The final whistle hit like a punch straight to the chest: England had lost the final against Argentina. He stood frozen for a few seconds, watching the opponents celebrate while his teammates crumbled around him. He walked aimlessly, not lifting his eyes from the pitch, his jersey soaked through and his gaze distant and empty. He didn’t see the cameras, didn’t hear the shouts… he was only looking for you.

You were waiting right at the edge of the tunnel, eyes filled with tears for him, caring about absolutely nothing else in that moment but how he felt. The second he saw you, all the strength he’d been forcing himself to hold up collapsed at once. He ran the last few metres and buried himself in your arms, pressing his face into your shoulder, trembling uncontrollably.

—We lost it… I failed… —he whispered, his voice broken, holding you so tight it almost hurt, as if he was afraid to let go and lose you too.

You held him with all your strength, running your fingers through his damp hair and pressing soft kisses to his temple.

—Don’t say that, my love. You gave everything, right until your last breath. I’m here, with you, no matter what happens. You’re not alone, Jude.

He stayed there for a long time, not caring who was watching. With you he didn’t have to pretend to be the strong player or set an example: he could just be himself, letting himself hurt and finding comfort in you.

When he finally had to pull away for the interviews, he gripped your hand as hard as he could before letting go, as if taking a piece of your warmth with him to get through it. He stood tall, but his voice still shook a little as he spoke. He said what he had to say, thanked everyone, and accepted the result… but his eyes kept finding yours again and again through the crowd. The second he finished, he didn’t stop to talk to anyone else: he came back to you in silence and squeezed your hand once more, no words needed, so you knew you were still his only safe place.

Back at the hotel, he knew it was all over: the World Cup, the dream he’d chased since he was a little boy… but he also realised all that weight and stress that had consumed him match after match was finally lifting.

—My love… are you okay? —you step closer and wrap your arms around him from behind.

He stays perfectly still for a few seconds, not moving or saying a word. Then he turns around slowly, looks you deep in the eyes, and kisses you with all the passion and everything he’d held back all night.

The kiss stretched on, slow and tender, as if you both needed to wash away all the pain of the night and remember what truly mattered. His hands moved gently over your back, pulling you close against him as if he wanted to merge with you. You pulled back just a little, only to look him in the eyes, and brushed your thumb softly over his cheek.

"I want to show you that you are the best there is… and you always will be, in every single way. Let me remind you of that, okay? Will you let me?"

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What if Heinrich Harlander had not met Victor Frankenstein and had instead met Dr. Godwin Baxter?

Dr. Godwin Baxter, an experimental creator, and Victor Frankenstein meet at a scientific congress in London. They are both drawn to the similarity in their research on life and death. Godwin is fascinated by Victor's experiments to reanimate dead tissue, while Victor admires Godwin's ability to create life from nothing.

They decide to join forces and establish a joint laboratory in Switzerland, where they can combine their knowledge and resources. Their main goal is to find a way to "tame death," that is, to prolong life and reverse the aging process.

In the midst of their research, Victor conceives the idea of creating an artificial human being, using parts of corpses and applying Godwin's knowledge of creating life. Godwin, although initially skeptical, is intrigued by the possibility of applying his techniques to a project of such magnitude.

Together, they create Adam Frankenstein, a creature composed of parts of different bodies and animated by a combination of electricity and Godwin's methods. Not long after, on a stormy night, while walking along the banks of the Thames, Godwin discovers a body floating in the water. It is a young woman, visibly pregnant, who has taken her own life by throwing herself into the river. Godwin, driven by a mixture of scientific curiosity and compassion, decides to take the body to his laboratory, and with Victor's help, they put the living brain of the baby she had inside into her head, bringing her to life.

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(Author's note: In this story, there will also be Victor x reader)

Two creatures reborn in an unnatural way, reborn from death, two creatures who are extraordinary.

For her… everything was new… her brain was that of a newborn but in the body of an adult between 20-30 years old. She was so beautiful but so inexperienced and very curious, but her creator was patient and let her be, because according to him, he wanted to see how the experiment would act.

But on the other hand… Adam was also all new but it wasn’t the same case… they had him tied up almost all the time and they didn’t have the same patience with him… his creator believed that, because he had so much strength and so little intelligence, he could hurt someone or lead them to death…

But due to fate, the two experiments crossed paths…