Rose's and Rust. Heisenberg x reader

A stroll through the woods.

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping in the trees outside, your arms stretched out over your head as you yawned.
Suddenly remembering the events of yesterday, you checked your hands to make sure the skin was still normal.

“Well, at least it looks like I haven't changed.” out of the corner of your eye you noticed a small, faded light blue vanity mirror, “nevermind.”
Thin grasslike threads had sprouted from your scalp during the night, replacing some of your hair, the tips of your ears had turned a light green, and petals had started growing out of the corners of your eyes like tacky makeup.
But other than that, you were mostly normal. “At least it doesn't hurt.”

Mitski rubbed against your leg.
She still looked the same, other than some grass stains on her white, fluffy paws.
The two of you walked out of the small bedroom, but the living room that was connected looked different. The walls were latticed with vines and flowers.
The large fan-like leaves sprouting from the dark green stems hung and swayed in the gentle breeze that wafted in the room.
The floor was covered in clover and speckled with small white flowers, a few bees and small white and yellow butterflies had flown in and were resting on the indoor field of clover. A large broken window hung at the side of the room. Sunlight poured in, covering the new plants in a golden light.

You were certainly confused, to say the least, but this place looked beautiful. “It's like I'm in a Studio Ghibli movie.” giving an experimental twirl in your bare feet.
You couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of what happened.
“You know Mitski, I don't mind if this is our home now, it's nice.” your toes curled in the soft, cold leaves on the floor. Looking down, you noticed that they grew slightly longer around you. “Now that's cool!” you ran around the room pressing your hands to the walls and watching the vines and flowers grow bigger with every touch.

“Look at me now, Miss Jackson, you said I would amount to nothing, but here I am being a plant god!” you cursed out your sixth-grade teacher while flexing your nonexistent muscles.
Calming down a bit, you turned to your cat who was clawing at the walls.
“Well Mitski, what should we do today?” “meow.” she jumped up and out of the open window, and into the overgrown forest.

“Alright let's explore.” you followed her out the window, grass and ferns sprouted from the ground with every step you took.
Rays of light from the morning sun peeked through the gaps in the overhead trees.
Looking around, you felt like you were in a fantasy movie or book. “If this is a dream, I don't think I want to wake up.” you gave your arm a light pinch just to be sure.

Over the trees you noticed the metal columns of what you could only assume was a factory. It didn't seem too far away, probably only a five-minute walk.
“I'll have to check that place out sometime.”
The sound of scratching came from the undergrowth.
A chubby racoon came scrambling out of the leaves and thicket, a small wooden screwdriver clenched in its little hands. It gave you a little squeak before scurrying off back into the woods. You felt so tempted to go after the little burglar, but he was too far gone.

Walking a bit further into the woods, you heard the voice of what sounded like a very angry man, but he was too far away to tell what he was saying. Gradually, his voice got closer and clearer.
“Get back here, you little bastard!” he yelled into the woods. You peeked around the trunk of a nearby large tree.
It was one of the people you saw before, the really attractive one with the hammer. However, it seemed like he had left the hammer somewhere else, as his empty hands were clenched into fists.
He noticed you staring from the reflection in his glasses. “Who are you? Show yourself!” simply accepting your fate, you walked out from behind the cover of the tree and gave him an awkward half wave.
His expression softened upon seeing you. His hands unclenched and his shoulders loosened.

“You're the person Moreau caught.” He looked like he was doing calculations in his head, trying to figure out what happened.
His eyes trailed from the grass intertwining in your hair, to the ferns and flowers growing around your feet. “Well, I'll be damned, that bitch Miranda was wrong.” You tensed up hearing that name. Panic covered your features. “Please don't tell her I'm here.” you practically begged the intimidating man. He gave a short, deep chuckle at that.
“Why on earth would I do that? I would like nothing more than to see her fail.” he pushed down his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, revealing to you his dark, amber eyes.

“Now getting off of that topic, have you seen a raccoon running by? He has one of my tools.” you ripped your eyes away from his, forcing yourself to look at the ground as you replied. “Yeah, he went that way.” he grabbed your outstretched pointing hand. “Then let's go find that thieving bastard.” a blush spread across your cheeks at the sudden contact.
You walked forward ahead of him so he wouldn't see your flustered face.

Eventually, after a few minutes of walking, he had let your hand go, and your fluttering heart had calmed down enough to ask the question that had been plaguing you.
“So what's the deal with Miranda and those other people?” He turned to you, a twinge of pity in his eyes at the fact that you had gotten caught up in all this mess, he took a deep breath and explained it all, Miranda's plan to bring back her daughter, the other lords, and what happened to the village.
“In the little group of lords there's me, Moreau, Donna, and that bitch of a woman Dimitrescu.” his voice got more annoyed when he said the last name, so you assumed it was the tall lady he was arguing with.
“She's hot, but she seems like she has the personality of a carrot.” he stopped for a second, then burst out laughing at your response. His knees buckled slightly and had to hold himself up with a nearby tree. “More like the personality of a fly. That woman is a dick, and she doesn't even have one!” you joined in his roaring laughter, you laughed until your chests began to hurt.
“I can tell I'm going to like you.” he gave you a grin that made your heart flutter.

You couldn't even respond before the scratching sound came again. He dashed over and picked up the squirming raccoon with one hand.
He snatched the screwdriver out of its little hands, much to its dismay, and set it back down on the forest floor. “Finally, I can keep working.'' He started walking back to the factory in the distance, but turned back around to face you.
“The name’s Heisenberg, by the way, Karl Heisenberg. Come, stop by my factory some time, I'd love to see you.” “o-ok I will.” he waved ‘bye’ before walking off back into the woods. Your hands came up to press on your chest where your beating heart was going wild. A single thought ran through your mind. ‘Oh no, I like him.’