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Would anyone be interested in seeing Astarion X durge!reader fics? Iâll be posting them anyway but just curious to see if any of you would like to read them
Summary: Youâre the first person the creature finds after so cruelly gaining life
Word count: 2.7k
Part 1
You were no stranger to your fatherâs way of conduct. He had always been hardheaded and stubborn, passionate, ambitious, brilliantâ but most of all he was completely and utterly self involved.Â
His work always came first. It came before eating, breathing and sleeping. It came before his brother, his marriage, and even his own daughter.Â
You knew this and resented him for it for years and yet you were always the first to come to his defense regardless of how he acted. You didnât know why you did it, you knew he didnât deserve it, but perhaps you were always just going to be that little girl vying for her fathers attention.
But what he had done to the creature was indefensibleâ unforgivable.
âI donât understand why he has to stay under the tower in shackles!â You shouted at your father, standing over him while he sat at his desk, writing something or other in one of his many notebooks.
âI told you,â your father said sternly, âTheyâre precautions. It could be dangerous, we donât know what the creature is capable of.â
âBut you made him! How could you not know after working your entire life for this moment.â You spoke in exasperation, âBesides he hasnât hurt either of us! He hadnât even fought his chains!â
He said your name, trying to gain your attention in vain.
âYou call him an it and abandon him, treating him as nothing more than an animal. Where is the humanity in that father, have you become so obsessed with death youâve forgotten how to care for lifeââ
âEnough,â Victor hissed, hand hitting his desk, making you flinch from the sound. âLeave me. I need to work. And if I find you going to see the creature then Iâll have no choice but to lock you away in your room as well.â
Your jaw set. A wave of frustration crashed over you, forcing you to choke back the urge to cry
âLike when I was a little girl and you couldnât bare to lay eyes on me after mother diedââ
Victor stood up from his seat, marching towards you and gripping you painfully by the arm. âI donât want to hear another word,â he said, dragging you towards the door to the lab and throwing you out.Â
Hardly sparing you a glance, he slammed the door shut.
Your shoulders rose and fell shakily with every breath as you stared at the door in anger.
You believe you knew your father well enough to understand that he had a terrible habit of never facing any of his problems head on, instead he preferred to pretend they didnât exist until they went away.
You heard the scrape of metal against stone echoing up the tower from deep within.Â
You hated to think he was already doing just that to the creature.
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The days following the argument had been tense within the tower. As if a dissonant chord had been struck over and over again without any resolution.
You refused to speak to your father, you couldnât even look at him. Not that he even seemed to care at all, he was too preoccupied with work to even spare you a thought.Â
Meaning⌠not much has changed on his partâwell, maybe except for one thing.
Victor had always been a madman, laughing in the face of God. But ever since his breakthrough, something was different about him. He had achieved everything he had wanted. You had always believed that if he had actually managed to do what he had set out to, he could finally put all this to rest.Â
But that wasnât what had happened.
He had become a man without a purpose. A ghost in these walls. He continued to study the creature but not out of any real curiosity, it was just what felt right to do as a man of medical science.
And while your father had now been grappling with what comes next he had put an innocent being who hadnât asked for a second chance at life into what must have felt like purgatory.
You found yourself longing to see the creature.
You wondered if he remembered youâ if being the first person he had found after his creation meant anything.
But you had never disobeyed your father.
So when you found yourself standing outside the door to the deepest chambers of the tower in the middle of the night, you couldnât help the crippling guilt and the tremendous fear of getting caught weighing on you.Â
However the call to see the creature still felt stronger and so, you opened the door as quiet as a mouse, candles blowing with every movement.
Upon stepping inside you were immediately greeted by the musty smell of the chamber and a chill from the airs cool bite.
You shut the door quietly behind you before making your way in deeper. You stepped carefully on the moist tiles, making sure not to accidentally slip.Â
Then you found him.
Sleeping on top of the stone slab he was chained to. His large body curled up, wearing nothing but the bandages you had originally met him in.
Your heart broke at the sight.
Under any other circumstances you wouldnât have dared to wake another person from their sleep, but you werenât sure as to how many chances youâd have to see  him.
And so you walked closer, placing your candlestick down onto the ground and next to one of the many pillars in the chamber.Â
You then made your way to the creature, kneeling down next to the stone slab.
You raised a hand, gently placing it upon his scarred bicep and softly stroking his arm, hopefully as to not startle him awake. âHello?â you cooed softly.
It hardly took even a second as he was roused from his sleep.Â
âV-Victor,â seemed to instinctively fall from his lips. His eyes upon opening seemed to flick from what you assumed was shock to curiosity as he came to quickly understand that it was not Victor who had awoken him.
His lips parted. You believed he was trying to form a word before another, less shocked and softer âVictor,â escaped him. He sat up and you leaned back to allow him the space.
âNo not Victor,â you smiled up at him, placing a hand on your chest, â(Y/N).â
ââŚVictor.â
You giggled softly and a smile pulled at the creatures lips, âThatâs okay, maybe another time.âÂ
You stood, seating yourself onto the stone slab, moisture soaked into your nightgown but you paid it no mind.
âI apologize for not trying to come see you sooner,â you apologized, gazing at him sadly, âFather and I got into this fight and he forbade me from coming down to see you. I tried to listen, but it hurt my heart to know you were down here all by yourself this past week. So I thought maybe I could keep you some company until he wakes up. Would you like that?â You asked.
He grunted softly, gazing at you with eyes you hadnât realized you missed as much as you had. He looked to you as if you were the only person in the worldâ and you supposed you kind of were, other than Victor of course.Â
âMy father used to lock me away too,â you murmured, casting your eyes onto his wrists, and the heavy shackles that kept him in place, âThough, not the way heâs done to you.â Gently and curiously, you reached for his hand and he allowed you to grasp it. You shifted the shackle upward to find his wrists rubbed raw from the metal.
you softly brushed a thumb over the marks.
âAfter mother died he had retreated further into his work⌠I was just a little girl and he wasnât prepared to give me the same attention she had.â You had looked back up, finding the creature hanging onto every word though you doubted he understood completely. âSo he locked me in my room. I was allowed to come out for meals and school but the rest of the time I was in that little room. Said he had to focus on work.â You scoffed softly. âI know how lonely it can be being by yourself for so long, I couldnât let my father do that to you as well.â
Looking back down you had found the creature had slipped his hand into yours. With a soft smile you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
After that initial visit you had gone back to see him every night.Â
You had long figured out your fathers sleep patterns.
From 2-7am he was usually asleep, maybe not until 3 if he was particularly troubled with work, and sometimes he would be up by 6. So to be safe you had gotten into the habit of going to see the creature at 4 every morning, you would stay with him until 5:30 when you would make your way back up to your room.
It had worked flawlessly for a time.
You found yourself sharing stories from your childhood with the creature, you had even begun drawing him, taking up a hobby you hadnât touched since arriving at the tower. Though you believed your favorite thing was to read to him.
You liked to think he had found comfort in your voice and presence, and it didnât take a genius to see how he craved the touch of another being. And so, before long, you had begun reading to the creature with him curled up beside you, heavy head resting upon your lap.Â
He reminded you of a cat in these instances.
You often brushed your fingers through the short hairs that sprouted from his scalp, and fascinatingly, heâd mimic a purring sound.Â
All this had carried on for about two weeks before it would come crashing down.
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You sat upon the stone slab, careful eyes studying the curvature of his face and a steady hand sketched the planes of his face on paper.
âYou can have the charcoal pressed into sticks,â you rambled, gazing back up to his face. He had been going through previous drawings you had made long before meeting him. He accidentally tore a couple but you werenât too bothered by it. âHowever I prefer the vines. I like how powdery they are and they cover more area, though I still use the sticks every once in aââ
You were cut off by a soft grunt.
You peered up curiously, finding the creature puzzled over a drawing you had done. You leaned over to get a look at it.
It was a sketch you had made a very long time ago. It was a close up of a couple kissing.Â
âAhâ Iâve almost forgotten this one,â you murmured to yourself. You placed your current drawing down and moved to sit beside him, legs hanging over the stone slab next to his. You leaned against him, the warmth of your body seeping into the coolness of his skin. âItâs a little embarrassing but when I was younger I used to dream of romanceâ I think everyone does at some point. I still do from time to time but Iâve found myself craving it slightly less these days.â You looked up to him, finding him peering down at your face already, âYou see, I should be married at my age. But father, heâŚâ you tore your gaze away from his and back down to the drawing, âI donât think he wants me married⌠I donât know why, I always thought it should be a welcomed option to finally have me out of his home but heâs always turned down every suitor Iâve ever had.â You sighed softly, thumb brushing over the corner of the page, remembering all those times you stared out your bedroom window longing for a romance just like your books had told of. âTheyâre in love,â you explained, âAnd so they kiss. I wouldnât know what itâs like though,â you smiled wryly to yourself, shaking your head at the memory of all the fantasies you used to have. You peered back up at the creature, âI suppose you wouldnât know either.âÂ
Your eyes searched his for some semblance of understanding in them. The amount of confusion in them had changed just slightly over the weeks you had been visiting him but the reverency held in them for you never did.Â
You lit up with a thought, âThereâs other types of kissing as well,â you quickly stood up, moving to stand across his seated form, âHereâs a lesson in etiquette.â You said, grasping his hand in yours and holding it up between yourselves. âIn polite society, itâs proper etiquette for a man to kiss the back of a Ladyâs hand with a bow in greeting. Like this,â you had lifted his hand, and dipped your head, brushing your lips against the back of the creatureâs hand. âAnd then I would say, âItâs a pleasure to meet youâ. Here, now you try.â You then switched your hands, so he was now holding yours, the back of your hand facing up.
It was quiet as he stared at you, he shifted and swayed in the way you had grown accustomed to, as if he still had yet to gain control of his new body.Â
You decided to help him along, pushing your hands forwards ever so slightly. âGo ahead. Like this,â you raised your other hand up and kissed the back of it.Â
There were a few more beats of silence before the creature then leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he pressed his lips to the back of your hand. Not exactly a kiss, it was more so the simple pressure of his lips against your hand.Â
Then he leaned back and said something you havenât heard before.
He said your name, it was slow, raspy, and broken down slowly by each syllable⌠but he said your name.
You stared at him in utter shock
âYou justââ
âWhat is going on here?âÂ
You reared back, turning on your heel to find your father making his way towards the two of you.
From behind you now, the creature pushed himself backwards, further onto the stone slab and brought his legs and arms in as if to shield himself from Victorâs wrath.
âFather Iââ
âI explicitly told you I didnât want you coming down here and you blatantly disobeyed me,â he lashed, standing before you now, âI thought you were asleep, instead I find you down here curled up with the monster as if you are loversââ
You nearly saw white, âLovers!?â You all but shrieked, âHow could you even insinuate such a thingââ
âHow!?â He stepped forward towards the stone slab, making the creature move farther from him, as Victor snatched the drawing of the couple kissing, âThen whatâs this? What ideas are you trying to put in its head?â
âHeâs not an it! And Iâm notââ
âBut it is. It isnât human. Whatever relationship you think you have with this creature is not natural and ends here,â he yelled, grabbing your arm tightly and causing you to yelp in pain. He had begun pulling you along with him when there was a sudden echoing of chains scraping against metal.
Victors eyes widened and just as you were about turn and look, he had shoved you roughly behind him and backed up.
The hard shove while on the smooth, slick tile caused you to fall with a painful thud.
There was a loud grunt of your name and chains scraping. You looked up in a frenzy to find the creature struggling against his chains, fighting against them, with his eyes on you.
It would have been a frightening display if you hadnât have known him.
âGet up,â your father said sharply, in clear awe and fear of the monster. âWe need to leave.â
The creature called your name again.
He was scared for you.
But your father was scared of him.
Victor bent down and grasped your arm once again, yanking you up. Your feet fought for stability as he began pulling you toward the exit.
All the while screams of your name became more and more desperate, and the echoing of chains was deafening.
You only were able to throw in one last thing before your father closed the door to the chamber on you forever.Â
âI promise Iâll come back!â
-
You never were able to fulfill your promise, because later that night after spending all day crying until you fell asleepâŚ
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Just deactivated an old blog I used to have 12,000 followers on, finally put an end to that era. Having a ton of followers like that was fun for a while but it definitely made my anxiety worse at the time
Summary: Youâre the first person the creature finds after so cruelly gaining life
A/N: Frankenstein 2025 was exactly what I needed, I havenât posted anything in months but this movie reignited something in me. Donât know how long itâll last but Iâll ride this wave until it crashes
Word Count: 1.1K
The gasp that jolted you awake was a roll of thunder.Â
And the scream that flew past your lips was the strike of lightning.
Out of pure instinctual fear you found yourself shambling backwards, curling in on yourself as you huddled against the head board.
 You couldnât make heads or tails of what you were seeing in the shadows. It was tall and sinewy, and wrapped in bandages. It loomed over the foot of your bed as if it were death himself, ready to whisk you away from the realm of the living.
The light that caught the figures face gave way to a prominent brow bone, one that shielded its eyes, appearing to you as hollow sockets. Perhaps you would have even believed it had no eyes if it wasnât for the one glowing iris that stared back at you.
It was horrifying.
And yetâŚÂ
It dared not move from where it stood.Â
It did not leap or lurch at you. It did not do any of those things you believed would happen if what you assumed to be a man or beast would do to a young woman such as yourself at this hour.Â
Instead he stood and stared.
And just like the strike of a whip to your hand, it came flooding back.
You released a shaky sigh as your eyes now lit up in wonder at the being.
âY-youââ you cleared your throat, âYouâre himâ the man fatherâs been working on.â
As your eyes adjusted to the dark and whatever sunlight there was that seeped through your curtains, you took him in.Â
He was dressed immodestly, only standing in the bandages your father had wrapped him in. It maybe would have made you blush if you werenât already stunned by this new revelation.
You swung your legs to the side of your bed and bounded towards the curtains of your room, eagerly opening them to allow the sunlight to flood in.
A loud, fearful whimper escaped the creature as he turned away from the light.Â
Immediately you began to hush him.
âNo, shh, itâs just sunlight,â you cooed, boldly placing a reassuring hand on his back and another on his arm to pull him back towards the light. âSunlights good, see?â You turned, releasing him, standing now with your arms outstretched to embrace the warm rays.
He had sighed, imitating your movements, embracing the sun himself.
You turned once more, eyes alight as you were now able to properly gaze upon him.
âYouâre amazing,â you grinned, eyes following the winding path of scars across his body before finding the bandages that obscured his face. âOhâ here, allow meâŚâ you stepped forward, undoing his bandages and revealing the face of the new man beneath. âExtraordinary.â You sighed, smile softening at the way he gazed upon you. His eyes were soft, his blinks even softer, looking to you as a lifeline. It was clear you were the only person he had found after he had been given life.
You discarded the bandages to the foot of your bed.
âCan you speak?â You asked, only for his gaze to shift, favoring confusion. âIâm (Y/N),â you tried. âItâs okay if you canât speak. I think you can learn.â
You reached an open palm towards him, giggling as he hadnât hesitated to grab it. Now staring at your hand as he fiddled with your fingers curiously.
âYouâre gentle, arenât you?â You asked, absolutely delighted with the carefulness of his trembling hands. âI suppose you havenât met father yet,â you hummed, captivated by his eyes and the newfound wonder in them, âHe wonât know what to do with himself once he sees you. Perhaps weâll finally be able to return home after seeing his success.â He then turned your hand over, grasping at the sleeve of your nightgown and pushing up to reveal more skin.Â
âItâs been awfully lonely in this tower,â you continued to ramble, âIâd hate for you to have to endure it as wellâ I donât have many friends back home though, father thinks friends are a waste of time but I think it should be good to be around others regardless.â A thought dawned on you, making your grin split in two. âWe shall be friends,â his eyes found their way back to yours, âI donât think father should mind if I tried teaching you, that way weâll spend time together and get to know one another as friends do.â
His eyes held no understanding of what you said but you didnât mind. You couldnât mind with the way he continued to look at you. At this moment you were all that he knew and a quite large part of you was thankful that he was met by your presence rather than you fathers. For years you were under the impression that he cared more for his creations than his own flesh and blood daughter. You resented him for that if you were being true to yourself, though in this moment you prayed he would be more caring for this man. This poor man who had woken up barely clothed and all alone, who had to search the tower for some sign of life to know he wasnât truly all by himself.
But he wasnât, and youâd make sure of that. Even if it was partially selfish on your part and a way to remedy your own loneliness.Â
Your free hand traced the scars on his chest before you took a step forward and gently placed your ear against his chest.
The heartbeat was unmistakable.
âExtraordinary,â you breathed once more, breath suddenly hitching as the creatures arms wrapped around your body in a hug.
You had the thought to pull away but again, selfishly, you embraced him back. If for nothing more than to feel arms wrapped around you and to feel someone else in your own. To be embraced in a world as lonely as this was a balm, one you hadnât felt since your mother passed all those years ago.Â
There was a sudden crash upstairs in what you had assumed to be the laboratory.Â
The sound frightened the creature and he pulled away.
âSh, thatâs alright.â You soothed him once more, âThatâs just father. I suppose now is the time to introduce you two.â You said, offering him a smile, one he wasnât able to read with how many secretsâ with how many wounds were held behind it.
Instead he imitated the smile, offering a small one back.
âCome,â you grasped his hand, âWe shall see father.â
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Hi! Iâve actually been doing so much better recently, itâs like day and night with what I had been living with for the last few years compared to now. I really appreciate you asking, so thank you âşď¸ đ
Aw ty, Iâm doing well. I got diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, so itâs been a lot to process but Iâll be starting treatment rlly soon, probably next week. And im feeling pretty good about it, once im in remission i should be able to live normally again but I am on medication for life which kinda sucks. Ty for checking in đđ
Welp, being diagnosed with a chronic illness was definitely not on my 2025 bingo card, but here we are. Turns out you canât just avoid the doctor for five years and not expect to land ass first in the hospital.
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Okay so to ease everyoneâs minds I have actually started writing part 3 of Teenage Dirtbag. I canât say when it will be out but this is the last part youâll have to wait for with this fic