I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO SEE ETHAN BEING ON KARL'S SIDE

I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO SEE ETHAN BEING ON KARL'S SIDE 🥺

Give Me Your Hand

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg X GN Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Rating: Mature

Warning: Mentions of disabilities, dismemberment, and death. Please do not interact if this will affect you.

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“C’mere, give me your hand”

Ethan turned around to see the old engineer, Karl Heisenberg, sitting down at his work bench. A metal chair quickly slid it’s way over on the other side of it.

“Take a seat,” Karl said with a slight nod of his head, “this won’t take long.”

Ethan silently walked across the room over to the work bench and sat down. He offered up his left hand to Karl, the one that was bitten off by a lycan. Karl was gracious enough to help Ethan out by cleaning and stitching up the wound after he agreed to help him destroy Miranda. Karl wanted to make sure that Ethan would be ready to take her on, and that meant quickly putting together a tool for him.

Karl pulled out a small wrist band with two digits representing fingers to replace the ones Ethan had lost in his fight with the lycans. It was a homemade prosthetic, but with Karl’s expertise and engineering, it was also functional and would hopefully move with Ethans hand.

Ethan was intently looking at the object in the old man’s hand. It looked a little worn already. Not so much that it wasn’t functional, but it made him wonder…

“With all of the time you’ve spent plotting and building this army of yours, when did you ever find the time to make that? I never took you as someone who would make prosthetics in their spare time.”

“Honestly, I haven’t had the chance in the past 20 years.” Karl said, while taking Ethan’s hand into his and putting the prosthetic fingers up to broken hand, making sure they would fit properly.

“I made this a long time ago, before I really started making my plan for revenge.”

“Why’s that?” Ethan asked, genuinely interested in who it might have previously belonged to.

Karl took his cigar out of his mouth, blowing out a puff of smoke. He was really contemplating on whether or not he wanted to discuss this right now.

There was a good chance they might die in this fight though. So why the hell not?

Karl leaned the cigar on the ash tray next to him and grabbed the screw driver from his tool box. He took the prosthetic away from Ethan’s hand and began tinkering away.

All while reminiscing.

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You see, way before the events that brought Ethan Winters to the Village of Shadows, the Village itself was a quiet and functional little place. Nothing like the destruction and horror Ethan had walked into.

People roamed the streets and back alleyways long before the lycans descended upon the village. Neighbors were generally kind to each other and were willing to help newcomers when they were in need. That was long before Mother Miranda and the Black God began their reign of terror on the unsuspecting village — before it became known as the Village of Shadows.

After Mother Miranda brought Karl to the Village, she gifted him the factory. It was previously used for weapons manufacturing, but he could use it for whatever research she requested of him.

Heisenberg had a few people from the village come to help him get the place up and running again. Many of whom did not care to stay. Except for one.

Y/N had always been the odd one out in the village. Being born with mobility issues did not make it easy in a village with sloping hills and creaking bridges that swayed back and forth with each step. Not to mention the obscene amounts of snow. So when the offer came to work in a factory that, for the most part, had flat surfaces to walk on. They were all for it.

When Karl first noticed their issue with walking, it came as a surprise to him. Thinking back on it, he never once saw them standing up until this moment, so he had no idea that they had a hard time getting around.

“Alright Y/N, I can’t have you here in the factory.” He said, stopping them before entering the door way into the main ‘production’ area.

“And why not?” Y/N asked, exasperated.

“Because you’re going to fall and fuck something up.” He said while gesturing up and down trying to convince them.

“Am not!” Y/N yelled, crossing their arms and leaning on the desk.

“Are too!”

“Am NOT!” Y/N yelled louder at the old man. “Look, I can be useful, I swear.” Y/N said a bit more composed.

Karl took his gloved hand, and massaged the bridge of his nose in defeat.

‘This bitch is going to be harder for me to get rid of than I thought.’

“What did you have in mind?”

Y/N looked around the room pensively. There had to be something they could do around here.

Right?

Right?

“Okay, I can’t think of anything, but there’s got to be something you could have me do. I’m not as useless as everyone else makes me out to seem.” Standing up and limping their way over to him. “At the very least, I could cook some food and keep you company.”

“You really just don’t want to leave, do you?”

“Do you know what it’s like to be looked at as a freak by the people you’re forced to be surrounded by every god damn day? I can hardly even get out of my own house without these people staring, like they’ve never seen me before.”

Karl knew exactly how they felt. Ever since the experimentation that was done to him and Miranda making him a lord of the village. He felt the same way. Maybe he might be able to find something useful to do, even if it was keeping them around just to have someone else to talk to. Someone else that understands what it’s like to be seen as something other than just human.

“Alright, fine. But you’re going to need to stay close to me. I don’t want you falling and getting hurt in this place.” Karl said while holding out his hand to Y/N. “Deal?”

Y/N’s sad look changed in a millisecond to a beaming smile as they reached out and grabbed Karl’s hand.

“Deal!”

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“So, what happened after that?” Ethan asked, back in the chair with his arms crossed, watching Karl still tinkering away at the prosthetic.

“After a while of living here in the factory with me, they had decided that they were staying here for good and not leaving. Which was fine by me, I enjoyed their company. So I started trying to find ways to make things a bit easier for them, hoping that maybe living here with me wouldn’t be as much of a physically torturous experience as they had experienced out in the village.”

Karl looked over the prosthetic one more time, making sure that he didn’t need making any more adjustments before putting it on Ethans hand.

“The first thing I tried to help Y/N with was getting around this place. Even though Y/N preferred to walk, I didn’t feel like it was the safest idea for them. So, I would pick them up in a chair and carry it around with me. Y/N would always yell ‘put me down!’, but it was either that or having them fall. I wasn’t just going to let that happen.”

Karl had gestured towards Ethan to give him his broken hand back, and started placing the artificial digits where Ethans fingers used to be.

“Y/N had gotten so tired of it that one day that they asked me to make a cane for them. Which was fine by me, but most of the stuff I have around here is metal. So I had to find a special type that I couldn’t accidentally pull away from them while they were using it.”

“Special type of metal? Like the one you used for the tank?”

“Exactly.”

Karl put the wrist band around Ethan’s arm and started tightening it enough so that it would stay in place and wouldn’t restrict any movement.

“So how did they come about needing this then?”

Karl chuckled, reminiscing on the incident that lead to it.

“Similar to you, they lost a fight with one of the lycans. Y/N was trying to bring in a bag of food they had gotten from The Duke, and was almost into the entrance of the facility, but one of those damn things ran up to Y/N, trying to take it. Y/N did put up a nasty fight though. I could hear them over the coms outside the facility. The lycan took the chunk out of their hand right before they were able to pull out the gun and kill it.”

Karl shook his head, picked up his cigar, and took a long drag. A slight smile creeped over his face.

“After the whole situation, they came in here panicking and crying. Absolutely thought they were going to die right then and there. As I did for you, I took them into the factory, cleaned and sewed their wound shut, and began making the prosthetic for them as well. Which I’m done with now, by the way.”

Ethan brought his hand back, and studied it. It wasn’t as malleable as modern day prosthetics are. This one was a bit clunky to work with, but considering the circumstances, it was better than nothing.

“They must have been pretty happy to have had this thing, then.” Ethan said, “I’m honored to be able to use it.”

Karl looked at him with a grin on his face.

“You should be. Y/N would absolutely kill me if they knew someone else was using that thing.” He said, pointing down at the prosthetic.

But now Ethan wondered. ‘If Heisenberg is still here, then what happened to Y/N?’

And almost as if sensing the question that was lingering in Ethans mind, Karl pulled out a small locket from his coat pocket. He opened it up and inside was a small picture of Y/N. Karl’s expression and demeanor changed with this. He handed the locket over to Ethan to see. Ethan could see how young Y/N was. They still had that beaming smile on their face that Karl had described earlier. What happened?

“As Y/N got older, their mobility became increasingly worse. They couldn’t use the cane any more and could hardly even stand up without falling. We tried out every single option we could with what we had. But with the loss of their mobility, they also started to become weaker - much weaker.”

Karl leaned back in his chair, looking away from Ethan, and took another long drag of the cigar before continuing.

“Y/N had known about the cadou and all of the experiments Mother Miranda had already done. They begged me to take them to her, much to my disdain. I knew that the experimentation would have a high chance of killing them, especially with the loss of their functions and the weakness. But they still held out hope, even to the last second.”

‘Shit,’ Ethan thought.

“Miranda, being the bitch that she is, just considered Y/N another failed experiment. But my heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest that day, and I lost the one person in my life who actually understood me and even enjoyed being around me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Ethan said, putting his hand on Karls arm, “I can imagine what it’s like to lose someone like that.”

Karl looked back towards the young man, not used to someone trying to show him comfort any more, let alone apologize to him for something that wasn’t even his fault. Maybe this partnership would work out better than he hoped.

“Thanks for that. After they died, I couldn’t bear to bring them back to the factory. I wasn’t going to make them into one of my soldats. They were too important to be just that. So I gave them a burial, next to my parents’ grave.”

Ethan took in the view of the old man, seeing him for all that he really was in that moment: Broken.

“You did the best you could to help them when they needed it most and were able to give them something that they probably wouldn’t have gotten living in the village alone. Someone to actually care and understand them, and a burial place where they get to finally rest from all of the pain they suffered.”

Tears started to well up in Karls eyes now. He had tried to push the pain of missing Y/N away for so long, but hearing that he tried his best, and that they finally were getting the rest they needed. Well, it just brought it all back up again, like it was the first day it happened.

“I know you miss them a lot. Considering Miranda had a play in their end, I can understand now why getting this revenge makes it that much more personal to you.”

Ethan closed the locket, and handed it back to Heisenberg.

“I’m on your side Heisenberg.” Ethan said as he pulled out his gun and cocked it back.

A look of astonishment on the old man’s face.

“Now lets go end this bitch.”

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Professor Redfield oneshot # 2

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

You sat in the front row of Professor Redfields class. Sporting a short sundress now that the weather started to warm up. You loved teasing the older man in public. How he tries to keep his serious facade as he becomes a blushing mess. 

Chin resting on your hand, tapping your pen against your lips as you try to focus on the subject at hand. Your eyes raked up the sturdy build of your boyfriend, as he stood at the front of the auditorium behind the podium. He could feel you just staring at him and not the information on the board. 

You leaned back into your seat, arms crossing over your chest, pushing your breasts up just a bit as you continued to tap the pen against your lips. As Chris scanned the class, eyes lingering on you, with a mischievous smirk you spread your legs slowly. Your boyfriend knew you were trying to get a reaction from him. He looked down at his notes for a second before returning his eyes towards you. 

He took in a sharp inhale before it got stuck in his throat, causing him to cough. He wiped his face slowly trying to slow his racing heart, knowing damn well his blood was rushing to his cheeks as well as another spot. You crossed your legs still smirking at the blushing man. "Are you okay Professor Redfield?", you asked with a slight tone of concern. 

The man nodded as he coughed up the choked up feeling in his throat. You rubbed your thighs together to soothe the ache that was building in your heat. He cleared his throat one more time before continuing along. You could tell he was trying not to look at you, seeing him shift his weight, tugging at the collar of his button down. 

He turned his back at the class continuing the lecture by adding more to the white board and pointing to certain spots. He turned back to take a sip from his bottled water on the podium, he looked at you over the container. And once again with a smirk on your face you uncrossed your legs and spread them open. However this time you had your hands under the desk, hiking up your dress more before spreading your dripping lips. 

Chris began to choke on his water. Bent over behind the podium as he coughed up the water in his lungs. There were a couple of whispers. Once he called his breathing, he held his head in his hands. "Class is dismissed, I am not feeling too well," he announced as his cheeks burned against his sweaty hands. Everyone, too excited to leave class early, didn't think twice about the professor's actions. 

You being the last student about to leave the room, a warm hand grabbed your wrist pulling you back. Chris quickly looked out into the hallway checking both sides before shutting the door and locking it. You tried your best to hold in your laugh. "Is something wrong, Professor?" Emphasizing on the title. He turned towards you. Brows knitted, cock struggling against the confinements of his slacks, lungs heaving. He began to take steps towards you. "Uh Chris?", you called out with a sweet smile as you stepped back. Soon enough you were backed up into one of the tables, "Baby?"

He shoved his knee between your legs, nudging them open, pressing against your weeping slit. "Think it's funny? Walking around with no panties on like a little slut?" He growls as he begins to rub his thigh against your cunt. Hand firmly wrapped around the front of your neck. You let a whimper out as you grind against him. "Need to be fucked that badly?" He asks as he nips at your ear.

You nod your head,"Please", you whine picking up your pace as he flexes his thigh. He gives your neck a couple of squeezes on the sides of your neck, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, "s-shit". He watches you with lidded eyes "cum for me", he whispers barely touching your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut as your jaw goes slack, clit throbbing, as your juices soak his pant leg. 

Bouncing his leg as you ride out your high, pulling on his collar, pressing your lips to his. Moaning into the kiss as he lifts you up onto the table, kneading the fat of your ass. He pulled away, as you reached down for his button and zipper, hands in a frenzy. His erection sprung out, slapping against his abs. Tip already weeping, with your pointer finger you rubbed it into the smooth head, forming a ring with your thumb, stroking the crown of his cock.

Letting out a shaky breath, as you look up at him with big doe eyes. You release your hold, and laid back onto the table. Spreading your legs, rubbing a finger down your folds before spreading them, "Please sir". You saw his adam's apple bob, before he fisted his cock slapping it against your clit, biting you lip with another whimper. 

He slowly sheathed himself deep into your heat. Pulling a long moan from you. Your walls fluttered around his length as he stilled there, pressed up against your cervix. You let out a sob as he stilled your hips from moving. He gave one long slow thrust before setting a steady pace. His eyes fixed on your breasts as they bounced from his hips slapping into you. You arched you back trying to get him to continue his abuse on your cervix. He reached out, grabbing the front of your dress and pulled it down under your breasts. 

You moaned as the fabric rubbed against your erect buds. His pupils blew wide, even more fixated on your soft mounds. "F-fuck, no bra to?", he asked as you clenched around him. "Shit", he hissed against clenched teeth, tilting your pelvis just enough to hit your sweet soft spot as his thrusts became more frantic and erratic. 

You felt the pressure inside you build faster than ever before. You reach out and put a hand for him as you tilt your head back against the table. "I got you", he said as he grabbed your hand interlocking his fingers with yours. "Come on, cum all over my cock", he commanded, pushing you over the edge as the pressure in you snapped. Shockwaves gripping your body, convulsing around girth, as the soft hair on his abdomen brushed against your bundle of nerves. Wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"S-shit shit!" He groaned before sucking in a sharp breath with one last powerful thrust. Hips stuttering as he spilled himself into you. Feeling his warmth fill you to the brim. With your free hand, you pressed it to your abdomen, feeling him twitch inside you. As Chris came down, he slumped forward pressing his lips to your forehead before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

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