𝑨 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏 [𝑽𝑰]
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: Adam Frankenstein x FemResearcher!Reader
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: In the 21st century, you are an archaeologist that travels with a group of fellow researchers to Frankenstein Estate for field research. Adam Frankenstein has acquired the estate but remains a shut in. The group's love of history strikes an interest in Adam, but you, you look at him and see a man, not a creature. For once, he may allow himself to fall and trust that he will fall into loving arms. But will unwelcome guests force Adam to indulge in his rage?
ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ: comfort, hurt, strangers to lovers, some fluff, soft and shy Adam, yearning, violent and protective Adam, descriptions of blood and gore, sexual themes
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.9k
ᴀ/ɴ: I rewrote this like three times lol and really had to stop myself from doing too much or making it too long. Really tryna steer myself back to the snapshot conception I initially had in mind. The program I used on my tablet really fucked the formatting and I tried to fix it on my computer and then had to fix it again on here. So if something looks weird, that's why.
Anyways I'm back to work tomorrow and have a busy weekend ahead of me, but part 7 is in the works and I promise things will pick up and kick off from there!
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Adam unlocked the ballroom doors and led you in. When he turned the lights on, you were met with stacks of boxes and furniture covered in white cloth. You’d expect this place to be covered with a layer of dust but John actually came in from time to time to keep it tidy.
“These are the last of the Frankenstein’s possessions,” Adam explained. He pointed to a steamer trunk near one side of the room, underneath a painting of Victor Frankenstein himself. “You will find the account of Victor Frankenstein there.”
You glanced at Adam as you let go of his arm and made your way to the trunk. “He was a surgeon right? What does he have to do with werewolves?”
“His story is just the beginning.”
You lifted the lid of the trunk and found all sorts of paraphernalia stuffed inside. A marble model of a pregnant woman, red gloves, and a green ribbed glass wrapped in some kind of metal. Sitting on top of everything was a thick leather bound journal and a slimmer, rather colorful book that had been burned along the edges. You grabbed both looking to Adam for confirmation.
“I will leave you to read.” He turned to leave.
“Wait! I don’t understand.”
“You will. I shall be in my room, when you are ready.” With that, Adam hesitantly left you alone in the ballroom. You looked after him, more confused than ever before. You limped over to a couch, pulling back the sheet and sat down. Starting with the colorful book first, you found astonishingly detailed surgical drawings within. The notes scrawled in between told of theories and experiments on how to conquer death. The writer spoke of the lymphatic system and where a ‘battery’ would have to be applied in order to stimulate the nerves. This wasn’t just about conquering death, it was about creating life. Building life almost from scratch.
You set the book side and unwrapped the leather journal. In it were several loose pages, letters written by a Captain Robert Walton to his sister. The first page read: So strange an accident has happened to us that I cannot forbear recording it, although it is very probable that you will see me before these papers can come into your possession. Last Monday, we were nearly surrounded by the ice, which closed in the ship on all sides, scarcely leaving her the searoom in which she floated…
