Drabbles from the prompts I was given on tumblr. The last drabble has mature and sexual themes so please read at your discretion. Also reviews are encouraged :)

PROMPT: A LOVE LETTER FROM THE CHARACTER'S BEST FRIEND SINCE KINDERGARTEN, THEY ARE NOW 21 YEARS OLD AND JUST GOT THIS

This wasn't right.

It wasn't right that he was so far away from her now. It wasn't right that now no matter how far she traveled she would never be able to see his face. It wasn't right that the letter accompanying the photo of the blue haired man, who had grown quite handsome in all those years, was informing her of a tragic death. It wasn't right that the boy who held her hand and gave her confidence at the tender of 5 was dead and gone. Tears hit the parchment, blurring her vision, smudging the dreaded words.

I'm sorry you have to hear it this way. But if you're getting this well, the almighty god has finally ascended. You can do this without me my goddess. Love always, Black*Star

BLACK STAR AND MAKA BROTP- "IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE THIS WAY"

Black*Star pounded on the wood, cursing all of Death City. "Damn crib, damn hammer, damn damn GOT DAMMIT!"

Maka chuckled behind the blue haired meister as he held his sore finger between his teeth. "Maybe if you had listened to me in the first place, you wouldn't be having this problem."

"Dammit Maka, I don't know why the baby can't just sleep with me and Tsu in our bed, instead of sleeping all alone in this wooden deathtrap."

Maka rolled her eyes at the meister, who would have known the brash ninja would end up being the overprotective father. "Because it wasn't meant to be that way. And studies have shown that babies often suffocate and die when parents roll over them in bed, when they should have been in their crib."

Black*Star blinked at her wide eyed, processing the new information. Turning abruptly he snatched the hammer up and began pounding at the crib again determined.

SOMA "YOU LITTLE CLOTHS THIEF"

Soul peered in the dryer looking for his favorite band shirt. He remembered putting it in the wash, so why wasn't it here?

Reaching a hand in the machinery Soul searched again one last time. And again he had come up empty. He made his way to Maka's room deciding to ask if she had known where he might have lost it. His tan knuckles beating against the door in inquisition, he asked, "Hey Maka, have you seen my-"

Door swinging open to reveal the item in question, on Maka Albarn herself, Soul smirked not surprised that she had finally stolen his band shirt. "Nevermind, nothing."

He'd let the clothes thief keep this one, this time.

TSUSTAR - A POSITIVE PREGNANCY TEST

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely positive."

"This is isn't some elaborate prank that Liz set up right?"

"No, Black*Star I told you already, I'm pregnant."

The assassin pointed to himself with a shaky finger, eyes wide with a question he already knew the answer to.

She gave an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes but smiling wide no less, "Yes, the child's yours, you're the only one I had s-"

Her words were cut off, letting out a squeal, as the ninja swooped her up, swing her around in a wide circle, grinning into the belly that was now carrying a child.

Not just any child, but their child.

SOULXMAKA- "COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS"

I tried, and failed miserably.

Maka came to the conclusion that basketball was actually a form a torture. And maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with her weapon.

It didn't help that Soul had picked the hottest day of the year to practice so he can beat Black*Star in some stupid bet. And it certainly wasn't beneficial that he dragged her to the courts while he pranced around in nothing but sweatpants that rode dangerously low on his hips.

Maka counted her blessings when he discarded the shirt long ago, only to come up empty with every flex of lean muscle and tan skin. If this continued for any longer she was sure she'd be in debt.

PROMPT- DESK'S CHAIR; SOMA

"I'm waiting Maka"

Soul's hand gripped Maka's thigh stilling her, daunting breath on her left thigh. Maka wracked her brain, dammit she knew this one, it was on the tip of her tongue. She scooted in the desk chair attempting to find contact with Soul's mouth again. But he was quick, removing his head from between her thighs. "Ah-ah-ah you've never cheated before Maka, why start now?"

Maka squeezed her eyes shut hoping to find the answer behind her eyelids. She'd do whatever it takes to feel his soft lips on her skin again.

"S-strigiformes?"

Peeking one eye open, she prayed to the gods that this was the right answer or so help her she would combust this very second.

Mouth nipping back her thighs, toes curling as he swirled his tongue, Maka sighed in relief.

Thank god for the owls.