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If requests are still open, how about headcanons of Heisenberg with a reader that is a fifth lord. Reader's Cadou allows them to manipulate sound (radio) waves, and go as far as sonic scream. No pressure or rush, just curious on your interpretation :)
Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader A/N: This is only the second time I’ve done HC’s and I’m still struggling to get a grasp on them. Thank you for the request, your prompt was interesting to think about. This is a little short, so if I didn’t give you what you wanted let me know and I’ll try again.
He really doesn’t give a shit about you at first
Unless you go out of your way to catch his attention he’s treating you the same as he treats the rest of the family
Whatever your powers are, he’s gonna assume you’re just as bad as the rest of them and dismiss you
You have to actively make him notice you
It wouldn’t take a lot, maybe one snide comment towards Mother Miranda and suddenly you have value
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You scoffed, glaring down at the horde of Miranda’s worshippers that had surrounded the old church. You’d just been passing through town, picking something up from the duke before heading back up the mountain.
Heisenberg happened to be there at the same time. You weren’t sure what his deal with the Duke was but it seemed to be complicated. His head perked up as you glared at the villagers. “What’s your problem?” He muttered, tone bitter.
You nodded towards the villagers, “They are. All their Mother Miranda bullshit, I’m sick of it.” You walked back towards your lair, the old radio tower up in the mountain. It was the best place for you to be with the way your powers functioned, your strongest point.
He watched as you went, staring at you contemplatively and wondering how he’d missed that hatred in your eyes.
When he and Alcina start to argue, Miranda will just look at you and you’ll let out a scream so loud bits of drywall fall from the ceiling
It’s painful but it’s effective, you’re essentially used as a mute button when things get out of hand
You tend to avoid the others, keeping quiet and to yourself
When Miranda had first experimented on you, your experience with the sound waves had been less than pleasant
Learning to control them was difficult. The first time you spoke after waking up from her little experiment, you’d blown out your own eardrums.
Even after you finally harnessed them, you figured that it was better to just be quiet. The times you did speak you kept your voice below a whisper.
“You don’t talk a whole lot do you?”
You shrugged, “Only when I have to, really.” You sat in his workshop, mostly against your will. He’d invited you to dinner, though it felt like more of a command, and you’d tried to get him to make the journey up the mountain to you.
He’d, of course, refused because he was a stubborn bastard. You didn’t even want to sit down anywhere, there was oil and blood on nearly every surface. And if it wasn’t covered in that, it was sticky with dried lycan drool.
At least Moreau managed to keep his quarry clean.
Heisenberg hadn’t stopped staring at you since you sat down, it was starting to bug you.
You don’t normally speak with your family, mainly because you don’t really care for any of them. Having his attention on you was disturbing.
He sets his fork down on his plate and gives you an odd look, “How do your powers work, anyway?”
It was easier to show than it was to explain. You focused on the large pile of metal scraps on his desk and opened your mouth. The noise was nearly silent at first, a high pitched ringing that you questioned if you were actually hearing.
Then it got louder, the ringing clear now. It was painful to anyone outside of the focused stream of sound waves, but it was lethal once you stepped into the stream. The metal shook, vibrating loudly against his desk. A few toppled over, the rest exploded in a violent display of clashing metal shards and sparks.
Heisenberg clutched his ears, a small stream of blood leaking from between his fingertips. You want to apologize to him. You’ve always had a little difficulty controlling your powers in such close spaces.
But he doesn’t look mad, he doesn’t even look like he’s in pain. Instead he’s grinning widely at you, something glinting in his eyes that had you feeling on edge.
He sees the uniqueness of your powers, the untapped potential for violence and how helpful someone like you could be to his cause
He waters the seedling of resentment you already hold towards Miranda and helps it grow
He whispers words of hate and anger into your ear until you’re just as passionate about taking Miranda down as he is
You two work together, using your odd understanding of radio and sound waves to improve his soldat designs
Slowly, your loyal followers from the village start to abandon you and move to different lords. Your connection to Heisenberg has soured your influence among the sheep in the village, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care
Your status as a lord meant little to you when you had him
He’s intrigued by your powers and loves to experiment with them, but more than anything there’s something soothed inside him because he’s no longer alone
He’s grateful for the support you provide when he feels like he’s just stagnant in his progress taking down Miranda
end. — I do not own the characters or the game Resident Evil Village, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
What kind of person do u see Mother Miranda as?
I see Mother Miranda as just a tad more different than she is canonly and as everyone else sees her.
Mother Miranda has a last name but prefers for little to no one to know it due to what happened in her past.
Her last name is Sokolov, which means bird of prey. It's also her family name.
Mother Miranda loves her children.
All of them.
Not equally but she loves all of them.
She will stop at nothing to resurrect her daughter.
She dislikes and will kill people she doesn't care for. She will not bat an eyelash.
Mother Miranda is multilingual
She took the time to learn the languages her children know
She does get on Heisenberg for only know English
She will kick the asses of all of the Dimitrescu daughters if they EVER call her Babushka (Daniela has done it before)
Mother Miranda is ruthless in the bedroom
Depending on her relationship with someone and how much she like them determines how she is in the bedroom with them
If she loves you, she'll give you everything you'd ever dream of in the bedroom
And if you get lucky, you may even taste her.
If you're just a one time thing, you're receiving
You will be taking until you can't take anymore and pass out
She won't let you touch her
Grip onto the sheets if you have to but do not touch her
And it is NEVER in her own bedroom
Her bedroom is her sacred space for the people she loves
She doesn't kiss unless she REALLY loves you
Punishments will be given if you attempt to get more than she offers
She DESPISES being called Mommy in the bedroom
She prefers not to be called any titles related to royalty
If you call her goddess and you are just doing it to flirt she'll lift an eyebrow before punishing you for having the nerve to flirt with her
But if you do it and she adores you, it will drive her crazy
Source
That's all I have for now, but I hope that answered your question!
"I wish you knew how much I adored you..."
CW: Death, Angst, Upset and Crying Alcina
“Mother!” Bela cries from alongside you. You had collapsed to the ground. Your heart had stopped for a brief period before starting to beat like a drum, the sisters had heard. "Mother! Y/N collapsed!" Daniela wailed and disintegrated into a swarm of flies. "Mother! Mother!" Cassandra shrieked and vanished among the insects. Bela softly nudged you, and she began to notice a slowing of your heartbeat and the color fading from your eyes.
"Come swiftly, Mother!"
As you lay on the castle floor, you could hear the countess' thunderous footfall. The steps abruptly come to a halt. Why had she frozen? She was never vocal about her feelings for you. She'd never be attracted to a mere mortal. When your eyes finally met hers, your world went black. Her eyes were fluttering with terror.
Daniela's eyes welled up with tears. She made an attempt to cheer everyone up.
"Maybe they were just exhausted!" sniffled Daniela with a soft chuckle. “I just watched Y/N die, Daniela! You can't say they were exhausted!" "I'm trying to lift your spirits, Bela!" "Well, Daniela, you're not lifting it now, are you?"
Cassandra joins in the dispute. It's too much for Alcina. Not right now, especially not right now. “Tăcere!” The three girls fell silent.
“This is not the time, nor the place.” “But mother-” “Ce tocmai am spus?”
The three sisters exchange a look of shame and sorrow. They could tell that this had a larger effect upon their mother than it did on them. Bela vanished amid a swarm of insects, signalling her sisters to follow her. They follow suit, leaving Alcina with you alone.
"I wish you had known how much I adored you..." Alcina sobs as she cradles your frail body. Your heart stopped beating, and you were utterly still.
I am going to start posting all of my RE8 writing pieces on my RE8 Blog! (With the exception of my Imagines and Incorrect Quotes) I have a new angsty little piece up for your enjoyment!
Imagine...
Bela is absolutely feral for you but the lust is bleeding through. She says each of the lines of the first verse of the song slowly to you, backing you against a wall. She turns you around where your front is on the wall as she whispers in a low growl...
"Tell me you want me."
Imagine...
Bela and you are playing around the castle. It's like tag in away. Something you say while she chases you makes her go feral. Her movements and advances aren't as playful and calculated as before. It was more...wild, like a you'd let a beast out of its cage to play. She was only a whisper away as she growled...
"My playful little one...I want to tear you apart."
This reminds me of Bela...it just...
Imagine Bela trying on Lady Dimitrescu's old clothes and finding out that they fit the curves of her body perfectly. She uses her hairbrush as a microphone and this song comes on. She starts dancing and singing. She pulls you up off the bed to dance with her. With the blessing of having Lady Dimitrescu as her mother, her voice is amazing.
Just...imagine.
“I don’t want to let them go...”
CW: Just a dash of Angst.
“I don’t want to let them go…” Daniela sobs as she looks down at your battered body. Alcina had a maid tend to all of your wounds, and Daniela was allowed to remain in the room with you to keep an eye on you.
“You won’t have to, my sweetling.” Alcina whispered, kissing Daniela’s forehead before leaving the two of you alone. You are barely conscious but you still have enough strength to tap Daniela’s hand. She lifts her eyes to meet your half-lidded gaze.
“What are you so upset about? Hm?” “You got really hurt, Y/N! I was worried about you!” “You have no need to be...I’m fine now…”
Her lip trembles as tears rise up in her eyes. “No...no tears...Come here.” She gets onto the bed with you, her head under your chin as she gently sobs against your chest.