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If you must refer to me in the third person you can call me Monstrrr, Monster, or even Frankie, I don't really care.
I'm an asexual gay trans man and this blog is to share my evil queer art (when I feel brave enough lol). I love being queer, queer love, queer bodies... and also monsters.
My relevant interests include Frankenstein, rock band Ghost, and horror movies, or just weird movies really.
You can expect to see writing and maybe amateur drawings from me.
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Minors DNI, this page will contain 18+ content.
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I don't roleplay.
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the creature x original male character
word count: 1.3k
warnings: stalking, internalized homophobia, angst, hurt/comfort maybe?
read it on ao3
In the late hours of the night while the world was deathly still and silent, the Creature crept back into the main room of the cabin. As autumn progressed it had been getting colder at night, and he had brought another blanket for Yves. The Creature himself was not very affected by the cold, but his guest seemed a bit scrawny and frail. He couldn't let Yves catch a cold. Although, he couldn't help but think, if Yves was sick, he would be completely unable to leave. And he would take care of him, like how the Captain had cared for Victor, and he could earn his affection…
The Creature shook his head slightly, as if the movement would rid him of these terrible thoughts. He had no ill intentions towards Yves, he would not do anything to harm him. Even if it would benefit himself.
He quietly approached the sofa and laid the new blanket atop the several others Yves had cocooned himself in. This one was a quilt, with a homely blue-and-white checked pattern. He couldn't remember where he had acquired it. Many of his possessions were things he had simply stolen over the years. But some he had technically bought, paying by leaving what he hoped was enough money behind in a shop in place of the newly missing item. He got most of his books in the latter way, for he had learned that anything other than the Bible was a rare treasure outside of a city.
Yves stirred slightly at the addition of the blanket, but did not wake. He turned over onto his side, facing into the room. The Creature stepped back and crouched down on the opposite side of the hearth, watching the steady rise and fall of the other man's chest. A curl of his golden brown hair had fallen across his face and fluttered in his breath. He looked heavenly in the warm, flickering light of the fire. The Creature found himself wishing he could reach out to brush Yves's hair back, to cradle his face in his hands and tell him that if all men are made in the image of the divine, then he must have been blessed with an extra resemblance.
The Creature rocked back on his heels and sighed softly, running his hands down his own face. Angels may be sexless, but Yves was only a man, and he should not be thinking about another man this way. If he himself could even be counted as a man. Had loneliness and seclusion made him so desperate for connection that any sense of kinship felt romantic? Or, worse, was his mind still as vile as his body? He rose from the floor and went back to his bed, hidden in the back corner of the cabin by shadows and curtains he had hung. As he laid back down on his mattress that was not quite long enough to accomodate his full height, he tried his hardest not to think about what it would be like if Yves were there with him, a soft living body to warm his cold bones.
When Yves awoke the next morning, he sleepily ran his fingers over the new quilt. He wasn't very surprised; the Creature had given him extra bedding in the middle of the night a few times already. Yves found it silly and odd of him to do that, but he was completely unbothered, even with the vague recollection of the Creature looming over him at night.
Over the second week of his stay, Yves had begun unpacking the few possesions he had with him, putting them where he thought was unobtrusive. This morning he picked up his small stack of books from the foot of the sofa and carried them to the bookshelf. It was large, but mostly bare, with a few dozen books on the highest shelves where they'd be easiest for an eight foot tall man to reach. Yves put his own on an empty lower shelf, but he was interrupted before he could even line them up properly.
"What are you doing?"
Yves had known the Creature was in the room, because he always was every morning, but he hadn't actually looked for him. He was standing at the far side of the cabin, on the threshold of the main area and the hidden one.
"I thought I might as well put my books here if I'm to stay awhile. Is that all right?"
"Oh. Yes." The Creature's flat expression and tone made it impossible for Yves to guess what he was thinking.
In reality, the Creature didn't know what to think. He was still a bit stunned by Yves's persistence to stay, and he was not sure how he felt about sharing his space after more than a decade of solitude. He brushed it off and went to gather something to eat as Yves considered whether to arrange his very small number of books alphabetically or by height.
The Creature noted the new additions to his library. There seemed to be some fiction, poetry, and informational books. He'd have to read them all. He also saw that in Yves's open bag on the floor across the room there were a few more small and thin books, more like booklets. He found himself terribly curious about those.
After a day spent lazing about reading, and walking out in the meadow with the animals and discussing their exchanged literature, the two men had blown out the candles and said their goodnights. Yves found himself glad to have the extra quilt when he felt the new chill in the night air, but he felt unsettled. He tossed and turned for a bit until he realized what was wrong. There was some noise coming from the Creature's hidden recesses of the cabin.
While it wasn't unusual for the other man to talk to himself, or to stir in his sleep quite loudly, this sounded different. Yves hesitantly stood up, his bare feet tapping quietly on the wood floor as he cautiously entered the private side of the cabin. He peeked through the dark, heavy curtains and discovered the Creature's sleeping quarters.
He laid twisted and hunched on his bed, his hands tense and jaw tight as if he was in pain. The Creature mumbled incoherently in his sleep as he twitched and shifted, the little noise amplified by the silent house.
Yves tiptoed towards him and saw his closed eyes were moving rapidly. Everything the Creature was capable of seemed miraculous to him. The living dead man dreamed in his sleep.
Not entirely sure what to do once he reached his bedside, Yves mustered up his courage and reached out to shake the Creature's shoulder. After some prodding, he awoke with a violent start. For a moment he looked Yves with pure fear, like an animal deciding whether to fight or flee. But he soon recognized his friend, and slumped back down as if weighted by exhaustion.
"I apologize for waking you like that, but you seemed to be having a terrible nightmare."
The Creature did not respond.
"Are you alright?"
Still no reply. The Creature looked up at him vacantly.
"Well, it doesn't seem like a good idea to leave you alone after that fit." After being met with more silence, Yves shoved him on the shoulder again. "Move over, you great lump."
The Creature complied, turning onto his side facing away from Yves, who sat down on the vacated side of his bed. Yves laid down stiffly atop the edges of the blankets the Creature was entangled in.
"Good night, Adam."
They both laid stock-still for what felt like an eternity, until Yves's breathing grew deeper and he shifted a bit closer to the Creature in his sleep.
The Creature did not know what to do with himself. He had been having one of the usual nightmares he'd suffered through many times, but it felt a thousand times worse with the presensce of Yves. Tears rolled down his hollow face as his thoughts spiraled. How could he deserve anything good in his life when the murdered specters of Henry, Elizabeth, and little William forever haunted him?
Time skipping all over the place here because I correctly predicted I have little patience
sweet little sun page dividers from @sweetmelodygraphics
Thanks for reading! I plan to make a chapter index post soon because this fic is going to have at least 4 more parts and that's probably the easiest way to wrangle them on tumblr.
the creature x original male character
word count: 1.3k
warnings: stalking, internalized homophobia, angst, hurt/comfort maybe?
read it on ao3
In the late hours of the night while the world was deathly still and silent, the Creature crept back into the main room of the cabin. As autumn progressed it had been getting colder at night, and he had brought another blanket for Yves. The Creature himself was not very affected by the cold, but his guest seemed a bit scrawny and frail. He couldn't let Yves catch a cold. Although, he couldn't help but think, if Yves was sick, he would be completely unable to leave. And he would take care of him, like how the Captain had cared for Victor, and he could earn his affection…
The Creature shook his head slightly, as if the movement would rid him of these terrible thoughts. He had no ill intentions towards Yves, he would not do anything to harm him. Even if it would benefit himself.
He quietly approached the sofa and laid the new blanket atop the several others Yves had cocooned himself in. This one was a quilt, with a homely blue-and-white checked pattern. He couldn't remember where he had acquired it. Many of his possessions were things he had simply stolen over the years. But some he had technically bought, paying by leaving what he hoped was enough money behind in a shop in place of the newly missing item. He got most of his books in the latter way, for he had learned that anything other than the Bible was a rare treasure outside of a city.
Yves stirred slightly at the addition of the blanket, but did not wake. He turned over onto his side, facing into the room. The Creature stepped back and crouched down on the opposite side of the hearth, watching the steady rise and fall of the other man's chest. A curl of his golden brown hair had fallen across his face and fluttered in his breath. He looked heavenly in the warm, flickering light of the fire. The Creature found himself wishing he could reach out to brush Yves's hair back, to cradle his face in his hands and tell him that if all men are made in the image of the divine, then he must have been blessed with an extra resemblance.
The Creature rocked back on his heels and sighed softly, running his hands down his own face. Angels may be sexless, but Yves was only a man, and he should not be thinking about another man this way. If he himself could even be counted as a man. Had loneliness and seclusion made him so desperate for connection that any sense of kinship felt romantic? Or, worse, was his mind still as vile as his body? He rose from the floor and went back to his bed, hidden in the back corner of the cabin by shadows and curtains he had hung. As he laid back down on his mattress that was not quite long enough to accomodate his full height, he tried his hardest not to think about what it would be like if Yves were there with him, a soft living body to warm his cold bones.
When Yves awoke the next morning, he sleepily ran his fingers over the new quilt. He wasn't very surprised; the Creature had given him extra bedding in the middle of the night a few times already. Yves found it silly and odd of him to do that, but he was completely unbothered, even with the vague recollection of the Creature looming over him at night.
Over the second week of his stay, Yves had begun unpacking the few possesions he had with him, putting them where he thought was unobtrusive. This morning he picked up his small stack of books from the foot of the sofa and carried them to the bookshelf. It was large, but mostly bare, with a few dozen books on the highest shelves where they'd be easiest for an eight foot tall man to reach. Yves put his own on an empty lower shelf, but he was interrupted before he could even line them up properly.
"What are you doing?"
Yves had known the Creature was in the room, because he always was every morning, but he hadn't actually looked for him. He was standing at the far side of the cabin, on the threshold of the main area and the hidden one.
"I thought I might as well put my books here if I'm to stay awhile. Is that all right?"
"Oh. Yes." The Creature's flat expression and tone made it impossible for Yves to guess what he was thinking.
In reality, the Creature didn't know what to think. He was still a bit stunned by Yves's persistence to stay, and he was not sure how he felt about sharing his space after more than a decade of solitude. He brushed it off and went to gather something to eat as Yves considered whether to arrange his very small number of books alphabetically or by height.
The Creature noted the new additions to his library. There seemed to be some fiction, poetry, and informational books. He'd have to read them all. He also saw that in Yves's open bag on the floor across the room there were a few more small and thin books, more like booklets. He found himself terribly curious about those.
After a day spent lazing about reading, and walking out in the meadow with the animals and discussing their exchanged literature, the two men had blown out the candles and said their goodnights. Yves found himself glad to have the extra quilt when he felt the new chill in the night air, but he felt unsettled. He tossed and turned for a bit until he realized what was wrong. There was some noise coming from the Creature's hidden recesses of the cabin.
While it wasn't unusual for the other man to talk to himself, or to stir in his sleep quite loudly, this sounded different. Yves hesitantly stood up, his bare feet tapping quietly on the wood floor as he cautiously entered the private side of the cabin. He peeked through the dark, heavy curtains and discovered the Creature's sleeping quarters.
He laid twisted and hunched on his bed, his hands tense and jaw tight as if he was in pain. The Creature mumbled incoherently in his sleep as he twitched and shifted, the little noise amplified by the silent house.
Yves tiptoed towards him and saw his closed eyes were moving rapidly. Everything the Creature was capable of seemed miraculous to him. The living dead man dreamed in his sleep.
Not entirely sure what to do once he reached his bedside, Yves mustered up his courage and reached out to shake the Creature's shoulder. After some prodding, he awoke with a violent start. For a moment he looked Yves with pure fear, like an animal deciding whether to fight or flee. But he soon recognized his friend, and slumped back down as if weighted by exhaustion.
"I apologize for waking you like that, but you seemed to be having a terrible nightmare."
The Creature did not respond.
"Are you alright?"
Still no reply. The Creature looked up at him vacantly.
"Well, it doesn't seem like a good idea to leave you alone after that fit." After being met with more silence, Yves shoved him on the shoulder again. "Move over, you great lump."
The Creature complied, turning onto his side facing away from Yves, who sat down on the vacated side of his bed. Yves laid down stiffly atop the edges of the blankets the Creature was entangled in.
"Good night, Adam."
They both laid stock-still for what felt like an eternity, until Yves's breathing grew deeper and he shifted a bit closer to the Creature in his sleep.
The Creature did not know what to do with himself. He had been having one of the usual nightmares he'd suffered through many times, but it felt a thousand times worse with the presensce of Yves. Tears rolled down his hollow face as his thoughts spiraled. How could he deserve anything good in his life when the murdered specters of Henry, Elizabeth, and little William forever haunted him?
Time skipping all over the place here because I correctly predicted I have little patience
sweet little sun page dividers from @sweetmelodygraphics
Thanks for reading! I plan to make a chapter index post soon because this fic is going to have at least 4 more parts and that's probably the easiest way to wrangle them on tumblr.
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the creature x original male character
word count: 1.9k
warnings: stalking
read it on ao3
For the next several days, Yves had excuse each morning for why he could not leave. His maps weren't ready yet, his compass had mysteriously demagnetized, he had misplaced a belonging. After awaking for the seventh time in front of the hearth, marking his stay as a whole week long, he had run out of lies to tell. He needed to have a hard conversation with the man he had begun to think of as Adam.
Yves sat up on the sofa and stretched his arms over his head. He had upgraded from sleeping on the floor a few days ago at his host's insistence. He took this as a good sign that the hospitality offered to him was genuine, but his optimism was overshadowed by the other man's unpredictability. The dog, Lotte, sat next to his feet. She perked up as Yves stirred awake, and came over to stick her nose in his face. He smiled and pet her face and ears.
"Your terrible hound is attacking me!" he said through laughter. Although he hadn't looked over yet, he knew that his host was at the table. And even if he wasn't, it seemed he was able to hear every noise within his house.
Harsh, rumbling laughter came from across the room. "Lotte, come here. Behave yourself!" The dog obediently trotted away to her master.
Yves rubbed the blurriness of sleep out of his eyes and looked across the room. The Creature sat at the table, his hands clasped in front of him. There was a troubled look on his face.
The Creature was indeed worried. His guest had been here a week now, and some of his reasons for staying were clearly facetious, but he couldn't be sure of the other man's intentions. As Yves arose from the sofa and went to inspect his things, the Creature said quietly, "You are welcome to remain here as long as you may need. You do not have to lie to me."
"Oh, thank God." Yves sighed with relief. "I was not quite sure how to ask about that. I feel badly for living in your home and giving nothing in return."
"You are in luck, then. There is something rather important you can help me with… I cannot easily procure food and supplies, and there is a village a few miles down the road that has certainly grown tired of my visits. You, however, can go in my stead, and I will no longer have to steal from those humble people." The Creature had thought about this arrangement carefully. There was great risk in sharing this information: his visitor now had an idea of where to go if he wanted to leave. He sat nervously, awaiting his guest's reply.
"Well, that sounds more than fair. I speak terrible German, but I'm sure I can manage." Yves grinned at him, but his smile faltered. "Are you sure I am not intruding on your privacy?"
"Quite sure. I do not live so private of a life by choice."
Yves nodded. He strode across the room and extended his hand. "Then I believe we have a deal."
The Creature hesitantly reached out and took his hand, so much smaller than his own. Yves gave it a firm squeeze in lieu of a handshake, and then moved to sit across the table from him. The Creature sat quietly stunned by the first human touch he had felt in a long time, the first voluntary contact with his horrid form in many, many years. He fought back the tears building in his eyes. After all this time, he had finally been given a friend.
Oblivious to the other man's emotion, Yves spoke again. "Well, the pantry is looking awfully bare after my being here for a week. Why don't I head into town for us today?"
The Creature narrows his eyes in suspicion. He was immediately looking for a reason to leave, surely. But the way Yves had said "us" made his expression soften.
Yves noticed his hesitation to respond. "You are afraid I will leave, aren't you. I can promise you I won't — a remote village is not much to my liking — but I know you cannot believe me." Yves stood and went back across the room to his belongings. As he did so, he mumbled to himself, "Poor man."
The Creature could have wept for joy at such sympathetic words. His visitor must be a saint, or an angel sent from Heaven, to say such a thing to him. Yet this could all still be some cruel trick, too good to be true.
Yves returned to him and hauled his pack to the table. It was filled with clothing, books, some maps, and miscellaneous tools and trinkets. He drew out of it a small cloth pouch.
"Here, I will bring only my purse with me into town, so you know I will have to return here. As a learned man yourself, you understand I could not bear to leave behind the few books I still have."
Still skeptical, but feeling somewhat reassured, the Creature nodded. He silently stood and moved to go outside, and Yves followed.
The Creature pointed to one edge of the forest. "If you travel east for a mile or so, you will find the road to town. I do not know how long the journey may take, even on horseback, so I suggest you leave with haste to be back before the sun sets."
Yves nodded and glanced at his compass. "I will depart now, then. I shall see you again soon."
The Creature waited for Yves to be far out of sight and hearing before starting off into the woods after him. Following him was a rash course of action, but if the traveler intended to betray his trust he would not let him get away so easily. Or, if he wanted to deceive himself that his intentions were more noble, Yves could get lost again. The Creature moved quietly through the forest, quickly catching up to the horse and rider but remaining as far from them off the path as he could while keeping them in sight. To his slight dismay, the thrill of the hunt he had felt many years ago was returning. He felt once again that he was the most dangerous thing in these woods, and he was keeping Yves within distance to strike.
Yves reached the town without incident, surprisingly, and seemingly without any inkling that he had been followed. When he spoke to the first villagers he encountered, a farmer and his wife, the Creature learned he was not lying; his German really was terrible. The man pointed into the center of town and Yves followed his direction, walking Beau next to him. The Creature sat down in a bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor to wait.
For someone who has all the time in the world to pass, the Creature is not patient. Birds came to peck at the ground next to where he sat, but he waved them away when some began tugging at threads of his tattered coat. He should have brought something to read.
After what must have been longer than an hour, Yves walked out through the edge of town with many parcels and bags. The Creature rose from the ground, startling a nearby rabbit which turned and disappeared into the brush. He followed Yves once again for part of his journey home, then cut straight through the woods to arrive before the other man did. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky.
When he arrived back at the cabin, the Creature paced around indoors and out. Surely Yves should be back any minute.
As the sky sank into evening, the Creature became more and more worried that Yves would not return. He swung back and forth between anger and terrible concern that Yves had gotten lost again, or something worse. As the last of the sunlight began to wane, the Creature resolved to go out and look for him instead of continuing to pace about doing nothing. He burst out the door, his dog following closely behind him, and hurried towards the forest.
In the same moment, Yves and Beau shot out of the treeline. Yves pulled the reins back, and the horse tossed her head and quickly slowed to a halt. The Creature met Yves out in the field as he dismounted.
"What could possibly have delayed you so long, man?!" the Creature snapped, then quickly regretting his harsh words.
Yves was taken aback by the rude reception, but understood when the anger melted into sadness on the giant's face. "I thought I was in no hurry! And, I was not lost again, believe it or not. The wood is quite lovely, so we were taking a stroll until the sun began to set." Yves smiled slightly at the other man. "Are you really so concerned about me? That is rather kind of you, but I fear your worry is in excess."
"It is dangerous to be out in the night. There are wolves in these forests," the Creature said flatly, avoiding looking at him, as if that fully explained his behavior.
"Ah yes, surely…" Yves turned away, rolling his eyes, and he began gathering up his parcels from where he had stashed them in his saddle bags. "Anyways, I've got bread, and also flour and eggs, and some vegetables and potatoes, and beef-"
"I do not eat meat."
Yves gave him a strange look. A man of this size is a vegetarian? He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The two of them made for a very odd domestic scene bringing the goods inside, the Creature carrying most of them at once. Now they had a bounty of food on the table, a crackling fire in the hearth, and candles lit as the last glow of sunlight disappeared. The Creature felt as if this must all be a pleasant dream, like many daydreams he'd had before, and he could wake up at any moment. But the guest in his home was very real, and still here despite his own erratic behavior. He sat, somewhat dazed and overwhelmed, half listening to Yves talk about the villagers and their trades.
Yves brought a hand to his face. stifling a yawn. "Well, I should be off to sleep. I trust this arrangement is suitable?"
The Creature looked at him blankly.
Yves gestured to the kitchen and table. "I do the shopping in town, and I can stay with you- stay here?"
Nodding silently, the Creature stood from his seat. He could talk to himself for hours in elegant prose, but when his words actually mattered in conversation he found himself speechless. "Good night."
Over by the fire, Yves called back to him, "Good night, Adam."
The Creature whipped around to face him. "Do not call me that name," he snapped.
Yves didn't falter. In fact, he did not react at all. "If that is your wish."
As he arranged his things by the sofa, he watched the Creature disappear into the recesses of the cabin. It was a small house, but the far end was obscured by shadows at night and by walls and closed curtains at day. He found himself wondering how much space there could possibly be back there for a bedroom. Yves laid down and watched the fire dance in the hearth until his eyes became heavy with sleep.
the creature x original male character
word count: 1.9k
warnings: stalking
read it on ao3
For the next several days, Yves had excuse each morning for why he could not leave. His maps weren't ready yet, his compass had mysteriously demagnetized, he had misplaced a belonging. After awaking for the seventh time in front of the hearth, marking his stay as a whole week long, he had run out of lies to tell. He needed to have a hard conversation with the man he had begun to think of as Adam.
Yves sat up on the sofa and stretched his arms over his head. He had upgraded from sleeping on the floor a few days ago at his host's insistence. He took this as a good sign that the hospitality offered to him was genuine, but his optimism was overshadowed by the other man's unpredictability. The dog, Lotte, sat next to his feet. She perked up as Yves stirred awake, and came over to stick her nose in his face. He smiled and pet her face and ears.
"Your terrible hound is attacking me!" he said through laughter. Although he hadn't looked over yet, he knew that his host was at the table. And even if he wasn't, it seemed he was able to hear every noise within his house.
Harsh, rumbling laughter came from across the room. "Lotte, come here. Behave yourself!" The dog obediently trotted away to her master.
Yves rubbed the blurriness of sleep out of his eyes and looked across the room. The Creature sat at the table, his hands clasped in front of him. There was a troubled look on his face.
The Creature was indeed worried. His guest had been here a week now, and some of his reasons for staying were clearly facetious, but he couldn't be sure of the other man's intentions. As Yves arose from the sofa and went to inspect his things, the Creature said quietly, "You are welcome to remain here as long as you may need. You do not have to lie to me."
"Oh, thank God." Yves sighed with relief. "I was not quite sure how to ask about that. I feel badly for living in your home and giving nothing in return."
"You are in luck, then. There is something rather important you can help me with… I cannot easily procure food and supplies, and there is a village a few miles down the road that has certainly grown tired of my visits. You, however, can go in my stead, and I will no longer have to steal from those humble people." The Creature had thought about this arrangement carefully. There was great risk in sharing this information: his visitor now had an idea of where to go if he wanted to leave. He sat nervously, awaiting his guest's reply.
"Well, that sounds more than fair. I speak terrible German, but I'm sure I can manage." Yves grinned at him, but his smile faltered. "Are you sure I am not intruding on your privacy?"
"Quite sure. I do not live so private of a life by choice."
Yves nodded. He strode across the room and extended his hand. "Then I believe we have a deal."
The Creature hesitantly reached out and took his hand, so much smaller than his own. Yves gave it a firm squeeze in lieu of a handshake, and then moved to sit across the table from him. The Creature sat quietly stunned by the first human touch he had felt in a long time, the first voluntary contact with his horrid form in many, many years. He fought back the tears building in his eyes. After all this time, he had finally been given a friend.
Oblivious to the other man's emotion, Yves spoke again. "Well, the pantry is looking awfully bare after my being here for a week. Why don't I head into town for us today?"
The Creature narrows his eyes in suspicion. He was immediately looking for a reason to leave, surely. But the way Yves had said "us" made his expression soften.
Yves noticed his hesitation to respond. "You are afraid I will leave, aren't you. I can promise you I won't — a remote village is not much to my liking — but I know you cannot believe me." Yves stood and went back across the room to his belongings. As he did so, he mumbled to himself, "Poor man."
The Creature could have wept for joy at such sympathetic words. His visitor must be a saint, or an angel sent from Heaven, to say such a thing to him. Yet this could all still be some cruel trick, too good to be true.
Yves returned to him and hauled his pack to the table. It was filled with clothing, books, some maps, and miscellaneous tools and trinkets. He drew out of it a small cloth pouch.
"Here, I will bring only my purse with me into town, so you know I will have to return here. As a learned man yourself, you understand I could not bear to leave behind the few books I still have."
Still skeptical, but feeling somewhat reassured, the Creature nodded. He silently stood and moved to go outside, and Yves followed.
The Creature pointed to one edge of the forest. "If you travel east for a mile or so, you will find the road to town. I do not know how long the journey may take, even on horseback, so I suggest you leave with haste to be back before the sun sets."
Yves nodded and glanced at his compass. "I will depart now, then. I shall see you again soon."
The Creature waited for Yves to be far out of sight and hearing before starting off into the woods after him. Following him was a rash course of action, but if the traveler intended to betray his trust he would not let him get away so easily. Or, if he wanted to deceive himself that his intentions were more noble, Yves could get lost again. The Creature moved quietly through the forest, quickly catching up to the horse and rider but remaining as far from them off the path as he could while keeping them in sight. To his slight dismay, the thrill of the hunt he had felt many years ago was returning. He felt once again that he was the most dangerous thing in these woods, and he was keeping Yves within distance to strike.
Yves reached the town without incident, surprisingly, and seemingly without any inkling that he had been followed. When he spoke to the first villagers he encountered, a farmer and his wife, the Creature learned he was not lying; his German really was terrible. The man pointed into the center of town and Yves followed his direction, walking Beau next to him. The Creature sat down in a bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor to wait.
For someone who has all the time in the world to pass, the Creature is not patient. Birds came to peck at the ground next to where he sat, but he waved them away when some began tugging at threads of his tattered coat. He should have brought something to read.
After what must have been longer than an hour, Yves walked out through the edge of town with many parcels and bags. The Creature rose from the ground, startling a nearby rabbit which turned and disappeared into the brush. He followed Yves once again for part of his journey home, then cut straight through the woods to arrive before the other man did. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky.
When he arrived back at the cabin, the Creature paced around indoors and out. Surely Yves should be back any minute.
As the sky sank into evening, the Creature became more and more worried that Yves would not return. He swung back and forth between anger and terrible concern that Yves had gotten lost again, or something worse. As the last of the sunlight began to wane, the Creature resolved to go out and look for him instead of continuing to pace about doing nothing. He burst out the door, his dog following closely behind him, and hurried towards the forest.
In the same moment, Yves and Beau shot out of the treeline. Yves pulled the reins back, and the horse tossed her head and quickly slowed to a halt. The Creature met Yves out in the field as he dismounted.
"What could possibly have delayed you so long, man?!" the Creature snapped, then quickly regretting his harsh words.
Yves was taken aback by the rude reception, but understood when the anger melted into sadness on the giant's face. "I thought I was in no hurry! And, I was not lost again, believe it or not. The wood is quite lovely, so we were taking a stroll until the sun began to set." Yves smiled slightly at the other man. "Are you really so concerned about me? That is rather kind of you, but I fear your worry is in excess."
"It is dangerous to be out in the night. There are wolves in these forests," the Creature said flatly, avoiding looking at him, as if that fully explained his behavior.
"Ah yes, surely…" Yves turned away, rolling his eyes, and he began gathering up his parcels from where he had stashed them in his saddle bags. "Anyways, I've got bread, and also flour and eggs, and some vegetables and potatoes, and beef-"
"I do not eat meat."
Yves gave him a strange look. A man of this size is a vegetarian? He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The two of them made for a very odd domestic scene bringing the goods inside, the Creature carrying most of them at once. Now they had a bounty of food on the table, a crackling fire in the hearth, and candles lit as the last glow of sunlight disappeared. The Creature felt as if this must all be a pleasant dream, like many daydreams he'd had before, and he could wake up at any moment. But the guest in his home was very real, and still here despite his own erratic behavior. He sat, somewhat dazed and overwhelmed, half listening to Yves talk about the villagers and their trades.
Yves brought a hand to his face. stifling a yawn. "Well, I should be off to sleep. I trust this arrangement is suitable?"
The Creature looked at him blankly.
Yves gestured to the kitchen and table. "I do the shopping in town, and I can stay with you- stay here?"
Nodding silently, the Creature stood from his seat. He could talk to himself for hours in elegant prose, but when his words actually mattered in conversation he found himself speechless. "Good night."
Over by the fire, Yves called back to him, "Good night, Adam."
The Creature whipped around to face him. "Do not call me that name," he snapped.
Yves didn't falter. In fact, he did not react at all. "If that is your wish."
As he arranged his things by the sofa, he watched the Creature disappear into the recesses of the cabin. It was a small house, but the far end was obscured by shadows at night and by walls and closed curtains at day. He found himself wondering how much space there could possibly be back there for a bedroom. Yves laid down and watched the fire dance in the hearth until his eyes became heavy with sleep.
Stalker male monster x GN reader
Inspired by the story request I got literally over a year ago T-T
Contains: stalking, scent kink, masturbation, voyeurism?
Length: 1k words
Your monster next-door neighbor has become fixated on you. He's not sure why, but something about you captures his whole attention whenever you're within his view. He can't help but wonder if your hair and skin is as soft as they look, and how small your body really would be against his. It doesn't help that your eyes seem to brighten a bit as you smile at him when you cross paths in the hallways of your apartment building. The one time he and you were in the elevator together alone, he barely kept himself from saying something he'd regret.
The worst part is the hope that he may have a chance with you. At night when he climbs out on the fire escape to peek into your windows, he sees what you read. You spend your evenings reading monster romance novels and watching movies featuring all sorts of fantastical creatures. Knowing that you do like monsters in that way makes his longing even more painful. How could he ask you out on a date when he's already gone too far, when he already knows the entire layout of your apartment, when you work, and when you sleep? It was completely futile in his mind, yet he could not stifle his obsession.
Tonight he had done the boldest thing yet. When you did your laundry in the basement of the building earlier in the evening, a few things had fallen out of your basket, trailing behind you on the floor without you noticing. Never very far behind you, your neighbor had rushed into the room right after you had left to collect a prize. There was no one else in the laundry room, but still he snatched up the piece of clothing nearest to him and hurried back home. He soon realized it was a t-shirt, nothing conspicuous at all, but he still felt as if he had just robbed a bank.
So now he sat in his bedroom, your freshly clean shirt in his massive hands. It mostly smelled like detergent and floral fragrance, but he could still smell a hint of you. Your scent that has been driving him mad ever since you moved in.
Suddenly, he became aware of sensation between his legs. To your neighbor's horror, he was half hard from just the smell of your clothes. Shame of his perverted behavior washed over him, but it did not diminish his arousal. And it wasn't enough to stop him from doing something even more shameful.
He experimentally held your shirt up to his nose and palmed the growing bulge in his pants with his other hand. A quiet moan escaped his lips as his cock twitched in response to the pressure. He fumbled with unbuttoning his pants as his breathing grew heavier. When he finally had his fist around his freed erection he nearly sighed with relief.
Mind clouded with lust, he shoved your shirt to his nose and mouth and began to stroke his cock at a brutal pace. Precum dripped down his length as he inhaled your intoxicating scent. The smell of you, faint at first, had overtaken all of his senses now. It was almost as if he was really shoving his face in your chest and breathing you in. Almost.
Dazed and with half closed eyes, he slowly lowered the fabric from his face and brought it to his painfully hard cock. Your scent was still overbearingly strong, even with the source of it removed, so he didn't hesitate to wrap your shirt around his cock.
The rubbing of the fabric against his oversensitive head was uncomfortable, but that somehow only added to his pleasure. The damp spot in the middle of your shirt only grew as he pumped up and down and twisted it around his cock. His hips twitched upwards involuntarily. Fucking something that smelled like you was the next best thing to doing it for real. It was definitely a huge improvement from just jerking off while listening to you talk on the phone.
He laid back on his bed, unable to stop thrusting into his fist. He bit down on his free hand, trying to muffle the moans he couldn't hold in anymore.
As he kept pumping his cock, he felt the heat beginning to build in his core. He wanted to last longer, to continue this hypnotic state of intense pleasure, but the thought of what you might look like if you were really on top of his dick sent him over the edge. His thighs shook and he cried out as he soaked your shirt even more. And he kept coming, countless ropes of his thick cum landing on the fabric.
After he finally stopped trembling, he propped himself up with one arm as he held up his work to inspect. Your shirt was beyond saving, there was no way he could get so many cum stains out of it. Currently it was warm and sticky and so embarrassingly damp from his arousal. He tossed it aside to the floor and flopped back down.
If all that was just from a clean t-shirt that he barely managed to pick up your scent from, he couldn't even imagine what he'd do if he got his hands on a pair of your underwear.
... Meanwhile, you were leaning on the fire escape, staring into the tiny gap in your neighbor's curtains that allowed you to peek into his bedroom window. Your plan to "accidentally" drop some clothing to see if he'd take it had worked, and from what you were able to view it seemed he was quite enjoying himself with it. You thought you were being too obvious with the monster smut books, but evidently this man is dumb as rocks. Unfortunately for you, that just made him even more attractive. How on earth are you going to handle this? Well, to start, you headed back inside to go spend some time with a special item of your own.
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the creature x original male character
word count: 1.9k
warnings: stalking
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For the next several days, Yves had excuse each morning for why he could not leave. His maps weren't ready yet, his compass had mysteriously demagnetized, he had misplaced a belonging. After awaking for the seventh time in front of the hearth, marking his stay as a whole week long, he had run out of lies to tell. He needed to have a hard conversation with the man he had begun to think of as Adam.
Yves sat up on the sofa and stretched his arms over his head. He had upgraded from sleeping on the floor a few days ago at his host's insistence. He took this as a good sign that the hospitality offered to him was genuine, but his optimism was overshadowed by the other man's unpredictability. The dog, Lotte, sat next to his feet. She perked up as Yves stirred awake, and came over to stick her nose in his face. He smiled and pet her face and ears.
"Your terrible hound is attacking me!" he said through laughter. Although he hadn't looked over yet, he knew that his host was at the table. And even if he wasn't, it seemed he was able to hear every noise within his house.
Harsh, rumbling laughter came from across the room. "Lotte, come here. Behave yourself!" The dog obediently trotted away to her master.
Yves rubbed the blurriness of sleep out of his eyes and looked across the room. The Creature sat at the table, his hands clasped in front of him. There was a troubled look on his face.
The Creature was indeed worried. His guest had been here a week now, and some of his reasons for staying were clearly facetious, but he couldn't be sure of the other man's intentions. As Yves arose from the sofa and went to inspect his things, the Creature said quietly, "You are welcome to remain here as long as you may need. You do not have to lie to me."
"Oh, thank God." Yves sighed with relief. "I was not quite sure how to ask about that. I feel badly for living in your home and giving nothing in return."
"You are in luck, then. There is something rather important you can help me with… I cannot easily procure food and supplies, and there is a village a few miles down the road that has certainly grown tired of my visits. You, however, can go in my stead, and I will no longer have to steal from those humble people." The Creature had thought about this arrangement carefully. There was great risk in sharing this information: his visitor now had an idea of where to go if he wanted to leave. He sat nervously, awaiting his guest's reply.
"Well, that sounds more than fair. I speak terrible German, but I'm sure I can manage." Yves grinned at him, but his smile faltered. "Are you sure I am not intruding on your privacy?"
"Quite sure. I do not live so private of a life by choice."
Yves nodded. He strode across the room and extended his hand. "Then I believe we have a deal."
The Creature hesitantly reached out and took his hand, so much smaller than his own. Yves gave it a firm squeeze in lieu of a handshake, and then moved to sit across the table from him. The Creature sat quietly stunned by the first human touch he had felt in a long time, the first voluntary contact with his horrid form in many, many years. He fought back the tears building in his eyes. After all this time, he had finally been given a friend.
Oblivious to the other man's emotion, Yves spoke again. "Well, the pantry is looking awfully bare after my being here for a week. Why don't I head into town for us today?"
The Creature narrows his eyes in suspicion. He was immediately looking for a reason to leave, surely. But the way Yves had said "us" made his expression soften.
Yves noticed his hesitation to respond. "You are afraid I will leave, aren't you. I can promise you I won't — a remote village is not much to my liking — but I know you cannot believe me." Yves stood and went back across the room to his belongings. As he did so, he mumbled to himself, "Poor man."
The Creature could have wept for joy at such sympathetic words. His visitor must be a saint, or an angel sent from Heaven, to say such a thing to him. Yet this could all still be some cruel trick, too good to be true.
Yves returned to him and hauled his pack to the table. It was filled with clothing, books, some maps, and miscellaneous tools and trinkets. He drew out of it a small cloth pouch.
"Here, I will bring only my purse with me into town, so you know I will have to return here. As a learned man yourself, you understand I could not bear to leave behind the few books I still have."
Still skeptical, but feeling somewhat reassured, the Creature nodded. He silently stood and moved to go outside, and Yves followed.
The Creature pointed to one edge of the forest. "If you travel east for a mile or so, you will find the road to town. I do not know how long the journey may take, even on horseback, so I suggest you leave with haste to be back before the sun sets."
Yves nodded and glanced at his compass. "I will depart now, then. I shall see you again soon."
The Creature waited for Yves to be far out of sight and hearing before starting off into the woods after him. Following him was a rash course of action, but if the traveler intended to betray his trust he would not let him get away so easily. Or, if he wanted to deceive himself that his intentions were more noble, Yves could get lost again. The Creature moved quietly through the forest, quickly catching up to the horse and rider but remaining as far from them off the path as he could while keeping them in sight. To his slight dismay, the thrill of the hunt he had felt many years ago was returning. He felt once again that he was the most dangerous thing in these woods, and he was keeping Yves within distance to strike.
Yves reached the town without incident, surprisingly, and seemingly without any inkling that he had been followed. When he spoke to the first villagers he encountered, a farmer and his wife, the Creature learned he was not lying; his German really was terrible. The man pointed into the center of town and Yves followed his direction, walking Beau next to him. The Creature sat down in a bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor to wait.
For someone who has all the time in the world to pass, the Creature is not patient. Birds came to peck at the ground next to where he sat, but he waved them away when some began tugging at threads of his tattered coat. He should have brought something to read.
After what must have been longer than an hour, Yves walked out through the edge of town with many parcels and bags. The Creature rose from the ground, startling a nearby rabbit which turned and disappeared into the brush. He followed Yves once again for part of his journey home, then cut straight through the woods to arrive before the other man did. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky.
When he arrived back at the cabin, the Creature paced around indoors and out. Surely Yves should be back any minute.
As the sky sank into evening, the Creature became more and more worried that Yves would not return. He swung back and forth between anger and terrible concern that Yves had gotten lost again, or something worse. As the last of the sunlight began to wane, the Creature resolved to go out and look for him instead of continuing to pace about doing nothing. He burst out the door, his dog following closely behind him, and hurried towards the forest.
In the same moment, Yves and Beau shot out of the treeline. Yves pulled the reins back, and the horse tossed her head and quickly slowed to a halt. The Creature met Yves out in the field as he dismounted.
"What could possibly have delayed you so long, man?!" the Creature snapped, then quickly regretting his harsh words.
Yves was taken aback by the rude reception, but understood when the anger melted into sadness on the giant's face. "I thought I was in no hurry! And, I was not lost again, believe it or not. The wood is quite lovely, so we were taking a stroll until the sun began to set." Yves smiled slightly at the other man. "Are you really so concerned about me? That is rather kind of you, but I fear your worry is in excess."
"It is dangerous to be out in the night. There are wolves in these forests," the Creature said flatly, avoiding looking at him, as if that fully explained his behavior.
"Ah yes, surely…" Yves turned away, rolling his eyes, and he began gathering up his parcels from where he had stashed them in his saddle bags. "Anyways, I've got bread, and also flour and eggs, and some vegetables and potatoes, and beef-"
"I do not eat meat."
Yves gave him a strange look. A man of this size is a vegetarian? He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The two of them made for a very odd domestic scene bringing the goods inside, the Creature carrying most of them at once. Now they had a bounty of food on the table, a crackling fire in the hearth, and candles lit as the last glow of sunlight disappeared. The Creature felt as if this must all be a pleasant dream, like many daydreams he'd had before, and he could wake up at any moment. But the guest in his home was very real, and still here despite his own erratic behavior. He sat, somewhat dazed and overwhelmed, half listening to Yves talk about the villagers and their trades.
Yves brought a hand to his face. stifling a yawn. "Well, I should be off to sleep. I trust this arrangement is suitable?"
The Creature looked at him blankly.
Yves gestured to the kitchen and table. "I do the shopping in town, and I can stay with you- stay here?"
Nodding silently, the Creature stood from his seat. He could talk to himself for hours in elegant prose, but when his words actually mattered in conversation he found himself speechless. "Good night."
Over by the fire, Yves called back to him, "Good night, Adam."
The Creature whipped around to face him. "Do not call me that name," he snapped.
Yves didn't falter. In fact, he did not react at all. "If that is your wish."
As he arranged his things by the sofa, he watched the Creature disappear into the recesses of the cabin. It was a small house, but the far end was obscured by shadows at night and by walls and closed curtains at day. He found himself wondering how much space there could possibly be back there for a bedroom. Yves laid down and watched the fire dance in the hearth until his eyes became heavy with sleep.
the creature x original male character
word count: 1.9k
warnings: stalking
read it on ao3
For the next several days, Yves had an excuse each morning for why he could not leave. His maps weren't ready yet, his compass had mysteriously demagnetized, he had misplaced a belonging. After awaking for the seventh time in front of the hearth, marking his stay as a whole week long, he had run out of lies to tell. He needed to have a hard conversation with the man he had begun to think of as Adam.
Yves sat up on the sofa and stretched his arms over his head. He had upgraded from sleeping on the floor a few days ago at his host's insistence. He took this as a good sign that the hospitality offered to him was genuine, but his optimism was overshadowed by the other man's unpredictability. The dog, Lotte, sat next to his feet. She perked up as Yves stirred awake, and came over to stick her nose in his face. He smiled and pet her face and ears.
"Your terrible hound is attacking me!" he said through laughter. Although he hadn't looked over yet, he knew that his host was at the table. And even if he wasn't, it seemed he was able to hear every noise within his house.
Harsh, rumbling laughter came from across the room. "Lotte, come here. Behave yourself!" The dog obediently trotted away to her master.
Yves rubbed the blurriness of sleep out of his eyes and looked across the room. The Creature sat at the table, his hands clasped in front of him. There was a troubled look on his face.
The Creature was indeed worried. His guest had been here a week now, and some of his reasons for staying were clearly facetious, but he couldn't be sure of the other man's intentions. As Yves arose from the sofa and went to inspect his things, the Creature said quietly, "You are welcome to remain here as long as you may need. You do not have to lie to me."
"Oh, thank God." Yves sighed with relief. "I was not quite sure how to ask about that. I feel badly for living in your home and giving nothing in return."
"You are in luck, then. There is something rather important you can help me with… I cannot easily procure food and supplies, and there is a village a few miles down the road that has certainly grown tired of my visits. You, however, can go in my stead, and I will no longer have to steal from those humble people." The Creature had thought about this arrangement carefully. There was great risk in sharing this information: his visitor now had an idea of where to go if he wanted to leave. He sat nervously, awaiting his guest's reply.
"Well, that sounds more than fair. I speak terrible German, but I'm sure I can manage." Yves grinned at him, but his smile faltered. "Are you sure I am not intruding on your privacy?"
"Quite sure. I do not live so private of a life by choice."
Yves nodded. He strode across the room and extended his hand. "Then I believe we have a deal."
The Creature hesitantly reached out and took his hand, so much smaller than his own. Yves gave it a firm squeeze in lieu of a handshake, and then moved to sit across the table from him. The Creature sat quietly stunned by the first human touch he had felt in a long time, the first voluntary contact with his horrid form in many, many years. He fought back the tears building in his eyes. After all this time, he had finally been given a friend.
Oblivious to the other man's emotion, Yves spoke again. "Well, the pantry is looking awfully bare after my being here for a week. Why don't I head into town for us today?"
The Creature narrows his eyes in suspicion. He was immediately looking for a reason to leave, surely. But the way Yves had said "us" made his expression soften.
Yves noticed his hesitation to respond. "You are afraid I will leave, aren't you. I can promise you I won't — a remote village is not much to my liking — but I know you cannot believe me." Yves stood and went back across the room to his belongings. As he did so, he mumbled to himself, "Poor man."
The Creature could have wept for joy at such sympathetic words. His visitor must be a saint, or an angel sent from Heaven, to say such a thing to him. Yet this could all still be some cruel trick, too good to be true.
Yves returned to him and hauled his pack to the table. It was filled with clothing, books, some maps, and miscellaneous tools and trinkets. He drew out of it a small cloth pouch.
"Here, I will bring only my purse with me into town, so you know I will have to return here. As a learned man yourself, you understand I could not bear to leave behind the few books I still have."
Still skeptical, but feeling somewhat reassured, the Creature nodded. He silently stood and moved to go outside, and Yves followed.
The Creature pointed to one edge of the forest. "If you travel east for a mile or so, you will find the road to town. I do not know how long the journey may take, even on horseback, so I suggest you leave with haste to be back before the sun sets."
Yves nodded and glanced at his compass. "I will depart now, then. I shall see you again soon."
The Creature waited for Yves to be far out of sight and hearing before starting off into the woods after him. Following him was a rash course of action, but if the traveler intended to betray his trust he would not let him get away so easily. Or, if he wanted to deceive himself that his intentions were more noble, Yves could get lost again. The Creature moved quietly through the forest, quickly catching up to the horse and rider but remaining as far from them off the path as he could while keeping them in sight. To his slight dismay, the thrill of the hunt he had felt many years ago was returning. He felt once again that he was the most dangerous thing in these woods, and he was keeping Yves within distance to strike.
Yves reached the town without incident, surprisingly, and seemingly without any inkling that he had been followed. When he spoke to the first villagers he encountered, a farmer and his wife, the Creature learned he was not lying; his German really was terrible. The man pointed into the center of town and Yves followed his direction, walking Beau next to him. The Creature sat down in a bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor to wait.
For someone who has all the time in the world to pass, the Creature is not patient. Birds came to peck at the ground next to where he sat, but he waved them away when some began tugging at threads of his tattered coat. He should have brought something to read.
After what must have been longer than an hour, Yves walked out through the edge of town with many parcels and bags. The Creature rose from the ground, startling a nearby rabbit which turned and disappeared into the brush. He followed Yves once again for part of his journey home, then cut straight through the woods to arrive before the other man did. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky.
When he arrived back at the cabin, the Creature paced around indoors and out. Surely Yves should be back any minute.
As the sky sank into evening, the Creature became more and more worried that Yves would not return. He swung back and forth between anger and terrible concern that Yves had gotten lost again, or something worse. As the last of the sunlight began to wane, the Creature resolved to go out and look for him instead of continuing to pace about doing nothing. He burst out the door, his dog following closely behind him, and hurried towards the forest.
In the same moment, Yves and Beau shot out of the treeline. Yves pulled the reins back, and the horse tossed her head and quickly slowed to a halt. The Creature met Yves out in the field as he dismounted.
"What could possibly have delayed you so long, man?!" the Creature snapped, then quickly regretting his harsh words.
Yves was taken aback by the rude reception, but understood when the anger melted into sadness on the giant's face. "I thought I was in no hurry! And, I was not lost again, believe it or not. The wood is quite lovely, so we were taking a stroll until the sun began to set." Yves smiled slightly at the other man. "Are you really so concerned about me? That is rather kind of you, but I fear your worry is in excess."
"It is dangerous to be out in the night. There are wolves in these forests," the Creature said flatly, avoiding looking at him, as if that fully explained his behavior.
"Ah yes, surely…" Yves turned away, rolling his eyes, and he began gathering up his parcels from where he had stashed them in his saddle bags. "Anyways, I've got bread, and also flour and eggs, and some vegetables and potatoes, and beef-"
"I do not eat meat."
Yves gave him a strange look. A man of this size is a vegetarian? He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The two of them made for a very odd domestic scene bringing the goods inside, the Creature carrying most of them at once. Now they had a bounty of food on the table, a crackling fire in the hearth, and candles lit as the last glow of sunlight disappeared. The Creature felt as if this must all be a pleasant dream, like many daydreams he'd had before, and he could wake up at any moment. But the guest in his home was very real, and still here despite his own erratic behavior. He sat, somewhat dazed and overwhelmed, half listening to Yves talk about the villagers and their trades.
Yves brought a hand to his face. stifling a yawn. "Well, I should be off to sleep. I trust this arrangement is suitable?"
The Creature looked at him blankly.
Yves gestured to the kitchen and table. "I do the shopping in town, and I can stay with you- stay here?"
Nodding silently, the Creature stood from his seat. He could talk to himself for hours in elegant prose, but when his words actually mattered in conversation he found himself speechless. "Good night."
Over by the fire, Yves called back to him, "Good night, Adam."
The Creature whipped around to face him. "Do not call me that name," he snapped.
Yves didn't falter. In fact, he did not react at all. "If that is your wish."
As he arranged his things by the sofa, he watched the Creature disappear into the recesses of the cabin. It was a small house, but the far end was obscured by shadows at night and by walls and closed curtains at day. He found himself wondering how much space there could possibly be back there for a bedroom. Yves laid down and watched the fire dance in the hearth until his eyes became heavy with sleep.
Oh while I'm back online let me say hello my beautiful tens of followers, so far this calendar year I've found out that the ao3 author curse is real, I was extremely depressed and struggling just going to work and not doing any hobby things like writing. But now it's fully spring where I live so seasonal depression is over! I've been continuing to work on my Frankenstein fic and I also have a lot of ideas for one off monster smut. See you soon <3
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