The Harvest - Resident Evil Village Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Part V - Cry Baby

You didn't remember how you got in that situation in the first place. Of course, Lycans were a normal treat for the Village people, but somehow, they respected the villagers, at least, most of the time. You, on the other hand, wasn't born among those people. No, your essence was different, you were, in some ways, an outsider and because of that, the cabin people had their shares of nightmares with Lycans attacking their loved ones.

This time, it was about yourself. You heard the roars and your blood went cold. Actually, this sound was a more bestial than the usual, drier than the throaty ones Lycans usually make when calling the others. You were afraid it was a Vârcolac. You didn't see it, but ran from the source anyway. Maybe you did a mistake, because instead of running to the Village, you took the path to the forest, to the abandoned cabins where you thought you could be safe.

You were hidden in the wreck of your old home. As suddenly as you got there, you knew you were doomed. The Vârcolac was nearby, you could hear its steps breaking through dead branches with a strength you tried not to imagine. You were cold sweating now, it arrived at the cabins and was sniffing around, searching for your smell. You were certain you smelled like fear.

For a moment there, it all went dead silent. Nothing moved, no noise was heard. But you knew it couldn't have simply disappeared, the Vârcolac was more cunning than you expected. Then, out of nowhere, its huge, dark haired beast head was framed by the remnants of a window above you. The chimera opened its wide mouth, showing its sharp teeth and a terrible, profound roar resonated in your mind, your eyes hypnotised by the view of death coming.

You woke up panting, still feeling the hot breeze of its breath on your cheekbones. You didn't notice where you were at first, too scared to even understand it was all a bad dream. Heisenberg, who had been sleepy by your side, watching you sleep, promptly sat up with your reaction, wrapping a protective arm around your belly.

"You okay there, sweety?" He asked, making you calmer as soon as you perceived his husky morning voice.

"I had a nightmare." You confided, burying your face on his collarbone, using his scent to help your nerves.

"Wanna talk about it?" Karl wrapped you in his strong arms, pulling you to his lap as you instinctively hugged him.

"It was stupid, nothing special." You tried to mask the real terror that consumed you minutes ago.

"Nah." He clicked his tongue. "Nothing you say is stupid, buttercup." For that, you smiled, resting on his intense grip.

"I was being hunted by a Vârcolac." You finally confessed, feeling a bit ashamed of it, imagining that that man wouldn't understand such human fear.

"Oh, Y/N, no need to be afraid, buttercup." He smiled back at you; his adorable expression framed by messy grizzled hair locks. "Those damn things are far, you are safe. And I will never let them get any close to you, anyway." He shrugged as if it was nothing for him to deal with.

Being held and told these words made you significantly less worried. Every obstacle for you seemed easier to Karl and he promised to take care of you. Of course, you wanted to be able to defend yourself and you could do that reasonably well, but with that sort of thing was a lot different. They were mutated beings and you were... Well, only human. In that manner, you felt safe with him, like that, resting in his arms, almost forgetting what had just upset you.

"Thank you, Karl." You told his neck, pressing gentle kisses on his sweet spots surrounding his Adam's apple, making him bit the interior of his cheek.

"No problem, kitten." Heisenberg said, holding your chin with his free hand, making you rise your eyes and gaze at his bicoloured irises.

He leaned towards your lips, taking them in his, kissing you ever so passionately, you could melt in his warmth. You couldn't get enough of his kisses. Feeling the scar on his bottom lip usually made you shiver, a sweet sensation flooding your entire form. He held you tighter, as if you would slip away at any moment. The man still incapable of believing you choose to stay there, with him, not once finding it a bad experience, as most people would by living in that factory.