had the possibility of getting the both of us in deep shit with Miranda.  

Miranda wasn’t the best fan of me, but it didn’t stop Karl from dragging me behind him late as always. Miranda always kept her gaze away from me, so it gave Karl the perfect opportunity to play with a piece of metal. Sliding it underneath the hem of my dress. The cool metal would graze over the warm and sensitive skin on my legs, up to graze my inner thighs. He was cocky, but bring this man in front of people who he despised and he became something different.  

Cool metal slipping past my inner thighs. Colder when it grazed over my soaked panties. I had to hide a whimper, Miranda would only stand for a few things, and be being here at this meeting was already too much for her. A rough whisper gave me shivers down my side as Karl couldn’t help but ask what the problem was. “What’s the problem buttercup?” Karl asked, he was always so damn cocky, even now.  

A soft sigh left my lips before I reached for his hand. Squeezing tighter and tighter as the cold metal began to tease my clit. Through soaked panties, in front of his family it never mattered to this man and I love him for it. Kept the dull life we had going around here in the valley, alive. Karl kept me alive with every motion of his metal powers, every flick of his tongue, every thrust his hips meeting mine with a force that I swear had broken a very many things around the workshop area.  

Excited would not be the word I would ever call Karl, but there was something different when he arrived back at the factory. The long walk, the biting cold and how much Karl had kept his hands all over me. He was nearly speed walking us back to the factory. Lycans had stayed far from us on our walk back home. “Love, what’s wrong? Did Miranda say something to piss you off?” I asked. The faster he walked us the more concerned I got. Whatever had gotten Karl pissed was sure going to see its death pretty soon.  

The gates opened with a grand slam. Hitting the other side of the fence. The workshops doors slamming open as well. “KARL?” I yelled finally the slamming was enough to send someone into a panic, but the fact that it was all that could be heard beside his loud breathing, it was killing me.  

“Buttercup. Just get inside please.” Karl said his voice was rougher than before, breaking at the end. Making a mental note that I wasn’t a fan of this loud but calm demeanor that he had going on right now. Karl nearly pushed me into the cool space of the workshop, the doors behind me slamming shut. “Karl seriously?” I was able to question him finally, but that was taken from me when I pulling into his arms. “You know how innocent you looked, sitting there in front of those dumbasses. Letting me take advantage of you however I wanted.” Karl groaned into my ear. My knees buckled, either from the weight of his words or from the damn pull that he had over my body. Our lips connected, not an ounce of softness behind it. Every bite of his teeth against my lips was a warning, a show of something greater within Karl.  

He took me right there, his hands nearly ripping the only clothes I had left. The sound of tears and groans coming from everywhere. The metal all around us began to shake a little the more frantic Karl was to get within my walls.  “No, tell me Karl how innocent did I look.” I said playing into the thoughts of his mind. He groans at my words, and lifts me up from the ground, placing me nicely on the bed. “You forget just how much I know your body sweetness.” He spoke. He stripped me of my shirts, and pants. Panties and bra on display for him to quack at later, for now he was talking.  

“I know just the pace you like it, all that deep pressure of my cock hitting your womb. The way it drives you crazy, eyes rolling in the back of your head. I know how many times you like it when I nudge the tip of my cock over your messy little clit before I finally fuck you deep and hard.” Karl said, all of those words meant something different in the right now.  

Once he was done, talking. I was stripping myself of the rest of my clothes. Panties I tried to save from the ravaging man that was above me. His cock always made me roll my eyes in the back of my head. He always made me feel like he was going to rip me at the core. He fucked me rough and hard that night. There wasn’t a single breath I was able to take. Our hips hitting every time he thrusted into me. That night Karl cam deep in me. “I know everything about my buttercup.” He said as he thrusted into my keeping up with the mounting energy, I wasn’t able to keep up with. That night he fucked me to sleep, and I was perfectly okay with it.  

Completed on: 12/28/22

Posted on: 12/29/22

House Heisenberg:

[thepaintedlady00]

Alright everyone! Update time 😂 I'm sick so I haven't been getting as much writing done as I'd like, but I am working on Nightshade Chapter 22. I do, however, have a question for y'all.

There are still like 30 or more chapters of Nightshade, but I'm really itching to write more just because I know a lot of y'all have been waiting for some of the other series to drop for a while and I don't wanna get burnt out of Nightshade content/inspiration. So I've been thinking that after Chapter 22 of Nightshade I'll take a bit of a break to post a few chapters of the Resident Evil fic as well as The Batman fic.

Obviously I'll give y'all a voice here so I know if the majority of you just want me to focus solely on Nightshade or if everyone's kinda wanting a bit more content. 😊

As always thank you all so much!

[fridgemagnethusband]

Die Schöne und das Biest

Interlude I: A Posture of Servitude

me, making my return to the RE scene with so much egg on my face: HEY YOU GUYS STILL HAVE THE HOTS FOR THIS OLD MAN, RIGHT?

to add insult to the injury of not updating for a year, i've also filled a sock with pennies and intend on slugging you all in the back of the head with it in the form of an Angsty Interlude™!!

"but gab!! what kind of fic has an interlude?"

dude, i don't know. this one i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

all that aside, nothing says "i've missed you all dearly" quite like our faves arguing. enjoy, buttercups <3

As it happens, you did not “see soon enough”. 

You weren’t even afforded the chance to, on account of the fact that you hadn’t had any contact with Heisenberg since your last conversation some several weeks prior. Even still, his words resounded in your ears as clear as the day he spoke them.

“Say, until I’ve caught this beast of ours, do me a favor and stay inside the factory grounds, huh?” He tightened the laces of his boots on the final step of the stairs and stood, brushing past you in the entryway as though he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.

“What? But I-”

“No exceptions,” he cuts you off. “I’m not about to go to the trouble of looking for a new assistant, and you’ve got more than enough reading to keep you occupied for now. I can drop supply lists off to the Duke on my way to meetings. You’ll leave them on your clipboard,” he stated matter-of-factly, roughly pulling on his coat. “You’re not religious, are you?”

“Well no, but I-”

"Good, no need to go to the church then either. I’ll see you at dinner.”

You weren’t given a moment to respond before the door to the flat was shut in your face. You spluttered indignantly as you pulled your own coat on and chased after him, struggling to shove your feet into your boots in your hurried state. By the time you made it fully out the door, the echo of his footsteps were already fading, his long shadow stretching across the floor in the dim light of the factory floor.

“Heisenberg, wait!” The groans and creaks of the factory swallowed your shouts as he strode onto the lift, shutting the cage behind him with a finality you didn’t recognize at the time. You stumbled over your untied boots and crashed into it, the momentum of your haste causing it to rattle. He didn’t spare you so much as a glance at the sound, which only served to make you more frustrated. You wove your fingers through the iron lattice, the cold metal biting your fingers, and searched his face for any signs of concession. 

“Don’t you think this is a bit excessive? I understand not allowing me into the woods, but asking me not to go into the village?"

“Telling.”

“What?”

“I’m not asking, I’m telling. You’re to stay within the factory grounds while I deal with this. I mean it, kid.”

Your thoughts raced, frantically looking for a way to outrun your newly acquired leash.

“What about the animals?”

“Sure, the stables are close enough, and I’m no good at collecting those damned eggs anyhow,” he threw a couple of levers before turning back to level you with an uncharacteristically stern look. “But no further. Do I make myself clear?”

You took a moment to measure the hard lines of his face and swallowed, giving an imperceptibly small nod.

“Y/N,” he growled, his voice a warning.

Your gazes locked, and you set your jaw at his tone before disentangling yourself and taking a step back from the cage. You brush your front off and clasp your hands neatly, adopting a posture of servitude.

“Yes, Lord Heisenberg.”

The steel of his eyes instantly darkened, and the strings of regret silently vibrated in your chest, plucked over and over as the weight of his title hung electric in the air between you. He moistened his lips, perhaps in preparation of all the words he wanted to say, but all he could manage was a single snarled word.

“Excellent.”

The lift lurched to life and Heisenberg sank into the factory, a turbulent cloud of steam from the unfamiliar machinery below left in his place. The strangely dense atmosphere engulfed you, and you breathed it in, its sickly sweet, slightly metallic scent your only hint as to what took place beneath your feet during the day.

You had stomped out into the yard, teeth gritted as though they could stop the anger rising in the back of your throat from spilling over, and took stock of just how much your world had shrunk over the course of a single one-sided conversation. Your vision swam as frustrated tears gathered in your eyes, and you wiped them away with a quick jerk of the back of your hand. It wasn’t as though you spent all that much time outside the factory grounds to begin with, but something about having the option to come and go as you pleased being taken away from you made you feel less like an assistant and more like a captive. 

What would become of your days off? Your visits to the Duke, or your parents? Foraging and fishing? The cottage?

Your irritation carried you to the stable, and you steadied yourself against the fence as you looked down the forest path, mind already wandering back to the herbalist’s humble lodgings. If the journal you’d taken with you was anything to go by, the little house held too many of the village’s secrets to resist, even if that meant disobeying Lord Heisenberg to get to them.

Lord Heisenberg. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, wincing as the exchange ran tormentous circles in your head. The combined weight of his look and your remorse could have carried you to the bottom of the reservoir ten times over.

If I were allowed near it, that is.

You exhaled through your mouth, gathering yourself as you considered the next course of action. You hesitated to entertain thoughts of defying orders so soon, but you weren’t above bargaining. 

“I’ll start with an apology, and then I’ll talk some sense into him over dinner,” you’d affirmed, crossing your arms against the chill of the morning. 

But dinner never came.

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