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chichirichick · 1 year

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Love Language

My second submission for @soulxmakaweek

Summary: While he may not exactly be fluent, Soul knows enough about love languages for Maka.

Read it on AO3 or below the cut:

I pinched at Maka’s neck, fingers kneading down the collection of muscle towards her shoulder. A mewling little hum of what I could only guess was approval—satisfaction?—popped from her mouth and threatened to derail any and all of my concentration. Honestly, touching her usually led to some disruption of my sanity these days. While a massage should be old news—as a weapon, my meister’s physical wellness is part of my job—something was changing. We were changing. And I definitely think– nah, I know it was my fault.

Liz had brought it up– you know, during regular girl talk that somehow still happened in my presence. (I can’t decide if it’s because I’m just some extension of Maka or I don’t give off that macho vibe that usually deflates these kinds of discussions.) The gaggle of girls was sitting in our usual meeting tree with me slouching into the bark.

“...and Black Star is definitely words of affirmation,” Liz continued to prattle on. I guess I only zoned in because of her laugh. “Can you imagine him being with someone who couldn’t praise him? I think he’d shrivel and die.”

“Be fair,” Tsu replied– which we all knew she shouldn’t have.

Don’t stand up for the guy, Tsu, unless you’re ready–

“Yes, Tsu, we all know you’re in love with him,” Liz sang back and the group flared into laughter and pink cheeks.

I should be exasperated, but hell, you try saving the world and almost dying every other week. They deserved their fun– no matter how lame and filled with Cosmo-rip-off-mumbo-jumbo. I resigned myself to nodding off instead.

Next it was Patty twittering: “And Maka!”

Okay, I’m not too proud to admit sleeping got shelved in an instant.

“Maka has to be acts of service.”

“Well…” Maka neither confirming nor denying anything usually led to a bunch of buzzing, and, well, this was no different.

I couldn’t help but catch some of the glances my way since the usual line of teasing was being whipped by my meister. To be honest, I didn’t have a lot of evidence to save me from that verdict either. She liked my cooking, so I did it. We were roommates, so it was only fair to do my share of the cleaning. And with her co-teaching that meistering class, sometimes she needed errands done, and I–

Okay, I’m whipped.

At the same time, I couldn’t exactly say I agreed. Sure, I knew Maka appreciated all of those things, but– I bit my tongue. We were still just meister and weapon, even with my stupid day-in-day-out pining. I could pretend all I wanted that I knew Maka, but in that context? No. Romance was still something that haunted my dreams.

“What about Soul?” Tsu—as gentle, smart, and mature as she could be—was also fucking ruthless.

I startled, hands out instantly to negate the redirect. “Not fluent in love language, thanks.”

“But I’m sure we could figure it out,” Liz chimed. “I mean, Maka knows you best, doesn’t she? So…” The elongated ‘o’ was the most unfair set up, leaving Maka and I to stare at each other. There was still some leftover color on her cheeks, brightening her eyes and making my heart do the jitterbug.

“I guess,” Maka started and my breath stopped, “I would say quality time.”

If I had to buy into this bullshit for a second, I would say she was right, but– “Again, you’re speakin’ another language.”

“But I’m right,” she pressed, and boy, was I fucking in trouble.

You try telling Maka Albarn she’s wrong. Go ahead. Sign your last will and testament and then give it a shot. Just make sure all your affairs are in order. “Yeah, well,” I replied with as much aloofness as I could manage.

She eyed me. “And you think Liz is right about mine? Acts of service? ”

My internal sigh—which I’d perfected just a few months into our partnership—rattled in my brain. Well, I guess I’ve lived a good life. “Sorta.”

“Sort of?”

I shrugged because the answer was a solid no, but I was pretty sure this part of Maka was a secret. Sorta my secret, and I wanted to keep it that way. I wiggled my way out of the conversation with all limbs (barely) intact because I wanted to actually test my hypothesis: Maka Albarn was all about physical touch.

I was deep into her shoulder at this point, unknotting, rotating, starting to work into her bicep. By the time I got to her hand, flexing fingers and massaging into her palm, I was sitting next to her on the couch.

“You’ve–” She caught herself, but I didn’t stop my motions. Give her starts and stops too much attention and they’re bound to stay stops, but give her room and… “Are you okay?”

“Me?” I replied with a shrug and a mostly convincing “Nothin’ new.”

“But you…” She grasped my hand, holding tightly to stop me and bring my gaze away from my work. “Something’s different.”

“Okay…”

Maka let out a frustrated huff. “Soul!”

“I said okay– yeah, it is,” I added. I tried to concentrate on the tension in her fingers. She was holding on for dear life, and so was I. “Maka, you–”

She didn’t have an ounce of patience for it, jumping on me as soon as the puff of air left my mouth. “I what?” It was less of a demand—I was so used to the annoyed accusatory tone with that phrase—and more of a plea.

This was my chance. Hell, maybe even my only chance, but I had a boulder on my fucking tongue.

“You’ve been–” Frustration rumbled in her throat for a second before she met me head on, green eyes blaring. “You’ve been touchy. You usually– it’s a fight sometimes, Soul, but lately you’ve just been giving in or– or doing it for me. I’m just worried that you’re hurting and this is–”

“No,” I muttered as I shook away the excuse and the clutter on my tongue. “It ain’t about me.”

“Then?” she prodded.

I swallowed every last wriggling spike of anxiety in my gut and spewed: “It’s what you like– what you want.”

Pink—three shades deeper than any of the colors beneath the tree that day—flushed over her cheekbones.

Oh, damnit, I liked it. I fucking–ah, just the way her lip quivered into a pout after, too! This was the most uncool I’d ever been, but I couldn’t stop, and, hell, I knew I shouldn’t. “All the girls talkin’ about that language bullshit–”

“Love language,” she corrected quickly, even through her blushing haze.

“Love language,” I folded, but not without a hint of sarcasm. “But yours is touch. You like when people touch you, and I sorta, well, I thought I could prove it.”

She paused, eyebrow furrowing slightly before she continued: “You were just guessing?”

I heard the trouble coming a mile away, and yeah, I should have planned for an accusation like that, but– this was getting away from me, and fast. In battle, I knew I always had to have a million and ten escape plans because the minute Maka backed us into a corner it was me who’d have to yank us out, but what happened when I walked us right into a trap? I gaped, watching as grey started to steal away all the color from her face. “Maka–”

“What, now that your hypothesis is correct you’re just going to–?” She didn’t let herself finish the question as she attempted to yank her hands away. “You know, I don’t know why– I never should have thought–!”

I tumbled after her. She may have gotten her hands out of mine, but I couldn’t let her get to her feet. I did what I’d always done for her– leapt right into trouble. Though, this may have been more than I bargained for. I didn’t get a handle on her, exactly, but the couch– except for the fact that meant I’d sandwiched her between me and it. I had her pinned against the cushions. I was teetering over her, attempting not to crush her while still sticking to my point. “And I was provin’ yours.”

Maka blinked up at me, dumbfounded.

“Quality time,” I reminded her, but it didn’t matter. She was totally dazed. “‘Cause every time it’s like this– every time I know you want me touchin’ you– I feel like I’m the only person you see, and I can’t– I need that.”

She took fistfuls of my t-shirt and pulled me down. We fit– sprawled but still comfortably stacked puzzle pieces. That didn’t mean I could breath or even bat an eye as my face pressed into the crux of her neck. Heat—electrifying and terrifying all in one—fluttered against my shoulder with her words: “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Shouldn’t that be obvious?

I guess that shook down to my core, trembling across our tangled souls since she almost immediately sighed. “I was always so worried,” she murmured, lips dancing so close to my skin that I could barely offer the brain cells to follow what she was saying. “I was always so worried that you didn’t know.”

Honestly, I didn’t know jack shit except for her breath searing through my t-shirt and her heartbeat thumping in time with mine. “Wh-what?”

The annoyance that I knew so well bled into this breath, her know-it-all tone lacing the obvious: “You, Soul. It’s physical touch with you. Not with anyone else. So you are the only person I see, the only person I–” She hummed out a nervous note, and I couldn’t tell if it was her wriggling or her soul. Either way, I knew I had to pull away, to give her a little space to–

As soon as I raised my head, I saw it. Maybe I thought before that I was enjoyed her smiles, or sorta lived for those moments that she was possibly blushing in my direction, but this– fucking Death, this–

Her eyes had never been so clear, and I was close enough to see myself in them, maybe even through them. That honest stare—the one that was seeing me and had seen me for our whole partnership—was unraveling any of the worry that was still tying my tongue. I gave her the best smirk I could manage and murmured: “Does that still count as me being right?”

She couldn’t fight the laugh, but it only fluttered for a second before she produced a pout. “We’re both right.”

“Not fair.” But the complaint had no oomph. I was too busy negotiating enough so I could dare to let my fingers touch her cheek, sliding back to tuck that fine tendril of hair that dared to be unruly. “I– does that mean I don’t have to stop?”

She barely shook her head, instead concentrating on leaning into my touch. The way her cheek fit against my palm burned into my memory even though I wasn’t sure I was going to have to save it. I had my permission– I had what I wanted from the beginning–

I had Maka.

#soul eater #maka albarn #soul eater evans #somaweek2023 #soulxmakaweek #soulxmaka #love language

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silluuuu · 1 year

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One for the Road

hello, it's me, popping in on Mom's Spaghetti (the most holy of @soulxmakaweek days) to throw you the beginnings of a story that was originally intended for Yearn, haha xD better late than never! this is something out of my comfort zone but that i'm really loving. a summary below:

One for the Road Rating: M (for future content) Summary: Soul and Maka arrive at their college reunion after five years of radio silence, with still-aching wounds and a once-unbreakable friendship in tatters. After Soul's motorcycle breaks down in the parking lot, he and Maka embark on a cross-country road trip from Nevada to the east coast. With only time and each other for company, they have memories to relive, old misunderstandings to unearth, and simmering feelings that they're both still trying to smother. A story about first love, second chances, and figuring out who you want to be, no matter how long it takes. check it out on ao3 :)

much love to @chichirichick & @toweroftunes for the endless support and for letting me scream about this ;-;

the blorbos are sad, pathetic, and sopping wet in this, friends. hope you enjoy 😅

#soulxmakaweek #soulxmakaweek2023 #soulxmaka #my writing #soul eater fanfiction

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justanotherfanwriter · 1 year

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Prompt: day 2, love language @soulxmakaweek

Summary: Maka makes Soul take a personality test! Plotless. Pointless. We’re here for the vibes. (yeah im a few days behind lol sorry)

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“—oul?”

“Soul!”

Soul jumped straight out of a dead sleep with a gasp.

“Soul,” There was a whisper from his bedroom door, “Soul, are you awake?”

“Am I—oh my god,” He groaned before propping himself up on an elbow. “What?” He hissed to the figure across the room.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Mad at—” His eyebrows furrowed, and he squinted at his alarm clock, “—Maka, it’s fucking two in the morning.”

“Yeah, but, like, are you mad at me?” She continued to whisper.

“Blair wants to know too.”

“The cat knows why I’m mad at her,” Soul huffed, ignoring the little bundle of fur that plopped up onto his bed, “but what are you talking about? Mad? I mean, you did wake me up, but...”

Unlike Blair, Maka remained at his door. After years of knowing each other, their respective rooms were still unofficially off-limits to the other without permission. It wasn’t an enforced rule but a habit. Soul couldn’t even say he would care if Maka wandered in without permission.

“It’s just, like,” She shuffled from foot to foot, the sparse hallway light haloing around her, “you didn’t take the personality quiz I sent you.”

The air went still around them, and as he stared at the dark figure standing at his door, Blair began to biscuit his stomach. Her claws snapped him out of his confusion, allowing an incredulous look to fall across his face that he very much hoped she could see.

“You woke me up in the dead of the night…for a personality quiz.”

Maybe she heard how crazy she was being because she scoffed in turn, pouting as she said, “You said you were going to take it! Remember? At lunch!”

“Oh, right!” He mocked, “When I was trying to, what was it again, eat, and you wouldn’t let me?”

“You were being rude!”

“How!”

“You weren’t participating in the conversation!”

“I was eating!”

“It doesn’t matter anymore!” She snapped, “Just take the quiz!”

Soul was now fully awake and sitting up as much as he could without disturbing Blair, who he swore always slept best when they were arguing. Lucky cat.

“What.” He clapped between words, “Quiz. Maka.”

“The. One. I. Sent. You.” She clapped back like he was an equal, if not a greater idiot than she was.

“You don’t know how little that narrows it down! You—you—” He stuttered, too worked up to get the words out, “—send me a new fucking quiz every day. You literally make my personality homework!”

“Oh!” The haloed outline of Maka stood a little straighter, now offended, “Oh! I’m sorry I take a vested interest in the compatibility of our soul bond! I didn’t know you considered that homework.”

“Don’t give me that,” He waved her off, shaking his head, “How many fucking quizzes do you need me to take until you learn I’m just an asshole! In fact,” He let out an exasperated laugh, “you don’t even need a quiz for that! Cause guess what, Maka, I’ll just tell you—” He held his hands out wide, “—my name’s Soul Evans, and my personality is I’m an asshole! Can I please go back to bed now?”

She waited a beat, crossing her arms over her chest, before responding in her bitchiest “Ox-Ford-Just-Um-Actually’ed-Me-And-I’m-Making-That-Everyone’s-Problem” tone of voice, “Well, Soul, I respectfully disagree with that statement.”

“Just kill me,” He groaned, flopping back down into his pillows.

“Mrmph,” Blair chirped, peeking one eye open as he disturbed her.

He glared back, “Get over it.”

“Argh!” Maka stomped her foot, “Soul Evans! Get your phone and take this quiz right now!”

“No!”

“Everyone else did it! Even Black*Star!”

“Oh wooow,” He drawled out, “breaking out the peer pressure and using our, like, messiest friend to do it. Amazing.”

“We all know Kid’s the messiest.” She quipped back without missing a beat, and he could practically hear how she rolled her eyes.

Despite his best efforts, he let out an amused snort. Shortly after, silence fell around them again. He was tempted to sit up and look at her, but if he did that, he’d probably cave and take the quiz that he was now determined not to take on principle.

Maka sighed, caving first, “Please, Soul. All the other meister-weapon pairs have taken it, and the girls were telling me how much it’s helped with their soul links.”

“Maka, just by the nature of the resonance, we already know we’re compatible. What’s a quiz going to tell us?”

“Yeah,” She sounded hesitant to agree, “but this could make us even more so. And everyone else is doing it, and they’re all bragging about it, and we’re the only ones who haven’t yet! They probably think that they’re all…more compatible than us! Like, you should have seen the way Kim looked at me.”

“Is it really a competition?” He deadpanned, thinking briefly of Jackie, who had given him a long-suffering look in class that day. He liked Jackie. They were pretty much on the same page regarding being a weapon, and it didn’t seem she was too keen on all the personality quizzes they all seemed to be taking lately. It always seemed the meisters were the ones crazy about the quiz stuff. They could make breathing into a competition.

(‘And Ox would lose because he had childhood asthma,’ the little Maka in his head lectured.)

“Soul,” The real Maka tsked, seemingly on queue, “of course, it is. I need them to all know we’re better than them 100% of the time all the time. It’s the one thing of the many things I like to hold over the other meisters’ heads. I know it’s wrong, and like, not fair, but—” She sucked in a breath, “—damn, it feels good.”

He glared at his bedroom ceiling, then sighed, “Fiiine.”

“Yes!” There was a cheer and some stumbling, and then, without permission, but whatever, another body was on his bed.

He squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance as Maka made herself comfortable.

“Blair, come here,” She cooed, picking Blair off his gut and laying her between them. The cat would have thrown a fit if anyone else had done so, but Blair simply curled into a ball between them and began to purr, happy with Maka’s absentminded petting and scratching.

“Okay, so I’ll just pull it up on my phone,” Maka explained.

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards her. The light of her phone lit up the space, and he could clearly see her features for the first time that night. If her eyes weren’t so bright and alert, she looked like she belonged in bed with her hair tied up in two small silk bonnets.

She looked up from the loading screen of her phone and smiled at him, and he had to avert his gaze. There was something almost too nice about this moment with their purring nuisance of a cat curled up between them.

“Don’t give me that look! It’s fun! It’s going to be fun. You’ll have fun,” She filled the silence, trying to convince him of something he’d never be convinced of.

“It’s a test. Only you like tests.”

“Shush,” She shushed him, but he ignored her.

“What kind of quiz is this anyway?”

She fixed him with a look, “Were you seriously not listening to me and Liz?”

“Obviously not,” He shrugged, yawning.

She rolled her eyes, snuggling deeper into his bed, “It’s the love language attachment style quiz, which helps determine the communication style you respond best to in a relationship and compares that to how comfortable you are in those relationships.”

Heat flared up his neck, but he kept his voice still and under control, “Like romantically, or what?”

“It’s used for platonic and familial relationships, too,” She explained.

He felt himself marginally relax, “Oh, okay.”

“Mmhm and it’s totally obvious your attachment style is going to be anxious-avoidant, but that’s fine because I’m pretty secure. And I’m pretty sure our love languages are compatible. Me and Liz figured your physical touch, but I think it’s going to be more quality time, physical touch, acts of service, gift giving, annnd then words of affirmation.” She gave him a look, “You don’t do well with affirmations,” A smile was back on her face in an instant, “but that’s fine because my top three are you’re top three, just in a different order!”

He stared at her briefly before asking, “Why the hell do I have to take a test if you know all of this already.”

“I’m not even going to bother responding to that,” She glared before responding anyway, “It’s not like I can say these things without proof. No one will believe me. Would it kill you to humor me?”

“I could just lie to be people for you. It’d be faster.”

“No.”

“I’m so tired, Maka.”

She tried handing over the phone, “This will be quick, I promise, now, here.”

“I don’t want to read them. Read them out loud for me,” He demanded, shoving the phone back to her.

“Okay, okay.” She grabbed the phone, paused, put the phone down, scooped up Blair, laying the sleepy cat on her stomach before scooting close enough to him that their sides were pressed together, “Question 1—”

“—wait, how many questions is this?” He asked around another yawn, enjoying how warm she was nestled next to him, again, a little too much.

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Maka, how many?”

“Like sixty.”

“Sixty!?”

“Yeah, like sixty-five, anyway—”

“—wait, you just said sixty—”

“—Anyway! Question 1!”

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“Okay, so which one of these options do you like the best?”

“Uh, the third one?”

“Hmm,” Maka shook her head, “no, you’re wrong. You like the fourth one.”

“If I liked the fourth one,” He seethed, ten questions in and already over it, “I would have picked the fourth one.”

“No, you like the fourth one,” Maka ignored him. “I’m just going to click the fourth one.”

“I’m going to bed now,” He deadpanned, rolling over.

“Okay, okay,” She waved him off, “and for question 11, no, I’m not even going to read this, you’re the second choice, I already know.”

“I’m not listening to you anymore.”

“Ha! Oh, you’re definitely a ‘strongly agree’ for question 12.”

“Oh my god, goodnight, Maka.”

“Okay, question 15, listen to this, do you—wait, Soul? Soul! Wake up!”

#soul x maka #i wanted to prove to myself i could do a prompt week for real and I've failed lol #also their real love language is arguing awwww

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memethebum · 1 year

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Decided to write something super cheesy and kinda bordering on crack at the beginning for @soulxmakaweek Day 2: love language!!

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“Oh my Death look, it’s Soul Evans!” a girl screeched from behind them, causing the unnerving sound to be tripled by a few other girls in the crowd.

Maka had grown used to Soul’s fangirls by now, but that didn’t deter her from angling both their bodies towards the opposite direction of the crowd.

She could hear her fiancé chuckle at the action, probing her into letting out a small hum as they continued to stroll home from a Spartoi reunion.

However, their moment of peace was cut drastically short after something came flying towards the back of Soul’s head.

The Deathscythe let out a yelp in shock as Maka realized what had been caught within Soul’s hair.

“YOU DROPPED SOMETHING,” Maka shouted before plucking the bra out of Soul’s unruly bangs and launching it at a topless girl standing a few feet away from them.

The woman could only stand in shock as the undergarment went flying so fast that it knocked the girl unconscious once making contact with her face.

Fuck Maka thought before noticing that the other girls had been recording the whole thing.

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-Soul Evans Fiancé Brutally Takes Down Fangirl- Maka read from her phone screen before opening the comment section.

-I get being annoyed by a crazy fan, but throwing a bra so hard it knocks someone out is wild 😭- she then noticed.

-That fangirl kinda had it coming tho, especially since Soul is about to be a married man next week- another comment elaborated, causing Maka to let out a shaky breath at how tame the comments had been so far.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last too long as she continued to scroll downwards.

-She’s probably just trying to stay relevant 💀- Maka read to herself from the screen.

-Umm, that’s a whole red flag. Soul had better run 🚩🚩🚩- the woman then read a moment afterward before putting her phone down and trying to ignore the swell of tears that had been threatening to spill out ever since the whole fiasco had started.

“Hey, were you on Deathtok again?” Soul questioned with a meek smile, causing Maka to pout as he layered a face mask across her puffed cheeks.

He’d been pampering her even more than usual after the video had started to trend on social media.

That entailed a lot more fancy takeout, cuddling at random times of the day, foot massages, and even a few extra steps towards their weekly spa day.

“It’s a little hard to avoid things when I did mess up…a little,” Maka added while feeling Soul massage her shoulders in small circles.

“Ya’ don’t even bat an eye at those girls anymore, so it’s definitely not jealousy Maka. In fact, I’m glad you were there to help me deal with all that creepy shit,” he elaborated as she took in his razor-toothed grin.

Soul’s right…why should I keep beating myself up over some random people on the internet Maka thought before pressing a few buttons on her phone and tossing it towards a corner of the couch.

“You’re right. I’ll have to own up to all this stuff eventually, but I just want us both to relax for now,” Maka added as she began to stand and pulled him up as well.

“Sure, what do you wanna do?” her fiancé asked while raising a clay-mask covered eyebrow.

“Dance,” the woman replied as she tapped on her phone again and allowed the music to fill the room while they shifted into position.

She then watched Soul’s eyes widen at her mediocre piano performance of Elvis’ Falling In Love With You before looking down at her.

“It was supposed to be a wedding gift, but it sounds really bad so I was just going to delete it after-“

“But I can’t help..falling in love with you,” Soul sang before swaying them into a dance, causing Maka’s eyes to widen.

She’d (reluctantly) only heard the Deathscythe sing a handful of times for a performance or while doing small chores like folding laundry, which made the moment even more endearing since she didn’t have to request it out of him.

The pair then began to clumsily twirl around their living room while laughing at how Soul was attempting to match the lyrics with her performance.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

“For I can’t help…falling in love with you,” they both finished before standing in a blissful silence. Soul then began to awkwardly rub his neck, causing Maka to giggle at his delayed sense of embarrassment.

The woman was able to chase his bashful expression away by guiding their lips together for a kiss.

“Shit, the masks,” her fiancé chuckled once they’d pulled away, probing Maka to clumsily fix the moist patches around his face as he surveyed her own face.

They then heard her phone begin to vibrate from the sofa, eliciting the woman into walking over and pinpointing a new message from Black*Star.

-Damage control was successful 🫡- she read before opening Twitter and gawking at a picture of Black*Star wearing nothing but a pair of boxers patterned with small yellow rubber ducks.

-Wearing this to my bro’s wedding next week- the caption read, earning a bewildered huff out of Maka as she noticed how the post had been able to gain 5k likes in just an hour.

“Guess we owe Star now,” she heard Soul exclaim behind her before leaning back and letting out an amused hum against his lips.

#kinda suggestive in the beginning lol #ig??#soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #black star #meme attempts to write

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renrink · 3 years

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Blood Moon.

So there’s a blood moon coming up this month, hence the inspo for this! Jumping in late for SoMa week haha.

@soulxmakaweek

#my art #soul eater #maka #soul #soulxmakaweek #somaweek2021

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azroazizah · 4 years

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SoMa Week 2020 Day 7: Magic

@soulxmakaweek

Matching patronuses 💜💜💜💜💜 canon Soul is more slytherin, but I also like him as a ravenclaw tbh wwwww and of course Maka (and Black Star) is the most gryffindor to ever gryffindor

as @infantbluee once said; Slytherins are eternal piners lmao

update: I FOUND THE FIC!!! or, Marsh and Mystie helped me found it wwwww

inspired from @tsarodat‘s Snakes and Lions

#soulxmakaweek #somaweek2020 #soul eater #Soul x Maka #Soul Evans #soul eater evans #Maka Albarn #Spirit Albarn #Hogwarts AU #SE AU #zi draws

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moriohpissky · 1 year

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day 4: night out @soulxmakaweek

ditching the crowded party to go hide and smoke with your best friend is pretty rebellious and cool

((sorry this is a day late!!))

#tw smoking #remember smoking is bad #except when it’s fun #soulxmakaweek #soul eater #maka albarn #my art

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soulxmakaweek · 1 year

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Now accepting theme suggestions!

Yep, that's right. Your eyeballs aren't deceiving you. SoulxMakaWeek is back for 2023!

We’re now accepting theme suggestions for this year's event! Feel free to send as many themes as you’d like via our ask box or submission box starting today, January 27th *finger guns* Themes are preferably one to two words - look at our master list for reference and browse previous years' SoMa content!

Stand by for more announcements and a schedule!

#soul eater #soul eater evans #maka albarn #souleater #soul eater not #soulxmaka #soul x maka #soulmaka #maka x soul #makasoul #modpost #soulxmakaweek #soulxmaka week #somaweek

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lanming-art · 1 year

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😳😳

SoMaWeek Day 3: Flustered 🤭

Well, I thinked a lot about this prompt. You know, we always put Soul on those kind of situation, where Maka is who put him nervous, and many scenarios was around on my head. So, I decided to make Maka some nervous this time hahahaha.🥰 Hoping you enjoy it.

Do not repost without credits, do not edit or erase the sign. ☺🥰

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chickycherrycola · 1 year

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leavin' here with you, what a view

Shaking things up a bit with today's entry for SoMa Week, since it hits both today's theme (Night Out) and Saturday's theme (Close Call)! I had a LOT of fun writing this one 👀🔥

Prompt: Night Out/Close Call

Rating: E

Summary:

'“Well, I’m the valedictorian," Maka quips back at him. "My time is valuable. You can put in a request though, if you like, and I’ll see if I can squeeze you in.”

He snakes an arm around her waist.

“Would the valedictorian consider clearing her schedule for the rest of the night? Someone who loves her very much would like to dance with her.”

“You’re asking me to dance. In public?”

“I know," Soul heightens the pitch of his voice dramatically, raising a hand to his chest in feigned disbelief. "Better not waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."'

HERE is the link to read on AO3!

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#SoMaWeek2023 #soulxmaka #soulxmakaweek #my writing #soul eater fanfiction

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chichirichick · 1 year

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Devotion

My first (and possibly my only 😭) submission for @soulxmakaweek

Summary: In the hazy morning light, Maka stares at Soul's scar.

Read it on AO3 or below the cut:

Somehow the sun never woke Soul, so Maka watched him breath slack-jawed against the pillow. She was toying with fate as to whether or not he’d wake, but she snuck her fingers between the sheets to his chest, pads creeping just to the left of his shoulder.

No matter the years that ticked by, it was still a gnarled, white mass that slid all the way to his right hip.

No matter the years that ticked by, it was still a source of pain.

Sometimes the black blood made it throb. Sometimes, in their darkest moments in the field, it would spew– reopened with ebony vitriol that threatened their paired sanity. Sometimes she would catch him rubbing at it through his shirt, grimace planted on his lips.

During his recovery, the worst had been hidden from her at the hospital. When Soul had been discharged, the idiot had tried his best to continue pulling the wool over her eyes. Maka knew the expectations—unfortunately a side effect of being raised by a weapon and meister pair—but had naively thought if Soul could stand on his own… Finding him collapsed the first time had been enough, and she had cursed herself a million times for it.

She traced the first reminder of stitches– at least those little spiderwebs had started to fade. Except Maka would never forget each twisted black thread or the way they threatened to burst with every one of his shallow breaths. Each day, twice a day, she would dab with soap and water, watching as his brows contorted. Silent tears would streak across his cheeks as she brought the washcloth as closely as she could to the sutures. Always the cool guy, Soul used to throw his arm over his eyes, but Maka still knew.

It wasn’t just the stitches. Anything that had to do with the bathroom in any regard had lost its mystery that year. That’s never something a teenage girl wants to admit, and she certainly had a few moments of wild inner screaming, but this was her weapon. This was a boy who had risked dying for her. Any fleeting discomfort of hers couldn’t match the pain he was in. Maka had swallowed every last bit of it, and it was bitter with self-hatred.

Maka knew any further toying would wake him, so she stilled her fingers, instead pressing her palm to his chest. That, of course, brought another memory surging forward. Promises made, and, so far, promises kept. In a way, this part of them was what had proved her promise the most. Somewhere along the way, Maka forgot to hate love. Maka forgot the mantra that her papa was the only type of man there was. Maka forgot to add any more bricks to the wall between them. Maka forgot to resist.

No matter the years that ticked by, it was still a gnarled, white mass that slid all the way to his right hip.

No matter the years that ticked by, it was still a symbol of her promise.

“Soul,” she murmured.

His tongue snapped against the dryness of his mouth before he grumbled: “Mhm?”

“I love you.”

One lazy eye opened while his lips pulled effortlessly into a smirk. “Love you too. Now quit tickling me and try to sleep in for once.”

Maka took one more lingering glance over the line on his chest before giving into the relentless tug of his arms and his soul.

No matter the years that ticked by, it was still a gnarled, white mass that slid all the way to his right hip.

No matter the years that ticked by, it was a reminder—never gentle, never kind, but always true—of their devotion to one another.

#SoMaweek2023 #soul x maka #soul eater evans #maka albarn #SoulxMakaweek

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waltzfor-zizi · 3 years

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Say It To The Camera [SoMaWeek 2021] Day 5: Domestic

I’ve been a bit behind, but I’m still trying fgsjgdgf

so have this 2k of Soul and Maka watching another Soul and Maka

@soulxmakaweek

Excerpts:

The camera focuses, revealing a handsome young man with silver white hair and hooded red eyes sitting on a sofa.

"Hey guys," he greets, tone calm and cool, if not a tad bit annoyed. "Today we're gonna do something a bit different, courtesy of my [redacted] older brother." He rolls his eyes.

"He's been irritatingly bugging me to watch this one series and I'm honestly just a second away from trying to choke him to oblivion. But since homicide is frowned upon, I decided to be the more mature brother and just watch the thing." He exhales as if this one task is very arduous. "So we're doing a reaction video of A Winter Solstice, first episode."

He stills and looks behind the camera as a faint feminine voice interrupts him.

[Editor: Don't forget about your other penalty, loser!]

The man scowls.

[Editor: Stop dilly-dallying, Soul.]

"Shut up, Liz." Soul's scowl deepens. But he smooths it back to his indifferent expression before speaking, "Right. We're having a guest with me today, as had been widely requested by all of you in all of my social media," he clicks his tongue as he leans back, sounding displeased.

"A lot of you had been pestering—"

[Editor: requesting]

"—requesting—," Soul parrots, huffing, "—to invite my roommate in my new videos." He pulls his lips into a flat line before continuing, "I've asked her, and she said yes, so…"

He waves at someone off-screen.

"Maka, c'mere."

A petite girl with ash-blonde hair in space buns gingerly makes her way to the sofa, waving a little shyly as she plops herself down beside Soul.

She wears a simple black skirt and baby pink shirt, along with what seems suspiciously like Soul's old orange letterman jacket. (Old fans would recognize it instantly as the iconic outfit he wore when he crushed Wolfree, another professional gamer known by his death-defying skills, in his last official gaming competition many years ago.)

"Hi, everyone. I'm Maka Albarn, Soul's roommate."

"And girlfriend," Soul adds automatically, eyes trained straight to the camera.

Maka rolls her eyes. "And girlfriend."

yes. this is a shameless, shameless self promotion

read the rest on AO3 ✨✨✨

#soulxmakaweek #SoMaWeek2021 #soul eater #Soul x Maka #solstitium #A Winter Solstice #zi writes

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