#Professor Albin Eberhart Von Franz x Reader

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Lessons in the Dark

Chapter 1: A Knock at the Door

Professor Albin Eberhart Von Franz x fem!reader

You’re a young woman interested in the fantastical world of angels and demons and you seek out Professor Von Franz to mentor you in more ways than one.

(Slow burn, eventual smut, age gap, mentor/protege relationship, reader is in her 20s)

After months of searching up and down Wisborg you finally arrived to his door. You knocked, a loud echoing knock, and almost immediately you heard “GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” from deep inside the home. You weren’t going to give up that easy.

You knocked again, and the voice inside grew angrier, but also much closer. He was finally coming to the door. After what must have been your 15th knock on the door, it swung open. “What on God’s earth do you want?” Said the man in an exasperated tone. “Professor Albin Eberhart Von Franz?” You asked quizzically. “Yes fraulein, what on earth are you doing here?” You pulled a small book from your satchel, a rare tome written by the professor himself about the wonders and works of angels. “Professor Von Franz you opened my mind. I wish to learn from you.” At the sight of the book his eyes grew large and he finally ushered you into his home.

“Do you want some tea? Something to eat? Goodness sorry I’m not used to company. Wait, what’s your name? I haven’t even bothered to ask that.” You smiled at the old man’s frantic nature. “My name is y/n and some tea would be lovely professor.” He helped you out of your coat and led you to a seat. While he began preparing the tea a small Siamese cat lept up onto your lap. It was not the only cat, he had them roaming all over the place and you found this quirk of the old man rather endearing. The cat snuggled into your lap and you rubbed its head in response.

He finally returned with the tea and sat down across from you. “Now how in the world did you find that book fraulein y/n?” You smiled at his seriousness. “I have always been fond of angels. Not the passive boring ones you hear mothers speak of, no the real ones they talk of in the Old Testament. Fearful massive creatures! This has always brought great annoyance to my family, but while my father was away on business he found this book in some old Swiss book store and thought it was just another collection of guardian angel stories, but it wasn’t. It was yours. I devoured it ten times over and finally felt less alone in this world, a spark ignited inside me that there’s a whole scholarly world devoted to such mystical concepts. So I looked high and low for any of your writings and was able to find a modest amount your papers and I knew I had to meet you, speak to you. I’ve searched for you for years.”

The professor stared at you as if you were crazy, wholly unexpecting a young woman to be so enthralled with his writings. “Dear girl how on earth did you find me? I’ve done a good job of hiding out.” You smiled. “Do you remember your student Sievers? He’s my doctor. He saw me reading this book and told me you taught him and he knew where you were. He didn’t give it up so easily though so please do not chide him. Circumstances arose that led him to divulge.” His face warmed at the mention of your doctor. “Oh Sievers is a wonderful man! I do hope he’s treated you well as a patient?” You nodded in response. “Now fraulein, what are these circumstances that have led you to my door?” You took a deep breath, fearful of how he may respond to your next words.

“Professor I come to you with a two part proposition. You do not know me from Adam, but I beg you hear me out.” He nodded, clearly intrigued by you. “Before I lay out my proposal I must give you a bit of explanation as to how I have come to this conclusion. For the past several years I have been sickly, not of fever or plague, but of my womanhood. My menstruation is unusual and I find myself doubled over in great pain more often than not. Our lovely Dr. Sievers has done everything possible to aid me and I find reprieve from pain, but he has come to the conclusion that I am barren. I will never be able to carry a child. I am the third daughter of my family and I have two eldest brothers. My parents have married off all of my sisters and want little to do with me so they intend to send me off to a convent. Professor I love God with all my heart, but I will be wasted as a nun. Dr. Sievers agrees with this so he agreed to help me find you. This is where my proposition begins: take me on as your apprentice. Let me aide you in your research so that I may soak up all your intelligence and immerse myself in the world of the occult. It is my greatest dream, my purpose.” He stared at you, taking in your tragic backstory and thinking long and hard about what you had asked.

“Fraulein, first of all let me say I am truly sorry for what you have endured physically. I am enthralled by your desire to pursue the world of the occult and believe it may be your purpose here in this earth. However, we must look at how this scenario presents itself. An old man like myself cannot just let an unmarried young woman hang around him unsupervised, it would plunge me even deeper into disgrace that I already am and while I do not care for my own reputation I care deeply for the reputation of the work.”

“Professor I understand completely, this brings me to the second part. Dr. Sievers tells me he believes you are unmarried, is this correct?” He seemed taken aback by the personal question. “Yes fraulein I have always been devoted to my work.” You took a deep breath, praying to God this would work. “Then I ask, quite inappropriately as the lady in the situation, for your hand in marriage. Marry me, on paper only, so that we may work together to uncover the secrets of the occult and so that I may be saved from the convent. I know that I have far more to gain from this than you, but I can imagine that the work gets lonely and tedious. I will do whatever you need of me. I will not expect you to fulfill any typical husband duties and I will serve you simply as an apprentice, not as a wife.” His jaw actually dropped at this proposition.

After the shock began to wear off he asked “Would you not be embarrassed to be such a beautiful young woman married to such a ghoulish old thing like me?” You chuckled at this. “Professor if I’m asking to devote my life to a study as controversial as the occult do you think I care what others think? Let them judge. I will be content knowing I’m married to one of the most brilliant minds alive.” You could swear he blushed at your words.

After a moment of deliberation he took your hand and looked you in the eye. “Fräulein y/n if you are serious about the work, as you truthfully seem to be, it would be my honor. Now, let me reassure you I will not trick you into playing wife for me. I know many an old man would take advantage of this situation and force you to do things you do not wish to do, so let me reassure you I will view you as my student and my apprentice you need not fear anything inappropriate.” You smiled at his chivalry, internally relieved that your academic hero was not some old pervert.

“Oh thank goodness! I had put all my faith on you answering yes so Dr. Sievers will be here shortly with the paperwork. I apologize for the haste, but my father was planning on sending me away tomorrow.” The professor was impressed at both your confidence and your attention to detail. “I hope you don’t mind cats!” He exclaimed as an orange tabby pawed at his feet. “Oh I love them them!” You cooed as you picked the cat up.

He walked you around his apartment and introduced you to each cat, sneaking treats out of his pocket for each one. You stole glances at the artifacts and books lining the walls, itching to uncover the secrets. After some time had passed and you finished getting more aquatinted with the professor and his cats, there was a knock at the door. Professor Von Franz opened to door to let in Dr. Sievers and a clergyman.

“I’m guessing you were successful y/n because he didn’t kick you out or smack me in the face!” Dr. Sievers called out with a chuckle. “No habit and rosary beads for me Doctor! No offense father.” The priest smiled at you, the closest a man of the cloth could get to a laugh. “None taken child. Shall we? The good doctor explained to me time is of the essence for you.” You looked over to the professor and he nodded. “We’re ready.”

The priest performed the marriage ceremony as quickly as he could and Dr. Sievers acted as your witness. When it came to the sealing of your union, the kiss, Von Franz looked at you in a panic as if he’d forgotten you’d have to actually touch each other. You smiled at him and leaned forward, pecking his lips in a kiss fit more for a grandfather than a husband. His mustache tickled you and you grinned as you pulled away. Now that the ceremony was over you signed all the paperwork and the union was complete, leaving you with the frightful task of revealing your marriage to your parents.

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Masterlist

Mr. Reed (Heretic)

At His Mercy

Toy Drabble

NSFW Alphabet

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Professor Albin Eberhart Von Franz (Nosferatu 2024)

Lessons in the Dark

*Chapter 1

*Chapter 2

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Lessons in the Dark

Chapter 2: Angel in the Night

Professor Albin Eberhart Von Franz x fem!reader

You’re a young woman interested in the fantastical world of angels and demons and you seek out Professor Von Franz to mentor you in more ways than one.

(Slow burn, eventual smut, age gap, mentor/protege relationship, reader is in her 20s)

Chapter 1

Breaking the news to your family went about as well as you imagined. Your father screamed at you and your mother simply refused to look at you. You had already pre-packed suitcases behind their back so the professor swiftly grabbed them from you and you were out the door, echoes of “you ungrateful brat” ringing in your ear as you walked back towards the professors house.

There was a relief that flooded through your body the second that his door closed behind you. You were truly free. Von Franz reappeared in the main living area after setting your things away and you engulfed him in a hug. “Thank you for taking this risk on me! You’ve changed my life, you’ve made my dreams come true.” The older man gently hugged you back, his touch gentle and almost fearful. You assumed he had spent much of the last decade as a full recluse so perhaps company would be good for him. “Well it’s going to be lovely to have someone so likeminded to bounce ideas off of! Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in a feedback loop.”

“I could listen to you talk for hours Professor, I cannot wait to learn from you.” He smiled at your excited disposition. “Oh Fräulein if only the scientific community shared your outlook.” You smiled devilishly, excited to correct him. “Professor I must correct you, you can no longer address me as Fräulein, for I am now Frau Von Franz.” His eyes widened at this and a smile broke across his face. “Now that’s something I never thought I’d hear! Frau Von Franz it is, though I suppose just y/n works too. Please call me Albin, I know you are my apprentice, but it feels strange having my wife call me Professor. That’s all anyone calls me. I think you calling me Albin will make me feel more like a person.” You smiled at his vulnerability. “Of course Albin, it would be my pleasure.”

“Now, y/n, please tell me how you have come to the world of the occult. I know that you said it was angels that caught your attention so long ago. How did that come to be?” You had never told a soul the event that lead you down your path of angels and demons, fearful it would get you locked up. You took his hand before beginning your story. “Albin, I have never told any one of this, fearful they would lock me up in an asylum. You are the first person I trust enough to believe my tale.” He placed his other hand over yours and reassured you “My child I promise you’re in a home of accepting ears, please go on.”

“When I was a child I was enthralled by religion. I found the stories and the paintings in the church so miraculous and awe inspiring. Without a doubt I was the most religious member of my family which I think was an annoyance to them. When I was young, about 6, I first read the story of Isaiah meeting the seraphim and was shocked at the description of these mighty creatures.” You paused, preparing to continue and Albin cut in, perhaps as a reassurance. “Seraphim are definitely marvelous, I can imagine how a child’s imagination ran wild with that description!” You squeezed his hand and smiled.

“That’s the problem, it was not imagination that left me shocked. It was my reality. Ever since I can remember I had been visited by a seraphim once a month in the early hours of the morning. He would do nothing but watch me and then fade away. I would call out, beg for some sort of conversation or acknowledgment. This pattern repeated itself until I turned 18. My seraphim appeared on my 18th birthday and for the first time he spoke to me. Unfortunately it was in a tongue I had never heard, but his words were so powerful they filled my entire body with a warm light. He spoke a final sentence and then dissipated into a blinding light which engulfed me wholly. The light was painful and I screamed out. My mother found me writhing in my bed, bleeding profusely from my vagina. That was when the intense menstruation and pain around my womb began. When I was declared barren.”

He looked at you and was at a loss for words, which though you’d only known him a short time you assumed to be a rarity for the professor. “Dear are you saying that, well, how do I put it politely…” You cut him off with a polite smile. “I am saying that it is appropriate that I did not wear white on our wedding day Albin, for an angel took that opportunity away from me.”

“A seraphim taking a mortal woman? My god I’ve never heard of such a thing! I assume you’re familiar with the Book of Enoch and The Watchers, y/n?” You smiled, relieved that he had no judgement for you, just an instant academic interest. “Of course Albin. You can imagine that I’ve given every priest in Wisborg a dull headache by bringing up the giant bastards of angels and mortal women. I am not like the women from Enoch though for I did not become pregnant. Nor did I lay with the angel in any normal manner of human intercourse. I may be a virgin to humanity, but I know how sex works. What the seraph did was beyond human fornication.”

Albin approached you and grabbed you by your shoulders. “I will do everything in my power to uncover this mystery. There must be a way to free you from the pain you suffer. It is not right for you to bear this turmoil!” Moved so much by his words you threw yourself on him, engulfing him in an embrace and sobbing into his shoulder.

“Der Liebling why do you cry? Have I upset you?” He whispered as he stroked your hair. You were able to regain a bit of composure and you brought your head up so that you were looking him in the eye. “Albin, there is not a soul on this earth who has ever put my pain at the forefront of my affliction. It is always ‘we will do our best to make sure you can carry a child.’ Your kindness is the greatest gift I have ever received.”

“You stand here before me, a fully formed creature of god. Why should I concern myself with your potential unborn when you are suffering? Worry not, we will figure this out together.” You embraced him again before finally releasing him.

“Now shall we figure out how we sleep? I fear I have only one bed, but there’s a recliner in my office area I often sleep on so I don’t mind giving you the bed and taking that.” You frowned at his generosity. Sure he was being gentlemanly, but you didn’t want his old frame stuck on a recliner. “How large is the bed?” You asked. “Oh big enough! I have plenty of room and you’re even shorter than me so I think you’d be comfortable.” He replied.

You smiled at him. “Albin why don’t we just share the bed? You already know my deepest darkest secrets, I don’t think seeing me in my sleeping gown is all that crazy. After all we are married!” His eyes widened. “Only if you’re sure, y/n. I suppose it’ll be easier to study and aid your fits of pain when they occur as well.”

“Then it’s settled! Show me to our room Albin.” You said with your arm drawn out. He grabbed it and guided you into the bedroom. It was as eclectic as every other part of the apartment, filled to the brim with occult books and symbols. The bed was even larger than he led on, there would be no concern of anything unsavory.

You left the room to prepare for sleep and returned in your nightgown with your hair down, the pins and combs of the day cast aside.

You climbed into bed and found that your new husband was still out in the main living area, fiddling away with whatever had caught his fancy. You left him to his own devices and fell asleep nearly as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Albin came to bed an hour or so later. When he saw your sleeping form he had to hold in a gasp. You were a thing of beauty. Not for him, he reminded himself. Your beauty belonged to you to do whatever you saw fit with. As he watched your chest rise and fall he understood how even an angel could fall in love with you.

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Working on a short Mr. Reed/reader NYE fic and then I’ll be back at working on my multi chapter Professor Von Franz fic 🫡