So I have no self control. (Heisenberg X Reader)

part 10!!

You scrambled down to the basement, your footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallways. Chris had really outdone himself—his machine was almost finished, a hulking beast of metal and firepower.

“Chris!” you called, startling him. He tensed before sighing in relief.

“(Y/N),” he muttered, barely looking up as he continued modifying his device.

You crossed your arms, watching him work. “Heisenberg asked me to grab you,” you said quickly, holding up your hands before he could get huffy puffy about it. “And before you get mad—no, I didn’t tell him you were down here.”

Chris finally looked at you, his expression shifting slightly as he processed your words. With a sigh, he wiped his hands on his pants, secured his gun to his hip, and stepped toward you.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

You beamed, turning on your heel and rushing ahead, Chris following behind. You made it up just in time to see Ethan and Heisenberg already talking—or rather, arguing.

Ethan was aggressive, his body tense, his hands clenched into fists. Not that you could blame him.

Then, his eyes landed on you. He froze.

“(Y/N)?” His voice wavered, shock flickering in his tired eyes. “You’re alive? I thought a Lycan got you…”

You shook your head and quickly moved to Heisenberg’s side, grabbing onto his arm and nuzzling against it. Karl smirked a little at your affection, though his gaze stayed firmly locked on Ethan.

Chris stepped up beside you, and Ethan’s shock deepened.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Ethan lunged at Chris.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” he growled.

Chris didn’t react—at least, not in the way you expected. Instead, he let out a low chuckle and hugged Ethan back.

You and Karl exchanged glances but let them have their moment. After all, they had been through hell together.

Finally, you placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, waiting for him to look at you.

“Ethan, we want to help take down Miranda and get your daughter back, okay?” you said gently, offering a reassuring smile. “Heisenberg has an entire army ready to go. And Chris? He’s got a freaking tank.”

You giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

Ethan pulled back from Chris, his expression guarded as he glanced between all of you. His blonde hair was filthy, crusted with dried blood and whatever fish goo Moreau had left behind. He looked exhausted—but there was a new spark in his eyes.

“If you’re really willing to help…” he exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then I’ll gladly accept it. As much as I’d love to do this alone, I don’t think I can.”

You grinned, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Then let’s get your daughter back, Ethan.”

Karl let out a low grumble at the sentiment but nodded nonetheless.

And with that, the real planning began.

Chris, ever the strategist, immediately started working out the details. His mind worked fast, piecing together a plan that—while not perfect—had serious potential. The goal was clear: Destroy the Megamycete and kill Miranda.

Your role? Lure out Miranda.

She had a weak spot—her obsession with being a perfect mother. You would taunt her, push her buttons, make her so furious that she would come out into the open, blinded by her own rage.

It was terrifying, but at the same time? It felt right.

All your life, you had been told to worship her, to respect her. And yet, she had destroyed your village, treated human lives like toys. If you could be the one to help bring her downfall? That was justice.

Meanwhile, Heisenberg would unleash his army, while Chris and his team handled the tactical assault. Ethan, of course, would face Miranda head-on. The moment she took the bait, you were supposed to fall back and regroup with Heisenberg.

Simple. In theory.

The only issue? Karl didn’t love the idea of you being involved in the fight.

“You could just wait on the helicopter, you know,” he muttered, arms crossed as he eyed you.

You glared. “Not happening.”

He let out a deep sigh. “Kitten…”

“Nope. I’m in.”

You both stared each other down. Eventually, Karl groaned, rubbing his temple before finally—reluctantly—caving.

“Fine. But if anything happens to you, I’m kicking your ass.”

You grinned in victory.

With the plan set, you all agreed to get some rest before the battle.

Or at least, try to.

Sleep did not come easy that night. You all lay awake, minds racing, hearts pounding with anticipation.

Tomorrow, everything would change.