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memethebum · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/37033108/chapters/93288055#workskin

Ch. 2 is FINALLY out

Writing the second part of this one was honestly a lot of fun (only bc I love fics where Soul has to get Maka ready for a party)

I’ve (as always) put it here as well:

“You…aren’t angry I made this decision myself?” she had asked him after giving a rundown of her trip to Madrid.

“Course’ not,” he had assured immediately, as if his mouth was seconds away from bellowing out protests on it’s own volition.

“Being partners doesn’t mean ya can’t make your own decisions dummy,” he attempted to relay with a small chuckle, hoping that would be enough to obscure how frail and choppy his words had sounded.

She was going to leave for at least 4 fucking months and his mouth and mind couldn’t be on more opposite tangents.

His meister was most definitely allowed to make her own decisions, but there was no denying how much he wanted to pull Maka into a tight embrace, plead that she explain what exactly was bothering her, and then voice his own concerns about what this last-minute trip could mean for their relationship.

“Earth to scythe-boy,” he heard someone chant in front of him.

Soul was suddenly steered back into reality and met with the image of Liz looking down at him from his seat in one of the many study zones scattered around Shibusen.

“Whadda’ want Liz?” he asked before feeling the side of his forehead sting as the other weapon shoved a cold soda bottle into his skull.

“Someone’s more grumpy than usual,” she stated before plopping the bottle on his lap and falling onto a small sofa directly in front of him. Her face broke into a slight smirk when Soul muttered a halfhearted “sorry”, although the moment quickly passed as Liz eyed the area around the Deathscythe.

“Hm, where’s little miss angel?” she asked while raising a symmetrically plucked eyebrow at him and unscrewing the cap on her bottle.

“She wanted to go shopping for some new suitcases. I woulda’ taken her but she said it was gonna be a quick grab and go,” he elaborated while shifting his gaze away from his friend.

“Ohh that’s right,” Liz replied with a faux layer of surprise.

“Maka is gonna leave on New Years’ Eve,” she added before jabbing the sole of her shoe onto Soul’s knee.

“And you’re sitting here whining about the whole thing” the weapon finished, earning her a flashy growl from the other weapon.

“What am I supposed to do? Make things even harder by asking that she stays? Sounds pretty fuckin’ selfish to me,” he spat out, although the anger had soon dissipated from his tone and left nothing but the pain.

“Loving her isn’t selfish, stupid. Especially considering how head over heels she seems to be for you,” Liz explained, causing Soul to slump further into his seat and let out a groan in skepticism.

“Gosh, both of you are so damn hopeless. At this rate, you’ll never be able to hold hands while she’s riding you or whatever mushy crap you and Tsubaki like so much,” she huffed out.

“Wha-WHAT DID TSUBAKI TELL YOU?” Soul yelped.

“Nah ah, don’t get off topic,” Liz responded, now stabbing her shoe into the middle of Soul’s abdomen.

He crashed into the seat once more, immediately burying his face into his sweaty palms and sulking at the imminent loss of any relationship aspirations, not to mention that his pride had gone down the gutter as well.

“Soo…what kind of approach are you gonna take?” Liz chided in between his anguish.

Gotta give her props for stubbornness Soul thought while fervently considering asking Maka to stay, insecurities be damned.

She meant everything to him, so much that he couldn’t even fathom a way to cover every single sensation he felt around her.

It seemed almost impossible to properly convey how moments like dancing in the black room, or even breaking into a melodramatic performance in order to introduce himself, felt like they were teeming with a whole spectrum of his love and devotion to her, to Maka.

“It should obviously be…” Soul murmured as his mind pieced together the two moments he had just brought back to the surface of his thought process.

“On the piano?” he whispered, not knowing if the idea would work outside of the daydreams he’d have about wooing his meister by pouring his heart and soul into a hunk of shiny hardwood and smooth keys.

“Bingo,” Liz said before clapping her hands together.

“I’m sure Kiddo won’t mind you camping out in our music room for a bit,” she added before grabbing Soul’s wrist and leading him away with a sense of sheer confidence that the Deathscythe couldn’t help but be envious of.

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“Trust me dude she’s gonna be all like ah Soul I love it , I love you and then next thing you know, you’re both gonna be like,” Black*Star chirped before subjecting Soul’s ear to the worst imitation of kissing he could think of.

Is this his idea of “having your bro’s back”? Soul wondered as a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

“Uh…yea I don’t really know about all that moaning and groaning,” Kilik added through the call in order to graciously silence Black*Star.

“But we’ve all got your back. So go out there and confess to the love of your damn life before she decides to leave your ass for Madrid,” he said, causing Soul to break into a small smile from behind his phone screen.

“Yea well thanks you gu-“ he tried to convey before noticing an unruly mess of ashen blonde hair zip past his room.

“Ah, sorry I gotta take care of somethin’. See you guys at the party?” he spoke into the phone, silently giggling at his meister’s incompetence at anything that doesn’t relate to books or swinging him around.

“Ohhh, starting the fun early tonight, huh?”Black*Star taunted, although his voice appeared level enough for Soul to make out the faintest trace of concern.

“Shut up, her hair just looked like a bird’s nest. We’ll never make it in time if she decides to follow some stupid Youtube tutorial again,” Soul quipped and then exited out the call once hearing Black*Star let out a huff while Kilik simply snorted at the whole exchange.

Sure enough, he found his partner perched at a corner of her bed that was practically littered with an array of different beauty products.

Maka’s jaw appeared to be held in a tight clench while her hands awkwardly twisted a few strands of hair through Blair’s curling iron.

“Keep that up and you’ll heat damage it,” Soul chuckled, although he felt some of the amusement leave him once noticing the way she jumped at his voice.

He quickly walked towards her vicinity and proceeded to nudge the back of his thumb against the curling iron, urging her to hand it over.

The Deathscythe patiently hovered in front of Maka, who forfeited the hair styler just as Soul began to question if he should pry a bit more until she lets him help.

“There’s a reason I do this for you, y’know,” he commented while combing out the haphazard curls she had subjected onto her hair.

“I need to learn how to do stuff like this without you,” Maka replied, causing Soul’s heart to squirm underneath the harsh glare she was giving him.

“So stubborn,” he responded in a desperate attempt to mediate the situation by putting on his usual aloof composure.

He was able to make quick work out of Maka’s hair, although his thoughts were still fastened on the abhorred energy she was radiating through their connection.

“You missed a few spots,” Soul said as he moved a can of hairspray through his meister’s tidy curls. He then drifted his eyes towards her right in order to pinpoint the cosmetic bag Tsubaki had gotten her for Christmas.

“Wha-,” Maka began to question as she watched Soul finish clipping a few bobby pins into her hair and then rummage through the bag in order to retrieve a bottle of eyeliner.

She let out a quick “hmph” at his analysis but, to Soul’s relief, her chin didn’t show any form of resistance as he gently nudged it upward to face him.

He watched as Maka’s eyebrows gradually began to relax once the tip of the eyeliner pressed into her skin, provoking him into feeling unnervingly jealous over a stupid stick of makeup.

It was getting downright impossible to ignore the searing anguish he felt over her obscured anger towards him.

That’s the whole reason I bust my ass over that song Soul thought in between a few glances of his handiwork.

But, no matter how much his brain instructed for him to be patient when it came to unraveling his partner’s heart, he couldn’t find it in himself to be the object of her pointed glares and clipped responses.

He flung the eyeliner back into her bag and pulled out the lipstick shade Maka reserved solely for parties such as this one.

“Listen,” he murmured while attempting to shift his focus away from her eyes, which had suddenly dilated and then burrowed into him once again.

“I-um, I’m s-,”

“Why?” Maka chimed over his forlorn apology.

“Huh?” Soul gawked as his brain went completely mute.

“Why’re you always doing stuff like-this for me?” Maka lightly added while Soul was still in the midst of grappling with her sudden outburst.

She then pursed her lips and moved them towards the uncapped tube of lipstick he was limply holding out.

Soul took that as a cue to resume his work, although, if he knew anything about Maka Albarn, it was that she wasn’t going to let him off the hook without an answer that would temper her burning curiosity.

“It’s because- I’m completely and fuckin’ undoubtedly in love with you” he had wanted to blurt out, no matter how much he yearned to give his meister the perfect atmosphere for such a transformative admission.

His chest then swelled with a familiar warmth, and one look into Maka’s abated pupils told him that she was the source of the impromptu sensation.

However, the feeling quickly changed from routine idleness to one where it felt like his soul was being tugged towards her own, as if she was desperately trying to pry something out of him.

Or rather, perhaps his partner was guiding him into realizing she was just as enamored with him as he was with her.

“It’s…cause’ I’m your partner obviously,” he snorted out in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

“That doesn’t explain any of this extra stuff,” Maka added breathlessly, smearing some of the makeup across her upper lip in the process.

Soul let out a long sigh before dabbing his thumb over the smear marks.

He could feel Maka’s watchful gaze upon him, causing the Deathscythe to almost release every pent up feeling he was harboring at the moment.

The decision proved to be even more arduous as he conjured up the thought of planting his lips over her ruby-red ones, clasping them together in a kiss that would let the pair skip all the incessant tension and jump straight into the middle of pure, unbothered devotion.

“You’re my friend too right?” Soul added with a tense shrug.

His thoughts suddenly sobered from the image of Maka giggling at the smear marks a post-kiss would leave on his lips to stone cold reality, where she was seated in front of him with an expression that made it seem as if her lungs had given out on her.

“Why can’t friends do stuff like this for each other?” he attempted to reply, although his own lungs had started to feel constricted.

It almost felt as if they were warning him not to utter out another syllable, although the damage had already been done.

“Yea. Friends,” Maka added immediately after Soul finished talking.

He watched as she rubbed the skin of her lips together, with her eyes now glued directly to the ground.

His eyes also began to droop downwards, causing him to slightly flinch as Maka hesitantly planted a calloused palm over the fabric of his suit.

“I-don’t know what came over me,” she whispered before reclining her hand, storming out her bedroom, and leaving Soul to process just how badly he had fucked everything up.

#still can’t get over how this was for New Years :D #but yk it is what it issss #soul eater #liz thompson #black star #kilik rung #soulxmaka #makaxsoul #soul eater fanfic #ao3 fic #meme attempts to write

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sailornyx · 3 years

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Maka just did not understand why she would be born Cupid. Her dad and mom never got along anyway. Both Maka’s parents, her own family, had trouble expressing and showing love so at the end Maka just ended up a lonely and fragile cupid. Maka had convinced herself her sole purpose was to be unhappy and live her life silently suffering.

Maka as she got older fell into depression. A Cupid falling into deep sadness is no joke, it affects every living creature on Earth. Not only does Maka suffer, but gods also suffer, and so do mortals. The world slowly started getting chaotic. Mortals would wake up sadder and angrier. Maka did not want to be up in the sky seeing the world fall. This was a battle she told herself she could not win. Maka went and hid in the underworld.

Maka had never been in the underworld. The underworld was a beautiful mysterious place. She knew she would cause a stir as she glowed red no matter where she went. As she walked along in the underworld, she bumped into someone unknown.

“I knew I felt an unknown presence. My name is soul. Nice to meet you Cupid.” The mysterious voice said.

“Pleasure is all mine. I am sorry for coming unannounced. I needed time away and please call me Maka” Maka replied.

“Maka, I do not mean to alarm you. Though there have been massive amounts of souls coming into the underworld. As a soul keeper, I have to inform all the higher-ups on these changes.” Soul explains.

“I am super sorry. I cannot help you.” Maka replies as she quickly walks away.

Maka walks away with her head down she almost starts crying. She can no longer control these emotions. Why did fate and destiny go against her? They both knew they were setting Maka up for failure and they wanted her to be the antagonist of this universe. Maka’s brain fills with thoughts of constant self-doubt. Maka finds a small underworld park. Filled with nymphs and small newly born gods. She finds an empty bench looking away from the park and far from the families and starts sobbing. Maka has the world’s fate on her hands, and she cannot stop crying.

“You know love doesn’t only mean romantically. It can be platonic and compassionate.” The mysterious voice from earlier said.

“Why did you follow me?” Maka asked.

“Both you and I have a certain love for mortals and their world. Don’t you think?” Soul says.

“Well yes. But how do I show it? I don’t know how to love, show, or express love.” Maka admitted. She then continued, “all my life. I have only seen my parents fight. They never had a chance to show me real love. They knew I was destined to be Cupid so why? Why didn’t they try harder? I’m scared my love will never be enough for anyone.”

“Do you know why you are so worried Maka? Because you care. You care about humans and life. You care about us gods and everything that surrounds us. Caring is part of your love. You are the reason others can find love in others. You can help people find their true nature and find what they love doing. Ever since you started your job as cupid. My guardians and I noticed an enormous difference in souls. Souls no long give up. Mortals now want to stay in their world to continue to stay alive to fight for love or be loved.”

Maka did not realize but soul sat down with her, and she had her head on his shoulder. She cried hearing those words. Not only did she understand her purpose, but she was understanding her emotions. Maka had developed a certain love for Soul that day.

After her trip in the underworld, she developed her first friend. She went around the world again spreading love and happiness. Maka had forgotten purpose and she was happy Soul was there to help lift her up. Maka cannot wait to see Soul again. Soul is also excited to see his red glowing Cupid friend again.

#not proof read #my fanfic #one shot #soul eater #my post #my writing #soma #makaxsoul #soul x maka #soul eater evans #maka albarn #soul and maka

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