Rose's and Rust. Heisenberg x reader

Seeing the factory

The plumes of smoke rose up into the sky from the factory just beyond the tree line.
“What on earth is he doing in there?” the sound of metal thumping shook the forest, wild birds and squirrels had run into your home to hide from the sounds.

The raccoon you had met yesterday was curled up in your arms. Mitski sat next to him, glaring daggers at the wild animal.
A few more heavy thumps shook the earth, and a deer came running in for shelter.
“That's it, I'm finding out what he's doing.” the raccoon hopped out of your arms as you stood up to leave, your late mother’s words came to your mind.
‘Remember dear, when you visit someone you know, bring a gift.’ you looked around, seeing if you had anything gift worthy, there wasn't much, but there was an old pot filled with dirt that clearly used to hold a plant.

Mustering up all the power that you still didn't know how to control, you made a cactus sprout in the dry, dusty dirt.
It was covered in short spines sticking out at every angle, but a small crest of light yellow flowers speckled the head of the plant.
“This seems appropriate for him.”

You walked the short distance to the factory, the sounds of thumping and metal grinding only got louder the closer you got.
The gates to get inside were closed. You yelled to get his attention, and after just a few minutes of waiting, his voice came from the intercom.
“Ah, Y/n I didn't expect to see you here so soon, come on in.” the giant metal gates swung open, then swung closed again once you had entered.
“No going back now.” you whispered to yourself.

The walls inside were dark and cold, practically no colour could be seen other than brown and red.
It was a harsh contrast to the brightness you had grown accustomed to in your little cottage.

He met you halfway in a dimly lit hallway. “How on earth can you work like this? It's so dark.” he was taken a bit aback to the question, seemingly not noticing how dark it really was. “You get used to it after a while. Follow me, my work room isn’t as dark.” you simply nodded and followed behind.

The room he led you to was sparsely decorated. A work table sat at the end of the room. A few tools and half-finished projects littered the top, a board hidden by cloth hung on the wall just above it.
You looked at the cactus in your hands. ‘maybe this'll liven the place up.’ you thought to yourself.
You shoved it in front of him.
“Here, this is for you.” he awkwardly accepted it, clearly not knowing what to do.
“What's this for?” he stared at the plant with bewilderment.
“It's a gift.” you answered.
“No, I mean why are you giving me this, what's the occasion?” you shrugged your shoulders, not actually having a proper reason other than ‘your mom told you to years ago.’
“I just felt like it.” you semi lied.

He quickly turned away from you to put the plant in a decently bright spot, for a split second before he turned you could swear that he had a blush on his face, but you weren't sure. When he turned back around his face was the same as it always was.
“Shall I take you on a tour of the factory?” he abruptly asked, already moving towards the door.
“Hell yeah lets go!” you exclaimed with obvious excitement in your voice.

As he led you around the factory, you couldn't help but feel pity for him. Everything was dark, dingy, and piled with scrap metal.
Many of the rooms looked like levels for a video game. In one of the rooms you passed, you saw a large dark green painted machine; it looked like it was for slamming metal together. “Hey Karl.”
“Hmm?”
“What does that thing do?” you asked, pointing to the green metal device.
He looked over your shoulder to see what it was you were looking at. “That's for flattening sheets of metal.” “So that's the thing I was hearing.” you were a bit happier, knowing what it was that shook the forest earlier. “You could hear that from all the way over there?”
“yup.”

You noticed the further you walked through the factory, the more rooms he would avoid, even going so far as to take a completely different route, you decided not to pry, everyone has stuff they don't want people seeing, but this was an absurd amount of rooms to avoid.
You felt tempted to sneak a peek into one of the rooms while he wasn't looking, but you knew that doing so would only destroy the trust you two had.

The two of you entered a room that didn't have a floor, it was just a pit that went straight down; you saw the glimmer of some water at the bottom, so you knew it wasn't too deep, but it would still hurt like hell to fall into. Karl pressed a red button at the side of a dusty control panel.
A large metal crane extended out to meet the other end of the room.
He nonchalantly started walking across.
You could barely get one foot on without shaking from fear. You weren't even overly afraid of heights, but this was just too far of a drop for you to comfortably walk across.
You slowly tried to move your other foot onto the platform, but it just wouldn't budge. You clenched your eyes closed and forced both of your feet onto the metal.

All of a sudden, a calloused hand rested on your shoulder. Your eyes were startled open, and Heisenberg was standing in front of you, with worry creasing his brow.
“Do you need my help?” gulping down your pride, you nodded your head. He took both of your hands into his own, and started walking backwards, when your eyes drifted downwards he snapped them back up saying,
“Keep your eyes on me.” luckily for you, he thought that your blush came from fear and not from his attractive face.
He occasionally glanced back, making sure that the two of you weren't veering off to the side.

When your feet touched the solid ground at the other end of the room, a sigh escaped your lips in relief. “When we go back, can we please not go there again?”
He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle at your expense.
“Of course.” when his hands left yours, you hand to mentally stop yourself from grabbing his hands again, your touch starved ass just wanted to hold him more.

Walking down yet another hallway, the sound of metal screeching echoed through the walls.
“What's making that sound?” your hands instinctively rose to cover your ears.
“That's just something I thought would be a good idea, but it ended up failing.” your eyes darted towards the door.
“Can I see it?”
“I don't see why not.'' Inside the room was a giant bird-like metal creature, the wings were made of two large jointed smooth sheets of metal, its movements were jittery and slow from neglect.

“I was trying to make a flying beast like what Dimitrescu has, but it couldn't even make it off the ground.” you inspected the beast, everything looked like it should work, your eyes looked the creature up and down trying to find what was wrong with it, then you found the issue.
“The body is too big, and the wings should have more texture.” he gave you a confused stare.
“How did you know that?”
“I hyper fixated on birds a few years ago so I know an ungodly amount about how they work.” his heart fluttered a bit, staring at you in disbelief,
“Maybe now It'll actually work.”
“I can help you fix it if you want.” you offered, getting a bit excited at the idea of spending more time with this hunk of a man.
A slight blush tinted his cheeks, and this time you knew you didn't imagine it. “I- I have to go break something, right now.”
He grabbed your hand and quickly ushered you outside. Saying a quick “bye.” before going to sit in his room, his head buried in his hands thinking, ‘what the hell is this feeling?’