#frankenstein x clerval

[spigosaur]

"there's this one new year's tradition I always wanted to do..."

[sweetlittlestarbursts]

I'm under the strong impression that Henry Clerval was the type of kid who would just randomly walk up and kiss Victor on the lips and then giggle his way out of trouble.

"henry, what are you doi-" smooch "where are you goin-" kiss "can i come?" mwah "what do you want to be when you grow u-" SMOOOCH "i found you this flowe-" kisses ensue

(note: sleepovers must've been fun.)

I am also under the impression that Henry Clerval's advances would pale as they grew up. Innocent kisses and joyous giggles would become guilty glances and sorrowful laughter. they wouldn't kiss anymore, and when they'd touch hands, accidentally, and just for a second, they'd both blush and turn away, acting as if it had never happened.

I AM ALSO UNDER THE IMPRESSION that Victor and Henry probably had that "what do you want to do when you grow up?" conversation, and that Henry's answer was "i want to love somebody…"

and Victor probably said "oh…who?"

and then Henry woul blush and hide his face beneath the covers of their shared bed (its a sleepover, duh) and they'd just be quiet for awhile, before falling asleep in each other's warmth.

i aLsO bELiEvE - according to hours of studious work, blood, sweat, and tears - that every. last. one. of Henry's poems over the years were about Victor, but Victor never knew, because he wasn't allowed to read them… and secretly that "favorite poem" Victor mentions Henry reciting for him in the book was actually written by Henry, for Victor, but Victor wasn't aware of who it was written by, he'd just heard Henry recite it before, and he liked it so much that he asked Henry to recite it again and again…unaware that the words were about him.

AHAJGFlksdjhgklsdjhkGXfkahDGSJDHKSGL-

(i'm losing my sanity over these two. send help.)

(@spooky-something)

[oblivious-sins]

opinion on clervalstein? (victor x henry) 👀

I absolutely LOVE IT, tho I don't ship it in my AU, bc well, Henry is unfortunately dead, but i guess i do it for fun. I'm a sucker for romance, but also angst, I love love LOVE the that "meant to be together, forced to part their own ways" type. I just haven't gotten to draw them, this is the closets I got to ship art but rlly isnt ???? (Its a screenshot of my Instagram stories).

Uh, long story short, yes I ship it, I like their relationship (romantic or platonic)

(Also, Song mentioned on the picture is Best Friend by Foster the People)

[shutupcrime]

Guillermo del Toro directing Frankenstein is a gift to humanity on its own, but the possibility of Andrew Garfield finally bringing the queer yearning and fruitiness that has been missing from every adaptation of Frankenstein is the cherry on top of the cake

EDIT:

[rorygilmoreh4ter]

hello classic lit tumblr, i am writing an essay on the queer-coding in frankenstein and looking for any notable ideas to add so if anyone has anything to contribute, please comment !!

[wolfiestarzz]

rest in peace henry clerval i would have wanted you to kiss victor frankenstein on the mouth but oh well

[gangles-toybox]

Bro this question on my Frankenstein test is so Victor x Henry <3

[sharky-the-idiot]

just found out Frankenstein fanfiction exists. My prediction of people shipping Henry Clerval and Victor Frankenstein was correct LMAO

[oh-cannibal-my-cannibal]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Frankenstein - Mary Shelley Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Henry Clerval/Victor Frankenstein Characters: Henry Clerval, Victor Frankenstein, A priest, Mentions of Elizabeth Lavenza Additional Tags: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Vampires, Henry gets turned into a vampire, Fluff, Non-Explicit Sex, Mentions of Myth & Folklore, No Creature AU - sorry Adam Summary:

Victor interrupted, wide-eyed from the realisation, “You’re a vampyre." Henry muttered a quiet, “Yes,” after a while. Victor gripped his hand tighter, as if afraid he would drift away. Henry continued, panicked, and his voice trembling, “and I’m afraid, so afraid, of what that means for my future, for our future, for you. God, I-” he broke into tears. Victor looked paler than he had since recovering from his illness earlier in spring. “Henry.” “Sorry, it’s just, I feel so stupid for not telling you earlier-” “Henry.” “I fully understand if you want me to leave, fake my death or something, and never to think about me again-” “Henry.” Despite how much he was shaking, Victor managed to steady his hands for long enough to squeeze his lover’s hand tightly, to bring him back from his ramblings. “Henry,” he said again, “I don’t want you to leave. I would never- I couldn’t ever ask you to leave. I’ll stay with you.” “Victor, I wouldn’t trust myself.” “I trust you. Isn’t that enough?” -

For the most part fluffy but it is a little bit very angsty at parts. I don't think there's any super-graphic descs of violence but better safe than sorry. enjoy!

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@dathen

thank you so much for inspiring this fic!

my readers of osinato, this is what i’ve been working on instead of chapter 3. sorry.

[spaceagebachelormann]

hii!!!

could u maybe write some henry clerval headcanons of him courting a fem reader? preferably friends to lovers,,,

ty!!

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

✧.* 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

╰┈➤ NAVIGATION. MASTERLIST

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES: im ill i apologize in advance if this is horrible . also ur so real i love henry clerval he’s so midwest emo ! also i kinda incorporated the like long distance thing cause of the movie i watched the other day having an influence on me 😔 also pls don’t send any requests after this they’re closed rn! i let this one slide cause i love frankenstein though .. also victor x elizabeth mention cause they’re my roman empire

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: none

you guys met when you were running around the forest one afternoon out of pure boredom

him, victor and elizabeth were also wandering and you had happened to run into them

and because you’re all children in the middle of the woods you obviously became really good friends

elizabeth was happy to finally have a friend that was a girl, victor was happy he had someone he could rant to for hours on end, and henry was just happy in general

trios can be exhausting and he was never big on being elizabeth and victors third wheel so it was wonderful to have someone new to talk to

at first it was just a regular friendship and it stayed like this for years

you only came to geneva around late may and stayed until early september, because your parents had family that you only visited once a year

they became used to you running off with henry, sometimes all three of them or only two or one of the other ones but mainly henry for hours on end and begging to spend the night a few times

while elizabeth and victor spent a majority of their time together, you and henry were practically inseparable

after years of spending your summers with henry, he starts getting a weird feeling in his stomach

like he doesn’t know how to explain it, but whenever he’s around you or thinks about you his heart speeds up and he starts worrying about how he looks or what he’s wearing

he isn’t dumb though, he knows what the feeling is but he doesn’t want to admit it

there’s no point in his eyes because he’s sure it’ll go away soon and he only sees you during the summer anyway

but every year you come down with your parents the feeling will come back instantly (not that it actually went away)

elizabeth is the first to notice this

well victor noticed months prior but he didn’t care enough to ask about it (also because he just didn’t want to)

elizabeth is very calm and understanding and lets him rant to her to figure out his feelings

but henry is an emotional person and has a lot of feelings, so he’s going on for a long time before elizabeth stops him like “are you sure you don’t just like her?” and it all clicks for him

thankfully it’s may and you’ll be on your way in less than a month

by this time you’ve known him well over a decade and he’s finally gotten everything right to finally properly court you

he isn’t persistent or forcing at all, he knows it’s as big as a decision for you as it was him so he’s very patient

the way he begins is very sweet and works almost instantly

first, he’ll invite you on a walk through the same forest y’all met in and just let you rant to him about the last few months since he saw you

with help from victor, he has it all planned so the time you finish talking he’s right at the place he needs you to be

theres this clearing in the middle of the forest where the sun shines perfectly and there’s a little lake where ducks are sometimes and he knows you’d like this spot because it’s quiet and peaceful and nobody is there to interrupt

he had this set up hours before you even arrived as a picnic, all of it being foods and everything he knew you’d like

and while you’re sitting there talking he pulls flowers he picked himself out of the basket the food was in and offers them to you, before properly explaining why he did all of this

he makes sure you know that it you aren’t sure yet you have time to think about it but he’s so happy when you agree either way

hes very caring, the second you’re even slightly injured or sick he’s at your side already trying to make you better

henry also completely prioritizes you over anyone and everything else, he’s skipped out on many things to be with you instead

the second you walk into the room he’s pausing whatever conversation he was in and talking to you instead

and when he’s not talking with you he’s talking about you

“so the other day me and—“ “henry please stop talking about her”

(victor is the main victim of this)

hes also very big on gift giving, he likes to pick flowers for you a few times a week and just buy you things he thought you’d like or remind him of you

honestly hes probably the best character in the story you could be with

[florsial]

Regulus is so Victor Frankenstein and James is so Henry Clerval like:

Regulus: Dearest James, how kind, how very good you are to me. This whole winter, instead of being spent in study, as you promised yourself, has been consumed in my sick room. How shall I ever repay you? I feel the greatest remorse for the disappointment of which I have been the occasion; but you will forgive me. James: You will repay me entirely, if you do not discompose your-self, but get well as fast as you can

(James nursed Regulus back to health after Regulus went crazy and created a whole new human)

AND JAMES CALLING REGULUS THE HOME HE CAN NEVER FIND WITH ANYTHING ELSE/ANY OTHER PEOPLE NOT KNOWING THAT WOULD BE THEIR LAST INTERACTION (something like that i haven't read the book in a couple of months)

REGULUS GOING EVEN MORE INSANE AND CHASING THE MONSTER HE CREATED DOWN TO ANTARCTICA AFTER IT KILLS JAMES

[mysoulsickened]

henry clerval x fem reader... just overall 😵‍💫🙏

courtship, engagement, marriage.. as long as it has henry im SET!

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

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Notes; Hi! So happy with the Henry request. You never see any content for him alone, so I hope you like it! These are very... scattered, so forgive me anon. :)

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𖤓 As friends, you and Henry were always destined to be close. It was just something about the way you both "clicked."

𖤓 I feel like you would have met him young, but not too young. Maybe eight or ten.

𖤓 You could have been playing alone in the woods and accidentally met him and Victor, or maybe your families were friends... Either way, he welcomed you with open arms and a hug.

𖤓 That's just how Henry is, was, will always be. Extroverted, confident, sure of himself. And it was always admirable.

𖤓 I like to think that he had sleepovers with Victor growing up, and perhaps you might have had sleepovers with Elizabeth. Sneaking out at night into the gardens with you seems like a very Henry thing.

𖤓 He probably told you how much scope there was... recited a poem or two... told you how nice you looked in the moonlight.

𖤓 Henry was an overly dramatic, expressionate child, what can I say?

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𖤓 But then, after a while, you both grew up. And whilst you were both so comfortable with each other and so happy to be around one another, he just... realises one day.

𖤓 He's so aware of what he's thinking and doing and feeling. How he looks. How he's smirking rather than smiling, and how it probably makes him look like an idiot.

𖤓 Someone help him genuinely. He gets so flustered and bashful once he realises his feelings.

𖤓 And it's one night, at one of his sleepovers with Victor, which he speaks about it with someone other than himself. Victor, most likely, just nods and makes 'mm-hm' noises as Henry rants, and to an outside eye, it probably looked stupidly comedic.

𖤓 Here he is, going on and on and on about how much he likes you, how he thinks you're beautiful, and Victor is about five seconds away from blowing out his candle and going to sleep.

𖤓 But after weeks of preperation, weeks of planning, he tells you.

𖤓 He wanted it to be perfect, absolutely perfect. He was the confident one out of you two, so what on earth was he worried for?

𖤓 But, as cruel as life is to everyone, it wasn't perfect.

𖤓 He led you down to a lake, which you both always frequented, and then suddenly, he fell over.

𖤓 Despite how embarrassed he was, he did ask you for a courtship, and of course, you said yes.

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𖤓 The engagement was lovely. You got to see a side of Henry which he always spoke and preached about, but never put into action.

𖤓 He would write you endless poems and letters, detailing his devotion and love in the most beautiful way.

𖤓 And after months and months of romance, it was finally the wedding day.

𖤓 Despite how nervous he had been preparing things like the courtship, engagement, and the wedding itself, he was surprisingly calm on the day.

𖤓 He wrote his own vows. Of course he did.

[spooky-something]

New ships dynamic just dropped, chat;

(For context; our friend said he looked like "Y/N", so I combatted with "If you're Y/N, I'm a My Immortal character 😔" 💀)

[the-kestrels-feather]

Victor: I see we've begun phasing the "B" out of our bromance

Henry, down on one knee: I mean, yeah...

[frankenstaning]

Go for it, Walton!!

[revoltingcreation]

Prolonged Reunion

(Henry Clerval/Gender Neutral Reader! No warnings needed :D)

It was only supposed to take two months, but here you found yourself arriving at Geneva seven months later. You knew a storm was approaching, but what luck for it to strike when you needed to cross the ocean. Thankfully you were alright, but you had to build an entirely new vessel. You…weren’t that good at boat building, but it worked and that’s all that mattered. When you finally reached the shore, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Now you just need to get home.

Your house was just a few miles away, so you walked down the streets and enjoyed the scenery of your hometown. You had missed it after all, but there one thing you had missed the most.

Henry.

God, what would he be thinking about right now? Hopefully he didn’t worry himself to death like someone else you knew, no, he’s stronger than that…right? Your pace quickened as your thoughts continued, until you had reached your house. You shoved around your pocket until you found the key, and twisted the door open.

“Hello?” You called out, shutting the door behind you. The house was empty, it seemed. All the lights were turned off and no doors were opened.

“Henry!” You shouted out. Did he leave? You sighed, kicking off your shoes and heading up the stairs to your room. You didn’t blame him, he probably thought you were dead. Opening the door to your bedroom, you were going to just fall onto your bed, until you noticed a familiar face on your mattress.

“My love!” You whisper-screamed. He was definitely asleep. His eyes were shut and his hair was coming out of his bun. He must have forgotten to take it out again..

With a smile on your face, you crept into the bed, sitting down next to him. You ran your fingers through his soft, auburn hair. He was so beautiful. You could hear him mumble something, and you quickly removed your hand. His eyes fluttered open, his gaze looking around the room, until—

“Y/N..?” He murmured, slowly sitting up.

“Yes, Clerval?” You watched as his eyes lit up, and it seemed that colour had returned to his face. He immediately pulled you into an embrace, gripping onto you as tight as he could.

“Good heavens, where have you been?!” He asked.

“My boat got damaged, and I needed to make a new one,” you admit, “but I am back now, love.”

“And you shall never leave my sight,” he joked, “best that happens again.” The two of you chuckle to this, however you know he means it. You and Henry pull away from your hold, and now you could look at his face in better light. Even with you reanimating him earlier, he appeared quite ill. He had bags under his eyes, and his smile, whilst still loving, was more faint.

“My love,” you begin, “Why don’t I make you some breakfast? You seem rather famished.”

“No, no, you stay right here. I’ll make you something.”

“But—“

“Stay there. I’ll bring you a change of clothes as well.” You watched as he hopped off your bed, getting right to work. Maybe not that much has changed in seven months.