Pairing: Adam Frankenstein x Reader
Adam Frankenstein/Frankenstein's Monster x Gender Natural Human Reader
Summary: After a night's rest, Adam sits down with you for breakfast
Warnings: Set somewhere between Victorian England and the modern day but I refuse to actually decide when, Adam hates himself, not beta read, (If there's any you think should be added let me know.)
* Wow, would you look at the time, I'm only over a year late for this second chapter to come out... But it's here now, I hope you enjoy
*I'm testing if I like the use of 'you' or 'they' in my writing, so the chapters may switch for a while. Let me know which you would rather read.
*If you see any odd symbols in the writing, let me know where. I'm having an issue with the copy-paste of the program I use to write when it comes to certain characters.
Adam had spent his first night in your home, his first time in a proper bed, awake. He didn't really need sleep, though he found that he could fall into something somewhat similar, dreamless darkness as time passes, him only half aware.
From the moment you had left him alone in the room, to the moment the orange light of the early sun peaked through the window, Adam was awake, thinking. He wondered if he should sneak out of your home, before you realised your mistake. Before you retracted you kind words and pretty smile. He didn't want to fall into what he called sleep. Because in his mind, he couldn't escape the image of the door swinging open, and you screaming for him to leave, something sharp in your shaking hands.
The door had opened that night. When the room was too dark to see. There was no silhouette waiting for him. Smudge expertly jumped on the bed, movements slow and carefully considered, as if not to wake him. Her nose found itself inches from his cold skin. At a shift in his body, she paused, when no more movement came she continued her search.
"She's quite the little thief, especially at night." you had told him, during the long ride to your little cabin in the forest. “If you want to have the rest of your treats by morning, you should probably hid the somewhere.†Adam was glad he had taken you seriously, despite your joking tone.
The cat let out a little huff as she realised she her heist wouldn't be successful. Smudge pulled herself up onto Adam's stomach, letting herself fall, eyes closing and opening in slow blinks as she tried to fight off sleep.
It had been three hours since Adam had allowed himself to move a single muscle. Three hours of looking down at the peacful face of the cat who looked so innocent in her sleep.
Smudge woke herself up, taking long stretches with a small groan, the morning sun lighting the room, staring expectantly at Adam as she sat herself next to him on the bed. The moment he sat up, she slipped behind him, curling up in the spot of warmth he had managed to create.
The moment the bedroom's door opened his nose was hit by something he had never smelt before. He followed the noise of sizzeling finding you in the cabin's kitchen. You had yet to notice him watching. He couldn't help his eyes lingering on you as you, plating the bacon you had just cooked on two full plates. You looked in your element. Each movement you made was graceful and flowing as if a current guided you. It was mesmarising watching as you worked.
On the back of your stove sat a large pot, bubbling, popping and spitting as you stirred it with caution. When you turned, finding Adam in the doorway, he saw a pause in your movement, and his illusions shattered. It was finally happening.
A pout spread across your face, "I was just about to come wake you." You'd attempted a whiny voice, though you had barely been halfway through the scentance before a smile broke your facade."I made breakfast!"
You turned, picking up both plates, placing them across from each other on a small table tucked in the corner of the kitchen. "It's not much, just what I had left. But I thought a nice breakfast would do us both some good." You tell him, motioning him to take a seat as you do the same.
Adam did as he was told, quickly realising he hadn't eaten before. Sure he did have a stumach, he had all the organs he technically needed. But most weren't in use. His heart beat, his brain sent signals. But his lungs did not breath. His stomach didn't digest. He didn't need that to keep going, all he needed was the electricity of the lightnigh bolt to keep him going.
It wasn't until this very moment that he began to wonder, could he eat? What would happen to the food? As his first fork full of food came closer to his mouth his thoughts raced.
A rush of flavour covered his tongue. Was food always this good, or was this because of you? Whatever it was, it didn't stop him from shovelling food in like, well, like he had never eaten before.
You watched him, amusment on your face. You took significantly smaller bites than him. Though why would you need to eat like this would be your last meal? You can have this whenever you decide. "Careful." Your voice broke through the sound of Adam's chewing, "You'll choke if you eat that fast."
Adam swallowed, a putting his fork down. He must have looked like an animal to you. "Sorry... This meal is... delicious." He looked to your hands as he spoke. His throat felt rough, his voice ever so slightly hoarse. You stand up, and Adam's eyes stayed glued to where you once where.
"Here." Water sits in front of him. "You don't need to apologise for enjoying my food." Theres something generous in your smile. Something that for a moment calms his racing mind, but not his heart.
"Thank you." For a moment he wondered if you where really human. Humans don't act like you do. Humans are mean, they treat him as if he was at fault for his creation. They where scared, running and screaming at the sight of him. They where-
"I'm going out for herbs later." You had already moved from the table. Water ran from the sink you stood out, your plate cleared from the table already. "You could join me if you'd like."
Adam's answer was quick, almost harsh in tone. "No."
The disapointed "Oh..." you had let out made his heart ache ever so slightly. Only worsed when he looked at you, frozen for a split second before beginning to scrub at whatever you where cleaning harder.
He stood up, picking up his now empty plate before walking towards you. "I just mean- I should go." He clutched the plate tighter, though careful not to break it. "I wouldn't want to trouble you too long."
Your actions pause once again. Though this time you turn towards him. "You're not troubling me." You shake your head at him ever so slightly. "I like your company. You can stay with me as long as you need." Your tone is soft. As if scared your words could scare him off, as if anything you do could scare him off.
It was a crack in your mask. For the first time, there was a peak into your soul. You where lonely. Like him.
