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[mimsy15]

soma week day 1: saints

when i saw saints, i thought of an angel, which led to maka's grigori soul, and then her anti-madness wavelength, so this basically is maka saving soul from falling into madness :))

ngl kinda hate how i did this prompt 😔😔

also happy pride 💗💗

[theangrypomeranian]

and trouble's gonna follow where i go

Summary:

What was supposed to be an easy mission turns into a disaster when Kilik, Harver, and Ox are spelled to be "in love" with Maka. Soul is less than pleased - even less so after learning that the spell can only be broken by a kiss from Maka. Totally not worth all the trouble... Written for SoMa week 2025. Title from ME! by Taylor Swift ft. Panic! at the Disco.

notes:

*shrugs* i think this one is funny lol. shout out to the folks over at @soulxmakaweek for putting this together. the prompt was trouble. read it on AO3 here.

[soulxmakaweek]

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[alwaysajoy2]

Soma Week 2020

I wasn’t able to do all the prompts 😅

Day 1 - Dare

Day 2 - Flower

Day 3 - Jealousy

Day 4 - Laughter

Day 5 - “We’re not dating!”

Day 6 - Wings

Day 7 - Magic

[beniyasu]

Posting all late because midterms are kicking my ass. (Sry for the shoddy lines)

Soul x Maka week 2020 DAY 2: FLOWERS

[redphlox]

wings*

day 6 of @soulxmakaweek 2020 X Soul pops his head into the small bathroom to raise an eyebrow at Maka, their eyes locking in the mirror. “I heard banshee screeching. Are you being murdered or do you need me to be your alibi for murdering someone?”

“None of the above,” she confirms, sucking in a ragged breath that somehow only aggravates her more. “I’m trying to put on wings.”

Faint interest flickers in Soul’s eyes. “Wings?”

“Yes, wings.” Exasperated, she raises the liquid eyeliner stick that arrived (late) in a beat-up, squished, and possibly already opened box delivered to their doormat earlier that day. “I’ve watched six million tutorials online, called Liz and Kid for help, and tried every hack I could find, but I can’t make my eyeliner even.”

“It’s all in the wrist,” her weapon partner says, and when she responds with a confused expression, he steps into the bathroom. “It’s just art, Maka, but on your face. Here, can I try?”

Having him this close throws her nervous system out of wack. That’s been happening a lot lately. It’s like she can feel the warmth radiating off his skin and she wants to reach out and touch him to feel it herself. But why does his proximity affect her now? They touched a lot before in the past, actually---when he’s in weapon form, when they hold hands while one of them is in distress---except now she wants not to have an excuse. Somehow it doesn’t seem fair that she knows him inside and out emotionally but there exists a physical side of him she’s never explored before. 

Maka is so entranced by his hands handling the eyeliner that she doesn’t notice him staring at her expectantly. “Huh? Sorry, I zoned out.”

“I said, uh...come closer?” He bites his lower lip, his breathing shallow and his voice somehow unsure. “So I can put your wings on for you.”

“Oh--uh, okay. Yeah.” 

Maka’s heartbeat drums in her chest as she takes the smallest step forward, tilting her head up to try and make up for their height difference. Oh wow. She’s been close to him, but not like this, practically standing on top of his feet. Such a position feels too...intimate, especially when he cups her face with a gentle hand and stoops down. Maka forgets how to breathe while he first studies her face before sliding a finger underneath her chin and tilting her head up even more. She has no choice but to watch him watch her. Not that she’s strong enough to focus on anything else or even pay attention to what’s happening. Soon she feels the cool touch of liquid on her upper-lid, and then the other, and then---

“Done,” Soul announces proudly. Something like adoration shines in his eyes as he stares while she inspects his work in the mirror. She pretends not to notice, thanking him about a million times for his work because fuck, it’s really good. Better than the makeup gurus she’s been seeking out on the internet for advice.

“Your emo phase with guyliner really helped me out,” Maka teases, fumbling over her words.

“It wasn’t a phase and I’m still emo. But actually, it helps that I like artsy stuff. And that I’ve looked at you a lot.”

“Oh,” is all she can muster, what with her brain short circuiting at this revelation. No way is she going to dig deeper into that statement. 

For a second Soul looks like he wants to confess something, but then seals it away behind a crooked grin. He brushes her hair away from her face with feather-like grace before leaning back against the bathroom counter to continue admiring his work. Maka prays that he doesn’t attribute the pink searing her cheeks to any feelings about him because that would totally be untrue. 

“Damn, I do a good job, huh?” 

“So humble,” is all she can manage before rushing out of that cramped space that smells like his laundry detergent and keeps messing with her head.

“I’m here if you need a touch-up or need another appointment,” he calls after her. It sounds so sweet to her ears. “I’m always available if it’s you.” 

[zxanthe]

we’re not dating!

late entry for @soulxmakaweek day 5

also available on ao3 and ff.net

Nakatsukasa Tsubaki likes to consider herself rather observant. She notices things other people don’t – the spark of irritation in Liz’s eyes when Black Star laughs too loudly, the particular way that Stein ever-so-slightly favors his left side in fights regardless of the weapon he wields, and the peculiar orbit that Soul and Maka seem to fall into around each other. Their weapon-meister bond is as strong as it ever was – stronger, she thinks, since they reorganized into the Spartoi unit and Soul became a death scythe. It isn’t so much one or the other as them together lately, Soul-and-Maka, two parts of one whole. She came by one day to watch their training session, heard Soul call Maka “angel” with the barest hint of a smile on his face, watched the way Maka seemed to brighten all the way to the tips of her pigtails.

It was then that her suspicion solidified into a certainty.

She wonders, though, if either of them even really know it, on a conscious level at least. If Soul is precisely aware of the degree to which his eyes soften and his mouth curves upward when he looks at Maka. If Maka is aware of the blatant upswing in her mood whenever she’s around Soul, the way her cheeks color and her hands flutter around him, brushing him, not quite grabbing.

Knowing them, probably not. Tsubaki herself has never been in love, but she’s read a lot of shoujo manga.

She tries to untangle the situation in her gentle, oblique way on the rare occasions when they’re apart.

“You and Maka have a very strong partnership,” she remarks to Soul one day, when they’re in the middle of a paired assignment on the topic in a Weapon class.

“Yeah,” says Soul, and there’s that soft smile. “It’s…pretty damn cool, honestly. Without her I wouldn’t be where I am now.”

Tsubaki feels a brief, awful pang – lately it seems that Black Star needs her less and less. In the back of her mind she wonders if there will come a day when he doesn’t need her at all. She pushes the thought down. “I admire that,” she says instead, and means it. “What you two have is a precious thing. I don’t blame you for being joined at the hip.”

Soul shoots her a glance. “Joined at the hip?”

Oh, Shinigami have mercy. “Well, you two do spend a lot of time together.”

Soul seems to be mulling it over. “Yeah, I guess,” he says finally, and sets his pencil to paper.

Even Black Star notices something’s up. “Say,” he says to her one morning, in the midst of headstand pushups. “You notice something…weird about Soul and Maka lately?”

Tsubaki takes a pointed sip of her tea. “Yes.”

“Have they always been so…together? Like, every time Soul comes to game, Maka comes with him, and like, I know you girls like to do your girly shit or whatever in the bedroom, and that’s fine, like I love Maka don’t get me wrong, but didn’t she used to…stay home?”

“She did,” Tsubaki confirms. “I guess even she’s feeling a little less pressure to study all the time, now that we’re Spartoi.”

“Hmm, yeah. Who’da thunk, turbo-nerdette is chilling out. I think Patty owes me money now.”

Tsubaki just laughs. “You might have to fight her for it.”

Star makes a face and starts doing his pushups a little faster.

Tsubaki calls Maka one afternoon, because her strawberry plants are going crazy and she has enough to share. She doesn’t pick up. Tsubaki chews the inside of her cheek, debating, and then decides to anyway, because she’s got errands to run in that part of town and it couldn’t hurt, unless –

She shakes her head, a blush rising in her cheeks. No way would they have gotten to that stage yet, unless some weird freak accident happened where they both simultaneously stopped being dense as brick walls. She sighs, and hops on her bike.

She climbs the stairs to Maka and Soul’s apartment and knocks softly on the door, feeling a not-inconsiderable measure of relief when a muffled “come in!” wafts through the wood. She turns the knob and lets herself in to the apartment, closing the door carefully behind her. When she turns around, her eyes widen involuntarily.

“Oh – um – am I interrupting something?”

“No,” says Maka, looking up from the couch to smile at Tsubaki and wave with the hand not clutching her book, the one that was previously tangled in Soul’s white hair, free of product for once. It’s oddly intimate, even more so than their positions. “Ooh, whatcha got there?” she asks.

“Strawberries,” Tsubaki says, not sure where to put her eyes and settling on a spot just to the left of Maka’s face. “Fresh from my garden. Um, I’ll just…”

“Yeah, just put them in the kitchen. I’d get up, but…” She gestures to the sleeping boy on her chest and gives Tsubaki a vaguely sheepish, what-can-you-do sort of smile. Tsubaki returns it, albeit a little strained. Her brain is whirring.

“Well, I’ll just see myself out,” she says. “Again, I’m so sorry – I should have called again – “

“Don’t worry,” Maka says with a wave of her hand. “Hey, sit down. Talk to me. It’s Saturday.”

“Um, ok.” Tsubaki perches nervously at the edge of an armchair.

“Hey, don’t look so scared. You didn’t interrupt anything, I promise,” says Maka, but her eyes are distant. Inwardly, Tsubaki narrows her own.

“No?” she asks.

“No,” says Maka, and shakes her head, dialing back into the present.

Tsubaki’s eyes dart from Soul, snoring softly on Maka’s chest, arms splayed around her, body resting on top of her closed legs, and then back to Maka. She decides to just go for it.

“Are you two…together?”

“Huh?” Maka frowns, and then her eyes widen a little before she chuckles quietly. “Like…that? No. No. We’re not a couple, Tsu.”

Could have fooled me. “Hm. I was beginning to have my suspicions,” she says lightly, smiling a little to make it clear she’s teasing.

“How?” Maka asks, smiling but to all appearances earnestly confused.

“Um…call it a feeling.”

“A feeling?”

“You two are together a lot, after all.”

“Yeah, I guess we are. That’s pretty normal, though, for a weapon-meister pair, isn’t it? Besides,” and her smile turns rueful and a little sad. “Men are…not very trustworthy.”

“You trust Soul, though, don’t you?”

“That’s not what I meant, Tsu.”

Tsubaki presses her lips together. “Well…if, hypothetically, the two of you were to, um, get together – not that you ever will,” she says quickly, at the little crease that appears between Maka’s eyebrows, “but if you did say something to Soul – I think he’d be more receptive than you think.”

Maka gives her a strange, guarded look. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tsubaki repeats, and gives her friend an encouraging smile.

Tsu stays a little while longer, chatting with Maka about classes and strawberry plants and Black Star’s new tendency to blast himself in the air with his soul wavelength in the middle of the hallways. It’s only when Soul starts stirring on Maka’s chest that she excuses herself, leaving with a wave.

In the hallway, she sighs. Ah, young love.

[theeyeofthetigger]

Soma Week 2020 Day 5 - "We're Not Dating!!"

Someone should probably tell them they are.