“Watch tthis!!” You said as you deattached your head and thrown it at mark who jumped back.

“Wh-what the fuck?!” He yells as he grabbed your head, looking back at your headless body as you snickered.

“Chill the fuck out dude, I’m fineee”

“How is this fine?!! How are y-you talking?!” Questioned spew out his mouth as he watched your body walked towards him. Your cold hands grazed his as you took your head back.

“Cause, I’m dead. Well I’m alive of course, but like I said, I’m dead.”

Mark moved back, before he laid onto his bed, grabbing his head as he stared at you reattaching your head as the stitches from your neck connected to it.

“Calm ya ass down man, you’ve seen fuckin' worse.”

“Plus, you practically owe me since you killed me.” You said, as a dark tone echoed in Mark’s head before he woke up, sweat pooling at his chest and head as he clutched his sheets.

“Just another nightmare.” He says, holding a hand to his face. But it felt so real…

Too real..

Description: Though the threat of Dracula was gone from the world, there were always other supernatural threats. Who better to help Van Helsing than the granddaughter of one such legend?

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This is bending the Van Helsing universe just a little, where Victor Frankenstein isn’t as young as he is portrayed to be in the movie. Otherwise everything takes place after the movie.

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“So. Plovdiv. Bulgaria. What exactly is in the city?” Gabriel Van Helsing walked alongside Cardinal Jinette, crossbow resting against his shoulder.

“There’s been reports of attacks in the city, mostly at night. Our sources say that while nobody has died, the injuries are not of human nature. There has been requests for help.”

“And you decided to send me. I assume you want me to take Carl?” Jinette shook his head.

“No. Friar Carl will be busy with another assignment. You’ll be headed to an ancient library in the city. Hopefully you can find some information on the attacks there. The locals say the attacks have happened in the past, and there might be records of them.” Van Helsing stopped and gave the Cardinal a confused look.

“So if Carl isn’t going, who is?” Jinette kept walking and Van Helsing had no choice but to follow. Soon the two came to the entrance area of the church, where a woman sat writing in a journal. When she saw them, she shut her journal and held out her hand to shake. Cardinal Jinette took her hand in both of his, shaking it in greeting.

“Van Helsing, this is Y/n Frankenstein. She’ll be going with you to Plovdiv.” Y/n’s smile twitched downwards slightly at the mention of the Frankenstein name.

To Van Helsing, she didn’t seem like she could be related to the creator of the monster. Of course, every account he had read about Victor Frankenstein claimed that the scientist was a madman whose loved ones and family died because of his actions. This woman looked like a school teacher.

“So the church finally invested in a necromancer? Have to say, usually it’s the Big Guy who does the reanimating.” The woman scowled and crossed her arms. Cardinal Jinette shook his head in annoyance. Of course Van Helsing would joke about holy miracles in a church.

“And I’m a scientist, not a witch. I assume you know the difference.” Van Helsing raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Well excuse me Madam Frankenstein—”

“Lavenza.”

“Pardon?”

“I go by my grandmother’s maiden name, it attracts less attention. Her name was Elizabeth Lavenza.” Jinette began apologizing profusely, but Gabriel just shrugged nonchalantly.

“Alright then, Madam Lavenza.”

“You could just call me y/n. I’m not married nor a spinster. Not yet anyway.” Van Helsing turned to the cardinal.

“Explain to me why she’s coming with me?” Cardinal Jinette shook his head. Van Helsing was really going to complain his whole about taking the scientist, wasn’t he?

“Because she can translate the texts you’ll need, at a much faster rate than you could hope to.”

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The hot sun beat down on y/n’s head, and she was glad she had chosen to wear lighter clothes. Glancing over at Van Helsing, she almost winced in sympathy. The man was decked out in his usual heavy leather gear, which while offering protection from the sun was no doubt unbearably hot.

“See something you like, Miss Lavenza?” Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat in the cart. The man was still refusing to call her by her first name.

“I was considering if I should ask you if that’s the city we’re headed to, and if you were beginning to suffer from heat exhaustion. All that heavy leather can’t be comfortable in this heat.” Van Helsing chuckled and tilted his hat to shield his face from the sun.

“You almost sound concerned.” A small huff came from y/n, and she pulled her journal out of her small bag.

“Considering you’re the expert in getting around the city, I’d prefer not to lose you and be stranded.” Van Helsing just turned to the cart driver and began talking with him. Y/n began writing in her journal, making note of the city and the sites around them.

When they arrived at a small church, a meek looking man greeted them. Compared to Gabriel, y/n noted in amusement, the pastor was tiny. He guided the two visitors to the old library beneath the church and left them. Neither y/n nor Gabriel noticed how the pastor’s eyes lingered hungrily on the two of them.

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Sighing and rubbing her eyes, y/n looked down in frustration at the book in front of her. Translating it from Latin to German was easy as breathing for her, but sometimes there were random words thrown in that were of a completely different language and it was slowing y/n down.

Across the room, Van Helsing was tossing books to the side if he didn’t deem them useful. It slightly annoyed her to see the delicate books thrown aside so carelessly, and y/n briefly wondered who had taught the monster hunter his manners.

“If all you’re going to do is throw books around, you can leave.” Van Helsing scowled at another book, and as if to rub it in y/n’s face, tossed the book down the aisle between the shelves.

“No.”

“What? Think the scary monster is going to come after me?” Y/n laughed and adjusted her reading glasses, fixing Van Helsing with a stern look. “I’m not a child, Van Helsing. I can look after myself. Besides, didn’t you state that this library was sanctified by your church?”

The dark haired man opened his mouth to argue, then closed his mouth and shook his head.

“Don’t stay up too late. We’re leaving early tomorrow morning.”

“I’m touched, Van Helsing. You do care.” The monster hunter snorted, taking a lantern with him as he left the library. Y/n turned back to the book in front of her and cracked her knuckles. It was time to get back to work.

Not even an hour into her work, a scratching noise came from one of the aisles. Y/n quickly turned her head towards the source. The area between the shelves was too dark to see, and against her better judgement y/n took a lantern and walked down the aisle. Dust motes floated through the air, and y/n raised her lantern a little higher.

A loud growl came from in front of her. A large, dark mass emerged from the darkness and another growl rumbled from its throat. Y/n’s mind took two seconds to register what she was seeing before she booked it for the exit. The monster howled and gave chase.

“Shit shit shit shit!” Her mother would have been horrified at her use of language, but right now y/n could care less. Her mother could come lecture her when she wasn’t being chased by a monster four times her size. Said monster crashed through the bookshelves in front of her, and y/n screamed and changed direction.

“GABRIEL!”

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Gabriel was halfway up the stairs to the exit when he heard the loud crash. He half wondered if y/n had knocked something over, or if—

“GABRIEL!”

That didn’t sound good. Taking the stairs two at a time, Van Helsing all but flew back into the library. Shelves were shattered and books lay in pieces everywhere. And there was y/n back to a wall as something huge closed in on her.

“Y/n!” Gabriel grabbed the closest thing to him, an unlit torch sconce, and flung it at the monster. The beast didn’t even flinch, but it turned slowly towards Van Helsing. With a roar it lunged at the seasoned monster hunter, who dodged and ran for cover. He found y/n with a book, ready to hit whatever came near her.

“It’s me! It’s just me!” Y/n lowered the book slightly.

“How did that thing get in here?!?!” Van Helsing shook his head and handed his crossbow to the scientist.

“Take the crossbow, and shoot it!” Y/n jerked back in surprise, almost dropping the heavy weapon. She shoved it back at Gabriel.

“I don’t know how to shoot a crossbow!” The monster hunter gave her a disbelieving look.

“Seriously?”

“I’m a fucking scientist, not a bloody monster hunter! I study the human body and it’s different functions!” Gabriel rolled his eyes. Of course she couldn’t fight. She could translate dead languages seven ways to Sunday, but not fight.

“Fine. When I say go, you need to make a run for the exit. Keep running and don’t look back.”

“What about you?” Gabriel prepared a crossbow bolt.

“Is that concern I hear, Miss Lavenza?”

“Yes.”

“Then thank you. Now get ready.” Y/n took a deep breath, and got into position. Van Helsing stood up and sprinted away from y/n. Once he deemed himself far enough, he quickly shot two crossbow bolts into the monster. The beast howled and whirled to face the monster hunter.

“Run!” Y/n sprinted towards the exit. Van Helsing kept the beast occupied with his crossbow. For a brief moment, he saw an open wound on the creatures underbelly.

The creature reared up again, and Gabriel fired a crossbow bolt at the wound. The monster howled and staggered, clawing at it’s chest. Finally, it fell to the ground. With a spasm it began to shrink, until it was a middle aged man covered in black goo.

“Gabriel?” Van Helsing turned to find y/n standing at the exit, armed with nothing but a fireplace poker from the church above.

“I thought I told you to run.” Y/n stepped into the library, staring with wide eyes at the the goo-covered man.

“I—wait, isn’t that one of the church’s men? The one who showed us the way here?” Gabriel gently turned the man over, finding that it was indeed the pastor of the church.

“Shit.”

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A/N: Hello guysss! It’s finally Halloween/Day of the Dead week and I’m so EXCITED!  So remember I told you I was going to be posting Monter!Reader related imagines? Well, here it’s the first one. My own humble (poorly done) take on the classic Frankenstein’s Monster. So please, forgive my bad writing and enjoy!! And like always let me know if you liked it or something :DD

Lena Luthor x  Frankenstein!Reader//Word Count: 1,460

“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.”   ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

It was always the same when they were running tests. They would take you out of your containment tank, cold and wet, to an operation room that was equally cold and dark. They could connect cables to your flesh, pinch you with needles, and start with physical examinations. Every part of your constructed body needed to be tested, including your mind. For that, a tall, brown haired woman with a black outfit would enter the room and ask you things. Three questions in particular seemed important as she always asked them, and the answers were always the same. Where are you? Cadmus. Who are you? Subject 23. What do you feel? Nothing. Once she was over with the questions, she would smile at you. You wondered what it meant.

She used to say you were a miracle of science, the perfect soldier, the new protector of the human race. You would never feel pain nor remorse for doing what was necessary. Others would add it was only a matter of time before they could train and test you on the field. Whatever you were and whatever your mission was, they were sure you would accomplish it. She had said the world would know your name. You wondered if the world would know you as Subject 23. Then, when the tests were over, they would take you back to your tank and cast you into a dreamless sleep.

Being a zombie with the clear consciousness of a normal human, either sucks or is cool. Parts of your body can be reattached and fall off.

It's even more useful when Mark grabs your stitched head and throws it at enemies. Sure the teen team was shocked and thought you were dead. But surprise surprise, you can't kill what's dead.

Mark wasn't sure if this combo would work as he would use all his strength and just throw you like a bullet. After that, it succeeds, and mostly it doesn't.

People would assume that you and Mark are just co-workers, but honestly, you guys are just more than co-workers.

You both, are bros. Brothers, best friends, pals. Am I putting it into your head yet? Either way, Mark always likes to use the “Can you give me a hand?” and then you give him a hand.

It's magical… in its little fun way.

➣being some dead teen a scientist wanted to experiment on you, is some bullshit. Like no, literally, dug up your body, being so mad disrespectful. And turns out you have electric powers and the power to take part off your body and reattach them. And now you are on the teen team, or whatever this team is called as you just keep messing with these bolts on your neck. It helps with your electric measurement, although you know you shouldn’t use it much to hurt someone. It’s funny to shock Rex a few times, it’s hilarious.

➣ and then there’s mark, eve, and those other extras you don’t really care about. Well, you care about Rae cause she’s hella cool! But obviously the most people that are suddenly all over you is mark and Eve. You’re literally some dead guy brought back to alive as if you are Frankenstein’s son, and these two people wanna be all over you like cats to catnip. Eve always wants to make you comfortable in some ways, and mark just oddly knows your every location. It’s weird and annoying. Plus, you don’t need no fuck ass “heroes” to try and make you feel at “home”. Your real home is [home place] not Chicago. Not this place.

Not here. And not ever.