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tokoyamisstuff · 2 years ago

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Franken Stein / Reader: lucent (adj.) - softly bright or radiant

...in which you take care of him.

Warnings: Slight Angst, Dark Thoughts, Self-Loathing -Neglect and -Harm, Mentions of Mental Illness and Past Abuse, Blood Noteable: GN! Reader, Weapon! Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Made Up Background Story Words: ~4200

"Don't tell me you've been brooding around in the darkness all day!"

What a self-explanatory question, on second thought. Same procedure as every time.

Stein's lack of response made you sigh, a loud bang echoing through the wide room as you put down several bags on the nearest table. You flipped the lightswitch, however he seemed to be buried so deeply inside of whatever he was currently obsessing over that not even the bright lamps of the laboratory could bring him down to earth again.

The man itself was mutely sitting backwards on his rolling chair, his chin resting on the backrest being the only thing keeping him from collapsing right then and there.

"Hey there, Stein..." Your voice was barely above a whisper when you approached him, reluctantly waving a hand in front of his face to get him to notice you. "I'm back from shopping. Also brought the samples you wanted."

In that state it was never a good idea to startle him, so you were always hesistant to touch the prof in any way. Even being a death scythe yourself, god knows even one sole hit of his soul wavelenghts could send you flying through the wall. You had your own fair share of pain over the years, but you'd obviously avoid it if possible.

"Oh?" Finally, Stein managed to tear his eyes away from the screen he's been glued on for hours. "Welcome home."

The word 'home' made a small smile tug on your lips which he'd immediately mirror, but you knew him better than that. For a man known to be absent of most emotions, he had perfected the art of showing off completely normal expressions. His appearance was already enough to unsettle most people interacting with him, after all.

Behind that facade, however, his feelings had just dampened down to an amount he could not express properly - so you'd always fear what silent turmoil would be going on on the inside.

His eyes gave it away, how part of him still seemed to be far away from reality, and the dark circles underlining his lids painfully showed you the extend of his exhaustion.

You highly doubted that those past hours of your absence were even remotely productive if anything. It wasn't the first time during those many, many years that you had seen him like this - staring at a vast nothingness while trapped inside his own mind.

Franken was a man whose interest, let alone joy, could only rarely be evoked by anything else than this science only he himself could make sense of. Though he was a highly intelligent man - or maybe precisely because of it - he was very well aware of his own sensitivity to madness.

And on certain times, it was extraordinarily hard to keep in check.

"Come" you cooed, slightly rubbing circles on his back before taking ahold of his wrist. "I've already run you a bath. Gonna make us dinner in the meantime."

You just knew he hasn't spend a single second of the day worrying about his own well-being - but hey, that's what you are there for after all.

Sometimes Stein seemed like a literal zombie, at least one would question if he was actually alive when they could see him like this empty shell of a man. Wordlessly, he rose from his seat and let you drag him through the hallway, his huge silhouette following you closely.

As he watched you cheerfully tiptoe through this literal horror house, even humming a little melody, the thick haze laying heavy on his mind would finally lift.

Yes, having you around was certainly beneficial in some ways. At the beginning he would've never thought it possible, but you were able to remind him of that crucial fact time and time again.

Of course you were annoyingly naive and intrusive at times, but useful nonetheless. Helping him remember all those bothersome needs his body naturally has, for example. Stein tend to forget himself in his work more often than not, and that could become problematic for his progress.

How could one get proper research done if they for example simply forgot to sleep for several days? Certainly not useful for proper function of one's brain.

On particular bad days, he'd ignore all the signs his body was desperately showing until he'd eventually pass out - but you on the other hand were aware of every little hint his otherwise shut down physique was giving.

And even if he still thought selfcare to be a waste of time, you had the talent to make it somewhat bearable.

"You really need to stop smoking" you almost mocked, sheepishly trying to distract yourself from staring at the man that undressed himself in front of you just like that. "Your clothes smell like a damn ashtray."

"Mhh..." was all you got for an answer, but you didn't mind. It wasn't like you and Stein ever needed words to understand each other either way, so when he sank down into the bathtub you reluctantly you decided to give him some space.

Without you being close Franken would begin to zone out again, rigidly sitting in the hot water that was doing nothing to help him feel human again. His aimless eyes wandered through the room, catching shady silhouettes here and there, proof of his mind playing tricks on him.

"By the way" he heared you call out for him behind the half-opened door, and your voice was so soothing he both wanted it on tape and to cut out your vocal cords for examination. "Getting those samples wasn't particulary easy. You need to pay me better for those missions!"

"I'm not paying you at all..." It was the first full sentence that left his lips this evening, and while it's meaning may be unimportant it did not fail to make you laugh. "Yeah, well maybe that's the problem!"

Not even a real conversation later you had quickly prepared the ingredients so you could leave them cooking by itself, while checking on your troublesome partner in the meantime.

"You sure are a piece of work..." you muttered under your breath as you found him in front of a broken mirror, blood running down his knuckles. Your heart sank into your stomach at the forlorn soul in front of you, his eyes fixated in a dark corner of the ceiling. "So it's that bad again, huh?"

Stein could only do so much as nod in shame, face stoic and wiped clean from any emotion. Immediately you grabbed a towel and began rubbing the drippingly wet man, then handing him a pile of fresh clothes as if his current state wasn't the most disturbing view.

Well, you were more than used to it - and glad to help every single time.

You could've sworn to earn an apologetic look from Stein as he calmly watched you removed the splinters from his skin, finishing with a clean bandage. Not even the disinfectant would have him flinch, and you heared the doc scold you about worrying too much and that this wound was nothing.

Yeah, you knew very well that he was used to way worse.

So many times you had stopped him from losing himself completely, kept him from doing something he might regret later and defended him through everything you failed to prevent.

Many would be concerned for your safety, thought you to be a victim trapped by a manipulative mastermind. No one could possibly understand why someone as kind and righteous as you could stay with a literal monster like Franken Stein, but that was simply not how you saw him.

Having witnessed a great deal of his childhood was more than enough to see the man in a completely different light. How the things that had happened to Stein have shaped and distorted him so much that it had left that huge of an impact even in the present. It was also most likely the reason why while he exceled in many ways, other most basic things he had failed to mature in at all.

Both you and Stein were caught up together since even before both of you had developed a proper conscience, not even remembering what your old homes had been like - that's just how young the two of you had been when you were abducted from your respective homes.

Many talented children, both weapons and potential meisters had been torn out of their families back then to serve cruel research purposes...

...however asides from you and Stein none of the others had survived that year-long torment.

And you owed the fact that you were still alive and able to live a somewhat normal life to him alone: A boy just as young and innocent as you, who you had never met until a cruel fate had put you in this hell together.

And what he did for your sake you would never be able to make up for.

Most of the extraordinary cruel procedures he would volunteer for whenever possible just so you would be spared, leaving you feeling both eternally grateful and with a deep guilt.

As months had turned into years in this nightmarish facility, the agonizing pain they drilled into this young boy's mind and body slowly but steadily changed him. Stein's conscience and emotions seemed to have vanished almost completely, being replaced with an insane hostility towards everything and everyone but you.

They had tainted his innocent soul, and so you ultimatively had to endure seeing the only good thing in your terrible life being altered beyond recognition.

And when both of you were freed, his mind was already completely broken.

Some might say that this debt is what's driving you to stay at his side all this time, but there's more to it - something good and bright and hopeful, and you wanted to try and share it with him until this day and beyond.

Because despite all his past wrongdoings, you were able to see the huge progress he made over the years, that much you could proudly claim.

Franken Stein was not beyond help, that much you wholeheartedly wanted to believe.

"Can you-" Stein's voice cracked before he could finish his request, feeling as if the burden of madness constantly creeping to poison his mind was crushing him fully.

Your hand was already on his sternum as he spoke, his muscles tensing as you hovered above the place that covered the strained heart you still knew he possessed. "Yeah, of course."

A deep, relieved breath escaped his lungs as you channeled your soul's wavelenghts to match his, entering his mind and body with ease. Stein would finally relax, shoulders slacking and goosebumps raising under your tender caress.

Those soulwaves of yours felt like a warm embrace, encoating him completely as if to shield him from everything...including himself. Madness might forever be lurking somewhere in a deep, dark corner of his mind - but thanks to you, it would always be damned to be pushed back, never to break through.

Sometimes, even though part of him felt remorse for depending on you so muc, he thought like this feeling was the way it should be for him. As if you were made for him and him only. And in a certain way, it was true. Those people altering you so brutally back then had succeeded in doing so.

The perfect weapon for the most powerful master.

"Thank you" Stein spoke in an unusual cheerful tone, turning onto the large screw in his head like he always would to rearrange his thoughts. "I'm feeling way better already."

"Glad to hear that" you responded softly, your hand subconsciously finding it's way to his cheek. "How about we eat now?"

"Sorry, not hungry." Oh, you wanted to punch some rason into him for that statement, to scold him about the importance of nourishing his body and all the work you put into cooking...

...but instead you were rewarded with Stein firmly putting his arms around you.

The tall man's head rested on yours, silently indulging in the moment for a while with no intention to let you go again. "What would I do without you, Y/N?"

"Wha- you..." Flabbergasted, you found yourself unable to string words together, trying to object to no avail.

"I think I've stressed you out more than enough tonight" Stein declared gratefully before daring to peck a ghostly kiss into your hair, the spark in his eyes you had missed all night having returned - that alone was more than rewarding for you.

"You're never bothering me, Franky." You pouted at the accusation, the fact that this man never learns to accept it. "I like being with you. I like you!"

"So much you're forgetting to think of yourself sometimes." Franky snorted at the nickname, squeezing your shoulders ever so slightly. "Get some rest now. I'll clean up your mess in the kitchen, okay?"

"Talking as if you were not all helpless before" you mocked him, poking his chest. "Alright, but only if you promise to lie down afterwards as well!"

Stein rose his arms in defense, smirking cheekily though he knew better than to argue with his metaphorical caretaker. "If you insist."

Taking care of Stein was one of the more easier tasks in your opinion, might not even be real work to you. After all, you cherished spending your time with him, no matter in what way.

But damn, the man just knew how to push your buttons!

As soon as he'd feel like himself again, he always tended to become all dominant and smug, in huge contrast to his usual lost puppy self.

Almost like he had two faces, and you didn't know which one of them was the actual healthy one. Both had their concerning qualities...

...yet it was nothing compared to the few occasions you had to see the true extend of his madness, shall it devour him.

On your way to the bedroom the sensation of your heart hammering against your chest would not falter in the slightest. That brief hug had brought your blood to a boil, making you feel like your complete body was on fire.

Sometimes you wondered if Stein was simply messing with you, or if you might only be imagining things. Hard to tell while being completely oblivious about the depht of your own feelings as well.

And even though you knew his affection for you to be genuine, his complicated character together with his confusing manners made his actions ambiguous most of the time.

Still, after everything he had done for you already you never doubted how far his feelings for you would reach. Stein could be sweet and caring if he wanted to, and also oddly domestic.

Analysing the composition of your relationship didn't matter, though. You were content with how things were between the two of you, right?

It was already pitch black outside when you crawled into bed, eyes clinging to the stars as the only light source. Your mind was racing with questions you had asked yourself many times already, though you knew they would lead to unfullfilling dead ends.

Sleeping was an especially hard exercise for your traumatized self to perform, for nightmares surely weren't shaken off easily even after all the time that had passed.

Sometimes you wondered how you were able to live in this laboratory where simply everything would so painfully remind you of all you've been through.

The solution to all of this was easy of course, the answer was always him.

Only Stein was able to make you overcome your fears, his presence alone banishing the memories haunting you away. To you, he was somewhat of a tragic hero, even though he had become the very thing that had tormented you all your childhood: A ruthless scientist and immorale sadist at that.

Yet he had sworn to protect you and never even once broke that oath. Gave you a home you would always gladly return to, thus alone erasing all those plaqueing fractions of your past, replacing it with memories to hold dear.

Giving up on him was no option. No matter what anyone else might think, not even Stein himself could stop you from seeing the good in him. You'd always have faith in him finding his way - and no matter what path he might choose, you would follow.

Maybe you'd have sweet dreams for a change, you thought as the last thing present in your exhausted mind was the image of Stein's thankful smile towards you, hugging the sheets as you soundly drifted into a sweet slumber.

Several hours later and in a whole other room however, the professor was still desperately unable to find any rest.

It was a fight that would never stop to continue: An eternal battle with madness about who's gonna prevail over his soul. He tossed and turned, sheets feeling like sandpaper on his skin in contrast to the remembrance of your silky touch.

Your scent, the gentle waves your soul was radiating were simply everywhere....and it was driving him crazier than madness ever could, pulling on every last of his nerve strings.

Actually, Stein knew what to do to find relief. It was so simple yet also so much more harder than anything he had ever done.

Obtaining it was impossible. An equation not meant to be solved.

Not even a sociopathic freak like himself could deny it any longer, how his heart was yearning for you - breaching whenever you were out of his reach, only to lead insanity through the cracks.

Why weren't you able to see the abomination everyone else does? Why pity a man who has drifted as far away from a victim as one could be? He was mutilated and instable, a constant burden and threat to anyone around him - especially you.

Stein was giving it his utmost to fill the emptiness of this unrequited love with his research, though not even that would be able to keep his madness in check anymore.

For your sake, he was always trying to become a better man. A dream never to come true, for he could not get out of his own skin.

Having you around was already more than enough, a privilege he stopped deserving a long time ago.

It would be selfish to demand more.

"Huh?"

As soon as he was able to focus again, Stein found himself in the middle of your room. Apparently the delusional part of him had taken advantage and rushed towards you before he even realized.

Gladly, at least you haven't woken up to notice him yet.

He cursed internally, fists clenching as he tried to leave instead of giving in to the inevitable pull he felt towards you. Fighting the urge to soothe that ache he had sucessfully suppressed for so long already.

Easier said than done, for he wasn't alone in his own head...so many voices and they were all screaming your name.

Stein was rooted on spot as his glare bored holes into you, fingernails digging deep enough into his own flesh to draw blood as he watched your chest slightly have with every breath. You looked magnificent even while sleeping, like a piece of art that wasn't meant to be tainted by touch. Your soul, he could perceive it as clearly as daylight and it was just as bright.

But as much adoration as he held for you, there were always two sides of a coin.

More often than not he felt a dark envy for being able to preserve your humanity even through everything. He believed you to be stronger than him, knew himself to be lacking something from the very start - maybe ever since he was born.

Or maybe you were possessing a unique trait, something that made you different in the way you could pull even someone as wicked as him towards the light.

Vivid scenarios began flashing in front of his inner eye, tempting him to still his curiosity by force.

Of course, that was what he had always been. Deep down he was a beast, and you knew it - that's what they had turned him into. A homicidal maniac.

The fact that you were always there for him despite the risks could only mean you wouldn't mind if he eventually fulfilled his desire like you had seen so many times before, or doesn't it?

It could only be that way. You want him to hurt you, maybe die by his hands even.

Yes, the narcotic would be quickly prepared, and then he would dissect his obsession with you away. If he could only to find out what makes you so special, then he could finally erase and overcome this weak spot for you.

Stein's eyes widened as you turned around at that moment, feeling caught in the act even though you were still soundly asleep. He was rooted on spot, eyes fixated on the huge unsighty scar on your left abdomen you had revealed as you kicked away the blanket.

In opposite to his initial plan, his insides churned at the sight. The remembrance of the scar's origin made his heart drop to his stomach, as if to be burned by black bile.

Due to his rather disturbing hobbies he was used to see massive amounts of blood without it evoking any emotional reaction, and more often than not he was being the one responsible for it in the first place....

...but the memory of your bleeding out self lying in his arms made him feel sick to the core.

You had been severly injured after a fight back when both of you had been pupils at DWMA - all because you had tried shielding him with your own body. Even in his adolescence the young man had already primed in his knowledge about the human body, so closing a wound like this was nothing to him...

...and yet he didn't.

Smart girl, he thought and though he was not one to cry easily, his eyes started to water for the first time in what felt like decades. You had hidden that scar away from him intentionally, fearing what would become out of him if he was to remember.

A faint scream echoed in his head, mixing together with his own crazy laugh - becoming louder and louder as if to taunt him for what he had done. Because instead of stitching you together as he was supposed to, the possibility of your imminent death had made him snap.

Stein had hurt you back then, he was sure of it.

"Hey, Franky..."

The man froze in shock at you being awake, but before he could rush out you took a hold of his hand and immediately led it to the scar - he was an open book to you, after all. "I know what you're brooding about...it's alright."

"Y/N, I- back then..." he gulped harshly, only able to watch in awe at how content you smiled at him. It just wasn't logical, how much you trusted him. "Did I-"

"No, you didn't."

Something in his eyes, this intense vulnerability gave it away that he would not belive you in the slightest. He reluctantly let his fingers glide over the terribly healed scar, clenching his jaw in anger. No way he had treated it.

"It's true you went berserk back then" you chuckled awkwardly, yawning sleepily as if this was no serious matter. "Kinda scared me, to be honest."

Stein retracted his hand, facing the ground with an unreadable expression. If only you could read his thoughts you wished, or maybe it was better that you can't. There was a reason his mind chose to block out certain things.

"I've never seen someone singlehandedly defeat so many enemies without their weapon." That was sugarcoating to be honest, he literally obliterated them. Usually, you rather chose not thinking about that day too much, wanting to forget ever having seen him that way. It simply hurt too much. "You didn't even stop to tear them apart even after they died, until-"

"...I heared you scream."

"Yeah." Stein looked at you in disbelief as you tugged on the collar of his labcoat, effectively bringing the man crouching in front of your bed to fall. Not that he would stuggle all that much anyway. "You took revenge and came back. All just for me."

Even in this state of madness Stein wasn't able to even lay a finger on you back then, yet sadly he was also mentally in no condition to treat your wounds nonetheless.

"Our past doesn't define us" you whispered confidently, putting the blanket over the two of you. "Neither does your madness. You don't need to be fixed, or shunned, or punished. Just be yourself, that's perfect for me."

Cupping his cheeks between your palms, you felt Stein pressing your whole body against him as if he feared you to disappear if he was to ever let go.

How could it be that you've seen him at his worst, and could still always look at him with that emotion no one else had ever directed towards him?

This was simply too good to be true. Maybe his mind was leading him on him again, showing him what he desired most just to torture him with taking it away-

"I love you, Stein."

Before he could object, that confession would be sealed with a kiss, covering his slight agape mouth with your lips...

...and eventually he allowed himself to indulge in that sensation, closing his eyes as he reciprocated your gift.

You made sure to peck another, more gentle kiss onto his lips, forehead, collarbone, before an overchallenged Stein turned you around and clung onto your back.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

Franken's face was buried in your neck, heavy breaths evening out against your skin. "I think I'll accept the teaching job at the DMWA."

"Really?" That sure was a sudden change of topic, but this way probably came more natural to him than to actually talk about what he was feeling. "That sounds nice. You actually seem to have taken a liking to those kids, huh?"

"They kinda remind me of us back then." You snickered at the thought. "God, I sure hope not. We were awful teenagers."

"Just the two of us against the rest of the world..." Stein mumbled against your skin, his soft snore already entering your ear as you added "That never changed."

Tonight, the two of you had found peace within each other.

#soul eater #dr. stein #dr. franken stein #dr. stein / reader #franken stein / reader #dr. franken stein / reader #self insert

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zombieumbreon · 2 years ago

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Black Magic Woman Series ML

>Starring: Dr. Franken Stein and Witch Female Reader. <

•Chapter One. A Love Against The World

•Chapter Two. He Can’t Marry Her

•Chapter Three: This is War

•Chapter Four: Let There Be…..

•Chapter Five: untitled.

#soul eater smut #soul eater #stein #dr franken stein #stein x reader

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girc00 · 4 years ago

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Go for it, Stein!

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let-me-take-your-soul · 4 years ago

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Hey! You blog is super cool!!! I was wondering if you would do a scenario where the reader is a weapon who's meister dumped her, and Stein helps her in his own weird way. Look, I just live for Stein.

Awwww thank you!! And hey, no judgement here, I live for Stein too! He is top tier 👌👌👌

Stein Comfort Scenario:

It took you awhile to really comprehend the situation you were now in. Your meister, the person you had been for years-- had broken up with you. It was heart shattering to wake up and see a half-empty home, with a note left behind to tell you it was all over. The two of you had been together for so long and they couldn’t even tell this to your face?

After getting past that initial hurt, you became more pissed off than anything. However, you didn’t have a whole lot of time to really address these emotions because you still had a teaching job to do.

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It had been a long day so far and dealing with a lot of energetic young teens was taking a lot out of you. Finally your planning period came along and you decided to head to the library to get ahead on some grading. The quiet location didn’t help though, and your thoughts kept drifting to your breakup. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t focus.

You let out a deep sigh and put your pen down, giving up on the papers in front of you for a bit. You started to rub your face, attempting to ease some of your tension

“Something has really gotten into you today, (y/n). You’re very out of it.”

You look up in the direction of the voice to see your coworker, Dr. Franken Stein, smirking down at you.

“Wow, really? I never would’ve guessed.” you snap back.

He sits down across from you with mischief still dancing on his features. This was not exactly how you anticipated your planning period, but maybe some company could be okay.

“Are these papers that bad? You look so bored.” he asked.

“I honestly wouldn’t know. I can’t concentrate at all.” you reply.

The two of you remain silent for a bit and you tried to look back at some of the papers in front of you. It was even more difficult to focus now with the feeling of Stein’s eyes studying you.

“Your soul is very unstable right now, (y/n). It’ll hurt you if you let these thoughts of yours fester. You may not be able to properly resonate with-”

“We broke up.” you interrupted.

“Oh?” Stein says, slightly shocked.

“I woke up and they were already gone. All they left was a note. The damn coward couldn’t even say it to my face!”

In a fit of rage, you slam your pen down on the table and scowl up at Stein.

“Well if this is what you look like when you’re angry, I’d be scared too!” He bursts out laughing.

He takes a moment to catch his breath.

“I could dissect them if you want. Then we’d both be happy.”

It was your turn to bark out a laugh.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but no thanks,” you say, “This sucks and it hurts, but I’m sure I’ll be okay eventually.”

“Of course. Just remember: if you ever need a meister, we’re always compatible.” Stein tells you, finally pulling out his own papers to grade.

“Thanks Stein, I really appreciate that,” you reply.

“The dissection offer is still on the table though,” he says, a smirk on his face.

“Oh my god, shut up!” you laugh.

He was always a bit odd to you, but you ended up leaving the library feeling much better.

#soul eater #soul eater imagine #request #franken stein #stein #scenario #thank you so much for the request!!#I hope ya like it!!

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ladysarahsakura · 5 years ago

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Stein’s daughter

My apologise if you believe Professor Stein is OOC in this story. Also like many of my posts, this is an OG character I created to immerse myself into the world Soul Eater. If you’d like to see X Reader stories they will come I promise. Obviously, I don’t own Soul Eater I only own the characters I created to represent me and my weapons. Love you all!

Dr Franken Stein had a rough childhood. Combining the issues he had with his longing to dissect with how doctors who tried to ‘fix him’ would poke and prod him, it’s safe to say he wasn’t too happy with the way his childhood turned out. He was slightly jealous when he found out his ex-weapon partner-Spirit Albarn- was not only getting married but having a child on the way as well. Stein had many concerns about having a child and getting married: could he have found anyone to deal with him and his oddities? What about the madness within him that causes the need for dissecting, would he pass it on to his children? What if one day he did something to the child? Or his partner? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did. One way to fill the small void he had since he was scared to father a child and be a spouse was to choose one or two days a week to go to Death City’s orphanage where he would teach the older children- the younger ones, around 4 or so years old feared him- about animals he’s dissected or told stories of his old missions when he was at the DWMA as a student. These children looked past his stitches, his scars, and the screw/bolt protruding from the side of his head, and saw a scientist that made teaching fun for them. A couple of nurses that cared for said children were a bit unsure of Stein but the children adored him. One nurse, who oversaw new babies from a couple of months to 3 years, formed a friendship with Stein and he assisted her in preparing the food and formulas for the infants and toddlers at the Orphanage. On a sunny day in August, Stein’s life was about to change. The morning of the 27th of August in 1998, the orphanage welcomed its first-week old baby in 10 years. The small baby girl had been left on the doorstep at about 2 AM and the head nurse rushed to the door upon hearing the rapid knocking. They immediately fed the girl bottled formula, weighted her, took her temperature and swaddled her. Upon the infant nurse returning for her shift at around 5 AM, she immediately began round the clock care for the baby after the head nurse told her everything and even had the assistance of a pair of fraternal twins- Rocky and Roxy Takahashi, four-year-old, black-haired, green-eyed cuties who lost their parents to a kishin, took turns keeping an eye on baby girl, reading to her, and keeping watch on her as she slept soundly during naptime. On this day during his weekly visit is when Stein first sees the small infant, only 6 pounds but very healthy, wispy blond hairs already on her head, sleeping soundly in her crib in a light purple sleeper, Stein attempts to not wake the baby up as he converses with her nurse on her health and how she came to be in the orphanage this day. Rocky and Roxy also decided to move into the room with the baby to keep an eye on her at night, attaching themselves to her quickly, treating her like they would their own baby sister and Stein smiled slightly at the sight of the twins playing with the baby girl. Nearly a month passed and the baby girl was growing steadily, was happy and healthy, babbling happily to her friends and caregiver, and had still somehow had not been named. The twin children argued back an forth over what to name the infant girl, the caregiver just chuckled before ushering the rowdy 4-year-olds out for the baby’s nap and they stopped upon seeing Stein watching them interact again with the baby as the nurse slowly put her to bed. To stop the twins bickering, Stein suggested a simple name for the baby girl that he felt the twins would agree on: Sarah, Hebrew for lady, princess, and noblewoman. The baby had been such a sweet baby since she came to the orphanage she deserved a name as such since the twins called her their Princess anyway, also it was a name Stein liked. The girl just seemed like a Sarah. They immediately loved it and made certain to tell the baby her name once she awoke.Over a course of eight months, Sarah began to crawl, tugging herself up at times on her crib, a pants leg, or with the helping hand of her caregiver and the twins. She was slowly learning to walk with the help of Roxy and Rocky holding her hands and walking behind her. Aside from her being a little small, she was exactly where she should be in development. Overall, she was a happy, cheerful, sweet baby girl. By June 1999, she was walking even better, holding herself on the wall or holding onto her caregiver’s pants leg and waddling beside her around her room- they didn’t let her explore much except her room and the hallway outside it- and Stein still watched the baby girl develop from a distance, worried his appearance would scare her as it did the other younger children. He didn’t understand why he was drawn to the infant and worked so hard to make sure she was developing properly, conversing with the caregiver when she would get sick or have a rash or wouldn’t eat some foods. Stein knew better than to believe he could adopt a child, to care for and father them, what if he scared them once they saw his tendencies? What if he snapped and hurt them? He had a couple of friends that would assist him in raising a child for he had spoken about it many times to them, wanting an outsiders opinion on if he would ever be a decent father. Marie Mjolnir and Sid Barrett both said they would assist him when he needed them to. A young Sid was already partially caring for a baby boy named Black☆Star who had been found by him on a mission almost a year prior and he said several times how if Stein adopted the girl how sweet it would be if she and Black☆Star would be friends later in life. Stein had to admit, he did find himself drawn to the small child even after years of saying he wouldn’t be good enough to be a father. He tried to converse with her caregiver about her progress and the two adults remained unaware of the infant waddling slightly back from her spot from the corner of the hallway where her twin friends were attempting to get her to walk towards them. Sarah caught sight of Stein and proceeded to waddle towards the stranger she saw many times but never really met. The twins watched as the blonde, little girl waddled her way up to be near Stein, her summer dress swished slightly with every uneven step she took with her chubby baby legs towards her desired destination which was towards the person she knew of but never saw who conversed still with her caregiver unknowing of the baby they spoke of waddling/walking straight towards them. Her caregiver noticed Sarah first but pretended to not notice as she waddled closer to Stein, Roxy and Rocky giggling from the end of the hall. Stein still talked for a moment before feeling a soft tug on his lab coat. Looking down, he met the baby browns of the child he had been meaning to avoid in fear of scaring her as he did all other young children. His green-grey eyes widened and he stiffened, waiting patiently for baby Sarah to begin crying or wailing at his stitches, his bolt/screw, or his towering height but what he got next shocked him more than anything. Sarah reached up with her chubby baby arms and made grabby hands, a sign she wanted to be picked up...by Stein. He slowly relaxed and slid down to the floor, hesitantly, before she surprised him again by clamouring onto his lap and grasped onto his shirt. Her baby hands examined his own, his clothes and his face and hair as she did with everyone she found interesting and she didn't know it but Stein’s heart began to melt. She touched his mouth, his chin, his nose, his glasses- which he then took off to keep them from accidentally being broken- then her hands made their pathway towards his hair. Again, he braced for a scream or crying, instead, he found baby Sarah place a small hand on the screw/bolt and cocked her head to the side at it. Stein smiled softly and reached up to turn it and Sarah grinned and clapped at hearing a slight click click click from the turning. She grinned and babbled cutely, showing her newly grown bottom teeth and she too tried turning the bolt only to find her baby hands weren’t strong enough. Noticing her confused head tilt again, Stein reached up to twist it again and her face lit up. To get her mind off the screw/bolt, Stein held out his hand to her to examine and she happily did so. She continued to play with his hands, his jacket, she’d trace her fingers around his nose, eyes, scar, and babble happily, even speaking a few real words here and there she had been learning. Stein smiled softly at the baby in his arms, relaxing as she continued memorising him. He continued to talk to her caregiver who had sat beside him and was joined by the twins. She grinned when Sarah began to cuddle into Stein’s shirt as he held her in a large hand as she gripped his finger tightly. He completely relaxed and smoothed her hair away from her closed eyes and she mumbled quietly, did she just say, papa? Soon she was sound asleep, snuggling into his shirt and mumbling softly. Her nurse chuckled, “ You’re really great with her. And she seems awfully attached to you. Have you made up your mind about adopting her?” Stein gaped at the woman, “Me? Adopt her? No, no I couldn’t. Not only is my lab completely unsafe for a baby or a kid in general but I doubt I would be a very good father.” His face fell slightly, imagining all the bad things that could happen to the innocent child. Sarah’s caregiver placed a tender hand on his shoulder, “ Come now, Stein. You’d be an amazing father. Look at everything you’ve done for the older children- teaching them, getting them interested in science and animals- also everything you’ve done for Sarah. You’ve helped with formula’s when she wasn’t liking the previous one, you helped make a salve for her diaper rash since store bought didn’t work on her, you’re attached to this baby and I can tell she’s attached to you.” “ But what if something happens? I mean, I would never intentionally hurt her, but my mind…” The caregiver softly smiled. “Then bring in a trusted friend. Caring for a child could be an experiment for you two as caring for any child would be. You can baby proof a certain section of your home for solely her and not let her past that area and have your friends assist you in helping care for her. The choice is entirely yours but,” she glanced down at the little baby, “ I believe someone already made up her own mind.” She chuckled at the infant resting happily in the scientist's hand. He pondered on for a bit on the what ifs. What if he did adopt this girl? Would he be a good parent? Could he provide a happy home for her? A safe home? Could he really be able to do it so simply? Study how to raise a child and asking Sid and Marie for help? What if something went wrong? What if he couldn’t keep his dissecting thoughts from her? Or worse what if he completely lost it. Soon he chose to go home, after unlatching the infant from her strong grip on his finger and shirt, he phoned Marie and Sid to come over for a talk to weigh the pros and cons for raising her or any child. During their meeting, Marie offered to stay with Stein for a bit to help him raise the child if he chose to adopt her and Sid offered to take her to school with Black☆Star, have play dates and such to assist in her development. Both friends swore to assist Stein in his choices no matter what. On that note, Stein wrote a list of pros and cons which by the end the pros outweighed the cons and he finally made up his mind. With Sid and Marie’s help, the babyproofed a section of the Patchwork Lab: every doorknob, corner, outlet, put a big lock on is lab and cleared out three side rooms for her beside his bedroom. Each room was baby proofed and he labelled each room for different things such as her bedroom, a playroom, and a library/study. Stein, with Sid’s help since he was assisting in raising a baby Black☆Star, helped create a feeding chart and Stein made a chart for when she would get older so she would have a routine she could adapt to in case he was called on a mission- which was rare but could still happen and would ease whoever kept an eye on her then. Marie went out and bought everything a baby would need: diapers, clothes, changing pad, blankets, burp cloths, a new crib, a playpen, a carrier, towels, baby bottles, a stroller, and many many stuffies and toys to amuse Sarah. By the next morning, Stein began the long path to adopting the baby girl filled with home studies and paperwork. He would go visit Sarah every day and personally assist her in learning to balance herself, helping her with her words, he even quit smoking to get the better chance of her actually being adopted by him. This went on for three whole months until all the paperwork and home studies were done. By the end of September, Stein had a daughter. Upon entering her new home, Stein and her caregiver agreed to a trial period. He had one week to see if he could handle a one-year-old and if he couldn’t, his would giver her back to the orphanage and gift all he and Marie had purchased to her to keep. The twins were saddened by not being able to see their younger friend but they were happy when Stein told them he or Marie would come to get them every weekend to bond with Sarah that way she would never forget them. Stein had given the baby girl a few gifts that were more scientific, like a stuffed frog she could “dissect” by taking apart the velcro straps on its torso and insides, he had hand knitted sweaters for her and a few blankets, even stitched little doll figures that looked like her, Stein, Sid, Marie, Rocky, Roxy, and her caregiver. Her favourite was the one that resembled Stein and she slept with it in her new crib in her new home beside her new papa who had set up a cot in her room to keep watch on her first few nights. Sarah slept soundly in her new home and grew steadily. By her fourth birthday, they found out she was a meister and that the twins were weapons. Around the same age, she had begun to question why she didn’t look like her papa and Stein had told her the truth, “ Yes, darling. We don’t look a bit alike, do we? But that doesn’t matter, little one. Because you chose me to be your papa that day when you were a baby and I knew you were my darling daughter. Nothing and no one will ever change that. Stein didn’t enrol Sarah into school instead Marie came and would teach her and she trained with Sid and Stein to get physically and stronger on her own before she became meister to a weapon partner. Sarah grew into a loving both the normal things any child would as well as having a growing curiosity about life to the point of her assisting her papa in his scientific studies. Miss Marie would take her to meet with Sid and Black☆Star where he boasted several times about wanting to surpass Lord Death and stated that when Sarah finally joined the DWMA with him, he’d challenge her to their first duel. By the time Sarah became of age to bond with a weapon, she bonded with both Rocky and Roxy which explains why they bonded so quickly at the orphanage. Poor Stein had to get Marie to help the year prior when Sarah got her first period and he didn’t want to embarrass her by having that whole talk. By age fourteen, the trio had gone on many missions to collect Kishin souls as requested by Lord Death even if they weren’t students of the DWMA yet. Sarah chose to postpone her studies at the DWMA for a little while longer since she was learning about her papa’s evils and he confessed to only feeling calm with her or Marie home with him. Marie still taught Sarah and she learned to bend her own wavelength to heal as well as having papa’s ability to use it as a defence without a weapon and learned that the twins had multiple weapon forms which Sarah could easily wield. She made tremendous progress and not once did she lose her love of life and sense of freedom. Stein couldn’t have been a prouder father, however; he was scared for when she would enrol into the DWMA which was now also a college for older children who wished to have further teachings. Would she be ridiculed for being his child even if it wasn’t biologically? Would she be ashamed? Would she still be happy? There was one way to find out. Byt the morning before her next mission, he enrolled her into the DWMA at the age of nineteen. When she returned home she would be a student.

#soul eater #Stein x reader #Stein x Daughter reader

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Inspired Feminist Children's Books On the Rise #JACBA Newsletter 1Jun2017

15 Feminist Children's Books That Will Inspire Readers Of Any Age

Girls Think of Everything: Stories of Ingenious Inventions by Women by Catherine Thimmesh and Melissa Sweet tells the stories of the women who invented everything from windshield wipers, to liquid paper white-out, to aircraft bumpers, to the chocolate chip cookie, and more.

I Dissent: Ruth Bader Ginsburg Makes Her Mark by Debbie Levy and Elizabeth Baddeley tells the (condensed, simplified) version of the amazing life and achievements of Supreme Court justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, while combating the idea that young girls and women should always be agreeable, accommodating, and non-confrontational - a lesson I know that at least I need to keep learning over and over.

The Invisible Princess by Faith Ringgold is an African American fairy tale set during slavery, telling the story of one couple whose wishes for their child come true in ways they never could have imagined. That daughter becomes the Invisible Princess, who will one day liberate her parents from slavery, and bring freedom to all the slaves on the plantation. This one is a great reminder of the difference just one individual can make - invisible or not.

Brave Girl: Clara and the Shirtwaist Makers' Strike of 1909, written by Michelle Markel and illustrated by Melissa Sweet 2014 Awardee

I Dissent: Ruth Bader Ginsburg Makes Her Mark, written by Debbie Levy, illustrated by Elizabeth Baddeley, 2017 Awardee

We Shall Overcome: The Story of a Song written by Debbie Levy and illustrated by Vanessa Brantley-Newton 2014 Awardee

Aunt Harriet's Underground Railroad in the Sky by Faith Ringgold 1993 Awardee

Friday essay: the feminist picture book revolution

Newish picture books out there for the budding feminist.

Books about broader activism (such as conservation, segregation, the right to vote) featuring girls or women include One Plastic Bag; Isatou Ceesay and the Recycling Women of Gambia (2015) by Miranda Paul and illustrated by Elizabeth Zunin and The Youngest Marcher; The Story of Audrey Faye Hendricks, a Young Civil Rights Activist (2017).

There is power in the political picture book to reveal the marginalised stories of women in politics, but only space in this article to mention a few. So I'll start (of course) with Hillary (2016) by Jonah Winter, a biography of Hillary Rodham Clinton. Winter has had a number of political picture books published, including one about the work of Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas.

My favourite in this category is, I Dissent: Ruth Bader Ginsburg Makes her Mark (2016) by Debbie Levy and illustrated by Elizabeth Baddeley. I Dissent uses the Notorious RBG to introduce ideas around working mothers, persistence, shared domestic responsibilities and stay-at-home dads. The book explores the language of dissent while showing the (completely lovable) liberal US Supreme Court justice in her real life, thereby positing the girl with a voice as something special, but nonetheless natural.

We Shall Overcome: The Story of a Song written by Debbie Levy, illustrated by Vanessa Brantley-Newton 2014 Awardee

Lillian's Right to Vote: A Celebration of the Voting Rights Act of 1965 by Jonah Winter 2016 Awardee

I Dissent: Ruth Bader Ginsburg Makes Her Mark, written by Debbie Levy, illustrated by Elizabeth Baddeley, 2017 Awardee

ASU student uses literature to shine light on marginalized groups

Duncan Tonatiuh, told students at the beginning of the day, "It's important to share our stories, because if we don't, others won't either."

Tonatiuh's books reflect his Mexican-American heritage in both story and illustrative style, which is heavily influenced by pre-Columbian art with strong Aztec and Mayan overtones. Copies of his book, "Separate Is Never Equal," were given out at the event.

"This event is really about connecting youth with literature that mirrors their experiences," Flores said. "It provides a space for them to realize the power their stories and experiences can have to liberate and change lives, and how through sharing their stories and experiences, they can make a difference in the world."

Separate is Never Equal: Sylvia Mendez and her family's fight for desegregation, written and illustrated by Duncan Tonatiuh 2015 Awardee

Angelina Jolie Is Helping to Bring a Canadian Classic to Theatres But TBH, Angelina is only one of many reasons to get excited about this film

Nobel Laureate Malala Yousafzai told the New York Times that the story is one that all girls should read: "The Breadwinner reminds us how courageous and strong women are around the world."

That spirit comes through in the recently released trailer for the upcoming film, which is set to be released this fall.

The Heaven Shop by Deborah Ellis 2005 Awardee

The Breadwinner Trilogy, three books by Deborah Ellis 2004 Awardee

Parvana's Journey by Deborah Ellis 2003 Awardee

A Day of Accolades at Bank Street

A Cook Prize Honor Books went to Follow the Moon Home: A Tale of One Idea, Twenty Kids, and a Hundred Sea Turtles (Chronicle) by Phillipe Costeau and Deborah Hopkinson, illustrated by Meilo So.

Hopkinson said she has been heartened to see readers' level of enthusiasm for Follow the Moon Home; it has taught her that "students are eager to participate in environmental conservation efforts. I believe that community action projects help to nurture interest in STEM and STEAM," Hopkinson said.

Also receiving a Cook Honor was Solving the Puzzle Under the Sea: Marie Tharp Maps the Ocean Floor (Simon & Schuster) by Robert Burleigh, illustrated by Raúl Colón. Raúl Colón next accepted his award. The illustrator spoke about how art and science are often interconnected in that both involve the imagination.

The process of illustrating the book led Colón to conduct his own research into the science-or is it the art?-of mapping the ocean floor, allowing him to learn along with readers.

Steamboat School, written by Deborah Hopkinson, illustrated by Ron Husband, 2017 Awardee

Girl Wonder: A Baseball Story in Nine Innings by Deborah Hopkinson, illustrated by Terry Wideners, 2004 Awardee

Shutting Out the Sky: Life in the Tenements of New York 1880-1924 by Deborah Hopkinson 2004 Awardee

A Band of Angels: A Story Inspired written by the Jubilee Singers by Deborah Hopkinson, illustrated by Raúl Colón, 2000 Awardee

BLACK WOMEN AS CULTURAL DEITIES A REVIEW OF "WE WANTED A REVOLUTION: BLACK RADICAL WOMEN, 1965–85"

Artist Faith Ringgold is prominently featured throughout the eight-panel exhibit. In 1970, she and her daughter, Michele Wallace, forced the Whitney Museum of American Art to include two Black women artists-Betye Saar and Barbara Chase-Riboud-in their Sculpture Annual for the first time.

Now, the Brooklyn Museum is honoring Ringgold's struggle for equity. Her oil painting For the Woman's House (1971) shows an array of women at work. Female inmates at Rikers Island used to be able to purchase the painting, though the jail later banned it. Just as she advocated for Saar and Chase-Riboud, Ringgold created the painting to honor Angela Davis, after she was arrested for a crime she was later acquitted for.

"An exhibition like this is years in the making, so over the course of producing the exhibition, the pertinence and necessity of it seems to have only increased. It certainly speaks to the need people have to talk about the contributions Black women have made to our culture."

Our contributions are innumerable, immeasurable, and, certainly, not to be disregarded.

Aunt Harriet's Underground Railroad in the Sky by Faith Ringgold 1993 Awardee

LVC Education Students Co-Publish Article with Professor

Lebanon Valley College education students Cara Dowzicky and Chelsea Bear co-authored an article along with Dr. Ann Berger-Knorr, associate professor of education, titled "Female Game Changers of the 20th Century: Picture Book Biographies and the Jane Addams Children's Book Award" which was accepted for publication by Pennsylvania Reads: The Journal of the Keystone State Reading Association.

Good books, like teachers, acknowledge children's lives, says author Jacqueline Woodson

"You have to read slowly in order to be a writer," she said. "You learn to listen to the silences and to the unsaid things."

Woodson is cherished in the world of young-adult literature for telling the untold stories of diverse American lives with generosity, tenderness and hope.

"I wanted kids to have stories in the world that reflected their lives," Woodson said.

Musing on the common observation that children's books function as "mirrors and windows and sliding-glass doors," she recalled that "I grew up with a lot of windows into white culture. And not very many mirrors.

"That's one of the things teachers do for us: They see us. Brilliance is passion recognized," she said. "For some of us the passion gets shaped into the brilliance. And some of us never get seen."

Each Kindness written by Jacqueline Woodson, illustrated by E.B. Lewis 2013 Awardee

From the Notebooks of Melanin Sun by Jacqueline Woodson 1996 Awardee

I Hadn't Meant to Tell You This by Jacqueline Woodson 1995 Awardee

Summer Reading Recommendations, From 6 Novelists Who Own Bookstores

Books Are Magic is opening in the midst of a renaissance for independent booksellers. The American Booksellers Association counted 1,775 members around the country in 2016, up from 1,410 in 2010. And Ms. Straub is joining a small but growing club of novelists who moonlight as booksellers - their ranks include Larry McMurtry, Louise Erdrich, Ann Patchett, Judy Blume and Jeff Kinney.

Louise Erdrich, AUTHOR OF "LaRose", BOOKSTORE Birchbark Books in Minneapolis

RECOMMENDS:

'Al Franken: Giant of the Senate' by Al Franken "Flips the classic born-in-a-shack rise to political office tale on its head. I skipped meals to read this book - also unusual - because every page was funny. It made me deliriously happy to learn that Franken has outlawed the word 'robust' in his office."

'Standard Deviation' by Katherine Heiny "About a perfectly mismatched New York City couple whose son, with autistic tendencies, is an origami prodigy. Both heart-piercing and, crucially, very funny."

'The Futilitarians' by Anne Gisleson "About an Existential Crisis Reading Group with a secret handshake."

'The Song Poet' by Kao Kalia Yang "The exquisite story of Kao Kalia Yang's father, village life, war life, refugee life, then a St. Paul housing project; America's secret war in Laos; and a people's history as sung by Bee Yang and remembered in fascinating and poetic detail by his daughter."

Judy Blume, AUTHOR OF "Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret", BOOKSTORE Books & Books in Key West, Fla.

RECOMMENDS: Two illustrated books for all ages:

'Some Writer! The Story of E. B. White' by Melissa Sweet

'I Dissent: Ruth Bader Ginsburg Makes Her Mark' by Debbie Levy, illustrated by Elizabeth Baddeley

The Birchbark House by Louise Erdrich 2000 Awardee

Brave Girl: Clara and the Shirtwaist Makers' Strike of 1909, written by Michelle Markel and illustrated by Melissa Sweet 2014 Awardee

I Dissent: Ruth Bader Ginsburg Makes Her Mark, written by Debbie Levy, illustrated by Elizabeth Baddeley, 2017 Awardee

We Shall Overcome: The Story of a Song written by Debbie Levy and illustrated by Vanessa Brantley-Newton 2014 Awardee

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Since 1953, the Jane Addams Children's Book Award annually acknowledges books published in the U.S. during the previous year. Books commended by the Award address themes of topics that engage children in thinking about peace, justice, world community and/or equality of the sexes and all races. The books also must meet conventional standards of literacy and artistic excellence.

A national committee chooses winners and honor books for younger and older children.

Read more about the 2017 Awards.

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SE Dr. Franken Stein x Teacher!Reader - Good Medicine

Summary: While Stein looks over your lesson plans for the neck week, you let it slip that you've been ill.

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of madness/illness/ symptoms of serious illness, fem!reader, mentions of addiction/substance abuse, platonic!nygus x stein, platonic!nygus x reader, not proofread

You sighed before gathering another deep breath as you made your way through the halls of the academy shortly after the final bell. The school was mostly desolate, save for the staff and the few remaining students who had to stay late for whatever reason. You waved to a few of them on your way, hands trembling nervously as you clutched the file in your hands.

Finally, you stopped at his door, the entrance to the EAT classroom. Hesiently, you knocked, before quickly stepping backward to put distance between yourself and him when he opened the door. Just as predicted, you could hear shuffling within the room, an aggravated groan, and desk chair wheels rolling. Then the door unlocked and cracked open, revealing a terrifyingly tall figure, shrouded in darkness, glass lenses gleaming and obscuring his eyes. "Miss (Y/N), can I help you?"

You swallowed hard, stepping forward and nodding. "I-I was wondering if you could look over my lesson plans for this next week? I've not been well and Lord Death asked me to have someone-"

"Have you tried asking Sid?" he interrupted in a monotone.

You blushed, feeling embarrassed and silly for thinking he'd be willing to help you. "W-Well, Sid's gone for the day, he left early today. Besides-"

"I see," the man acknowledged, bringing up a hand to straighten his glasses. "Spirit then?" he suggested, cocking a brow. "I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help a lady in need."

You began to feel defeated, you were a people pleaser at heart and hated bothering people. "Um," you said, shrinking under his gaze. "He's in an important meeting with Lord Death this evening." Stein's posture seemed to shift as he slowly began to realize he couldn't pawn you off on someone else. "Also, Lord Death asked that I go to you specifically..."

He seemed to mull the idea over for a moment before answering. "Is that so?" You nodded timidly. "So Lord Death instructed you to come to me for help and you directly disobeyed him by looking into every other option beforehand?"

Your eyes blew wide and you struggled to form a response. "N-No! Of course not, I just didn't want to bother you! I know how busy you-"

"Relax," he finally said, chuckling and opening the door further. As he did so, the glare on his frames dissipated to reveal kind and playful eyes. "I'm just playing with you. I'd love to help, for a price, that is."

"W-What is it?" you asked, nerves shot to hell.

"Can you go get me some coffee from the teacher's lounge, please?" Your shoulders fell in defeat as you nodded, beginning to walk away. "Oh," he called before you could get out of earshot. "Bring the syrup bottle, I like mine sweet."

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Brows furrowed in annoyance, you rounded the corner into the lounge and set the file down on the counter. You hated dealing with Stein, all he did was play mind games and make your life difficult- not to mention how scary he was. Sighing, you got a tray down from the top shelf, and then a pair of mugs, figuring you might as well get yourself some while you're here. Carefully, you poured muddy water into both cups, dressing yours the way you liked. Absent-mindedly, you began to fiz Stein's mug the same way, pouring simple syrup into it. It wasn't until you began stirring caramel cream into it that you realized. "Shit!" you hissed, realizing your mistake. Quickly, you took out another mug from the cupboard, and grabbed the carafe, only to find it nearly empty. Now you had no choice but to bring him an incorrect cup of coffee and pray to Death he still helps you.

You gripped the handles of the tray nervously, seeking some kind of support from them. Blonde coffee swished in each cup, and the syrup bottle treated to tip, but you eventually made it back all in one piece. "I'm back," you called into the dark room from the ajar door. "Can I come in?"

"The door's open, isn't it?" Stein's monotone voice replied from deep within. Stepping in, you found him at his desk, a single tabletop lamp illuminating his workspace. He seemed deep in thought as his red pen scrawled hastily across pages, shuffled one after another. In response you let yourself in, slowly inching toward him, before eventually deeming yourself close enough and standing at his side awkwardly. "Are gonna set that down or just stand there?" he asked, not bothering to even give you a side glance.

"Sorry," you muttered, shuffling in place. "I just wasn't sure where you'd like it." He pointed to a spot on his desk, equally cluttered but mostly flat with his pen. You obeyed and set the tray down, before taking his cup and setting it in front of him, as well as the syrup bottle. You tensed a bit when you noticed the sticky bottom of the bottle had adhered to what seemed to be a page of homework. He never seemed to notice, though. "Um, before you drink that," you interrupted, just as he lifted the cup to his lips. "I...zoned out a bit and started pouring the syrup in, so it may not be exactly how you prefer it."

Stein sighed, rolling his eyes. "Leave it to you to make pouring a cup of coffee harder than it should be." At that, he took a sip, pausing for a moment afterward. "Is there caramel in his?" he asked sternly, finally looking up at you.

You shook in your spot. "Y-Yes? I'm sorry-"

"It's really good." he smiled, taking another sip. "I guess I'll have to have you make all my coffee from now on." Your muscles fell lax with relief and you stepped closer. "Now then, pull up a chair, and let's have a look." You did as he instructed, dragging a nearby stool to his desk. You felt like you were a student again, having to stay behind with the teacher to review why you hadn't passed a test.

Once in a good position, you handed over the file which you'd carried under your arm. Stein took it and slayed it out on the desk as you looked over his shoulder. "What's the subject?"

"Soul bonds and forces that affect them." you responded astutely. Now he understood why he was the one Lord Death had you ask.

"I taught this last year to a pair of my students," he recalled. "Though, the results weren't very pretty. What's your goal in teaching this?" he wondered.

"To educate my kids on how to nourish their connection and help them understand the consequences of not doing so." you replied, gaining some sort of confidence in showing him that you knew what you were talking about.

"And what are those consequences?" he asked, lazily flipping through the loose pages inside the file.

"Potentially irreparable damage to the partners' bond, bodily injury, mental strain, inability to fulfill their duties, and in extreme cases where students cannot be reassigned to new partners, expulsion."

"And how can a bond be nourished or restored?"

"Trusting in one another, appreciating your partner internally and externally, and understanding of how a healthy dynamic should look between partners." You answered as he followed along with your written word. It was as if you'd memorized the words on the page.

"Well," he concluded. "You seem very knowledgeable on the topic, your notes look great," he paused to pack the papers back into the file and handed it back to you. "As long as you tell what you just told me to your students, I have no doubt they'll be well informed."

Finally, you beamed at his analysis, happy to have his approval. Pressing the file to your chest, you went to stand, only to have him point his palm to you- a signal to stop. "Just a moment," he said, taking out a legal pad and his red pen. "Now that that's out of the way, I'd like to talk to you about something if you've got time."

You froze, a tad stunned as you fully sat back down. "Sure, I'm not in any rush," you accepted, tilting your head curiously. "Have I done something wrong?"

"Wrong isn't the right word for it," he reassured. "More like odd." Stein quickly jotted down the date, time, and your name before continuing. "You said you hadn't been well, and that Lord Death had noticed and sent you to me to double check your lesson plans. Let's talk about that."

You couldn't help but notice how his voice had changed. It wasn't quite as monotone now, and paired with his kind and genuine smile, you couldn't keep the butterflies out of your chest. He was being so gentle all of a sudden and you didn't understand what changed. "Which part?" you asked.

"Tell me about how you've been feeling, (Y/N)." he instructed. "With everything that's taken place, I don't blame you for not feeling like yourself."

You instantly knew what he was referring to. The Kishin Awakening. The battle with Medusa and Crona beneath the school. The ruined celebration of the academy. It was all fresh and heavy on your mind still. "I suppose..." you began vaguely. "Everything that's happened has stressed me out a bit."

"What happened wasn't your fault, you do know that, don't you?" he soothed, adjusting the frames on his nose. "Nothing you could have done would have changed the outcome of that fight."

"I know that," you admitted, twiddling your thumbs. "I guess I just wish there was something more I could have done. I mean, our kids were down there risking their lives- getting hurt, getting traumatized, and where was I? Stuck up here with everyone else, helpless."

Stein offered a gentle smile. "You're too hard on yourself." he laughed, removing his glasses and wiping the lenses on the tail of his coat. You were able to catch a glimpse of his eyes, swampy and genuine. They put you at ease. "Besides, you helped keep everyone calm, that's not nothing."

"Maybe you're right..." you relented, pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head. "I've just been having these terrible nightmares where things end differently."

"Nightmares?" He perked up, suddenly vastly more interested in what you had to say than before. "Tell me about that."

His change in attention span didn't go above your head, but you chose to ignore it for now. "I'll have dreams that the students you had with you die or become gravely injured, or that those witches managed to get into the school and hurt the people I was with."

"And have you experienced any other odd symptoms? Headaches, hallucinations, insomnia?" he asked, quickly scrawling your answers on the note pad.

"All of those, yeah," you confirmed, nodding and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "And nosebleeds."

Suddenly, Stein froze entirely. "Have these gotten worse since the Kishin awoke?" you hummed in response, giving even more basis to his hunch. "And have you had these in the past?"

"Well, I've had chronic migraines since I was a kid," you replied, unsure where he was going with this.

"Have you ever been medicated for it?" he asked, eyeing you as if waiting for you to confirm his suspicions.

"Many times," you answered, and he seemed to relax at this. "Nothing ever helped, though. Except for some herbal tea Medusa prescribed me a while back."

Stein tensed again, jotting down the new information before continuing. "And the symptoms subsided during that treatment?" You nodded and he pressed on. "And how much would you say they've worsened since you stopped taking the herbals?" You remained silent, guilt creeping up your back as you lowered your head. "(Y/N)?" Stein leaned in, concerned about your sudden shift in willingness to talk. He repeated the question, hoping you just hadn't heard, but your continued stillness told him everything he needed to know. "You're still taking them?!"

The sudden raising of his voice startled you, as well as the slamming of his fists on the desk. "Are you stupid? Don't you realize she's been poisoning you?"

"I'm sorry! It's the only thing that helps!" you cried abruptly. "I stopped for a few days but it just got so bad I couldn't resist! Now I have to take them even more often to get them to work!"

Stein composed himself, taking in and releasing a deep breath before reaching out and grabbing you by the shoulders. "That's enough, (Y/N), you need to listen to me," he began, pausing to make sure you were. "You have to stop taking those herbals, that's not medicine, it's a curse." Your eyes searched his for an indication that he was joking but came up short. "She has you addicted to this remedy, but all it does is make the problem worse, that way when you need a higher dosage, you'll have no choice but to go to her for more. Then she'll use you against us." Something in his voice revealed itself. Maybe it was worry, maybe frustration. Either way, it made your stomach churn.

"I'm about to tell you something you won't want to hear," he warned, sighing before looking back up to you again, mossy eyes boring into your (e/c) ones. "You've most likely got a parasite inside you, and it's possible she's been using it to gather information on the academy. Now that she's no longer a member of staff, you're much more important to her than you might realize."

There was nothing you could do to hold back the tears that began to stream down your cheeks. It was so ironic that the thought of bringing harm to the school had driven you mad, but in an effort to stop the madness from taking over, you put everyone in danger. "Oh my God," you sobbed, not even noticing when Stain pulled you into his chest.

"Shhh," he hushed. "Don't cry, it's gonna be okay," he reassured, rubbing your back as you cried. "Now that we know what's wrong, we can fix this."

"I'm such an idiot!" you sniveled. "I can't believe I fell for her lies!"

"You're not an idiot, you were deceived. We all were." he soothed, pushing you away and holding your shoulders at arm's length. "You made a mistake and that's okay." He withdrew himself from you, giving you a moment to compose yourself, and turned back to the desk. He then opened a drawer and pulled out a smaller pad before scribbling on it before tearing off the top page and handing it to you.

"I'm prescribing you something for the headaches and something for the parasite. When you stop taking the herbals, the hallucinations, nosebleeds, and nightmares should go away on their own."

"I didn't even know you could write prescriptions..." was all you managed to get out, still stunned at the revelation and his overall coolness about it. He simply gave you a kind smile.

"I am a doctor, after all." he chuckled, putting the two pads back into the desk drawer. "If you give me a second, I'll walk with you to the infirmary to have Nygus fill these."

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You'd been nearly silent since Stein's diagnosis, and now that you were walking through the halls beside him, you couldn't bring yourself to speak. He chatted away, nonchalant as ever, and you'd usually be delighted to see this rare side of him, but you couldn't get out of your head.

Finally, you both ended up at the infirmary, him walking in ahead of you. "Evening, ma'am," he greeted the woman behind the counter, grabbing her attention.

"Oh," she said, turning around and smiling softly behind her bandages. "Hello, you two. A bit late to be at work, huh?"

"I could say the same for you," Stein laughed, leaning on the counter. "If Sid left early, I assumed you'd be with him." Nygus rolled her eyes and sighed with a lighthearted chuckle.

"Not this time, I needed some time to reorganize my office." Her sky eyes suddenly flicked up to you, then back to your companion. "So, what can I help you with?"

Stein looked back at you and tilted his head towards her, prompting you to hand over the slip he'd made you. "We just need some prescriptions filled, if you're not too busy."

"Not at all!" she chirped with a grin, taking the slip from you. "Let's see here..." Suddenly, the contour of her wrappings fell flat and the sparkle in her eyes disappeared as she looked back at the man with a questioning look.

"I know you can keep a secret, Nygus. I appreciate that about you." He smiled, aware that she'd caught his meaning.

"Well, if you've got worms, that's none of my business, now is it?" She finally said, spinning on her heels and walking deeper into her office, dreads bouncing as she went. Something about her reaction melted your heart, knowing that she knew even a fraction of the truth- the worst fraction, and she wasn't upset with you.

Within a few minutes, she'd returned, a small white paper bag in hand. She gave you a reassuring smile as she handed it over. "For the headaches, take one as needed and no more than four in a day. For the other one, take one with breakfast and one with supper every day for two weeks."

After a tad more conversation, you both thanked her and exited the infirmary. "Start those both tomorrow and keep me updated on how they work for you, if need be, we can always adjust your dosage," Stein said, turning to head back to his classroom. "Have a good night, (Y/N)."

As he walked away from you, the question that had been burning in your mind bubbled back up to the surface again and you blurted out his name. "Stein! Wait," He halted, glancing at you curiously over his shoulder as you ran to catch up to him.

"Was there something else you needed?" he asked as you stopped beside him.

"I wanted to know..." you began, fidgeting timidly with your fingers. "Why are you being so kind to me?"

He laughed heartily, which embarrassed you a tad. "I can 't recall a time where unkind to me, why wouldn't I?"

You blushed a bit, shuffling in place. "W-Well.. you're-"

"Big and scary?" he chuckled lightly.

"Um, yeah..."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, perhaps one day I can change your mind." he mused, turning to leave again.

"U-Um, Stein?" you called out again, and once again, he indulged you with a quizzical look. "I'd like to get to know you better," you confessed. "I know you're not like I thought you were, and I'm sorry I made assumptions about you."

"Well, that's kind of you to admit," he accepted, beaming.

"I was wondering..." you trailed nervously. "Since you're going to be keeping up with the results of my treatment...we should probably..." try as you might, you couldn't will the words from your throat.

"Miss (Y/N), you're going to have to come out and ask me if you want me to say yes." he finally said, hinting at knowing what you wanted.

"W-Would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."

Thank you for reading, if you'd kindly like and reblog, I'd greatly appreciate it!

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mari2akary · 9 months ago

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surprise.

Guess what friends, you can now send me requests for tickle fics!. The fandoms I will write for are.

Owary No Seraph: (Ferid Bathory, Crowley, Lacus, Reader) Naruto: (Reader, Kabuto, Orochimaru) Kimetsu no yaiba: (Enmu, Douma, Reader) Soul Eater: (Dr Franken Stein, Reader) Marvel: (Loki, Thor, Reader) Netflix Dracula: (Dracula, Aghata, Reader, Zoe) Creepypastas: (Jason the toymaker, Lauguing Jack, Reader, Dr Smile) Blue Exorcist: (Mephisto, Rin, Yukio, Reader)

At the moment I write more about Naruto. and the fics will never be with romantic relationships, only bonds of best friends, brothers, mentors or father figures.

#fiction #tickle thoughts #sfw tickle community #anime fic #otaku

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tokoyamisstuff · 2 years ago

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Sleeping Beauty - Franken Stein / Reader

Summary: Initially planning for you to serve his insatiable interest for dissection, Stein's intentions went into a whole different direction.

Warnings: Angst, Noncon, Somnophilia, Alcohol, Drug Use (Narcotics), Unprotected Sex

Words: ~4700

A/N: You know I can't live without making it at least a little fluffy in it's own way - at least as far as it can go with a noncon story, that is.

I personally believe my stories about the topic to be kinda mild, though it goes without saying that if this isn't your cup of tea, you shouldn't read it.

Again: ⚠️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat⚠️

"You really have changed, Franken."

It's been a long time since someone adressed him by his first name, probably way back at DMWA. Not that he cared, though it was typically used to scold him.

"For better or worse?" Stein asked , not bothering to look at you. The whole evening already he was giving it his utmost to avoid eye contact at any cost, acting all focused on random things.

"Dunno" you responded bluntly as you swirled your third glass of wine, taking a huge sip to loosen yourself up. "Just different. Guess we have to wait and see."

You on the other hand haven't changed at all, he deduced as he finally, almost unnoticeably side-eyed you. Still the perfectly composed, obedient A-grade student. Well, now teacher, he corrected himself. But boring nonetheless.

Back when the two of you were classmates, you would somehow always magically appear whenever he would be in - or rather cause - trouble. You sure were a bothersome class representative, preaching to the young Stein countless times, dragging him to activities or otherwise forcing him to spend time with the classmates he otherwise wanted nothing to do with and the other way around.

Yes, you surely were a stubborn one, constantly going out of your way to make someone who chose to be an outsider feel like he belongs - and no matter how often he tried to scare you away like all the others, you'd always somehow laugh it off.

As if he ever needed your help, let alone your pity.

During all those years, no matter your efforts, Stein had convinced himself that he loathes you and everything you stand for...

...now that he's matured, however, being able to see his past in a different light-

"Say Stein...you know that I had a little crush on you back in school, right?"

'Little' was the understatement of the decade - you were full-blown head over heels for this man. And meeting him again, even after such a long time, might have reignited those emotions you had long since buried...

...not that you'd ever admit it, though.

"Oh, really?" Stein seemed as indifferent as always - at least on the outside - and you've expected nothing more. "You have a terrible taste, then."

"Maybe that's true." You laughed it off, being proud of yourself for finally daring to voice those feelings after all those years.

Well, actually you thought to have been pretty upfront about your feelings, even if you never actually confessed. The signs surely were there...

...especially when you asked to become his new partner after Spirit ended their unusual friendship. He declined, harshly saying that someone like you could never be a replacement for anyone and would only drag him down.

That was the first and only time Stein had actually managed to make you cry.

Little did you know he turned you down solely in order to protect you from his destructive personality, fearing what might become out of him eventually - madness grows exponentially to strenght, after all.

Pretty selfless action for a person known to be a egoistic sociopath, huh?

Afterwards, as clueless and heartbroken as you were, you would stop your attempts to integrate him to the class completely. No more lectures about his behavior, no letters or invitations to join you after class anymore. You would also stop joining him during lunch break, trying to have a conversation and get to know him.

You had simply given up and accepted that this was the way he wanted to live.

At first he felt relieved to finally have some peace and quiet - yet even though he couldn't make sense out of it, Stein occasionally felt his chest narrowing whenever he saw you having fun with anyone else.

In a certain way, that was even worse than having you around - seeing easily you had forsaken him, and how his absence in your life did not make any difference to you after all.

Stein had always known that due to his twisted personality, he was not someone to even remotely be liked or wanted, but rather shunned and feared. And he was alright in this comfort-zone he had created. Telling himself to need nobody, that they were all beneath him and only his own interest would matter - until you came along, and made him used to your presence and weak to your influence.

Now he felt empty, being alone with his thoughts was agonizingly lonely - leaving him longing for something he had always known a freak like him could never have.

You surely were the worst.

This silent grudge Stein would hold until your graduation, only at the ceremony learning that you had never accepted anyone else as a partner - having become a Death Scythe completely on your own.

Impressive, he had to admit, surely worthy of earning his respect. But impossible...no. llogical, considering that perfectly kind and gentle soul of yours making you basically compatible with anyone.

The only thing almost as great as Stein's impulsive drive to tear apart simply everything that awoke his interest was his ego. He rather chose to focus on his abilities rather than what he was lacking - one of his many unhealthy coping mechanisms.

So the thought of you always only ever wanting him to be your partner would only amplify that unhealthy pride. Maybe he was that special to you, after all.

Not that it mattered. Even knowing this, Stein would be the last person to know how to properly deal with such a situation. It was just a theory of his, and he would rather drop dead than to come crawling back just for a little chance of it being true.

Well, time sure flies and since none of you ever dared to approach the other, you ended up walking separate ways...

...but not a day went by that either you or him asked yourself what would've been if only you reached out for the other.

Anyways, here you were, more than ten years later and still as incorrigible. So close, right in his living room -and yet the metaphorical wall between you as present as ever.

And if it wasn't for Master Death's order that all Death Scythes were to return to DWMA, who knows if you'd ever have met again. It was surprising, Stein's offer that you'd spend the time of your work at his laboratory. Surely cheaper than a hotel...

...and closer to the man you were supposed to observe.

You were still shocked to find out that Master Death didn't trust the most excellent student to ever graduate, who had stayed a close ally and great help at all times. And even with the Kishin's wavelenght obviously having it's effect on many, you refused to believe that Stein could fall victim to that severe madness inside of him - for years, you've personally seen his willpower to not fall astray from his path.

But orders are orders, you were in no position to deny it.

Might as well use the time to enjoy yourself.

"What's wrong?" Stein asked, and his almost worried tone cut you right out of your pondering. "You're a bit pale."

"Oh, I-I...huh?" Suddenly, it was hard to string together a sentence. As if the words in your head was all messed up, and your lips wouldn't listen to your brain's command. "Ma-aybe to-oo much wi...ne."

A mild panic rose in your chest as your vision became blurry, feeling how you failed to keep yourself upright...

...just for Stein to rush right to your side, catching you in his arms.

"Hey, there..." You could hear him clearly, yet were unable to respond. "Maybe we should get you to bed."

The tall man effortlessly scooped you up from your spot, surprisingly gentle as he held you into his arms. It was calming, somehow. How his heart was beating so calmly, and his sweater smelled like disinfectant and tobbaco.

"Stein?" He suddenly stopped in his tracks, certain that you were suspecting something. "Yes?"

"I-I...I may still have a crush on yo-ou."

There was a long pause between your confessions and his answer.

You looked up to him expectantly, forcing yourself to stay awake and waiting for him to say anything at all...

...what you saw from that currently limited eyesight of yours made your heart stop several beats.

He looked angry. Furious even - and disgusted.

Was he mad at you for saying this? But why?! Did he think you weren't serious about it? You wanted to add something, to solve this possible misunderstanding, but to no avail. Your mouth just opened and closed several times without making so much as a sound.

Stein mutely clenched his jaw so tight his teeth almost cracked, squeezing you in his arms as he thought about what he was about to do to you. Your words echoed in his head, the remains of his conscience taunting him for making such a great miscalculation...

...for what he was suppressing, despising, denying all those years might actually be love.

"Let's talk tomorrow" he hushed you, a bright, fake smile decorating his face.

God knows you'd die of embarassment by then, but before you could object, your mind and body had already entered the land of dreams - the last thing you've heared being Stein's voice. "Rest now, dear."

Dear. A single word giving you hope that your feelings might be reciprocated. That's something worth dreaming of, was your last, hopeful thought.

___

This evening went the complete opposite of planned.

But it was too late now, he decided as he carefully let you down on the mattress. He might definetly despise himself for it, but concluded it would make no difference to him. It was his second nature, anyone close to him would fall prey to it eventually.

The huge distance made forgetting so easy, but now? He could never stay away from you, now knowing what he knows.

Regret spread through his whole self like a disease: If only he had swallowed his pride earlier. If only he had been brave enough to explore and confess those feelings for you - with you.

If only ou had never met him in the first place. Anything would be a better fate than for someone to fall in love with his miserable self.

Stein couldn't have you either way. At some point, even if he'd actually be able to let you peek behind the facade, you'd flee - terrified of what you'd see beneath.

He would need to change the sheets afterwards, he pondered as he thought back to easier times with Spirit. You were just as naive as him, trusting Stein so unconditionally - but unlike his former partner you were actually smart.

It was sure you'd easily notice if he didn't perform his work to perfection, including every detail around it.

Cutting off your clothes were out of question, or it'd be suspicious. So Stein would unbotton your blouse, cautiously lifting your upper body to unstrap your bra. It was almost like you were embracing each other like that, the way your now bare breasts were pressing against his chest irritating him beyond belief. He groaned in annoyance at the distracting sensation before laying you down again, working his way to unzip your skirt...

...only to find that you chose not to wear anything beneath it to begin with.

Stein cursed internally, desperately trying to ignore the need rising between his legs, grabbing his throbbing cock through the fabric of his pants to ease the aching sensation. He tried becoming level-headed again, taking a marker out of the pocket of his lab coat and got started.

Easier said than done.

With not a single inch of your skin left covered, concentrating was a sheer impossible task - for his hands would constantly slip to linger on your skin longer than needed to mark his incisions.

Stein seemed relieved when he was finally finished with the marks, trying to be as objective as a mad scientist can be and focus on his work again. The screw in his head clicked and creaked as he turned it, but it did nothing to bring order to his troubled heart and mind.

Preparations were almost complete when he filled a syringe with the actual anaesthetic. The drug in your drink was just a weak medicine to force you asleep, but subjects would need something far stronger to endure being cut open alive, and to cut out their movement completely.

The doc's hands were trembling as he searched for a vein to inject the drug, disrupted by you stirring in your sleep. You yawned, deeply in trance and Stein couldn't help but adore your beauty even in that state.

Stein catched himself putting a few strands of hair out of your face, thumb running over your cheek and jaw just to be stuck at your lips. Your skin was incredibly soft he realized, moreso than he had ever imagined...

...and then, out of a whim he put the syringe to the side, a deep sigh escaping his lungs.

Maybe, just maybe he wouldn't need to dissect anything today. It would be a waste to scar this beautiful body.

Again, you would move ever so little in your sleep, humming contently next to a beast like him. Part of him wanted to leave, to go and tear something else apart before even the last part of his rationality would succumb to his desire...

...but when you gave in to his touch instead of flinching away, even daring to smile all innocent, he knew he was done for.

"Damn it, Y/N..." Stein whispered, his hand subconsciously wandering to your body once again.

If only you would've kept your mouth shut earlier, then he would've been able to pull through with his initial plan to get back on you for abandoning him back then. Nothing too cruel, but you may have woken up without even a trace of what he did, blissfully unaware.

...but now, knowing what he never thought possible...he just couldn't deny the feelings he inherited for you any longer.

Stein's large hands roamed the curves of your body, found their way all from the neck down your collarbones to cup both of your breasts, which betrayed you and stiffened under his touch.

Before he knew it, Stein found himself on the bed, towering over your defensless body as he hesistantly opened your legs.

"Shit...fuck..." he spoke with a low voice, the sight of your pretty cunt only animating him to go furhter. His mind was running, already having several ideas in mind for a new 'study'.

Goosebumps raised on your skin as Stein positioned himself in front of your sex, palms running down the sides of your sides stopping on your inner thighs.

You were so wet already, so ready without much of his own intervention it awakened some primal urge in the usually rational man.

One of his large fingers, then two sank into your tight wetness, welcoming him effortlessly. His breathing hitched when he heared an almost-moan escape your vocal cords, just to fall silent once again.

The man repeated the action, his fingers scissoring in your innards until they found a spot your body would react to. He felt your walls tightening around his fingers, numb body giving it your utmost to move your hips onto the pleasant sensation.

Your lips quietly parted, inhaling sharply when he pulled out of you all of a sudden, tasting your juice from his hands. Instantly, he'd grab your hips and bury his face in between your legs, tongue sliding through your dripping folds and settling to tease your erected clit. His actions earned muffled cries in return, desperately pressing his agonizingly sensitive crotch against the mattress.

More. More more more MORE!

Only now it dawned on him, the reality of how badly he needed a release - and Stein wanted only you to give it to him.

Stein needed you. To see you, feel you, have you in every way imagineable. He knew it'd never be enough - that was how much his subconsciousness was screaming at him right now.

When he'd finally pull away, seeing your lustful trembling body all at his mercy, he quickly unzipped his pants, rigorously pumping his cock as he aligned it with your entrance.

Your limp body went rigid as he slowly pushed himself inside, and a deep groan of his echoed against the walls when he felt himself stretching your insides.

This was perfect, you were perfect, and he would dwell in that sensation forever if he could...

...yet he'd need to be fast, before either the narcotic wears off or his conscience would catch up on him.

"Y/N, I- shit, this is all your fault..."

It didn't take long until Stein lost himself in this feeling, thrusts getting harder until he slammed his hips against your core, obscene noises filling the room.

The sound of his uncontrollable moans were dampened by his lips against your skin, getting wilder with every response your body gifted him. "So beautiful...damn..."

Much to his own surprise, he had never felt so in control over his own madness as right now. His hands would only slightly claw at the skin of your delicate neck, mouth raising blood and bitemarks like his initials on your skin - tender enough to have disappeared by the next morning.

"So fucking good for me" he panted, and your breath fastened to his rythm as well. Stein's eyes were closed, imagining what it would be like to have you writhe beneath him, awake and enjoying the things he did to you.

Somehow, he wished for you to be aware of what was happening - to hear those sweet affirmations he was never able to tell you before.

"I've always liked you. You happy now?" Stein gritted as he grew close, body melting against yours in exasperation. "Shit, Y/N...I'm sorry for everything...I've missed you so, so much. Every single fucking day."

As soon as those thoughts, this heavy burden he had carried all those years had finally left his lips, Stein's lips would crash over yours, tongue exploring your mouth with a frantic need...

...and his blood run cold when he felt you kiss him back.

It could happen from time to time, that a subject regains consciousness and passess out soon after again, most likely not remembering anything from that brief wake.

But the fear of being caught in the act was not what was worrying him - it was your eyes.

The way you were looking at him through half-opened lids, carrying so much genuine affection he felt his heart would burst out of guilt.

Obviously you were still far away from reality, yet even though you seemed a little confused you were so content and trusting that it made something settle deep inside of him.

"Ste-in...mhh..." you whispered quite hoarse, mustering up all of your strenght. It wasn't enough to speak again, however your lips managed to form silent words.

"D-o-n-'t s-t-o-p."

Stein almost howled at the realization, whatever he was feeling right now making him feel like he couldn't breathe. He balled his fists in the sheets, continuing at a slower, more passionate pace.

You shaked and quivered beneath him, mutely begging as Stein fucked you through your high. It was a sight to behold, your perfect breasts moving together with him, the way your mouth formed a little 'o' while making all those lewd noises. Your scent was everywhere, pheromones luring him to continue until he might as well lose his mind.

He would need to pull out soon, that much he owed you, or- no.

An irrational idea popped up in his mind that was otherwise wiped cleaned by pure lust: Yes...he wanted to see your belly grow round, for you to have his baby so badly. It would be a great experiment to watch you carry his child.

All for science, of course...right?

Stein held you close, so close as if he wanted your souls to touch each other. He seemed everywhere at once, smothering you in kisses until he felt how your walls narrowed around his swollen cock. He grabbed your ass, ramming himself deeply inside one last time and spilling as deep as he could.

Stein called, screamed your name like a sacred prayer as he came, not caring if you'd remember - wanting to, actually.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, hands intertwining before ultimatively collapsing above you with his head buried in your neck, right at your pulse point. He had no intention to pull out just yet - wouldn't want to let his seed go to waste.

There wasn't much time left until the narcotic would stop working, Stein sadly noticed after cleaning you up, nuzzling against the small of your back and leaving a trace of kisses there as he enjoyed that last bit of proximity he might ever have with you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" he whispered remorsefully, voice cracking. "But I think I'm in love with you..."

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It was already way past noon when you finally rose from the dead, feeling as if you haven't slept at all even though it was more than twelve hours already.

Looking to your left, you saw a bunch of pills and a glass of water on the nightstand, together with a note: "Take 2. Don't want you to vomit all over the place. ~Stein."

There was a huge blank spot where the hours of last evening should be - and when you remembered your earlier confession, you already felt shame rising at the pitch of your stomach just thinking about what else you might've told him.

Stein on the other hand had watched over you the whole night, unable to find any rest himself. He'd try to impring every little detail of your face into his photographic memory, in case it would be the last time he'd be able to see you.

As soon as you woke up however, he stormed out of the room and buried himself in his work - in a desperate attempt of distraction.

After all, he couldn't possibly know what exactly you'd remember once you'd wake up, if anything...

...but the possibility of having lost you forever after getting a second chance - and being the only one to blame for that - sure was terrifying.

"Good morning, sunshine" you cheered sarcastically, friendly mocking the man that looked just as awful as you did.

Stein immediately stiffened at first, but was quick to regain his composure at your welcoming voice. "Morning you too, sleepyhead."

The animal Stein was currently dissecting on the kitchen table did nothing to soothe your sore stomach, only amplifying the sudden nausea overcoming you.

"I might've overdone it yesterday..." you hiccuped, rubbing your stomach with one hand while the other covered your mouth. "Sorry for causing you trouble."

"Oh, not worth mentioning." Stein wouldn't look up from his little experiment, dismissingly waving his hand. "There's leftover food in the fridge, if you're hungry."

"No, thanks, I'll pass" you groaned, trying to gloss over the fact that you were still feeling like shit. "Need any help with that?"

Stein furrowed his brows, questioning your sincerity. "Really?"

"Yeah. Well, I might not be very useful at first, but maybe if you teach me-" A loud bang interrupted your suggestion, hand having slipped off the table you had been resting your weight on.

Luckily Stein - as always - instantly came to your aid, supporting your body whose legs had weirdly given up all of a sudden. They had been wobbly ever since you took your first step out of the bed, and you felt familiary sore somehow.

"Are you really alright?" He sounded serious now, almost scolding. Probably both because you were overdoing yourself so early, and also because he was the one responsible for your state. "Be honest with me, Y/N. I don't want you to faint again."

"Y-Yes.." you stammered, feeling jittery beyond belief. Even after all those years, Stein could still make you flustered just like that, and you were tired of hiding it. You wondered if he knew of that fact, since nothing ever goes past him.

It felt like electricity shot through your body as soon as you touched, brief memories flashing in front of your inner eye faster than you could perceive. "Just had the weirdest dream last night."

"About what?" Sometimes it was almost creepy how quick his mood could change, and now was exactly a time like this. At that angle the glasses hid his eyes, and the rest of his expression was unreadable.

"Mhh...you know what?" you snickered shyly, a shiver running down his spine when you reassuringly touched Stein's shoulder. "Actually, it's not that weird. I dream like that pretty frequently. Just felt awfully real this time."

"Oh?" Stein's blank stare instantly turned into a cheeky grin at your words. "Sounds interesting. People tend to say reoccuring dreams have deeper meaning. Like something you wish to happen, for example."

"You wish I would tell you, huh?" You confidently poked his chest, raising a brow at him. "By the way: I was butt naked when I woke up. That couldn't have been you, right? Little pervert."

"Well, you vomited all over your clothes." Stein had prepared an excuse for every possibility, so lying came as easy to him as breathing right now. "They are in the washing machine."

"Yeah, I figured out that much." Having changed your mind about eating, grabbed an apple from the counter, only able to take one bite without feeling sick. "Just wanted to mess with you a little. Thanks for taking care of me. Seriously."

Stein sure was confused whether you were actually clueless or were trying to get him to confess - yet when he took a look at your soul, it showed no sign of ill intend. "As I said, no big deal."

You weren't accusing at all, even waking up from a comatose sleep without any clothes - in the house of a man who was known to cut up people in their sleep just for the sheer fun of it!

It's not like you haven't thought of the possibility, to be honest. But then again, you weren't cut up. There were no wounds on your body whatsoever - asides from a bruise or two you were sure the blockhead caused, because he bumped your body against the door- and bedframe while carrying you.

"Umm...Stein..." The man seemed busy with his own thoughts, but you tugged on his lab coat, making the way taller man look down to your height. "About what I said yesterday-"

"Maybe we should postpone that conversation for when you feel better again, okay?" You sank your head in defeat, both in worry and disappointment. It was obvious he meant bad news, avoiding the topic like that.

And there you were, thinking something had changed between the two of you...how stupid.

"Now don't look at me like that." Your eyes widened, heart beginning to race when you suddenly felt Stein's palm on your head, gently patting your hair. "Do you really think that bad of your new partner?"

Partner?!

"Say, Stein..." You wriggled out of his hold, unable to meet his eyes as you nervously paced on spot. "You would never hurt me, right?"

"Wow, where's that coming from?" The man rubbed the back of his head, looking understandably confused at your question. "Your dream, is that it?"

"N-No!" you exclaimed in panic, trying to explain yourself. "The dream was...pleasant, but- That's not it. It's just so sudden, and-"

He looked at you expecting and impatient, yet also presenting you a genuine vulnerability he had never showed anyone - so you hesistantly continued. "You didn't want me back then, and...it hurt."

You grabbed the fabric of your shirt, heart still aching at the remembrance. "I just don't want to feel that way again, so if you're unsure, then-"

Before you could even finish that sentence, Stein would already take your hands and gently pull you in for a soft embrace. "I'm not good at being...well, good, but I can become better. And I apologize for hurting you back then. It will never happen again."

His arms wrapped around you, and with your head against his chest you could clearly hear his racing heartbeat. "I promise you: I was never so sure about anything in my life."

This time, you wholeheartedly believed he was speaking from the heart - and you could get used to it.

"Trust me, Y/N - you're evidentially the only person I could never harm."

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Chemistry Ch. 1 - Franken Stein / Reader

Summary: Your first days as a new teacher in Death Academy doesn't exactly go as planned. Warnings: Injury, Blood

[Masterlist]

"Is that the true reason you called me back here?"

Since Master Death had informed you that all Death Scythes were to immediately return to Death Academy, it hasn't even been a full week - and yet, for him to drop a bomb like this before you even had a chance to settle in your new role as teacher...

"No no, my dear! You got it all wrong!" Death answered, frantically waving his hands. "...well, that was not the only reason, at least."

You clenched your fists at this sentence, feeling used and deceived to have been summoned here to serve a completely different purpose.

Becoming the weapon of the infamous Franken Stein? What a farce.

"Correct me if I'm wrong" you spoke with the utmost respect, giving it your best to not let your true sentiment shimmer through, "but isn't the professor perfectly capable of fighting on his own?"

While you've never personally met Dr. Stein, his reputation certainly preceded him...

...and the rumors you heard were more than enough for you to never involve yourself with this person any further.

"As always, you're right!" He snapped with his fingers and you instantly crossed your arms in defense.

"However, there have been a lot of concerning incidents lately - like the appearance of the Demon Sword, for example." Sometimes, Death's constant unnaturally cheerful tone creeped you out - especially when he was talking about a serious matter.

"This is the reason I decided for some precautions, and in case of a Kishin incident Stein needs to be at his peek."

You faced the ground, lip trembling as you desperately tried to ignore Spirit's pitying glare on you.

Ultimatively, your objections were meaningless compared with Death's wits and foresight...

...so you bowed down in acceptance of your fate.

"If you think this is necessary, I comply. I'd never refuse an order from you, Master Death."

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"As you already know, Stein the most capable meister to ever graduate this academy" you repeated Death's lecture to calm down your nerves. "So though I'd personally prefer it, you don't necessarily need to share a bond with him in order to work together."

Nonetheless, you should at least introduce yourself if not getting to know him. It's the least you can do, right?

What kept you from doing so however was the image you had already painted of him in your head.

After all, even though he is basically able to wield any weapon instantly, Stein has been without partner for many years now - and for a reason at that.

As irritating as that douchebag Spirit could be, he had no reason to lie about his past with your soon-to-be partner...

...and the stores he had to offer sure were hard to stomach. Same goes for all the other teachers you desperately asked for advice.

They all had a very solidified opinion about the professor: Basically, while they acknowledged his incredible talent, they simultaneously feared his huge potential for evil.

"That man has no love in him" Naigus words had become a mental echo those past days, just as she hoped when she had hammered that warning into your head. "Be careful - one day he'll definetly succumb to madness."

What exactly was Death expecting of you? Observe him and interfere if necessary? But then he wouldn't have given you the option to ignore Stein for as long as you didn't have to fight.

There had to be a superior motive to this insane forced partnership! And from the way it sounds, becoming the moral support of a narcissistic maniac didn't really sound like a job you'd willingly take.

Not that you had a say in that matter, or any other option at all. Overthinking it would only torture yourself...

...it was better to just wait and see.

"Good morning" you cheered as you entered the medical ward, reminding yourself that there's other things to take care of which need your attention. "Sorry to interrupt, but...shit."

That last word accidentally slipped out loud when you saw not Dr. Medusa, but Stein of all people occupying the computer of the examination room.

"Mhh? Oh." Judging from the tone of his voice, the man was just as pleased to meet as you were - though you weren't sure if it was because of you or just his renowned misanthropy in general.

Maybe it was just your own nerves, but the air suddenly felt too thick to breathe properly. You clearly felt his eyes scanning you behind those glasses that would censor his intensions.

After a while of strained silence, the doc seemed to have enough of you disrupting his work. "Come on in, I won't bite."

It was embarassing, pityful, stupid that you still won't move - and yet your body just didn't listen to your command, being frozen still in the doorframe.

You had no clue whether it was repulsion or sheer fear, but whatever it was you needed to pull it together.

There was no reason to become so flustered by a man you knew from probably way too exaggerated tales only - you were a Death Scythe, damnnit!

A kick of his against the table brought you down to earth again, making you flinch. The momentum it created was enough for his rolling chair to move in your direction, to closer examine the wound on your wrist that had already bled through it's makeshift bandage.

"That's not good" he stated matter-of-factly, a neutral expression decorating his face. "Want me to take a look?"

"...why not" you spoke between gritted teeth, trying to avoid his gaze. "Only if I'm not bothering you, that is."

"Don't worry, that's also part of my job here" Stein shrugged if off, taking one last pull on his cigarette before throwing it away as you hesistantly took place on one of the cots.

"Actually, I've wondered when you'd finally come here." That statement shouldn't let your blood run cold, yet it did. "Didn't think you'd go this far just to have an excuse to meet me, though. A simple 'hello' would've sufficed."

"Not funny" you cut him off harshly, but at the same time couldn't help but laugh as Stein fell over with his stool, facepalming the floor. He didn't seem like the clumsy type at all, so maybe he did it on purpose to help you relax?

Anyway, you concluded this man didn't mean any harm - at least not currently. And in case he tried something funny, you were still in the academy, basically surrounded by three-star-meisters that could come to your aid at any time.

"Looks nasty" he said quite unempathetic, roughly moving your injured arm to proper assess the damage. "But I've seen worse. Can you move your fingers for me?"

"As I expected" the doctor explained as he saw you fail to close your fist, watching in sadistic awe at the way your wound was twitching painfully. "One of the main tendons of your carpus is severed, along with some muscles and blood vessles."

No matter what medical terms he was throwing at you all professional, the fact that he was not even trying to hide his obvious joy for the injury of others like that was certainly unsettling...

...however, if he excels at his craft like everyone says, you'd try and stay calm.

"Nothing I can't fix. There won't be any long-term damage."

"That's good, I guess?" you chuckled awkwardly, still feeling a little unsafe as Stein slipped into sterile gloves and poured disinfectant on the cut.

"So, how did it happen?" That question sure caught you off guard, for it did not fit his profile at all. Someone this self-centered couldn't possibly care about such inferior details, but whatever...anything to distract yourself from the pain. "Stupid accident. One of my students doesn't know how to control their strenght yet. I hope they don't blame themselves..."

"Huh, is that so?" His tone was eccentric and laced with amusement, a predatory glint sparkling in his otherwise cold, dampened green eyes. "If you like to volunteer as a test subject for others, I should invite you over to my laboratory some time."

"I have no clue if that counts as harassment or threat, or both" you spat angrily, that throbbing pain in your wrist being the only thing keeping you from slapping that douche right now. "But you should read the fucking room. Right now, I am your patient. So act accordingly."

"Yeah, yeah" he dismissed your scold with that shiteating grin, happy to already know what buttons to press with you. "But outside this room you're my new partner, am I wrong? Can't be all that bad to get a little familiar with each other."

Sadly, you had no sassy remark to return to this. It was inevitable that you'd have to get along with each other eventually, so you should use this opportunity to your advantage.

While the disinfectant would do it's deed and eventually dry off, Stein used those few seconds to assess the soul of the person in front of him.

Not that he ever gave a crap about soulmates - and honestly, he doubted to have one himself. A person meant to be with him either has to be just as deranged as he was, or they'd deserve all of his pity...

...what was more interesting though were the standarts Death had used to pick out a weapon for Stein, and why he chose you of all people as a fitting candidate to bear with him.

Ah, he sees.

A kind and amicable soul like yours was the most resistant to corruption, opposite to his own. He had felt that calming aura of yours as soon as you first stepped foot into the room, how your soulwaves silenced the madness lingering inside of him.

Good choice one could very well live with. If it came to him, he'd also choose you as an ideal partner.

What involuntarily caught his attention however were the messy-written letters 'F.S.' - almost as if carved into your soul. They were glowing in a menacing crimson red, standing out from your otherwise bright soul. A reliable soul type, linked to a person with raw power, passion and great urge for self-expression...

...yet also defiance, danger and pain.

"Hey!" Noticing his stare, you hugged yourself even if your arms in front of your chest did nothing to hide what's behind. "Stop staring into my soul! That's impolite!"

"Sorry" he halfheartedly apologized, offering you a glass of water and a painkiller to go with it. "It's not poisoned" he added, almost as if insulted by your wary expression.

"The painkiller won't suffice, though. I probably have to anesthesize you, otherwise stitching it would hurt too much-"

"Nope! You just wanna dissect me, don't you?!" you blurted out without thinking first, and immediately felt guilt wash over you when you saw Stein's puzzled expression.

There was no use in asking questions he already knew the answer for. Spirit probably told you what things he was capable of doing if you're defensless in his presence, so it was no wonder you wouldn't trust him.

"Honestly, I didn't plan to ruin that perfect skin of yours today, or any day, but whatever." Ouch, now you felt like an asshole for accusing him just like that. You've met your partner for the first time today, and were already fucking up that badly... "That sounded nasty, you pervert. I-I mean, can't you just numb out my arm or something?"

"It was meant as a compliment, but that's none of my fortes." It wasn't as if he particulary enjoyed the suffering of others - this was just something that went together with the satisfaction of stilling his bizarre interests. "Do you think you can endure the sight? Then hold still."

"Wai-" Before you could even object, you felt Stein's palm on your arm, gentle sparks of electricity spreading through your nerves.

You felt him with every fibre of your being as his soulwaves wandered within your body: They were oddly stoic and unwavering, nothing like you imagined an unstable sociopath's core to be like.

But maybe that's what one's soul is like if they're devoid of any emotion...

...and still, it made you feel content in a weird, inexplicable way.

"Wha-what was that for?"

"Just see" he mumbled and just like that, all of the severed ends of your wrist were connected through glowing threads. "Like this, everything that belongs together stays close while I stitch them with actual sutures. It's easier this way."

"You can make this out of your soul wavelenghts?!" A sole nod was his answer, deeply concentrated as he began to work. "That's just- wow."

"Seriously?" the doc quirked his brow as the greatest vessle had been conjoined again, effectively stopping the bleeding. "Yeah, it's amazing! How does that even work?"

"You actually want me to explain it to you?" Stein sounded unbelieving, doubting whether you were mocking him. "That's not what I usually hear."

"What else do people tell you, then?"

"Shut up."

Now it was your turn to break out into mischievous laughter, even while trying to not move around too much. "That's hilarious, even better medicine than the pills!"

You wiped a tear of joy out of your face, along with several others you had shed due to the pain. "Well, you're kind of an asshole. So no wonder they don't want to give you the satisfaction."

"I have every right to boast, don't you think? After all, I'm a doctor, just-"

"Unlicensed?"

"Better" he harshly corrected yourself, and you could've sworn to hear slight annoyance in his tone.

Seems like he's not the only one able to annoy the hell out of the other...

"By the way" Stein wouldn't look up from the wound, rather tinkering on getting a perfect end result. "What do you really think about being my partner? We're alone in here, so we can talk freely."

"I- uh..." he sure was good at randomly catching you by surprise, that much was sure. "If Death thinks it's needed, then I have nothing to say."

"Really? How boring."

Albeit it may be the truth in some way, this comment hurt your pride nonetheless. "Oh, and what about you? Sitting here in the academy, helping out whenever someone calls you."

"I'm a pretty opportunistic person" he retorted absentmindedly, a truly indifferent tone in his voice. "And being here is entertaining."

That didn't really answer your question, but you had a feeling that prying would be fruitless as well...

"Trying to see my soul, huh?" You were peering quite obvious, squinted eyes widening at being caught. "Wait, I need to step aside a little...you're standing inside of it."

Oh, you just knew he enjoyed himself way too much right now...

...and still, you couldn't keep your mouth from staying agape, shocked by such an intensely powerful human soul.

That man sure was a monster - in more way than one.

The letters imprinted on his soul reminded you of your own handwriting, even being the same as your first- and lastname. Not that it'd matter, though - seriously, how many people in the world had the same initials as you?

Each letter shimmered in a pretty lime green - a healer's soul, known to be calming to other agitated souls. People with that kind of souls were known for their selfless characters, mainly being associated with love, balance and growth.

How unfitting for someone like him, you thought...

...but on the other hand, not all that absurd to have a Soulmate that's the complete opposite of him, able to put his mind at ease.

"Di-idn't we just talk about how no one wants to see you bragging?" you stuttered, trying to keep it together at such an intimidating wavelenght. "Please, continue. I wanna go home already."

"Only if I'm allowed to join you." The tall man winked as he bowed down in front of you again, eagerly giving the wound dressing it's final touch. "For training purposes, of course."

"The only reason I leave that uncommented is that I owe you one, do you hear me?"

"If you want to file for sexual harassment, promise to go after Spirit first."

Just a few minutes and several sassy verbal exchanges later, Stein was done. He clicked his tongue, a bloodied hand turning the massive screw that was quite literally loose in his head. Not very hygienic - but hey, you're even less of a doctor than he was, so who were you to judge?

"Here, good as new."

You took a quick look at his handiwork, pleased that you were able to move all of your fingers smoothly again, without even so much as a dull pain remaining. "If you let it heal well, it won't even leave a scar. Come every second day for a new bandage."

"Thank you so much, Stein!" you exclaimed happily, taking both of his hands out of a whim. "And- I think I need to apologize."

"What for?" Hell, that man either really doesn't care or is to dull for his own good. You rubbed the back of your neck, shyly admitting "I had a lot of prejudices which clouded my judgement. That wasn't fair towards you."

"You'll never know, maybe I'm just being nice to lure you in." Although his words could still made you shudder, after today he didn't seem all that menacing to you anymore.

"Sure thing, tough guy." Feeling bold, you poked his shoulder, just to gently stroke his forearm as you went past him. "Next time, we'll meet at better preconditions, and then you teach me the technique with the soul strings. Deal?"

"Alright. If you insist, how could I possibly decline my new partner's wish?"

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