The First Act (18+)
Karl Heisenberg x F!Reader
This is part twenty four of my series! Check out the masterlist for the rest of the parts!
Warning: Mentions of period, but no reader isn’t on it. Just those cramps you get before, awful I hate it. Hurt/comfort. Soft Heisenberg. Angst.
Summary: You just wanted to get it over with. The more you waited, the more stress you were overcome with, and the more you suffered for it. Things will never go back to normal, but after hoping to learn more about yourself, the normal you thought you knew never really existed.
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A sudden jolt shook the bed as Karl pulled himself from the rusted chains of sleep. He sat up in bed before he could even register said action, temporarily unfamiliar with the room he was in.
The bare eggshell walls and lack of any clutter or mess at all reminded him that he wasn't at the factory, he was in Donna's home. With you, of course.
"Y/n?" The lack of presence at his side made him immediately cautious, seeing the sheets thrown back and the door left semi open.
He managed to sit himself towards the edge of the bed with intentions of getting up to find you when the door creaked, seeing an exhausted looking you walk in and shut it behind you. You jumped when you saw him awake, giving you worried eyes with raised brows.
"Hey buttercup," He swept some of his hair back with his hand. "Where'd you run off to?"
"Just to get a drink." You walked over, standing in front of him with a worried look. "Did I wake you?"
"No no," His arms snaked around your waist. "Not entirely. Woke up and saw you gone, was gonna go look for you."
It was your turn to run your fingers through the man's hair when he looked up at you, hugging you close to him. You did get up to get a drink, but what truly awoke you were some pretty serious cramps. They were like yesterday, only slightly worse and rendered you momentarily speechless.
Luckily, Donna had been awake and assisted you when she found you leaning against a wall in absolute pain. Questioning what was wrong, she helped you sit down and prepared you a tea with lots of herbs, including ginger, peony and angelica. It soothed the pain while the two of you spoke, Donna trying her best to console your troubled thoughts.
What went from five minutes of speaking about the pain turned into at least twenty minutes of you verbally expressing your thoughts and concerns for what this pain could've been, based on what you felt and knew.
Donna did her best to calm you down and gently disregard all your worries, turning your attention towards it being your cycle soon to arrive. She believed the stress from everything triggered your hormones, and that was all you were feeling. That news wasn't any better, but it was better than any other worse thoughts you imagined it would've been. She continued insisting it was just your cycle, not worries of a baby, and that there was absolutely no baby. You were fine.
“What’s with that look on your face?” The man spoke up with concern, seeing you break from your unexpected daze to meet his gaze again.
“Huh? Oh, nothing. Just tired. I wanna get back to sleep.”
“Sounds pretty good to me.” Refusing to let go of you, Karl laid back in bed, forcing you off your feet with a surprised yelp. Your body awkwardly laid against his, a shrill of giggles leaving you after he joined in on the silly action.
After adjusting yourselves, you pulled the covers over your body and settled in, relaxing in his arms.
"You prepared for tomorrow?" The question didn't need to be said, but Karl couldn't keep it detained any longer, especially since you felt stiff as a piece of metal.
"Look at me." Karl propped up your face with two fingers, giving you view of his warm golden eyes. His face was framed with stray strands of hair, facial muscles furrowed with firm seriousness.
"Talk to me, Kitten."
You kept quiet for a fair moment, adjusting your hands to fold your fingers together. You sighed, closing your eyes as you let out what you believed was a shameful thought.
"I don't want her to try anything. I wanna go in, come out and go home with you."
Karl clicked his tongue, a small grin framing his face as his hand cradled your cheek. "Good. Don't want ya changin' your mind on me. You're in this for life now, no escape."
A smile inevitably came from you, opening your eyes. "I don't see a ball and chain on my leg."
"Haha! You miss being in chains, don't ya?" He purred, fingers finding your hips to hold you closer. You shushed him, laughing again as he put multiple kisses on your neck. “Interesting fashion sense you got there.”
“You’re one to talk with those glasses.”
“Haha! Now look who’s gettin’ mouthy with me!”
"You're such a damn tease, Karl. So what if theirs no chains? Come to think of it, What if my sisters beg for me to stay? Or if Mother just demands you to leave?"
There was no doubt in his mind that Alcina would try that on him, and the idea of fighting her right then and there was so tempting.
He settled comfortably in the crook of your shoulder, letting out a small breath before pressing a final kiss on your neck, right against the pulse of your beating heart. His beard irritated your skin, the roughness of his lips feeling like nothing else you could describe. Your skin to him was as soft as a weathered shirt, the softest item he's ever felt that he could describe. He didn’t compare you to a weathered shirt or any worn item, if he could compare you to something physically delicate, he’d compare you to a small puffy cloud alone in the sky.
“Kitten, I’ve waited this entire goddamn existence of mine for someone like you to come along. Believe me, being told I have to leave you, every minute’s gonna feel like pure torture.”
He felt your arms snake around his neck, clinging to him as if for dear life, especially when it did feel that way. He made you happier than anything else in the world, nothing else could ever compare to how he treated you, and how he made you feel. You happily indulged, falling asleep like this as he held you like a priceless doll.
When he went to sleep, it was simple and silent. No nightmares, no strange dreams, and that was just fine to him.
You had another cup of tea or two to settle your body over breakfast. When you sat down, you had to put your head down in your arms while waiting for the pain to subside.
Karl, the poor man, refused to drink the coffee Donna offered until someone told him what exactly what was happening. You weren’t like this last night, at least from what he saw. Were you hurt? Why weren’t you talking? What’s wrong??
Sitting there listening to Donna explain in the most simplistic way possible what you were to go through soon left you feeling many emotions. Amused, slightly embarrassed, and a lot more amusement. The look on his face made you want to laugh a whole lot more when he looked more and more shocked.
"That-that happens??" The tone in his voice almost made you spit out your tea. "What the hell?!"
"I know right??" Angie pitched in, waving up a spoon that looked stuck to her hand. "It's painful too! Very painful! It makes you wanna rip your own stomach out!"
"Not necessarily," Donna tried to soothe his sudden tone of voice. "It can be a beautiful thing. Its nothing to be ashamed of."
"Sure, whatever, but this is normal??"
A laugh left from your hand over your mouth, forcing you to look away. You'll never forget this, you only feel bad for Karl knowing this over breakfast.
"If you need to return, my door will always be open for you." Donna hugged you close, unable to keep herself back any longer after watching you button up your red coat.
"Please call me soon." Donna held your cheek, seeing you nod and smile while pulling up your hood. "I will, Thank you."
The walk between you and Heisenberg was silent, leaving you listening to the crunching snow under your boots and frozen air whistling through the fingers of dead trees.
What was going on in that mind of his? Was he freaked out? Of course he was freaked out, this was just as new to him as anything else.
He cleared his throat, slowing his pace slightly as he tried to think of the words to say something, anything really.
"So, uh, you mind explaining to me what the hell Donna was talking about?" Karl adjusted his grip on the hammer handle, sounding slightly awkward to even bring up the conversation. You on the other hand, you just saw these actions as adorable, suspecting he was even avoiding eye contact behind those glasses.
"Its this thing all women go through, at least that's what Mother told me. I used to joke around and think that its just my body punishing me for some reason. Sometimes it feels like it does."
Heisenberg exhaled again, shoulders slumping with a heavy frown on his face. “Well, how exactly bad is it? Is it worse than gettin’ punched in the face?”
“A whole lot worse than getting punched in the face,” You crossed your arms, tilting your head back as you thought of a way to describe this to him.
“I don’t know, it’s like getting stabbed or… getting punched over and over in your waist? By a fist that’s made of metal and it’s got claws jabbing at you and squeezing super hard, but it’s not happening on the outside, it’s happening on the inside. Just imagine that, but ten times worse-“
“What kind of fucking description is that?!” Heisenberg had never sounded more conflicted in his life.
"The best truth I can give." You couldn't help but laugh. "It doesn't happen all the time, for me its just happens once every... what, two or three months? Maybe longer, But it's fucking horrible."
“Shit. Guess you’re a trooper then.” He chuckled, making you smile and shake your head. “I wouldn’t say so, I never look forward to it.”
“Still, women gotta walk around like that? Dealing with that on an almost daily basis? Gotta hand it to them.”
“Yeah, it’s very fun and all.” Trying not to laugh again was still so amusing. At least he wasn’t making fun of you for it, or shunning in every way. The conversation was followed by another wave of silence, the Castle in sight began to play a huge part in it.
“You ready for this?” Heisenberg asked again, knowing you were getting more and more concerned. Hell, he could see it in your face and sense it in your aura, knowing very well you were worried of going into the castle and expecting the worst.
It was normal to expect the worst, but he at least wanted you to have some hope.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Your tone wasn’t as convincing with your ‘optimistic’ words.
“Come here, pup.” He reached for your hand, your body complying to his as he brought you closer. He stole your mouth, blinding your mind with a sincere, emotion riddled kiss.
“You’re a tough little beast, alright?” He spoke against your lips, feeling you grip his hand while your foreheads touched. “I sure as hell taught you how to be one. We’re gonna get in there, and you’re gonna speak your damn mind and make her listen, sound good?”
“Mhm.” You smiled a bit, feeding off of his contagious grin.
“That’s my good girl. Let’s go, before I change my mind and drag you away.”
“Hold on.” You squeezed his hand again, making him raise a brow.
“Under one condition, You’ll need to wait outside of the room. When I talk to her I wanna talk to her alone.”
"The hell I'm not!" Heisenberg immediately frowned, anger drugged into each word he said.
“Come on Karl-“
“No! Not happening. I’m not leavin’ you alone in a damn room with her!”
“Then you can wait by the door! I need both of us to be focused, and the two of you will argue before I even get a chance to make my point! Please Karl?”
A grunt left his throat, his visible frown showing he was still against the idea. He turned his head away, clicking his tongue before emitting an even louder grunt. “Fine, whatever. If I even hear that bitch raise her voice I’m breaking down the damn door.”
The castle was warm as ever, the fires kept ablaze every hour of every day.
There was a faint scent in the air, one you had gone nose blind to for years. It smelled of faint dried flowers, spiced apples, a hint of polish for the stairway handles, burning firewood and a small, sour metallic stench lingering underneath like a rat in a shadowy corner. These were the scents you called home, the place you got yourself to love for most of your life. Even now, when you weren't intending to stay after what was to happen, this was something you knew you were going to miss.
"Ah!! I knew it! I know that scent of yours from anywhere!" A bright, loud voice rang from the top of the stairwell, her accompanying giggles shooting bright bursts of citrus happiness in your ears.
"Y/n!!" Daniela's body formed at the bottom of the stairs, her illuminating face with cheery eyes and dark lips stretched into the biggest smile you've ever seen made you smile just as big. You rushed to her just as she did with you, catching you in her wide open arms.
"Yes yes yes! I knew you wouldn't be gone forever! You could never stay so long away from me!" Daniela lifted you up off the ground, spinning you slightly in her hug, making you laugh at the sensation and surprise.
"Is that-AH! Y/N!" Cassandra charged in, stealing you from Daniela as soon as you were put down. You were smothered in her hug, her lips peppering kisses against your cheek and forehead. "Our little blood bug! You’re full of surprises! I was expecting your letters, but this is so much better!”
“Y/n?” Bela spoke from the end of the stairs, watching the commotion unfold in front of her. You looked at her, feeling your shoulders tense up from the firm, almost cold look in her eyes. Recalling how you left, it made you mentally wince from how you hurt her the most out of the rest.
To your absolute surprise, a smile stretched across her face, reaching her arms out to welcome you. You walked to her, feeling her arms envelop you completely. A wave of relief washed over you while her hand rubbed you back, feeling more calm knowing Bela truly forgave you.
“It’s so good to see you again, sweet thing. For a moment I thought you’d never come back. I’m glad you did, I missed you terribly.”
“We all did, of course.” Daniela pitched in, along with Cassandra. Bela’s smile dropped, noticing the faint bruises along your face in the better lighting under the chandelier.
“What happened to you?!” She spoke with shock laced in her words. "That man thing got you good, is he dead?" Cassandra framed your face with her hands, smiling when you nodded.
"Oh he's dead. Trust me, he looked like how Dani treats the big, bulky meals when she plays with them for too long."
"Oh shush!" Daniela giggled, the rest of you joining in mere unison. "You tease! You know the muscular ones always taste the beeest!"
You joined in on another chorus of giggles, fueling you with absolute glee. Your sisters always made you smile in the best ways, knowing just how to make you feel as happy as a jittery butterfly. As joyous as it was, Cassandra's next question reminded you of why you came here.
"Are you coming to stay this time? Please say that you are."
"I came to talk to Mother." You responded by deflecting, not feeling too confident to give them the honest answer. "She said to come talk to her about the truth when I was ready."
"The truth?" Cassandra tilted her head in question, seeing you nod.
"Yeah, the truth. You know, about my... condition? My purpose?" The more you spoke, the more confusion broke out on all of your sisters' faces.
"No," Bela shook her head, pure confusion chiseled in her eyes. "Mother never said anything about a truth or something. She did say you ran off because of something Heisenberg said."
The man immediately clicked his tongue, making you fully frown. She really chose to lie about the truth of the meeting too?
"Why? What happened?" Daniela asked, seeing you fully go quiet.
That's when you noticed that none of them knew what you were talking about. Alcina didn't even tell them about your condition? Never mentioning how you were supposed to be some sort of-
"Girls," Heisenberg pitched in, stepping closer to stick to your side. "Not to cut the reunion short, but we need to speak to your Mother." He emphasized the last word, never really seeing a need to play along with their family façade, as he called it.
"Speak to Mother?" Bela questioned.
"Why?" Cassandra chipped in with a bit of suspicion.
"About stuff," Heisenberg replied, keeping a firm, slightly cold tone. "Stuff that involves Y/n. Pretty serious stuff if ya ask me."
Heisenberg isn't exactly a serious man, that's what your sisters always knew. When a man like him comes to Alcina to speak of something that important, then it was certain it wasn't a lie.
"I'll go get Mother." Cassandra was the first to vanish, her swarm vanishing through the door leading to your Mother's room.
"What's going on, sister?" Daniela started to sound a bit concerned, making you feel a bit sorry for her. You took her hand and held it with a smile. "Nothing bad, I promise. Mother just hasn't been fully honest about some things."
"What things-?" Bela quickly cut off her question with a gasp, hearing the doors open, making the sounds of Alcina's footsteps more present throughout the corridor.
"Y/n." Alcina spoke your name with utter relief, a large smile stretched across her face. She looked a whole lot better than the last time you saw her, wearing her favorite lipstick and fresh citrus scented black gown. You approached her. seeing her extend an arm out while her other hand occupied her pipe. You were pressed to her instantly, her hold on you firm and secure just as before. It's how she always hugged you, even now when she noticed you felt a bit stiff when you returned the hug.
"Sweetness, it's so good that you're home." Alcina cradled your cheek with an ever adoring smile, her head raising to meet the man who gave her a death glare behind his shades.
She returned his silent gesture with a heavy frown, standing fully upright and bringing a hand to her hip.
"What's he doing here?"
"I'm with her." Was all Heisenberg felt like he needed to say.
"What, you're her guard dog now? An actual dog would behave a whole lot better."
He let out a dry chuckle, changing his stance slightly. "A dog wouldn't do justice. Or Lycan. I'm a whole lot more violent."
Alcina visibly rolled her eyes, immediately softening up when she returned her attention to you.
"He's with me," You stated, watching her eyes slightly widen at this news. "I'm here to talk Mother, like you said yesterday."
The woman went quiet, her painted lips furrowing slightly in thought.
"Yes, of course." She gestured her pipe wielding hand towards the door she came from, a silent instruction for you to follow. "Inform the maids to bring some refreshments, your sister's favorites."
"Yes Mother." Bela was the first to answer, making her way to the nearest maid to grab their attention.
"Come along, Dear. Ah Ah, you're staying outside." Alcina pointed a finger at Heisenberg before curving it straight down, as if she was commanding a dog to sit.
Karl looked down at you, the lingering anger visibly present in his aura as it melted off his face. He nodded once, watching you turn away to follow Alcina. No back talk? What did you do to this dog that made him suddenly obedient?
You followed her into the room that held two large couches facing each other with a table separating the two. It looked like a relaxing recreational room, sometimes you would come here to read when you needed a quiet, well lit place.
You sat down, immediately exhaling in relief to be off your feet. The lingering tension in your abdomen needed a bit of time to settle, so you stayed still for a moment. You were definitely glad to be out of the cold, the cold was never your friend during this time.
“Are you alright?” Alcina spoke up, grabbing a lace shawl she had carelessly thrown over the couch to pull over her shoulders before sitting down on the couch across from you. “Are you hurting, Dear?”
“A bit, but I’m fine.” You sighed, slouching back a bit in the comfortable couch. The doors opened behind you, a dark haired maid bringing fourth a tray of tea with a small plate of snacks you didn’t really care for. At least not at the moment.
"Thank you." Alcina was quick to dismiss the maid and focus on you. Her attention fully focused on your body, seeing you slowly unbutton your red coat to rest beside you on the couch.
"That necklace. He made it, Didn’t he?"
"Mhm." You nodded, pouring yourself a cup of tea. Telling by the color and scent, it was your favorite type of tea. You sort of did miss a nice hot cup of tea served this way.
“I’m not fond of admitting it Dear, but it looks lovely. Gold jewelry looks so elegant on you. It reminds me of when you were younger and wore my finest pearls, do you remember?”
“I remember.” You got the cup she extended out for you to take, setting it down on your lap. You added a bit of honey to your tea, stirring it while Alcina took a small sip from her cup.
“Ahh, that sparked your love for jewelry. Seeing the day you opened your choker and how happy you looked knowing you were matching your sisters always crosses my mind. What happened to it?"
You stopped yourself mid-sip from your tea, knowing just exactly what happened to it.
"Ah." Alcina frowned, slightly biting her bottom lip while thinking. "Suppose I'll have to recreate it. Well, it won't be a hassle, at least you saved the pendent. Just need to get more lace, hmm?"
"No, that's okay. I'm fine with what I got." You lowered the cup, seeing her almost huff out a laugh.
"It's just extra lace, Dear. That reminds me, there's a dress that your sisters have for you. A surprise, obviously its not a surprise anymore, but-"
"It's alright Mother, it's fine. Really, not to be mean but sometimes its just a bit much." You admitted with a measly shrug of your shoulders. "You give a little too much-"
“What do you mean that I give too much?” Alcina looked amused, propping her pointer finger against her temple.
“I spoil you girls! I give you all the finest things anyone could ever ask for.” She sat up, adjusting her lace shawl with one hand while keeping a firm grip on her pipe. “It’s how I was raised, and it’s how I raised you girls. You can’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed the gifts you’ve been given, the smiles on your face always was genuine ever since you were a child.”
“Believe me, people enjoy receiving gifts. I like the gifts,” You admitted with a shrug, “I did, and I do on occasion. It’s just sometimes it felt like their was more than gift giving than actually having a proper sit down and talk, or you would give me things as if it would keep me calm before announcing something.”
“Like the white dress?” Alcina raised a brow.
“Like the white dress.” You nodded in agreement. “I know you said it’s from my sisters, but you said they planned the design. It was your idea to give me a dress. You always give me dresses, Mother.”
“You look gorgeous in them,” Alcina laughed a bit, picking up her cup from the small plate. “Although I will admit, seeing you in this new uniform gives this confident aura that I adore. It’s a trait that suits you so wonderfully well, maybe we should change up your wardrobe-“
“That’s wonderful, but no.”
You set your cup down, visible discomfort written on your face. It felt like right when she was acknowledging you, the subject would change. What did she do instead of continue on with your words? Mention fashion, buying or making you more clothes. You didn’t need this conversation to be tipped off track.
“That’s not what I’m here to talk about Mother, you know that.”
“Of course I know that!” Alcina set down here cup, the ceramic loudly clinking with the plate on the table. “Please Y/n, don’t be so negative. We were only talking about clothes and fashion, theirs no harm in that.”
“But that’s not what I came here for!” Your voice began to raise, your hand gripping the armrest when you sat up in your seat. “I didn’t come here for you to talk about giving me more things and ignoring what I actually want!”
“Wha-I don’t do that! I’ve been listening to you this entire time!”
“You’ve been sidetracking this conversation!” You gestured your hand towards the door behind you. “Outside you said you’d be entirely serious and tell me everything I want to know, but this talk has gotten off track at least three times! This wasn’t what I wanted to do at all!”
“Then what do you want, Y/n?? Anything! I’ll give it to you!”
“The truth!” You announced, directing your hands towards your own chest, signaling your pained heart. “The truth Mother, that’s all I want. That’s all I need, please! I can’t handle these lies anymore, I want the truth about myself for once!”
You rose from your seat, keeping your hands on your own chest. Pure, raw emotion etched into your words, words you've repeated, and words you've kept back for so long.
"I'm a grown fucking woman! You raised me as a child, but when can I actually raise myself for once?! When can I start to make my own damn decisions for myself alone?! You always speak about how us women need our own independence, and how we just don't need to be talked down to and kept shielded up, but all you've done is be a big hypocrite to your own words! Can I actually take the roll of a grown up under your eyes and make one decision for myself, and ask for the god damn truth??"
Alcina was wide eyed, mouth almost open at the way you’ve projected yourself. It almost looked like their were tears in your eyes, angry ones that shined like wildfire on dead tree branches on a dark night. Raising your voice was rare, but it was the only way you could announce the only thing you’ve ever truly wanted from her.
Without speaking a single word, she rose from her seat, pulling off her shawl to throw back to its careless position on the couch. She appeared solemn, her lips forming a thin frown as her eyes never left yours.
“Wait here.” She turned around, walking around the couch to approach the doors to her room, leaving you alone.
The door behind you creaked open again, the heavy footsteps of Heisenberg showing up beside you. You looked at him, seeing his hammer was gone and he had taken his glasses off, gazing at you with concerned eyes.
“I felt like I messed up.” It was the first thing you said, seeing him frown and shake his head in denial. “Nah, doubt it. Sounds just like you actually put your foot down.”
“I don’t know,” You crossed your arms, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
“You did fine, Kitten.” His hand went to your shoulder, giving you a little shake. “I would’ve been a lot more louder, trust me.”
“Were you eavesdropping?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching him start to smirk. “Wasn’t my idea.”
“Dani’s?” He nodded.
Alcina returned, clutching an item in her hand. Her attention immediately went to Heisenberg, frowning at his joined presence in the room. Choosing to ignore him, she approached the space she stood before and presented you with this item.
"Here." Alcina handed you a book with various pieces of paper sticking out of it.
"What's this?" You took the book, stroking the soft cover before opening it, being mindful of the pages that almost fell out.
"These are records Mother Miranda kept, as well as some personal notes I had written of you while you were growing under my care." Alcina explained in a slightly shallow tone, as if she wasn't proud of what she did. She crossed her arms, Watching you flip through the pages started to hurt her quite as much as it hurt you to read through them.
She truly hoped that you'd never find out the truth, and watching you put the organized pieces together made her wonder how you saw yourself now.
“It may not be exactly what you’re looking for, but it describes every note I kept of you. At least up until your eighteenth birthday. You can take time to read it all later.”
You stopped on a particular page where you recognized her handwriting, the date reading the year of when you turned fifteen:
It would seem that the girl's reproductive organs may have not been as damaged as Miranda expected them to be. She came running to me with fear in her eyes, wondering what was wrong with her. When I informed Miranda of this, she explained a particular interest and instructed me to keep an eye on her cycles in the future. She thinks that perhaps she still may be of some use to her.
Their was a later date, about almost three months had passed since the last passage. It also just so happened to be the last passages in the book.
These cycles I believe are confirmed to be irregular. The first one didn't last as long, only a mere four days. This recent one lasted eight, and she was stuck in constant bedrest with hours of pain. She looks as excruciating as she feels, which makes me wonder if the Cadou believes her body is undergoing some sort of attack of sorts. Along with the off times, the time period of these two cycles alone occurred within three months, despite her health being of mere perfect quality. These are just theories of course, but if these irregular cycles are to be permanent, then that may mean the chance of pregnancy may also be highly difficult. If the Cadou is responding horribly to her body from enabling normal growing actions, then Miranda's experiments may prove too fatal.
Miranda wouldn't care for that, that I'm highly aware of. To even know she's gone though menstruations is enough to have her be interested again, but I can't allow that to happen. I need to make something up, she won’t survive.
I’ve informed Miranda of this, the disappointment was genuine. Never have I been more glad to hear her this way. All my concerns now are for her, the theories I’ve obtained only seem to grow worse. This isn’t the body of a normal human child, this is the body of a victim, just like the rest of us. She’ll never have normal cycles, her chances of ever wanting to obtain a family for herself will be difficult. I hate to call her damaged, but to live with a Cadou is never merciful. At least she’s been gifted and now holds her natural beauty, better to remain pure than to hold physical sins. I want to keep her this way, keep her as my own child, for as long as she’s kept alive. No man will ever rip her petals away and rob her of her nectar, not while I live to swipe away the flies.
"Their were many times I've wanted to burn that book." Alcina spoke up after sitting down, crossing her legs slowly as she settled her hands in her lap. "Many times where I've believed she would find this. It's a good thing I didn't, I see that now. It pains me that you had to learn this way."
"It's better than not knowin' at all." Heisenberg confirmed, making Alcina frown.
“That's true." She forced out.
You closed the book, tossing it back on the counter in front of you before you took your own seat. The two went quiet, watching you purse your lips together while bouncing your leg, resting your head on your arm propped up on the armrest of your seat.
"What're you thinking, Dear?" Alcina spoke up, unable to handle the look on your face, as if you were about to cry.
"I don't know." You shook your head, blinking rapidly in an attempt to get the tears to stop. "I thought that... I don't know. I just didn't expect for you to lie to Miranda about that."
"Of course I did, and you know why?" Alcina brought a hand to her chest. "If she found out that you still had cycles regardless of the irregular patterns, she would've taken you away. I didn't want that for you. so I did what any Mother would do. I lied to protect you Y/n."
"You still kept it hidden," Heisenberg stated, watching Alcina's hand ball up into a fist. "Like you wouldn't have done the same."
"Hell, if I was her parent I would've at least told her a long time ago why I would protect her! Not keep her in the dark about it!"
"Oh please, any kid under your care would've run away a long time ago, or worse!"
"Look who's talking here! Good ol' Miss Perfect Mother-"
"Oh my God, will the both of you shut up?!" You lashed out at the two, forcing them to go completely silent. Both stared at you like startled deer at the faint sound of broken branches, seeing you look just as furious as you sounded.
"I swear! Neither of you can behave for at least ten minutes! You're like goddamn dogs!" You stood from the couch, covering your face with both hands while stepping away from them.
You groaned loudly in them, a muffled sniffle or two was heard by the others. You moved your hands away, sweeping them over your face before turning around.
“So this is why I’ve been locked up here most of my life?? Cause I was just never normal??”
“None of us are normal Dear, look at us!” Alcina stood, gesturing her arms out to the rest of the room.
“All I’ve done is keep you away out of pure fear that the worst would happen to you. Mother Miranda could’ve saw through my lies and taken you, a man could’ve stolen you away. All of what I’ve done has been for your protection!”
“That’s nice and all, but protection wise?? Not that great! You had me locked up like a bird in a cage! I didn’t need a overbearing, gift giving protector! I needed an actual Mother!!” You turned away again, holding your own face again with your hands after realizing what you had said. It was your truth, a obscure thought that plagued you for as long as the stress buried it claws into your body.
A part of you believed your actual Mother would’ve told you the truth a long time ago. If you were a Mother, you wouldn’t have done this to your child. Don’t even get started about a lack of Father in your life either…
“Y/n?” Alcina’s almost heart wrenching tone of voice made you almost release your tears.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” You forced out, wincing from where you stood as another cramp constricted your muscles, adding an unpleasant experience to the way you were feeling.
“Kitten.” Karl’s hand found your back, trailing up to your shoulder. Your head found his shoulder, an arm holding you securely to his form.
Watching the sight didn’t make Alcina feel any better. Not only did you announce that she wasn’t the Mother she thought she was to you, but watching you seek comfort in this beast of a man had her all the more confused. Why him?? What exactly did you see in this retched beast?? What has he done to you that made you feel so safe and comfortable with him? She couldn't understand.
"You wanna leave?" He muttered against your forehead, feeling you nod almost immediately. You felt just as terrible, if not worse for wanting to talk this all out and get answers that hurt you more than you imagined them to.
"Let's get the hell outta here." He let you go, reaching his hand out to attract his hammer propped up against the wall.
"Wait! You can't leave, Y/n."
"Ah Ah ah, I'm not fallin' for any of your damn excuses." Heisenberg was quick to wave you off, yanking your coat off the couch before pushing you out the door.
"Do you know what the cold does to her during this time??" Alcina announced before you could make your way into the corridor.
"What now??" The man exclaimed.
"You may think I don't care for her, think what you will. I don't care what you think, but I care for her safety. She can't go and suffer a week longer at your factory."
"Oh don't tell me you're usin' her damn body stuff as an excuse!"
"It's a perfectly logical excuse, you stupid man-thing!!"
"I swear to God, cut it out!!" You lashed out at them again, seeing her almost wince at your raised voice as you pulled your arms through the coat sleeves.
She exhaled slowly, balling up her hands before relaxing them, calming the tense look on her face.
"Fine, then how about this? A compromise." Alcina stated, putting both of her hands together. "She stays here for one week, just enough time to handle this somewhere more comfortable than your disgusting factory. After that, she can choose wherever she goes."
"You expect me to leave her here for an entire goddamn week?"
"It's for her own safety and comfort, dog. Of course you wouldn't understand." Alcina smirked, her head slightly tilting while she spoke. "You're just a man, after all."
“Being a man has nothing to do with her safety!” Heisenberg gestured towards you. “I care that she’s in pain too! Don’t think I’m just gonna leave her here in a house full of blood obsessed freaks!”
"Stop it!" You cried out again, feeling your throat strain from all the times you've yelled.
You were even surprised to hear Alcina say it was your decision to stay or go, feeling like she did listen to you after all. However, the choice you were left with was daunting and cruel.
You were supposed to go with Heisenberg. That was the official plan set in stone like a growing crystal. Now, Alcina had chipped off that option and gave you the ultimatum.
"I'll stay." Speaking those words made Karl give you the same look he gave you at Donna's home, and it hurt just as worse.
"What??" He forced out in ultimate shock, watching you look almost ashamed while nodding slowly.
Knowing how you dealt with your cycle, even sitting or standing would sometimes be painful. The cold affected you, noises plagued you, and migraines powerful enough to hurt as awful as getting stabbed in the eyes were just the jest of it. Alcina knew how to take care of you, your sisters did as well. Did you feel selfish for making this choice? You did, but not for yourself, you thought that giving Heisenberg the unruly experience of dealing with you when it happens would be too much for the poor man.
He didn't see your reasonings, continuing to look at you absolutely baffled. The shock mutated into pure anger, his nose crinkling with rage as he stormed off, punching the doors open to leave.
"Don't slam my doors, you idiot!" Alcina barked at him, making you all the more angry at her as you started running after him.
You quickly caught up with him as he finished heading down the stairway, grabbing ahold of his arm while trying not to get hit with his hammer.
"Karl please. Please don't be mad-"
“I’m not mad at you! It’s just-” He huffed, pulling his arm from your grip while turning to you, pointing a finger straight at you. “I was gonna leave this castle with you, and now I gotta leave you here while you’re walking bait to these goddamn vampires??”
God, You fucking hated being a woman sometimes.
“I know, but it’s not like that.” You tried to state, watching him turn his head away.
“I want to go back with you, believe me Karl that’s all I want. It’s just, I hate saying this, but this damn thing I have to go through is fucking horrible, and I know I’ll be taken care of here. Trust me, if you were in my shoes you wouldn’t even wanna live with pain like this.”
The anger he had started to crumble, the pure worry and fear beginning to show in ways only you could see. Especially in his eyes when he looked back at you.
"I was gonna leave with you, that was the plan." He pointed down to the ground. "I don't care if its even for an entire week. I'm not a patient man, and you of all people should know that."
You bit your bottom lip, feeling your heart tingle at his words. You wanted to go with him so terribly, but you knew you had to stay for your own good, knowing you wouldn’t exactly be comfortable in this condition at the factory.
“Wait!” You grabbed his hand, seeing his eyes flick down to see before looking back at you.
“The back entrance," You spoke with a lowered tone. "You can sneak in, or I can leave with you through there if I have to. I don't want to be gone a whole week from you either."
He remained quiet, watching the worried, almost desperate look on your gorgeous face. If this was as truly as awful and painful as you and the tall bitch made it sound, did that really mean you wanted to risk being in so much pain just so he could have you back at the factory were you belonged?
It made him feel a little selfish for considering that, but he knew he was a selfish man, even with what was his. You were his.
He sighed, reaching over to take your hand. He lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss on your middle knuckle.
"We'll see, sweetheart."
He left shortly after, leaving you to watch the doors close.
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