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No such thing as too many cigars

[kagemaruzest69]

Lovesick {Karl Heisenberg x Reader}

Ch. 4 - {A Monster in Progress} 

*I updated a note at the end of this chapter, please take a look. -----‐--------------------------------------------

【ωє αяє συя σωη мσηѕтєяѕ αη∂ тнυѕ, ωє ƒєαя συяѕєℓνєѕ тнє мσѕт】

Morning came by quickly, (Y/N)'s delicate left hand rubbed her eyes as she woke up from her deep slumber, feeling groggy before she sat up on the couch and stretched her arms. The smell of oil, grease and tobacco was heavier in the room this morning than what she remembered last night. (Y/N)'s eyes found themselves directed over to the bed where Heisenberg was asleep. It seemed that he had worked late last night and went to bed right away. He looked so peaceful in his sleep as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

The man was lying on his back, shirtless save for his pants. His fedora hat and glasses were placed on the table next to his bed. The female's eyes locked on his manly features, noticing that parts of his body were still covered in grease such as his hands, a small part of each of his arms and his upper body. His body was quite toned beneath those thick clothing he always used.

Upon walking closer and sat softly on the bed, she noticed that there were many scars ran across his body and face. The scars were barely visible, but it was there if one were to inspect the mechanic closely. This made the female's lips curled in a soft but sad smile, thinking about what kind of experiments and pain he had gone through to have such scars on his beautiful male body.

Her right hand reached over to his breast as they traced the scar softly to his collarbone, higher to his neck and his jaw before resting on his left cheek. Right when she was about to touch the scar on his face with her fingers, she was suddenly pinned down onto her back on the bed as a result of his reflex towards anything that could harm him in his sleep. Heisenberg's right hand was placed on between her collarbone to pin her down and his other hand held a knife to her throat.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she felt a cold metal placed on her neck which was a sharp knife that was called beforehand onto his grip by his power. When Karl realized that it was just (Y/N), he released her body, but his sharp and judging eyes remained on her. "It is not an honorable thing for a woman to touch a man on his bed." He spoke as he rose from the bed. "Especially when she is in his den." He moved over to his closet to take a shirt out and went to the direction of his bathroom.

She sat up and looked down ashamed, "Please forgive my rudeness... it's just that you look so peaceful and that you deserve a better life, a normal life. Those scars on you, I am sure even if they were barely visible now, they still hurt and haunt you, don't they?"

Heisenberg scoffed, "What do you know about me and my life?" He turned his face over his shoulder to look at her form. "I know nothing." She responded, knowing he was right. He went to the bathroom and proceeded to wash himself.

The (H/C) haired woman went back to the couch and sat. Her thoughts once again raced about how she was also infected. Would she be able to understand him one day? Does she even want to understand his pain? The answer is yes. She must if she wanted to survive within the village. Knowing how to handle the pain and nightmare of the mold would totally help her adapt in this place until she would be able to escape.

Not long after, Heisenberg came out of the bathroom, fully clothed. He walked over to the table where he put his fedora and sunglasses. He picked them up and placed them at where they were supposed to be, "Have you felt anything different regarding your body?" (Y/N) shook her head as a no. "Let's assume that the mold within your body is still developing but with a fast pace and you are not really affected by its side effect. It could serve as a sign that you have a great connection or rather affinity with the mold."

"Am I going to be experimented on like you?" She had a worried look on her face, "As long as Miranda doesn't find out, you will be fine." She was content with his answer as she went to the bathroom to wash herself. Since she brought her bag with her to the factory, she had some of her clothes still. She picked to use a grey tank top with a beige jean. It wasn't long until she finished and came out from the bathroom.

"Is it possible to hide from her though?" He lifted his hammer easily with one hand as he headed for the door after he saw her coming out from the bathroom. "Nearly impossible but still possible. Though, I will be the one to perform the experiment on you to ensure that she won't be able to control or detect your mold."

Hearing his sentence, she gulped. She had seen what he did within these walls. Those numerous soldats would have been able to serve more than a proof of his capabilities of turning someone into an eldritch monster. But she chose to trust him still. "We will begin the experiment two days from now." He informed.

"In the meantime, entertain me with a tale about yourself." He motioned for her to follow him. "Well, I work or rather, used to be a data analyst. I don't think that it matters now, I bet the company would have fired me by now." She let out a dry chuckle.

Heisenberg just hummed in response as a clue for her to continue her talk and he would listen patiently to her. "I am only 22, used to live in (City name) and my boyfriend is James. He works at the same company as I did as a data engineer. He is such a romantic, loyal and humorous man." She smiled at the memory of her lover.

"Yet, he tried to kill you." Karl retorted. "I am sure it was not him who attacked me." (Y/N) spoke firmly to defend her lover. Heisenberg sighed as he took a drag from his cigarette that he had lit up earlier during their walk. He exhaled the smoke right to her face. "Wake up darling. He left you here." He spoke firmly. "If he had already escaped the village, fear not, for the mold within his body will attract him back to the village and by then, I will prove it to you my dear, that you are wrong about him."

She gritted her teeth and slapped Heisenberg really hard right then. That was sure to leave a red mark on his cheek. His cigarette fell to the floor as his face was turned to the right side. Heisenberg snapped his head back to her and pinned her to the wall by her neck. "You should face the truth. Do not be a coward." He growled as his body was fuming with his anger.

From the very moment the two met each others, their connection had always spiked like this, one minute they would be talking casually like a pair of good old friends and the next minute, they were fighting like they were enemies.

This time, she had recovered well and she was able to grab his arm with both of her hands hard enough to have her nails dug into his flesh. Her power began to show its color. He threw her across the hallway, which resulted in her hitting her back to the wall and she coughed up some blood. "Bastard..." she murmured as she wiped the blood from her mouth with her arm.

"You are the bastard here! You slapped me because I told you the truth! Would you prefer that I lied to your face instead?" Karl spoke as he stalked over to her with a dangerous aura surrounded him. "Like that bloody James did? HUH?!" His hammer was placed on his dominant hand, ready to smash her into pieces.

She would not give him the upper hand and decided to charge him head on. She tried to punch him but he evaded easily with a side step and moved his foot onto her back, kicking her to the ground before he planted it down on her back. "Do you have a death wish woman?!" he bellowed down to her.

She groaned in pain as she tried to get up from under his feet. She felt a strange power surging through her veins onto both of her hands as her fingers grew longer and sharper. The muscles on her body became stiff as (Y/N) lifted herself off of the ground. He was caught off his guard as he saw her fingers turned to claws, this enabled her to free herself from his foot and within a quick second, she moved as swift as the wind as she turned over to him and slashed him across his chest with her new claws.

Her attack was too fast for him to register and thus, blood spurted from his chest. The gash was deep and clean. Any mortal would have died right away or died because of the blood loss from the deep gash within a few minutes. He looked down to his chest and strangely, his regeneration power had slowed down. It was as if something was keeping his skin tissue from healing. He was positive that it had something to do with her developing power. Before he could say or do anything, she was about to attack him once again, but he managed to slam his beloved hammer towards her head on.

Instinctively, she put both of her arms out in defend but she was not strong enough. She was agile yes, but her brute force was still weaker than his. She chose to jump backward because she realized that she won't be able to handle the hammer's pressure any longer. The moment she jumped away, the hammer came down in contact with the ground and broke parts of the cement, sending some sharp pieces of the cement flying at a random direction.

Suddenly, she felt her heart raced, its beating faster and faster within her chest. The pain was unbearable as she let out a cry of pain. Her vision became blurred and she fell to her knees. Her hands supported her weight as she heaved, trying to stay conscious. (Y/N) was new to this power and it sure had taken a huge toll on her body. Her body was having a shock at the sudden transformation of her body and muscles. She will need time to adapt and train her body to the new power.

Heisenberg just watched in amazement of her power with a sickening grin. Plans already formulating within his brain, because if her power enabled her to inflict wound and slowed the recovery or even disabled the wound to be healed, she would truly be a huge help to him in his plan to bring Miranda down.

Not long after, he was brought out of his thoughts by her howl of agony as she called out to him before falling limp to the floor as the darkness enclosed her vision. He walked over to her and brought her body over his left shoulder as if she weighted nothing. His right hand held onto his hammer as he dragged her back to his quarter. He placed her down on his bed and went to grab some first aid to close his newly received wound, at least until it would close and heal properly. He did not want to risk dying because of stupid blood loss, especially not when he had found a trump card, a great piece to his plan.

-----‐-------------------------------------------- *Hello guys! I hope that you all have been enjoying the story up to this point. I would like to know your opinions on the story so far and what do you guys expect to see in the future? How would you like this story to progress? What kind of interaction between the reader and Heisenberg that you wanted to see and read? Please do leave your suggestion below. I really appreciate that❤ and thank you for the support so far

[kagemaruzest69]

Lovesick {Karl Heisenberg x Reader} 

Ch. 2 - {The Master of The Factory} 

【συя ƒιяѕт мєєтιηg ωαѕ ησт мєαηт тσ вє тнє ƒιяѕт ∂αу σƒ тнє яєѕт σƒ му ℓιƒє, вυт яαтнєя, ιт ωαѕ тнє ƒιяѕт ∂αу σƒ тнє вєѕт σƒ му ℓιƒє】

Darkness and silence. It was all that (Y/N) could see and hear about during the time of her being unconscious. Apparently, she had been out cold for almost a day and in the meantime, Heisenberg was tinkering around with his Soldat’s experiments in the other parts of his beloved factory.  It was a dark and blank sequence for her before the sounds of machines operating in the faraway part of the factory began to wake her up.

(Y/N)’s delicate right hand’s fingers brushed up her heavy eyelids before she opened them slowly. A wave of headache hit her right away when her vision was just adjusting to her surrounding area followed by her groans as her hand moved up to the side of her head before it touched across the fabric that was placed perfectly on her head to wrap the wound at the back of her head. Curiously and unconsciously, her hand followed the trail of cloth to the back of her head, and she pressed that very wound at the back of her head and winced in pain.

“What the hell happened?” she turned her face to found herself in a bedroom that is messy and does not look like a nice place for someone to actually stay. The machine parts told her that she was still within the factory and the memory came flashing back to her about how she was taking her time to explore the factory before everything went black. At this, her headache washed over her nervous system once again and she frantically tried to get out of the bed, only to result in her fall to the hard ground beneath her with a loud thud.

“James? Are you out there somewhere?!” she called out to her boyfriend who had ditched her to the hell hole. “James?!” she called out once again as she tried to stand up on her own feet. Her hand reached onto the bed as she regained her balance, feeling stronger this time before she released her hand from the bed and walked on her own feet. The blow surely did a number to her.

She was not supposed to be up and walking by herself yet, she would need at least a day or two to recover, but unbeknownst to her, the parasite, the cadou within her had begun to develop with her body and helped the recovery. It was unknown to herself and the magnetic man that she had a great affinity with the cadou.

Her feet carried her across the room to the only door that connected the room with the factory’s main hall. She opened it easily and looked around to the side, looking to her left and her right but found no living beings saved for the machinery sound. “James?” she called out once again but receive no answer.

She decided to follow one of the sources that was closest to her. It led her to a small room which has a vent on the ground and some pictures were plastered to the wall, covered by a piece of cloth on the wall. Her eyes landed on the cloth and curiosity took her. She was curious about what was hidden beneath the cloth, she walked close to the wall and moved the cloth away with her left arm.

There, it was the very same pictures that she saw on the church, except there was one picture missing. One that held a man with silver locks and beard, his eyes covered by a pair of circular sunglasses, and a black fedora. “Then, is this his place?” she guessed to herself.

Her thumb and index finger were placed on her chin as she tried to work out that if this factory was his place, then the other 3 people, a lady, a monster looking man, and a lady in black veil with a doll on her hand must be the other important people in this village who owned a place to themselves just like the master of this factory, and lastly, the lady in the middle picture could have been their boss.

Suddenly, a roar of machine disturbed her train of thoughts. She made a quick turn of her body towards the vent on the ground in which the sound came from. A brow was raised as she walked closer to the vent carefully. “Hello?” She called out as her hand began to reach to the vent and began to lift it upward, before it was forced-fully closed with a snap by an unknown power, as if someone was controlling the vent. “Snooping around like a little rat now, are we?” A deep voice could be heard from behind her. His heavy boots clinking against the ground as he took a drag from his cigar.

(Y/N) took a sharp 180 degrees turn to find the master himself in flesh. He clearly was taller than her, even his shadow could engulfed her whole body like she was nothing compared to him. “Who are you? Are you the one who hit me?” her tone was sharp and the edge was filled with daggers of accusation. His response? A loud cackle. “Me? I am the owner of this factory who SAVED YOU and you.” He walked close to her and pushed his right index finger onto her left shoulder blade, “You are the one who trespassed to my territory and got yourself into a trouble.”

Her mind raced once again, a look of shock and disbelief painted her beautiful face. “Cats’ got your tongue my dear trespasser?” He took a step back from her as he threw his left hand in the air in a dramatic way. “Shall I continue? You were even tied to a chair with a blunt wound on the back of your head.” His smirk was clear, he was having giving her information that she seemed to reject.

“No way! You must be lying!” She defended herself and her boyfriend. “There’s no way he would attack me and leave me here to die!” her face was full of despair, trying her best to reject the reality. Trying to reject the fact that her boyfriend had dumped her. “It must have been one of the protectors of the village that the old lady told us about! I have to get out of here and find James!”

“Ohh~ so you were with your boyfriend, eh?” his smirk remained as he threw his cigar down to the ground and stomped it under his boot. “I am pretty sure that it was him who attacked you as none of those ‘protectors’ could get in my factory and those within, are all under my control.”

She instantly slumped to the ground, “No... no... it can’t be true!” she bellowed out at him which caused a laughter to emit from the tall man. “Sadly, that is the fucking truth and since I saved you, you owe me one.” Then, Heisenberg crouched to her level, his hand reaching out to push her soft locks away to the side of her face. “And before I forget, the name’s Karl Heisenberg, you can call me whatever you want.” He smirked at her and she just glared at him, “Asshole.” Was her curt reply, she still did not want to believe this stranger.

Heisenberg stood up to his full height as his hand wrapped around her neck which caused her breathing to come to a halt, “Can’t you just be fucking grateful?!” his tone spiked as she used both of her hands to claw on his strong arms which did totally nothing. He soon let her go as he knew having her dead would do him nothing, it would even waste his effort of helping her. “You better watch your mouth around here, sunshine or I will bestow an ugly death for you.” She was now on all four, coughing the much-needed air.

“I have a name. (F/N) (L/N).” She looked up to him with a sharp glare remained. “Such a beautiful name befitting a beautiful lady as yourself.” He grinned at her. “And I sure as hell will be entertained as long as you are here.” She got up once again and tried to tackle him only to fail as he used his power to restrain her with the metal scraps around the room.

“You’ve got quite a fight in your small body,” He sat down on his chair, next to his huge hammer. “Now, allow me to regale you with a tale of this village. You better listen carefully if you want to keep living.” He warned her before he began to tell her about the history of the village, about the cadou experiment, about Mother Miranda who was in full control of the village and about the four lords who was under Mother Miranda’s command.

She took in the information pretty well as she was also a fast learner. “Thank you for the tale, however I still want to find James and get out of here as soon as possible.” Heisenberg sighed at her sentence and threw a dagger over to her, the dagger scrapping her right cheek, giving it a shallow cut in which she flinched upon the contact of the sharp edge with her skin. “Don’t you understand?! Whoever that James motherfucker was. HE. FUCKING. TRIED. TO. KILL. AND. DITCHED. YOU! AND YOU ARE STUCK WITHIN THIS VILLAGE NOW!” He breathed out before regaining his cool composure.

At the corner of his eyes, he saw that the cut was beginning to heal which cause him to stand up from his seat and went to grab her face, pulling it to the side. “And it seems, you are infected now.” He said with a hint of amusement. Her eyes widened as she realized that she ate and drank from the village. From the stream that was infected. “Shit. I don’t want to die! I don’t want to be turned into a monster!” she looked up at him desperately as she know that he was her only means of surviving as he knew about the experiment and Heisenberg was a successful one as he was still in his human form perfectly, unlike Moreau who was hunched over with a huge mass of his brain on his back as a result of low affinity.

“Now that’s what I have been waiting,” He said as he removed the metal scraps from restraining her. “You should have just obeyed me from the start. You should have just stay an obedient woman.” He reached a hand out for her to shake. “Work with me and I assure you, you will be alive and we will get out of here alive. Together.”

She looked at his hands, unsure of what to do. He looked like a maniac from the way he act, but he was her best chance of getting out of the village and other lords sound like they would hunt her down and she would need a protection from Karl as he was also a lord. She wouldn’t trust him but she would learn and adapt from everything that he could teach her and maybe when the time come, she would either have a trust in him or flee from the village alone.

She nodded and took his hand in a firm handshake. “Fine, I will work with you. Not for you though,” He chuckled, “I like that. Now I will explain to you about the basic rules of working with me.” He said as he explained on how she would work together with him and how she was forbidden to go out into the village alone without him for the meantime as it could cause them both a trouble. At least, this would only apply until her cadou was fully developed and then he would bring her to the ‘family’ meeting.

[kagemaruzest69]

Lovesick {Karl Heisenberg x Reader} 

Ch. 3 - {The Factory and Experiments} 

【αℓℓ ℓιƒє ιѕ ηαυgнт вυт αη єχρєяιмєηт】

It was only (Y/N)’s first day having to work with Heisenberg and she already dreaded this man more than she did in the first place. Deep within her still humane heart, she knew that James would never turn his back on her and soon, he would come back to save her. Oh, how naïve was she to think of that.

Right then, the (H/C) haired girl was walking with Heisenberg as he showed her around the factory, starting from the floor B1 whereas it was a floor meant as storage, then lower to the floor B2 which contains the electrical parts for the factory. Along the way, a few soldat soldiers could be seen which made her cringed in disgust and walked closer to Heisenberg much to her dismay. Those soldiers looked very monstrous, something that humanity should never think of and better to be left alone as a wild, sickening, and crazy ideas. Human bodies’ parts were either taken out or just straight being experimented on, exchanged or melded with metal parts. Either one or both of their arms were changed with drills, face covered with visors, and a piece of reactor implanted on their chests. It was truly a sight of nightmare and she had to contain herself from throwing up.

However, the genius man behind the experiment himself explained everything as if those were something of a huge prize and achievements. His possessed prizes, fruits of his crafty hand work and labor. He spoke with pride imbued in every word that he let out from his lips. His body language showing his theatrical side to make things more dramatic.  

Her thoughts raced, thinking if she would end up like one of them if she were to disobey the tall man that walked near her, still explaining about the rooms and occasionally told her about the experiments he was working on with his subjects with the very same enthusiastic behavior. This also showed a somewhat ironic part of the man, it was as if he had never actually had a chance to talk with another living being. A part of her, began to feel pity for him, but it was shrugged off right away.

Their walks and idle talk continued as they walked down through the manufacturing area of floor B3 and down to the B4 where he kept his materials. Heisenberg’s steps suddenly came to a halt and this made (Y/N) bumped to the male. His body was sure hard as steel that she fell and braced herself for the contact with the ground which never came. Instead, her waist met a strong arm that halted her fall. “I can’t have you falling for me now, can I? since we’ve just met, and I barely know you at all.” His face was incredibly close to hers, his infamous smirk playing at his lips as he pulled her up to his chest.

A faint trace of blush was fighting its way to (Y/N)’s face, but she managed to fight it back, thinking that it was just him showing his kindness to her, nothing more. After all, her heart still belonged to James. “I am not falling for you. Had it not been for your sudden stop, I wouldn’t have bumped into you nor fall.” She was examining his facial features closer, he truly looked like the opposite of her boyfriend, he had a messy, shoulder length silver hair and unkempt beard, eyes that were a shade of brown, hidden beneath his sunglasses, unlike James who had a clean and sharp facial feature. “Thank you for catching me nonetheless.” She thanked him as she forced herself out of his grip.

The trip of the factory will finally come to an end, or so (Y/N) thought, until suddenly, a huge roar of engine just like what she had heard earlier before she met Heisenberg came to their attention once again. Heisenberg growled, turned to the source of the noise and yelled at whatever it was to shut up. “What was that?” (Y/N) asked the mechanic, “It was something that it’s better left unknown for now. A failure.” He spoke with a hint of shame.

“Let’s leave it at that, our tour of the factory is over.” He announced as he took out a cigarette and lit it easily. He took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. He soon continued his steps to get up to the higher levels of the factory with (Y/N) following closely behind him.

“You have been living in this factory all alone by yourself?” the female asked out of curiosity to confirm that he would be the only problem, the only wall between her and her freedom to get out of the factory. He sighed as he ran a hand over to his fedora hat and tipped it down to cover his forlorn expression. “Sadly yes,” He stopped in his tracks to take a look around the factory that was filled with machines, shelves, and metal parts “And you are my first and only guest of honor here. But I must say that having you as my first guest is a luck to me.”

“So you can just use me as another hand to help you escape?” His laugh was an answer to her rhetorical question. “Yes, you also happen to need a help to escape from this village. We share a common goal, so it is not that bad, don’t you agree?” She folded her hands in front of her chest and huffed, knowing that he was right. “And I want to learn more about the outside world from you.”

(Y/N) was taken aback by his last sentence. Had he never been to the outside world? Never took a single step outside of the village? Not even once in his lifetime? The meaning behind her expression was crystal clear to the male. “Indeed, my dear. I have never made a contact with the outside world, let alone stepping out of this Village because of that wretched witch Miranda.” His teeth were gritted as hatred flew through the curse he had for his supposed to be ‘mother’. The metal parts around them began to rise from the ground. (Y/N) of course noticed this, but once again, rather than fear, the young female’s expression softened into that of a pity. “No, don’t you dare give me that look after accusing me as the monster I am.” He shook his head to the side.

“I am very sorry about that.” She didn’t know what had gotten through her, but she just felt like those words were needed to be said. And just like the magnetic man he was because of the parasite within him, she was lured in close to his side, not by his power, but by her feelings for him. The feelings were ones of sadness, empathy, guilt and regret.

She was sad for him to have lived a long life filled with torture because of the experiments he received and he did. It must have been a nightmare to him. She felt the empathy for the condition he was living in and how he had longed for freedom just like she wanted. She felt guilty and regret that she had accused him when all he did was to save her life in hope of finally getting help from her and how he just wanted her company within his presence.

She engulfed him in a warm hug before she knew it and he froze on the place. His cigarette fell to the floor and a warmth spread within his cold chest. Although, before he could react, (Y/N) had pulled back, “I am sorry I didn’t know why I did that.”

He tried to play tough and scoffed, “It’s alright, however, that will be the only one time you were to hug me like that.” He looked down on his wasted cigarette and stomped softly on it to put the fire out. They both soon returned to his main chamber where the two would take a rest. She would have to live with him in his chamber because the factory held no other habitable room like the chamber. He had offered her to sleep on his bed, but she refused politely, telling him that she was just a guest and she was used to the couch. He didn’t argue with this and thus, he would sleep on the bed and she would sleep on the couch.

[fiore-sama]

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[tamamogozen]

She pauses in her writing for a moment and observes the Byakko Totem which she collected from her last fight. Quite the challenge. She couldn’t have made it without her fellow adventurers. Quite strong these Four Lords.

"It is a Far Eastern tradition, the testing of strength and so forth. A bit rote, perhaps, but anyway!"

She chuckles as Genbu’s words crossed her mind. A bit rote, yes maybe, but still, these battles make her feel stronger. Stronger to survive. Stronger to protect. And stronger to rescue… Which one of the Four Lords should she cover next? Suzaku? Seiryu? Or the sealed away, center of the Four Lords, Koryu? Who apparently is consumed by the aramitama. In thoughts she crawls behind the ears of her foxy companion, who nestled in her lap. If she wouldn’t have received the spiritual knowledge of the Kitsune Tamamo Gozen, she wouldn’t be able to tell these tales… After all, these guardians and Tamamo Gozen herself are many 1000 years old. Wise and strong. “And I am just her messenger… and hopefully her rescuer.” She whispers and returns to her writing. Proceeding to draw one of the weapons… Which one should she sketch? Probably the lance - she thinks, after all this weapon dropped every single time she encountered Byakko.[...]