Resident evil village one-shots

i wish i could

𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪 // in which the reader is Heisenberg's helper in the factory, but falls for Bela

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≪•◦ author's note ◦•≫

➸english is not my first language so im really sorry for all the mistakes, feel free to comment abt it so I can fix them

➸i love reading any comments at all + if u have any suggestions and requests id love to write it

➸idk i hope u all enjoy this story :)

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╰┈➤TWs for everything that will happen in this one-shot:

//karl's exploiting his worker a bit

//mommy and praise kink

//a tiny bit of choking, a tiny bit of orgasm denial

//begging

//idk what else to add, lmk if there's anything i missed

That's it, let's start the actual story, finally ------------------

I've been working for Lord Heisenberg for as long as I can remember. I don't know who my parents are, or why they left me, but frankly, I don't care. Heisenberg is alright, I guess he did give me a place to call home, even if it's a small room in his factory. He provided me food, clean clothes and a bed to sleep on. I don't know why he is doing that, maybe he owed my parents something, but whenever I'd ask him, he got mad, so I gave up. The reason I said he is just alright is that I still have to work for him. When I was little it was smaller things, like cleaning different surfaces or carrying some boxes around, but as I got older, the jobs became more physically challenging. Now, I basically do as much as he does, even tho he is much stronger than I am. I'm not complaining, I know all about making his machines and fixing them. Still, I can't say I like living here, a rusty, dirty factory is no place for a teenage girl. He gave me a phone for one of my birthdays, but it's more of a punishment than a gift - seeing all the other girls my age having fun at parties, vacations, and whatnot, while I'm stuck working.

- Y/N, you lazy motherfucker, get here! - he stopped my jealous thoughts. I got up from my desk and walked to his room.

- Here's the deal: that bitch Miranda... oh she has the dumbest ideas! - he started, emphasising the word "bitch" - She wants to meet you! And Alcina agreed to hold the meeting in her castle.

- Oh wow... I don't know what I am supposed to feel... - I said, because I know I am supposed to respect her and be honoured how she cares about my existence, but honestly I'm not.

- I don't either. Everyone will be there; that giant asshole, her slutty daughters, the crazy doll... it will be a nightmare! And you have less than a day to prepare.

- Wait, when is this meeting?

- Tonight.

- But I have to go, right? - I wanted to confirm. I didn't want to go, but getting out of the factory and talking to anyone other than Heisenberg could be nice. And I'm sure they aren't as bad as he describes them, he tends to be overdramatic.

- Yes. I guess I should get you some... nicer clothes. I'll go to the village later, what would you like?

- A dress! - I exclaim because I've never had one and I used to see the "strawberry dress" all over Instagram. Everyone seemed to like it, so Mother Miranda probably will as well. Maybe they will have it in the village?