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the gentle of a dove. by ghostlyanonymous
Fandoms: Frankenstein - Mary Shelley, Frankenstein & Related Fandoms
13 Jun 2026
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Victor pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, stifling his whimpers and moans, almost ashamed of the noise.
Henry couldn't understand why Victor was so self-conscious, when he had the voice of an angel, the gentle song of a dove.
Or, Henry goes to take care of his sick friend, and Victor has an unexpected reaction to Clerval holding him.
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think of me once in a while. by ghostlyanonymous
Fandoms: Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights - All Media Types
19 May 2026
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Mr. Earnshaw looked terribly distressed; he tugged roughly at his coat, as if struggling to breathe, looking round every few seconds, supposing a demon was going to jump out from the shadows.
Thoroughly concerned, I asked—with growing agitation—what was the matter.
"I had an awful dream, Ellen," Said he, “I fear the gipsy might kill me!—demon!—sent from the pits of hell to torment my soul,” He went on.
"Oh," Hindley moaned sorrowfully, putting a hand to his forehead. "Frances, save me—where did you go?" His voice trailed off into incomprehensible murmurs of despair.
Or, Nelly reflects on her memories with the now dead Hindley Earnshaw.
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"Well?" Heathcliff probed, barely masking his underlying impatience.
"A hug," I blurted out, suddenly and more aggressively than I'd intended.
Heathcliff blinked, seemingly taken aback at both the request, and the harsh manner in which it was asked.
Feeling a bit embarrassed at my outburst, I added, “Please,” More quietly this time.
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Lockwood struggles to ask Heathcliff for a hug.
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hands in the dark. by ghostlyanonymous
Fandoms: Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights - All Media Types
12 Apr 2026
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Cathy pressed a hand to Linton's chest, as he worked on removing her clothes, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through fabric.
It was weak, yet still strong somehow; like a machine trying to keep running despite overheating.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Cathy asked, worriedly; she dreaded the thought of accidentally hurting him.
"Yes," Linton replied, voice shaky with excitement (though Cathy could hear a hint of annoyance at her even asking).
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Or; Cathy takes refuge in Linton's room after Heathcliff hits her, and they have sex.
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Thrown To The Wolves, And Waiting To Be Devoured by can_of_w0rmz
Fandoms: Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
26 Sep 2023
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This is an older fic I wrote a while back while experimenting with how I thought the intricacies of Victor’s fever would have gone, but I still like it a lot so I’ll post it.
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11 Jun 2026
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The lieutenant gave him what he supposed was a meaningful look, but Victor was in no frame of mind to decipher it. “Captain Walton won’t ask on his own behalf, but I have no such qualms. If it would be no trouble to you, sir, I think he’d be very glad to see you.”
He need not have asked; Victor had made his decision as soon as he had learned of the captain’s condition.
Walton is indisposed, and Victor finds a way to repay the captain’s kindness.
Written for the Frankenvember Day 12 prompts “Bedridden” & “Fever”.
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- Part 3 of frankenvember 2025
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04 Jun 2026
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Robert's lips are only a hair's breadth from Henry's waiting mouth when he feels another presence, not only close beside him but on him.
The abrupt arrival of another body pressed up against him from behind—slender, but unmistakably powerful—and arms draped intimately around his shoulders causes Robert's flush to deepen ten shades and a foolish grin to melt onto his face unbidden.
So overwhelmed is he by the attention that it takes a moment for him to realise that the newcomer is glaring daggers at him.
Robert Walton’s chance encounter with a handsome young Genevan on the most romantic day of the year is exactly what he needs to take his mind off his much-anticipated Arctic expedition.
Unfortunately for him, there seems to be something more than friendship between this beautiful stranger and his fellow traveller—mercurial, but no less enchanting—who seems less than pleased by the attention being paid to their mutual acquaintance.
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04 Jun 2026
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Walton doesn’t say everything in his letters. He wish he could.
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"Una Pena Lejana Que Llega a Mi Alma Y Se Hace Cariño" by butterholmes
Fandoms: Frankenstein - Mary Shelley, Frankenstein & Related Fandoms
30 Nov 2025
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“Oh, thou resemblest a poppy with that color!” Henry teased, yet made no move to back away. “Wherefore art thou timid? If I recall accurately, our time together in Geneva consisted of many confident touches-”
“We do not speak of that, Clerval.” Victor’s words bordered on hissing, except he could not bring himself to treat Henry with such unfriendliness.
After Victor's spiral, Henry tends to him, nurturing him back to health, and subsequently helping him rediscover joy in life!