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azroazizah · 4 years ago

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I think that anon was referring to you making innuendos in some of your SoMa posts (ex: the one with black dress maka and soul having “kinks”) and reblogging sexual fanfiction involving the two. Also “aging up” to lewd them is a poor excuse. You’re still an adult looking at minors and imagining them in a sexual situation. However, if you’re only aging up for cool AUs/crossovers or to relate to the characters more that’s okay. Stop making excuses and take accountability when called out.

Okay, first of all, if I unknowingly offend anyone with my art, I apologize. I apologize too if you’re uncomfortable with my contents.

But I will still continue hold my ground. I do take accountability. I explain myself. If you or the anon doesn’t like my reasons, then that’s not my problem. I have zero (0) obligation to align my opinion to other’s liking.

So,

I do admit I ship two minors. But what of it? I’m not actually wanting them to bone when they’re 13. I ship them firstly because I love their dynamic and I want them to be together when they’re older, not when they’re 13. The sexual side of their relationship just came naturally after I imagine them growing up.

On the other side, you can’t tell me teenage kids don’t have fantasies already. it just happens with puberty, dear. it’s natural. The thing is, Soul and Maka are already past puberty in my adult Black Blood Dress art.

I do ship adult characters. I ship Stein and Marie, for example, but I can’t control which character I like to end up with whom, and neither can anyone. When I find a ship dynamic good, then I ship it.

What we’ve had here is fandoms full of minors who are still growing, yes. But sadly, minor characters are not going to be minor forever.

Think about, let’s see, Naruto and Hinata. They’re both were like twelve at the start of their series, but people were already shipping them. But then we got Shippuuden, we got The Last, then we got Boruto. We got to see them getting older and we got a broader choice of their appearances. But Naruto and Hinata were still originally minor characters if we think about this your way.

We just got more chance to see them growing up compared to Soul and Maka, which we only got a single timeskip, and it was not even a long one.

If we actually got to see them as actual adults, I would prefer to draw them in their adult counterparts, but sadly, we don’t have them in this fandom. So I just have to guess and headcanon how they would be when they’re older.

Is the core point of the argument is to not make adult art of them at all and only make them pure 13 yo forever?

I don’t know about you, but I think it’s a natural thing to think of how your favorite characters will grow up and who they would end up with and how they would interact, whether sexual or not. That’s like one of the core points of the whole shipping thing in general. And I think it’s the same for many people, considering how many people doing contents of aged-up characters in and out of Soul Eater fandom.

If that kind of thing is considered gross, then well, I can’t change your mind because our opinion is simply different. Because the base of my opinion is that it’s okay of they already grew up and have adult mindsets.

So it got me thinking, is the whole point of the argument is to not shipping them altogether because they were minors?

if we’re going by this line of thinking, then the proper solution for this is to stop shipping any minor character from any fandom at all. Which, while it is honestly an ideal thing, we all know that it is absolutely impossible. I’m not gonna pretend this is absolutely not a sinful thing to do, but let’s face reality. We can’t control what people like, guys.

What I’m saying is, this is not simply a SoMa problem if we talk about age.

BnHA, Haikyuu, HxH, A:TLA, and hundreds of other fandoms, they’re all have numerous minor characters, yet people are still shipping them and still make NSFW contents for them. Hate to break it to you and I’m not saying that it’s 100% okay, but it’s just a painfully ordinary thing to do in fandom life, given over half of the casts are minors.

So what should I do if I still want to enjoy their relationship but still want them to be decent and not making them creepy? I imagine them older and consenting.

I do imagine them in an intimate setting, yes I’m not going to deny, but I repeat; only when they’re older and already have a consenting mind. I prefer to think of them as adults than straight up drawing them with baby faces and, for example, landing them in a jokingly lewd situation like in the actual manga. (see Black Star and Hiro peeping on the girls and call it training/power-up)

Secondly, I don’t ‘age them up’ to ‘lewd’ them. My main reason to age them up, specifically in canonverse, isn’t even originally for shipping purposes, but mainly because I don’t feel right for children to be in their dangerous situation and it’s more realistic to have them older than to have them as child soldiers. Them being older means they are capable to think as adult and understand their situation.

Also, lewd is an adjective word, not a verb. It means ‘offensive sexual behavior’, which is not something I intended to do. Forgive me, but I fail to understand which part of ‘two consenting adults in a relationship thinking about the other in a sexual way’ is an offensive sexual behavior if they have genuine mutual romantic feelings.

‘Only aging up for cool AUs/crossovers or to relate to the characters more is okay ’ implied that the idea of the so-called ‘sexualizing’ is acceptable if it’s not in canonverse. Which is, basically defeated the whole purpose of your opinion because in the end, they’re still the same characters, AU or not.

There is a difference when you’re ‘looking at a minor character and imagine them in a sexual situation’ and ‘looking at a minor character and imagining how they interact when they’re older and consenting.’ If you can’t see the difference, then I cannot help you to understand my point of view.

Also...... Forgive my poor wording of ‘hooking-up’. I admit I made a mistake because english is not my first language and I’m not that familiar with all the slang, as in my mind ‘hooking up’ is ‘the beginning of a relationship’ rather than having sex. So yeah, my mistake. What I meant was ‘getting together’ as in admitting their feelings to each other.

But even so, I also admit I thought 17 is okay bc 17 is already the age of consent in my country, and that may have affected my opinion a little. I just couldn’t help the circumstances of how I grew up and I apologize if it lead me to make a wrong immediate thought.

TL,DR: I’m not claiming that my opinion and choice are absolutely right, but if I want to ship them, I rather choose to have them as adults AND HAVE ADULT MINDSETS rather than having them as kids.

I appreciate your concern and thank you for voicing your opinion, but in the end, which character I choose to ship and how I want to draw them is my entire choice, thank you. I still feel my opinion and world view are valid.

Your opinion is valid too, but sadly, I still think that calling someone out behind their back when they’re just minding their own business and just wanted to share what they have created, like what that anon had done, is a rude and cowardly move.

I respect both your and that anon’s opinion, but the right way to voice it is not to harass other artist and calling them ‘sick pedophiles’ and ‘creep’ in anonym just because their shipping preference is not to your liking.

Since the whole point is to not put them in sexual situation or even suggestion at all and the core point of ‘Shipping’ means to put a pair in romantic relationship, what I can conclude from this is to not shipping SoMa at all, or at least only platonically and in asexual way, which I must say, I cannot do.

Lastly, if there’s someone who doesn’t feel comfortable to see my contents or see my shipping preference as toxic, I encourage them to kindly block me in all of their social medias, thank you very much.

#kvlthorror #zi answers

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blackevermore · 4 years ago

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Jojo Sona info dump

Name: Chiara Maka Le'Roy Namesake: Chiara - French for Light/Brightest // Le’Roy - French (Leroy) for ‘The King’ Nicknames: Chia Pet (Mista) Chi (naturally) Age: 21 Birthday: 05/07 Zodiac Sign: Taurus Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit

Personality: INTP-T / Logician - short patience - stubborn - a big on the loud side - turbulent -/+ blunt and straight forward -/+ Introverted -/+ very cautious and questions things -/+ sective empathy and sympathy + Intuitive + Enthusiastic + Friendly

Stand: [Truth Hurts] - Mid range attacker

💥 Addictive | This stand is able to numb the motor system in the nervous system with binaural beats that makes them dance nonstop in a relax trance. When the victim is subdued the user can set off internal explosions in the Neurons causing crippling pains in targeted areas of the body when made contract with.

the learned ability would be enhancing the explosions and leading them to the heart for a very painful heart attack and up towards the brain for brain cramping migraines (this would take a lot of training due to the user suffering a blowback if not powerful enough)

Another addition of this attack for the nervous system explosions are when the user lands an attack in the same place three times can shock the nerves in that limb/area rendering it unless

💥 Teleport | The stand can move its user in a teleporting way by blocking the visual motors in the eyes for short periods of time. To the person being distracted they just see veils flying over their eyes.

💥 Playback | The user can change the tone of their voice to mind control someone as long as they stays within 30 feet of each other. The farther away the victim gets from the user the weaker the hold on them gets, once they step out of bound they can pull out of the hold but are left confused and dazed.

Background

[Before GW]

x Born in Cameroon near the western region in a small village north of Yaounde to a well off mother who married an upcoming drug dealer. When she was born she was the youngest sister to her twin brother, this was considered a bad omen in many different tribes in Africa. Although her mother wanted to keep both of the children her father took it into his hands and decided that one of the twins would be killed in order to rebalance their "luck". Chiara was picked to be the one to die since girls aren't really seen as that important within the tribe while boys can easily be taught trade and what not. But the night Chiara was meant to die the wrong baby was picked and the boy was killed instead. The following morning was when it was discovered the mistake was made. Her mother knew that due to the mix up they would try and kill Chiara so she planned to flee from the village. But when she spoke to a voudou priest he told her that Chiara was protected by a floating spirit that refused to leave her side. The priest told her that since the spirit would leave, capture it and have the baby wear the spirit as a protect against all evils.

x The father found out the mother's plans and wanted to aid her but didn't know how but then he was told what the priest said and thought it was best to follow through with capturing the spirit. Her father took the only thing that was valuable to him which was his mother's emerald necklace and broke it apart get the gem. When they captured the spirit it didn't put up much of a fight and went willingly. What Chiara's mother didn't know was how to get the baby to wear the necklace at all time without it being broken. They thought of many things but nothing seemed to be reasonable without breaking the gem down again to make earrings but that might release the spirit. So they spoke to the priest for suggestions and the priest took the gem and magically implaneted it in the back of Chiara's neck

x Throughout her years of growing up there were always signs of bad luck that seemed to follow Chiara. She would be bullied by other students who parents told them not to talk to her and she would be yelled at by elders to get away bc they didn't watch to catch what followed her. Chiara couldn't see her "protector" but the elders could and they thought it was death hanging over the girls head. Eventually, when Chiara was 10 her father had made it up the latter of ranks in the underground world that he sent her and her mother away to the states to live new lives. In the states Chiara did have a better childhood but she was still treated weird for the gem in her neck.

x When she was 15 she went back to Cameroon to visit her father and was nearly killed when she was spotted in the market. The attacker blamed her for their parents' death with was the result of a bad drug deal from her father. Chia quickly returned home and grew to hate her father for what he was doing. She even developed bad self esteem for how much of a bad omen she was due to being a twin. This made her somewhat bitter towards her life.

x When she was 18 she wanted to travel to Europe for graduating high school. Her father offered to pay for the trip as long as she had someone there to watch over her. Chia didn’t think anything of it and took the offer, when she arrived in Italy she was already being waited on by two strange men who were younger than her. Bruno and Leone. She hated the idea that two 17 year olds were watching her which made her cause trouble. Leone was the first to put his foot in her ass and tell her the only reason they had to look after her was because her father was signing a deal with their boss (no off the info was shared) and Chiara ended up having a break down while in Italy. For a few days of her trip she locked herself away in her room and didn't go anywhere.

x It was Bruno who popped Abba upside the head and managed to get inside Chiara's hotel room but that lead to Bruno having to face off with her now discovered stand Truth Hurts ( not Lizzo ) who was protecting Chiara from anyone who tried to get close. After coaxing Chiara to stand down and trust him Bruno managed to comfort her and coax her out of her room with a deep heart to heart yada yada

x The last two days of her trip was her apologizing to Bruno and Abba grumpily apologising to her for cussing her out. From then on out she found new friends in the two and would often chat with them when she could. Within the next year she was traveling to Italy for vacations and meeting the new members of Bruno's gang

x In the year before the canon lore of GW Chiara enrolled in university in communications major and English minor. Bruno helped her find her passion in not only in herself her in what was around her. Her major issue was always feeling like she actually was a bad omen and her desire were to one day find her meaning and be her true self not only for herself but those around her.

x During the events of GW Bruno tried to cut ties with Chiara to protect her from being connected with him and it worked for the most part and she was really depressed because she realized she loved him. While he was gone living his upmost dangerous life she was in Italy hanging on to false hope that he was still alive (he betrayed his boss and was now wanted dead or mostly dead along with his team)

[After GW and everyone lives >:G]

x Neither Bruno or Chiara confess their feelings in words but in actions and a long kiss outside Bruno's hangout spot it obvious they are a thing and she becomes the second mom to the group and "adopts" Narancia and Giorno. It was also the first time Mista got to met her in person.

x She also becomes an activist to stop the slaughter of twins throughout Africa and with the help of Don Gio she is able to accomplish a lot more than she could by herself. She also helps stops the drug smuggling from Africa to Italy with taking over the northern part of her father’s routes and shutting them down.

[ Trivia!! ]

x Chiara tends to not voice it but when bad things do happen she thinks its because of her. If too many bad things happen at once she’ll distance herself from people.

x She knows her stand is hers but sometimes she talks to it like it’s her brother or a brother figure.

x She is a strong ride or die, she also feels strongly about people being abandon and having to make it on their own. She has a bad habit of babying Naracia that Bruno constantly tells her to stop doing.

x Kelpto, there was a phase in her life she was feeling rebelous and would steal things for temporary happiness. Old habits die hard and Brunp has to tell her to put things back a lot.

x She loves the fashy fashion life style and will not hesitate to spend someone else's money.

x Her pride is in her nails, which she gets done with fancy designs, if she breaks on you better fucking move.

x Has a strong attitude and when she starts counting “your red flags” and makes it to three you have crossed her patience line.

x Should be wearing glasses but she wear contacts. On her down days she wears her glasses.

x Loves music and will play RnB on Bruno’s cleaning days

x She loves to dance, learning new dances, making dances, all of it. She was clown you in Just Dance in a heart beat. She can’t sit still and always has to move.

x She’s a kid at heart so sometimes Bruno is raising 6 kids and a grumpy teenager (Abba)

@gunkyengines @kapperson

#🍝Olive Garden🍾#jjba sona #jjba part 5 #sona #s/i #info dump #self ship #self shipping #self shipping community

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souleaterasks · 5 years ago

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Hello, you amazing human! Could you write something where Kid’s girlfriend has a bunch of scars from dangerous hunts she went on and she’s severely self conscious about them (she’s never showed them to Kid). One day, Kid sees the scars and she freaks out, believing he’d think she wasn’t “perfect” or “symmetrical” because of the scattered scars. Thank you for taking the time to write these for us! ❤️❤️❤️ Hope you’re well and safe amongst this world wide madness!

Hello! Thank you for this ask and thank you for being concerned. I live in a very rural town and haven’t had any cases. Though I live in Pennsylvania and all the schools were shut down here, which I’m sure most students are happy about but I’m a senior and in AP classes so this is kinda killing me. But, staying home is what is important right now and that’s what I’ll do.

Another thing about this ask is that I personally have many scars and I’ve had relationships in that past that made me, even more, self-conscious about them. My current boyfriend, however, doesn’t mind them and still reminds me that I’m pretty. For those with scars get you a mans who likes you regardless.

Well, enough about me, let’s get this thing going. General warnings though, there is mentions of sexual activity (it doesn’t happen), and of course extreme self-conscious thoughts.

Tonight was the night that she and Kid were supposed to have their first. She’d been planning it for weeks, making sure everything would be perfect. And everything was, except for her. She was in lingerie that she and Maka picked out.

She looked at her body in the mirror and couldn’t stop the deep frown set in her face. On her stomach lay countless scars, her legs were discolored from them, and she was feeling the full effect of them now. She knew t was dumb to feel the way she did about them, how superficial she felt. She was alive and okay, her arms and face were fine. The rest she could cover but now Kid was going to see them.

Kid isn’t just his tendencies but she knew he liked things perfect. She isn’t perfect and she wasn’t going to be able to handle knowing that Kid is finally going to see her for who she is. She felt like she had been lying to him all along. That she was hiding a part of her he had a right to know about. God, she hoped Kid doesn’t hate her after this. She hoped that he still found her somewhat beautiful and still wanted to be with her.

There was a loud knock on her front door and she quickly threw on her robe, Kid was 30 minutes early. She put on a small smile and walked towards her door. Kids eyes lit up when she opened the door and her smile widened. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey Kid.” She said, pulling him into a hug. They pull away and she invited him in.

“Nice robe,” Kid commented.

“You’re half an hour early,” she pointed out. They walked into the living room. “I can go put on some clothes.”

“No, I think just the robe is fine.” Kid said, a slight smile on his face. “Unless you don’t wanna.”

She was conflicted, on one hand, she does want to cover up as quickly as she can and stay that way but she also likes this flirty side of Kid that she doesn’t see often. She wants to just have him see her naked and get it over with. She bit her lip and shrugged. She sat down next to him on the couch and grabbed his hand.

She dropped hints all week that this was going to be a special date and that she had plans. Kid, not being an idiot, picked up on her hints and understood what was going to happen. He was excited but he didn’t want to rush her into anything, though now sitting in front of her when she was basically naked appealed to his teenage hormones. He was ready to get his hands on her.

“I’m pretty comfortable in this.” She said. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest, soon everything is going to be out on the table. She felt like she was going to be sick and Kid picked up on this.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, the concern heavy in his voice.

“I just,” She didn’t know how to tell him that she was covered in marks and she was terrified he wouldn’t like her anymore. “I guess I just have some body image issues.”

Kid cocked his head to the side and gave her a smile. He made a gesture towards her robe and she hesitantly nodded, closing her eyes tightly. He gently takes his hand to her robs and undoes the knot. Her breathing picks up and tears start to form at her eyes. It moves and exposes her barely clad body.

Kid looked at her body and his eyes raked her body, her perfect body. Sure he saw the scars that littered it but he saw beyond that. To her beautiful pale skin that just called out to him. He moved his hand to touch her when a sob escaped her. Kids eyes flashed up to hers and he saw the pain on her face.

“Baby, please look at me?” Kid asked. She opened her eyes slowly but when they are open she refuses to meet his eyes. He saw the tears spilling down her face. “Please.”

She lifts her face to meet his eyes and he takes both of his hands and places them on either side of her face, “You are beautiful. Absolutely stunning.”

She sniffed and stared into his eyes. “You really think that?”

“Of course. I love you and your scars are a part of you. They show how brave you are, how strong you are, and that mostly you’re here. I think you’re beautiful and I love every single inch of you.” He released her and ran his hands down to her stomach. He leaned down to his stomach and kissed the biggest scar. He moved to the smaller ones, kissing each of them. “You are perfect.”

#soul eater #soul eater anime #soul eater manga #death the kid fanfiction #dtk #death the kid fluff #soul eater fluff #ask

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l0chn3ss · 5 years ago

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Knee the Bread

Mastar, brotp friendly content, Childhood best friends Maka and Black Star attempt to bake a loaf of bread. Maka was inspired when she saw them do it on a TV show, so what's stopping her and Star from doing the same? They can knee bread and rise it from the dead, easy peasy. AO3.

Maka hoisted a 5-pound bag of flour to Black Star’s feet. He took one look at it before he rolled up his sleeves and said, “Ok, so we doin’ regular rules or house rules?”

She stomped her teeny foot— the power rangers twinkled on the side of her shoe. “No! We are not throwing it. We already did it three days ago. It’s boring now.”

Insulted, Black Star wrinkled his nose. “Well, what are we doing then?” His nine year old mind couldn’t comprehend what could be more fun than making a mess and winning a flour fight.

“We’re making bread!” Maka grinned.

She enlisted his help to carry the bag into the kitchen, but that was as far as he wanted to go with it. Eventually, she enticed him with allowing him to have the first taste once they succeeded.

“Are we allowed?” Star asked nervously. He looked around the room as though his mom—or worse, her dad—would come out of the cupboards and yell “you got pranked!”

Scoffing, Maka assured him, “We will be once we give them a loaf! Plus, I know exactly how to make it. I saw it on PBS while I was waiting for cartoons to come on.” She puffed out her chest. “I watched the adult part.”

He rested his chin on a fist and tilted his head to the side. “Maks, that’s even more boring than what you said.”

“Don’t you wanna be a big boy?” she taunted. “Or are you a baby?”

A brief memory surfaced of his dad from the night before. Black Star had been scolded for mixing milk and Coca Cola together and chugging it. Papa Sid said, “Only babies do that. Are you a baby now?”

Black Star shook his head. “What do we do first?” His resolve was strong as Optimus Prime.

After some few minutes of fumbling with the bag, they both had finally mixed together the ingredients into a bowl on the ground. Maka said that the adults said that the recipe said that the main ingredients were water and flour. Then they needed a pack of yeast—which Star found in a cupboard— and finally some salt.

Just after Maka sprinkled in a literal pinch, Star handed her the pepper shaker.

“The recipe didn’t say to use it, dummy.”

He frowned. “No, you’re the dummy. Mira said that we always salt and pepper our eggs. You can’t have one and not the other.”

Maka hesitated, “I knew that. Give it to me.” She shook the bottle once, then looked to Star expectedly.

“More.”

She shook it again, this time allowing some spice to fall from the top.

“Don’t you know how to make bread?” he said, reaching for the pepper.

Maka swatted his hands away. “Of course I do!” Do not question her eight year old smarts! She finally vigorously emptied the bottle into the bowl. There wasn’t a lot, but it was a larger pinch than the salt she put in before. The black specks dotted the surface of their concoction.

“Ok, now we have to mix it all together, and then knee it.” Maka explained to Star. “The dough is supposed to not be sticky anymore, so we have to be careful.”

“What happens if it’s sticky?”

“Then we can’t eat it, duh.”

“No! I mean, how do we fix it?”

Maka thought back to the Martha Bakes show. “You put flour on everything. Like on your hands and stuff. And the table and stuff.”

He grumbled, “We should’ve had a flour fight before we made bread.”

Once the dough was mixed together—Maka knew exactly when that was because she had baked cupcakes before—she took it out from the bowl and onto their pre-floured kitchen table. She used her hands to roll the bread around, but she was unsure what to do next because she ran into her room to get her neopets stuffy during that part in the show.

Sensing her slowing down, Black Star peered over. “Is this the part where you knee it?”

“Yes,” she said with faux confidence, secretly thankful for the reminder. “I trained for this with Papa. I know how to knee it.”

She summoned the announcer’s voice from WCW Saturday Night and remembered how her Papa cried when his wrestling show was canceled. If she could just do it right, her bread would be perfect. Maka brought up the ball of dough to her face and looked its lumpy, speckled surface squared on. Then, she yelled, slamming the dough down and nailing it in the center with her knee.

It bent like a boomerang. It did not recover from the impact.

Maka let it drop onto the floor and panted heavily. That was the secret move that she would practice with pillows and stuffies all of the time after all. She nailed it.

“Oh snap! You go, girl!” Black Star cheered.

With his encouragement, Maka picked up the lump from the floor and knee’d it again. This time, she dug into it even deeper, holding it against her leg with both hands and rubbing it in for good measure.

“No wonder Papa Sid bakes all of the time,” Black Star nodded, understanding at last. “Can I try?”

“Yeah,” Maka allowed, rolling the bread back into a ball before handing it to Star.

He taunted, “I only have to do it once. I’m stronger and older than you.”

“Nuh uh. My legs are longer and I’m taller.”

As proof, Star screamed out, “Hi ya!” and brought the dough down to its doom. The ball flattened against him, but did not wrap itself around him like he imagined it would. It wasn’t like when the cartoons did it.

“I was better,” Maka confirmed.

“That’s because you did it two times!”

“Wrong! It’s because I was so good at it that I could do it twice!”

Grumbling, he returned the knee’d dough to her. “What next? Can we bake it now?”

“We let it rise, doofus.”

Confused, he said, “But it’s not a zombie.”

Maka shook her head. “Why else do we have zombie bread. Every bread is a zombie bread. We have to let it rise. The show said so.”

“Ok, how do we do it?”

“I think the show couldn’t tell us because it was a ritual. My Mama said that evil magic makes for bad TV. She made me watch Scooby-Doo Zombie Island instead of a PBS grown up show.”

“That sucks. I bet to make bread, we have to chant to it, huh? That’s what they do for zombies.”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Placing the ball on the table, Black Star clapped his hands together to create a poof of flour. “Let us begin the ritual.” He chanted, “Rise. Rise. Rise. Rise. Rise.”

Maka joined in, “Rise. Rise. Rise. Rise. Rise.”

A chorus of two children’s voices eventually summoned someone. It wasn’t the zombie, but it was Maka’s Papa.

“Maka, baby? What on earth are you doing?”

“Making bread, Papa.” She allowed him to pick her up and brush flour from her dress. “We’re making it rise.”

“Ah,” Spirit said, as though it was perfectly reasonable for his daughter and her friend to be doing that on a Saturday afternoon. “Is it ready yet?”

“Yeah,” Black Star responded proudly. “All we have to do is bake it now.”

As a good parent does, Spirit pre-heated Mira’s oven and placed the dough onto a pan with wax paper. He told the kids to wash their hands and then help him clean the kitchen. Only then would he bake their amazing bread.

Once they had their dirty clothes changed, they ran back into the kitchen just in time to hear the ding of the timer. Spirit called Sid into the kitchen who then took the hot and ready bread out of the oven. Maka and Black Star held their thumbs up; Spirit took their picture with their first baked treat. Though both dads didn’t ask to taste it, they made their kids promise to not bake without permission again.

“Are you mad, Papa?” Maka asked with her wide eyes, knowing that trick always got her out of trouble.

“Of course not, baby.” Spirit assured her. He knew full well that his little girl could smile her way out of jail.

She asked again, “Are you going to punish us?” Spirit shook the camera slowly in his hand. “All I want is to take pictures of my cutie pie and Staru eating their bread.”

Laughing, Sid agreed. “Yes, I do wonder what it will be like.” He cut it in half, sawing the baked loaf with a bit of effort.

Black Star squinted, but Maka was too blinded by her success to realize how flat… and hard their creation was. She turned to him. “We will eat it together at the same time right?”

“You know what, Maks? I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”

“Nuh uh! You said that you were starving when you were changing your shorts.”

She tugged him to the table and planted herself in her usual seat. Star took his spot nervously, and his worries were well founded when his dad placed a plastic Hercules plate in front of him.

“Maka,” he whispered. “This is a rock cookie.”

“Smile, Staru!”

Spirit’s camera flashed and he said, “Ok, now both of you bite at the same time. One—”

“Ma—”

“Shh, the picture!”

“Two—”

“I’m not—”

“Eat the bread—”

“Three!”

Their moment was preserved forever in Spirit’s photo album. Maka’s tongue stuck out; her face contoured in disgust. Her hands were reaching up to brush away the lingering taste. Black Star’s mouth was open with a piece of bread sat at the front; his tongue pushed far back and away from it. His misery and defeat showed in his slumped shoulders.

The aftermath was well documented, too.

#soul eater #makaxblackstar #maka x star #mastar #nessie spills #let me know what your fave parts are #cuz boy i had fun writing

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Adventures in Cuckysitting (soul eater)

It was Friday night in Death city, and most young couples were going out and having fun, or at least staying in and cuddling. Most, not all. In a dorm room at Death Weapon Meister Academy however one young pair of lovers were setting up for their Friday night VERY differently from others. Black star and Soul were hands down a favorite couple among the girls at the school, gushing about how perfect they were for each other and arguments had gone on, at least at first, as to which boy ruled the bedroom. It had only happened at first because all too soon it was clear who wore the pants between the boys, and who wore the pampers. A month into their relationship ship and Soul started sporting a puffy butt and crotch at all times, and even if you bought into his claim it was just swelling from a allergic reaction, there was no hiding the crinkles, or the SMELL. Most of the time Soul's arrival was announced with a whiff of baby powder in the air, but other times, well, let's just say students in his classes had started to carry around clothespins for their noses just in case. Then you had to factor in the fact that Black star had started sleeping his way though the male half of the school's population, and from some account made Soul tag along to pay for some of his dates!

Tonight however, Black star had a wonderful evening planned with Death the kid, and didn't want his cute, though total submissive little boy around to sour the mood with a back door bomb if things ended up in the sack. It was with that in mind that Black star had at first contracted soul's partner in the field Maka to look after him, but she gave a hard no, since she wasn't overly fond of the smells the big baby could make when they worked together. She HAD however passed along some useful information that her Father, Spirit, Simply LOVED diaper boys, playing with them, teasing them, and also was Black star and Soul's number one shipper. Black star had been sure she was just exaggerating when she'd said that, but calling spirit up and asking him if he would maybe be interested in baby sitting little Soul for him had almost coast him his ear drum from the deafening squeal. As such, Black star got both of them ready for their big night out, even as soul sulked.

Sitting on their bed and in just his head band and one of the stupid massive thick diapers that Black star had a CLOSET full of, Soul crossed his arms and gave his boyfriend/daddy a pouty look. Black star had gotten himself dressed first and was wearing a pair of black dress pants, with black socks and dress shoe, and a light blue dress shirt, having left his black suit jacket off for right now. "I just don't..why can't you just stay in tonight? you can even have stupid face over if you want..I'll be nice and quiet! I'll go and play cars in my nursery when you uh.." And soul blushed and looked away. "When I get the attention I need from anther man, because my darling boyfriend is just a big baby?" Black star asked. He smirked as he looked though the different outfits his little guy had, as he felt tonight was a important night for them, cementing and confirming for any lingering doubters that soul was in fact, just a big baby. "D-Do you have to say it like that?" Soul whined, and his thumb found it's way into his mouth. "Look sweetie..you can sulk and whine all you want, but the bottom line is this: Who's the one that ASKED to put back in diapers, Me or you?" Black asked. Soul squirmed and sucked loudly on his thumb, drool going down his chin as he pointed at himself. "That's right. Now I know you didn't MEAN for it to escalate like this, but do you even think you could go without your widdle diapies anymore sweetie?" Black star asked, coming over and sitting next to soul and wiping at his chin with a spit towel that had been on the bed. with the boy drool free and not going to mess up his shirt, Black star pulled him in for a hug and tugged his thumb out of his mouth. "I..I could! Maybe..No." Soul said, going from hopeful to doubtful then out right defeated. "That's right. Last time i tried to be intimate with you, and by that I mean more then just rubbing the front of your diapers while bouncing you on my knee in a poopie diaper, what happened?" Black star asked. He'd be lying if he said being mean to Soul wasn't somewhat of a aphoristic for him, but tonight it was more about making sure the silly big bay knew his place. "I..I peed all over the bed before you could even enter me and cried for a hour." Soul said, eyes closed and crimson faced. "that's right. now, Daddy loves you, don't doubt that, but he needs to fuck a cute ass now and then, and get some dick himself. I know, you're so eager to just suck on daddy but it's just not the same sweetie." Black star said, patting the big babies back. "I..I'm sowwy." Soul whimpered. "Hey..heyy. it's all good. Now how about we go and get you in a nice and super embarrassing outfit, and then take you over to your babysitters? Daddy knows how much you love public humiliation." Black star coo'ed. "O-Ok daddy." Soul said, and then as Black star tickled his chin, the big baby giggled.

10 minutes later, as they were heading out the door, soul couldn't help but wonder if maybe he'd been thinking with the wrong head so to speak as he waddled big time out the door. Daddy had double diapered him despite the massive bulk and Soul was more or less cowboy walking as they slowly headed towards spirit's place. He was wearing a pair of baby blue booties and a pair of baby blue mittens that made his hands basically useless, trapping them in fists. He was also wearing a over the top blue with some white frills baby bonnet that at least SOMEWHAT helped hide his burning red face. In his arms was a pack of his Little stinkers extra thick diapers, apparently spirit had everything else a little guy could need but had asked for Soul to bring his own diapers. With his hands useless, Soul basically had to hug the pack of diapers to his chest, almost making it look like he loved his diapers (and in a weird way, that was true) and Black star just lead the way, taking the quickest route, even though it would also be the most crowded. They were already drawing attention, ranging from looks of disgust and sneers to pointing and laughter. Some just stared in disbelief and a rare few had looks of envy and admiration on their faces over how 'brave' Soul was. "Mommy, why's that big boy dressed like a baby?" One little boy asked, tugging on his mothers dress as she went to get them ice cream, and she turned and gasped and picked up the boy and covered his eyes. "Have you no shame?!?" She huffed, glaring at him. Soul of course said nothing but black star, who was feeling all sorts of pride in his big baby, had to speak up. "Not a fucking lick. You should be ashamed coming out with a face looking like that!" he said and smirked. She sputtered and huffed, and stormed off, and Soul found himself wishing the earth would open up and swallow him.

Thankfully the rest of the trip was uneventful, though a few boys had asked to take pictures with the big baby, but they were all chill about it and Soul was giggling a little, and they got to Spirits house with time to spare. Black star didn't even get a chance to knock on spirits door before it was opened up, clearly the older man had been waiting for them eagerly. "Come in come in! Let me see the baby!" Spirit gushed, and locking his eyes on Soul, you could almost SEE the hearts in his eyes. "oh my gosh! YOUR SO CUTE!" Spirit gushed and Without warning and making Soul drop his diapers, picked him up under his arms and held him up in the air. "Who's a super cutie widdle diaper bootie baby boy? You are! yesh you are! Oh yesh you arm!" He gushed. Soul couldn't help but giggle at the reaction while Black star smirked. "I take it you're both gonna be OK then?" he asked. Spirit set soul on his hip, a arm under the wonderfully thick diaper butt and waved Black star away. "Yes yes, shoo, let unca Spirit and his cute widdle darling diapie baby play!" He said "heh, well then, since I've been dismissed.." Black star chuckled and walked towards them. "Soul be a good boy for 'unca Spirit', and Daddy will see you later, or maybe in the morning depending." Black star said and leaned in, giving his little one a kiss on the cheek. "I-I uh..ehehe..Ok daddy. Bye.. Um..Please t'night thought." Soul said and his thumb was heading for his lips. Dis is a new house and might be scary." "oh nonsense, you'll LOVE it here!" Spirit said, dismissing the big baby's nervousness even as he tugged his thumb away and popped a large pacifier with a black mouth guard in the big babies mouth.

Getting inside and still on his newly dubbed 'unca's' hip, Soul looked around. he'd never been over to Maka's fathers place before as maka and her father didn't exactly get along most of the time. He supposed it would of normally looked like your everyday living room, with a couch set up, a coffee table with some magazines on it and the like, but today it had a LARGE playpen set up just past the coffee table with various baby toys inside of it. 'heh, you like? I was going to go with a normal playpen but I didn't think it would have enough room and didn't want my widdle guy getting all cramped. and I wasn't about to just sit you on the floor and risk you getting into things." Spirit gushed. soul squirmed at that, he wanted to tell Unca that he wasn't a REAL baby and could be trusted, but the paci just felt so damn good in his mouth. 'I'll hafa ask daddy ta get me one.' He thought and let himself get lowered into the playpen. for the most part Soul would normally wear diapers and had some baby outfits, and of course the stuff for diaper changes but aside from some stuffies he more or less didn't totally baby out. "You get nice and comfy in there, And I'll go and warm you up a ba-ba ok little guy?" Spirit asked, leaning over the side of the playpen and Soul suckled and nodded. the room in the playpen was enough that soul would have to take 3-4 steps to get from one side to the other, and the sides were high enough that even if he wanted to, there was NO way he'd of been able to get out on his own, even if he'd been in just ONE diaper. 'Holy crud, I feel JUST like a the baby I'm DRESSED as!' He thought and scooting on his padded bottom, he reached for a stuffed blue ducky and hugged it to his chest, grinning BIG time behind his paci. there was a few soft cloth books, with numbers and ABC's in the playpen with him, and a old speak n spell, not to mention a stuffed bear to go along with the ducky, and a stuffie of Death himself, but in his kid friendly appearance. there was some soft toy blocks and all and all, if soul had been a real baby or toddler, this would of been the mother load. he was up on his knees and trying to see how well the blocks would stack when Unca Spirit came back in, though soul hadn't noticed him yet, he was hunched over slightly as he worked and wiggling that big puffy back side from side to side and Spirit almost had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "heh, I know you're having fun but I got a ba-ba ready for you." Spirit finally said, speaking up. Soul jumped a little, then turned around, a blush on his face and looking sheepish as Spirit came over to the edge of the playpen. "hey, no need to blush little guy, you were having fun, that's what I WANNA see." Spirit said and then held out the bottle for soul. the big baby tugged his paci out and set it on the floor of the playpen, but looked a little uncertain as he reached out for the ba-ba. "what wrong little guy? think it's spiked or something?" spirit teased. "N-No! I just..uh.. " he looked at the comically large, as in maybe one litire big, baby bottle. "I've never used a baby bottle before. well..i mean, I'm sure I did as a baby but like..Daddy just give me drink in big boy cups." soul said, stammering and rubbing the back of his head. "...That is criminal. a big baby like you deserves ba-ba's! and if this is going to be your first, then we're doing it right." Spirit said and withdrew the bottle, and set it on the coffee table then turned back to soul and reached down into the playpen, picking him up. "W-what are yo-" Soul squeaked out as he was effortlessly picked up and carried over to the couch. "Your first time drinking from a bottle, I ust HAVE to bottle feed you." Spirit said and chuckled. "Is that ok?" "I..I guess so." Soul said, blushing and his heart beating fast. 'oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!' he was thinking, never before had he wanted something SO bad, and not known it till this moment.

Cradling the baby in his lap, Spirit mentally chuckled, it was easy to see how eager Soul was to get the full on baby treatment. 'I'm going to have to have a LONG talk with Black star about how to look after a big baby.' He thought, but then shook off the slight anger he was feeling and focused on the bundle of cuteness in his lap as he picked up the baby bottle. "Now I poked 3 holes in the nipple, but if you're not getting your milk fast enough, let me know and I'll go and poke in more OK Lil guy?" He asked. Soul couldn't even talk anymore apparently, his gaze was fixed on the bottle and he was drooling a little as he dumbly nodded. Spirit was tempted for a split second to tease Soul with the bottle, but again chased that thought away and slowly put the nipple to the boys mouth so he wouldn't get squirted in the face. The second he could get his lips around the nipple Soul suckled with a eagerness that was almost lewd and made Spirit blush for a brief second, but he just settled for watching the thirsty boy suckle and chug at his ba-ba, hands coming up and holding onto Spirits arm. "Awww such a good boy, yes you are, you love your milk don't you?" Spirit coo'ed coo'ed softly. Soul nodded as much as he could and closed his eyes, gurgling and cooing even as he chugged away, draining the bottle FAR faster then Spirit would of thought possible, and that made him frown a little as the bottle was rapidly hitting the 2/3's point. "Slow down buddy, you're gonna get a gas bubble." Spirit warned, but he was ignored as Soul, if anything, sped up. "Guess I'll be burping you soon then huh? It's OK. Just know you can have all the ba-ba's you want when you're over at Unca spirits."

Soul hadn't been sure what to expect from the bottle, sure it LOOKED like milk but a small part of him was worried it was gonna be formula or the like. Instead a warm rich creamy milk flooded his mouth and he was in big baby heaven, barely aware as Unca was trying to warn him about something. he had only taken hold of unca's arm because he didn't know what to do with his arm's anyways, and truthfully as he felt himself going total big baby, he didn't trust himself not to start rubbing the front of his diapers. there was a kinda weird pressure building up as he chugged and he let out a small whine that got even louder as the ba-ba was tugged out of his mouth, and he gave out a cry. "Noo! want more!" he babbled in a babyish tone and reached out with his arms as Unca placed the half drained ba-ba on the table. "I know sweetie, but I think I better burp you to be safe." unca said. "den more ba-ba?" soul asked hopefully. "of course." Unca said and soul stopped reaching for it, and clapped his hands together. "Yayy!"

Spirit was a little bit taken back by how rapidly soul was going baby brained, but then again it only made the little guy even more adorable. getting him shifted onto his lap and having a spit rag over a shoulder, he put the big babies head over that shoulder and started to gently but firmly pack his back, and get some pats in on that cute diapered ass. Soul was gurgling and coo'ing like the big baby he was and it didn't take long for a loud belch to erupt out of his mouth, along with a touch of spit up but hey, that was the game when you looked after big babies. he was about to ask if the baby was down when a soft hissing noise was heard, and then loud bubbly farts erupted from the big babies backside. "heh, somebody got make presents?" Spirit asked. "heheh yah yah! Soul making pwesents!" the baby brained boy giggled and scrunched up his face and gave a BIG grunt. the back of the diaper crackled and crinkled as it expanded out and spirit chuckled. "oh my, your making me such a BIG present! good boy soul! Though i can see why your daddy put you in double diapies~" "hehehehe Uh-huh!" the big baby finished destroying the back of his diaper and well, wasn't exactly fresh smelling, but spirit didn't mind one little bit. "well mister stinky pants, if your all done., do you want a diapie change, or do you wanna finish your ba-ba?" Spirit asked, having a feeling he knew the answer. "BA-BA!"

The little guy conked out as he finished off his baby diaper, and Spirit carried him to a changing table he had set up in a makeshift nursery, to change his poo poo pampers. Or at least that had been the plan but halfway there there was a knock at the front door. There was no way Soul was just gonna leave a sleeping baby on the changing table, and it was quicker anyways to just double back and set the stinker in his playpen, then answered the door, shocked to see Black star. "Your uh..Your back sooner then expected." Spirit said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. "Yeahhh Death was just too anal tonight, and not in the good way. I mean, he's fucking amazing in the sack but was NOT worth the headache to-" Black star paused, getting a whiff and smirked. "Wow, already?" "hehehe yeah. Listen, why don't you come in, I'm gonna change the baby and put him down for a little nap, but I think you and me should have a talk about how to properly treat a little ball of cuteness like soul." Spirit said. "..why do i feel like I just got called into the principles office?" Black star asked, gulping.

The end, for now

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ourlastbastion · 5 years ago

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Embers Ch. 1

Takes place 10 years in the future. Sequel to Wild Fire; though readers don’t need to read the prior fic to read this one.

After the defeat of the Acolytes and their leader, Kai Palakiko, in the frozen desert of Antarctica, life had been busy for virtually everyone. The DWMA was occupied with trying to repair the damages that the Acolytes had caused, to rebuild the lives that had been ruined, to help process those that survived and were being locked up. But, mostly, it was spent dealing with the aftermath of a slaughter, and comforting mourning parents.

A lot of people had died during the fight, a lot of people on both sides. Even if it had been a victory for the DWMA, the cost had been steep. The deaths had not just been at the battle of Antarctica, however, rather, there had been bloodshed all over the globe.

During the first year after the victory, things had only gotten worse; members who had not been present for the battle retaliated against the DWMA and against Death. They killed their neighbors in the name of the Acolytes, set off bombs in public places, slaughtered people left and right to avenge their so-called ‘God’. It took so much time, but through suicide attacks and the DWMA hunting these lingering members down, the violence died down too. Still, there was so much left to heal, both personally and globally.

The battle had been horrible, bloody, cruel. Human against human, most of pure souls swayed by differing opinions, brainwashed through generations of cultic beliefs.

It took time before meisters and weapons were able to relax again, able to fall into their old routines. No longer was there a massive cult, an army of humans, sorcerers and witches alike waiting to topple the order of the world.

Everyone needed a distraction, something to let them forget, even if it was just for a single night, the horrors that they had seen and done. And so, the annual Winter Festival was born: a night to celebrate the victory against the Acolytes, and to honor the heroes who fought to the last breath to put an end to them. Every year for the past decade saw parties, festivals and celebrations lit up the sky all over the world on that night.

No place, however, was more festive than Death City, the seat of Lord Death’s power, home to many veterans from the Battle of Antarctica, and the target and source of Kai’s wrath. The city always goes all out for the Winter Festival, so much so that the roads were shut down all day so that preparations could commence, though the celebrations don’t start until the sun sets. Lanterns in the shape of Death's face illuminate streets, flowers hang from signposts and windows, symbolic black and white ribbons and banners flowing about. Pictures of those who died in the fight were set up at a shrine that was set up, and people would leave gifts to their dead friends and family to honor their sacrifices.

Vendors set up booths and tents all over the main road, performers would be out and about, music and plays alike. Children would dash from booth to booth, spending their parents’ money on games and food, while their parents would fight a futile battle to keep their kids in sight or at their side. Students and teachers crowded around stages, or showed off their tricks to enthralled children. People buzzed with life and joy as the moon hung above them, watching in delight. It was the night where everyone would have a good time.

Well, most of everyone.

Maka didn’t hate the festival. She had been there in the fight, she knew how terrible it had gotten, she knew what happened. The festival was something that people needed. But, she couldn’t bring herself to enjoy it, not really. It was a painful reminder of a terrible battle.

It was the ten-year anniversary of the defeat of the Acolytes and of the witch Kai, but it was so much more than that. For Maka, it reminded her of the day that Maleko died, and a part of her couldn’t help but bitterly feel that they were celebrating his death, too. The festival was a reminder of a little boy who would rather die with his mother than live without her.

How could Maka bring herself to fully celebrate with that in the back of her mind?

Maleko had been a friend. He’d been family, during his time at the school she’d come to see him as a baby brother. He’d helped open her eyes, to see that the world wasn’t quite so black and white, that someone’s circumstances of birth didn’t dictate if they were good or evil, that being born wasn’t reason enough to die.

He had been a sorcerer, the enemy of the school, but she could never see him as an enemy. He was kind, he was sweet. All he wanted was to reunite with the woman he considered his mother, all he wanted was to be with his family. He didn’t care about the war, he didn’t care about who was good or who was bad, he just wanted to go home. But he couldn’t, nothing would be the same ever again, even if they’d won the war and beat the DWMA during that fight, he had already lost.

Kai was dying, poisoned by her own companion. Maleko would never have the life he wanted, not when he’d already lost the one person who mattered.

After Maleko had saved her and Soul, she had lost track of him, unable to find his soul in the chaos around them. But she had seen him fall, wrapped up in Kai’s arm, as the final tower she erected crumbled, saw them both fall and be swallowed up by the freezing sea.

She had held out hope, her, Soul, and others who had befriended the boy, they had held onto a sliver of hope that he had survived. But, when the official death tally was counted, when Stein, Sid, and Marie had fished the bodies out of the sea, she couldn’t pretend. Maka had to accept the reality; Maleko was dead.

At first, Maka wanted to hate him. Hate him for choosing to die when he still had so much life to live, decades, centuries even left to live. She screamed, angry that she had lost a friend, heartbroken that she hadn’t been able do anything, something that could have prevented all of this. Soul and Crona had been there for her during that rough few months. Had consoled her while she consoled them. After the grief subsided, she was able to find reason once more.

Maleko, even if he had survived, would never have returned to the DWMA willingly. At the end of it all, he had come to hate them. The school was the reason Kai died, they hunted her down. He’d only have been driven into the arms of the other witches. With his magic, the anger he felt towards them, there was no doubt he would have grown to become one of their greatest enemies, one who only wanted revenge. And, a part of Maka knew that she wouldn’t have been able to blame him.

It had been hard for her to return to the DWMA after that fight. She had been seriously hurt during the fight, and even after she and Soul both recovered, it had been hard to go back to how things had been after the bloodshed and slaughter she had witnessed, had been a part of.

There was little doubt that Maka had her ideals and beliefs, that she believed in the mission of the DWMA, it’s strive to protect the greater good, to be defenders of the people, to fight the monsters that normal men and women couldn’t. She would always believe in that, would always agree with that. But, because of the Acolytes, because of Kai Palakiko, words she had said, truths she had brought to light...well… it was harder for Maka to be as dedicated as she had been. She realized that there was a lot that the school did that was morally ambiguous, that there were decisions the leaders, that Death, made that felt wrong.

Children could be seen as enemies deserving death if they weren’t human. Humans with pure souls could be executed if what they believed in went against the order Lord Death tried to maintain, even if they didn’t think they were in the wrong. The Acolytes had thought Death a false God, thought him to be a wolf among sheep, monster because he was Death, because he recruited children and teens to fight the wars of adults.

Maka could understand where they were coming from, she could see their reasoning for why they would hate him so much. But, they worshipped a witch, they worshipped Kai, who had killed more than any could count, believed her to be a true God and waged war on Death and the DWMA.

And so, they were killed.

They hadn’t been good people, many of them had become killers, fanatical killers. But, they were human, not Kishin Eggs.

It was hard knowing what the right thing was. When things were black and white, it was easy to know what to do, but she had learned the world wasn’t quite that way. There wasn’t a true ‘right’ choice.

Many of the people they fought may never have had a choice, or maybe their were doing what they had been told their whole lives they had to do, and she was killing them without giving them a chance to see that they don’t have to be bad.

Crona, oh Crona, they were a perfect example of it. They had been raised by Medusa, someone Maka would forever consider the worst of the witches, they had been conditioned to be a killer, to be a monster. Crona and Ragnarok had been well on the path of becoming a true Kishin, living a life of bloodshed and madness because they hadn’t known anything else, because they hadn’t been allowed to. But, once given the chance to be something better, Crona blossomed and became something amazing.

Why couldn’t they give others the same chance? Why was it to kill first, question second?

It wasn’t like she could just stop, though. She and Soul were a team, and she was to make Soul a better Death Scythe than her father had ever been. But, it was harder for her to look at the missions and job requests and not question them. Did these people have reasons behind their actions? Were they hurting others because they were protecting someone else? Were they the victims and they just finally lashed back after years of abuse and pain? Had there been a force outside their control that drove them to such drastic means that their souls became tainted?

Could it be resolved without taking their soul?

It made her reluctant, hesitant where she would have been decisive. Soul had noticed. Crona had noticed. All her friends had noticed. None mentioned it, perhaps understanding her moral struggle. Even so, Maka did her best to push on with a smile, to continue working hard.

After a few years, they graduated. They went their separate ways, followed their own paths.

BlackStar and Tsubaki were in Japan, training at Tsubaki’s family home, while also helping Death Scythe Azusa in keeping local witch covens and yakuza clans from getting out of hand. From the letters Tsubaki regularly wrote to her, it seemed that they were doing well, that BlackStar was enjoying himself, and that he was right at home there.

Kid came back now and then, but he, Liz, and Patty were usually on the move, going after one witch or another, communicating mostly through call. His father couldn’t leave the city, so Kid did the work for him. Liz had even gotten a job as a journalist for a fashion magazine that she worked on while they travelled. Maka always kept an eye out for any of her articles.

The only ones who stayed in the city were Soul, Crona, and Ragnarok. The Demon Sword often complained that if he was able to, he would have left them a long time ago; Maka doubted that was true, he loved his meister, he wouldn’t abandon Crona. Her relationship with both Soul and Crona had deepened over the years, it had felt completely natural for them to grow so close.

Spirit had suggested she apply to be a teacher at the academy. Maka had considered it, she was suited to be a teacher, she knew all the material, she felt that she was good at mentoring others. The idea of teaching the newest generations of meisters and weapons was tempting, it really was. But, Maka didn’t want to be anchored to Death City. She wanted to be out in the world, doing good, taking missions and helping people, protecting people. She still had to make Soul into a Death Scythe.

Staying in Death City would mean that her opportunity to do so would be limited. So, she refused and continued to take jobs with Soul. Maka was careful about the jobs she took, no longer blindly accepting that everyone on the lists were irredeemably evil. In a way, it had made her all the better of a meister.

Some missions, though, even Maka had trouble trying to see the others view, had trouble thinking of ways they might not be as bad as the missions made them out to be.

“And, so you see, this makes the seventh child in the past month to go missing in the area,” Death said, bouncing in his spot as he stood before Maka and Soul. There was a map showing on his mirror, a large area of England circled in red. “A further study showed that there have been almost fifty reported abductions in the area in the past two years where the child has yet to be found, even more likely to have been unreported.”

No matter how much Maka may try, she couldn’t fathom what reasoning a person might have to justify child abduction.

“And you want us to go and investigate, correct?” Maka asked, standing straight and stiff as she faced Lord Death, ignoring her papa who stood at his own side.

Death gave a slight bow. “Yes, that’s is correct, The police have done all that they can, but haven’t made much progress. It will just be the two of you, however, I don’t want to send a large group in fear that the kidnappers may notice. If they know more people are snooping around, they’ll get cautious. At worst, they might even flee before we catch their trail.”

“Going around and stealing kids, how uncool can you be?” Soul shook his head, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. His expression was his usually relaxed, lazy one, but Maka could see the underlying disgust in his eyes, that unspoken hate towards these kidnappers. “Not a single one’s come home yet?”

“Unfortunately, none have been found,” Spirit spoke up, holding a stack of papers in his hands and glancing through them. “The police can give you more information when you get there, and since we expect you to be down there for a while, we’ll arrange for a place to stay in the meantime, as well as some financial assistance so that you won’t be lacking necessities.”

“Considering that it is the Winter Festival tonight, we can assume there is a high chance another child may go missing during it,” Death added. “Which makes it even more important that we find who has been stealing these children, and more so, to find the children and bring them home.”

Maka frowned, he was right. Everyone would be out during the festival, not just in Death City, but all over. It’d be easy for someone to snatch a child when they were constantly running from their parents side during the night. They could disguise themselves as a vendor or performer, lure the child away. “There’s no way we’ll make it there in time for the festival,” Maka warned. They’d be there by morning at the earliest. It was a ten hour flight, and they were only human.

“I’m aware,” Death agreed, “I would have arranged for this sooner, but until now, the police have insisted on handling this on their own; our aid has only just been requested.”

This was the kind of mission that Maka could do, that she could do and not feel doubts, not second guess the guilt of her enemy. There was no way to second guess or to doubt, there was no way that those responsible weren’t a terrible person. She knew this was a mission she would be focused and steadfast on, and there was little doubt that her papa and Lord Death knew. She’d do what she had to in order to find these kids. If they were still alive, her mind added. There was no guarantee that they were still okay.

She just had to hope that they were.

“When we head out there, where do you suggest we head to first?” Soul asked.

Clapping his hands together, the reaper gave them a nod. “Yes, yes. Once you arrive, you’ll be meeting with Detective Caine from the local police department. He’ll debrief you on everything that’s going on,” he explained. “He’s the lead detective on the case who you’ll be working with.”

Spirit took a step forward, “He’s apparently pretty charming, but Maka, you can’t fall for anything he might say,” he was quick to say. “If he tries anything on you, too, just give me a call and I’ll take the first plane down there!”

It took all her willpower not to roll her eyes. Maka was a grown woman now, and her father was still acting like this. She could take care of herself. “We haven’t even met him,” she chided her father instead. “I’m not going to fall for some guy I just met, what year do you think this even is?”

Even if she was the sort of person to believe in love at first sight, what could this detective potentially have to offer that could trump the ones she already had in her life? But, that was beside the point. “Is there anything else we need to know?” she asked the two instead.

“This has been under investigation for a few years already, so there is quite a case file already formed. That being said, I’m sure the police will be more than happy to assist you and Soul in whatever you need,” Death said, his voice was far too cheery considering they were talking about a case revolving children being stolen away. “We’ve already covered your expenses for the plane, all that needs to be done is for you two to pack what you need and head out.”

“Make sure you call me once you land, too! Call me every day!” Spirit added, which Maka promptly ignored.

Instead, she gave Lord Death a bow, “Understood. We’ll head out as soon as we can.”

“We’ll catch these kidnappers in no time,” Soul added with a crooked smirk and a nod towards Spirit and Death. “Those kids will be back home before you know it.”

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At the completion of the mission debriefing, the two had gone straight to their shared apartment to prepare for the coming trip. They still shared their home with Blair, and for the duration of any mission away from home, this one included, she was the one who would tend to their home in their absence. As such, Maka needed to make sure that Blair would have enough money to cover groceries and emergency expenses. Some of these expenses would probably end up being fish or wine, but so long as the cat caused no trouble while they were gone, she would be fine with it.

The two were going to be joining an investigation that had been in the works for a few years by now, so it was hard to gauge just how long to pack for when Maka didn’t know just how long they would be gone for. In the end, she decided that a weeks’ worth of clothes and other necessities should suffice. If they were there for longer, which she imagined they likely would be, then they could use local laundromats to clean their clothes and buy what else they needed while there. So, by the end of it all, she and Soul both had about two bags packed and ready to go.

There wasn’t much that Maka could say happened within the next handful of hours after that. She and Soul had gone to the airport and took a plane to England, to the small city where the heart of the investigation was taking place. There hadn’t been anything of note that had happened during that time.

The plane ride had been smooth, save for a few bouts of turbulence and a small bit of drama between some screaming children. Maka had taken the time to start reading a new book while Soul napped.

When the plane landed, it was getting late.

Carrying her bags as she left the doors, Maka looked at the throngs of people coming in and out of the airport, Soul right behind her. “Well, here we are,” she said. The sun was setting, the moon rising, people didn’t’ seem to be too anxious. “Where do you suppose we should go? Find a hotel or go straight to the police?”

Soul yawned, somehow still sleepy despite the nap he took on the plane. “We should probably check in with the station, let them know that we arrived,” he licked his lips and moved aside for a mother and her son to get by. “That way they know to contact us if something happens.”

“Right,” Maka nodded and started walking. They’d need to find a map, or maybe they could ask someone to point them the way to it. “Let’s give Crona a call when we settle in to a hotel later, too. I wanna know how their mission is going.” And it had been a while since she got to hear their voice; they’d been sent on a mission by Lord Death two weeks ago, and since then they only got to talk over the phone a small number of times.

Laughing, Soul followed beside her. “I’m sure Ragnarok has been making it miserable,” he joked and shook his head. “But, yeah, I’d like that. Be nice to check up on them, make sure they’re doing okay.”

They could talk, maybe not for too long—it was late, and even if Brazil was roughly three or so hours behind them, Maka didn’t want to keep Crona up for too long, especially not with how dangerous a mission Crona and Ragnarok were on. Maybe just a short call, a hello, make sure they were okay, that’d be fine.

Before Maka could go another step, a hand landed on her shoulder, bringing her to stop and firmly tugging her backward.

Instinctively, Maka reeled away, wrenching herself free from whoever had grabbed her and reaching for Soul, readying to face some thug who thought he was trying to be tough and probably preparing to mug them.

However, it wasn’t some street thug who had stopped them, not even a witch or Kishin Egg. When Maka turned around, what she saw—who she saw was a young man, a good few years older than her and Soul, dressed in a white button up and slacks, holding the suit’s jacket over his shoulder. The stranger had a handsome enough face, Maka supposed, and had a head of long hair that was a shade more orange than red, tied back in a messy ponytail. He looked like he could be some hired thug, but at the same time there was something about him that made her feel that he wasn’t one.

His eyes were gold in color, yet were much like Soul’s in shape. Even as he stared at the two, with one hand hanging onto the jacket he draped over his shoulder, the other—the one that had grabbed Maka—pulling back to hang at his side, he watched them with a look of disinterest. Maka’s eyes went lower on his body, taking in the sight of the likely loaded gun strapped to his hip.

Giving them both a once over, he tilted his head to the side, looking unimpressed with what he saw of the two. “Maka Albarn? Soul Evans?” the stranger asked.

Soul took a step forward, staring up at this man with a frown. “Yeah. And you are?” he asked carefully. Like Maka, he was a bit suspicious of being stopped and called out by a complete stranger, and it was clear by the look on his face that he didn’t appreciate Maka being grabbed and yanked back the way that she had been.

Maka frowned, tearing her gaze from the gun to look up at the mans face. He was taller than both of them, and in a way he looked like he easily intimidated others—but not Maka, and not Soul. They’d faced people scarier than him, tougher than him. He was going to have to try a lot harder to make either of them nervous.

As if to answer Soul’s question, a police badge was held up. “Elijah Caine,” the stranger introduced, holding the badge out for the two of them to see. “You two will be coming with me.”

It wasn’t a request.

He had already turned around and was walking away, his badge back to where it had been hung on his belt. He didn’t wait to make sure that Soul and Maka agreed, didn’t stop to make sure they were, indeed, following him. Elijah Caine just started walking away expecting the two to do just as he told them to do.

Soul frowned, “That’s Detective Caine?” Soul muttered to Maka, picking his bags up and following behind the man, making sure to keep enough of a distance from him that their whispers wouldn’t be heard.

Following suit, Maka shook her head. She had only heard of the man during their debriefing, and neither Lord Death or her father had painted that much of a picture of what kind of person he would be. Even so… “I expected him to be a bit…”

“Less of a dick?” Soul finished for her.

“Yeah,” Maka chuckled.

Elijah didn’t even turn to look at them. “How about you two quit your jawing and pick up the pace?” he asked them. “Or did you forget you’re here for a job and not a vacation?”

He was unpleasant, and Maka was finding that she wasn’t too big of a fan of him. However, she did quiet down and walk a bit faster; as much of a grump this detective seemed to be, he had a valid point: They were here to help with a series of children going missing, not to have fun. She couldn’t blame him if he was temperamental, this was a pretty serious issue.

So she followed Elijah through the streets with Soul scowling at her side, making sure to keep any snide remarks she had to herself. Now was not the time or place to be snippy.

Eventually they were lead to the precinct, a rather nondescript building on the outside. Elijah only said a few quick words to a few others on the way in for the cops to ignore Soul and Maka, and with that he had them being taken to a glass meeting room with a long oval table in the center of it.

There were a few whiteboards littered with case notes, scene photos, and names. A few carboard boxes were on the table, stuffed full of files that Maka could only assume were about this case. A couple of other officers were moving about the room, talking and discussing theories and ideas while flipping through one file and writing on the boards. The trashcans were full of empty Styrofoam coffee cups.

The people looked tired and stressed.

“Those are the files,” Elijah said, dragging a box over and shoving in to Maka. “Look through any of these that you want. We’ve got a list of suspects, but all of them have solid alibis for each kidnapping. What have you been told so far?”

Maka picked up the first file in the box, flipping it open and skimming the contents. “Kids have been getting stolen away. You’ve had about fifty in the past few years,” she answered, closing the file and picking up another, it’s information was fairly similar to the other; child had been alone, parent had left them alone for a few minutes to do something and when they came back the child was gone.

Taking a seat, Elijah threw his jacket over the back of the chair. “Half-right,” he said. “There has been fifty-eight reported cases of children going missing within a twenty-mile radius of this city, all within two years. Considering not all parents actually care, the exact number of children who are missing is no doubt higher.”

That didn’t make Maka feel any better.

Soul took a seat, leaning back and staring back at Elijah cooly. “And if it’s been two years, why haven’t you asked for help sooner?” he asked. “You sure waited a long time to ask Lord Death to send someone to help you, waited until there were too many kids gone. This an attempt to save face or something?”

He was baiting him, looking for a reaction, but Elijah gave him none. His gaze wasn’t stoic, it wasn’t uncaring, it was tired, it was the look of a man who didn’t have a single fuck left to give to the two of them. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, mate. Call it bureaucratic bullshit.” Elijah reached over to grab a coffee from the table, probably cold by now and already half-drank. “Politicians wanting to protect their bloody pride by not accepting outside help.”

“You don’t sound like you agree,” Soul continued.

“I don’t. They sat on their hands too fucking long and look where we are now,” Elijah responded, drinking the cold coffee.

Maka ignored them as they talked, instead focusing on the files as she went through one after the other, skimming through and taking in the information quickly until she had gone through half the files in the box. It was then that she looked up at the detective.

“You said it had been two years, right?” she asked, and when Elijah hummed a response, she continued. “Who was the first recorded victim?”

Elijah watched her evenly for a few moments before getting up from his seat. He pulled over another file box, rummaging through the folders before pulling one out. “Amanda Lewis,” he answered, opening it and sliding it across the table to Maka and Soul. “Twelve years old. Two years ago she left school but never made it home.”

Maka took the file into her hands, looking at the girl in the photo. She was small, long black hair, dark eyes. What Maka noticed first was that it was a school photo that was used in the file, not a personal one, not the kind of photo the family would have kept in their home. She moved the paper to look at other photos, her school, the route she was known to usually take, her house, her room.

Leaning over to look at the file, Soul glanced at the papers and then at Maka. “What’s going on in that brain of yours, Maka?” he asked.

She frowned, looked at the papers. This was the official start of it all, the first child who went missing. Well, if Maka and Soul were going to be on the case, they needed to start from the beginning. “Detective Elijah, is there any way we can speak with the Lewis family tomorrow?”

Elijah raised a brow, “You have their statements right there,” he pointed out.

“I have questions I’d like to ask that aren’t found in here.”

There was a small pause, Elijah once again assessing her, “We’d like to avoid causing more distress to the families,” he said slowly, carefully. “But, if you think it’s important that we talk with them again, I’ll make the call and arrange for a meeting with them. Anything else?”

Maka began reorganizing the files, putting them back into their boxes. “Can we takes these with us? So we can read them and be ready for tomorrow?” she asked him. They’d need to familiarize themselves with the details of the case, and it’d be easier for them to do so when they get to their hotel rooms rather than try and read through the files all right here.”

“We’ve got copies of the files, so take the boxes with you,” Elijah nodded, grabbing the other two boxes and shoving them towards Soul and Maka. “If that’s all, then you two can leave, do your readings, and I’ll call you both tomorrow about meeting with the Lewis’. Get your sleep, and get ready because I can guarantee this isn’t going to be some easy hunt a monster and be done with it case like you’re familiar with.”

Soul chuckled as he stood, picking up a box and holding it in his arms, “If that’s your way of saying we’re not up to snuff, then you’re in for a treat.”

#Embers #Soul Eater #Adrian's Writing

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mookoo-writes · 6 years ago

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~Soothing Pain~ (Soul x Trans Male! Reader)

Authors Note: How did I just now figure out I can write fanfic on my phone. Anyway, here a thing no one asked for.

This wasn't supposed to be as long as it is oops. That's what I get for getting carried away at 1:30 a.m.

Fandom: Soul Eater

Pairing(s): Soul x Trans Male! Reader

Warning(s): reader is on his period, cursing probably

Anyway, please enjoy~

”Hey hey! Pass it over here!”

”Watch the elbow!”

Ah yes, another sunny day and another opportunity to join your friends in a game of basketball missed. If it were your decision, you would be out on the court shooting hoops. But no, your body wouldn't allow that. It just decided to start bleeding on your day off.

So their you were, laying in the fetus position on the bench. The pain is so overwhelming that you began to feel dizzy.

”Hey Y/n!” you blinked, trying to clear your vision. ”Are you feeling alright?” Maka glanced over at your shaking form. ”Just peachy. Do you happen to have any pain killers?”

”I don't think so. Liz might tho.” Liz looked over at the sound of her name.

”Pain killers?”

”Oh, yea. They're in my bag- hey no fair!” Black Star snatched the ball away from the distracted girl and took a shot for his team.

The teams began arguing but did you care? No. All you were focused on was trying to find those pills in Lizz’s bag.

After what felt like forever, you finally find what you were looking for. Twisting the baby proof lid, you shook two pills out of the bottle and into your hand.

”You know you didn't have to come if your feeling like shit” You turn your head to see Soul standing in front of you with a water bottle in hand. You looked at the bottle, then at him. ”Can I have some of that?” He handed it to you and watch as you swallowed the pills with a single drink of water.

”What gave away my pain? Was it the groaning?” You sarcastically remarked. ”I think he looks fine! After all, I need someone actually challenging!” Black Star threw the ball your dedication thinking you would catch it.

He thought wrong. You were, in fact, not going to catch it. Soul stepped in and swatted it a different detection. ”Hey, watch it!” Soul signed to himself as he looked back at you. ”Let me take you home. You look like my hair.”

”Thank you?” He chuckled to himself while pulling you up on your feel. The world spun at the sudden movement. You closed your eyes to stop the dizziness but ended up falling into Soul.

”Do you need me to carry you?” You gave a slight nod. He turned around, ready for you to hop on his back. You did so, throwing your arms around his neck so you don't fall.

”I’m going to bring Y/n home. I'll see you guys tomorrow.” everyone waved you two and continued on with their game.

As you and Soul made your way back to your home, Soul sighed. ”The things I do for you.” You chuckled at this and buried your face in his shoulder. ”Yea, but you love me.”

”Y/n, that's gay.”

Silence overtook you two. You looked up from your place on his shoulder to his face.

”Soul, we've been dating for a year.”

Soul let out a laugh. ”Yea yea I know. I just like messing with you.”

You rolled your eyes and placed your cheek on his shoulder so you're still looking at him. His white hair flowing in the wind and sharp teeth forming a smile. Wait, where did the hearts come from? And why is everything pink? Okay, hallucination is a new one.

A stabbing feeling brought you out of your thoughts. A groan escaped your mouth as you clung tighter to your personal taxi.

Soul notices this and looks back. ”Don't worry, we're almost there.”

A muffled ”Thank fuck” was heard from you. ”Periods really suck. Makes me feel less of a man.” The sad tone in your voice made Soul stop in his tracks. His hands tighten around your legs. ”If you, a male, is working through this kind of pain every month then I think you're more of a man than Kid.” You opened your eyes to look at him. ”Really?” Soul chuckle and continued walking. ”Yea. He can't even function if his name isn't written perfectly.”

You laughed, a bright smile forming on your face because of your supportive boyfriend.

”Where here” You hadn't even realized you two entered the dorm building until Soul had said something. ”Keys.” You handed him your room keys that were dangling from your pants.

As you two entered your dorm, your boyfriend immediately placed you on the couch. Scavenging for whatever pillows and blankets were lying around, Soul placed all of them on top of you.

You rearranged the mound of blankets and placed the pillows comfortably around yourself. ”Not gonna save room for me?” Soul playfully rose an eyebrow. ”I didn't think you were staying.” you moved some pillow to the side to make room for him. ”I mean, I don't have to stay.” Soul sat down next to you, an arm draped over your shoulder. It didn't look like he was moving any time soon.

”Stay” You shifted to lay on his chest and closed your eyes, going into a much-needed nap.

#soul eater #soul x reader #soul eater evans x reader #my works

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silvvergears · 5 years ago

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Late Shift

Happy birthday to @echotovalley, long time friend and enabler of Stupid Shit. This particular kind of Stupid - not even remotely edited Stupid - was based on an idea of hers that I decided to run with, so I hope I did it justice! Thanks so much for all you’ve done for me over the years, and here’s to many more~

Working night audit had long been Maka’s favorite shift, had been ever since Azusa had suggested Maka work a couple overnight shifts during the week. Though she missed her coworkers and their lively personalities, Maka loved having the night to herself; just the quiet lobby playlist and occasional sleepy-eyed guest to keep her company. It was on these long nights that Maka would sit with either her school notes or latest novel and let the sounds of the lobby act sooth the frustrations of the week.

That wasn’t to say nothing ever went wrong during the night shift, but at least it didn’t all go wrong at once. And Azusa trusted Maka with the night shift because she could handle whatever their guests tried to throw at her. Even the musically-inclined ones.

The late shift had gotten significantly more exciting while the orchestra was in her hotel, and Maka had come in expecting a night of noise complaints and escorting musicians away from the bar (Her only consolation was that a certain white-haired violinist was apparently a fan of his beauty sleep and never bothered her late at night). But it seemed that an important performance by the orchestra earlier in the evening had tired the whole group out, and Maka’s night had been blissfully easy.

Maybe that was why she had let her guard down.

Maka had made herself comfortable, jacket draped over the back of her chair as she curled up in her chair with her latest novel, when she noticed the music. It wasn’t the standard soft-pop hits that made up their lobby playlist, which at this point, Maka had heard so many times she barely heard them at all anymore. No, it was the soft playing of a lonely piano, each note drifting lazily through the quiet lobby. That was odd, they usually only had a pianist in the bar on the weekends… and certainly not at 2:47 in the morning.

This had ‘orchestra tomfoolery’ written all over it.

Groaning, Maka tucked a room key into her book to save her spot before standing. She didn’t bother to grab her jacket as she walked out from behind the desk, making sure the door was locked before making her way to the restaurant and bar. With the way the lobby was set up, the bar cut off Maka’s view of the baby grand piano until she was basically on top of it, and she spent the walk preparing her best customer service smile and ‘It’s 2 AM and I am not afraid to kick you out’ voice. It was a little odd walking through the restaurant without Patti’s beaming smile or Blair’s curling grin to meet her, but Maka’s steps didn’t falter until after she turned the corner and saw the head of white hair behind the piano.

Oh, for the love of God-

Maka’s annoyance died a quick, quiet death when she realized it was not, in fact, Wes Evans trying her patience yet again and banging away on an instrument he did not play just to prove he could. Instead, it was the younger, quieter Evans, seemingly unaware of Maka as he played. Maka’s interactions with Soul had so far been limited to requests for toothbrushes - he kept loosing them - or profound and exhausted apologies for Everything About Wes. He had struck her as the more sensible of the two, and it was only that that kept her from storming up to the piano and demanding he leave.

(Or at least, that’s what she told herself. To admit otherwise would mean admitting that something about his peaceful expression had struck a chord with something in her, and that was just not going to happen.)

Instead, Maka kept close to the darker parts of the empty restaurant, watching Soul curiously. He looked like he had just come from the concert hall, jacket laying next to him on the bench and tie hanging limply around his neck. He’d even begun to unbutton his shirt, the dim light catching on shiny scar tissue near the neckline of his shirt in a very distracting way. His posture was lazy and slouched, but his fingers still moved perfectly across the keys, wrists straight.

The song he played was unfamiliar to her, a slow, sleepy lullaby that meandered from key to key. Maka had never been very musically literate, only understanding a song if she had lyrics or choreography to help her, but somehow Soul’s playing managed to reach even her. She felt just as peaceful and relaxed as he looked, her body subconsciously leaning against the wall lazily as she wrapped her arms around herself loosely.

If she listened closely, she thought she could hear Soul humming to himself, the deep timbre of his hushed voice striking against the soft, raw part of her being that his music had exposed.

She forgot all about the front desk, about her novel and waiting homework. Her stress from school and all of her upcoming exams seemed to drain from her as she slumped in her spot, eyes closed. For a moment, nothing existed outside of the dark restaurant and the pianist playing in the only dim light in the room.

Maka opened her eyes just in time to see the exact moment when Soul realized he wasn’t alone, his wine-dark eyes meeting hers in a heartbeat of a moment before he started almost violently and his knees crashed into the piano while his fingers tripped over the keys awkwardly. Maka snorted into her palm, eyes scrunched with amusement as Soul shot her a painfully awkward smile and scrambled for his phone. The screen lit up his face so she had a perfect view as he realized exactly what time it was.

“Shit,” he hissed quietly.

“Mhm,” Maka replied, pressing her lips together to keep from grinning too widely.

“Shit,” he repeated, scrambling for his jacket as he tried to step away from the piano and only managed to trip over the bench, long legs caught awkwardly as he struggled not to fall or kick at the keys. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t think it was that late-” he said, keeping his voice low as if he feared speaking at a normal volume would wake the whole hotel. “I just- I couldn’t sleep so I was walking around and I-”

“Soul,” Maka interrupted, amusement clear in her voice. The sound of his name brought the flustered musician to a dead halt, looking at her with wide eyes. “It’s fine,” she reassured, “you weren’t bothering anyone. I’m the only person in the lobby right now, anyways.”

“I promise I don’t normally do this,” he repeated in the same way he usually said ‘I’m so sorry about my brother’.

“Play piano? I figured doing that regularly was a prerequisite for the whole ‘orchestra’ thing.”

Soul’s eyes went wide, then narrowed. “Oh, god, you’re as bad as he is.”

“I take deep offense to that,” Maka said loftily. She moved closer, Soul watching her warily the whole time. She bent down, scooping up the tie that had slipped from around his neck in his frantic scramble and holding it up to him. “Really though, you’re perfectly alright. If you had been Gopher, I might have had a problem, but since it’s you…” She shrugged.

“Since it’s me?” Soul murmured.

“You haven’t given me any trouble yet, so I figure I can let some late night practice slide just this once,” she said with a smile. “Also, I really liked your lullaby.”

Maka couldn’t be sure in the dim half-light, but she could swear Soul’s already dark skin flushed.

“Thanks,” he said softly, finally taking his tie from her outstretched hand.

“I didn’t recognize it, who’s the composer?” she asked curiously. Now she definitely knew Soul was blushing, his ears dark with embarrassment between messy strands of white hair.

“Uh, you probably wouldn’t recognize the name,” he muttered. “Real niche.”

A single dusty-brown eyebrow lifted. “Try me.”

Soul shifted awkwardly. “Um. Evans.”

Both eyebrows went up. “You-?” Soul nodded, looking anywhere but at Maka. Her shocked expression went soft. “Soul, that was beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he said again, looking about ten seconds from an embarrassed meltdown. Maka took pity on the pianist and gestured for him to follow her back out of the restaurant and into the softly-lit lobby.

“I work the night shift once a week,” she told him as they walked. “If you want to practice on the grand at night, just make sure it’s on a night I’m here, and let me know.”

“You’re… gonna let me practice in the lobby? Just like that?” Soul shook his head. “Actually, no, don’t answer that, I don’t want you to reconsider.” Maka couldn’t help her amused snort.

“Hey, you’re not the sibling trying to practice in the cabanas, I think I can be a little lenient based on good behavior.” That got a chuckle from Soul, and Maka’s ears seemed to drink the sound in. Geeze, his voice was deep. Maka tried not to find that really attractive.

“I’ll continue to be on my best, then,” he said, stopping in front of the elevators that led up to the rooms. Maka stopped a few steps away, hands clasped behind her back as she turned to look at him. “I guess apologizing again would be in poor taste?” he said with a shy, crooked grin.

“Play something bad, and then I’ll accept your apology,” she told him, waving. “Have a good night, Soul.”

“You too,” he said softly, “… Maka.”

(Any shivers that went up her spine at the sound of her name spoken in Soul’s deep, sleepy voice were immediately blamed on the late hour and the sleep she so obviously was lacking.)

Extra:

Wes was generally very easy-going; happy to go with the flow and let his life take him where it will. As long as it took him to bed by ten. A man needed his eight hours, after all.

So rooming with his insomniac brother had been… a trial, to put it kindly.

Luckily, his expensive soundproofing headphones and eye mask helped Wes keep his strict sleep schedule without much intervention. Unfortunately, they couldn’t stop the call of nature, which is how Wes found himself awake at nearly three in the morning, faced with an empty bed and a missing brother.

“Come on, man,” Wes groaned, heading to the desk and his charging phone. Insomnia or not, Soul could have at least left a note or something before wandering off. Easy-going he may be, he was a big brother first and foremost, and he worried about Soul being alone in a strange place at such a late hour.

Thankfully, before he could finish his text, the prodigal son returned, looking… rather alarmingly flushed, actually. Late night walks were not that strenuous, especially at Soul’s base speed of ‘meander’.

“Hello?” Wes said, setting his phone back down. Soul looked at him with wide eyes, making a strangled sound before his back hit the door and he slid to the ground, hands over his eyes. Wes was at his side in a heartbeat, resting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You okay, Soul?” he asked, looking him over for any sign of being jumped or attacked.

“Peachy,” Soul groaned into his hands, bony knees up to his chest.

“Wanna explain before I assume the worst?”

Soul sighed. “I may have found the baby grand in the restaurant while I was walking around.”

Wes grinned. Ah, yes, that made sense. He had wondered how long Soul would be able to resist the chance to play such a lovely instrument. “Got caught by the front desk?” he said sympathetically.

Soul nodded.

“Got chewed out, huh?”

Soul shook his head.

Wait, what?

“She liked my composition,” Soul nearly whined, curling up further away from a very confused Wes. Again, huh? Soul was a talented composer, whether he believed so or not, but praise of his music had never flustered him like this. In fact, Soul only got flustered like this around…

Soul must have sensed the wide, shit-eating grin that spread across Wes’s handsome features, because he didn’t even have his mouth open all the way to tease his brother about a certain blonde front desk agent before Soul was shoving his jacket in Wes’s face, hissing for him to shut the fuck up, Wes.

#soul eater #soma #hotel au #maka albarn #soul evans #wes evans

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hidding-in-shadows · 6 years ago

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weak endeavors chapter four: instinct

@soulxmakaweek

Summary: For SoMa Week 2019. Soul’s an underground boxer who’s just trying to make some extra money to start his own life, it’s not his fault that his trainer’s daughter seems to catch his eye, and he can’t seem to stop her from wiggling her way into his life. Mature for adult language and situations.

FFN Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13266914/1/weak-endeavors

Archive of Our Own Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18549988/chapters/4396711

Sorry this chapter is a day late, I’m a teacher and had a tough day yesterday so I didn’t have a chance to finish proofing it. Here’s the chapter now though! Enjoy!

Trivia night use to be the worst, but with Maka on the team, Soul actually felt proud.

It had been something Blake had started a few months back to bring in customers to the bar, and Soul typically worked on those nights because people seemed to actually enjoy trivia. After Maka had begun to show up and play until the bar closed (and distract Soul), Blake had decided to let Soul have trivia nights off. Currently, their team consisted of Maka, Soul, Kilik, and Kid. The remainder of the group was working, besides Tsubaki, who was trying her best to fight off a cold.

Their group stood around a cocktail table, each of them with a drink in hand and eyes glued onto the T.V. screen in the back of the bar. It was an app game of some sort, where each team put their name in. A question would then pop up on the T.V. and the teams would have to answer within a given time limit. So far, there were only three teams playing, but their team was in the lead by two hundred points.

Maka was tucked against Soul’s side, his arm around her waist as they laughed at a joke Kilik told them. Another month had come and gone, a month since Soul had woken up to a hungover Maka cuddled into his chest. A month of his heartbeat picking up a little more every time she touched him or left one of her casual kisses.

“Oh, I know this one,” Maka gasped as she looked at the app on her phone quickly, tapping rapidly on one of the answers. A green check mark appeared on the screen and the team received two hundred more points.

The next questions flashed on the T.V. screen. What does the term ‘piano’ mean?

“Pick B,” Soul said as he sipped on his drink. Maka blinked at him for a moment before picking the answer, to be played softly. A green check mark flashed on the phone again, and the team got another two hundred points. Maka looked up at him and smiled.

“How did you know that?”

“I play piano.”

“Really,” Maka turned towards him and Soul let his arm drop, already missing her warmth, “how come I never knew that?”

“Never came up,” Soul finished the last of his drink, “I’m gonna grab another drink. Want anything?”

“Nope,” Maka smiled at him again and looked back at the T.V. as Kilik said to press answer C. Soul smiled as he watched her and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head before walking to the bar.

“You’re in it, man,” Blake said once he arrived to help Soul.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Soul rolled his eyes and took his drink. When he joined the others, the round for trivia night was over and they had won. Maka looked happy as she talked to the others and Soul slid into the conversation.

“I didn’t know you were into the arts,” Kilik said as Soul joined, “you know, I’m in the visual arts program as Uni. They have a pretty good music program too.”

“You should apply,” Maka gasped, turning to slap Soul on the chest, “it’s perfect.”

“Whoa, easy there,” Soul looked at the group, “I haven’t played in a while, I just mess around with writing stuff. The only piano I have is some electric keyboard I found on the side of the road a few months ago. Plus, I work at two dead-end jobs. I don’t have money for a University.”

“There’s scholarships,” Kid spoke up, “and I think my father made sure there were enough for at least five admissions per program. He’s good at that kinda stuff, thought I think five is a little high.”

“Yeah, and loans,” Maka chimed in, “I used loans, which suck because you have to pay them back, but I could help you fill out paperwork.”

“I’m good,” Soul took a sip of his drink, “besides, I don’t even think I wanna go back to school.”

“You don’t think,” Maka tapped his head with her finger, “that’s for sure.”

“Hey, watch it blondie.”

Maka stuck her tongue out at Soul before leaving to use the restroom. He watched as she walked away and into the hallway that lead to the restrooms. He turned back to Kilik and Kid who were now debating the pros and cons of college admissions. Soul wondered how he tolerated the two whenever they began to debate.

“Why haven’t you thought about school, Soul?” Kilik asked, trying to get out of the conversation with Kid.

“Dunno,” Soul shrugged, “money and timing mostly.”

“Well, like you said earlier, you’ve got two jobs now,” Kid said, “and you’ve been in this area for, what, a year now? Do you think you’re going to move somewhere else any time soon?”

“I haven’t thought about it, but you never know.”

“I think you should at least tour,” Kilik finished the last of his own beer, “just to check out the place. It’s a history school, so about half the classes revolve around the history or your major and when you graduate, you have a certification in the history of whatever you’re majoring. I’ll have a certification in modern-era sculptures and architecture.”

“Maka told me you did a lot of sculptures. What do you use?”

“Mostly metals. I like to heat them up and see how they react.”

“Pyromaniac,” Kid smirked. Kilik punched the other man in the shoulder and then went to get himself another drink.

“If you want a tour I can set one up,” Kid said, turning towards Soul, “since my father’s out of town right now I have been taking over some of his duties as dean. I can arrange a private tour, have you introduced to some professors as well.”

“Thank Kid, but I don’t really think that’s my kinda crowd.”

“Just think about it.”

“Okay,” Soul’s eyes flicked to the hallway Maka had disappeared down, “I’ll think about it.”

“I grabbed another one for you too Kid,” Kilik joined the guys again, putting down a second beer bottle, “when does the next trivia round start?”

“How long has Maka been gone?” Soul asked, looking for the clock in the bar.

“I don’t know,” Kid replied, looking at his watch, “maybe ten, fifteen minutes? But the women’s restroom is usually a pretty long wait.”

“Yeah, but there’s not too many girls here tonight,” Soul took a sip from his beer before putting it down on the cocktail table, “I’ll be right back.”

“So protective,” Kilik sighed as Soul walked away.

Soul made his way towards the hallway, mumbling excuse me as he pushed past a few people. As he got closer, he heard a familiar, rugged voice echoing from the hallways followed by Maka’s own retorte.

“I said,” Maka snarled as Soul rounded the corner, “no thanks.”

As the scene unfolded, Soul felt the voice inside of his head laugh madly.

Maka was pushed up against the wall, eyes made of fire as Ragnarok leaned forward, trapping her in with one arm pinned against the wall and the other one beginning to creep up her thigh, fingers threatening to push up under her skirt.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Ragnarok smirked, “I’ll be the best you’ve ever been with, I can promise that.”

“Get your fucking hands,” Soul growled, snapping the two’s attention to him, “off my girl.”

Before Ragnarok could retaliate, Soul was down the hallway. He swung and landed a punch on Ragnarok’s cheek, making the man stumble backwards, but ultimately freeing Maka from the intrusion. She hissed his name at him as she reached out and gripped the front of his shirt, tugging for him to follow her and leave the situation.

“You mother fucker,” Ragnarok laughed, rubbing the blood from his mouth as he turned to face Soul, “it’s fine, take your slut and run off.”

“What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“No, I don’t think I did,” Soul moved towards the man again, ignoring Maka’s plead for him to back off. “Say it again. Say it again and see what happens. I knocked your ass down once, I can do it again.”

“I said,” Ragnarok loomed over him, but Soul’s presence filled the hallway, “take your fucking slut and run off. It’s okay, I’m sure she’s working with her pussy of a father to make some extra money. Nothing wrong with a little side work, sweetheart, and I am willing to pay.”

Soul hadn’t know what it meant when people said they saw red, but in that moment, it finally clicked.

His fist went flying and the two men began to fight. Maka hollered for help behind them, but neither of the men seemed to hear her. As Soul dodged one of Ragnarok’s punches, he heard the voices of Kilik and Kid from down the hall, along with some other guys as they came to break up the fight. Soul was pulled away, and something silver caught the corner of his eye.

Maka stood in front of him, raising her hands to touch his face, eyes inspecting a bruise forming on his cheekbone, but behind her Ragnarok had pulled out a switchblade, and swung it open. His arm arched and he brought it down, and suddenly everything was in slow motion. Soul yelled for Maka and she began to turn around, eyes wide. Then, he broke free of the grip Kilik and a stranger had on him, shoving Maka to the side and watched as the blade narrowly missed her, but landed on the new target -- him.

There was a scream, some yelling, and Soul watched as blood began to soak the front of his shirt. But, a fist connected with the side of his head and then all he saw was black.

---

Soul woke up to the smell of antiseptics and the warmth of a hand in his.

He didn’t open his eyes because he could already feel the brightness of the room behind his eyelids, but he listened because there was another person in the room that he could feel. And there were words, words he couldn’t quite make out, but if he listened closely enough …

“Baby, I just … I’m worried. I don’t wanna see you go down the path your mom and I went down,” Spirit’s voice sounded far away but Soul knew he was in the room.

“I understand Papa,” it was Maka who was holding his hand because as she spoke, he felt her grip tighten, “but this isn’t you and Mama. Soul and I, what we have going on, it’s … different. We’re friends.”

Spirit added something else, but there was a pull inside of Soul towards sleep and the next thing he knew he was waking back up, this time blinking his eyes open.

“Well shit,” Blake was sitting next to his bed, hair a bit disheveled but a loopy grin plastered to his face, “there’s the ugly bastard.”

“What are you doing here,” Soul groaned, closing his eyes again, “and why do I ache so much.”

“Well, you got pretty beat up,” Blake sighed, leaning back in his chair, “from what I heard, you and Ragnarok got in a fight, he pulled a knife, and you got in the way. You had to get a few stitches there, dude.”

“Fuck,” he groaned again, touching his chest and feeling the rough pattern of stitches underneath the medical gown. He flinched, forgetting how sensitive the wound would be. “Where’s Maka? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. She’s a little shook up but that girl is made of steel. She went to get some coffee.”

“Jesus,” Soul moved and sat up a little more, wincing at the soreness of the wound.

“Oh my God,” a voice came from the door of the room and the boys turned to see Maka standing there with two cups of coffee in hand, “Oh my God, you’re awake!”

She almost dropped the coffees as she rushed to the bedside, thrusted the cups at Blake, and then threw her arms around Soul’s neck. He wanted to tell her that she was hurting his chest, but the warmth and smell of her pushed the pain away. Soul lifted his arms, wrapping then gingerly around Maka. She pulled away after a moment, her hands moving from his shoulders to his face as she ran a thumb over his cheek.

“This is my cue to leave,” Blake said as he stood up, grabbing his cup of coffee, “I’ll let the other’s know you’re up and good.”

“I should get the doctor,” Maka said as she pulled back. Soul grabbed her wrist as she stood, Blake already out of the room.

“Stay a little long,” Soul pulled her back and Maka slid onto the cot, sitting next to him, “I don’t wanna worry about me, I wanna check on you.”

“Soul, you’re the one who got basically stabbed,” Maka rolled her eyes and moved her hand to be holding his, “I mean, seriously? What even made you think that was a smart idea.”

“Instinct?” He offered with a raised eyebrow. Maka smirked and shook her head at him. “I’d rather it be me than you in this situation.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Maka reached out again, pressing her free hand to his cheek, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I’m glad you’re safe,” Soul placed his hand over hers and he turned to kiss her palm, mirroring the time he did it so long ago. (Was it really only two months?) “If he hurt you … I don’t know what I would have done.”

“But he didn’t,” Maka leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, “and that’s what matters.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he replied.

#soma #weak endeavors #day 4: instinct #soul eater #maka albarn

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Christian Yu: What’s On Sight (7)

CHRISTIAN YU x READER x JAY PARK

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8

WARNING: Read @ Your Own Risk

A/N: (Nhaks lakas maka-A/N HAHA!) Finally able to post this. Yeah, it took longer than expected, but here it is and so please do enjoy!

Also, just keep in mind that English is not my native language so there might be some spelling and grammar error. Sorry for my lack of talent and I promise to work hard on this. Thank you and please enjoy. Any feedback is well loved. <3

"Are you sure you'll be fine here?"

"Of course! I'm not a child Y/N." He answered while his busy setting up his laptop on the desk in your room.

He looked at you when you just quietly watching him.

"What? I know I'm handsome but I think you should be somewhere else right now?" You just laugh. "You know Y/N, as much as I want you to just stand there and watch me all day -"

"Ugh! I can't! We have a meeting first thing today."

"That's what you keep saying, but why you're just standing there? You said you'll be late awhile ago."

You checked your wristwatch and saw that you only have 15 minutes left before your scheduled meeting with your Bosses.

"Shoot! I need to go." You panicked and looked around for your backpack. Yes, backpack not some handbag or shoulder bag that usually office lady have.

"That's what you said 30 minutes ago baby Y/N." He laughs.

But you froze. It's not because you felt delighted about his laugh. It was because of the pet name he called you.

You looked at him. 'What happened to 'Love'?'

"Baby? Baby your face. Call me that one more time and you are out of my house."

"Oh!.." He said surprised on what you said. "Why? Too cheesy for you to handle? It's not as if that's how your ex called each other."

"No. It's not cheesy, more like corny." You said while you double check your bag.

"Whatever you romance killer."

"I'm going. If you need anything just call me using the phone in the living room since you can't use your mobile internationally."

He leaves what he was doing and walked you on the way to the door.

You sit down to put your shoes on. And he watched you carefully, thinking that him staying there at your place is not so bad after all.

"There's some food left in the fridge and some numbers of my fave takeout. My address is already registered once you called using my telephone, so you'll just need to confirm it. And by that, I already put notes of my exact Address just in case."

You are done putting your shoes on. And stand up to face the man who you're not so sure if he is man enough when you leave him alone in your apartment.

He is your responsibility. So as much as possible you want to stick around and work at home. But you have a meeting that's been scheduled ahead so you can't let Jamie seat in for you.

"Are you listening Yu?" You gave him the knowing look because he still doesn't respond and he totally looked like in the middle of daydreaming.

"Yah!" He reacted when you kicked him in his knee.

"That's what you get when you are ignoring me." You stick out your tongue at him, not sorry for him at all.

"I heard you. Don't worry. As if I've never been alone in an apartment Y/N. What do you take me for, a kid?"

"To be honest? Yeah. So do me a favor, and don’t burn my apartment down. Call me if you need anything at all. Okay?"

"Ara - Arasseo!" He comes closer. You thought he will hug or kiss you, so you stand still and closed your eyes.

"What are you doing? Is something wrong?"

You open your eyes. And you saw a worried face of Christian.

"Nothing." You turn around immediately. You feel that your face is all red because of the embarrassment. 'Assume much Y/N?'

You didn't know that Christian knew what you are waiting for, but decide he played you a bit because for him you are the cutest and it's his for you to miss him even more.

"You sure? I thought you're sick or something because you turned red all of a sudden."

"Whatever! Bye!" You opened the door and about to step out when Christian holds you in your arm.

"Not so fast there Love. You're not going anywhere without the proper way." He smirked and leaned closer.

Afraid to make yourself embarrassed again, you let your eyes wide open. And oh, you shouldn't have and just closed it when you have got the chance.

He kissed you on your forehead, on the tip of your nose and finally his lips settled in yours.

It's a light kiss. That you wished it would last longer.

"That's how it should be Love. So see yeah later, Love. Now go!" And he pushed you off your apartment. And he smiled at you while he closed the door in your face.

When you realized what just happen, you about to rant the door. But your mobile rang.

You pulled it inside your bag pocket. And saw Jamie is calling you.

You gave the peephole of your apartment a dead gaze thinking that Christian is watching you there. But then you slide to answer Jamie’s call while you headed towards the elevator.

"Oh, I'm already on my way. Could you stall them for 15 minutes more?"

"Sure. No problem to that since they're still not in the building as well."

"Well, that's odd. Did you asked for follow-up?"

"I did, and they confirmed that the meeting will proceed as scheduled."

"Ah, okay then. Maybe they'll be there once I arrive or else I'm gonna go home immediately."

"Well, I doubt that’s gonna happen, Madam."

"Why?"

"I called you because Mr. Park is here and waiting in your office."

"What is he doing there? Tell him I can't accommodate him because of the meeting. Tell him it’s gonna be a long one."

When you got in your car, you threw your backpack in the passenger seat.

"I already told him all the possible thing Y/N, he just said that he's willing to wait." She heard you sigh as you tried to drive your car out of the parking of your building. "Didn't he tell you that he is coming?"

"No. I blocked him last night."

"Well, great. That explains why he's here early in the morning."

"What do you expect? He keeps on calling me last night. And I am with Christian. Haaaish!"

Jamie murmurs something but you lost interest to ask her what is it.

"Just let him wait. I'll be there in a while anyway."

"Okay, Madam."

And you ended the call.

"I guess that would be all Gentlemen and Ladies." Said by your Big Boss. "So Ms. Y/L/N, when are you gonna tell us about the big news?"

You stop gathering the file of papers in front of you to look at him since you notice the stares of the people inside the conference room.

"I mean, we heard that you're engaged or getting engaged? Is it not?" He asked when he saw the confused look in your face.

'Could it be Jamie? Nah ~'

Then your eyes landed to the lady next to him. Joy.

And as if she felt your dead stare, she just smiles as if she didn't know anything.

'Imma kill her one time.'

"Ms. Y/L/N?" Your boss called you again.

"Yes-?" You responded surprised. But he takes that 'yes' as yes in his question.

"So, is he that gentleman waiting in your office at this moment?" He asked while giving you that teasing look. "I heard that he is big in the entertainment industry. Is that true? Is that why you want to quit your job here to be with him?"

This is why you called this company as shitty shit. The company is so well off and stable that there’s no more trill. So, the people have this tendency to gossip at each other nonstop.

And the worst part is that your Boss, instead of putting an end to this kind of entertainment he enjoys it. And he fished for more. Just for that showbiz like a parade.

"Well," You lost your words. It was like your brain stop functioning and can't find the right words to disagree and argue that what he said is all wrong.

The other people inside the conference room didn't wait for you to answer. They gather up around you and saying there congratulators and shaking your hand.

You smiled. Confuse is written all over your face.

Before you enter your office, Jamie gave you that teasing smile.

And you can't react because your damn Boss decided to tag himself with you to great your 'Husband-to-Be'.

So you just move your lips trying to say without a sound the words "You're dead!" and she gets it since she looked away.

The moment you open the door to enter your office, his ever manly scent welcomed you.

Nothing to complain though, it smells good and all suited for Jay Park. But the thing is, besides the fact that it can make you smell like one.

You knew well that he uses the same perfume even before. Burberry Weekend. And it just brings you memories that way berried.

You saw him seating in front of your table.

He stands up when he saw you, and by the looks of his face, irritations are written all over.

In your mind, you want to smile just to tease him even more. Because you knew he will be mad, because you not only blocked him all night, you made him wait for almost 3 hours in your office.

Since you asked Jamie to bring your stuff needed for the meeting in the conference, so you don't need to see him first thing in the morning.

'Serves you right dutch Park.'

He's about to say something crazy but paused when he saw a big man followed you. Your damn Big Boss.

So he just stands there and waits for you to come near him.

And the moment you’re in his reach, he does his move that you didn't expect.

He leans at you for a half embrace and a peck in your chick. 'Oh yea, you forgot that he is Jay Park. The king of suave moves.'

After that, you smiled awkwardly. You didn't expect him to do that. You brought back from your senses when your Boss cleared his throat.

"Oh right, Jay this is the COO of our company. Sir, he is Jay Park my fr-" You failed to say the word FRIEND when your boss cut you off.

"Your fiancé. We know. And I want to welcome you in our humble layer, Mr. Park." He offered his hand for a handshake that Jay warmly accepts. Showing his million dollar smile.

You rolled your eyes. You can't believe that your boss cut you off when you had a chance to correct everything that he thought about you and Jay.

Jay just accepts it. And if you correct it again, what mess are you making Y/N?

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Sir," Jay said.

"The pleasure is all mine. Let's sit." As your boss lead the way to your couch on the edge side of your office. "Jamie, be a good girl and make us a cup of coffee?" He asked Jay, and he totally ignores your presence.

"Hmm, Sir?" You tried to caught his attention because you just stand there not believing on what’s happening.

"What are you doing there Y/N?"

'Ah, so it's now on the first name basis Sir?'

"Sit beside him. Let's chat a little. I really want to know the story of you both." And he looked at Jay and totally ignoring you.

You looked at Jay, and you can see that he is enjoying the attention.

"I still can't believe that someone can really tame Y/N here." Your boss laughs, Jay laugh and you rolled your eyes.

It's almost 15 minutes pass and your Boss throw all this question, knowing Jay's background, work and something more like where did you two meet and know each other.

You are not sure what to say, but Jay answers it all like it was nothing. Though his answer is mostly based on the past. Making it seems that you've been in a relationship for almost 7 years and just decided that its time to tie the knot.

Now that you notice it, you are somewhat in kind of showbiz or variety show with all the question your boss is throwing. No wonder Jay is like a pro with this.

"Actually Sir," Jay is saying something but you cut him off to make them notice you. And now both of them are looking at you.

Jay shifted his body to looked at you properly even though he is just seating at your right side and in the same couch while your boss is at the single one.

You clear your throat.

"Jay and I are not engaged, so it would be best if this issue or news would not go around the company." After saying that in one blow, you release a sigh of relieve.

"What are you saying Y/N?" Your boss is now confused and looking at you and Jay.

You are thinking of what to say next when Jay beat you again.

"Y/N is right sir. This issue is not good if being spread all around especially here in her workplace."

You can't believe that you and Jay are on the same page for the first time. So you just nod when he looked at you waiting for your reaction.

'I guess he is not that hopeless after all.'

"Since that nothing is been published yet. I mean, Y/N and I still need to keep this as a secret to protect her from harmful rumors. You may know my line of work is unpredictable that I really want to protect Y/Ns privacy as much as possible. That’s until we can publish this in the right time and way."

He is still looking at your boss may be reading his reaction. But he moves his left hand and put it on your right thigh and press it a little.

You knew what he was trying to say. He wants you to shut up and let him handle this.

Now you take all you thought back. This man is hopeless.

"I understand." Your boss finally answered. "Don't worry, the management will deal with this. Since we are all professional here."

'Yea right,' You wanted to say but you just rolled your eyes.

"That would be appreciated, Sir," Jay said with a light bow gesture.

"Well, I won't keep both of you any longer since it looks like you two need to discuss something." Your boss stands up and fixes his suit.

Jay followed and you as well, even though you're still in a blank.

"No worries Sir, anytime. It's really a pleasure to talk to you." And he handed his hand for a shake. And your boss willingly accepts it.

"Y/N, since the meeting is done and the plan is still in the process, you can take your half day. So that you and Mr. Park here can have time privately." He leaves without waiting for your response.

And in just that, you are now alone with Jay.

Being alone that you and Christian are trying to avoid.

You're brought back to your senses when you heard a knock on your door, it was Jamie.

And you find Jay sitting in the seat on the front side of your table.

You signal Jamie to come in, as you walk to be seated in your chair.

"Oppa, I assumed you already knew my assistant Jamie Smith. Jamie, Jay."

Jay stands up to offer a handshake and Jamie accept it with all smiles she can offer. And you knew with that smile, she is giggling inside her mind.

"Just Jamie, Jay?" Jay said. And you looked at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, I thought fiancé is already next to my name whenever you introduce me. Like earlier." He is teasing you. It’s all over his face.

But you knew better than to argue with his 4-year-old mentality. So you ignore his existence and focus to Jamie.

"What is that?" You asked her as she is holding a few folders.

"It's the minutes for your meeting and some papers need to sign to resume the process of the new theme that been discuss inside." She said while she handed you the folders.

You notice that she can't keep her eye at you when she is standing in front of Jay who is busy on his phone to even give a care for her.

"Is that all?" You asked her, somewhat irritated on the way she is acting

"Yes, Madam. After that, the boss said you are clear to go."

"Fuck!" You blurred out that Jamie and Jay got surprised. It was too much, you hate the idea that your boss is treating you differently because of Jay. Well, that’s how you see it.

"Hey baby girl, language?" He said, eyeing you that you’re not alone and he doesn't really mind but since Jamie is there so he is embarrassed for you?

"Shut up." You said as you side-eyed him.

Jamie walked out and make sure to shut the door because she can sense that a storm is about to hit your office.

"What?" Jay looked at the door making sure it was close. "What's up with you Y/N? I know that you blocked my number and I don't know why. And now you're acting like a bitch."

You tried your best to ignore his mere existence and the fact that he said the B word at you.

"Whatever. I will wait for you till you finish that and so we can talk." He surrenders.

"Talk."

"What?"

"I said talk. If you have something to talk about then tell me, here." You said without looking at him.

Jay can sense that arguing with you will lead him to no good. He just sighs and just goes with it.

"Why did you blocked me?"

"Why are you calling me?" You said without looking at him.

You didn't see how his eyebrow raised, 'Oh is this a Q2Q game.' He thought.

"Where are you when you answered my call yesterday?"

"Why you want to know?"

"Who is that guy you're with?"

You paused in signing the papers and looked at him.

"I'm not deaf Y/N, even in that short time I heard. And it's a damn man's laugh. Who was it?"

"Why do you care?"

He sighs.

"Does your father know who he was then?"

"Why should he?" You return your focus on signing the papers.

"Then that leads me to just ask him myself, right?"

And like every time, he wins.

"What do you want Park? I mean, seriously what are you getting out of all of this fucked up mess? Money? Fame? Does what you have now still isn't enough?"

You said while setting the papers aside and just holding your sign pen as if your life hold in it.

Jay tried to hide the fact that what you said to him hurt him like you just stab him in his chest.

"Is that what you really think of me Y/N? Is it that hard to accept that maybe," he leans his both arms in your table to face you properly. "Maybe that after all these years I am still in love with you?"

"Don't play with me Park. We both know that that's not what this is." You lean your back in your seat because you can't handle how close Jay looked at you. "What we had was all in the past, it ended 7 years ago. So let it be."

"You're right that what we had is all in the past now, but we both know that it didn't end like what you are saying here Y/N."

"Oppa.. it's old history." You closed your eyes and massage your temple. "There's no need to bring the past now." You looked at him, "What I want to know is why did you agree to my father’s terms? I want to know so I can really understand you. Because if this shit continues, I am sorry Jay but I will really start hating you."

It's his turn to lean back.

He was looking at the ceiling as if he was searching what he will say there.

That gives you time to study him.

He looked as if he didn't age a bit. He still looked the same. Though somehow he is much thinner than the fluffy yet masculine Jay you knew before. He really matured, and he matured in a really damn fine way.

And the fact that his height hasn't changed as well, your height is the same so you didn’t care, but compared to someone you know.. he defined as 'Tiny'.

"I'm hungry."

"Huh?" You got confused because you didn't expect him to say that.

"I said, I AM HUNGRY."

"Haaaaish!" You side eyed him and just continue reading the papers you set aside.

"I will tell you everything," He caught your attention again.

"Over brunch." Then he showed you his pure million dollar smile with matching puppy eyes?

You almost cursed when he still remembers your weakness.

"Seriously Jay? Now?" You gesture him that you are working. "You can just go and come back once you're done."

"No way. I can tell that if I do that, you'll not be here when I come back."

You didn't respond because he was right.

"Just sign that damn papers and let's go." He said as he took out his mobile again.

"And who said I'll go eat with you?"

"Damn woman, can't you get it that I'm hungry and don't worry I'll be paying so just finish that shit and let's get going." He saw that you didn't like how he talked to you. "Please?" And he was saved by his puppy eyes again.

"If you want me to finish quickly, then stop barking all the time."

He is about to say something, but he holds it in because he was really hungry to argue more.

What you didn't knew was that he hasn't eaten anything since last night. And he is really pissed at you and about to question you first thing you enter to your office.

But seeing you in one piece and fine, he forgets all that.

In the end, you agree to come with Jay to eat somewhere. Since he promised that he will tell you everything you wanted to know.

"Jamie, I'll be back after he fills himself. Try to finish everything before I came back. You need to accompany me somewhere." You're not looking at her since you’re looking for your phone in your bag.

"Okay Madam." She said while looking at Jay behind you.

Jay was holding a phone that she knew was yours. She tried to poke you to get your attention. Because Jay is currently scrolling thru your notifications.

"What?" You asked Jamie irritated. And he points Jay that still busy checking your phone.

Your eyes almost pop out when you realize he has your phone. You immediately grab it from him. You will say something when you check first on what he saw in your notifications.

It was messages from Christian, Dabin and Cream. But mostly it was from Christian. Even though his name in your contacts was Barom, you knew Jay wasn't a fool to not figure it out.

You looked at him. Don't know what to say.

"I guess I am not the only one who needs to tell everything here baby girl." He smirked and walks ahead of you.

Both of you settled to eat in a restaurant near your office, and since it was almost lunchtime, the place is packed. The only vacant table was outside of the said restaurant.

Jay didn't want the idea of seeing in a public place with you, but something pops up in his head so he just goes along.

For you, it was troublesome if both of you went far since you need to come back in your office for Jamie.

As the both of you waiting for your orders to arrive. You busy yourself on checking your phone.

You already message Christian that you will talk to Jay so that all of you can talk. But you didn't mention that you are with him already.

Jay looked at you. He took out his phone and message someone. And he can't believe that he will do such measure just to have you.

"So, who is this Barom?"

He said, interrupting you when you are about to reply for Christian who informs you that he mistook your garlic powder as brown sugar that he put in his coffee.

You didn't know how to respond. You knew the fact that Jay already crossed works with Christian as DPR Visuals and CEO.

"Barom...well, I only knew one Dabin and assumingly Cream is one of the producers from DPR. So that gives," You swallow hard because he is damn right.

"Yea," You cut him off, "Barom is the DPR Visuals and CEO, Christian Yu." You looked at him to see how he will react.

But he just nodded continuously while his lips turned in one line.

By that, you knew he wants to say something more but he is holding it in.

"Okay. Before I asked anything else, let's go to the main reason first."

You've been taken aback from how Jay response, so for once you agreed to him.

"Why did I agreed to your father is your question right?"

You nod, but somehow you felt uncomfortable because on how he looks at you as if it wasn't the same Jay you're with a while ago. He feels like someone you never knew in the body of Jay. But you tried to ignore that.

"Don't get me wrong Y/N, but your father offered me things that hard to refuse. Being the owner of a real-estate and hotel mogul - business, connections and all is just a piece of cake for him. But still, believe me, or not. I refuse his offers. More than once." You just looked at him.

"But shit happens Y/N. It was unexpected." He said breaking the eye contact you have while he was talking.

"Why? What happen?" You asked him as you lean in the table. Curiosity took over you.

He tightens his hold in his cap, then put both his arms in the table.

"How can I put this so that you can understand it." He seems troubled. And it made you too worried.

"Just tell me, trust me." You assured him as you hold his one hand.

"You see, you know about my new record label right?"

"Yeah, H1HGRMUSIC right.." And he nods.

"The thing was, in the different company. I had one person who manages and advised on everything financially. He was good at what he does. But what I don't understand is that a few months after me and Chase deposit our additional investment for H1HGRMUSIC account. He just disappeared, along with all the money deposit in both company." You felt that his hand squeezed yours.

You don't know what to say because that news surprised you. You never knew such things do happens and with Jay.

"Both companies are struggling Y/N. We tried to fix this shit internally. Since AOMG is known, all we need to do is make our artist sign more offers and shit. But still, it wasn't enough. And H1HGRMUSIC is in way worst condition. Since we need to release their albums before the end of the year."

"I understand." He didn't need to continue. You know how hard it was for him. And it was wrong to question him any longer.

"Believe it or not Y/N, I am still the same Jay you knew 7 years ago. The same Jay that drives to work hard not for myself but for the people around me who needs me. And believe me, as the day pass by, it has grown bigger. So I just can't."

"Sssssh.." You hushed him. Because if he continues, you can't handle a teary Jay since you're already holding your own tears not to fall.

"So, how much did my old man offered you?" You asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere between you.

"I only want what I needed to keep my two company running, but your old man gave me more than that." Jay looked at you in the eye. "He said that he was just investing for her daughter, YOUR future and it was not a debt that needed to be paid since I'm gonna be your husband and what I own will be yours as well."

"I still have an iffy feeling about the whole idea, because I accept his offer without even knowing who his daughter was."

"What? You are saying that you didn't know that I was his daughter?"

"Yes, whoever it was, I accepted the fact that I have to do it. So when your old man asked me to come here in Dubai to finally put things in action. And when he showed me your picture before we went to your office the other day. I don't know if it’s wrong for me to feel or even say this but I was relief Y/N. Relief, happy and there's even a time that I thank God that he let shit happens just to lead me to you."

Jay looked at you in the eyes deeply, as if he is trying to see what you're thinking. So you closed your eyes afraid of what he might see. By that, a tear escape from your eyes.

You opened your eyes when you felt his warm hands touch your cheeks to wipe the trail of the tear.

You just watch him you tried to blinked your eyes just to make you see clearer or more likely bring your brain working again.

And the next thing you knew is Jay holding both of your hands and he was about to kiss the back of your hands.

Everything around you was turned to a slow-motion mode. And by that, your mind is saying to you to pull your hands before his lips landed on them.

But your damn body is taking its time to move accordingly. And you felt that your heart is going to explode in the anticipating on what about to happen.

And just like that, you closed your eyes and when you open everything went back to normal and Jay already kissed the back of your hand and now sincerely looking to your eyes.

You've just betrayed by your own body and feelings. And what's worst is the fact that somehow you knew you betrayed Christian.

Jay let go of your hands when the waiter arrived to serve your lunch.

You busied yourself in it. Trying to forget what just happened.

Jay knew what you are doing so he shrugged it but the smirked in his face never disappear.

When the waiter leaves. Jay caught your attention by clearing his throat. So you looked at him while you set the table napkin to your lap.

"So, before I continue on talking about my shit. I want to know who is Christian to you." And he looked away to start eating what's on his plate.

You inhaled and tried to relax. You tilted your head to the side when you questioned yourself on why are you getting nervous all of a sudden.

"Well," You start as you focused on your food. "I met him during my college community tour for the homeless in Seoul. His agency is part of that community service as well. We stayed connected since then."

"Lucky guy." You looked at him. "Well, it’s true. He was lucky to have that consistent connection with you. For me though, I don't have such luck."

He brought the past again. You just shooked your head and ignore what he said.

"So, he's just a friend?" Jay asked.

"No. He's currently my boyfriend."

"Since when?"

"Seriously? Why do you care." Inside you don't want him to know that your relationship with Christian has been clear just yesterday.

"Don't give me that look, Babe, I just want to know where I stand here. I bet your father didn't know about your relationship with him. Cause if he does, I wouldn't be here having dates with you."

"What date?" You're surprised that Jay just declares this as a date with him. But as you looked at him, he just shrugged. "Haaaish. You are right. I didn't formally introduce Christian to them. That's because he's been busy with his work. But now that he's here and have some time to spare, I will introduce him."

"Really now, did you think of how your father will react to this?"

"I don't know. Do I look like I care?" You tried your best to looked according to what you are saying for him to believe you.

"Well, I do." He said it with authority that you can't help but look at him.

You see him all serious. Looking at you that like you just said some bad joke.

"I thought you understand why I agreed to your father Y/N. I was wrong to even believe that you can really get what I was trying to say for you to understand me from the beginning. I thought you are better than this Y/N."

"I am."

You thought to really introduce Christian to your parents. Even though the feelings you have for Christian is all new, and if that is even enough of a reason for you to marry him then you will accept it.

Rather than to be with someone who's someone your father is set up with you by money.

Jay shooked his head with disbelief.

"Look, Oppa, I really do. You need the money. That is why we're here in the first place. All we need to do now is look for the money you need for your company. So you would not have any obligation to my father." You said as if it was easy than one plus one.

"Okay, let’s go with what you’re saying here." Jay continues eating, "Yes, I am rather being force than obligated with this shit." You felt some kind of a pain in your chest when you heard him say that.

"And yes money is the main factor here, money that I don't have but your father have and already provided me a long time ago." He stops eating to look at you seriously. "Meaning, I already used the money Y/N. What's left is just the quarter of it."

"How much are we talking about here?" You asked. But you sooner to regret.

"He gave me one billion fucking US dollars."

You drop the spoon you're holding and your mouth wide open. You can't even believe that your father is ready to release such big amount of money just to give it to the man he chooses to be your handsome.

'Oh wait, business this is all about.You thought. No wonder. Money and you are just an investment for him.

"And you only have now is just the quarter?"

Jay didn't answer.

"Fuck Jay, that's a lot."

"What do you expect? I have two companies that need to keep running."

You drank in one shot the glass of wine that the waiter made sure that was full.

"Give me a year and so." He said all of a sudden.

"What?" Still, drown with the wine you drink, you face Jay with a total of confusion.

"Let’s get married for just a year. By then, I'm sure I have the money to pay your Dad."

He said it while looking at you. And you can read in his eyes that he is begging for you to agree with him. He is asking your help, not for him but for his company and for the people whose relying on it.

This is too much for you. The effect of the wine and the hot temperature in Dubai is not helping at all.

"To tell you honestly Oppa, I am willing to give you all the help you need. But I am with Christian now. And I can't really say anything about this without him." You manage to say.

"Do you really want to help me Y/N?" Again with that eyes of him.

"Of course Oppa." You said with all honesty.

"Then I'm sure Christian will understand. That is if what the both you have is real." He said as if it’s a given fact.

You failed to say anything and just watched him finish his meal.

You poured more wine into your glass. And drink it bottomless. Hoping that all the thoughts running in your head will be washed along with it.

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8

A/N: I really troll Christians IG and I didn’t imagine that he really went to Dubai just last year. Oh well. I hope you guys excuse my trolling him and putting some of it here. HAHAHA

what do you think about this chapter? Talk to me, don’t be shy. I won’t bite. Have a good day/night everyone!

Y/N Portrayer in collage is @Mari_jasmmn ~ check her out in IG (GIRL CRUSH)

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azroazizah · 4 years ago

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You see, this is a problem I have when people depict Maka's Mama as a heartless woman who doesn't care about her family and a completely trash parent. Often with so little redeeming qualities so we could just bash her for leaving.

The thing is, we have absolutely nothing about her part of the story. We don't know what she's feeling, what she's been through, or even what's her reasons for leaving her family and never look back.

I'm not saying I agree with her decision to leave, but I'm sad that people often forgot to see what's on the other side.

See, I have a few friends who had gone through teen pregnancy. It was very hard, folks. And that was just from an outsider's eyes. Suddenly their life wasn't their own, and they had no room for complaint or even voice their mind because that would make them a heartless mother.

They had to take responsibility for a mistake that on some cases wasn't even their own.

People just completely forgot that the mother's feeling matters once she carries a baby. So they often have to stifle and hide their feelings for the sake of the baby.

Maka's Mama might be like that too.

For all we know, she might have tried her best to parent Maka, to teach all of the life and meister knowledge to her, and to raise her as a capable girl. For all we know, she might have thought that twelve year old Maka could survive by herself no problem because she had survived the same shit when she's that age.

For all we know, she could have left with a thought that Maka was already completely able to be independent. Because she could too.

Maybe she had forgotten that Maka is not her.

We always say 'at least Spirit is staying'. Yes, but at what cost? Spirit had stayed, but he hadn't truly tried to fix his problems to the point of twisting his own daughter's mindset that all men are trash.

What if Maka's Mama's decision to leave was because she thought it was better for Maka to be without her? What if she was afraid Maka would find out if she had lingering resentments for her? Wouldn't that fuck up Maka's mind if at some point she realizes that there was a time when she wasn't wanted?

So she decided to leave. At least until she could sort out her feelings. Maybe it was killing her to leave, but maybe she thought it was better that way.

I'm not saying that Maka's Mama's decision was better than Spirit or vice versa, but we couldn't compare them because we didn't know what happened, and we didn't know Maka's Mama enough to judge her.

For all we know, both of them are wrong. But both of them had made the best decisions they could take with their own ways of thinking.

What would we say if she just wanted a breathing space to heal her own mind? What if she thought it wasn't healthy for the three of them to be together?

What I'm saying is, we don't know her side of the story. It's very easy to hate when we don't know. It's less about agreeing with/accepting their decisions but more about understanding why they took that choice.

I often think about this because I'm also a DCMK fan and both of Kudo Shinichi's parents were exactly like this. They were young. They were on the peak of their careers. They were living the life. But then, boom, suddenly a baby. They were panicked. They tried their best to raise their child, but then after the child was old enough, they were leaving. They love their child, but they leave, because maybe, they still wanted desperately to be free.

I might change my mind if we know Maka's Mama's character, but we had nothing, so I'm gonna give her the benefit of the doubt.

Because sometimes, the right choice hurts. Because sometimes, leaving is better.

They weren't right, but they weren't completely a bad guy either.

They're just humans.

Also, to slip a little bit of SoMa headcanon bc I'm a trash:

We all know Soul was already there before the Albarns were divorced, so I'm just gonna assume Maka's Mama could leave without looking back because while she's leaving Maka with Spirit, she knows Maka has someone like Soul by her side. And by that point, Soul had already took Maka out of the toxic environment of the Albarn house.

Contrary to popular beliefs, I think Maka's Mama had absolutely no problem accepting boys as her daughter's partner. She had no problem with men. It's just Spirit. Hence why Soul was able to stay as Maka's weapon. She accepted Soul. I'm pretty sure Maka would choose a new partner immediately if her Mama didn't agree with Soul.

I like to think that Soul and Maka's Mama have somewhat a mutual silent understanding about undesirable familial circumstances. Not to say that Soul liked her (bc I'm pretty sure he dislikes both Albarn parent), but he understood why she had to leave her family, because sometimes it's harder to keep loving the ones you love by their side than from afar. He knew. He'd felt it.

So I imagine something like a single exchange of glance between him and her when she was about to leave Death City.

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What are your thoughts on the relationship of Kami…

“[Maka’s mother] left and doesn’t contact more because she doesn’t WANT to be a mom” SLOW CLAPS FOR DOLLY. Homegirl got pregnant at 17, wasn’t prepared to deal with the consequences, took the opportunity to bolt when it presented itself.

Like, I just wanna take a minute and step back and look at this from Maka’s Mom’s perspective. (Can I call her MM for short?)

MM got preggo at 17 after becoming a 3 star meister. She can’t go on missions all of a sudden, and that was her entire life. Suddenly, her body isn’t her own, a feeling she has never had. Suddenly, she is cooped in one place instead of traveling. Suddenly, that rush of adrenaline she used to get from fighting is gone and replaced by crib shopping, and baby books, and people treating her like she’s fragile.

MM’s boyfriend is ECSTATIC for the baby. He takes to fatherhood like a fish to water. Spirit is so glad he’s gonna have a kid, meanwhile, he’s in training to be Death’s primary weapon since he’s become a Death Scythe and he gets a 9 to 5 and he proposes even if they’re still poor because he JUST became a Death Scythe and he doesn’t have another job, yet. He’s so happy and who is she to rain on that?

MM’s close friend, Marie, tells her how LUCKY she is. How she’s getting everything! How great it all is! Meanwhile, MM’s ankles are swollen, and she feels sick all the time, and she’s tired, and she looks at her body and wonders how and why it has betrayed her.

MM hears from everyone how wonderful motherhood is, how sacred it is, the two people closest to her are in love with the idea: MM? Not so much. MM wants to travel the world.

MM is reassured that the feeling will pass once she holds her baby. So she goes through so many hours of labor and then she is offered little Maka who isn’t Maka yet but will be when Spirit names her and he has tears in his eyes and she’s SEVENTEEN, she’s barely a kid herself. MM is offered Maka to hold and she doesn’t want to and she wonders what’s wrong with her.

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #soul eater #headcanon #zi blabs

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thehumblegm · 5 years ago

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a SE short

I read like three FF’s about Soul Eater and all of a sudden I’m pulled right back in!

Maka finished with her current customer and then moved to stand to Tsubaki. “Hey, you see the person in the corner?”

Tsbubaki glances up before returning to the form she’s working on. “What about him?”

“He’s been her a lot lately.”

The dark haired woman giggles. “So? We get a lot of the same people here.”

“Yeah, but he’s weird,” Maka says.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s always staring.” The blonde looks over again and watches as he barely avoids eye contact with her.

It had been that way for almost two weeks now. He’d come in with the hood up on his black sweatshirt, headphones peaking out from around his neck, stocking cap pulled down to cover his features, with his black boots and scruffy jeans, and order a black coffee with cream that he would sit in the corner and nurse for about an hour before leaving. He never looked her in the eye, he never said a word more than his order, and all he’d do while he was there was try to stealthily watch the counter from his spot. She didn’t even know what he looked like under all those dark clothes.

“Maybe he’s just not comfortable around people,” Tsubaki suggested. When her phone pinged, she pulled it out to check it. “Stein got caught up and said he’ll be back in an hour. Do you mind if I go take my break quick?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Maka said. Since it was slow, she moved to clean up the counter. She was halfway done when there was suddenly a commotion at the front door. A man with bright blue hair entered, talking loudly on his phone. Maka glared at him, and as soon as he met her eye, his entire demeanor changed. He tensed up and the hand holding his phone slowly dropped. His mouth was hanging open, and Maka wondered what was wrong with him.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Uh... yeah.” He slowly walked forward as he ordered a plain black coffee. When it was finished, she held it out to him, but he didn’t take it. She looked up and found him staring at her.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Uh... I don’t... well, I guess there’s a thing.” He began to ramble a bit, and Maka was surprised that she began to feel like she knew him from somewhere. She was certain she’d never met him before, but for some reason, a part of her felt like she had. Almost like he was an old friend...

“No, no, nothing. I’ll just be taking that, thanks.” He grabbed the coffee from the counter and made a beeline for the back corner, where the strange man in the dark clothes still sat.

She watched them begin to urgently start whispering to eachother, and every time the blue haired one would start getting loud, the other would hurriedly shush him until he was quiet again. Maka looked around and noticed that none of the other customers were paying any attention to the pair, so she returned to her cleaning.

Tsubaki returned shortly after, and Maka decided to take her break as well. The break room had been commandeered by Stein for an experiment, so Maka took her book outside to one of the tables on the patio. There was a bit of a bite to the wind that day, so the tables were empty and quiet. She’d only been reading for a few minutes when she heard whispers.

She looked up after a while and found the blue haired man and his friend near the front door arguing quietly. They weren’t as quiet anymore, and since she was blocked off from most of the wind where she was sitting, she managed to make out some of their conversation.

“...spitting image...”

“... can’t just ask...”

“Don’t be a wuss, just ask her!

“... that simple...”

“Oh for Pete’s sake!” The blue haired man suddenly shouted. “Just go ask!”

Maka sighed and closed her book before drawing their attention her way. “Do you two need something?”

Since she was sitting, she could finally see some of the other guy’s face. It was still in shadow, so she couldn’t make out the features too well, but she could tell that he looked uncertain, possibly even scared or sad.

The blue haired man sighed loudly and then grabbed his friends arm to drag him over. “Wha- wait! Star!”

That niggling feeling that she knew the blue haired man started again and she wondered again where she might have seen him before. “Listen,” the man, Star, said. “The only way to know is to ask.”

“Ask what?”

“We wanted to know if you’re Maka Albarn,” Star asked.

Maka’s grip on her book tightened. “I am... why? Do I know you?”

Star seemed surprised by her response, but that quickly turned to loud disbelief. “What kind of question is that?! How could you forget the great Black Star! We’ve only known each other for like ever. And I’m me! No one can forget me!”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize you.” Even as she said the words, that feeling grew a little stronger, that she knew him from somewhere. What was worse, now that she could see the other man’s face a little better, she was almost certain she recognized him, too.

The other man tugged on his friends arm. “Star, just leave it, she obviously doesn’t-”

“How could you not remember ME?! That’s not possible!”

“Star, knock it off man.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t remember a lot from when I was younger,” Maka said. Star was loud, but she didn’t feel threatened by either of the men, so she decided to try and get to the bottom of what was happening. “I was in an accident when I was twelve and I lost a lot of my earlier memories. I used to live with my papa, but after the accident, I went to stay with my mama. Did I know you back then?”

“Yeah! We used to go to school together, and this dunderhead joined us the year before the accident! There was also Kid, Liz, Kilik-”

“That’s enough, Star, let’s go.” The other man tried once more to convince his friend to leave. “She doesn’t remember, so let’s just go.”

“Wait.” Maka cocked her head, trying to see the other man’s face better. “Is that why you’ve been coming here? Because you recognized me.”

Star answered for him. “Yeah, and today he finally told me about you and asked me to come check you out for him.”

“Excuse me?” Maka asked.

“Not like that!” The gruff voice came out high pitched but he got it under control quickly. “I just... thought maybe I was wrong. You never gave any indication that you recognized me so I-”

“Well you’ve always hid your face,” Maka said. “Kind of hard to recognize you if I can’t see you.”

“Well... I guess...”

“Well let her see you!” Star exclaimed. Before the other man could argue, Star grabbed the bill of his cap and ripped it off, removing the hood as well. Maka briefly took in his messy white hair and sharp teeth before her gaze locked with his and she found herself drowning in familiar red depths...

“Hey Maka, this is Soul!” Maka looked up as Blake introduced the new kid, a white haired kid with red eyes and the worst posture she’d ever seen.

“Hi.”

The kid nodded and then sat down across from her at the table as Blake began to ramble on about his new ‘follower.’

“Soul, don’t eat that!” Maka snatched the wooden spoon out of Soul’s hand before he could eat any of the cookie dough off of it.

“But Maka, what’s the point of making cookie dough if you’re not going to eat it?” he whined.

“We’re being graded on this, Soul! You can’t eat the dough before we’ve made any cookies with it!”

“So uncool...”

Liz joined Maka at their lunch table and leaned towards her. “So? Got an answer for me?”

Maka sighed. “Soul is pretty sure Kid is asexual, so no, he doesn’t like you.”

“What? What do you mean, he’s pretty sure? Did he even ask him?”

“I don’t know,” Maka answered.

“Makaaaaa, you’re not helping!”

The blonde shrugged. “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“The same thing I did! My research!”

Maka lowered her book. “Research on what?”

“Whether or not Soul likes you,” Liz answered.

Ignoring the heat creeping into her cheeks, Maka casually lifted her book back up. “I don’t care if he does.”

Liz grinned. “Oh really?”

“Really.”

A few minutes later, as the others were finally making their way over, Maka glanced over at Liz. “Does he?”

“I knew you wanted to know.”

“Thanks for taking me to the dance,” Maka said as she wrapped her arms around herself. They were hiding behind a cluster of trees near the front door to say goodbye. Maka’s father we overprotective to the max and refused to let Maka have male friends, and she knew he’d throw a fit if he saw her leave the dance with a boy.

Soul shrugged, looking as bored as always. “It’s no big deal. You wanted to go and I didn’t have anything else to do.”

Maka huffed and looked around. “Well, with everyone else being here, I’m not surprised.”

He shrugged again. “It got me out of hanging out with Wes again, so it’s a win-win in my book.”

Maka frowned but before she could comment, she realized that Soul was blushing. He seemed preoccupied and was twitchy, not at all like his usual self. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No,” he answered too quickly. “Uh, no, I was just...” He glanced at her and looked away again as his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red. “It’s nothing.”

“Soul, it’s obviously something. Tell me.”

He shook his head. “It’s not. Here, better not be late,” He shoved her out from behind the trees, within clear view of her father. “See you at school,” he said and then left.

- whispered.

There was a loud ringing in her ears. Maka tried to open her eyes, but one of them was covered in some sort of liquid and the other was too fuzzy to see out of.

“Maka! Oh my baby, Maka! Maka, can you hear me?!”

“Papa?” She gasped as she finally started to feel the pain. “Ow ow ow...”

“Maka! I got you baby, I got you.”

“Soul...” Maka whispered. As tears filled her eyes, she threw herself into his arms.

She’d forgotten so much. She’d forgotten her school, her classmates, her house, even her father. Her mother had taken her away to travel with her, and she’d been haunted by that hole in her chest, where everything she had cared about had just vanished from. She’d hoped and prayed that some day she could fill it again, whether with something new or find those memories once more.

And she had.

“Maka... damn it I missed you,” he murmured into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too.” She hadn’t had a name for it, hadn’t even know what it was that she was missing, but she knew now.

Soul. It had been Soul the whole time.

And she finally had him back.

(Aye? Or nay?)

#souleater shortstory #firstshort

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