Soul y Maka tienen una misión que les obliga a fingir ser una pareja para obtener información sobre las hermanas Gorgon. Todo sería más sencillo si Soul no tuviera un flechazo en Maka. Smut.

"Marie saw the jar, with a happy, stitched up, yellow ribbon wrapped around it and an only slightly bloodstained card propped up beside. From his spot on the floor, Stein's lips cracked open enough to wheeze out 'I…I give you…my heart,' before he flopped. And her eyelid twitched."

Marie doesn't smoke. Stein can help with that.

Marie has some questionable taste in reading material.

They find each other, in this life and the next, like the lightning finds the iron bolt.

The four times someone's told Franken Stein they loved him and the one time he believed them.

Ten drabbles. Including but not limited to Marie being a BAMF, Stein being a tease, a drink between the two of them, and one impromptu game of twister.

Stein is a trumpet playing, AP class taking, chess team captain and Marie is a bubbly, blonde cheerleader. The only problem with this cliché high school scenario? The nerd is supposed to leave letters in her locker, not the other way around.

She didn't even know how to sew. Putting things together wasn't her forte. And she had obviously failed at keeping them together in the first place. So it was fitting that it was up to him to follow the breadcrumbs she left. She could lead him to the river but it was up to him to drink from it.

Stein is an exasperated driver. Marie has road envy. And Spirit feels a little cramped in the car with his two best friends since their sexual tension takes up most of the space.

Being short, pregnant, and in a relationship with your freakishly tall, giraffe of a boyfriend didn't add up to the most comfortable of footwear options.

How To Start Drunk and End Engaged: a successful demonstration featuring Ms. Marie Mjolnir and Doctor Franken Stein.

Marie works at a flower shop. Stein is allergic to flowers. And Spirit can't get his own damn bouquets for the dates he miraculously lands on Tinder. AKA: A story in which Spirit uses his best friend as a delivery boy and the delivery boy gets lucky with the flower girl.

"Currently, you are pleasing to the olfactory receptors." She blinked. "Thank you," she said, smiling. A collection of semi-related semi-drabbles centered around fruit, juice, and Stein thinking Marie is the bee's-knees.

Las noches de tormenta provocan a Soul insomnio, quien sube al faro a pasar la noche con su guitarra. AU.

Dazed and bewildered, Stein finds himself where he least expected to be: the aftermath. [Post-manga oneshot, spoilers for the whole thing. Mostly Stein-centric, some Stein/Marie.]

Stein is slow to notice that Marie stormed off while Risa was flirting with him in the Death Room, and he struggles to figure out exactly why she's jealous. SteinxMarie, established relationship.

He just can't find the right words. A series of prompts for my OTP, most will be AUs and all will be SteinxMarie.

Stein isn't like Marie's ever been with before. If only she could convince him that that's something she values. ... MariexStein, takes place while they're on the run.

When the DWMA opens its doors to weapons and meisters from all over the world to see how things operate, one over-confident and probing meister gets more than he bargains for when he questions Stein's choice of weapon.

AU. He doesn't care for emotions – so why is the fact that Marie and Joe are together bothering him so much? Marie/Joe, mild Stein/Marie. T for language.

One would think that, just having graduated from medical school as a fully fledged doctor, Franken Stein would know better than to challenge Marie Mjolnir to a drinking contest. Stein/Marie, Spirit/Kami.