My name is Lavinare, Layv for short. I write for multiple fandoms. I also write yandere material as well. English isn't my first language, so grammar might be off!
Just what in God’s green earth was that bloody transfiguration of life that you saw but a few hours ago?
You were wide awake, fiancée not in sight, much too busy attending to his older brother. Both of you had come on invitation, after your rather lengthy conversation but a few days (or was it weeks? Time flew by when you lived with a disinterest in almost everything) regarding his initial discourse with you.
When your fiancee’s brother, Victor Frankenstein had first proposed his idea, his barely constructed concept of rejuvenating life through chemical means, you could barely hold in your laughter. He was arrogant, that man. Possibly infatuated with his own mind, too. Throughout the course of a few minutes, you were sure he proclaimed that he was God at one point. A particular statement of his struck a particular chord that neared your patience. “If life can be regenerated, not as a mere simulation, but as a divine act by physical, chemical means, why whisper it?”
A snort almost immediately leaves your lips, the only sign that you have been paying attention to the tomfoolery that transpired across this dinner table. Couldn’t he have been more foolish? You keep that particular thought to yourself though. He was still ‘family’, even if his pride had clearly taken a hit from your stifled humor. “You laugh? You’re amused?” He smiled, but his jaw clearly stiffened from the strain, clearly not sharing the same sentiment.
“I must be, yes.”
“Are my ideas not clear?”
“You certainly expressed them loud enough.”
“Are they not worthwhile?”
“Ideas are not worthwhile by themselves, I don’t believe.”
“Enlighten me, please.”
“Take the war, for example.”
Your father and your fiancee immediately bristled at the mention of the war, a sigh leaving the former’s lips. “William, cigar and brandy in my study? Surely you’ve heard my niece expound on the matter before. You’ll excuse us.”
As they left with a pace that bristled on briskly, Victor leaned in his seat, intrigued. “Pray, carry on. Ideas.” You could almost sense the sarcasm laced with that tongue of his. Instead of backing down, you proposed your values.
“Well… honor, country, valor. These surely are worthwhile, elevated ideas by themselves, wouldn’t you agree?
“Mhm. “
“And nevertheless, men are dying for them. In a decidedly unelevated way, face down in the mud, choking on blood, screaming in pain. Men that were fathers, brothers or sons to someone out there. Men that were fed, cleaned and nursed and schooled into this world by their mothers, only to fall on a battlefield far away, far from those that provoke these tragedies. Those men remain at home, untouched by blood or bayonet, their skin unpierced, their blankets warm and clean. That is what happens when ideas are pursued by fools.”
“And you think me a fool?”
Thunder continued to clap outside, rain pouring heavily. The moor was completely drenched, the house old and creaking. It felt as if the weather was mirroring your ever-growing internal conflict. They treated the creature barely like a human, so how could one constitute it as such? It was subjected to conditions worse than a slave’s, held like a lab experiment (and in which case, it was), and regarded as an abnormality.
No man created life from death, grief, and curiosity alone. So that thing in the basement was the first of its kind, probably the last. Despite the rather harsh observations, you couldn’t help but think of the creature in a…rather different light. The very same reason as to why Victor and William refuse to acknowledge it as anything more than an abomination was the very reason that had drawn you into it.
Even when you were but a wee girl, the very aspect of life, its conforming and all adaptable nature, and how it ended, was all but a passion you wished to understand. It could feel, despite its incoherent babbles, it most definitely had a capacity for a connection. Somewhere, lodged in that rotten pumping heart of its. The being that groaned underneath these layers of mounted walls was the paradox that answered all your questions, an object of desire– no, knowledge.
You had to cut that last thought out.
Another strike of lightning, and only then did you sit up abruptly. Enough drawling, yondering, wondering, and pondering. You’d rather satisfy your morbid curiosity than let two blundering buffoons scold your much too stubborn will in the morning. Wind whispered through the layers of sheer organza that adorned your form, the seafoam green fabric now dulled and muted against the night. With a stable hand, you grabbed the candle holder providing a brief sense of warm light on the nightstand, before rushing off.
The rigorous flight of stairs poured downwards, seemingly endless paintings, decorations, and whatnot. Only when you finally entered the bowels of the castle did you finally still. The area smelled like pain, medical equipment, and a hint of metallic rust. The room dripped with moldy residue, and a dark and heavy shadow crossed over the room. It appears it had spotted you, before you could spot it. When your eyes finally met the creature’s, he was sitting on one of the fragments of a memory of what a man could be, clung onto its skin.
The creature hid in the darkness, hiding behind a pillar that had it chained to the quartz torture seat. In its shaky hand was a leaf. It was crisp, orange and brown at the tips, and lightly glazed with the water from the water system in this rather circular enclosure. Slowly but surely, you stepped closer until you were but a few feet away from it. Accepting the unconventional offering, its fingers brushed yours. With an ever-growing curiosity, you sat on the quartz seat, and moments later, it also scrambled to sit down in the unlit part of the marbled resting spot.
It was silent for a few seconds. It didn’t want to inch any further, and you were unsure on how to treat the looming figure. When you turned to it, it simply mimicked your movements. Learning, ever watching.
“Is this really for me? The leaf?” A smile graced upon your lips, and it nodded, watching your reaction seemingly with slight awe and observation. “Thank you. That is very sweet of you.” You said between a flit of a breathy laugh, a sonorous sound leaving your lips. When you twirled the crunched and moist foliage between your thumb and index finger, it grunted in acknowledgement. For a moment, it was silent, albeit for the occasional gust of wind that seemingly came from nowhere. Then, for a split moment of impulse, you spoke.
“____.” You said, and it tilted his head for the lack of context
“___. That is my name. Could you say it?” You whispered your name again, pointing to yourself, hoping that it'd at least understand the gesture. Its expression remained dormant, its windows to the soul simply gazing, oh so observing and rather squinting, daring to mimic how your mouth moved. Eyes strayed from the usual forums of men, where they held at least one ounce of desire towards you. No, it was something else entirely. Curiosity, perhaps? A dark amusement and need? That, you weren’t sure of. Its limbs crackled slightly, inching to move closer to you. There, you could finally see more of his true appearance against the candlelight.
A visage of too many people, a portrait melded with mediums that could barely hold it together. Stitches strewn across its body, the only dignity given to this forlorn artificial life was a blanket, and a pair of trousers that cut near its thighs for wear and tear. It had hair, long and unkempt, and a figure much too tall for a normal person. In fact, its proportions were truly bizarre. Its legs were proportioned with a stretch, and the creature’s hands were big, bigger than yours. It could have killed you at any given moment, thrown you against the wall or choked you to death within the same clench of mangled palms. Yet when its cold fingertips pressed against your neck suddenly to feel how you uttered those very same intonations, you couldn’t help but feel the absolute reverence in them. The gentle tracing, barely pressing against your fragile skin lest you bleed. It–no, he, he knew exactly what he was capable of, and what your limitations were.
Victor said he wasn’t intelligent, and God, was he so wrong, as moments later, did this creature of the night whisper your name amidst a dungeon with stilled water and rusting pillars.
You felt blood rush to your cheeks, heart pumping. This—This was far too inappropriate, far too past the usual decorum and formalities of the world you had been accustomed to. Your curiosity had been more than just satisfied, it was quelled with knowledge you wish didn’t affect you as much as it did. You took your brass candle holder, shaking your head, eyes fluttering closed.
“I’m going to go now.” Much more of a declaration than a statement, so perhaps your heart couldn’t bear to see his expression and to your mind that yes, it was mere curiosity, the passion of life that willed you to come to this very dungeon. Now, something else festered in you that was bound to keep you stuck here, if you dared let it. Right as you were about to stand up to leave, he held your wrist. Still gentle, but now firm, like trying to deter you. You flinched, rather in an awkward position and posture, mid-stand. He continued to remain seated, not moving, seeing your much too guarded state. Eyes searched yours; fingers tapping against your pulse point, as if trying to gather your attention.
“Victor?” His voice was hoarse, the voice box from a man far gone.
“No– no I’m not going to Victor.”
“Why?” His English was broken, probably from the lack of understanding and comprehension, or his larynx couldn’t take the sudden use. Either way, he tried his best to convey his feelings through motions alone, and that was enough to warm your too weak heart.
“I’m sorry, deore.” That term had slipped past your mouth, god forgive your careless mouth in front of this unbaptised man, for he stared with a puzzled glance at the foreign word. “It’s just– I just….”
What were you meant to say? That your pulse picked up its pace when he uttered your name with even more worship than your betrothed? It was a horrid thought, a sense of disgust at yourself that infected your distorted and vulnerable mind.
He pointed to himself. “Me, then? You–”
“God, no.” You cut off his words, trying to avoid the misunderstanding. “It is I. I leave, for I am the problem, my dear leaf.” You comforted, sitting back down. His brows (or rather, lack thereof) furrowed. He couldn’t understand your reasoning, the logic. From all that he’s seen, even a few hours earlier, he could conclude that you were kind, compared to the likes of him. Unbashed, hidden, raw, him. Your features that held the moon’s glaze. A scent reminiscent of a hidden scent of flowers and light perfume. You were perfect. You thought he’d perhaps rip your hand off, maybe crush it. But all he does is grip gently, his lips meeting your wrist with snaggled teeth in an attempt to feel your closeness, your warmth. It was a primal instinct, truly. As is hunger, as is survival, as is procreation; For a man was a creature first, and a creature never a man.
“Then stay.” He worded simply, letting go of your hand, but not before rubbing his cheek even further against your palm, like a cat’s. He stared, unknowing he gave you a choice that you were fully aware you couldn’t decide on.
You were silent, again. Then, with an almost reluctant pause, you sat once more on the seat.
“Alright, I'll stay. Just for the night, though.”
If he could smile, he would’ve. Until dawn embraced this lonely castle once more, your conversations thereafter imprinted memories that were far too warm for an undead man.
Prologue (Author's NOTES) ::
This is based of off
Guillermo del Toro's adaptation of Frankenstein, with the reader paralleling (or essentially embodying) Elizabeth Harlander. Highkey, I made it short and a little bit OOC, oops.
I appreciate any comments, likes, and reposts towards this work! It's been roughly a year-ish since I posted, and I love to go on Tumblr, and I tried my best to make this more romantic and poetic as I could. Thank you for reading. If you want ACT II of this, don't hesitate to tell me :D credits to aqua zero for the header!
writing a frankenstein x fem! reader fanfic where she basically parallels Elizabeth harlander in the new netflix movie ...might release in a couple of days im so excited to share it to you guys shohdghosghgishughui. Here is a rough chunk of it!!
the official fanfic is here!
(creds to aquazero for the header!)
“That is my name. Could you say it?” You whispered your name again, pointing to yourself, hoping that it'd at least understand the gesture. Its eyes merely gazed, oh so observing and rather squinting, daring to mimic how your mouth moved. Eyes strayed from the usual forums of men, where they held at least one ounce of desire towards you. No, it held something else entirely. Curiosity, perhaps? A dark amusement and need? That, you weren’t sure of. Its limbs crackled slightly, inching to move closer to you. There, you could finally see more of the creature’s true appearance against the candle light.
A visage of too many people, a portrait melded with mediums that could barely hold it together. Stitches strewn across its body, the only dignity given to this forlorn artificial life was a blanket, and a pair of trousers that cut near its thighs for wear and tear. It had hair, long and unkempt, and a figure much too tall for a normal person. In fact, its proportions were truly bizarre. Legs too long, and the creature’s hands were big, bigger than yours. It could have killed you at any given moment, thrown you against the wall or choked you to death within the same clench of mangled palms. Yet when its cold fingertips pressed against your neck suddenly to feel how you said those very same intonations, you couldn’t help but feel the absolute reverence in them. The gentle tracing, barely pressing against your fragile skin lest you bleed. It–no, he, he knew exactly what he was capable of, and what your limitations were.
Victor said he wasn’t intelligent, and God, was he so wrong, as moments later, did this creature of the night whisper your name amidst a dungeon with stilled water and rusting pillars.
I'm pretty sure the person who made the aot y/n video on TikTok ( the one who screams legends never die) caused a random influx of people to suddenly start reading fanfic again. giggling to myself as I write once again.
Hey guys! I've been super active this week ( I uploaded like every day LMFAO), so I'll take a small break, and then upload the till x reader, before beginning to work on Ai hashino! reader , and then a Fyodor x reader fanfic
Regarding my Original Work update, I decided to rework its first chapter. currently writing chapter 2 - 10's plot, but it's taking a bit considering the fact I'm fleshing out every single character I put in my story. I didn't want to give the main character powers just to make him a Mary sue, I wanted to give it to him at the price of... perhaps mental stability or with a different type of weakness. Anyway, it'll be a long time before I get to finish this, but I'm motivating myself to see the day I finish this thing.
Can I request luka x reader from alien stage comfort?? I am craving one after watching wiege whatever it’s reader comforting him or the opposite); (doesn’t have to be after wiege either can be anything)
a/n : thanks for requesting !! also of course heh. I actually don't know how to write comfort (after 2 years of solely writing angst...) so I'm sorry in advance LMFAO
whisper to the trees (ask box) ... : open! feel free to request more alien stage, or any of the fandoms that are listen in my master list ^^
Backstage
luka x reader (comfort)
Today wasn't your day, and Luka could see that. Having been...well, not exactly the best person for his life in terms of empathy or sympathy, he gauges his competitors' emotions and laughs at the slightest hint of despair.
So when he sees the same expression that he usually delighted in when face to face against his 'rivals' on stage, now on you, he wasn't exactly sure on what to do.
You were sitting in the make up room, after another nameless PR stunt for the aliens. Something about this day in particular felt draining. Could it have been the burn out, perhaps? Or maybe something else? You weren't sure, but you felt like shit.
Luka was 'busy' reading his schedule(given to him by his alien secretary), but after hearing what felt like the millionth sigh from you, did he finally take action. He takes the space next to you, and immediately, you began to speak.
"Sorry. I disturbed what little bit of personal time you have left-"
"Is something going on?" He bluntly said, eyes staring straight into you. You paused. His words were outright, and his blank expression yet slightly gentle tone caught you off guard.
"No, not really... Just a bad day, I suppose."
He hummed, seemingly not believing it, but he nodded either way. He leaned back on the couch, eyes fluttering closed and his fingers holding the tips of your hair.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
You remain silent, and this time, he is the one that sighs. But not from sadness, no.
From exasperation.
"You don't need to tell me right away if that's what's keeping you from talking. I don't know what happens to you 24/7, but you don't need to pretend. We're not on screen, no one to see." His voice slightly shook as he continued. "So, just let it out. Even if you think I'll laugh. Even if you think it's stupid to."
"...I don't know. Today just feels worse than all the other days."
"Mmm...thats okay to feel. I've had days where I wanted to just run away."
"But you didn't."
"Because you're here."
"You can't be serious."
"Try me." He smiled. "It's true, though. I would've left this god forsaken place already if it weren't for you staying here. I wouldn't last that long out as a rogue, though."
You cracked a half hearted smile. "I don't exactly believe you, of all the humans, to abandon your survival over me."
He blinked yet again. His words took a soft but serious tone.
" I'm genuine about that. What, you really think I'm all bark no bite?" He smiles, pinching your cheek, though it wasn't painful. "I'd abandon all of the achievements I have and all of the privileges I forced myself to achieve for you. I mean, it wasn't my desire to be this way. It was my guardian's. What I really want is just you. You could beat me up, do anything you want, as long as you even acknowledge me."
"You're weird Luka."
"Whatever keeps you not being so depressed on me. Though I suppose I've failed in that aspect." Sighing, he tilts his head. "You don't need to be perfect all the time, you know. I see the way you try. And it's painful. Painful for me to watch you fight back tears and let out a fake smile; the same one I use. I prefer to see you genuine, even if that means all I see is your snot filled face. I'll still love you either way."
When you heard his last sentence, it cracked open a dam in you.
Something salty and wet dripped from your face, and before you realized it, you were crying. His words were cliche, standard, downright creepy, even, but he looked genuinely concerned at your demeanour. His hands twitched, expression contorting to one of acceptance and affection as you suddenly embraced him. It was warm but weirdly cold (mostly because he was just cold all the time). His hand wiped your tears, the other lightly rubbing your back. Hums left his mouth as each stray tear that left your eye was wiped away.
" Must be a really bad day, huh?...You'll be okay. Whatever you're crying about, I think it'll just pass."
His usual masked face he used, now discarded into a more vulnerable state. Now, it was a comforting, almost sweetly warm Luka. No longer was his on-stage persona, and the only thing that remains is the essence of emotion that even his guardian couldn't remove from him. Being human.
After watching wiege for the 2nd time, I read a comment that said that even if the alien stage modern happy au would've existed, there would be only a few plausible explanations as to how Luka would've existed, as he's just a clone.
He is a genetic mishap. Quite literally born through alien's technology (?). If he were to be born in this au, that would mean that aliens DO exist.
"oh but layv, what if in this au he was born through human parents?"
Idk man, maybe. But vivinos isn't exactly the type who gives mercy to characters, and maybe they just wanted to emphasize their struggle and determination as humans... 🫤
yeah this is my last straw.
p.s I didn't forget about the two fics I'm writing .. I'm still not done haha ..
> giggling and crashing out to myself rn. I'll probably release them in this order
1) luka x reader
2) till x reader
Ill probably finish both within this week, then I'll move onto the Ai Hoshino! Reader x alnst thing... though it'll be like a chapter by chapter fic sigh. Have to prepare lots of stuff for that, but I'll make other sorts of fanfics / headcanons in the meantime!
I just saw someone post an alien stage what if ai hoshino! Reader and omg... someone Motivate me to write a whole fic ab that because THERES ACTUALLY SO MANY POSSIBILITIES WITH THAT ONE.
(I'll credit the person/ask the person if I do actually write about it heh)
been thinking of uploading my own original work on wattpad pretty soon heh.
Started planning round November 2024, still not done with chapter 1... but it's over 13 pages.
Heavily based of off Kane chronicles /PJO universe, and while it is a passion project, I don't actually plan on taking it too seriously so....maybe sometime in the future I'll upload it, but for now, I'll just show a little snippet :D
i am ashamed of myself but i couldn't just let this slide
luka (alien stage) yandere headcanons? if you're comfortable, ofc !! please and thank you, and take care ♡
a/n : oh my god i love reading these typa stuff when I scroll through tumblr, so ofc !!1!1 I'm still answering other requests, but they're open so if you have any ideas feel free to just ask :D
ALSO IM SORRY THIS WAS WRITTEN SO LATE !! finally got over writer's block for 5 months now ehe. I JUST SEEN WEIGE WTF.
yandere! luka
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reader
👽 I won't lie, bro was kind of already a yandere to hyuna if you haven't noticed before... ( <- written that shit before wiege. kms)
👽 If you're someone who works behind the scenes, like a doctor who checks on the contestants after their performances, a make up artist, or essentially whatever requires you NOT to be on camera, best believe he's keeping you away from that damn thing. Because 1) He's even more possessive than his usual self, and doesn't like anyone seeing you in any sort of way that his fans perceive him, and 2) He's scared that somehow you'd actually end up on Alien Stage (even if you think you don't have the talent/looks/ the passion for it.)
👽 He's obviously manipulative, I mean, cmon. spoilers warning here but like, with the way he provokes and ebbs at till and mizi is crazy. Whatever tendencies he had before are just ramped up now. He makes sure you attend to nobody, and pays attention to him and him only. He'll poke any buttons you have if it means it keeps you under him, even if it is borderline blackmail.
👽 He likes seeing you jealous. There, I said it. He likes watching people's reactions twist and turn at his words, his expressions, at him. He is no different when it comes to you. Purposely does things he knows pushes your buttons.
👽 I'd like to think that he isn't all that bad as a yandere (I'm just delusional), and does treat you like a queen, or whatever the highest treatment a human can experience. Shares whatever gifts he receives from the aliens to you, feeds you the best stuff (because he couldn't... spoilers haha...)
👽 He'a also anything but lucid. WILL see you through rose tinted glasses, essentially like a god from his perspective, and if you genuinely ask him to grovel, he will. The only thing he wishes you won't ask is to leave...because he probably won't grant that <3
👽 Man is in his late 20s to early 30s, and while human culture is extremely different in the alien stage universe to ours, I'd like to give the head canon that they probably still have some of our courting culture and stuff. He would buy an engagement ring, and internally combust ( or bust...if you know what I mean), if you wore it. Especially in public.
👽 He's crazy. Wow! No shit, but he really is. I like to think while he does care about his reputation, he just throws all that out when you're involved. WOULD sacrifice himself for you in a heart beat. He'd rather die than you die and leave him all alone.
