AN: Here's a bunch of stuff I've collected from my Tumblr (TsarOdat)

Sunscreen was a request by Eis

Rose was a request by Twin-Lupus aka Fabulousanima

Snail Shell was a request by Chaoticlivi

Lost Hands [Sad Eater] is simply a drabble that I kind of regret...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this collection of little drabbles.

Sunscreen

"Why do you SUCK at this!?"

"Oh leave me alone!"

"Maka, get back here, you're going to burn!"

Normally Soul could manage to ambush her while she was reading and slather his meister in sunscreen but she'd avoided him and was running around the beach. "Seriously, Maka! You're going to bitch about being sunburnt later!"

She was giggling and zigzagging in the sand, jumped over Liz, hid behind Tsubaki for a moment to catch her breath and laugh while he tried to untangle himself from where he'd fallen into Patty's pool noodle collection, and finally vaulted over Black*Star when Soul got himself free. She ran for the water line with him hot on her heels.

"Can't catch me!" Maka sang and then shrieked when she looked over her shoulder to see how close he was behind her. She tried to veer away from him and the oncoming wave, but the wave hit the sand and Soul finally tackled her into the water with a triumphant shout. His hands were warm on her skin as he held her to him and Maka's hair was everywhere. She came up sputtering and then laughed at how absurd Soul looked with his white bangs plastered to his forehead.

"Caught ya." Soul said with a grin. Maka rolled her eyes and pushed his bangs back until she could see his face. "Hi."

"Hi." She returned and reached up to kiss him gently. He tasted like salt and sun and the chocolate ice cream he'd had earlier. They floated lazily in the water, smiling and kissing until Soul remembered why he'd been chasing her in the first place.

"Time for sunscreen." He kissed her already pink nose when she groaned.

Rose

"I should start a rose garden!"

Soul looked up from where he'd buried himself in the couch, Maka was standing in front of the living room window and he could feel her over active imagination whirring at maximum warp.

"It's not big enough." He groaned.

"Hush! I'm thinking around that!"

Soul shook his head and muttered, "I can tell."

"No! Really! It'll be lovely! I can get a few potted rose bushes, and then a window box, but wait the air conditioning unit goes there, well maybe a table? No, they really wouldn't like having cold air blown on them all the time. Well maybe to the side? Or I could-"

"Maka! I will buy you some roses if you shut up and just come nap with me!" Soul glared halfheartedly at her.

"Really Soul? You never buy me flowers." Cocking her head to the side, Maka watched as he began to blush.

"Just. Ah fuck. Just come nap, we'll get you some roses next time we're out."

She cocked her head to the other side, "Promise?"

Soul held out his arms and scowled. "Promise. Now just lie the fuck down with me." Maka grinned and walked into his arms while wrapping her own around his shoulders.

Snail Shell

It was a large picture of a snail shell.

"And this is why I hate modern art!" Soul whispered yelled at her, gesturing wildly with his hands at the brown canvas. His mother had taken him and Wes to many museums when he was younger and he'd been shushed so many times that it had become a habit he could not seem to break. Maka thought it was cute.

"You prefer classical art?" She was genuinely curious as to why her Weapon was so upset about the snail shell, though he'd been slouching over more and more as they would through the museum.

Soul scoffed and made an ugly face at the painting. It was truly horrendous, poorly painted, terrible composition, and a shit color scheme, literally! "I like some of the modern stuff, the dude who threw paint-"

"Pollock."

"Yeah, him, I like him and yeah the dude who wanted to be a sculptor but he kept being told to paint shit-"

"Michelangelo."

"Thanks nerd, him, his sculptures are ridiculous. Art's cool, good art at least." He turned his back to the snail shell, "Can we leave now? Our train's in like an hour."

Maka giggled and reached for Soul's hand, he'd indulged her desire to visit the museum even if it made him scowl. "Yeah, we'll get some food too."

"Fuck yeah!" His whisper shout made her giggle and squeeze his hand affectionately.

Lost Hands [sad eater]

Her fingers are strong, her hands are strong, her wrists are weak.

He's caught her staring at her hands a few times, watching how they don't move until they start to tremble. Her fingers are strong, her hands are strong, her wrists are weak. He can easily wrap his thumb and forefinger around her wrist, she's been wearing braces on their off days to try and hold herself together. Along with scars and tan lines from her gloves, she's got small freckles on her knuckles that he tries to kiss before she jerks her hand away.

Maka's been tearing at her nails until she rips at the skin and they bleed. She doesn't bother painting her nails, not even for fun, anymore. Soul doesn't say anything, just tries to get bandaids on the tips of her fingers before she can pull anymore skin away. He's quiet about a lot of things these days, but then again, she is too.

She brushes him off when she drops the glass of milk, won't even let him help clean it up or pick up the pieces of glass. Neither of them can ignore it when she drops him. It happens on the training field, no one else notices other than Stein who always notices, and he's transformed before she can even reach to pick him up. Her jaw is set, eyes on her hands, horrified as they shake uncontrollably.

"I can't feel them." She says. He barely hears her. But Soul always hears Maka. He tries not to shake as he takes her hands in his. "I can't feel you." She says. He wishes he hadn't heard her. "It hurts."

"We'll get this looked at. You'll be fine." He sounds so much calmer than he is. They've been through worse, so why does this feel like the end? Stein wanders over through the other practicing pairs, Soul looks up at him, he's lost.

Maka Evans is forced to retire at the age of twenty-two because of nerve damage and severe carpal tunnel in both wrists. Deathscythe Soul "Eater" Evans is reassigned. She hangs her head, resigned and tired. Desk work, teaching, and coordination between the braches awaits her, missions will now involve recruitment and politics instead of fighting.

Soul is concerned, then furious, and then he is heartbroken. Maka can see it in her husband's eyes, can see it in the way he holds her hands because she can't feel his fingers on hers, she watches as it slowly over takes him. He does not pity her, he pities them and he misses her even when she's sitting across from him at their kitchen table.

She'd taken her ring off for a doctor's appointment and forgot to put it back on until Soul asked her where it was.

Its two years later when Soul is recovered in critical condition from a witch lair after being missing for a month that he is officially retired. Stripped of his title and missing an arm he looks at her his first night back and whispers "We always were better when we were together." Maka cries for the first time since she dropped him.

They go and buy him a new wedding ring the next day and even though it's on his right hand it finally hits Maka just how much it means to them. They are better when they're together.

Maka sits to his left on the piano while he taps out a bass line, "Teach me to play the melody."

They're whole when they're together.