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zer0pm · 11 months

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Imagine working your first night in the village tavern and serving a drink to a man you catch sitting by his lonesome. He accepts your kind gesture and engages you in conversation. You didn’t realize you were talking to Lord Heisenberg until it was too late.

“Got a tall one with your name on it.”

The silver-haired man simply glances up at you from his seat, bright eyes switching between your smiling face and the full mug you’ve placed in front of him. The bored expression he wore previously relaxes into that of mild intrigue.

“I didn’t order that,” he says, amusement in his deep voice.

You shrug casually, “It’s on the house.”

When he didn’t say anything right away, you proceeded to explain yourself. “Barkeep mentioned you haven’t ordered anything since you got here. I figured I could spot you a round. Hope you don’t find it rude.”

To your surprise, the man chuckles, returning your patient smile with a toothy grin. “Can’t tell if you’re brave or just straight-up fucking strange. But you are definitely interesting, I’ll give you that.”

You tilt your head curiously, unsure of what to make of his comment. Perhaps, this stranger is one of those lone wolf types that rarely engage in social interaction. However, that didn’t seem correct. He seemed more like the type that enjoyed talking, if not just to hear the sound of his own voice. He has such a distinctive voice too, you found, the rich baritone hitting strings inside you that sent shivering notes tingling down your spine. You shudder not out of fear or anxiety, but out of genuine fascination.

The stranger takes the mug you’ve put down for him in one of his hands, lifting it by the handle and bringing it to his lips before tipping his head back. It gave you an opportunity to look him over. As you suspected, he is large in build. Burly and robust but not overly ripped in muscular definition. He looked strong and undeniably imposing, shaped by hard, laborious work. You imagine that if he wasn’t holding the mug at its handle, he could wrap his thick, calloused digits around the cup with ease. The loose shirt he wore had the sleeves rolled up, exposing several wiry scars that adorn the back of his hands and forearms. They varied in length and size, barely faded by time, and matched the old wounds that ran across his rugged face.

Questions danced upon your tongue on how he got his scars, but you thought better of it and bit them down. He looked different from the other men you’ve seen in the village and had a unique air about him too, one that you would be able to immediately spot in a busy crowd. He was quite handsome, in a rough sort of way.

The man must have noticed you staring for when you brought your eyes back up to his, he was already looking right at you. His bright gaze remained locked onto you even as he sets the drink back down with a quenched sigh, a devilish tongue swipes the excess liquid from damp lips before withdrawing behind wolfish teeth. The ends of his mouth tugs upwards, putting his canines into full display. The damn man is smirking again and his eyes had a knowing, teasing gleam to them. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, you bowed your head to hide the embarrassment burning on your cheeks.

Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, you take a step back. “I-I’m going to see to my other patrons, then. If you need anything else, just-”

“What’s your name, buttercup?” He cuts you off. There is an edge to his tone, as if daring you to move from your spot before him.

Buttercup? He’s giving you a petname? Is it derogatory or is it a genuine term of endearment? Either way, it made your face burn hotter.

Overwhelmed with the need to answer him immediately, you gave the stranger your name without a second thought. He repeats it in a low, slow drawl as if testing and savoring the sound on his tongue. Your heart picks up speed and you spoke up again in a futile attempt to calm the rapid beating.

“What’s yours?”

Like flipping a switch, the air between you two suddenly shifts. The wide smirk he wore falters and his brows furrow. These few words seemed to have disarmed him as the grey-haired man beholds you with a piercing glare, searching your face for any signs that you are joking or something. You could do nothing but stare back, balancing on the balls of your feet nervously. When he found that you were sincere in your question, he grasps his bearded chin thoughtfully.

“Intriguing,” he comments, his expression deeply pensive. His reply didn’t relieve any of the tension you were feeling and you wondered if you somehow offended him for not knowing who he is. “Are you local?”

Unable to fathom where his line of questioning was heading, you decided that it was best to answer him honestly as you have been doing thus far. “Uhh, yes, of course. Born and raised. Although, I’m not from the immediate area, if that’s what you mean.”

A thick silver brow arches. “So, I take it you’re not the religious sort, then.”

You shake your head. There was no helping the guilt taking root inside you. Clearly this man thinks that his identity should be apparent to you. Thinking about it, he does look sort of familiar but you couldn’t quite place him. You wished then that you paid more attention to the people around you in the weekly sermons.

“Not really,” you rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I rarely went to church. Not that I don’t follow the black faith, mind you. I just have other priorities. Life can be hard in the village, you know how it is.”

When he didn’t comment on this, you followed up with your own inquiry with the intention of making polite conversation. He mentioned religion, so…

“Are you a pastor?” That seemed like a logical thing to ask. But surely if he was leading the mass, you’d have remembered him right away. Maybe you simply missed each other in passing. You can’t shake the feeling that you do know him somewhere.

A bellowing laugh erupts from his throat. The man bends over on his seat, banging the wooden tabletop with a clenched fist as zealous humor consumed him. You didn’t notice that the rest of the tavern went completely quiet at his spontaneous outburst. When he finally sits back upright, he was in tears.

“Damn, you’re adorable!” He sighs deeply, his grin wide as he wipes the water from his eyes. “Do I look like the kind to give fucking sermons, buttercup?”

Again with the petname. You weren’t bothered by it this time. If anything, you took the lighthearted turn in the conversation as a good sign, pleased to see that the man looked like he was enjoying his time with you. Even at the expense of your embarrassment.

Deciding it best to play along, you returned his good humor with a playful smile of your own. “Looks can be deceiving.”

He scoffs, “Can say that again. Guess not everyone in Miranda’s herd is a sheep.”

You didn’t quite register that. “Excuse me?”

His hand waves off your question dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. You…”, the grey-haired man leans back against his chair, his lopsided smile bordered on teasing. “You get to call me Karl.”

A surprised hum escapes you, you didn’t expect a man so interesting to have such an ordinary name. Thankfully, he didn’t seem offended by the involuntary sound. Remembering you had a job to do, you throw him a courteous nod.

“Nice to meet you, Karl. I really should check on my other customers. Is there anything else I can get you?”

He casts you a playful look, “Are you on the menu?”

Although you were standing still, you nearly tripped over on the spot and tried to save face by quipping back. “Ha ha. Think you’re so smooth.”

Karl shrugs, reaching for the mug once more and inspecting the contents lazily. “I prefer to be rough. But no, I think this will do. For now.”

Your brain shut down after “rough” and you were quick to retreat back to the bar, ears turning red upon hearing his knowing chuckle as you created distance. So distracted by the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you that you failed to realize that the usual hustle and bustle of the busy tavern was completely void of sound. A loud bang of what sounded like someone slamming their hand against the wood harshly is all that it took to bring life back into the room and the patrons returning to their own devices. This somehow went under your notice too. You did not regain your wits until the barkeep you were working with for the night snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Oy! New blood! Didn’t I tell you not to bother that one?” he reproached you. Was that panic in his eyes?

You blink back at your distressed coworker. “If it’s about the free tankard, I’ll foot the lei. Everyone else looked like they were having a fine time besides him. That didn’t seem right to me.”

The frantic man shook his head fiercely, “Whether or not he is enjoying himself isn’t any of our business. He could very well be plotting his wrath upon this establishment for what you did!”

The excitement that was bubbling within you before is now replaced by confusion. “Why would Karl do that? Who is he?”

The barkeep’s face falls into that of pure shock. “Are you completely daft!? He’s-”

He chokes. Suddenly, his expression pales to an alarming shade of white. From the corner of your eye, you spot a large shadow looming and felt an imposing presence from your side.

You turn your head to see the man from before standing next to you. But this wasn’t the Karl that you spoke with earlier. He had the same face but wore more clothing- more distinct articles of clothing that made you freeze on the spot upon recognition. Afterall, who could ever miss the signature dirty trenchcoat, or the dark, round glasses, or the well-worn hat of Lord Heisenberg himself? Who dares not recognize one of the four nobles that rule over the village with an iron fist? Evidently you.

He didn’t meet your eyes right away, instead he had a deathly glare directed right at the barkeep who was now quivering in his boots. “Because I’m in a good mood,” the lord began, voice descended into a low growl, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear what you just called my new friend.” Lord Heisenberg then looks down at you behind black lenses, his demeanor shifting from threatening and terrifying to playful and pleasant.

His smile returns, seemingly wider than before, likely because he knows that you know who he is now. “Thanks for the drink, buttercup. I’ll see you real soon.” He pushes his shades down the bridge of his nose, winking at you before tipping his hat in an exaggerated head bow. With heavy footsteps, he takes his leave, not giving a second glance.

Your eyes followed him and lingered on the door he went through long after he left. There was a deafening silence. It filled the tavern for what seemed like an eternity before it was broken by the clanging of the metal tray you once held in your hands.

The lord of steel was here in the flesh. And you were talking to him so carelessly. And he was flirting with you so shamelessly. This was not how you expected your first day on the job to go. And he declared he intended to see you again.

You’re in deep trouble…

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buryustogether · 1 year

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the den of the wolf

karl heisenberg x f!reader

summary: karl voices his concerns about your safety now that he’s taken you as his lover.

word count: 1.6

warnings/tags: implied sexual relations, nudity, swearing

author’s note: anyways…

Any other woman would have run from him. Would have cowered in his shadow and trembled at the sound of his voice, would have prayed for forgiveness for whatever they could have done to earn his fearful wrath. They would have ducked their heads as they passed him, lowered their gaze in hopes he would walk right past them to wherever in hell he was ambling off to. He was terrifying, the most powerful Lord of the village who only showed his face when there was a debt to be collected or revenge to be extracted.

Any other woman would have run from him. Any other woman would have feared for her life.

But you did not. Instead of running, you stayed. Instead of ducking your head, you lifted yours to meet his gaze. Instead of praying for his gift of forgiveness, you embraced his wrath and accepted everything about him wholly.

The others down in the village said you had lost your mind to wander so close to a Lord’s heart - if they had them. They said you were not long for this earth any longer, that he would eventually lure you into that churning factory of his and devour you whole until you were nothing more than a piercing scream upon the air. No one held the Lord’s eye as long as you did, spoke to him as you did, without placing a target on their back.

You were insane, they whispered amongst themselves. To entangle yourself with the business and likes of Lord Heisenberg was plain suicide. Throwing oneself off the cliff near the edge of their perimeters would have been less painful. You could not be saved, and you were to be grieved. Your death would come swiftly, yet would be prolonged and slow and torturous. Everyone knew he enjoyed playing with his food.

Their murmurs were unable to penetrate the thick layers of snow covering the factory, the walls and the floors humming and warmed by the constant thrum of machinery down below. Their rumors were not welcome here, not within the workspace, nor the large bedroom protected within the heart of the giant machine. They did not wake you where you slept within the den of the feared wolf of the village, legs bent and arms drawn to yourself as you faced the edge of the mattress.

What did wake you was the slight shifting of clothing and the scrape of a chair against the ground. Your eyes opened to be met with the hazy picture of the window across the room, the sill piled high with pockets of snow. The next thing you took note of was the trembling ache that enveloped your body entirely - most persistently at the apex of your thighs. Your veins thrummed with exhaustion, limbs sore and neck bruised with littered love bites left there by sharp canines and insistent teeth.

The events of the previous night washed over you slowly, like an ocean’s ebb. A shot of adrenaline shot through you. You had shared a bed with a man for the first time - and not simply any man. Lord Karl Heisenberg himself. He’d touched you and felt you and made you sing such lovely songs for him until he knew your body better than herself. And then you’d fallen into this endless pit of darkness, your only purchase to the real world his hands upon you and his fingers carding through your hair and his chafed lips upon your face.

And here you lay now, in his bed, wrapped in his covers with his claim upon you still drumming through your body. You exhaled a sigh and blinked heavily. You felt content to sleep the day away here, enveloped in his scent and his feeling.

But the spot beside you was empty.

You mustered up what strength you could find within yourself and shifted over slightly. Your lover sat at his desk against the far wall, head ducked and his hand jumping as he scribbled upon pages with a pencil. His hair was secured up with a strip of leather, shirt unbuttoned and crumpled from the night prior.

Licking your lips and attempting to wet your dry mouth, you spoke softly. “Karl.”

Nothing short of enraptured by just your voice, his head lifted and he turned in his chair to look back at you. Even from here, you could see the stars dancing in his irises, the shadows and creases and specks of light that danced upon his face. He studied you for a short moment, wild strands escaping the leather and framing his whiskered jaw, before exhaling deep and climbing to his feet.

His knees cracked when he stood, a testament to just how long he had been tromping the grounds of the village down below. He was - because he said it was too much work to keep track any more - at least one hundred fifty. His mutations allowed him to outlive the world around him until there was nothing left but himself and his regrets. If there was any mercy left in the world, you would be there with him when the time came.

Karl let his weight come to rest on the mattress, then leaned over to gather you up in his arms. You marveled at his raw strength despite the small huff he gave upon settling you in his lap. The muscles in his arms flexed when he lifted you, the bit of pudge on his lower stomach tightened. When he relaxed again, holding you tight to himself spread across his thighs, he tucked your forehead against the warm nape of his neck and petted your hair.

Your could sense within the soft ticking and whirring in his chest something was the matter. You could barely keep your eyelids open, but you still implored, “What is it?”

He said nothing at first, but you knew your words struck him deep, because his grip around you became tighter and the petting of your hair became slightly rougher. His beard scratched your forehead slightly as he grumbled, “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about.”

You blinked a moment. How foreign it was to hear a Lord of the village calling you pretty, holding you this way, with your bare chest pressed against his and your faces so close. “If it bothers you,” you murmured, “it bothers me.”

His chest jumped slightly with a gentle chuckle, one that you felt reverberate through your body. Your grip on him tightened; his on you, as well. “You are a nosy little villager, aren’t you?”

You said nothing, waiting expectantly.

Finally, he caved with a sigh that fanned across the shell of your ear. You shivered, and he reached down to pull a blanket around your shoulders. He said, choosing his words with the same care he placed into his projects, “Miranda can’t know about you. About… this.”

“I expect your mother would be happy you’ve taken a woman as your own,” you joked and smiled into his neck. “You would be the first of the Lords to do so.” Your grin faded slightly as a troubling, thunderous thought entered your mind. “That is, if… if you’ll still have me that far into the future.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His words drove themselves into your chest like bullets as he pulled you up and held your face, bare hands warm against your cheeks. He gazed at you as if you were the solution to every problem he had, and it nearly brought tears to your eyes. He touched his forehead to yours, an action so gentle and unlike his usual gruff demeanor. He said, “I’ll always want you. I’ll always have you.”

You pursed your lips. You could drown in this sensation - of being wanted, and wanting just the same in return.

But that same downcast, almost saddened expression melted over his features again. “If she knew about you, she would take you away from me. Do things to you I couldn’t live with myself knowing happened.” His lips twitched. “That’s what mothers do, huh? Take away their brat’s toys when they misbehave.” One of his hands brushed your hair from your face, sliding a thumb across your cheek that left tingles in its wake. “You have to stay here, sweetheart. Where I can know you’re safe. And warm. And out of that bitch’s hands.”

“Okay.” The answer came so swiftly it nearly surprised the both of you. There came no hesitation or thought over it. There was no need. You lived by yourself in the village; you had no one to look after. And the other villagers thought as much of you as a begging dog at the foot of a king. You had nothing to leave behind.

And the idea of at last being eternally close to him at all hours of the day, no matter the time… it coursed your heart with a sense of pride and joy and love.

“Yeah?” he said, as if he needed one more confirmation to hear what you truly said.

You nodded your head once, resting your hand on the back of his neck so that your foreheads touched once more. “Yes,” you murmured. “Wherever you want me, I’ll be there.”

There came a moment of stillness between you, in which Karl’s throat bobbed slightly and his brows twitched as if they ached to draw together. Instead, he tipped his head and connected his lips to yours, grasping you tighter than he had even the prior night.

You were his now, and he, yours.

No one was going to take you from him.

No one.

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margaretoakgrove · 1 month

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Gift for birthday

Walking the thorny road of your uneasy life, you managed to comprehend one simple yet great mystery of that the appearance of a person frequently can be deceiving and far from always reflect their authentic essence.

You came to this conclusion after on your path you had met many people who were flawlessly beautiful outside but disgustingly ugly on the inside, and also those few ones who behind their brutal exterior, in fact, hid an incredibly gentle soul.

And to your grand happiness your beloved Karl Heisenberg proved to be exactly that same kind of man.

But, unfortunetaly, here in this located in a mountainous region of Eastern Europe remote little village because of his rather formidable looks, rank of being one of the Four Lords of the village lands and unnatural for human beings powers of controlling different metal objects only with his mind Karl was perceived by the local residents as an arrogant and incapable of love or compassion extremely dangerous individual, but only to you Heisenberg opened up his genuinely caring, fun-loving and sensetive nature and all the truth about that cruel and egoistic Mother Miranda forced him to become her obedient servant against his own will, and that already quite for a long time he had been dreaming to be free of the oppression of her barbarous tyranny.

Actually, one needs to say that it was not only one dream which the Lord was seriously intended to turn into reality one day.

Yesterday early in the morning when both of you were sitting at the kitchen table and nicely chatting over a cup of freshly brewed fragnant coffee he honestly confessed to you that at least for once in his entire life he would really like to properly celebrate his own birthday with real presents and a real big birthday cake.

To hear this amazing news from the Lord you were indescribably glad as before in your conversations he had never told you even when his birthday was, and what joy that was for you to find out that it was supposed to be already on the next day!

Determined to make your beloved feel a little bit more happier, you conceived to secretly organize a small pleasant surprise for him by preparing a homemade festive cake and a lovely useful gift, despite the fact that Karl was not going to celebrate his birthday so soon for the simple reason that, as he himself said, he didn't have absolutely any time for entertainments as at the current moment the total elimination of Miranda was the number one goal for him, that is why his tomorrow's birthday Heisenberg planned to spend just like one of his most regular days, hoping at least not to cross paths anywhere with his adopted family, the members of which he had always sincerely dispised.

But all these plans and hopes of the Lord crumbled into dust when at the crack of dawn he was unceremoniously awakened by the unexpected telephone call of Mother Miranda herself. As it turned out, "her highness crazy witch" for some unknown reason decided to arrange an unscheduled family gathering and demanded for her "son" to partake in it along with his siblings and arrive for this to the cave church asap, thereby not leaving him even the slightest chance to normally wash his face, let alone have some breakfast.

Hastily dressed, our birthday man, fiercely cursing Miranda for so brazenly spoiling all his day today, went outside where nature unfriendly greeted him with a massive snowfall accompanied by the powerful gusts of a freezing wind.

"Fucking matches..." He grumbled under his breath, trying to light a cuban cigar with no success. "Always extinguish even from the slightest breeze..."

You volunteered to walk the Lord right to the main factory gates, paying zero attention to all of his insistent protests not to do that in such a cold stormy weather. On his covered with deep scars stubbled cheek you placed a light goodbye kiss, and once the burly figure of your beloved disappeared on the opposite side of the stone bridge you immediately hurried back to the factory in order to get everything what was needed ready for his return...

As Heisenberg suspected this family meeting promised to be unbelievably prolonged, and it seemed to him that it lasted for a whole eternity. For many long hours straight Karl, chewing an unlit cigar, had been sitting on a wide wooden bench inside the cave church and, from time to time heavily sighing and rolling his eyes in irritated manner, listening to the insane dictatorial nonsense of the family head, the poisonous insults of Lady Dimitrescu that she was spitting right in his face, the nasty high-pitched squeal of Donna's creepy porcelain doll and the constant childish whining of Moreau. Not having a single crumb of bread within his stomach since early morning and chilled to the bone, Heisenberg eagerly awaited this freak show to end as soon as possible so that he could come back to the saving walls of his old factory and just forget about this frankly lousy day within your warm comforting embrace.

But to reach his safe refuge the Lord, unfortunately, managed only very late in the evening after he had accomplished to do everything he was strictly ordered to, namely, calmed down the went crazy Lycans in the Stronghold and got rid of the mess in the village workshop. Barely dragging his feet from extreme tiredness, the man, upon entering the bedroom and throwing off his outerwear, with noise flopped down on the shabby leather couch and, closing his eyes, let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was home.

"Karl? You back?" Your quiet voice delicately interrupted your beloved's welcome respite, making him to open his eyes again, and having noticed your presence in the doorway of the bedroom, he couldn't help but slightly smile.

"Yes, princess. I'm back."

"It's pretty late. You must be very tired and hungry. Let's go to the kitchen! I've made a dinner for us."

"Sounds perfect." And with these words Heisenberg slowly stood up and trudged after you in the direction of the kitchen.

"Hey, what's this?" Karl whistled in surprise, motioning his head towards the kitchen table in the center of which adorned a deliciously smelling fresh apple cake surrounded by many plates with his especially favorite dishes.

"Um, Karl..." From overwhelming excitement all that tremendous speech which you had been composing since the previous day specially for this occasion in a blink evaporated from your memory. "I just...I just wanted to say...um... Here! Happy birthday, darling! Please accept this humble gift from me to you!"

The gaze of the Lord fell on a laying within your palms silver lighter with the engraved on it image of a beautiful steed, which you had bought from the Duke for a rather hefty sum.

"I noticed that you always light cigars with matches, but it seemed to me that for you they are not very comfortable in using. And then i thought maybe a lighter would be more helpful in this case, so..."

From your trembling hands the man took the lighter extremely carefully as if it was made not of metal but of fragile glass.

"All right, sweetheart...You...huh...You cooked all this food, baked this cake, spent your money on this obviously damn expensive thing, and what do you want to tell me? Do you want to tell me that you did all of this...for me?"

"Well...Well yes! Yes, that's right!"

Judjing by his puzzled facial expression, it was safe to say your beloved was truly shocked by everything what's happening right now, and it was no wonder because absolutely nobody in his entire life had ever done even something similar for him.

"So...Why are we still standing? The food is getting cold! Come on! Let's take a sit at the table!"

The blizzard, which had been furiously raging outside throughout the day, little by little, had begun to abate, and out of the snow gloomy clouds appeared the large silvery moon whose tranquil light unobtrusively penetrated through a small window into the kitchen where Heisenberg and you were enjoying the festive meal in each other's company. At your request, Karl told you how the family gathering went, but instead of narrating you about this extremely unpleasant event in a negative way, he started cracking shameless yet hilarious jokes about his hateful siblings, and your contagious laughter, caused by these jokes, after all those disgusting nasties that he had to hear today out acted like a healing balm to his soul.

Suddenly, Gymnopedie No.1 by Erik Satie smoothly played on the radio, and to your mind came a wonderful idea.

"May i have this dance, my Lord?" Playfully smiling, you politely held out the man your hand.

"Sure!" Not even thinking, Heisenberg immediately accepted your invitation to dance. "But i consider it my duty to warn you that i can't dance at all."

"Me too! So i am deeply apologizing in advance for accidentally stepping on your feet a huge number of times!"

In the dimly illuminated by a couple of oil lanterns kitchen both of you were slightly swaying in a slow dance to the soothing sounds of the marvelous melody in each other's arms. Placing his rough hand on your waist, Karl was gradually pulling you closer and closer to his wide sturdy chest, and when you rested your head on his strong shoulder he a bit nuzzled your soft silky hair, inhaling with pleasure its subtle delightful scent.

Fully immersed in the relaxing atmosphere of calmness, at least for tonight the Lord entirely forgot about all of his pressing daily problems the thoughts of which permanently created disorderly chaos in his head, and at this divine moment of complete peacefulness it seemed to him as if in the whole entire world existed only you and only him, silently dancing in this cozy semi-darkness.

After a few short minutes, silence that followed the melted in the air music softly stopped the slow romantic dance of yours, and then you looked up at your beloved just in order to catch him looking back at you with a gaze filled with nothing other than tenderness and adoration.

"I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done for me tonight." Carefully Heisenberg tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Thank me? But...But you shouldn't thank me. I...I haven't really done anything special..." This affectionate gesture in combination with the low tone of his raspy voice made you unavoidably redden like a ripe juicy strawberry. "You deserve this, Karl. You do truly deserve this. You deserve all of this and even more. And if i only could give you this more, believe me, i would gladly do that for you, not awaiting from you anything in exchange because... because i love you too much...that's all..."

"My Buttercup...My kind little Buttercup..." And Karl, upon cupping your face with his hands as gently as he could, placed a kiss on your lips, in sweetness to which, in your opinion, even candied honey could not be compared. You didn't break this adorable kiss to ask the Lord what happened when you noticed a crystal-clear tear rolling down his cheek because for you everything was understandable enough without any words: probably for the first time in his entire life your beloved now was quietly crying with genuine happiness, and from the realization that you managed to fulfill one of the cherished dreams of his you yourself became even more happier than you had already been...

This peaceful night before going to bed Heisenberg decided to go outside in order to have a smoke. With the help of his new lighter Karl easily lighten up a cuban cigar on the very first attempt and contentedly took several deep puffs.

Leisurely savoring the bitter taste of the tobacco smoke, simultaneously the Lord was gazing at the dark nocturnal sky strewn with millions of bright sparkling stars just when one of them at lightning speed was leaving its abode once and for all, and, without hesitation, he quickly made a birthday wish.

It is not difficult to guess what kind of wish your beloved made because more than anything else he truly wished to be with you forever no matter what as for him you doubtelessly were the most priceless gift which he was so lucky to receive from the Universe herself, and to her for such a boundless generousity the man was infinitely grateful.

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aceswritingcorner · 11 months

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Gn! reader

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Heisenberg has always been handsome.

Even from his younger years, before the gray hairs overshadowed his darker strands, he was handsome. Decades passed and the man kept his looks, no matter what he wore or how he looked, one word could always be brought to mind when you looked at him.

“Hello, handsome,” they hummed, setting the fresh water down next to his work station. A small smile playing on their lips as they looked at the man with a cigar held between his teeth. “Still working on that mini you?”

Heisenberg snickered against the cigar, reddened cuts running across his face as the marks slowly healed. It would definitely leave some scars- His hands calloused over from work as he continued to tinker with the inner workings of a small metal robotic. “Gotta get it working for you.”

“Can’t have me alone, hm?” They hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head as they ran a hand through his hair. “Got some water for you, make sure to stay hydrated.” They mumbled softly against him, gentle touches being rubbed against his shoulders as he nodded. As much as Karl hated what he got turned to, with you by his side, he’d face it if it meant he’d keep you.

“ -Pay attention!” Ethan hissed at you with a small push as you shook your head, looking around as the two of you walked through the town. You were stuck with him, trying to find his daughter, but you couldn’t shake the feeling. Monsters lurked everywhere as a voice broke through a scrambled screen.

The picture of the horse shown against the scrambled lines, it was the final Lord, gauding Ethan as he spoke. Questioning the man’s actions as you furrowed your eyebrows, you’ve heard that voice before.

“Buttercup, c'mere.” The words muttered with a soft gruffness you had gotten used to as Karl wrapped his arms around you, burying his face against the crook of your shoulder. Words were unsaid as you hummed, cupping a hand against his cheek as you looked at him. What Karl would do to have moments like these-

“-Truth hurts, don’t it?”

A voice came through as Ethan turned from the pictures on the wall as you took a step back from him. Knife clutched tightly in your hand as you looked at the man, Ethan’s hands shakily holding the gun up as he panted. This had to be Heisenberg-

“Let me guess. You’re thinking take me out like the others, and then you get to save Rose, right?”

“I’m healing my daughter.” Ethan growled back at the man, taking a step closer as he moved his gun down.

Heisenberg blew a cloud of smoke from his cigar, looking up at the man as his eyes glanced at you from behind the darkened shades covering his eyes. No. He was just going crazy. “Look, y-you’ve got this all wrong. Dammit, I’m talking here!”

A roar of what could be said as a saw roared as the man sighed, walking to a grated hole before lifting the cover, “Shut your fucking hole! Sorry about that.” He calmly spoke, bowing his head slightly as he looked down.

You chuckled quietly at the difference in behavior as you glanced at the hole, whatever was down there didn’t seem all too friendly.

Heisenberg continued talking, forcing Ethan into a chair as you stepped back closer to the wall. You were right- Miranda was trying to play him, he was just a toy to her. Heisenberg wanted to use Rose as a way to kill her- there was no way in hell that that baby was normal and you were right…

You watched as the man grabbed Ethan’s forearm, hovering the chair over the open grate he had been yelling at as your eyes widened. “Your funeral.” Karl let go of his arm, watching as Ethan fell through the hole as you ran closer to it. “Ethan!”

Karl raised an eyebrow at your form, holding an arm out against your chest to keep you from falling into the hole as he pushed you back. “My lycans and soldats will deal with him. As for you,” He hummed, looking at your form. “What’s your name?” He nearly demanded, moving his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.

“W-what?” You stammered, attempting to move back onto your feet as you looked at the man.

“What’s your name?” He repeated, looking at you as he moved back to the wall of pictures, that now held a slash against them.

“Y/n..” You swallowed, watching the man cautiously.

Heisenberg growled under his breath, looking at you before grabbing his hammer as he stalked towards you, pulling you closer. “You’re staying with me.”

Darkened shades covering his eyes, scanning over the features of your face as he looked at your form. A shaky exhale passed through lips as he breathed out the smoke from his cigar before stubbing it underneath his boot.

He was going to end Miranda. No matter how long it fucking took.

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rengokuneedshugs · 2 years

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More hisenberg rlly I like the whole vibe of what

You write lopp

Oooh absolutely my dear! These will be headcanons for a cuddly day with Karl! I hope you enjoy!!!

Karl Heisenberg Cuddle! Headcanons!

He'll never say it but he loves to cuddle

It's close and warm

He's never had good touches so cuddles and snuggles are like gold to him

His so called family was never kind to him and so these days where the two of you don't have anything to do are his favorite

He used to hold himself up in his workshop finding anything to do

But now he doesn't want anything

Just you

He wants to hold you close to his chest to feel that warmth of his lover in his arms

Sometimes the two of you stay in bed all day just holding each other

cuddling is his destress time so he tries to get it as much as possible

He also loves to feel/hear your heartbeat

It's an anxiety reliever for him

But he'll never fess up to having anxiety or even panic attacks

That's okay though

You're with him through thick and thin

It's never a hard feat to calm him through cuddles though

Every now and again when he decides he wants to do nothing but cuddle he'll search the factory until he finds you

And when he does he picks you up and carries you to bed

What's that? you have things to do?

Nah

It can wait

Pet his hair

He loves it so much

Sometimes you could swear he starts falling asleep as soon as you touch him

And if you have nails

Oh goodness the nails

He loves it when you scratch his scalp and back

when the two of you lay down to cuddle most the time he's shirtless and you ofc take advantage of the back scratchy times

You're one of the only people he'll let see him without a shirt so cherish that

Long story short he needs love and affection and cuddles to the max

He can't even sleep right without you in his arms

He's down bad and he's okay with it

He loves those quiet moments after you share a goodnight and doze off in each others arms

They're some of his favorites

WELP that's all for this one but if you want more cuddly heisenberg things let me know PLEASE my brain is actually full of this stuff i just want to share the love BUT as always have an amazing day/evening/night and thank you for reading i hope you enjoyed! Make sure to drink some water today and eat a whole meal! And if you enjoyed share some love and if you have any ideas or questions you can AMA!!!!

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ilovedonnabeneviento · 10 months

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I don't remember if I've posted this before but heisenberg has such a big ego it's as big as grimace

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andromedaspark · 1 year

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Do you think Karl Heisenberg would be a Red Bull guy, a Rockstar guy, or a Monster guy?

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fandom-imagines · 2 years

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It was strange how quickly someone could change your entire life in the most unexpected and inexplainable ways. Someone could enter your life without warning and could change your entire world. Of course, Heisenberg had always doubted this, doubted all those ‘disgusting fairy tales’, because nothing like that could ever happen to him, right? At least, he thought so until she came into his life.

She was the light of his life, for lack of a better term.

Her presence lit up the entire room, making his mood better, no matter how bad it was before she arrived. He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her, in fact, he’d do anything to prevent that; anything to keep the smile on her face because God forbid anything ever took that from her. Now he wasn’t one for all the soppiness, not at all, but she had changed him, and he wasn’t sure if it was the better, especially considering that he could barely even speak to her.

It wasn’t even that he didn’t want to, he simply couldn’t. Whenever she would shoot him her perfect smile, something inside his brain would short circuit and he would stand their silently. Karl, of course, resented this about him and tried his best to speak to her but it never worked in his favour. All he wanted was to be able to talk to her, to be able to hold her, but of course the world was, once again, against him as it always had been.

An annoyed huff left Heisenberg’s lips as he crushed the cigar beneath his boot, smoke flying up into the air in little clouds.

Fuckin’ Miranda and her stupid fuckin’ plans, he cursed internally. God, how he couldn’t wait to end her pathetic fuckin’ existence and her stupid plans.

Another stupid meeting that had ended in Lady Supersized-Bitch being her stupid supersized self and her annoying voice. Oh how he hated her. Even worse, Y/N was there to witness their argument, no matter how much he wished that she wasn’t there to see that happen, to see him like that. No matter how hard he tried to contain himself to not scare her, he couldn’t help it and now he was paying the price: the regret and self-loathing.

He wasn’t entirely sure when he had fallen asleep, but he sure as hell wasn’t happy at whoever had woken him up by banging at the door of the factory. They weren’t even necessarily loud, in fact, they were quite gentle, as though they were afraid of angering him, but he was a light sleeper and now they were about to regret it.

“What the fuck do yo- Y/N?”

Eyes wide, Heisenberg made a failed attempt at apologising for his initial harshness, something that made the girl giggle, a noise that sounded like heaven to the man, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Hi,” she grinned at him, the same breath-taking grin she always wore. “How are you doing?”

“I-“Heisenberg stuttered, speechless once again, the silence making him awkwardly rub the back of his neck.

“What is it?” She asked. “Do I make you nervous?” Whilst her words were supposed to be a joke, the blush on his cheeks darkened, making Karl curse his body internally.

At his silence, one that gave away the answer alongside the blush, Y/N’s eyes widened, a blush forming on her own cheeks.

Nervousness radiated from Y/N as she took a few steps towards the inventor, lifting herself onto her toes before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving him with a shy smile and some simple words: ‘you make me nervous too’.

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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

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

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

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

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Humor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Karl would not allow that

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

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

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therewasatale · 1 year

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My lord (Part 2)

Part 2 - belong to me

On Ao3.

Part 1

There was no mirror in the bathroom. There was no a mirror in the room in fact. Heisenberg didn't really care about his appearance, he didn’t even like seeing himself. Especially not when he wasn’t wearing his clothes.

Entering the shower, he stood there for long minutes, allowing the flowing hot water to warm up his body. He closed his eyes and nodded his head back, just letting his hair cling to his back. He will have to cut it shorter soon. But for now, he just let the water drops ran down on his body, sliding over his scars on the way.

The Cadou endowed him with an almost unimaginable power. So much, that there were moments, when he felt indestructible. Still like everything, the parasite had its own weakness. The one inside him had problems with regeneration. He was unable to withstand the same level of resistance as the Dimitrescu bitch. Although, he was still better than Moraue.

Of the many bad ones, at least he did not transform or evolve back to the intellectual level of a plankton.

His hand began to twitch. He started massaging it, just like you did. But of course, it didn’t feel nearly as good. Heisenberg couldn’t steer his mind away from the roughness of his own skin, despite trying in in vain to remember the silky touch of your fingers.

You were completely different from him. Patient, thoughtful, gentle, and attentive, yet you could be cheeky and stand Heisenberg’s barbs and quips. And thanks to your knowledge, you have become a great helper over the years. You didn’t fit into the factory, it was a dangerous and deadly place.

And yet, Lord Heisenberg found himself thinking of you. More and more and more. And even though you didn’t fit in this cold metal place, he did feel your place was beside him. He wanted you to stay by his side.

The knocking was barely audible. He turned off the water.

"What?"

"Here's the tea you asked for!" You shouted through the door. You were not allowed to enter until he gave you permission.

"Just a second!"

He took clean clothes and then wiped his hair and exited the bath. The steam slowly swirled around his body and spread around the room until it became nothing. "Come in." He gestured with two fingers and the door opened itself in front of you.

"Thank you." You held in your hands a tray on which a pitcher and a metal mug rested. Hot steam was swirling from the latter.

"I made rosehip tea, it'll help relax a little bit." You placed the tray on the table next to your bed and then looked him up and down. "How is your hand?"

"Still tingling," he moved his fingers. "But not in a bad way."

"Come on," you gestured towards his bed and took a seat. "I bet your shoulders could use some work too."

Nervousness tightened Heisenberg's stomach into a stomach. He glanced down at himself. However, before he could tell you something you spoke up.

"You don't have to take off your shirt, don't worry." You nodded slowly.

He hesitated for a few moments, his heart began beating faster, just from the thought. He wanted to trust you from the depths of his soul, the faulty part of his logic tried to protest that you can betray him any time, you could stab him in the back without any notice.

He took a step towards you and then sat down on the bed, sighing slightly.

"Alright. Just a bit, since even I know I'm always hunching over."

"As you wish." You glanced towards his shoulders, and you too needed a few seconds to calm your heart. When you touched his skin, you felt the muscles tighten under your fingers and then relaxed as a result of your caress.

First you only touched him gently, you barely put any pressure into your movements increasing it little by little. His body shivered under your touch, and yet he only leaned closer to your hand. Your fingers wandered slowly around his neck, his skin was still hot from the bath. His muscles were still tight, but the hot water loosened them a little.

Maybe he closed his eyes or finally relaxed because his breathing slowed, and he let out a pleasant moan. You could feel several small scars on the back of his neck and nape, you caressed his skin it along the line of his white shirt, and then started massaging again. You could only speculate where or when he got this many wounds from.

Heisenberg swallowed softly as you touched one of his sensitive points, unable to stop the pleasant chill from running down his spine. He shouldn't have allowed you to get this close. He couldn't really tell himself when you became this important to him. Because you became important.

In the past he couldn’t care less if you got lost inside the factory for hours or if you couldn’t sleep due to the machine noises. It was downright entertaining that he could watch the struggles of a simple human like you, somehow it made him more satisfied with his own fate.

Finally, someone else has experienced what it is like to live and suffer in this damnable place. However, after each terrible day, you woke up with more strength and determination, and you learned. You wanted to improve. You wanted to become better, more useful. And that didn't just impress the lord.

His childishness was only a disguise of infinite loneliness, which he was only willing to admit to himself in his darkest days. Mother Miranda condemned him to a life he never wanted for himself.

In his darker days, when he couldn't pay attention to his work and his thoughts bubbled to the surface, he was overwhelmed with loneliness. In those day his anger subsided into faint embers. He had to fight alone against a creature much stronger than him.

He didn’t even know the limits of its abilities. And though he did his best, he gathered countless ideas, the knowledge that he could not share them with anyone and could not trust anyone to help with them ate him away from the inside.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, and you started to massage his scalp in gentle circles. At your touch a pleasant tingle ran through him as you tried to ease his pain. He opened his eyes and found himself completely leaning against you.

"When-"

"I think exhaustion knocked you out for a second." You answered softly, gently stroking his forehead. You followed the line of his face, and chin with your fingers. "Have some rest."

He could faintly feel your finger on his lips. "I shouldn't trust you."

You ran your fingers down to his chin over and then up again, before slowly caressing it around his neck. You were able to feel his heartbeat under your fingers.

"You saved me. And that night you said you'd take me with you in exchange for my life." You hugged him closer with your arms. "Why would I want to betray you when my life is in your hands?" You asked as you buried your face into his hair.

The room was filled with the sound of your soft breaths.

Heisenberg would have sworn you could hear his heartbeat too; it was drumming so loud in his ear. By now the bath was far from the only reason his face was blushed. He almost forgot what he was thinking about. He let out a snort. "You god damn fool."

As he pulled away from you, you expected you to argue, that he became angry with you about something. Maybe it was a mistake to be this honest. You were about to speak, but he stifled the word.

His lips found yours as he pushed you down on the bed. Your face flared up again and your body trembled. Still, you couldn't concentrate on anything but kissing him back just fiercely as he did you. He was hungry, and wild, yet you could feel his immense loneliness too.

"You god damn right, I have your life." He pulled away for a second looking down into your eye. "So, you'll do as I say, and you'll help me destroy that lunatic bitch, and you'll even go to hell with me." His fingers gripped deep into the blanket next to your head. His gray eyes almost glowed, but you could only smile.

"Yes, my lord." You reached up and gently caressed his cheek, letting him pull you back into another kiss.

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stellahaze135 · 1 year

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Imagine doin sexy stuff with Karl and in the background is playing Desperado by Rihanna like a scene out of a HBO/Showtime show!

Ohohoh! And Candyman by Christina Aguilera for like frisky times or mischievousness time!

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rurivu · 1 year

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Heisenberg family whaaat???🎭

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margaretoakgrove · 1 year

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Insomnia cure

That was another sleepless night in the old factory where Heisenberg and you lived together on the very outskirts of a small romanian village.

No, that was not one of those moments when Karl, being full of absolute enthusiasm, was eager to work on his ingenius projects all night long, even, oftentimes, entirely forgetting to have a break and take a short nap.

Tonight no matter how desperately he wished to close his weary eyes and fall into a sweet nights slumber, so desired sleep, unfortunately, refused to visit him at all again.

Cruel and merciless insomnia had began to stalk the lord approximately one week ago, and, actually, it is no wonder.

His entire life which was the definition of stress itself, with time, took its tool on him.

The intense and hard work on the noisiest floors of the factory, the brainwashed local villagers who blindly worshiped that mad witch's goddamn cult, not wanting to see the truth hidden behind the curtain of deceit; his adopted siblings that always got on his nerves and simply riled him up, and the head of the so called "family" herself who didin't want to leave his mind alone even in the time of night, turning ruthlessly his dreams into horrible night terrors.

All these highly negative aspects of the lord's living, in the afterwards, led to a constant body tension, an endless stream of anxious thoughts and to the severe sleeplessness.

Being very well aware of Heisenberg's sleep struggles and worried about his state of health no end, you could not sleep at all as well, that's why in this midnight hour both of you were sitting on an old worn leather couch in a small room, illuminated only by the dim light of a table lamp.

While Karl was staring at the floor under his feet and, from time to time, rubbing tirely his eyes, you, in turn, were looking furtively at him, making sure once more how beautiful in your eyes he really was, and, following the calling of your heart itself, decided you to break so long lasting silence between you both.

"Karl?" You called out in a soft silent voice.

"Mm?" Briefly he responded.

"You know…I…i love the colour of your hair. I truly do."

Heisenberg slowly turned his gaze from the floor to you, giving you a tired yet genuine smile.

"Why, thank you, sweetheart. I take it as a compliment."

You moved to him a little closer and carefully took within your hand one strand of his grey hair.

"Silver colour is so splendid. One of my favorites. It gets an impression as though once the moon herself touched your head with its silver light, and your hair turned grey after that."

"Well, well. It looks like someone in this room is a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" Chuckled Heisenberg, innerly admiting that everything you said was quite nice for him to hear.

"Maybe." You smiled shyly in response.

Unexpectedly for Karl, you placed your other hand on his cheek covered with deep scars.

"And these scars of yours…" Silently you whispered, while your eyes were running over the lord's face, as if exploring it like a treasure map.

"They are ugly, right?" A note of bitterness you caught within his husky voice.

"No, not at all. The scars don't spoil you one bit. Quite opposite, they add some peculiar unique charm to you." And Heisenberg once more chuckled at such a rather pleasant compliment to his side from you.

Being driven by your own tender feelings, you started slowly tracing with your fingertips over each scar on the lord's so handsome for you face. To Karl your so gentle touches felt like smoothly gliding along his skin the softest feather, and his exhausted body began to gradually warm up from the inside from these wonderful sensations.

You affectionately kept on stroking the face, ears and neck of your loved one, running periodically your fingers through his silver hair. A wave of pleasant shivers ran down Karl's back, and he rolled his eyes, slightly parting his lips in an utter pleasure.

At that moment Heisenberg was completely sure that he was being in a true paradise. In the paradise he had never seen and known until you came, like the sweetest of all angels, into his chaotic stressful life and showed him with your love, tenderness and care how the true paradise really felt and looked.

"Y/N…" The lord whispered your so dear to his heart name, but you gently placed your point finger on the soft warm and pouty lips of his that, in your opinion, were just created for loving kisses.

"Shh…Everything is alright, my love. Everything is alright…" Like a soothing music was your silent voice for him. "It's been a quite rough time for you. It's been a quite rough time...But now, my dear, you should have a good rest because, believe me, you deserve it. You do truly deserve it..." And having said the last words right onto the lord's lips, you couldn't help yourself but kissed the small scar on his lower lip.

Soon enough all his face you began to slowly cover with light and tender kisses, and Karl, not even realizing that himself, wrapped his arm around your waist, closer and closer pulling you to him, innerly desiring for this sweet caress to last forever because right now he felt so good, so tranquil, so…relaxed. Yes, relaxed…

The constant tension that had been keeping the lord's whole body for all this time in iron fetters left him now alone, and the endlessly buzzing nasty swarm of anxious thoughts finally vanished from his mind, making there a room for tranquility and peace.

Heisenberg slightly opened the sleepy eyes of his.

"Come here…Come to me…" You heard his barely audible whisper when he took carefully your hands, slowly laying down on the couch along with you and pressing you against his warm chest like a soft cozy pillow. "You're right. It's been a quite rough time. We both need to get some good sleep…" And after him giving you a caring goodnight kiss on your forehead, Heisenberg closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

You smiled when very soon you heard him quietly snoring and felt like the heavy eyes of yours began to close as well.

"Good night, Karl. Have sweet dreams." Pronounced you in a whisper, trying not to disturb your loved one's such a peaceful sleep, and, cuddling up to him a bit, you slowly drifted off, without even recalling to switch off the light of the table lamp, and it was on all the night, calmly illuminating on the room where the two of you serenely were sleeping in each other's warm embrace.

With that night magical endearment you brought Heisenberg to mind that if he ever felt exhausted, stressed and overwhelmed by the hell which every day surrounded him, he could any time come back to his personal true paradise that securely was hidden within your pleasant words, within your caring hands, within your happy smile and loving glance, and where your genuine love and tender care were really capable of healing his entire soul and body from absolutely anything.

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veritaea · 2 years

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Heisenberg x Reader: The Villager Part Two