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@soulxmakaweek 2025, day 7: free day

Made an amv! The song i used is in tagalog so i added self-made translations :3 yippee yippee we love Soul yearner Evans in this house

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Something I did for SoMa week Day 4: rescue

Thank you to @soulxmakaweek for setting up this event

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66039430

Fic below cut

“Maka, slow down, you don’t have a weapon-“

Maka glared at Kid. Yeah, no shit she didn’t have a weapon, that’s why they were here. Soul had been kidnapped by a witch right under her nose, she wasn’t leaving this mission to her friends.

She had failed as a meister, who in their right mind would let their weapon get stolen by a witch with destructive powers and mysterious motives?

The only reason she was allowed to go on this mission weaponless was because both Kid and Lord Death saw how much fire was in her eyes and that her rage could probably take down the entire DWMA if they left her unchecked.

Blackstar gave her a firm pat on the back, right in between her shoulders. “Don’t worry, Maka! We’re gonna kick this witch’s ass, rescue Soul, and then we’ll get to go home!” Her fellow meister screams in well meaning enthusiasm.

“Heads up, guys! We’re getting close to her lair!” Liz shouts from where she’s in weapon form in Kid’s hand. Maka takes a deep breath as Kid shoots the door open.

“So, you come to my home to steal from me? Have you children never learned manners?” A sickly sweet voice drawled from the shadows.

Maka feels her blood start boiling. “Where is Soul?” She demanded, balling her fist. The witch laughed, stepping out of the darkness to reveal herself; a tall woman with deep red hair, silver eyes and a hat resembling a fox.

The witch had the audacity to laugh in her face. “Oh, you mean my little pet scythe? He’s….” She brought her gloved hand up to her face, tapping her chin with her index finger. “In punishment, for lack of a better term. I had to put him in his cage with a muzzle to keep him from biting my hand-“

She doesn’t get to finish her monologue, as Kid shoots right at her. Blackstar rushed her with a shout, slinging Tsubaki right at her, aiming for the head.

“Maka, go find Soul, we’ve got her!” Kid shouted at her. Maka nods and ventures deeper into the witch’s lair. “Ok, if I was a witch who kidnapped Soul, where would I hide him?” She said to herself.

Traveling the turning halls, Maka hears it: the sound of muffled crying. That had to be where Soul was. Picking up her pace, Maka tracks the sound to a room with a small box covered in a crimson blanket in the center. Ripping the fabric off, Maka nearly vomited at the sight in front of her.

It was similar a a cage a dog would be kept in while its owners were away, not allowing for much movement. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was its contents.

Soul was curled up in a fetal position, stripped to only his boxers, shivering in the cold air. A metal muzzle is strapped to his tear-stained face, covering his mouth and irritating the skin on the bridge of his nose. A ring of glowing metal is fastened to his neck, almost like a shock collar. His usually snow-white hair was matted and dirty, and his skin had bruises scattered across it like a starmap, especially around the scar on his chest and stomach from fighting Crona, as well along his legs and back.

Maka used a paper clip from her coat pocket and pried the lock open, flinging the cage door open. Bleary red eyes blink open and stare at her. He tries to make a sound that vaguely resembles Maka’s name, but doesn’t get it all the way out.

Maka cupped Soul’s face in her hands, pressing their foreheads together. “Oh, Soul, I’m so sorry. I should have been better. I know if I had done something different, this wouldn’t have happened.” She said with tears welling in her eyes.

Soul makes a little grunt and butts his head against Maka’s cheek. He always has hated when Maka blamed herself for anything that happened to him.

“Let’s get this thing off you.” She said softly. Thankfully, the muzzle had a simple latch that Maka was able to easily undo with her hands. As she slid it off, Soul started to breathe heavily, probably thankful to be able to get a proper breath in without a slab of metal over his mouth and nose.

“It wasn’t your fault… I should have been more careful.” Soul said with a cough. Maka slid her hands down to his neck, feeling the collar. “Wait Maka, don’t-“

A sudden jolt of electricity zapped through the collar, making Maka draw her hands back and Soul cry out in pain.

“It goes off when I try and go into weapon form, and when I try and touch it. Otherwise I would have been out of here way earlier.” Maka nods in understanding. “How do we get it off without hurting you?” She said, more to herself than to Soul.

There was a latch, but it looked like it needed a very specific key to dislodge it. Maka didn’t want to use her paperclip again, since that came with the risk of shocking both of them.

“MAKA! HAVE YOU FOUND HIM YET?!?!” Blackstar’s voice roared from the hallway. The other meister rounded the corner, face going pale when he sees the state his friend is in.

Tsubaki popped back into human form, indigo eyes calculating the situation. “Maka, I think I can cut the collar.” She said, flicking her wrist to turn it into a blade. Maka looked at her, weighing the option.

“Okay, but be insanely careful. It’s a shock collar and I don’t want either of you to get hurt.” Tsubaki nodded, dipping the blade under the collar. “On three, Soul. One, two, three!”

She cuts through the magic metal like butter, yelping when it shocks her. Tsubaki quickly shifts herself back to full human form, shaking out her hand.

Soul hollers in pain as the metal gives him one last surge of electricity, the collar falling to reveal red, angry skin underneath. Maka inhaled sharply, tracing it with gloved hands. She hoped Kid put the witch out of her misery, because Maka was close do doing it with her bare hands.

Maka slid her coat off and slung it over Soul’s shoulders, the black fabric not fitting perfectly, but giving Soul more coverage. He shuddered and wound it tighter around himself.

She placed one arm under Soul’s shoulder blades and one under his knees, scooping him into a bridal carry. A perfectly fine Soul would have protested the movement, but now, he just winds his arms around her neck and pressed his head into her shoulder.

“Let’s get you out of here.” Maka whispered in his ear, walking away from this awful place with Soul in her arms.

***

It had taken a while to get Soul home, but thankfully, he didn’t need to be hospitalized. A quick chat with Lord Death to recap the mission and discuss the fate of the witch later, Maka is leading Soul into their apartment.

“What do you want to do, Soul? Eat something or take a bath first?” Maka asked softly.

Soul wound her coat a little tighter around his shoulders. “Definitely bath first, I feel gross.” Maka nodded, helping him to the bathroom and setting him on the toilet seat.

She filled the tub with warm water and some bubble bath she had gotten as a birthday present from Liz. The calming aroma of strawberry and mint fills the room, making both Soul and Maka sigh in contentment.

Soul slipped Maka’s coat off his shoulders and shimmied his boxers down his legs. He let out a little hiss as the water hits his bruised skin, sinking down until the bubbles reach his collarbone, hugging his body.

Maka caressed his cheek with her hand, stroking the cheekbone with her thumb. “Do you want me to wash your hair for you?” Soul nuzzled into the palm of her hand. “Please.” He answered, red eyes filled with longing.

Maka sat down on the edge of the tub, slipping her legs on either side of Soul’s body. She takes the handheld shower-head and gently runs warm water over his head, thoroughly soaking the white hair. Maka takes the bottle of peppermint shampoo and pours a generous amount of it into her hands, working it into a lather until Soul’s head is covered in a foamy layer.

Soul exhales through his nose as she works her fingers fingers through his hair. The bathroom is quiet except for their breaths and the gentle scratching of shampoo cleaning his hair.

“I’m-“

“Maka, you already apologized. We’re not gonna swap apologies back and forth. You rescued me, I’m safe now.” Soul interrupted at her, proceeding to smile at with sharp teeth.

She paused, words dying in her mouth. Maka couldn’t put into words how guilty she felt for letting this happen, any meister would. But this is Soul. The man who would never let Maka take the blame for anything, even if it was her fault.

She peels soapy hair away from the back of his neck and pressed a kiss there. “Tip your head back so I can rinse your hair.” She instructed.

Soul does what she says, allowing her to run warm water over his hair. Snow colored hair sticks to his face as he spits out some soapy water that got in his mouth.

Maka applied some cool conditioner on the ends of his hair and grabbed a comb. “Sorry in advance if I pull too hard. Your hair is still pretty tangled.

She starts slow, working her way up to the roots with the red plastic, applying more conditioner when needed. Maka did still feel bad when Soul hissed in discomfort when she snagged a tough tangle.

Eventually, Soul’s hair is clean, back to its usual soft and silky self. Maka ran her hands through it, gently massaging Soul’s head in apology. He looked like he was half asleep under her touch.

Maka gently scrubbed his body with some vanilla body wash, being wary of any bruises on his skin, giving extra caution to the shock marks still on his neck. She’s rub some lotion on those later.

She showers him with one final hose down with the warm water before popping the drain. Maka held up a fluffy powder yellow towel and wrapped Soul up in it. Helping him up to his feet, she led him in bedroom and got some fresh pajamas, as it was getting late.

Once changed, Maka was about to take leave to make something to eat, but Soul grabbed her wrist from where he was lying on his bed. “Stay with me. Please, Maka.” He whispered, eyes pleading.

She slipped into bed with him, sitting against the headboard. Soul wound his arms around her waist and pressed his face into her side. Maka gently ran her nails through his hair, smiling when she gets no resistance from tangles.

“Rest now, Soul. I’m not going anywhere.” She whispered as his eyes slid shut. She wasn’t going to leave him, not now, hopefully not ever.

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Day 2: Trouble

"Solomon, you really are nothing but trouble, aren't you?" The phrase resonated inside his head anytime something went wrong. He remembers it clear as day, even as details from his childhood home slowly fade away from memory.

He remembers the ghost of her mother standing there on the other side of the bed that one time he made Maka cry. The pain on his torso had been nothing to how he felt seeing tears on those green eyes.

"Such a nice girl, she deserves so much more than the troubles you bring her"

He knows the words aren't trapped in his past, however. He hears them, from time to time, in one way or another. Whenever he lets himself smile a bit too wide, where he walks a bit too fast or when he occupies a bit too much room.

The words came back to the front in some run-down hospital in the middle of nowhere. They had won, but they were either rusty or careless and Maka ended up hurt.

He knows, on a level, that's how it works, he is the weapon, and Maka is the meister. He knows that every injury he's taken she sees as a failure. That didn't mean he could forget the slow drip of blood as he carried her into the ER.

He remembers the looks, and in hindsight, he can tell that it looks bad. And he understands, a bit, why the nurse put a hand on his chest as they took her away and said. "You've done enough"

"I know his kind, nothing but trouble… did you see that poor girl?"

He shrinks on the chair and waits. And waits.

She is angry when she comes back, he can tell. And it's not just the bandages and stitches. And by the time she reaches him, there's some shuffling behind the counter on the corner of his eye.

"We are leaving," She says, grabbing his hand.

He doesn't have time to protest, and he knows better by now. He did tell her once, that he would follow her to the ends of the world, and she never forgot.

So he follows, her long legs not making up completely for the height difference, and he finds himself slowly catching up.

And as they walk, seemingly going nowhere, as he can almost see the little clouds of temper over her blonde hair, the words "nothing but trouble" resonate again, in a slightly different tone.

He remembers the taste of her lips for the first time, only to be interrupted by cheering, whistling and a mention of a lost bet.

He remembers fights that started for nothing and ended with her frame pressed against his own as she refused to apologize but also didn't demand one from him.

The little grins, the small jabs, both verbal and at his ribs.

"They thought you hurt me." She says, both exasperated and a bit offended, probably partly on my behalf, partly on behalf of her pride.

"I kinda figured." He answers, and smiles a bit, letting his shoulders slump, not in defeat, but in relaxation. "That shows how little they know."

"Yeah, I know, you'd never…"

"Not what I meant." He says, and looks down and to the side, red on green, as he grins. "If they knew you, they'd know you're the one that's trouble."

"Soul!" The shove is followed by a small wince from her, and he can't tell which of them breaks into laughter first. So to make up for it, he offers her his arm.

Even if slowing his pace to keep up with hers is… troublesome. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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soma week day 3: charm

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day 3: charm🍃

this picture doesn't really fit the theme, but i wanted to portray the overall atmosphere of charm: beautiful landscapes, silent bike ride.. At one point, Maka realizes that she is enchanted not by the landscapes, not by the roar of the engine, but by the man she is now embracing with her arms.

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Day 3: Charm

Soul was charming, and that was on its own incredibly infuriating.

Because she is not blind, and after some work, she is not completely deaf either, to the truth of the matter. And yet with all of that being taken into account, it doesn't change the fact that it makes her rage boil a little.

Because he is so effortless about it… because Soul's charm comes out more when he is not trying than be cool, and that tells her that she, as a baseline, finds her Blahaj of a weapon charming.

And what other reaction can one have to that information than righteous anger? It's not good enough that he slowly but surely shoots past her in the height department, with even his slouch not making up for it, nor is it enough that he has to be so… nice, whenever someone has the valour to ask him to be their partner.

Does she want him to scream at them or run away from them? No, because that would be embarrassing on its own, but he shouldn't be so… understanding about it. So gentle. It makes the way she wants to react (and did react, the few times someone asked her) seem a bit… dramatic. And she is not dramatic.

But the thing that had really put her mood on a boil had happened earlier this week. She didn't even remember what had started her spat with Ox, not that 'Ox being Ox' is not a valid reason, but the moment she heard his lazy steps she knew Soul was about to 'defuse' by dragging her by the neck of her clothes.

Except he didn't. The world suddenly turned and spun in a way that sent most of her trained instincts into panic, but the constant, known hum of Soul's presence shorted all of those fight reactions, and since she didn't have a flight bone in her body… she just sort of froze.

Which according to him, later, was the entire plan. And saying that would have been bad enough… if her idiot of a shark hadn't smiled at her in a way that sent neurons she didn't know could light up in that situation to do so.

His charming ass deserved the punch he got.

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soma week day 2: trouble

spirit walked in on them

poor soul 😿

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Happy @soulxmakaweek yalllll

Here’s some devious demon!Soul and priestess!Maka shenanigans for Day 1: Saints :3

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Kid heaved out a sigh he wasn’t even aware he was holding, although his stature had turned rigid once more after noticing a piercing set of blood red eyes turning back to look in his direction.

“Seems we meet again Shinigami,” the demon snarled as he clutched the metallic blue soul within a open palm, probing Kid’s stomach to feel empty at the thought of it belonging to the lifeless young maiden laid beneath the foul creature.

“We will run you out of our village one day or another Soul Eater,” Kid spat out before watching the demon open his mouth to reveal a set of horrid sharp teeth.

It took everything in his power not to shoot the creature at the spot while gazing at his jovial sneer, hoping that his patience would reward him with new information about where exactly Soul Eater had spawned from.

“To be honest I am gettin’ pretty bored of this shitty lil’ village. Leaving without a parting gift would simply sour my mood though, so how about an exchange?” Soul Eater purred while Kid narrowed his eyebrows even further than they’d already been.

“What kind of exchange?” the Shinigami questioned, the statement leaving a sour taste within his mouth.

“I will leave this village for good if your head priestess agrees to become my bride…”

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“This is the third victim this week,” Maka mumbled, although Kid could tell that she was trying to keep her focus on bathing the corpse the Thompsons and him had brought over to the temple after Soul Eater had fled once more.

“We won’t let him have his way Maka,” Kid spoke, hoping that it would appease some of the tension which had built up in the air after they’d told the young woman about the demon’s request.

However, he discerned his words to have a completely opposite effect by the way the priestess’s shoulders slumped in the midst of performing her duties.

“Do you really think we have a choice…” Maka had then whispered before interrupting their conversation to say a quick prayer to his father in order for the lost soul to find it’s way towards peace.

“You do not have to act so tough about this y’know. We’re here to-“

“I am not trying to act tough! I just-“ Maka then shouted over Liz’s accusation before her body crumpled down onto the tiled floor, leaving Liz and Patty to go comfort the young woman while Kid gazed between the bloodied rags used to clean the corpse and Maka’s smooth white dress to steel his resolve.

———————————————————————

He may be a god, but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel the entire wheel of emotions human beings circle through during their lifetime. The most notable reminder for him of this statement was how often than naught he’d spend his nights in the arms of Black*Star, although this particular night seemed to lead his mind past the assassin and towards his friend.

“You’ll just melt your brain into a puddle if you don’t stop yer’ thinking,” Black*Star murmured into Kid’s ear, causing pinpricks to form across the Shinigami’s neck as he picked at the words given to him.

I suppose he is right. What good will ceaseless thinking do for me now? Black*Star is practically Maka’s older brother, so if he believes I should- Kid mentally noted, only to be slammed back into reality by the screech of a signal horn indicating that the village guards had gone into battle with a demon.

He’d zipped out of Black*Star’s bed with an equal amount of grace as a frightened cat before swinging the door open and noticing a line of shoulders sprinting in the direction of the temple.

The Shinigami’s vision then focused upon the sight of Maka standing tall on the few steps leading into the temple with her sword poised in a fighting stance, all while Soul Eater chuckled darkly in front of her.

“I have come to hear the answer to my request priestess,” Soul Eater barked, probing Maka’s harsh demeanor to show the faintest sign of breaking.

“NO MAKA, DO NOT-“

“You swear to keep your word if I become your bride?” Maka spoke over Kid’s shouts while he watched her bare feet descend from the temple steps.

“I plan to keep my word…” Soul Eater chuckled before Maka finally made contact with the packed dirt below them, allowing Kid a terse moment to wonder if he’d imagined the slight tremble of her polished sword as the demon inched closer towards her.

“And don’t ya’ worry, I don’t plan to eat you…” the monster then added before an air of confusion rang through the temple grounds, only to be broken once his fanged hands dug into Maka’s neck.

“After all, there’s only one thing I like better than gluttony and that’d be lust,” Soul Eater boomed, leaving Kid to still his erratic heartbeat before he barked orders at the terrified soldiers and noticed Liz fire Patty towards the abomination that held their friend’s life in the palms of his hands.

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Maka believed it had taken far too long for her to placate Kid and Tsubaki about being alright and needing some space alone, although it all seemed to work out as she used the faint light of a small lantern to navigate her way through the still woods and towards her destination.

Her footsteps were quick and silent, showing how long she’d been hiding in the shadows of the village in anticipation that the villagers would engage within the sins they’d vehemently abhor when feeling her watchful eyes on them during the daytime.

She smiled faintly at the sight of a large cave made of carved limestone, only letting the hood of her cape down once slipping into the familiar cracks and turns of the bedrock before her.

It didn’t take long for Maka to instinctively turn a corner and be met with a pair of jittery crimson eyes, causing her to let out a dry chuckle while she watched Soul spring out of his bed and come bolting in her direction.

She couldn’t resist greeting him with an airy giggle as he pulled her into a embrace, which she happily returned in kind until he slowly backed away and ghosted his fingers over the small indents his claws had left over the thin skin around her neck.

“Does it hurt?” Soul whimpered, earning him another chuckle from Maka before she circled one her fingers against the bandaged skin where Liz’s bullet had grazed his shoulder.

“A little, but your acting was superb! It won’t be long now. We can gather you a few more souls and then leave this village together,” Maka hummed as Soul rested his forehead against hers, allowing the priestess to swiftly capture his lips against her own and bathe in the familiar residuals of human souls against her lips.

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“I say we send a search party and ambush that good-for-nothin’-“

“We have already tried that twice Spirit,” Marie hummed before the small crowd flinched when the man in question slammed a fist onto the small wooden table in the center of the room.

“This is ridiculous! I will not simply watch as my daughter becomes that wretched demon’s play thing!” the redhead practically roared while Kid noticed how similar his eyes seemed to look with Maka’s when she had set her resolve on a certain goal.

“Don’t fret too much old man. I’m sure Maka has some sort of plan to slit the demon’s throat while he’s fast asleep…or at somethin’ similar to that,” Black*Star then retorted before lifting one of his palms to rest on the small of Kid’s back, serving as the push the Shinigami needed to lead the meeting he’d called for.

“Our sources say that the first killing Soul Eater could be traced to was that of a northern village,” Kid exclaimed as he pointed at a chiseled image of a large village on the leather map scrawled across the wooden table.

“Our best bet would be to send Marie and Stein to investigate this village and find out more about his origins,” the reaper then elaborated while looking up and noticing a cloud of smoke billow out of Stein’s mouth as he lazily rested his smoke pipe in an outstretched hand.

“Anything specific we should look out for?” Stein then mumbled, although Kid could hear him clearer than any other sound in the room.

He hated the way his heart always seemed to sink at the thought of using his raw unbinding powers.

“The demon’s true name. I am sure you know that he started off as human. If we find out his true name and lineage, we find a way to use my reaper abilities and blight him to hell…”

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It was getting harder for Maka to put on a begrudged priestess act as the night continued to progress.

The village had decided to hold a festival in her honor before she was to be sacrificed as the demon’s bride, leaving her to sit in front of the large crowd and say her goodbyes to whomever would come up to her with a weary expression.

While she may have been able to come into direct contact with corrupt tradesmen, a single murderer, and a handful of abusive spouses, she grew bored of gathering information about the next crop of souls she and Soul planned to reap.

However, the young woman was able to make the night much more lively for herself by asking for a generous amount of wine from Patty and using the warmth of the drink to sweep Tsubaki into a dance with the brisk music.

The crowd appeared to grow more alive as her dancing continued, leaving Maka out of breath as she slowed enough to guide Tsubaki into Liz’s arms and run off towards the edge of the village.

She’d been too enthralled in a silent prayer asking of Shinigami-sama that Liz and Tsubaki lay their hearts to one other that night to even notice that how she’d inadvertently stepped into a darkened alleyway where Black*Star and Kid appeared to be hiding from the crowd.

The young woman had quickly been able to brush off the awkward experience by giving them both a knowing smirk and running off into the night once more, happy to see that Kid had made a substantial amount of progress in meeting her brother’s advances.

The sight of large oak trees and ample shrubbery caused the young woman to let out a string of giggles once she felt the familiar twinge of a red soul dance along with her laughter.

Long tanned arms buried her into an embrace soon after, leaving her to kiss the crook of Soul’s neck in greeting as he hummed into her flaxen strands of hair.

“Hmmm someone has been indulging in the wine I gave him,” Maka giggled after noticing the faint scent of alcohol wafting around her each time Soul released a breath.

“Mmm, thought it’d make me feel as if I was part of the weddin’ festivities too,” Soul replied, causing Maka’s spirits to slightly wane at the thought of her betrothed grappling with how his humanity had been snipped away from him.

“Well, I know of another way we could do that,” the priestess purred as she raised the ends of her silken emerald dress in a curtsey, leaving Soul to raise an eyebrow at her before his body molded into a low bow.

Their movements were swift and fluid, allowing Maka to bask in the thought of how inseparable they’d become during the two years of their secret partnership.

It only seemed natural for them to venture off in hopes of stealing back Soul’s humanity now that their souls were so intertwined.

“We can’t dally for too long, otherwise there won’t be any souls for us to-“

“Let’s just forget about that for tonight…” Soul suggested over Maka’s assessment, causing the young woman to roll her eyes before displaying a wide grin once Soul twirled her a few feet off the ground.

“Very well. I suppose I should listen to my fiancé when he asks so kindly for a favor…”

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It seemed as if the entirety of Death Village had shown up to watch her become their sacrificial lamb.

She and Soul had planned for him to appear before Kid one final time a few days beforehand, although this time it was only to inform the shinigami that Soul Eater would be waiting by a small clearing in the woods at sunset for his bride.

The young woman had been whisked away at noon to take a long bath that left her nostrils burned with the smell of honeysuckle, usher in Tsugumi as the new head priestess, and fit herself into a black billowy dress and thin veil that draped across her face.

She couldn’t help but notice how the procession leading towards the clearing seemed to be akin to that of a funeral, causing her to gaze at the sullen faces of her papa and friends and wonder if they would make the same faces if they knew the truth of this “bargain”.

Her mind was set at ease once catching a glimpse of ivory hair in the distance, signaling for the village dwellers to stand a few feet back as Maka slowly walked towards Soul.

It took everything in her power not to mirror the shark-toothed grin the demon had plastered over his face.

Instead, she tried to play the part of a dutiful priestess by turning her face away when Soul reached out and tucked a few strands of her hair behind one of her ears.

The shout she let out once he hoisted her into a bridal-style hold had been completely genuine, forcing the young woman to busy her hands with smoothing out the inky fabric of her dress instead of shouting at Soul to warn her about the action beforehand.

“I shall be takin’ my leave now. Thank you for the gift,” Soul jeered before Maka hung her head to sweeten their performance.

“MAKA! PLEASE BE BRAVE!” one of the bystanders called out while Soul turned his back to the crowd, allowing her to pinpoint the voice as belonging to Kid.

“I plan to be…” Maka shouted back before Soul let out a snort at the statement and started to walk further into the woods.

The pair continued their journey in relative silence for a moment, with the young woman allowing her body to relax against Soul’s once discerning that they were a considerable distance away from the crowd.

“You can put me down now Soul,” Maka mumbled, only to feel the demon’s chest vibrate against her frame.

“What if I don’t wanna…” Soul whined before Maka slapped one of her hands against his stubbled jaw.

“You don’t wish to see your wife’s face?” Maka replied with a clear lilt to her voice, leaving Soul to let out a giggle and help her get back onto her feet.

The demon then grazed his claws against the sheer fabric of the veil shrouding Maka’s face before gliding it upwards in order for their eyes to meet.

“Hi…,” Soul hummed while he cupped his hands against Maka’s cheeks, eliciting the priestess to let out her own giggle and rest her forehead against his.

“You’re completely sure about this?” Soul questioned just as Maka’s hand was about to fly downwards and grasp his own.

“Hm?” she added before gazing up and being met with verdant eyes bearing the overwhelming sense of uncertainty she had grown to associate with Soul when he’d first shown up on the outskirts of the village.

“You’d be leavin’ everyone you know behind. What about your family, your friends?” the demon mumbled, probing Maka’s fingers to graze between his before she flitted her eyes shut and observed the familiar hum of his soul.

It might’ve seemed completely red to the naked eye, but the small speckles of blue splattered about had been ingrained into her mind deeper than any of the prayers she’d learned as head priestess.

“Of course. And besides, I have hope that I will meet with them again once we find a way to turn you back human,” Maka added before watching Soul absorb her shining resolve as she started the hymn performed for marriages.

“Do you, Soul Eater Evans, lay your body and soul to me alone…” Maka announced as she felt his palms press up against her own.

“I do,” the demon replied.

“And I, Maka Albarn, lay my body and soul to thee alone. As priestess of the temple of Shinigami, I bless our matrimony and pray it will last now and for eternity,” the priestess added while morphing her lips into a small smile once noticing the slight gleam over Soul’s eyes as she recited one final prayer and joined them together into a kiss.

She sighed against her husband’s chest, with the feeling of his feathery lips against her own burning this moment into the young woman’s mind and allowing her to drown in the realization of how she’d finally been freed from the shackles the temple had on her.

“Hmmm, I suppose you must be starving,” Maka tittered after planting her heels back onto the ground once pulling away from Soul, earning her a swift nod from the demon.

She slid a hand into her wedding dress and retrieved the small leather sack she had tucked within her corset.

Her hands then gingerly untied the bindings of the pouch to reveal the bright cerulean souls she’d reaped the night before for her beloved.

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The air around the village appeared to be tight and constricting to almost everyone, probing Kid to breathe in through his nostrils at the thought of how their situation had caused even his immortal body to feel sickened.

“Stein and Marie should have arrived by now,” Kid stated as he paced the smooth marble flooring of the temple while Liz and Patty peered out the window to see if Black*Star had emerged out the woods after ambling into them in a crazed frenzy, with only Tsubaki and a small group of soldiers following after him.

“It hasn’t even been a week yet has it? I say we wait another day and then-“

“Do you think Maka will be fine for another day?” Patty cut through her sister’s suggestion, essentially rendering the air in the room to grow even more stiff if that were even possible.

The trio sat in relative silence while hastily churning through attack plans when the large double doors of the temple pushed open to reveal Stein and Marie with Black*Star and Tsubaki trailing behind them closely.

“Were you able to find it?” Kid questioned before Black*Star gently grabbed his wrist and began to lead the group down the broad temple steps.

“Black*Star was able to find Maka and Soul Eater near a cave in the middle of the woods. I’ll explain on the way there,” Marie stated, eliciting Kid to nod his head and deftly catch Liz and Patty once he noticed the faint light indicating they had transformed behind him.

The group ambled through the silent village and into the dark pits of the woods.

“We were able to get in touch with a bounty hunter in the village where Soul Eater first struck. There was an interesting lead in the village to the north…” Marie elaborated as they neared the cave.

“And the lead was?” Tsubaki questioned before Kid raised an eyebrow at the way Marie’s face contorted into a grimace.

“A witch named Medusa had abducted Selwyn Evans, son of the noble Evans family on the night of his 18th birthday after he had run off into the woods. The public was told he had been maimed in the forest by a wild animal, but the guards had clearly seen the witch whisk him away. A village girl claimed to have also seen a young man matching his exact description in the woods the morning after, only with red eyes and white hair,” Stein finished while grasping Marie’s handle as they skidded to a stop just before reaching the cave.

“So that would mean-“ Kid started, only to bite his tongue once noticing Maka sprawled on the demon’s lap with a human soul plucked between her fingers.

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“You don’t think eatin’ this many is too greedy?” Soul chuckled, probing Maka to stretch her body ontop his legs and breathe in the fresh air of the spring night.

“I suppose it is, but why not indulge yourself on your wedding night?” Maka giggled before plucking a soul out of the sack and motioning for Soul to open his mouth.

The priestess felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her at the way her husband effortlessly gulped down the blue morsel, wondering if the soul could feel any sense of anguish from being devoured.

She supposed it would be nice to indulge herself in the thought, since it would serve as yet another fruit of labor from her continuous reaping with Soul.

Her fingers had barely reached downwards to close the sack when she felt an uneasiness blossom in her stomach, forcing her eyes to zip towards the side and notice Kid and the Thompsons emerge from the foliage.

“Shit. I didn’t think they would come so quick-“

“I call upon my late father and the shinigami before him to give me strength in expelling the evil before us…” Kid shouted, causing Maka’s heart to sink towards the ground as she dreadfully recognized the phrase the death god had uttered.

“Selwyn Evans, son of Aneirin and Cecilia Evans, may the depths of hell emerge and lay claim to what is theirs…” Kid continued before Maka gasped at the thick black tendrils which hissed out the ground and wrapped themselves around Soul’s hands and feet.

“KID, KID PLEASE STOP!” Maka shouted while her arms grasped at the vines, trying to ignore her friend’s boisterous words and Soul’s pleas for her to leave him behind.

“Don’t stop Kiddo, the demon might’ve put her under some sort of spell!” Liz shouted as Kid’s chanting waned in confusion.

The shinigami’s newfound confidence seemed to usher in an eerie wave of calm in Maka’s mind as she gazed into her husband’s eyes and grimaced at how small and frightened his pupils appeared to be.

“Soul…transform,” Maka mumbled before being washed in a blinding blue light and noticing the soothing warmth of the demon’s handle against her small palms.

However, the next barrage of movements and sensations all seemed to be blurred together.

The burning sensation in her muscles as she and Soul used their combined resonance to break free from the tendrils.

The sensation of her lungs taking in choking breaths while she lunged towards Kid.

The sensation of warm blood running down her elbows as she stared at her friend’s sunken expression and gaping hole in the middle of his mangled jawline.

“I-I’m sorry Kid…” Maka murmured, not daring to look at the other’s faces as she ran off into the night with Soul clutched against her chest, wondering if killing a god would reap even more sins in the eyes of the Shinigami than the lives of the blue souls she had snatched away in their hasty escape.

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@soulxmakaweek day 3: Charm

Somehow didn't realise I skipped a prompt

Thanks @blackbloodteeth @justpocketchange @sahdah I appreciate the insults. What else would he say? Feel free to comment lol

Day 1: saints

[soulxmakaweek]

SOUL x MAKA WEEK 2025

DAY 1: SAINT The first thing I thought to do for this prompt was to redraw an actual saint. I found a statue of Joan d’Arc and thought it made a perfect reference for Maka, with an additional twist with Soul in scythe form x)

DAY 2: TROUBLE I thought of That One Scene in the anime and knew this was the perfect excuse to redraw it. They always have each others’ backs when one is in trouble!!

Tagging: @soulxmakaweek!

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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.

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SoMa week day 1: Saints

@sahdah occasionally sends me some really cool stuff with Angel imagery and naturally I had to find the opportunity to draw it in some way ✨

Day 3: charm

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SoMa Week 2025 Day One - Saints

Heya All! It's SoMa Week! I have always wanted to join in, but I have been so busy each time so I was unable to, but this year, I shall finally join in! I am so excited to finally participate!

And thank you to @soulxmakaweek for the event!

[soulxmakaweek]

That's disappointing, even if understandable, to hear that there won't be any official support for NSFW participation even via just a specific tag that can be filtered for those who are disinterested in using it, but I have to ask after several people I've conversated with (including myself) have some confusion on what is regarded as NSFW, especially with the event having been stated to be "family friendly."

I imagine that explicit smut (either written or drawn out) is not eligible for reblogging, but what about other mature themes, such as death/loss, violence (whether it be canon-typical or not, considering the manga can be quite graphic), or even things such as mentions of cannibalism or soul-eating, Black Blood and madness, and references to mild sexual content that are not explicitly shown? We've had some worries over the lack of defining guidelines and the potential slippery slope for censorship (which is an unfortunate concern in this day and age), so I feel it may be necessary to lay down what exactly the mods define as NSFW if this event is intended to be SFW and SFW-only in regards to the official participation aspect.

We would also like to ask if this applies equally to art and writing, as different mediums may have different ways of being rated.

Thank you for reaching out with your concerns and questions. It seems there may have been some miscommunication regarding the definition of NSFW content concerning this event.

When we were initially asked whether NSFW content would be accepted, we responded that it would not be and referenced the @somansfwweek blog to clarify our position.

Following that, you asked if we would consider allowing a specific tag for NSFW content. Since there was no clarification that you were referring to a broader or different definition of NSFW than the one used for @somansfwweek, we understood it in the commonly accepted sense for @somansfwweek—namely, content that includes smut, explicit sexual material, or pornography. As such, our working definition of NSFW has remained aligned with that understanding.

To clarify, the distinction between the two blogs exists for a reason. @somansfwweek exists to highlight explicitly adult content (smut, porn, etc). This separation helps ensure that both creators and audiences can comfortably engage with the kind of content they’re interested in, without overlap.

If a post feels like it could reasonably be considered content for an NSFW (smut, explicit porn, etc)-focused event on @somansfwweek, then it likely falls outside the scope of what we’re able to reblog for this blog.

Thank you again for bringing these concerns to our attention.

[soulxmakaweek]

SoMa week 2025

Day 1: Saints

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Day 1: Saints

There are two layers of fabric between them, and yet she thinks she can feel the outline of that scar, of that reminder. She notices movement on the side, awkward twitching of fingers, and an arm a bit lanky trying to find purchase in an arrangement that was neither new, nor wrong, but always a bit hesitant.

He has been shooting up lately, again. It used to annoy her, a bit, she admits, but the more she thinks about it, the more she is glad she got to see him grow, like this.

She doesn't say, and he inevitably calms down and takes her in. There's a slight warmth on her cheeks as those lips touch the top of her head, and in response, she stretches an arm, using a large, un-lady-like hand to grasp his, fingers locking in practised motion.

She wonders, for a second, what it would be like, to have to remember him in days like this. But she shakes her head and lets out a breath, not letting the thought take root.

This is not a place for martyrs. This is home… and she can't tell if she means the apartment or his weight.

"I'm glad you're not a Saint"

"Maka… what does that even mean?"

"Shut up… don't worry about it." ---- Just a spur of the moment thing when I saw that it was SoMa week.

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day 1: saints 🤍