the creature x f!reader (frankenstein 2025)
synopsis: tenderness always may come from the most unexpected beings.
warnings: mention of abuse, blood, scars and dead animals.
a/n: i loved every second writing this, i literally was sobbing…i hope you like how i portrayed the creature. thank you for everything <3
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The forest was quiet, but not empty.
Branches swayed in a rhythm all their own, whispering secrets to the wind. She stumbled along the narrow path, her dress torn, her hands streaked with the dust of the earth.
She walked silently, looking around the huge trees and dancing breeze. Her eyes wondered around, silently gazing like a deer, her body ached and she felt a warm path of blood running down her head and as much as it tingled she didn’t bothered to clean it. Pain throbbed behind her irritated eyes, she tried to inhale but her core burned and she let out a hiss. It had been hours since she left, hours since she accidentally spilled the milk outside her father’s pot, hours since she heard his voice and felt his rage upon her body. She had learned to endure, to hide, to survive. But sometimes survival was not enough to keep the hollowness from her bones, the scars from her hands and the pain in the corner of her eyes for crying. She had fled into the forest, hoping that its endless green could swallow her grief, hoping that no one would follo
There was no turning back; the house had become a cage, and each beat of her heart a reminder that she was trapped within walls that knew only cruelty.
But the trees were her friends and the birds were her family; the trees leaned closer as she walked deeper. Light filtered through the canopy in thin silver threads, touching the forest floor like the remnants of a forgotten dawn. She paused, breathing unevenly, the sting of shame and hurt mingling with the cool scent of moss and soil.
She sat down next to a branch of small berries, they were not poisonous, her grandmother taught her to distinguish them, so she took one in her hand and ate it. The sour flavor tingle her mouth so she frowned, it was good. She heard a crack and looked quickly at the sound, a small rabbit was looking at her, the ears moving just as the nose. Curious.
“Hello friend.”she whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you, here, you want one.” she handled the creature a berry, the animal got close slowly until he ate the small fruit. She smiled softly, tenderly gazing at the rabbit.
“It must be one of your…” She observed the owner of the noise, it was definitely not a rabbit and definitely not an animal.
An extremely tall figure with a big coat was staring at her from afar, his face was covered and his hand was leaned against a tree. But his eyes, however, held something she had never expected: not malice, not fear, but a profound, unguarded sorrow.
For a moment, they simply stared at one another. And even as dangerous the figure looked, she was not afraid nor the rabbit that had turned his head to observe it too. She observed her hands and then back at the figure, certainly a man. What would her father think about this? A whore, he would probably say. But he wasn’t here and the rabbit moved to eat the berries, she stood up slowly and frowned by the body ache.
Then, carefully, almost reverently, he stepped closer. She stepped back and the man stopped. She wanted to run away, she was supposed to be scared, she wasn’t.
Then, like a whisper, his voice was low, cracked like old wood but gentle. “You are hurt,” he said.
The blood was dry and the scar in her left cheek was already healed, how bad she looked then?
“I’m alright.” She answered softly.
He tilted his head, studying her as though he could see every wound she had never share.
“You don’t have to lie. I have good sight.” The man said.
She looks down her forearms, more scars.
He nods and slowly uncovers his head, he had long wavy brown hair his hands were big and pale, full of scars.
“Seems like you’ve taste the bitter side of life.” His voice soft and slow.
“It’s supposed to be like that.”
“Then I am glad you can endure,” he said softly. “But even the strong deserve to treat their wounds.”
How dared him to pity her.
“Who are you?” She asks harshly.
She saw then how the rabbit hopped towards the man, unafraid, like her. He leaned down and tenderly extended his hand towards the animal, caressing it with delicacy. It was strange, a big man treating a fragile creature with such care.
He gazed up meeting her eyes. She stood there, lost in her own thoughts and his orbs. He stood up like a tower and gently walked towards her, this time she didn’t back away she only waited for him to be in front of her.
He took a jar from a pocket of his big coat and extended it to her.
“Are you a doctor?” She asked sincerely.
“Life has allowed me to learn many different arts, to have different knowledge.”
She took the jar and their finger slightly touched, his were cold, extremely cold.
“Thank you.” She says softly.
“What is your name?” She asks.
He didn’t answered only backed away his steps, she looked at him walking around, fading into the deep forest.
She looked at the jar, then walked away towards the cabin? towards the darkness again.
The next few days she stayed in her cabin, his father was present and he didn’t want her to leave his side.
“Come with me.” The man said as he cleaned his rifle.
She gazed at him confused.
“Then answer when i speak to you.”
She looks away. “Yes, Father.”
Her stomach twisted, disgust.
The man guide her through the forest, the weather was cold and her hands were trembling slightly. His long steps left her slightly behind, she looked around the leaves in case she could spot him again, but no sight of him, nothing.
The arrived to the river, there was big haze covering the area and the cold air burned her nose. They sat behind a big rock, her father peeked every few moments, hunting… like he always did with everything.
“What are we doing here?”
“It’s time for you to learn.”
“What?” She looked at him.
“Shh.” the man grabbed her arm and they peeked, in the river shore was a deer.
A beautiful creature with beautiful white doe eyes. The animal tenderly took a few seconds to find the water source, his eyes didn’t seem to be working. She smiled tenderly, admiring the creature.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Her father said softly.
He nod and gave her the rifle.
She looked at him, her smile faded instantly.
“You’re not deaf, you heard me.”
She said no with her head. “I can’t.”
The man looked down at her. “Shoot the animal.”
The man nodded and grabbed her hand and pushed him behind her, trapping her with his body placing the weapon in her arms.
“I said shoot the bloody animal.” He grunted against her ear, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to move away.
“No, father, please.” she pleaded.
He pulled her hair from the back and forced her to look at the deer, the animal heard the noise but didn’t move, it only stared where they were.
A buzz in her ears and the deer fell down, half deceased. She covers her ears as she saw his father yelling something she didn’t hear. He ran towards the animal and shot it one last time, ceasing its movements.
He walked towards her and grabbed her by the neck, dragging her where the corpse was. He pushed her to the ground and bowed her head towards the deer.
She still couldn’t hear anything but the pressure he was applying in her neck as he pressed her face into the body of the animal, the warm blood all over her face and hands. She screamed and felt the taste of the red liquid, after a few seconds her father pushed her away the deer and carried the animal in his back.
She gazed at the blood left in the ground and saw his father walking away. The tears drowned her sobbings and the blood stunted her lips.
She cried, not for her face being buried in blood, she was used to the feeling, but for the death of an innocent, of the confusion that it probably felt, for the unknown source of pain and for the harsh last words it heard.
She had no idea when she closed her eyes or when it darkened or when she was surrounded by wolves or why her father didn’t came back for her.
She saw their paws surrounding her and closed her eyes.
Their cries made her open her eyes, she wasn’t dead and she knew that coat. She knew that big figure, those pale scars.
She woke up covered in sweat, she looked around and a small fireplace was the only source of light. She looked at the man, the fabric of his face was gone.
His profile lit up with the flames of the fire, covered of scars, pale and his dark hair falling down his face. He wasn’t looking at her but he clearly heard her waking up.
“You’re in a cabin, not so far from the river.”
She nods unable to look away from him.
He finally looked at her, his dark eyes sparkling slightly. He stood up and went outside, after a few minutes he returned with a wet fabric and stood in front of her. He was huge but she was not afraid.
“Your face.” He extended the fabric.
The blood. She nodded and took the fabric, cleaning slowly her hands.
“I saw it.” She looked up.
She sighed and looked down.
“I didn’t wanted to do it.”
She looked up. “ Yes, judge me all you want.”
“I don’t need your pity.”
She looked at him, his gaze on her face as he leaned down to be at her size. He understood her thoughts, he understood the pain, he had empathy for the creature… he was different, in every single aspect.
She felt her eye tingling, she definitely wanted to cry.
He slightly extended his hand and took the fabric. She didn’t move as he, tenderly as that day with the rabbit, extended the fabric to clean her face and tears. She looked at his brown eyes, he gazed at her tenderly as the fire brought heat back to her body.
“What are you?” She whispered.
His eyes never left hers. “I do not know. I am… something made to endure. Something stitched from pain.”
“I do not intend to be any like humans, I’ve seen what they do, how they act, how they express. It’s despicable if i dare to say.”
She nods. “It is.” She extended her hand and slightly touched his chin, waiting for a reaction.
He looked at her hand then back to her eyes then he grabbed her arm, slowly lift up the fabric covering her forearm. The scars covering completely her skin, in many directions of many sizes and shapes.
“Who did this?” He whispered. “The man from the forest?
“This.” He held her hand to touch his scared cheek. “My father.”
A flicker of something warm touched her chest.
Empathy, compassion, mercy.
Were they kindred spirits? Maybe.
She traced his scar with tenderness.
He said no with the head, closing his eyes.
His hand grabbing his forearm as her hand was on his cheek gave the ambience something tender, different, peaceful.
Comfort in each other’s wounds. Comfort in each other’s pain.
He opened his eyes, gazing at her.
She nods as he feel his hand pull away, she lays down on her side as she watches him lean against the wall.
“What’s your name?” She asks softly.
“You must rest.” He answered.
And rest she did, curled next to his massive side in the quiet of the cabin, hay soft beneath her and the moonlight spilling across the walls.
And for the first time in years, she did not feel entirely alone.
