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wills-writes-stuff · 6 years ago

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A case of Treason - Part 3

Fandom: Supernatural Cas x Reader

Words: 2345

Summary: After a lot of eavesdropping, Y/N starts to understand his last memories might not be as trustfull she thought they were. Warnings: angst, shouting, violence, panic attack. Not happy, but we’re getting there, I promise.

A/N: As usual, big shoutout to my twinsie @supernaturalfreewill for the proofreading and corrections. Love you tons!

Part 1 - Part 2

Tagging those who asked for it: @x0andie0x @akoya-pearls@allinhishands @splendidcas @busybee612 @willowing-love@markesharke @mrswhozeewhatsis @growningupgeek I know its been like 2 years, I’m sorry.

Under the warm embrace of the shower, you thought about everything that had happened in the last hours since you woke up.

Dean and Sam’s worried faces, the lack of pain, the lack of wounds, the lack of tears.

If you were right, and they said you were, it had been several months since that night in the barn, along with the angels, and Zacharias, and Cas…

“Castiel, angel of the Lord” you muttered to yourself, remembering his words clearly.

You thought of happier times and better days, when you two were an item, ready to die for each other in the blink of an eye. Hearts and souls over the table and all the pieces in the game. You thought of the crinkles in the corners of his eyes when he smiled at you, and the way his eyes would light up whenever you entered the room. You could still feel the touch of his hand in yours and feel the warmth of his kiss on your knuckles when you got distracted.

And still, you could not drop a single tear for him. For you.

How many times had you cried over him during the last few months? “Well… not exactly, but yes,” that had been Sam’s answer about you being in a coma. That meant you were having memory loss? How many months had it been? How many times had the brothers needed to tell you what happened?

Your heart sank in your chest at this thought. What was going on?

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“So you’re telling me,” Dean was repeating everything over and over just to make it clear, “that we can’t break this curse.”

He was sitting in the chair nearest to the hallway, looking into the war room, you could see the top of his head.

“We can’t,” Sam said, an exasperated tone in his voice.

“But it could be broken,” Dean said.

“It could.”

“But for that we need a witch.”

“Dean…” Castiel’s voice was weary and broken and it made your heart skip a beat when your heard it.

“No, no, Cas. Please, let me finish this.” he looked at Sam “We need a witch.”

“Yes.”

“A powerful one.”

“Yes.”

“A witch that has knowledge of the ancient arts and has already worked with angelic spells.”

There was loud sigh followed by a very low “Yes.”

“Fuck it! Why can’t you do it?”

“I’m not well versed enough in the mystical arts.” said Castiel.

“Dean…”

“No, Sam. I refuse. I’m not doing it. I just won’t go through with it.”

“Well, then I will,” said Sam with a defiant tone, and you could hear the sound of furniture against the floor. Dean was out of sight now. He had clearly stood up as well.

“Sam, nothing good ever comes from working with Rowena.”

“Well, I’d rather have her lurking around than to have to…” his voice broke. “Dean, I can’t face her anymore. Neither can Cas.”

There was silence in the room for a bit, but you didn’t wait for them to resume the talk, instead you went back to your bedroom and sat on the bed, thinking. After a while, you decided you were just too hungry to think and stepped out again, heading for the kitchen.

As you walked down the corridor, with shoes on this time, you realized there was a sudden stop to a conversation, and by the time you entered the war room, only Sam and Dean were there. You said nothing.

“Hey!” Sam said, pulling his sight from a book. “Good shower?”

“Long and warm, as every shower ever should be,” you answered with a smile. “I see you didn’t sleep.”

“Dean did, though…” he nodded to a couch in the library and you had to suppress a smile. You knew he was awake only moments before. They were setting this up.

“Good. Let him rest. I’ll make some dinner.”

“Y/N, you should…”

“Rest?” you crossed your arms on your chest and gave him a very meaning and pitiful look. “How long has it been since you let me do anything at all? Right now, I can tell you two are the ones that need rest.”

Sam smiled and shook his head, knowing better than to try and stop you.

“The kitchen’s all yours.” he added, leaning back on his chair and grabbing the book again “Just don’t break anything, Dean organized it yesterday”

“HA!” you exclaimed happily “Perfect chance to show him I’m finally back home!”

On the corner of your eye, you saw Dean flinch on his chair. On a regular day, he would’ve followed you up into the kitchen, begging you to let him cook, but today he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t dare let you know he was not asleep. They were hiding this curse from you, and you needed to know why.

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You engaged on the personal mission of hearing everything that needed to be heard in the bunker without being discovered, and it became a reflex to walk barefoot while indoors, always hoping to catch some piece of conversation.

One day you heard the rumbles of a fight and when you got closer you realized they were still arguing about going to Rowena for some curse.

Another, you peeked at Sam’s book when he took a bathroom break, and saw he was researching mind control and implanted memories.

But then, one morning, before even the sun was fully risen on the horizon you woke up from a nightmare you couldn’t remember, all covered in sweat and panicking. Remembering about the panic attack back then, you focused on your breathing, and tried to find a noise, something steady like a clock or… was that someone crying?

The sound coming from the library distracted you and the moment of terror passed. Slow and quietly, you pulled on some pants and walked like a shadow out of your bedroom, heading for the main part of the bunker. Why would he be crying at such an hour? Maybe one of the boys had a nightmare? But what kind of nightmare could frighten any of them enough to cry?

It wasn’t any of them.

It was Castiel.

You froze in the doorway. The angel hadn’t seen you, or at least that’s what it seemed like. He was sitting on the sofa, bent over and holding his head in his hands. You had never seen him cry. You didn’t even know he actually could.

A sound coming from the kitchen caught your attention and you stepped back into the shadows of the hallway before Dean, who was now coming into the library, could see you.

“Here,” he said, laying a cup of something hot on the small table in front of the couch. “It’s one of Sam’s herb-y thingies. The package says it’s good for ‘calming nerves’”.

“I’m sorry, Dea,.” Castiel said without pulling up his head. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I barely sleep these days anyway.”

There was a pause between them, and you could tell this was not the first time Dean and Cas had had this talk.

“It’s not getting any better, is it?”

“No,” the angel said with a sigh, and finally took the cup in front of him and smelled it. “What’s even in this?” he asked.

“No friggin’ idea. I’m drinking Irish coffee, with no milk, or sugar… and minus the coffee.”

“You mean you’re drinking whiskey in a coffee mug.”

“HA. Yup! I sure am!” Dean exclaimed and put the mug up in the air and Cas, with a reluctant smile, put up his own in a sad toast.

“We’ll come around this, man,” Dean said reassuringly. “We’ll solve this as we’ve always solved everything. And she will remember.”

“I don’t care about that anymore, Dean. I just want her to live normally. I’m not sure she’ll be able to remember or forgive me… But I can’t stand seeing her in pain anymore.”

Your heart broke in a million pieces. The tears you had thought were gone for good had came back and were refusing to stay inside your eyes.

As quietly as you could, you ran back to your bedroom, and crying your heart out you fell asleep again.

“Y/N, they’ve found us! Get out of here!” Castiel shouted back at you, drawing his angel blade and making himself ready to fight.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, Cas,” you stated as you reached for your gun, back to back with him. “You’re stuck with me.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling, so you smiled as well.

…

There were too many of them. You couldn’t keep up the fight.

…

“CAS!” you shouted as you saw him get beat up to the ground, but a sharp pain in the side of your head made everything go black.

…

“Cas?” you whispered, trying to turn your head to peak at your back, but no one answered. “Cas, are you okay?”

“Y/N, be quiet. It’s Zacharias. He’s been looking for me for ages.”

“Wha…?” but you were cut-off by the doors to the place where you were tied-up suddenly opening. Outside the moon was being covered by clouds.

“Castiel!” A big, bold, and disgusting looking man came in. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were murderous.

“Zacharias…” you could see through the corner of your eye the hateful look in Castiel’s features.

“Oh don’t give me that look! You’re the traitor in this whole case… Sleeping with the enemy!”

“If you lay a finger on her…” you had never heard Castiel so menacing.

“You’ll what, Castiel? I have you under my power, and this night is just beginning.”

…

Thunder.

You were being beat up by someone much much stronger than you. You could hear Castiel calling your name in the background.

…

Lightning.

Castiel is being tortured in front of you. You fight against the rope cutting through your skin. You need to get to him.

…

Thunder.

There’s a guy doing some kind of ritual in front of you. Castiel is tied up against a wall on the other side of the room, calling your name. He tries to smile when your eyes cross, and shouts your name again when someone hits you on the side of your head.

…

Lightning.

“Cas?” you whispered, trying to turn your head to peek at your back, but no one answered. “Cas, are you okay?” “I’m fine,” a growl came from somewhere behind your back, and your heart jumped in your chest. “Oh, thank God! Are you hurt? We need to get out of here…” There was a flash of light somewhere outside. It looked like it was raining now. Odd. “Oh, I’m fine,” he interrupted with a cold tone that didn’t sounded like him. “And I’m getting out of here…” Out of the corner of your eye you could see him walking freely, and someone else was with him.

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Thunder.

Castiel was still tied up against the wall opposite to you, calling you.

…

Lightning. “So this is her, then?” a male voice asked. “That’s her.” Castiel stated. “And you’re willingly handing her to us.” “I just want to be a free angel again, Zacharias. If the cost of that freedom is handing her over for punishment… Then so be it.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Castiel wouldn’t… he would never… You closed your eyes as a wave of pain filled your head again. “You understand she’s going to die, Castiel.” There was a second of tense silence. “I understand.”

…

Thunder.

“NO! Cas, no! What are you doing!” you screamed, trying to untangle the cords on your wrists, but accomplishing nothing but cutting your own skin. “No, Cas! Why?” you cried, and there he was, standing in front of you. The tears made everything blurry, and the pain in your head in your chest didn’t let you focus on his face.

“Y/N! I’m here, whatever you’re seeing, that’s not me! Y/N!” There were tears on his face and desperation in his voice.

…

Lightning. “My name, human, is Castiel, and I am an Angel of the Lord!” he raged, thunder and lightning filling the barn and making him look imposing and terrifying. His eyes lit with bright, white light and his wings spread across the walls. Tears filled your eyes again and pure terror crushed you, looking at the man you loved, so deeply menacing to you now. Zacharias made his way to you, filling his hand with light and an awful smirk in his lips, and you could barely see Castiel in the back, and though you thought you saw panic and desperation in his face for a small second, the next instant he was gone and you were left alone with the murderous angel. …

Thunder. And at that exact moment, the doors to the barn opened and Sam and Dean rushed in, angel blades shining in their hands, and all the fire of their hearts in their eyes. A second later Zacharias was gone, and you rested in Sam’s arms as they made their way to the car. “She’s lost too much blood!” you hear Sam shouting to his brother “The cuts in her wrists and arms are too deep! We need to get her to a hospital.” “You got it!”

“How’s Cas?”

“He’s seen worse… or maybe he hasn’t,” Dean quickly glancing at you, and hit the pedal.

You woke up covered in sweat again. Damn bunker. You could never tell what time it was.

That dream… was that what had happened? The images and memories confused you and made your head hurt, and your blood boil, and your lungs tighten.

Breathing heavily you stumbled to the door and opened it, falling outside of the bedroom.

“Cas!” you managed to shout out the hallway, and in a second the angel was running towards you looking alarmed “Don’t let me forget again! Don’t you dare let me forget again!”

You felt the warmth of his hands on your face and the last thing you saw were his cobalt blue eyes looking terrified.

#SPN #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #castiel #castiel x reader #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #It was getting to long #I had to split it in half #I know I said it would be the last one #but things change #lol

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wills-writes-stuff · 6 years ago

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Only Natural

Fandom: Soul Eater Pairing: Soul x Maka

Words: 2864

Summary: Soul had never ever thought anyone would voluntarily listen to his music and call it nice, neither he thought anyone in that place would actually like him. So when this strange sandy haired and green eyed girl came to him with a smile and a handshake, it seemed only natural to tell her “this is who I am” and start to play.

Warnings: Fluffity fluff fluff, no angst this time, headcanon, canon compliant and post canon stuff. Beware the COOL.

A/N: You can find me in AO3 as well, here

When it was about them, everything came about naturally.

Maka had always have trouble talking to strange people, especially if they were boys (Black★Star didn’t count, they had known each other for ages, and he insisted he was a god after all). But when she went into the piano room in Shibusen, following Shinigami-sama knows what intuition, talking to that strange, fanged, red eyed, white haired boy was not a problem at all, it seemed only natural to extend her hand and say “I’m Maka”.

Soul had never ever thought anyone would voluntarily listen to his music and call it nice, neither he thought anyone in that place would actually like him. So when this strange sandy haired and green eyed girl came to him with a smile and a handshake, it seemed only natural to tell her “this is who I am” and start to play.

And even though it felt a little bit weird that it felt so easy, Maka found his music strangely beautiful and soothing, like a comfort blanket; and Soul had no problem accepting that that girl was already his partner, even before they could both say “Partners?”.

Everything from that moment on, needed little to no talking to fully be understanded.

Soul knew perfectly well from the very beginning not to reach for Maka in a battle, but to wait for her call, because if he did she would flinch and most certainly lose focus on their surroundings. Maka knew from the beginning she wouldn’t need to explain Soul she had trouble when it came to physical contact with others.

When Maka’s parents started having troubles and their marriage began to shake, Soul didn’t need for her to tell him, but he asked anyway, because he felt she needed to put it into words. Maka understood the situation could be read in her face, but was happy when her partner bought her an ice cream and asked what was going on, because she had the perfect excuse to shout and scream and cry without being judged.

That was the first time Soul reached for her, embracing her in a hug. Also the first time Maka didn’t filch at his unexpected touch.

When the separation was announced and Maka’s mother left, it was only natural that Soul looked for a bigger place in the city, with a nice bathroom and two bedrooms. The day he came at her with the key, she didn’t blush or falter, or doubt:

“Oi, Maka” Soul called walking to her early in the morning before class.

“Hey, Soul” she said with a smile.

“Here” he said, throwing at her a keychain with two keys and a piece of paper with an address. “I found a place for us.”

She caught the keychain and looked at the address.

“It’s close to school, cool.”

That afternoon, after classes, she went home with him, grabbed everything she had in her room and left, leaving her father alone without looking back.

Speaking to each other during battles became a reflex, even if not really needed. Soul fully trusted Maka. But he knew talking made her less anxious and calm, and that making her explain to him out loud what she was planning let her gain trust in that plan. Maka also knew that asking Soul for his advice made him feel less useless and a bigger part of the battle, even when she knew he already was.

The night they faced Blair thinking she was a witch, and Soul left her hands saying he was leaving her for the woman, Maka’s heart stopped and her legs trembled and she asked herself where had it gone wrong, because this was not easy or nice or comforting. As he transformed into a boy again, he knew this was a big test to their partnership and was begging for Maka to forgive him after it was done, because it was a very bad thing he was about to say an do, and he already knew she was crying before he turned to look at her. But it was the only way.

When Soul extended his hand to her, moments later, everything fell into place and it was easy again. So it was only natural that when they came back home she Maka-chopped him with the biggest book she could find.

“I deserve that” he said with a crooked smile.

“You deserve more” she said smiling as well. “But you’ll get those when we’ve gathered the 99 souls we just lost.”

And he knew she felt guilty about it, because she was always saying she was going to make him a Death Scythe, and they had been really close.

And Maka knew he was feeling guilty too, so they said nothing more and fell asleep in the couch with the dinner untouched on the coffee table.

When, battling Stein, Soul jumps on her to cover her bruised body with a protective position, Maka understands she can fully trust this guy for the very rest of her life.

“I am ready to die for my Meister!” Soul shouted at the Doctor, knowing too well those could actually be his last words.

Maka, barely conscious under his weight, was feeling safer than she had ever been.

When Soul helps her up after the highly disconcerting end of the battle, he notice she doesn’t flinch at his touch and lets herself rest into him. And so he understands without a word he has gained her trust, just as she had gained his.

The moment Maka saw Soul’s chest being slashed open by Chrona and the Demon Sword, thinking he was going to die, she felt it only natural to hold him in her arms, longing to go with him.

Once in the infirmary, it came to her as obviously as it had been for Soul, that she was also ready to die for him, but that she needed to train to get stronger so neither of them actually did die.

When Soul understood what she meant, the discussion was also natural to happen, because he didn’t want her to put herself in danger for him.

“I am the weapon, I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you!”

“Well, what’s the problem in me wanting to protect you too? I want to get stronger, I want to get better… And I don’t want you to get hurt because of me again…”

When they understood in the battle against the Werewolf that they needed to do that together, the fighting stopped and everything went back to normal.

To Maka, Soul showing off and making himself look cool, was something that defined him and something she accepted fully, because she knew her partner was cool, and beyond.

To Soul, Maka not caring about what anyone else would think, and studying more than was humanly possible, were the qualities he valued above anything else, because those were the things that made her unique and extremely cool.

When they battled again against Chrona, the night the Kishin escaped Shibusen, Maka knew she had to maintain focus and to think quickly, because she was afraid of that enemy and what they could do. And Soul knew Maka would be afraid of him getting hurt again.

But when she suggested to get infected with the black blood and give herself to madness, it was only natural Soul would be against it.

And when Maka came back of it, having rescued not only herself, but Chrona as well, it was only natural he would be overly proud of his best friend.

When Maka turned to him once more and saw his relaxed expression, she understood they were already more than Meister and Weapon battling together, and felt all warm inside for having such a great friend.

And as they fell from the sky, Maka unconscious and Soul guarding her body with his, he understood from that day on things would get worse and more dangerous, and it was only natural for him to take that girl in his arms and swear to take care of her, so they could live past future events together.

The day Maka held his arm to walk back home from school, none of them said anything and they both smiled, because holding onto the other gave them comfort and courage, and the safety that they were actually there, even though everything seemed to be falling apart.

“Oi, Maka” he said, without staring at her.

“What is it?”

“Whatever rush, childish, painfully stupid idea crosses your head. Whatever it is. Tell me, and we’ll do it together.”

“As always” she said, and they kept walking.

From that day on, it was only natural that whenever they were together they’d be somehow reassuring each others presence by holding hands or laying against each other.

As Maka became more and more interested in being Chrona’s friend, the thought of him losing his best friend and Meister came into his mind one day, but was erased immediately when she fell asleep against him on the couch that night.

Because, he realized, it was only natural to be jealous of people that caught Maka’s attention, but he understood that only he had her full trust.

When Arachne cursed Maka and she couldn’t move anymore, Soul finally understood how Maka had felt the day he got hurt, and didn’t like the impotence of the situation at all.

“You don’t really need to stay and feed me every meal.” she said, while Soul fed her dinner one day.

“You stayed with me when I was hurt.” he said simply, and she understood they were finally fully getting each other.

So it was only natural that she smiled and said nothing more, because the Kishin’s spread of madness was nothing compared to the happiness this guy made her feel inside. And it was only natural that Soul smiled back and kept feeding her, because seeing her happy was the best feeling of all.

After the battle for the Brew, Soul knew Maka was happy for having heard him once more play the piano, so he began to mumble melodies and tap on things when they were home, so she had the chance to hear him more often.

It came to him that if the piano was the thing that had got them together the first time, maybe it would definitely help on getting them closer than they already were.

When Soul began to make music again, Maka understood he was feeling more comfortable with her, and thought that maybe the last walls that were keeping them apart had began to fall down.

So it was only natural that after a few weeks she would pick up in his melody and try to follow with a very out of tune mutter.

The day Soul became the Death Scythe, Maka’s heart could have explode with pride.

“Thank you” Soul said, even though it was not necessary.

“I promised you we’d do it,” she said “together.”

He held her hand as they walked down the crooked alley towards their home.

“And in any case” she continued “I should be thanking you, because it was your music that gave us that victory against Arachne”.

“Our music.” he said, and nothing else was spoken, because it was only natural that they would agree about that.

Soul wouldn’t like to call Maka pet names, at least not in front of everyone else, because he thought it diminished her and her abilities. But when Maka pouted about how nice it would be like to be called an angel, it was only natural he started calling her that in the comfort of their house, where he knew no one would think less of his cool Meister for it.

“Hey, angel, what would you like for dinner?” he asked, as he put on the apron.

“Anything you want will be fine, just no fish for me” she answered, unabashed, as she kept taking notes from her book.

They would usually fight about the most stupid reasons, like dinner or chores, or essays for school, because the important things were not to be fought about, but discussed and resolved.

So whenever one of them had a bad day, that night would transform into a shouting contest in Soul and Maka’s apartment.

And if any of them had had a bad night, people at school would be careful not to meddle into their discussions.

Because they knew fighting about those stupid things was better than failing their trust or their battles, and it didn’t matter how badly they had fought before, if one of them was in danger the other would stand up for them, because that’s what was more important.

“You should’ve realized by now you’re not good enough for him.” the girl was telling a very blushed Maka.

“That’s not for you to decide.” she answered in a steady voice.

“No, but it’s not just your call either. Once he sees my abilities…”

“Oi.” Soul was walking slowly towards them, hands in pockets and a relaxed expression “What are you telling my Meister? She looks upset.”

“Oh.” the girl said, with an air of superiority “Just the truth about how you could do so much better…”

“That’s supposed to sound cool?” Soul asked, cowering Maka with an arm and squeezing her shoulder lightly.

“She’s a bookworm! A nobody! She thinks that because she’s Death Scythe-sama’s daughter…”

“Don’t you EVER, compare Maka to that useless git!” Soul shouted, evidently annoyed now, and turning to leave, with her friend still embraced by a half hug, he added “Your cool doesn’t even reach Maka’s ankles, so don’t bother ever coming to talk to me again.”

He stopped for a second and added:

“And if you ever came close to Maka again, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to wield a weapon ever again in your life.”

Maka smiled and walked away with Soul, and none of them talked about it again, because it was only natural that they would protect each other.

As requests of other Meisters became more and more often, Maka’s heart began to falter and thought that maybe they were right, and she had no right to remain Soul’s partner.

To Soul, seeing Maka so down and lacking self esteem was annoying. He thought she had already understood he was going nowhere, and that there was no cooler partner that her.

“Move aside” he said the night after they return from the Book of Eibon, sitting in the border of Maka’s bed and starting to take off his shoes.

She looked at him for half a second.

“Okay” she said, and moved.

From that day on, it was only natural that they wouldn’t be able to go to sleep if the other wasn’t by their side in bed.

When in Moscow Soul was subdued by the black blood and the madness caused by Chrona, Maka wasn’t scared of him, instead she let him drag her out of the chamber, knowing he was strong enough to return to her. That night they slept hugging each other, and she knew he was crying, but said nothing.

“I’m sorry” he said the next morning.

“I’m sorry too” she said.

She knew he meant about hurting her the previous day.

He knew she meant dragging him along to look up for the person that had caused him to be in pain in the first place.

The both knew the other would stay with them no matter what, so it was only natural no more words were needed.

After the Battle of the Moon, Soul’s music changed. It was imperceptible for everyone else, but Maka could tell.

“Hey, Soul.” she said, coming home late from school one day.

“Oi.”

“Someone asked me today if we were dating.” she said casually “I told them we are.”

“Okay” he said, and planted a ‘welcome home’ kiss in her lips.

Because it was only natural.

When Marie and Stein’s baby was born, Maka was first in line to hold her, and Soul couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful she looked with such a happy smile in her face and that glow that only babies made her have.

So it was only natural that that night they went to bed in a much more intimate way, with soft kisses and happy moans.

For years Maka kept studying and researching a way to bring Chrona back from the moon, and lost herself in books and old manuscripts. They took the most dangerous missions and were Kid’s go-to team when anything strange happened.

Soul didn’t particularly cared about solving the mystery of saving Chrona, but he had sworn to follow Maka to the end of the world, and so he did.

Maka knew Soul was doing everything for her, so from time to time she would take a step back and let him choose missions or vacation.

It was only natural that they found a balance.

And when, one morning, Maka woke up to find a little case with a ring in it, along with one single red rose, she just put it on and went on with her life, because it was only natural.

#soul eater #fanfic #fanfiction #maka x soul #soul x maka #soul eater evans #maka albarn #the fluff #I'm very proud of this one #be kind

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Silence of the Soul

Hey there guys! I know it’s been a long time, and unfortunately I’m not back with a Supernatural fic this time. I’ve been caught up with Soul Eater again, and this just lingered in my fingers until I wrote it down.

Soul Eater - Post Canon Soul x Maka

Words: 5275

Summary: Nearly five years after the Battle on the Moon, our heroes are still working to free the world from future Kishins. In one of the missions, something feels off, but Maka and Soul venture in anyway. They fall in a trap and they both get severely injured.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Injuries, Coma, Realization of feelings... pretty much a lot of pain and the cute stuff, like I always do... mostly...

A/N: This fic follows up the arc from the manga. They're now around 19-20 years old.

It was supposed to be an easy job.

Easy way in, easy way out. But somewhere along the “in” and the “out” everything just went sideways.

Inhale.

‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Soul’ Maka said “There’s something about the intel that just doesn’t fit.”

‘Do you want to go back?’ he asked.

‘No, I just… let’s be careful’ she said, holding tight to the Scythe in her hands.

Exhale.

‘Maka, watch out!’ Soul shouted, but the clown’s sharp rags were already coming at them.

Maka tried to block them, a few got to her but one wrapped around Soul’s handle and his scream pierced the air. The clown pulled until she lost her grip and the Scythe flew through the air until Soul hit the floor, coughing blood.

‘SOUL!’ she shouted, running towards him. Somewhere in her back he heard Professor Stein shouting her name, but she didn’t turn.

Inhale.

Maka’s scream pierced the air. He saw the sharp piece of cloth bursting through her back, a flash of light and then the clown was dead.

‘Maka, Maka!’

Her body fell limp on the floor in front of him, but he just couldn’t move.

‘Maka!’

Was that Spirit?

‘Maka…’ her name died in his throat without ever making it to a sound.

Exhale.

He was floating in darkness. Where was this? He couldn’t see the piano room, he couldn’t see Maka’s soul either.

‘Then I’m not turned into a scythe’ he said outloud, but the noise died as soon as it left his lips, as if something thick had sucked it.

‘Where am I?’ he asked to the darkness, but no one answered.

‘Where’s Maka...?’

‘I cannot tell for sure, Senpai.’ the voice of Professor Stein reached him through the dense blackness. ‘I’ve done everything in my power, but…’

‘But what?’ he shouted to the void, Spirit was asking the same.

‘Her wavelength’s just not responding’ Stein’s words came through to him like a bucket of ice. It couldn’t be, she had to be alright, she had to live… she had to…

‘MAKA!’ his shout echoed in the room as he sat in the bed where he was lying. It was Shibusen’s infirmary room, he could tell, despite the curtains around his bed. He got up in a rush, his insides hurting and burning, still he didn’t care.

The curtain to his left flung open, and Stein and Spirit were both there, looking exhausted and sorrowful.

‘Soul…’ the doctor started, but he moved past him.

In the bed behind them was Maka, and the sight of her made him lose the little strength he had, his knees failed and he would’ve fallen to the floor if Spirit hadn’t caught him.

He couldn’t drive his eyes away from her. She was dead pale, all bruised and wounded, and a big patch of gauze and bandages was wrapped around the left side of her torso, including her arm. There were tubes going from her nose and mouth to a machine that was clearly helping her to breath.

‘W-Wha… Why? What’s wrong with her?’ Soul asked. Stein averted his eyes, and Spirit’s filled with tears as he helped him back into the his bed. ‘Professor… Senpai…’

‘You need rest, Soul. Try and get some sleep. We will talk about this in the morning.’ Stein approached him with a sedative and before he could protest, Soul was gone.

When he woke up again, he heard the rushed whispers reaching him from far away before he realized who they were.

‘Professor Stein said it’s her lung?’

‘Yeah… it missed the heart only by an inch.’

‘She was lucky.’ there was a low scoff.

‘If you wanna call that luck.’ and after a pause ‘If only we’ve been there…’

When he opened his eyes, he had trouble recognizing his best friend in the battered up guy sitting next to him.

‘Black Star?’ he whispered, and the assassin looked at him trying (and failing) to present him with a smile.

‘Dude, you look like crap’ he said, and Soul knew he was intending to lighten up the situation.

‘Well, you’re not exactly charming either, but at least I can get better’ Black Star let out a grim laugh and looked at him.

‘I’m glad you’re alright, Soul’ said Tsubaki from the other side of his bed, and he tried to smile back at her.

‘It’s good to have you back, man.’ Black Star added.

‘Yeah… I’m not sure I wanna be…’ Soul answered, and averted his eyes to the curtain to his left, behind which was a still very unconscious Maka.

‘She’ll be up in no time. Maka is a very strong woman.’ Tsubaki said with a wide smile that made him feel a bit better.

‘She better be’ said Black Star with a very serious stare, and added no more.

Soul rested his head back in the pillow and looked at the ceiling. If it weren’t for him, Maka wouldn’t have been hurt. If he just wasn’t so damn weak, so damn…

‘Useless…’ the word left his lips in a whisper and tears came to his eyes, so he covered them with his arm, not wanting his friends to see him cry. Not cool.

‘You did everything in your power, Soul.’ Tsubaki told him while holding his free hand ‘But we weapons… we have our limits too. We are human.’

‘Tsubaki’s right, man. Don’t beat yourself up, there’s only one culprit in this whole damn thing, and he’s definitely not you.’

Black Star rose from his chair and looked at her partner.

‘Tsubaki.’

‘Yes.’

But before they could walk away, Sid was pushing Black Star back down to his chair.

‘You’re not going anywhere.’ and he handed him a note that, Soul could see, had Shibusen’s seal and Kid’s signature. ‘By order of Shinigami, you and Tsubaki are forbidden to leave Death City.’

‘You’re kidding me!’ The assassin rose to his feet again, bursting with anger ‘HE CAN’T DO THIS!’

‘Oh, he very well can. If you have any objections, I suggest you go talk to him. But Black Star,’ Sid added, as he walked past him ‘this enemy, whoever it is, he won’t go easy on you like Mifune did back then…’

‘I know. Tsubaki!’

‘Yes!’ she said, and run after him.

‘Don’t worry’ the professor told Soul ‘Kid has no intention of letting any other of his friends go rampage into a deadly mission.’

‘Yeah… I don’t think Kid has the power to stop Black Star, not when it’s about Maka.’ Soul closed his eyes, trying not to think about her and her fragile condition. He diverted the conversation to another subject. ‘I always wondered why is it that he’s so protective about her if they’re always fighting.’

Sid sat on the chair Tsubaki had been using until moments before and sighed.

‘I think that, from a very young age, Black Star took it upon himself to protect Maka. Maybe he saw her small, or weak, or cute, or whatever you want to think, but even if he can’t admit it, I’m quite sure that Maka is to him the closest thing he’s known to a sister.’

‘Sister?’ Soul tried to sit up on the bed, but his insides still hurt like hell.

‘Yeah. Well, Maka and Black Star grew up together here in Shibusen, and while very powerful she’s always had that aura of damsel in distress… And many kids used to pick up on her, for being small and thin, saying she would never be able to brandish any kind of weapon.’

‘She never told me that’

‘She’s a very proud and stubborn girl. Proof of that is that she picked you as her weapon.’

Soul smiled at this statement, Sid was probably right, he was big as a scythe, difficult to brandish and as a human, difficult to get along with. She choosing him had been initially a way to show off those bullies. Good for her.

‘The thing is’ Sid went along ‘Black Star always stood up for her, when she couldn’t. And now, almost 18 years later, he still does. Because she’s family.’

‘He still fights the fights she can’t.’ Soul said, and grinned. It was nice knowing Maka had Black Star, just like he had.

After a week, Soul’s pain had mostly disappeared and Stein said he could go home, so he got up and got dressed, and walked to the other side of the curtain and sat there, watching Maka depend on a machine, barely breathing and holding to her life through a very thin thread.

He had heard Stein and Spirit talking the night before. Maka’s soul was fading, her wavelength had almost disappeared and no matter how much the doctor tried to burst it with energy of his own, it didn’t seem to get any better.

The dim light of the blackened moon was all the light in the room when Nygus came in and turned on the lights.

Soul jump to his feet and she let out a small shriek, followed by a sigh of relief.

‘Soul, you scared me. I thought you were already home.’

‘Can’t go home… not without her.’ his rubi eyes fixed again on Maka.

‘Soul. You need to go home. You need to start again, step by step, to live the life she gifted you.’ Soul looked at the nurse with pain all over his face ‘I know it’s not easy, but it’s really not for anyone else either. All her friends are worried too, but they’re all doing what they can. Besides… Is there no one back home, to welcome you?’

The tone she used, the words... no one.

‘Blair…’ Soul muttered ‘She… she doesn’t know.’

‘Well then, she must be worried.’

Nygus left the room into the deposit and left him there. Soul reached for Maka’s hand but stopped before even touching it.

‘I’ll be back tomorrow.’ he whispered, and left.

The streets of Death City were empty. Most of the shops had already closed, and people were warding against the cold inside their houses.

Soul bought some food in the last open store, and kept the slow pace until the very door of their apartment. Everything seemed so strange, so out of place.

Inhale.

He opened the door and left the bag over the kitchen table. Maka was finishing some paperwork and gave him a smile.

‘Did you manage to get everything?’

‘Yeah’ he said, letting himself fall on the couch with a loud thump ‘I had to walk the entire friggin city, I hope you’re happy.’

‘I am, thank you, Soul!’ she said with the sweetest grin ‘I promise it will be worth it!’

He looked at her sideways and couldn’t help but to return half a grin.

‘Yeah, it better be. You’ll get nori seaweed next time I’m on charge of dinner, if it’s not.’

Exhale.

‘Maaakaaa! I’m starving!’ Soul cried as he burst through the front door, closing it with a kick and falling in a chair.

‘Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes…’ she said, and looking back at him added ‘Hi, by the way.’

‘Sorry.’ he said, his head resting on the table ‘Hi, Maka. How was your day? Mine was awful.’

She gave him a forgiving smile and said ‘Busy, but nice.’

Inhale.

‘Soul, have you seen Blair?’ Maka asked, bending down on her knees, to look under the couch.

‘Not since this morning. I think she said she was going to the Chupa Cabra today.’ he had his apron on and was cooking dinner. ‘Offer her some food, she’ll come.’

‘That’s not very nice of you, Soul.’ said Blair, appearing on the open window of the living room.

‘See’ he said, looking at a very pleased Maka ‘Told you.’

‘Oh, Soul, don’t be mean!’ said Maka with a cute laugh. ‘Hey, Blair, what do you want to have for dinner?’

‘Salmon!’ answered the cat, running by her side towards the fridge.

‘No, not salmon, you had it yesterday. And too much salmon is just not good for you!”

Exhale.

The key went into the lock as always, and the door opened as if it didn’t matter that she was not there. But the inside of the apartment was dark and cold and silent. He shut the door closed and rested his back against it, still holding the little bag with food in one hand and the keys in the other.

‘W-who’s there?’ asked a trembling voice, and out of his bedroom came Blair. ‘Soul!’

She transformed and run towards him as a woman, but her smile fainted as she saw his expression.

‘What’s wrong, Soul? Where have you been?’ she looked around and noticed ‘Where’s Maka?’

Soul took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes.

‘I’m sorry, Blair. I couldn’t come home sooner.’

‘That’s alright, I… I…’ he could tell she had been worried sick, it showed in her red eyes.

‘That last mission. It didn’t go well. It was a trap, and we got badly injured. I was just dismissed, but Maka… Maka’s in some kind of coma.’

Blair covered her mouth with both her hands and her eyes filled with tears.

‘Soul…’

‘I brought dinner.’ he said turning on the lights and placing the bag over the table ‘Though I think I’ve bought too much.’

The cat placed a hand on his back, not really knowing what to say.

‘Hey, Blair,’ Soul said in a hush ‘what do you want to have for dinner?’

She sighed and whispered ‘Salmon?’

‘No, not salmon. Too much salmon…’ but his voice broke and tears finally started to pour ‘too much salmon’s just not good for you!’ he cried. Blair hugged him and they stayed like that for a long time. Not cool.

The next day, and every day from that day on, Blair would wake up, make breakfast for Soul and drag him to Shibusen.

‘You have your Death Scythe’s duties’ she said, and he agreed. Partly because there was no escaping those, and partly because he knew Maka wouldn’t forgive him if she woke up to him being a mess. She was the reason he had stopped running, and he wasn’t going to throw that away.

He had also agreed to Kid’s suggestion to take one of the younger students class and was giving them basic weapon training twice a week.

But every second he had free, he would go and watch Maka in her bed, silently.

Black Star and Tsubaki had returned from their mission empty handed. The place they had visited was a ruin and there was nothing there, not even the slightest hint of madness. Just the leftovers of the battle.

‘Cheer up, Soul’ said Black Star one day, a couple of weeks after he had left the infirmary. ‘Stein says she’s stable now. Her soul ain’t going anywhere.’

‘Yeah, for now.’ he said flatly ‘But it’s not coming back either.’

They were laying in the grass, under one of the trees of the park where they used to play basketball in happier times. The air was getting warmer and it felt good on his lungs,

‘There you are’ Kid’s voice forced him to open his eyes.

‘I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Soul’ Kid said in a tired tone, walking towards them.

‘Couldn’t you just look for my soul wavelength?’ Soul asked, sitting up.

‘I did. But I couldn’t find you. Kinda weird, now that I think of it.’

Soul didn’t thought so, though. He had realized that with Maka clinging on the verge of life, his own soul was small and cold.

‘Anyway. We’re having a meeting with the Witches and I would very much like for you to come with me.’

‘And you came down all the way here to tell him that, Shinigami-sama?’ Black Star asked with a mischievous grin.

‘Well… yes.’

‘You could’ve send someone.’ Soul said, joining his friend in the mockery.

‘There was no one available.’ Kid was trying to keep his temple, and failing big time.

‘Maybe…’ said Black Star ‘Or maybe you couldn’t bare having spent so much time away from my magnificent figure!’

‘Not really…’ Kid started, but Soul cut him off by punching his shoulder.

‘Come on, let’s have a match.’

‘But…’

‘You’re not going to tell me you don’t have time?’

‘No… it’s just that…’ Kid stuttered, until he finally fell on his knees ‘There’s only three of us… IT’S NOT EVEN!’

The two friends burst out laughing, and for a moment, it felt like back when things were okay and no one was in mortal peril.

‘Hey, Kid’ Black Star asked. The sun was beginning to set and the black moon was already in the sky. ‘Have you been to see her yet?’

There was a couple of minutes of silence.

‘No.’ there was guilt in his voice ‘I… I saw her when Stein and Marie brought her…’ he looked at Soul ‘you, in. But I haven’t had the courage yet. Something neither Marie nor Stein can heal…’

‘It sounds terrifying, put that way, isn’t it.’

‘It is’ Soul answered in a mutter. ‘It’s freaking terrifying all the time.’

Silence.

‘I never asked’ Black Star’s voice was lower as it could ever be ‘what actually happened.’

Inhale.

Maka stopped dead, sudden fear all over her face.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Soul, I don’t think splitting up with Stein and Marie was a good idea anymore…’

Soul went to his piano and touched a single key. The threads of their resonance grew until he could feel them, at least 20 presences filled of…

‘Madness??? What’s going on?’

‘I don’t know, but they’re coming this way, Soul. We can’t take them all and Stein and Marie are too far away from us.’

‘RUN MAKA!’ Soul shouted, and she turned around and sprinted off the way they had came.

Exhale.

‘It was an ambush.’ Soul began before Kid could even open his mouth. He hadn’t talk about it with anyone, but his two best friends seemed like the best option to start.

Inhale.

‘Maka, Soul!’ Stein and Marie arrived when they had already taken down 6 out of the 20 clowns that were simultaneously attacking them. The doctor jumped into battle holding the powerful hammer Marie was, but they were thrown away.

‘Professor, I… I can’t…!’ Maka’s strength was living her, she was covered in blood and bruises all over.

‘Hang in there!’ Stein’s voice came with sounds of another battle.

Exhale.

‘They were after us. The clowns. They would pay no attention to Stein, no matter what he did, they were fixed on taking us down. Ultimately, they wanted us dead… They wanted Maka dead.’

Inhale.

There was only one left now, hideous.

‘We can do this, Maka!’

‘Yeah!’ she jumped forward, but in front of their eyes, the last clown transform into a very much know sight. Pieces of ragged cloth began to grow from its hands, and the head was completely covered with bandages.

‘Ki… Kishin…?’ Maka’s arms fell limb, still holding into Soul. It couldn’t be, it shouldn’t be. He was trapped away, concealed in the moon by Chrona….

Inhale.

‘I’m positive it wasn’t the Kishin Asura… but I think it was sent by him. In any case, the sight was effective enough to make us stutter.

Inhale.

‘Maka, watch out!’ Soul shouted, but the clown’s sharp rags were already coming at them.

‘SOUL!’ she shouted, running towards him. Somewhere in her back he heard Professor Stein shouting her name, but she didn’t turn.

Exhale.

‘I was out. My body was broken from the inside and I couldn’t move. Everything happened too fast and I was already fainting. She jumped in front of the clown’s final blow, I… I saw the blade of cloth coming out of her back… next thing I know, the clown is dying and everything’s dark. I don’t know what happened next.’

‘It was Spirit.’ said Kid slowly.

‘Stein could’ve never killed the clown with Marie in time. But Stein got uneasy about the intel we had and asked permission to follow. I granted it. He got there just in time to see Maka get hurt.’

‘So… he saved me.’ muttered Soul.

‘We should go see her.’ said Black Star standing up with a jump ‘It’s been a while.’

The room was barely lightened, enough to see where you step, but it wasn’t empty. Liz, Patty and Tsubaki were there, chatting and laughing. It was nice, Soul thought, that they would sat and chat like they always had, with her. She probably didn’t talk a lot when she was awake either, he thought, and smiled.

‘Well, that’s not a very common sight.’ Patty said, approaching his face ‘Look, sis! A smile!’

‘Ugh, get off, Patty…’ Soul muttered, and walked past them, hands on his pockets, to sit on the window sill as he usually did. But his heart was a bit warmer, seeing them all there, talking and chatting, and caring.

‘Not to mention’ said Liz, in a voice that denoted resentment ‘that we’ve been blessed with the mighty presence of Shinigami-sama!’

‘AND BLACK STAR’ shouted the assassin, jumping on the empty bed.

Laughter was something they all had been missing. They hadn’t laughed all together ever since that day.

Kid was taken aback by the sight of Maka. Like everyone else had been the first time they saw her, but he hold her hand and promised her that he would found out what had happened. Then, he picked out a comb from out of nowhere and combed her hair drawing a perfectly straight line on the middle of her head.

‘There, see. Now you’re gonna get better sooner.’ the rest all chuckled, but no one said anything, that was just his way to show affection.

Eventually, they all went home and only Soul was left.

They had already removed most of the bandages, though her arm was still immobilized. Besides the breathing tubes to support her lungs, it could seem that she was only sleeping. Or maybe not...

‘Hey, Maka. I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but we have some pretty cool friends.’

He stood there, looking at her. This was one of those moments when she would’ve smiled and tilted her head a little, closing her eyes. It always had amazed him, how she managed to smile with her entire body, not just her lips.

‘Man, I miss your smile so much… Maka, I…’ he let himself fall in the chair next to her covering his face with his hand. ‘Geez, Maka, I think I love you.’

After that day, some things started to fall back into place, and even though they all knew that it was far from being okay, at least they managed to spend time with each other. Late night reunions by Maka’s bed became more and more regular, and at some point the breathing machine was removed along with the rest of the bandages, and watching her became less painful for Soul.

But still, her wavelength was dim and Stein was worried.

‘I don’t understand’ Soul stopped in the door of the infirmary, listening.

‘I don’t understand either, Senpai’ Stein answered ‘I’ve been calling her soul with my own resonance since the first day, I know Black Star have too, as well as Shinigami. There’s just no response.’

‘I always thought’ Spirit’s voice was broken, Soul could tell he had been crying again ‘that no matter what, Maka would defeat every obstacle.’

‘Her body’s getting better. It’s just as if… as if she had lost her will to live.’

Soul’s legs gave up at that very moment, and he slid down the wall to the floor, silent tears falling down his face. In that very spot was found, moments later, by Stein and Spirit. Not cool.

‘Did you hear all that?’ Stein asked him, without looking down.

‘Yeah.’

‘I don’t think there’s anything else we can do, Soul. It’s not us she needs to be called by.’

The two men walked past him and disappeared down the hall, leaving him there, alone with his thoughts.

What did Stein mean? To be called by. Be called by whom? By him? Called by Soul? But he didn’t have any wavelength power, without Maka he could feel nothing at all, only the cold of his own soul.

Slowly, he got up to his feet and by what seemed to be an automatic response his legs dragged him inside the room and back to the now usual chair.

Black Star had been there, he could tell. Maka had a tiny star drawn in her left hand and her hair was messy. Kid, obviously, hadn’t come today.

‘How do I do that, Maka? How do I call you back? I don’t have any power like that, not like Stein or Black Star or Kid… not like you.’

Slowly, he reached for her hand with trembling fingers. All this time, he had avoided touching her, afraid of what would happen… or rather, afraid of what wouldn’t happen. Because there was going to be no sparks, no electricity running through their bodies. There was not going to be a gentle grasp coming back from her, only a light hand drained of everything. Would that still be Maka’s hand, Maka’s touch?

But still, he reached for it, and took it gently between his. It was so cold and dry and light, it felt like something that didn’t belong to her. His heart sank deeper in his chest, because it felt like she was, indeed, somewhere she couldn’t be reached by anyone, not even him.

‘Come back to us, Maka’ he whispered to the hand, trying to make it warmer ‘come back to me.’

He placed a single ephemeral kiss on the back of her hand and left it carefully on the bed by her side, getting up to leave. It was already dark and Blair was depending on him for dinner.

He felt it before he heard it, the unmistakable warmth and power of Maka’s wavelength. It hit him on the back of his head like a rush of wind, like a hurricane, and then it came the screaming and the shouting, and soon enough Stein was pushing him aside as he ran into the room to try and grab a very much awake Maka.

He ran inside again too, not knowing what to do, but wanting to anyway.

Chaos was unleashed. Along came Kid and Spirit, and the shouting had wake up Sid and Nygus too. But she was out of herself, kicking and screaming and shouting incoherencies. And then Soul realized what she was saying. She was calling for him.

‘I’M HERE!’ he shouted back, trying to get her to look at him and grabbing her hand again, now full of life and strength ‘I’M HERE MAKA, I’M HERE WITH YOU!’

And then she stopped.

‘Soul?’ his name came out of her mouth in a growl.

‘Yeah, it’s me’

And as suddenly as she had awaken, she fell again over the pillows, eyes closed.

‘Maka… MAKA!’

‘She just fell asleep’ Stein reassured him, after checking her pulse. And it looked like it, there was redness in her cheeks again, and he could hear her music once more.

Soul refused to go back home that night. Stein agreed that his presence may come in handy if she woke up again like that, and Kid said it was fine by him. There was a shouting contest between Soul and Spirit in the hallway that ended up when Sid grabbed Maka’s dad by the collar of his coat and dragged him away.

At last, they all went away again, and he was left alone with Stein, who asked to be woken up if anything happened, and laid down on the bed next to Maka’s. Soul sat down on the chair again and grabbed her hand. How different a sensation it was, filled with life.

Through the night, Maka shifted in dreams and called out loud for him more than once, and every time she went back to a peaceful state when he answered quietly ‘I’m right here with you’. Finally, tiredness caught up with him and he fell asleep bended over the bed, holding her hand in his.

‘Soul’ he heard her call in his dreams.

‘I’m right here, Maka.’ he answered softly.

‘Soul…’

‘Right here… Never gonna leave you.’

‘I know you’re there, I can see you, Soul.’

Everything was still dark, there were no lights on and the only shine came from the dark moon. But he could see her glistering emerald eyes fixed on him.

‘Maka…’

‘What are you doing here, Soul?’ she asked amused. ‘It’s late, you should be home, sleeping.’

He couldn’t believe it. She had been almost three months in a coma, and the first thing she did after waking up was worrying about him. That was pretty much everything he could take, he rushed to her side and hugged her, crying uncontrollably and not worrying at all it didn’t look cool.

‘Soul? What’s going on? Why are you…?’ and then realization came upon her, and embracing him back she caressed his hair soothingly, until he calmed down. ‘How long?’ she asked softly.

‘Almost three months.’

‘Oh, Soul…’ she took his face between her hands and fixed her eyes on his. ‘And you stood beside me all this time?’

He chuckled.

‘Where else would I be?’

She smiled. With all her body.

‘Hey, Maka… You know. I realized something.’

‘What is it, Soul?’

‘I love you.’ he said, grinning ‘And I don’t care if you don’t love me back, I just want to protect you forever, so…’ his grin faded ‘So please, please don’t you ever try to save my life again, because that’s my job.’

‘Soul, you idiot’ she said, slightly punching his chest ‘You don’t get it, don’t you?’

She buried her face in his chest, holding tightly to his waist. After a second of shock, Soul hugged her back and let his forehead rest on her head.

‘Hey, Maka’ he said again ‘I just realized something…’

‘What is it?’ she asked, and he could tell she was grinning.

‘You love me.’

‘Okay, be careful with the steps.’

‘Soul, it’s just a stair.’

‘You haven’t gained all your muscle yet, Maka, you need to be careful.’

‘I know, but still… it’s just a stair.’

They were coming back home a week after she had woken up, precisely three months after the battle.

‘We should’ve stopped at a groceries’ store to pick up dinner.’ Maka ventured.

‘I will go out again to fetch something, don’t worry. Right now, let’s just get home. That sofa is waiting for you.’

She let out a laugh and held tighter to his shoulder.’

‘I miss it too.’

Just like that day back then, the key fit perfectly in the lock, and the door opened as if it didn’t care she was back, but inside the apartment…

‘SURPRISE!’ everyone was there. Kid, Patty, Liz, Black Star, Tsubaki and Blair. There were balloons and and tons of food, and across the ceiling and huge banner that read “It’s good to have you alive in the City of Death”.

She was so happy she started crying.

‘It’s alright’ Soul told her, and led her to the sofa ‘I will protect you from Black Star… That’s my job after all.’

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wills-writes-stuff · 6 years ago

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Hi I was wondering if you could write me a Dean x reader based on the song Stuttering by Fefe Dobson? But with a happy ending. Please!

Hey love! I’m sorry, I don’t know how long this has been sitting in my ask. I haven’t been around tumblr lately, and I’m afraind I’m not big on writing these days.

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Hey GUYS!!!

I’m trying to get back at it (the writing I mean) but I need a boost. How about some quick prompts?

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wills-writes-stuff · 8 years ago

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Omg a case of treason has me shook👏😫you're such a good writer please please pleaseee continue a case of treason

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Reding such sweet words so early in the morning completely raised my spirit, you’re amazing!

There IS a third part to A Case of Treason, not ready yet, it’s just my free time this semester has dropped to barely existent. But I will finish it, and it will be posted as soon as it’s finished, and y'all gonna be tagged in it.

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Writer says: So I had this crazy idea one day and I just had to work on it. Here ya go!

Writer means: So I had this crazy idea either right before getting in the shower or right before falling asleep so I grabbed my fucking laptop and shat all over it to create the steaming pile of crap that I now lay before you. I don’t even know if it’s good anymore. I haven’t slept in two days.

Writer says: Wow, real life’s getting busy! Sorry on the slow updates.

Writer means: My life is a literal storm of shit at the moment. Why did I decide to do this. Why am I still doing this. Everything around me is spinning out of control and I am staying up ‘til 5:30 in the morning every night to create a piece of work that will only get two comments and 12 demands for quicker updates. I hope no one’s mad at me, all I wanted to do was write.

Writer says: Wow! Would you look at that! I updated on time! Please enjoy!

Writer means: WOOOOOOHOOOOOO BITCHES LOOK AT THIS PRODUCTIVE ASSHOLE GO YEEEEEHAAAAWWWW TAKE THAT YOU NASTY REVIEWERS ALWAYS DEMANDING ME TO BE FASTER! I GOT THIS SHIT I GOT THIS SHIT

Writer says: This chapter was a toughie. Glad it’s finally done!

Writer means: I don’t know if this is good or not. I honestly don’t fucking know. I’ve read the same words over and over and over again and I just couldn’t look at it anymore. My beta said it was ok but I’m not confident but HOLY SHIT I JUST NEED TO STOP WRITING THIS FUCKIGN CHAPTER.

Writer says: Thanks for reading!

Writer means: Please, oh please oh please oh please leave me a review. A comment. Anything. Please tell me you’re out there. Please tell me someone is reading this.

Writer says: I just want to say that real life is getting pretty hectic right now. Please try to be patient with me, I know you guys want updates. Thanks! :)

Writer means: FUCK. YOU. Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding shit from me?! You don’t know my life! I have a very busy life! I create shit for free, you entitled son of a pig-fucker! STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS TELLING ME TO UPDATE SOON OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUKE ALL OVER MY COMPUTER

Writer says: What’s gonna happen next? Who knows? Hee hee ;)

Writer means: I have no fucking clue what the next chapter is going to look like. What’s my plot? I don’t know. I feel no emotion.

Writer says: Please leave a comment! It helps me write!

Writer means: I am begging you to leave me a comment because I swear it’s the only thing that’s keeping me motivated right now, I hate the work I put out and I need reassurance that people are actually enjoying this.

Writer says: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, big things are coming up! ;)

Writer means: Buckle up bitches, someone’s gonna die.

Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story!

Writer means: *high pitched eternal screeching*

Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.

Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS

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wills-writes-stuff · 8 years ago

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Note to self: in order to write, you have to actually do more than stare at a Word document rereading what you’ve already written. For example, maybe typing new words would be a good strategy.

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I loved it! LOVED IT!! I'm loving this 3 part series! I need the next part. Now. Yes, now please. I saaaiiid please...

UH... *looks into pockets* *searches under laptop* Apparently you’ll have to wait, sweety xD

#willowing-love

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wills-writes-stuff · 8 years ago

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A case of treason - Part 2

Cas x Reader

Words: 1294

Summary: Y/N can tell there’s something wrong going on with her, but Castiel’s treason is still too painful for her. Warnings: angst, shouting, panic attack.

A/N: I want to thank my beautiful and amazing friend @supernaturalfreewill for the corrections and stuff, love you twinsie!

Tagging those who asked for it: @x0andie0x @akoya-pearls @allinhishands @splendidcas @busybee612 @willowing-love @markesharke @mrswhozeewhatsis @growningupgeek I’m sorry if I missed someone!

You woke up in your bed in the bunker. Your head was aching but there was a glass of fresh water on your bedside table, which you emptied in one single gulp.

Everything was blurry, and the memories of the night before were coming back to you slowly; Castiel, you shouting, Sam and Dean coming out of nowhere. A single tear slid down your cheek and you wiped it with your fingertip in confusion.

“I thought I’d cry more…” you whispered, and then proceeded to get dressed.

The clock said it was almost nine in the evening and you began to wonder whether maybe you had slept more than just a night. It made sense with all the fighting.

You froze in the middle of the room, your yoga pants still in your hands. Your hands; unwounded and unblemished.

You looked for your phone everywhere, but it wasn’t around. You were about to call for Castiel when you remembered again and a knot formed in your throat while your chest became heavy and painful.

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“What are we going to do now?” Sam asked Dean, running his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know, Sammy. I’ve run out of ideas. I’m beginning to think Cas was right… There might not be a cure for it.”

“There has to be!” The pain he was feeling transformed Sam’s face and Dean’s eyes were teary.

Silence fell over the two brothers. They were sitting at the kitchen table, and the only audible noise was the hand of the clock ticking. It felt as if time was mocking them.

Dean emptied his bottle of beer and went to the fridge to look for another. Sam’s gaze followed him and he shook his head when his brother offered him one. Dean rolled his eyes and sat back down.

“You know alcohol won’t solve this.” Sam said.

“Yeah… but it won’t make it worse either.”

The sudden sound of footsteps made them both jump to their feet and when they were about to head out you came into the kitchen running and panting, fear written all over your face.

“What’s going on?” you asked in the verge of tears.

The brothers just looked at each other with their brows furrowed.

“Y/N…” Sam started, walking towards you with a hand out, as if he was afraid that you’d run away if he made any sudden movements.

“TELL ME!” You were shaking and now tears of fear were running down your cheeks as you hugged your stomach.

“Y/N, you need to calm down and listen to us. Focus on my voice…”

But everything was going black now and your chest hurt and the air was slipping away from your reach. Gasping for air, you tumbled down to the floor.

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The pain in the side of your head woke you up, and before you knew it, Sam was grabbing your hands.

“Hey, you okay?”

“I guess… what happened?”

“You had a panic attack.”

“I’ve never had a panic attack in my life…” you stated, but the pain was too strong. “Did I faint?”

“Yeah, you did.” Dean’s voice made you turn around to look at the other side of the bed. “You hit your head pretty hard against the floor.”

You sighed and flinched as you rubbed your hand against your temple.

“I guess calling… him is not an option…” Sam and Dean exchanged looks, but your sight was fixed on your hands over the cover and missed that small gesture. “Has he… has he tried to reach out to you?”

“Actually,” Sam said carefully, “he has.”

“I bet he said he had a good reason,” you muttered between your clenched teeth, you could feel the rage crawling up your gut, filling your head.

Dean sighed and passed a hand over his face. It was just then you realized how tired he looked. And so did Sam.

“Guys, you look terrible… How long was I out?” You suddenly remembered that morning and looked at your wrists. “It’s been months, right? Was I in a coma?”

The Winchesters just looked at each other and then nodded firmly.

“Yes, that’s exactly--” Dean said.

“--well, not exactly, but yes...” Sam continued.

“It’s been a long time, and you’ve been out of it,” Dean finished.

“So that’s why... he tried to reach out?”

“He just wanted to help,” Sam tried.

“Well, he shouldn’t have left me for the angels to kill me,” you said simply, and then added with a small smile. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a bath now, guys.”

The brothers nodded and immediately stood up to leave the room.

“Oh, and… guys? Go get some sleep.” They smiled and left, closing the door silently.

You weren’t mad anymore. You were just sad. Whatever had happened in the last few months had probably managed to cool your anger. You sat on your bed hugging your knees and resting your chin on top of them.

You couldn’t think of him without feeling a sharp pain in your chest and the tears welling in your eyes.

“Castiel…” you whispered, and you realized then he was right there, in the shadows in the corner of the room. The tears began to fall down in complete silence, but neither of you said anything. Finally, you just stood up and grabbed some clothes to go take a shower. “You do realize this is over between us,” you said calmly before opening the door.

“I do,” he answered, and you heard the pain in his voice.

“Then please stay away from my room.”

And with no more words you left the room, closing the door behind you.

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“There’s something different,” Castiel said at the same time he appeared in the war room, making Sam spit his water out and Dean fall back in the chair he was rocking back and forth.

“Dammit, Cas!” he shouted from the floor behind the table.

“She’s not shouting at me,” he said, looking at Sam and not even noticing the spilled water.

“She saw you?” Dean asked, crawling up to his feet again.

“Well… not exactly,” Castiel fiddled with his fingers for a second before answering “I was invisible.”

“Dude, that’s just wrong,” Sam said with small laugh. Cas looked at him with annoyance.

“I don’t think now is the time to be making that kind of accusation, Samuel.”

“Okay.” The younger brother said, raising his eyebrows and sitting a bit more straight in his chair unconsciously.

“She… she just guessed I was there.” The angel went on, now looking at Dean “But she didn’t turn to me, or shout, or anything.”

“She didn’t have a panic attack or memory loss either when we told her it had been a long time.”

“But we didn’t tell her that,” Dean pointed out.

“What do you mean?” Sam inquired.

“She suggested it. It wasn’t a shock because she figured it out... Maybe that’s the key!”

“We can’t tell her, but she can realize it?” Cas wasn’t so sure.

“No, but it makes sense,” Sam said, running toward the library. “This punishment is not for her!” He kept looking through the books in silence.

“Uhh… Sam?” Dean asked carefully. Sam looked at them with surprise.

“Oh! Yeah! Here!” He took out a book from one of the shelves and walked back to one of the tables. “This is not angel power, guys. This is angels using magic to torture us.”

“Us?”

“Yes. Well… specifically Cas.” He was turning the pages in a hurry, until he reached a specific place. “I can’t believe I didn’t think about it before,” he murmured.

Cas and Dean leaned over the open book to read.

“The spell is not on her,” Sam summarized. “It’s on us.”

#cas x reader #castiel x reader #castiel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #a case of treason

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