#sepolyamweek2018

[ahshesgone]

Day 3 of @souleaterpolyamweek 2018 - Kisses

hide your sons hide your daughters, black star’s coming for everyone

this is a collab with the loveliest of human beings, @sahdah, who wrote the fluffiest bestest thing that you can read here (warning for lots of blushing, if my face is any judge of anything)

[fran-aka-mak]

Soul Eater Polyam Week 2018 | Day 1 - Movie Night/Sleepover

OT4: Kim x Jackie x Ox x Harvar

//tried to pull off a magical-type floaty animation thing as kim is the healer. 

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@souleaterpolyamweek 2018, day 4// fighting team

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[demonsword]

the last one didnt fit with a theme but this one does!! this was somethin else i drew for a friend!!

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further than the spread of whispers

Written for @souleaterpolyamweek Soul Eater Polyamory Week 2018 Day 3- Kisses

Soul Eater Evans, Maka Albarn, Death the Kid | Day 3 Read on FFNET or AO3

He makes his way to the Great Hall where the crowd of student is most dense. They’re all too busy to notice him, he believes, until the amount of giggling in the hallway increases. Soul looks down, walking faster.

Normally, he doesn’t feel this shy. He has his books to hold as a shield, and friends who circle him away from the pushing mass. However, there are no side conversations for him to tune into in favor of the rumors, no person to glare at the perpetrators into silence. He would just have to soldier on and hope that Maka and Kid are already waiting for him outside of the Hufflepuff commons.

When he reaches his destination, the two are nowhere to be found, and Soul can already feel the stares on his back, questioning why a Ravenclaw was standing outside of another house’s territory. In a way, the people watching him have already decided on the answer.

Slumping against the wall, struggling to make himself appear unbothered and effortless. He examines his wand, pretending to flick a couple of practice spells from his classes, anything but show that he was interested in what the others were saying.

They speak ill of Maka; that’s the most common complaint that he could hear in the building. Her dad, one of the professors in school, caused the most damage to her reputation, even before she entered school. It wasn’t her that they knew, but the transfiguration professor’s nightly activities as told by parents who had the same habits as their children. Maka both denies the rumors and her relationship with her dad, but Soul knows differently. He sees her leaving the dinner table early on some nights that Professor Spirit isn’t present at the front, taking a plate of food and a goblet of juice with her.

She is kind and considerate. For a slytherin, people will follow with after.

What other atrocities did they say about her? Other than about how she was similar to the most promiscuous professor on campus? They call her easy, yet prudish in the same breath. Stern and bossy. Bright and overachieving. A halfblood. A slytherin.

Soul feels himself growing more anxious the longer he stands. The stories begin to mix in his name and Kid’s. He hears how picky she is, but how she leads men on with sweet words and flirtatious giggles. They offer personal recounts about how Soul was seen with Maka last weekend in Hogsmeade, and then how Maka was studying with Kid in the library late into the night. Finally, they sneered about why Soul is waiting for her in front of a commons that belonged to neither him nor her.

They didn’t come close to the truth.

Soul wishes that Maka and Kid would come out sooner, chastising himself for coming earlier than their appointed time. He checks his enchanted pocket watch and focuses on the clouds that move across the background. It’s gift from Kid, charmed to show the state of the sky above Soul with deadly accuracy. He has a unique hand in magical objects, possibly a skill that he received from his stepfather, Professor Eibon.

Involuntarily, Soul remembers that Kid is another student plagued with the same animosity that Maka faced. Kid, the son of the headmaster, the stepson of another professor, is fated to be another hot topic in the hallways. From eccentric to tedious, and nit-picky to unaware, Kid has been called the entire spectrum of labels by those who couldn’t quite wrap their heads around him.

Perhaps that’s why they avoid him, Soul thinks. Despite him being in one the house most reputable for their hospitality and warmth, Kid prefers to stay with his unique group of friends rather than anyone else. He makes no effort to conform, and that’s probably why Soul doesn’t hide himself in front of Kid either.

A rumbling sound alerts his attention to his left side. The barrels beside him quiver, expanding until a nice opening is formed, and out comes Maka, and then Kid.

“Soul!” Maka says, bouncing to his side and hugging him tightly. “You came early.”

It is a wonder how Maka isn’t the one who belongs to Hufflepuff; her smiles should’ve easily given her the clear. He reaches to carry the basket hanging off from her arm, but she slaps him away.

Soul sighs, “I wasn’t waiting long. Are you two ready?”

Kid nods to him as a greeting. “The sky is clear today. It should be optimal weather.”

“Look at what the house elves gave us! Lots of sweets and finger foods. I can’t wait to eat them.”

“Be patient,” Kid says, plucking the basket away. “The last time we had something planned, you ate half of the basket before we reached our destination.”

She pouts, “The courtyard is close this time.”

As he watches their banter, Soul couldn’t help but to notice other voices overshadowing theirs.

She just wants to marry into power, the whispers carry. Anyone would do, so long as they were rich.

Plot twist, the two guys are dating instead.

So who do you think she’ll choose? I prefer the moody one.

How weird is it to date someone outside of your house, though? Let alone the both of them, at the same time.

“Soul?” Kid calls.

Maka looks behind her in worry.

He realizes that he’s stopped in the middle of the hallway, and moves his feet again. “Sorry, what were you saying?” His mind still pricks with annoyance and anxiety.

Instead of answering his question, Kid waits for Soul to catch up, and he says softly, “Don’t worry about them. You have us.” He slips his hand into Soul’s, who then squeezes it tightly.

The space on his other side is immediately filled, too. Maka holds his hand and grins. “Fuck ‘em. Let’s go eat good.”

Once they reach the courtyard, they lay a blanket on top of the grass and climb onto it together. Maka uncaps a muggle thermal mug, while Kid frets about whether there really is enough food for all three of them. Maka hushes him, handing him a cup of warm tea, and tells him that he is the one who packed the basket. He is over prepared, as always, she jokes.

Before Soul could lay down, Kid passes his cup to him, raising an eyebrow. It doesn’t seem like Maka is pouring another one, so he takes it, sipping on it and blushing at the thought of an indirect kiss. They call him silly, but endearingly so.

The three of them continue their date beyond the eyes of the people around them, and Soul knows that their love goes further than the spread of whispers.

Prompt-

“turns out hogwarts students only give you weird looks when you date multiple people from multiple other houses huh who knew” au

[valsnonsense]

Soooooo….I might’ve gotten a weeeeee bit overexcited for Soul Eater Poly Week when it got announced, and I went and drew my boyos We know Soul’s got a fanbase, and they’d prolly make shirts saying “Soul is Best Weapon” and walk around with them. How Kid and Black⭐️Star got their hands on them they won’t say, but Soul wishes they wouldn’t wear them. (Hesecretlylovesitthoshhdonttellanybody) Soul kinda looks like a girl apologies~ i hate feet…

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@souleaterpolyamweek 2018, day 2// resonance (2/6)

💖: What are you doing here, human? 💙: I’m here for my boyfriend! 💖: Kid, you have a boyfriend? 🖤: He’s my knight. Star— 💙: And your boyfriend. 🖤: And my boyfriend. Listen, Star, we gotta help her.

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and i’ve got you and you and you

for @souleaterpolyamweek 2018, day 3// kisses

maka is attracted to literally everyone she runs into. luckily, star’s there to help her through it, because really, it’s not as big a deal as she thinks it is. (maka x blackstar, maka x crona, and maka x kid. yes, all in one fic. you’re welcome.)

“He’s cute,” Black Star says, and Maka jumps guiltily.

“No he’s not,” she lies reflexively. “I mean— who?”

Her boyfriend grins at her through a mouthful of BLT. “The kid you’re eying, duh.”

“I am not eying him,” Maka protests.

Star waves a hand. “Okay, you’re not eying him, but you’re doing the thing where your eyes kind of slide toward him until you realize you’re looking at him, and then you look away and hope no one notices.” His grin widens. “It’s cute.”

“It is not cute, it is not happening,” Maka says, ignoring how hot her face feels.

“But it could happen,” Star replies. “If you want it to. Do you have any classes with him?”

Maka stares at him. “Yes,” she says slowly, “but it’s a huge lecture—”

Star stands up. “C’mon,” he says, “let’s go say hello.”

Black Star’s kisses can be chaste and quick, but usually they are hilariously sloppy affairs, and he will not infrequently blow wet raspberries into Maka’s neck while she laughs and squirms and pretends to try to escape. More than anything, they are comforting in an clumsy sort of way, an indulgence in chaos that Maka so rarely allows herself.

Crona is carefully observant under their self-deprecating uncertainty, and Maka is drawn toward their quiet kindness like a magnet to metal.

She does her best to keep this to herself. She fails, of course, because apparently she has a Thing for observant people, because why else would Black Star have Crona under one arm and (she wants to die of embarrassment) Kid under the other?

“There she is— eep, what was that for?” Star yelps, and nurses the side where Maka had jabbed a reprimanding knuckle.

“Don’t make fun of them,” she tells her boyfriend.

“I would never,” Star sniffs, wounded. “I was just saying that people who like each other should date.”

Crona looks confused. “You’re dating her, though,” they tell Star, and Maka is at a loss to parse why that statement should cause confusion.

“I am,” Star says, unconcerned, tangling his fingers with Maka’s.

Crona looks curiously at Maka, who smiles back and hopes that the thudding of her heart doesn’t manifest in her cheeks. “Do you like me?” they ask. “Star says you do, but it’s not nice to assume.” They look back at Star. “I-I mean, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but, um…”

“It’s best to hear it from the source,” Star agrees, rubbing his thumb over Maka’s first knuckle. “You do like them, right?” he adds. “I mean, I’m like ninety percent sure, but there’s always a chance I messed that up.”

“I—” Maka glances at Kid, who is observing them with polite curiosity on his face. “They’re a wonderful friend.”

“That’s not a no,” Star points out, and raises their clasped fingers. “We’re best friends, too.”

Crona’s kisses are surprisingly deep, and longer than any Maka has ever shared with Black Star. They cling in a way that has Maka clinging back, shy and fumbling and almost innocent, a delicately flowering romance that Maka has never quite known.

Maka has no memory of the bulky guy waiting outside her classroom.

“Maka, right?” he asks, and she stops for him.

“Yes?” she replies, and, oh, he’s handsome.

He looms over her for a moment, muscles jumping in his crossed arms. “I heard… that you’re dating Crona now.”

Maka’s brows snap together. “I don’t see why that concerns you, but yes, I am.”

He nods. “I, um,” he starts, but cuts himself off with a sigh. “Look, there’s no good way to say this. I’m their ex— one of their exes, at least, and, well, they still mean a lot to me, even though I don’t talk to them anymore. I just wanted to warn you. Be careful with them. And with yourself. And avoid the fuck out of their mom, seriously, that lady is batshit.”

“Oh. Thanks?” Maka replies, caught off guard by the information. “This isn’t about Star?”

The guy gives her an odd stare. “Who?”

Kid’s kisses are as precise as the man himself. Maka relaxes into them and lets herself be carried away by Kid’s comforting certainty.

Maka turns to the woman beside her. “Can I help you?” she asks, a smile plastered on her face.

The woman studies Maka for a moment longer before nodding. “Yup,” she announces, “perfectly symmetric.”

Maka blinks. “Excuse me?”

The woman grins. “I like you,” she says matter-of-factly, and when Maka splutters, she corrects, “I can see why Kiddo likes you.” She sticks out one hand. “Name’s Liz. I’m Kid’s big sis.”

Maka shakes the offered hand uncertainly. “Nice to meet you. Did you have to stare?”

Liz’s brows lift. “Just wanted to see how you’d react. Normally people get too scared to talk to me.” Her grin sharpens. “You’re a cool chick, Albarn. Treat him well.”

Maka opens her mouth to say yes, of course, and ignores the guilt attacking her heart.

“You know I’m dating two other people, right?” Maka blurts.

Kid pauses, his lips pressed to Maka’s knuckles. “Yes. Why?”

Maka stares at him and wonders how she managed to find partners (and so many partners) who seem to have gotten over the hang-ups that plague her. “I just, um, thought you should be aware. Does… does your sister know?”

“I don’t know how she would know,” Kid muses, “but I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.” He tilts his head. “Is there a problem?”

Maka can’t stop the relieved grin that creeps across her lips. “No. No problem.”

“He’s cute,” Black Star says, and Maka looks critically at the tall, platinum-blond guy walking past them.

“A little,” she admits, and looks back at him. “What about me?”

He laughs and leans in to deliver a kiss-turned-raspberry to her cheek. “You’re the cutest,” he says, and Maka laughs even as she complains about the slobber on her cheek. “Back me up,” he adds to the others.

“You’re always cute,” Kid says absently, but his eyes do flicker up from his laptop to meet Maka’s, and he smiles a little bit as he looks back at the screen.

Crona hands her a napkin. “Even when you have Star spit all over your face,” they agree.

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sun and smoke

Written for @souleaterpolyamweek Soul Eater Polyamory Week 2018 Day 7- Through The Seasons

Soul Eater Evans, Maka Albarn, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, Black Star | Day 7 Read on FFNET or AO3

Prologue.

After weeks of pestering, she finally gave in.

Maka huffed while her friends cried of joy. She told them that they were overreacting, but after she considered how long she’d been avoiding the topic, perhaps it wasn’t one after all. While Tsubaki excitingly discussed their meal prep, Soul worryingly asked if there was any equipment that they could use or how to clean it once they were out in the woods. Black Star sniffed and told them confidently that between Maka and the laid-back camping club president, himself, they were more than ready to tackle the outdoors.

The arm around Maka’s shoulder held her hostage. She nodded reluctantly and assured that they would make a more comprehensive list the next day-- just please let her go to work now, please.

Bidding farewell and the like, she set off for the bookstore and left her friends calling behind her.

Maka was a sociable person, but after a full school week of constant talking, even the most extroverted of people needed to have their alone time. It just so happened that solo camping was her version of that. Leaving early every Saturday morning and coming home every Sunday evening, it was unclear to others where she’d been during those hours. But one thing was certain: she always smelled of smoke and sun when she came back.

Prompt-

Yuru Camp AU

Happy Birthday @rebornfromash ♥ 3/25

I’ll be updating the story every Friday until it’s completed exclusively on AO3 and FFNET. It will not be updated on Tumblr because of the many chapters but please continue to follow the story on these sites! The first chapter will be out on 3/30, I hope you all will enjoy~

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Cool, Cute, and Clever

Written for @souleaterpolyamweek Soul Eater Polyamory Week 2018 Day 1- Movie Night/Sleepover

Liz Thompson, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, Akane Hoshi | Day 1 Read on FFNET or AO3

It was a good chance to relax, Liz breathed. A good time to kick back, indeed.

She’d already made herself comfortable on the sofa, tucking her legs into the cushions and resting her chin on her hand. The remote was too far away from her, and neither of her partners were around to bring it closer. Glad that these were the mundane problems of that day, she turned her attention to Tsubaki’s and Akane’s conversation, hoping to catch one of them.

“We’re all clever,” Tsubaki said, scooping popcorn out of the pot and into a bowl.

“Yes, but one of us has to be more clever than the other.” Akane closed the kitchen cabinet, then walked over to where Liz sat, handing over a large bag of chips before making his way towards the hallway. He called out loudly so he could still be heard. “There can only be one!”

“Does that mean it’s Liz, then?” Tsubaki asked, a little more loudly since Akane stepped away.

He was quick to decline. “She’s the cool one.”

“But I don’t see how ‘clever’ fits me better than her.”

“What are you two arguing over?” Liz chimed in.

“Not arguing, just being indecisive.”

“No, we’re pretty much arguing, Tsu.”

“He’s right though,” Liz said. “You’re clever.”

Tsubaki brought the massive bowl over and set it on the table before she joined Liz on the couch. Popping a piece onto her mouth, and another into Liz’s, she called out to Akane. “So if I’m the clever one, Liz is the cool one, what does that make you?”

“The cute one!”

“Ha!” Liz snorted. “Are those the three categories? In that case, I think Tsu is the cute one.” An indignant squeak beside her only confirmed it. “C-u-t-e.”

Tsubaki moved to put her head on Liz’s shoulder. She mumbled something that she refused to repeat.

Twirling the girl’s hair in her hand, Liz asked, “By the way, can you grab the remote?”

“Too comfy now. Make Akane get it.”

“Make me get what?” He finally made it to the living room with a blanket bundled in his arms.

“The remote.”

“Sure, once… hey, where do I sit?”

Liz and Tsubaki looked to him, and then at each other. Tsubaki’s couch was only a two seater, and between the both of them, there was only so much room left over. Unfortunately, the girls were reluctant to move.

“On the arm?”

“For the whole night? No way, Liz. Scooch over.”

Without waiting, he plopped himself in between the two, still clutching the blanket. With all of their shoulders pressed together, they could barely turn their heads.

“You see, this is why you aren’t the clever one,” Liz frowned.

Tsubaki nudged Akane off of her leg. “Maybe you can grab another chair?”

He frowned, “And let you two have all of the fun? You see, this is why we should’ve done this at my place again.”

“Why couldn’t we again?” Liz asked, fixing her position. “I mean, Clay could have joined movie night.”

“He already took over the living room for video game night when I went to go pick up Akane,” Tsubaki sighed.

“Well, one of us is going to have to park on the ground-- hey, don’t look at me. I got here first.”

Akane looked thoughtful for a moment. He eyed the top of the couch, and then to the arms. “Tsu, you’re a ninja, aren’t you?”

“No way, I’m not doing that.”

“Again, you aren’t the clever one, Akane,” Liz chuckled.

“Can we at least agree that Tsu is the cute one then?”

“Yeah, lock that in.”

“Hey!”

“You see? Cute.”

“Ok, but where am I going to sit? Seriously.”

A moment of silence fell upon them, but just before Liz could yield her place, Akane laid himself across both Tsubaki’s and Liz’s laps, draping the blanket over his body. The couch was still too small, so his fluffy socks and stuck out into the air above the arm.

“Cool,” he said, deadpanned.

Liz patted his head, “I’ll say. You can be the cool one, now.”

Snuggling into his place, Akane sighed happily.

“That leaves clever to Liz. I told you she was.” Tsubaki patted his head.

“Can someone get the remote now?”

“I just got comfortable though.”

“And we can’t move because of your heavy ass.”

“The news channel it is then,” Tsubaki sighed.

“You go, Suzy. What that sky do tonight?”

Prompts-

Imagine your OT3 arguing about who is “the clever one”, who is “the cool one”, and who is “the cute one”.

Imagine your OT3 all trying to sit on a two-seater sofa at once to watch a film, and one of them eventually giving up and just lying across the laps of the other two.

Thank u hella to @alliope, rushbub, and ash for the beta and read through!

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The Non-solitary Witch

Written for @souleaterpolyamweek Soul Eater Polyamory Week 2018 Day 4- Fighting Team

Black Star, Kim Diehl, Maka Albarn | Day 4 Read on FFNET or AO3

He found out not long ago. He knew about her heritage, her magic, her past.

Interestingly enough, Kim doesn’t mind it. Black Star was many thing, but malicious, he was not. Like her small world had expanded, Kim sought him out rather than ignored.

“You understand,” she said one day, not as a way to confirm, but as a statement of fact. It was that day that she decided to place everything in the open; she, who concealed everything, wanted someone similar by her side.

Black Star raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say a word against it. Instead, he pushed the bag of chips on the table closer to her and flipped to another page in his gaming magazine. “I guess,” he replied drily.

He was so nonchalant that Kim wondered if he really did know what she was talking about. She slammed her hand down, making him look up from his magazine again. This time, he was irritated.

“Seriously, you understand, don’t you? That we can’t tell anyone about anything. You get how lonely it is and how fucking scary it is to be found out.”

Scoffing, he said, “Do I really though?”

“Yes!” Kim yelled, voice still raising as she continued. “Of course you do! This is why you try so damn hard at everything you do. You try to scrub away your inherited past and you redirect everything to what you are now. It’s to protect yourself!”

His eyes darkened, and he tossed his magazine onto the table where it slid and hit her hand. “I don’t run away from it. There are plenty of people who know.”

“Is that why Maka was kept in the dark about it until you guys grew up?”

“Better quit, Kim.”

“Seriously, tell me then, why else would she be new to this if you weren’t trying to bury shit behind you? Of all people, she should have been the first to know.”

“She was.”

“Then what if she turned away from you if she found out when you guys were kids? See? That’s why—”

“She wouldn’t.”

Kim paused, hesitating when he did not. He was certain of that fact, unyielding, looking at her dead on until she broke eye contact.

“How— how do you know for sure?”

Black Star sighed, retrieving his magazine. “You’ll figure it out.”

Deflated, shut down, she lowered back into her seat. What was it about Maka that made Black Star defend her so reverently? Try as she may, Kim couldn’t grasp why for a very long time.

It was only after she began to see Maka in the special light that Black Star did that Kim started to skim the surface. She, who couldn’t bring herself to trust anyone other than her partner and her self proclaimed suffer buddy, suddenly wanted to add another person into her circle. It took Kim a while, but Maka was so full of love— it didn’t take much effort for her to be let in.

“Great,” Kim groaned into her hands. “I’m her new hero complex project, aren’t it.”

Black Star cackled. “What did you expect? She found out you’re a witch, so you’re basically fucked, but in a good way.”

“That Soul Perception is a bitch.”

“I told you she wouldn’t mind. She’s probably going to knit you a scarf, too.”

Kim screeched at the thought of a bulky wool scarf around her neck, but oddly enough, she already felt warmer, safer, with Maka around. The girl was a bundle of uncontained energy, same as her childhood friend, and she released it in bursts of compassion, smothering any who came across.

After the battle on the moon was won, the young generation of fighters were still at war. Maka’s next target was society’s problems and the grounds for a new era, and while Black Star and Kim were in need of rest, they were still dragged along to their girlfriend’s trip to the library on one particular night.

She camped at a table surrounded by documents and books, few that she’d published herself. All she asked from her partners was that they kept the seats warm so that no one else would sit in her area. Nothing else, especially not to read, Maka assured.

After all these years, Black Star never lost his love for magazines. He immediately kicked his feet up onto the table and began to read, ignoring Maka’s exasperated plea to at least take off his muddy boots.

Kim, on the other hand, pretended to keep busy herself. Armed with a couple of old grimoires that she’d pilfered from the witch dimension, she cracked one open and hoped that the translations would come easily to her as when she were a child. Most of the words, she skimmed, whereas certain texts that were deemed easy to read were more focused on. Kim felt slightly guilty of her time-not-well-spent, but she was far too tired from her duties from earlier that day.

While she was in mid-sentence, Maka gasped. “Kim, where’d you find that?”

“Huh?” Kim looked up and saw eyes on her book’s cover. “Just a thing I brought in.”

“I need it,” Maka said, lunging for it.

One should never stand between a girl and her books, people have warned Kim before, and so she let her have it, watching curiously as Maka pulled it over to her side of the table.

“What for?”

“Research.”

“On?”

Black Star snorted, and Kim swore she could hear his eyes roll. “Her project. You weren’t there for it, but Maks proposed a new thingy-ma-bob for fostering witch relations, yada-yada.” He flipped to a new page in his airplane catalogue that he’d taken from his previous flight. “Just let her have it. None of us will have any peace until she presents at the next meeting.”

Maka glared at him. “If you know, then make yourself useful.”

“Not my thing, plus you promised I wouldn’t have to do anything as long as I take up space.”

“What ever.” Turning to Kim next, and to Kim’s surprise, she said, “Don’t worry, I won’t ask your for assistance because of ‘bias opinion,’ but I’m hoping that this will help in the long run.” Maka returned to the book, scribbling notes onto her already dense and marked up papers every once in a while.

Shocked, Kim sat back in her seat, empty-handed, but full-hearted. She continued to watch Maka who furrowed her eyebrow on difficult parts, and unabashedly asked for Kim’s translation at certain points. Eventually, Kim was forced to fork over her entire collection, and even then that wasn’t enough for Maka.

She pushed her chair back and rose to her feet. “I’ll be back,” Maka said, already bouncing to the restricted shelves with her ID card in hand. “Watch my stuff, Kim, Star!”

“Got it, Maks,” Black Star said without looking up.

After a moment of silence, Kim whispered softly, quietly, “I get it.” She didn’t need to say anything else before or beyond that. She heard a page turn.

“Told you,” he scoffed, sniffing a little as he did. “Took ya long enough.”

“God, you both are so annoying.”

“You love us though, like, hella.”

“Shut up, Star.”

Bonus:

“So when did Star tell you, Maka? About the Star Clan thing.”

Maka let out a burst of laughter. “Him? Tell me? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Wait, he didn’t? How did you find out then? Other people?”

“Shut up,” Black Star grumbled.

“No, you.” Maka continued to cackle.

“Seriously, I don’t get it.”

“Kim, you think this knuckle head could figure it out himself?”

“Better quit, Maks.”

“Look at you, pretending to be all tough and mysterious,” Maka cooed. “After his first few missions, he couldn’t figure out why regular people were so afraid of him, even moreso than other DWMA people. So obviously, I had to hit the library--”

“--you stole your dad’s card again.”

“I’m going to hit you next if you don’t let me finish,” she said, raising a fist. “Anyway, I found out and had to break the news to him, not the other way around. Oh Star, did you really try to act all cool to Kim?”

Black Star growled, “I didn’t have to say nuthin’, damn nerd.”

“So, Star couldn’t tell you, because, you were already the first to know?’ Kim asked slowly.

“Ain’t that a bitch?”

Heavily inspired by a conversation with @psychadelicrose

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questions with answers

Written for @souleaterpolyamweek Soul Eater Polyamory Week 2018 Day 5- Closer

Black Star, Death the Kid, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa | Day 5 Read on FFNET or AO3

There were always rumors circulating around Black Star. Some were probably true, others were maybe half lies. But one thing's for certain: the subject himself was complete and utter shit at confirming and debunking them.

Usually, it's always easier for a person to go to the source to clear up any confusion, a person may think. In fact, that was how many of Black Star's classmates treated some rumors at first. He was always eager to overshare or to speak about some outlandish adventure that he wanted to embark on. It should have been a piece of cake for them to talk to someone as honest and unshy as he, and yet there they stood, more irritated than ever.

He answered with unclear confirmation, following questions with impressed nods and "sure" or "I guess, yeah." Those words and actions solved nothing, and yet Black Star always left with a pleased smile, as if he had contributed something else to the grander scheme of things. If anyone tried to continue the conversation, then he would look back to them, and then say, "What else ya need?"

Shut down.

So, of course, people were always quick to turn to his closest companions for answers. They sought them out, waiting for the rare occasion that Black Star wasn't around to catch them. Unfortunately, those friends of his were as unhelpful as him.

Maka, with the sweetest of smiles, said, "Just ask him yourself! Let's call him over. I'll help you. Go on." She tried so hard to be the opposite of a problem, yet usually became the cause of it- bless her heart.

Kilik treated everything as a joke, slapping his knee with the most wild of rumors. "Gods, I wouldn't put it past him to do that!" he laughed, then added onto the pile of rumors to clear. "Listen, listen, ok? I heard…"

Jackie reprimanded people for spreading rumors, so it backfired to ask her for the truth.

It was too hard to speak with Patty. With her cryptic tongue and looming, glaring sister, she was the wild card. "Stockholm Syndrome," she said, with the utmost confidence. "Gotta be. It's his age, right sissy?"

Liz often cut in. "I swear, if you talk about Black Star's puberty one more time, I'll shoot everyone in this room, and then myself."

The last on the list, though for a good reason, was Soul. No one dared to approach him for answers, just don't bother. It wasn't because he was intimidating or anything of the sort; it was because he was never seen alone. So asking him would ultimately result in him directing the question to the person with him.

And if that person were Maka, then it was better that they didn't ask at all.

Instead of playing a game of chase with the eccentric elite, people generally roped new students or naive underclassmen to find out answers for them. Those young ones' spirits weren't broken yet and so were the perfect mouse to throw into the trap. If they got answers, then they would be the lucky ones.

Black Star was approached by two students one day, wide eyed and in awe.

"You're… The Black Star?"

He wasted no time, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest. "The one and only. Stand back, don't want your eyes to be blinded by these guns," he grunted, flexing a little extra.

"You're disgusting," Kim said, leaving for the cafeteria without him.

People were still filing out of the classroom, and so the two kids and Black Star stepped to the side to talk.

"So, what can I do ya for?"

"We just had some questions about you, 'cause no one knows or something."

He rubbed his nose, "Yeah, well, only I would know me best."

They ooed and awed.

Poor chumps.

"Then you'll answer for us?"

"Guess I'll have to."

"Okay, so, do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?" one of them giggled.

"Yeah."

"Cool! A boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"That's right."

"Uh, so, you're definitely dating someone… huh?"

"Yeah, buddy. They're super great."

"... And they are…?"

Black Star cocked his head to the side, "... pretty cool?"

The other kid couldn't contain their curiosity and threw their entire game plan into wack. "So is it Tsubaki or is it Death the Kid?" they blurted.

Their friend gasped, but Black Star wasn't fazed. He merely smiled and answered simply.

"Yeah! So you know!"

The both of them slapped their foreheads, and once they realized that he wasn't going to say anything that they could understand, they both decided to leave in defeat. They thanked Black Star for his time weakly, and he patted the both of them on the head despite them being taller.

"Train hard," he said, giving a thumbs up.

The students scurried away quickly.

"Strange youth," Black Star said to no one in particular.

But another set of people heard him. They finally exited the classroom together and looked at the other two students' retreating form.

"I thought you answered them pretty well," Tsubaki smiled, reaching to take his hand. "But you probably should have said it in a complete sentence. Otherwise, people will misunderstand again."

"Try harder," Kid added, taking Black Star's other hand.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, squeezing both lightly. "Can we go eat now? There's a ramen special today at the cafeteria."

He walked a little ahead of the other two, swinging their arms in an alternating pattern. While other people stared, Black Star wondered how people managed to not get it, especially when he answered so directly.

Some people, man.

Can't please 'em.

Prompt-

Someone: Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Me: Yes! But wait, there's more!

Thank you to Rebornfromash for betaing!

[l0chn3ss]

Tipped Off

Written for @souleaterpolyamweek Soul Eater Polyamory Week 2018 Day 4- Fighting Team

Black Star, Kim Diehl, Maka Albarn | Day 4 Read on FFNET or AO3

On Thursday night, Kim decided to pay attention to her side of the restaurant for once in her waitressing life. Just that afternoon, she'd spotted a discounted Mac in the ads, and with her own laptop on its last breath, it was a deal that she wanted to take. She'd done some math and figured that with a week's worth of extra tips and a punctual paycheck, she could have her prize as soon as Wednesday. She just had to swallow her pride and put on her best smiles.

With her resolve fueling her, she plastered a chipper facade onto her face and approached her next table.

"Hello, my name is Kim, and I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I get you started with some drinks?"

The boy closest to the edge of the booth jumped in surprise. "Sorry, what?"

Her eyebrow twitched, her smile faltered. "My name is Kim. Can I get you guys some drinks?"

"Uh, what's uh, what kind of drinks do you have?"

Before she could answer, the two boys across from her laughed. "Come on, Black Star. She's not that cute."

Kim squeaked, "Excuse me?"

Quickly, the boy closest to the window waved his hand and corrected himself. "Sorry, not you. I meant the girl sitting over there by herself."

Without looking to where he was pointing, Kim continued on as if that blunder never happened. "For drinks, we have Sprite, Sunkist, Pepsi-"

"Pepsi for me," the boy to her right said. He gestured next to him, to the same boy who spoke up before, "Kilik'll have one too, probably." A nod confirmed his order. "And Black Star? For you?"

The one sitting alone on his side of the booth rubbed his head. He was still flustered, still flipping through the pages of the menu in attempts to find the beverages section, but he gave up soon after his friend brought him to attention. The boy, Black Star, apparently, muttered, "Just water."

"Right. I'll be back with that soon."

As she left, she heard them begin to bicker again.

"She's alone. Go make a move, Star!"

"I'm not getting up for that."

"Your loss."

"Shut up, Harvar."

"Seriously, he's right. What's gotten into you?"

"You shut up, too, Kilik."

Kim tapped their order into the POS system, trying to forget about their topic of conversation. It wasn't her first time hearing customers talk about their respective love interests. As a waitress, she was easily mistaken as a prop or a side character to some greater story, and so Kim had heard plenty of interesting things from people who didn't bother to restrain themselves.

She confirmed her entry, then moved onto her next task.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the group of boys growing rowdy again. They dug their fists into each other's heads and laughed as if they had no other care in the world. Rather, they had just one, and that was apparently caused by the not-that-cute girl that they were referring to before.

Kim wasn't curious, but she was very nosy. When she walked back to deliver the drinks, she took a peek in the general direction she remembered being pointed towards. There sat a petite girl, about Kim's age, ash blonde and doe eyed. She'd been at the restaurant for the last hour and a half, surrounded by books and an endless order of coffee and garlic bread for her table of one.

Though she wasn't seated in Kim's section this time, the girl, a regular, spurred a flurry of whispers amongst the staff whenever she arrived. She came every few weeks, sometimes with a couple of friends or her father, but most frequently as a solo diner. Given the amount of time she spent in the restaurant, she must have sampled the entire menu at least twice, and she always offered a generous tip before she left. The staff were always happy to see her, and some knew her by name.

Weirdly enough, Kim was not one of the lucky few with that sort of information.

It was always business and tips when it came to the restaurant. She didn't want to turn it into one of her stomping grounds, especially when she had so much else to do outside of it. Sure, she's made friends here before, but Kim has no desire to be part of the gritty details and workplace drama. It was only her money maker, her bread and butter. Soon enough, she'd be out anyway.

She fought the urge to take another look at the girl, worried that she would be caught in the middle of the act. The group was completely wrong: she was that cute, so much so that the wait staff fought over whose area to seat her in. Kim had been the lucky person last time, and somehow, it was enough to pacify her for the time being.

As she made her way back to the boys' table, drinks at the ready, she hitched her customer service smile back up onto her face. "Here you are!" she said sweetly, "Can I take your—"

"One more minute," a boy interrupted. Harvar, was it?

Kim forced wider. "Ok, take your ti—"

"No, it's fine," Black Star groaned, running both hands through his blue hair. "I'm ready now."

"You sure?" his friend teased, "We can wait."

Black Star looked unamused. "Fuck off, Harvar."

"Right, ok, your order?" Kim tried again, peeved at the interruptions but reluctantly amused, too. She had a natural tendency to poke at others already, and so the group managed to coax a few sarcastic comments from her as they went on, accidental at first, but eventually purposeful.

It took her a while to extract their order of one appetizer and three entrees between their ongoing banter, but each dish came with interesting details, and despite everything, Kim found herself hanging onto their conversation. They were fun to be around, and unsurprisingly, they were as welcoming as if they knew her all along. The group had even managed to get a rise out of Kim, laughing when she hit Black Star on the back of his head with her notepad.

"Come on, stop bothering the waitress, Black Star," Kilik said.

"She's not stopping me, besides, they're plenty of me to go around!"

"We're tired," Harvar said, but his tone suggested otherwise.

"And I'm not."

"But you still won't go up to the girl over there, even after showing me your moves?" Kim jutted her thumb behind her, turning to look as she did and catching the brief movement of pigtails. "Tragic."

Black Star's ears turned red while the others snickered. Harvar held up his hand for a high five, which Kim found within herself to return.

"S-shut up! It's different."

She snorted. "Relatable. But watching you two making eyes at each other is going to make the entire restaurant lose their appetite."

"We're not- I mean, she's not- Wait I'm not- We really are not!"

Kim left Harvar and Kilik to their teasing. All three of them were ballsy; she'd give them that, but they weren't enough to pull Kim away from her tips— at least, not yet.

She slid into the kitchen to report to the line cooks that another one had fallen for the girl.

"God, I want to see what this chick is like."

"Maybe once you wipe the grease off your face," the guy from the back corner yelled, guffawing.

"Ay, Kim, you afraid of some competition?"

Scoffing, she pinned the table's order onto the board. "Please, if Lydia failed, what makes you think I'd be arsed to try myself?"

"Lydia ain't you, though."

Once the food was ready, Kim hoisted the large tray onto her shoulder and crossed the distance again to deliver it; on the way, she couldn't resist the urge to check on the girl for a brief moment before moving on.

"Right-o. Is there anything else I can get you guys?"

"Actually, yeah." Kilik nodded towards the girl. "You can get this fool her number. He still hasn't shut up since you left."

"Well, y'all are the ones who can't stop dissing me!"

Kim raised an eyebrow. "What's in this for me?"

"Satisfaction of helping out a thirsty boy?"

"Peace and quiet?"

"I can't believe you two," Black Star groaned.

She raised an eyebrow. "This is actually kind of sickening, but in a romantic way."

Kim really was surprised that, despite all his boyish charm, he didn't have the guts to talk to the regular girl himself. He'd proven it enough while talking to her, but why not do it once again to the girl who seemed equally as smitten? If it was anything like what he was showing Kim, he should've had no problem.

People were strange.

"No gain, no deal," she said, turning to leave.

"Wait."

Black Star's tone managed to stop Kim in her tracks. She saw a shift in his demeanor, a playful smile surfaced along with a glint in his eye. He leaned forward and put his weight onto the table. "How about my number, too?"

Kilik and Harvar howled with laughter. "Black Star, you sly, sly dog! Leave some for the rest of us!"

Blinking, then cocking her hip, Kim smirked, "You think you can handle me?"

"Absolutely."

"And her? At the same time?"

"Get me her number and find out."

She smacked him upside the head again, said, "Nice try. Drink your water now, thirsty," and left to swoon in peace, out of sight.

Once away, Kim let a true smile emerge on her lips. She hadn't felt her interest build since the first time she'd served the regular girl while she was still new to the job. Both of them attracted her, enticed her.

But, would she get a couple extra dollars if she helped?

Before she could go back into the kitchen, her coworker stopped her.

"Oy, Kim? My shift is ending but I still have three tables. Can you cover? Table 13 and 14 are still on entrees. But table 18 needs her check."

Lightbulb.

"You got it, but you owe me."

"Oh please." Her friend rolled their eyes. "Taking my tips should be good compensation. I got to make the bus on time, so they're all yours."

"Good point. You can leave now."

They snorted. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Not wasting any time, she hopped to the register to gather what she needed. After checking to see if the boys were looking over- which they weren't- she snuck over to the girl's table across the restaurant.

"Hey," Kim said, sliding into the seat across from her, placing down the receipt and hushing the girl's surprise. "I'm not supposed to be doing this, but you know the guy with the blue hair— hold it! Don't look over." She snapped her fingers, commanding attention again. "Come on, you've done it enough tonight. But yeah, him. He wants your number, so can I get the digits and a name to go with it?"

"Oh," the girl squeaked.

Cute.

"I, uh. I know who you're talking about. Hard to not notice… Name's Maka, and let me get a piece of paper."

"That was kind of easy. More than I thought, actually."

Maka blushed and tore off a corner of lined paper. "I mean, why not, I guess."

Kim hummed. "So, he definitely wasn't the only one watching, huh?"

The deepening color on her cheeks confirmed Kim's suspicions. Without looking at the phone number, she snatched it away once Maka's pen stopped and held it between her index and middle finger.

"You're cute, really," Kim said. "I'll be back to collect the bill. Expect a text soon, or whatever."

In no time at all, she was back at the other table, flicking the paper at the boy's head. "I work fast," she put it simply. "Don't forget to leave generous payment."

There was a small sting in her heart that came with helping two people get together, especially when she was feeling a type of way for them both. She didn't stay for long once she was sure that Black Star had taken a look at the contents inside of the paper, only saying briefly who it belonged to, the girl's name feeling strange on her lips.

"You treat her well, you hear?"

And with that, Kim left the table alone for the rest of their time, doubling on the others more vigorously. By the time she'd looked back to Maka's table, she was gone, books and all. Though a five dollar bill replaced her, Kim sort of wished that the person was still there instead.

She dropped it into her apron and decided to forget about it while she cleared the table.

After an immeasurable amount of time had passed, she eventually found herself back at with the boys, taking care of their bill and exchanging a few more words before they left, half-heartedly. The continued to speak in hushed voices whenever Kim came close, and she figured that she may have overstayed her visit. It wasn't a waitress' role to get involved with the customer after all.

"I'll leave you to it then, thanks for dining with us today," Kim said as she dropped off their card and their copy of the receipt.

However, that wasn't the last surprise of the night.

On the line meant for tips, a ten digit number was filled in instead of an amount. Kim snorted, "I would have preferred cash, but whatever."

She was added to a group chat by the end of her shift.

Prompt-

@otpprompts: Person A is at a restaurant with family members or friends when they see someone also dining in the restaurant, but they're alone (Person B). When the waitstaff-person (Person C if OT3) comes back to A's table and asks if there's anything else they can get them, Person A replies "Yeah, that person's phone number," and points to Person B. Cue them actually going up and getting B's number for A. OT3 Bonus: Person C asks if it's alright if they get Person A's number as well and they all begin to have phone chats and group texts. Persons B and C make fun of Person A for "using their waitstaff as a wingman".

Thank you to Alliope, Psychadelicrose, and soundofez for betaing!

[valsnonsense]

Not Made of Glass

Decided to do a drabble for today’s theme: Kisses 

Shipping: Death/Star/Soul (Death the Kid x Black*Star x Soul)

Rating: SFW 

Warnings:  Fluff with some teenie tiny suggestive undertones 

The kisses were soft, slow, and tender.  As if he was made of glass.

Kid hadn’t realized beforehand, that the two loudest and most obnoxious people he had met, could be so… gentle.

His first shock was with Soul.  Their relationship was much softer then he had expected.  Sure, he and Black☆Star had competed for Soul’s affection, only to both be chosen, but he didn’t expect Soul to be gentle, and almost nervous with him.  

Kid and Black☆Star’s relationship with one another started as a whole shit load of sexual tension that always rose up when they fought over who could take Soul on the best date, or who could give better smooches.  But after a bit of talking, and Soul’s clever meddling, Kid and Black☆Star accepted their building romance as well, and the three became one big love herd.

But Kid still didn’t get how gentle these two could be.  He expected Black☆Star to be bold, rough and demanding.  And he expected Soul to be suave and cool about it, taking him by surprise and using those shark teeth to his advantage.

But it was the opposite.

Kid was currently laying back against Black☆Star’s chest, with Soul’s head tucked to his own.  The albino had leaned up to capture his lips in a gentle, hesitant kiss, slowly moving against him as if the slightest bit of pressure could shatter him.

Kid returned this kiss with vigor, pressing to the weapon’s surprisingly soft lips and bit harder then he had received.  If made a few soft gasps expel from Soul’s nostrils, but the kiss continued.

It lasted a few minutes too, lips leaving each other for a few, short seconds for air before slowly coming back together.  Kid felt a warm chill run up his spine suddenly when the second pair of gentle, this time chapped lips, pressed to his nape.  The reaper sighed to himself, feeling so loved, yet so frustrated at the gentleness of each kiss.

He didn’t know why they treated him so tenderly and gently.  He had no complaints that was for certain, but it was frustrating how they weren’t even trying to be a bit more forceful.  He would admit to himself, being a little rough wouldn’t be something he’d complain about either.

When the chapped lips reached up behind his ear, and the soft ones moved down to his throat, his own lips were free to speak his piece.

“I’m not made of glass you know.”

The chapped lips chuckled softly, kissing his ear.  

“We know…” Black☆Star whispered, nibbling on the lobe of his ear.  Kid felt Soul’s kisses reach his collarbone, the gentleness still there.  Kid sighed.

“If you know, then why do you treat me as such?” he asked, feeling genuinely curious as to why they would treat him as if he was a fragile teacup if they knew he could take more then that.  

Soul snickered against his collarbone, nuzzling his pale skin.

“Hmm… cause you’re small and cute,” he answered, making Kid snort.

“I could kick both of your asses in my sleep you do know this right?  Because if you are doing this just to frustrate me I will come down on the both of you,” he replied, pursing his lips.  

The two males laughed at his threat, Black☆Star reaching up and kissing his cheek, but this time a bit forcefully.

“We know, you’re just fun to tease.  Why, you don’t like our kisses?” he pouted, laying his chin on Kid’s shoulder.

The reaper rolled his eyes, smirking at the assassin.

“I didn’t say that.  But if you two could be more dominating I’d enjoy them even more.”

Soul whistled from where he was tucked, his nose rubbing underneath Kid’s chin suggestively.

“Oh, so bold.  Coming from someone has regal as yourself,” he teased.  

Kid rolled his eyes, hugging Soul’s head gently as he planted a few kisses on his scalp.

“Oh hush, as if you’re bold in any way.  This is coming from the boy who cries every time he watches Chicago.”

Soul huffed angrily, looking up to glare at him.

“Shut up!  I know I cry easily, leave me alone!” he whined, making Kid and Black☆Star chuckle.  Black☆Star leaned down and kissed the back of Kid’s neck, nuzzling the curls in the bottom of his hair.

“Aw, boys must you fight? Can’t we just relax for once?” he asked, receiving deadpan stares from both Soul and Kid.

There was silence.

“You wanna be the pot or the kettle?”

Black☆Star huffed, rolling his eyes and leaning back against the couch.  He reached down and pulled Kid and Soul up towards him, placing them either side of his chest.

Kid yelped at the sudden movement, but couldn’t say anything before Black☆Star captured his lips in a daring and rather bold kiss.  

Kid couldn’t do much to resist him, not that he wanted to either.  Kid returned the powerful presence with glee.  He rolled onto his stomach, holding onto Black☆Star’s shoulders tightly as to not slip off the couch, as he kissed the assassin greedily.  When Black☆Star pulled away, Soul replaced him, the kisses bold but still hesitant.

After many minutes of switching from kiss to kiss, Kid was red from his ears to his shoulders, trying to suppress grins of joy as he kissed his lovers.

Black☆Star and Soul eventually died down and the three returned to simply laying on the couch, enjoying the other’s presence.

Kid sighed, linking his hand with Soul’s across Black☆Star’s chest and leaning up to kiss Black☆Star’s cheek.

“Those kisses a little better?” he asked, his own blush dusting across his face when Kid kissed his nose.  Kid leaned across him and kissed Soul’s forehead before answering, snuggling into Black☆Star’s side.  He nodded.

“They were.  But I still don’t mind the gentle one’s now and then.”

Kid smiled when Soul squeezed his hand and when Black☆Star tucked him to his side a bit tighter.

The force of each action made him feel loved, and he returned them with as much vigor as he had received.

He wasn’t made of glass, they were aware of this.  And he was glad that they were willing to treat him with a bit more force.

But he still would admit.

He did like their gentleness every now and then.   

I went for super fluffs today!  I like to think that Soul and Black☆Star would do their teasing to Kid by treating him all fragile and gentle since he’s a bit smaller then them.  Of course Kid could totally take more but he does enjoy the soft, vanilla kisses every now and then. 

I made this as pure as possible cuz I’m a fuckin sucker for super strong confidant and cool types being soft and gentle and ahhhhhh

Well that’s all I got for today!

~HUGS ALL AROUND~

[valsnonsense]

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“G-Guys… it’s not funny…” Soul whimpered, wiping more stray tears from his cheek.  

The two other boys in the bed with him only chuckled in response to the pitiful attempt at toughness, Black☆Star ruffling his hair fondly. 

“Oh it is.  I can’t believe you got so emotional at that scene,” he voiced, snickering when Soul latched onto him and attempted to squeeze his lungs out.  

“Of course I did!  P-Pidge and Matt found their dad!  How come YOU didn’t cry!” he wailed, his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

Kid rolled his eyes from the side, reaching into the popcorn bag. 

“But Soul, their reunion wasn’t nearly has emotional when Pidge and Matt themselves reunited,” Kid replied, smiling fondly when Soul only whimpered.  Black☆Star snickered, leaning down to plant a kiss on Soul’s forehead. 

“Oh buck up baby.  Hey, if it helps you look cute as fuck when you’re all weepy eyed like that.”  But that certainly didn’t help.  Soul sucked in a short breath through his nose and groaned, his blush traveling to his ears. 

“I am not CUTE!  You two are mean, making me watch this!” he cried, laying down suddenly and flipping onto his stomach.  When he shoved his face into the pillow, Black☆Star and Kid exchanged a look.  Kid leaned forward, “Um… Soul?  It was your turn to pick the movie for movie night.  You did this to yourself.” 

Soul’s head popped off the pillow, his lips pursed into a snarl. 

“But the new season of Voltron came out!  I couldn’t just sit and not watch it!  But you guys KNEW I’d cry at one point so that’s why we watched it and not an actual movie huh!?” he snapped, glaring at them through his tears. 

Kid and Black☆Star looked at each other guiltily, small blushes dusted on their faces. 

The bluenette looked back down at Soul, giving him his signature toothy grin, “Alright you got us there.  But it’s not OUR fault you cry so easily!”

“AAHH!!!”

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I wrote a drabble~ 

But this is my first piece for Soul Eater Polyam Week!  The ship I’ll be doing is none other than Death/Star/Soul, my absolute favorite ship in the whole goddamn series. 

I have this headcanon that if any of them is the cryer at movies or shows, it is definitely Soul.  He’ll cry at happy scenes, sad scenes, angering scenes, anything really.  And of course, his dumb boyfriends don’t help when they go and pick on him for it.  Letting him watch Voltron for the weekly movie night, come on it was a set I tell you! 

And I think they’d be into cartoons like Voltron.  Black☆Star and Soul are the enthusiasts while Kid just sits along to watch Black☆Star yell during the fight scenes and Soul cry at every emotional scene or like every other episode 

But yeah that’s all I got.  The under the cut wasn’t working so sorry for the long post on the first day :I 

~HUGS ALL AROUND~         

[l0chn3ss]

Motel Mishap

Written for @souleaterpolyamweek Soul Eater Polyamory Week 2018 Day 6- Cuddles

Soul Eater Evans, Maka Albarn, Death the Kid | Day 6 Read on FFNET or AO3

“You could have booked any other hotel, but no, you went for a friggin’ motel in the middle of nowhere!”

“It looked bigger in the pictures,” Maka whispered. She leaned over to unzip her boots, and after a good look at the carpet, she decided against it.

Soul grumbled, “This is why I told you to read the description and the reviews. Why didn’t you just let Kid book the hotel?”

“He was busy perfecting our cosplay,” she tried. “Right, Kid?”

“Don’t drag me into this.”

“Erm, are you still working on it?”

“No, I left it in the car. I don’t believe this room would be… suitable for any fine tuning.”

Exhausted and irritable, the three were in mid commute to their next convention. It was Maka’s idea to drive from Nevada to Southern California rather than book three plane tickets, and it was Soul’s to not attempt a straight shot drive. After a series of arguments and finally with Kid as the mediator, they all settled for two days of driving, one in the evening and one early morning just before the con.

When he examined the state of the motel though, Soul wished that he’d managed to convince Maka to buy plane tickets after all. It was raggedy at best; The curtains were large and looked like it harbored layers of dust, and the room didn’t have a full room light either; it had just two wall lamps by the side of the bed, hoods cracked and discolored, and the bathroom’s light. Soul was almost afraid to look into there out of fear of finding mold or worse.

Instead, he propped up their overnight bag onto the suitcase stand and took a deep breath-- but not too deep.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you booked the place yourself,” Maka said behind his back. “But you were--”

His glare stopped her in mid sentence. “Busy with packing everything else that we needed? Checking to make sure that the car had gas and was maintained so that it could make the ride? No please, go on.”

She looked down sheepishly. “I was busy, too. With checking the events and making sure we could fit in all of the meet ups and photo ops,” Maka said quietly. “Sorry. I shouldn’t’ve jumped the gun.”

Kid chimed in, “Well, it’s certainly in budget, and with Soul’s careful planning, we’ll be sure to get plenty of sleep before we need to leave again. It’s fine, it’s just for one night.” He patted Soul’s shoulder. “How bad can it be?”

Maka sighed and fiddled with the tag for complimentary toiletries at the small table. “I don’t know if that matters anymore since the bed is…” She trailed off.

“Small?” Soul finished for her. He crossed the small distance to check under the covers for bugs or stray hairs. Brandishing the lint roller, swept across the sheets and checked the pillow cases. “At least it’s not deplorable. Dunno how the heck we’re all going to fit, though.”

“Two on top and one by the feet?” Maka suggested.

“We’re not sacrificing any one of us,” Kid said, going off to check the bathroom.

“I mean, it’s my fault this happened, so I mean…”

“I said no.”

Soul eyed the chair, determined it to be too small, and then turned to the floor. “Yeah, we’re not putting any of our heads on this. I’d like us to be as far away from it as possible.” He wrinkled his nose. “Can any of us fit into the bathtub?”

“No.” Kid reemerged. “God, no. No one go in there.”

He stiffly walked to his backpack and pulled out an arsenal of cleaning products and a “disposable” hand towel. Soul stiffed, grabbing two pairs of gloves from the bag’s side pocket and his personal can of Lysol. The both of them steeled their faces and tackled the bathroom together.

“I am so sorry,” Maka called to them. For good measure, she added, “So fucking sorry, guys.”

Once they settled down for the night, the question still stood: how were all three of them going to fit on the queen sized bed? Kid suggested that they changed the orientation of the bed and slept with their heads on the longer stretch of the mattress, but couldn’t convince Maka to let her feet dangle off the side. Soul went back to the original idea, to have one person sleep at the foot, then backed out once he remembered that both he and Maka kicked off the covers if it got too warm.

No idea seemed to be the right fit, so they resigned to the shoulder-to-shoulder method, sparking another argument over who was going to be sandwiched in the center.

“Maka should be in the middle. She’s small,” Soul said, crossing his arms.

“Hell no, I like my space. Plus you both would overheat me.”

“Soul?”

“Haven’t I suffered enough?”

“Well, which side do you want then?” Kid yawned.

“Far away from the dusty A/C,” was his answer.

Maka rolled her eyes, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Didn’t you listen to me? It’s dusty; management probably hasn’t even changed the filter in years.”

“Does that really matter? We’re already all in the room.”

“Plus it’s closest to the door.”

“Again, why does that matter?”

Kid hummed, “Actually, I agree with that.”

“See?”

“Not with you, Maka. I mean, if someone were to break in, the person closest to the door would be the first to die.”

“You guys are ridiculous.”

Soul clapped his hands together. “Right, so now we know Maka doesn’t mind danger, so she can have the left side. I definitely don’t want the middle--”

“I’ll take the middle. Let’s just get to sleep,” Kid said, already climbing over.

Maka followed suit, dropping onto her side and making Kid airborne for a moment because of her impact. “Sounds good.”

Soul frowned, but the other two were already pulling the covers over themselves.

“Get the light, wouldja?”

“You two are annoying,” he grumbled, but did it anyway. He felt around in the dark, bumping into the side of the bed with his hip on his way back. However, his struggles were short lived since a hand reached over to guide him. “Thanks.”

“Just get in,” Kid said, eerily close to his ear.

He laid down and turned away from Kid and Maka, tucking the blanket up to his chin. “Night.”

“Good night,” Kid said, following suit.

“Night-o,” the last one said, turning away to face the window.

Silence fell over the room and their eyes began to fall shut. However, before anyone could drift off too far, Kid began to complain.

“I can’t get comfortable. You’re both pulling the blanket over me, and I can’t relax my shoulders.”

Maka groaned. “I thought you said you could handle the middle?”

“I said I’d take it, not handle it.” He moved onto his side, snuggling into Maka’s back.

Hearing the rustling, Soul whined, “Hey, I want to do that too.”

Kid switched over reluctantly to quell him, but didn’t mind the change. It was equally as comfortable to him. Maka, however, took full advantage. She rolled over and across to meet with Kid, fitting herself into the pair and bundling the blanket up with her.

“Better?” Maka asked.

The two had to readjust themselves and their position, but once they found a suitable place to put their arms and legs, they agreed.

With Maka big spooning the both of them and Kid sandwiched in between, Soul was a happy burrito, though he would never admit that out loud. Droopy and warm, he felt himself melt away into their arms. Forget the motel mishap, Maka tried her best. He knew that she probably felt guilty from the way she reached to hug both Kid and Soul, and he understood that she wasn’t a fan of messy rooms or dirty spaces either. She was simply making the most of what they had.

Kid was an even bigger trooper than both Maka and Soul deserved. He compromised and took charge when everything slowed to a stand still. Though he was detail oriented, he was also careful to keep everyone content. Taking the brunt of the driving before, it was expected that he would be the first to knock out.

Soul gave a soft smile to the dark and closed his eyes one more time. Perhaps tomorrow, he would take a small detour and drive them out to breakfast.

Prompt-

An ot3 must share a ridiculously small hotel room. The floor is horrible and there is no couch or cot. The only bed is a single cue fighting over who has to lie at the end of the bed and who is what spoon

Borrowed @mrsashketchum’s headcanon with permission ♥

Small spoon: soul is a fanged shark boy but he's a soft bean Middle: kid just cant with life but wants to feel their warmth Big: maka's just like a cuddle master