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There was no answer to his cuestion, Oliver ran his small, trembling hands up his arms, touching his skin with devotion, until he reached his face.
“Felix…” He muttered as clearly as he could, tears falling down his cheeks, Felix's face went from pure rage to confusion, and that confusion grew in fear, his grip slowly softened, lowering his hands from Oliver's neck, moving away automatically. Away from the touch, away from his guilt.
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Or, Felix questions everything about himself and Oliver is getting everything he ever wanted.
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28 Jan 2026
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Large, freezing fingers take hold of his hair and wrench him up, up onto trembling knees as it snarls, there, close enough to rip his throat open with its maw of borrowed teeth.
"Do not think I am not tempted, Victor!" There is no heat to its breath, as it bellows its contempt not an inch from his face. Only moisture, and rushing air, expelled to defile his name. "To bleed you. To humble you."
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"You have denied me death, I deny you in kind. You must live, Victor."
He hates the sound of his name in its mouth. Hates it. Had only it died as intended, that he would never suffer the sound again.
"For if you will not grant me a companion, I will take you as one."
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04 Dec 2025
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What Hands Have Made by thexsharpestlives
Fandoms: Frankenstein (2025), Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
30 Dec 2025
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You came to aid Victor Frankenstein.
Beneath his estate, something waits—crafted by desperate hands, alive and yearning, and it knows your name.
It should terrify you.
Yet between the watchful eyes of its creator and the creature’s whispered touch, desire and dread entwine—and you cannot turn away.
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06 Nov 2025
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“With all due respect, sir, I am the last member of staff remaining. Without me-”
Oliver laughed. It was humorless, dry as the wind through the blackened remnants of the maze. No gardeners to maintain the hedges; they’d grown wild until Oliver had found enough petrol to set the whole thing ablaze. It had burned for three nights, and it was a miracle the fire brigade hadn't shown up. It was also a miracle that the house hadn't burned down. Duncan had seen Oliver out there, standing before the fire, and had hoped he'd simply walk into it and be done. Immolate himself.
“Without you. I don’t need you. Fussy old prick.”
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17 Sep 2024