A/N: Who knew, ten years later I will be sucked back into one of my favourite pairings of all time and have now written a silly story about them? I re-watched and then read Soul Eater recently and fell in love all over again and before I knew it, the brainworms attacked. It is my first SE fanfic and I do apologise if it's a little OOC. Since I mainly write Miraculous Ladybug fics, I'm so used to writing Adrien/Chat Noir and Marinette/Ladybug so hardcore simping for one another, it was a bit of a challenge to write a pairing that's not so blatant with their romantic feelings.

But only a bit. Because Soul and Maka are basically the souls of Lovesquare so it's like cooking the same dish but with different seasonings and flavours. This fic has a few manga spoilers and references but if you haven't read it, it shouldn't matter since it doesn't affect this story too much.

I hope you enjoy!

"No one believes in me,

and there are times when I'm abject

Even so, your words

Will always echo in my heart"

PAPERMOON - Tommy Heavenly6

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The feel of a pair of familiar but fucking-annoying-as-hell eyes trying their best to pierce through his slouching body for the past ten minutes or so finally wore off Soul's patience, the newly formed Death Scythe now turning around to face the living breathing definition of a nuisance with a deadpanned expression and a raised brow.

Spirit Albarn continued to glare at the teen from behind the school corridor's wall, his face clearly as visible as daylight as he peeked over the structure whilst his fingers clawed the poor plastering of the side in a manner that gave his weapon form a run for its money (in fact, Soul could have sworn that the man's bony fingers were momentarily replaced with blades judging how they glinted under the light for a split second). It was like facing an oversized, ancient housecat that had an attitude with a stench ten times more potent than the poor toilet Black Star leaves behind after munching through a hundred bowls of spicy food.

Fucking disgusting.

"What do you want now." Soul strode towards the man with hands in his pockets and an expression that hid nothing of his blatant displeasure for the senior. "Can't a cool guy like me laze in peace?" As far as he was concerned, he did nothing wrong at all for the whole day (remarkably). It was break time for crying out loud and his Maka—

Ehem.

His Meister was busy studying her (cute) butt off at the library, looking for clues and ideas that would help them retrieve Crona from the diabolical Medusa Gorgon and beat up that damn Kishin Asura who was hiding fuck knows where, spreading his shitty madness all over the world and making their lives a million times more harder than it should be.

"Just because you've become a Death Scythe doesn't mean you're allowed to be all chummy and close with my precious, innocent, angelic, little Maka!" The redhead jumped out of his peeping space and stood tall, pointing a finger at the unamused teen and paying no mind to the few students around them who grimaced at their overzealous teacher. Just a typical day at Shibusen. "I will protect her from the likes of you! Mark my words, you filthy octopus-head!"

Usually, Soul would have rolled his eyes and either walked off without a word or thrown the insults back at the stupid father till the man was crying out his daughter's name pathetically on the floor where he belonged. However, the ruby-eyed teen was just completely exhausted and tired from having to deal with all these dangerous missions, dealing with Black Star's and Kid's dramatics, dealing with HOMEWORK of all things and even dealing with his stubborn Maka— Meister from constantly squirming and being a bit of a brat every time he patches her up after said dangerous missions and just so much more.

He has had enough.

So he decided to finish off Maka's clown-of-a-father with the killing blow.

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"Jokes on you." Soul looked Spirit dead in the eye, only a metre of distance between them and the younger of the duo tilted his head ever so slightly to the side like a possessed doll. "We got married last year and she's pregnant with our fourteenth child." His voice was void of any emotions and his blood-red eyes looked frankly demonic under his silvery white, messy hair.

Spirit choked.

"H-H-HUH!?" All the blood drained from the elder Death Scythe's complexion. "Impossible...IMPOSSIBLE! My darling Maka would never—"

"—And all fourteen of our children think that I'm the coolest Death Scythe in the world and then they will become an army of papa-killers that you wish you could see and they're also soooooooo cool that they don't even know that your useless ass even exists—"

"—You're lying! LYING—"

"—Oh and our eldest child is getting married next week and you're NOT invited—"

"LIAR! LIAR! PANTS ON FIRE—"

"—And other than our children, Maka loves meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the most. Not you." The sound of Spirit's wailings and tsunami of tears was practically music to Soul's ears, a victorious, crooked grin now etched on his face as he sadistically watched the senior throw the umpteenth embarrassing tantrum of all time, not even using what little brain cells he had left to realise that...it would be physically impossible for his fifteen-year-old daughter to give birth to fourteen children in a span of a year. She wasn't even old enough to adopt.

Maka and Soul weren't even old enough to get married.

(Yet).

"NOooOOoOOOoOOOO! MY PRECIOUS MAKAAAA! HOW COULD YOU KEEP PAPA'S GRANDBABIES AWAY FROM HIM! UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! MAKAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Hopefully, Soul will finally, finally be left alone—

THUMP.

A firm but gentle hand lightly chopped the top of his head and Soul didn't even have to look to know that (the love of his life) his partner had made her appearance. Donned in their Spartoi uniform, Maka eyed him with unamused greens and a downright adorable baby pink blush that tickled the apples of her cheeks and he mildly noted that despite having a book in her hand, she didn't use it to crack his skull in half. She's been a lot more gentle with her scolding towards him for quite a while now that he thinks about it...

"Get up. You're making a scene." She toed her father's limp form on the ground with the tip of her shoe, her look of disgust lightly flavoured with some fondness for the man. In an instant, the redhead scrambled to his knees, as if he couldn't believe that she was here and then clasped her hands with his, snot and tears staining his tomato-red face which instantly made Maka regret coming here in the first place.

"Makaaaaa! Please tell Papa that it's not true! PLEASE! Tell me you didn't go marry Octopus-head and had my grandchildren without telling meeeeee!" He paid no mind to the way his daughter tried her best to keep as much distance away between them as possible, her hands still firmly captured by his sweaty pair and all traces of endearment now vanished from her face. Soul braced himself for the inevitable 'Maka-Chop' against his head for setting off her father by making him believe that their partnership was more intimate than all of the redhead's nightmares combined, internally writing his will and wishing that he got to hold his partner's hand one last time before she killed him—

"What kind of a father forgets that his daughter has been married for the past year with her partner? Ridiculous." With that said and done, Maka easily slipped her hands out of her astounded father's grasp, the redhead now completely frozen in stupor and she took the opportunity to grab her partner's sleeve so that they could scurry away. She purposely made sure not to make eye contact with the baffled but compliant Soul and walked in front of him so that he didn't get the chance to see her beet-red face.

With the inevitable thump of Spirit's semi-deceased body against the hallway's floor and the pair now somewhere a little quieter and devoid of any other people, Soul snapped back to reality, regained his ability to move his body with his will again and immediately stepped in front of his partner.

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She was still so red in the face.

Oh, Shinigami-Sama...

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He wanted to kiss her stupidly cute face.

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"M-Married?" His voice cracked in the most uncool way possible and he would have mentally berated himself for it had he not been so flabbergasted. His hands were firm on her tiny shoulders and he had to bend down a little to meet her face. "Married...?" He repeated again softly, now getting a glimpse of her flustered greens shadowed by her soft, neat hair. An inkling of hope grew in his chest with the possibility of his long-time romantic feelings being not so one-sided after all and this time, he didn't squash it down in fear of her perceiving it with her soul.

"Achieving soul resonance is a bit like marriage...don't you think? So technically, I'm not wrong..." Maka mumbled, averting her eyes once more with pursed (but oh so kissable) lips, trying her everything to not cover her traitorous red face with her hands and hide in a room. Luckily for her, despite his sharp tongue, laidback personality and teasing tendencies, her partner also knew when to be sweet and soft, evident in the way he grazed the swell of her cheek with the back of his knuckles to regain her eyes back on him.

She was met with soothing pools of red that soaked her in with unconditional love and devotion and a smile that looked ready to wax poetry and kiss her insecurities away.

And then it was instantly replaced with a twinkle of mischief and a shameless, shit-eating grin that would have given the little Oni in the black room a run for its fucking money.

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"Would have been nice to have known that I was your husband all this time~" He purred with way too much sin and it caused her heart to skyrocket and leave her chest, leaving behind one frazzled Maka that bloomed a beautiful red with a shade so powerful, it almost matched his eyes. "My wife is suuuuuch a tease~! Not very cooooooooool~!"

"SOUL!? I was just trying to get Papa off your back! STOP ACTING SO SMUG!" She was a wonderful, adorable, strong, badass, cute bundle of flustered energy and all that Soul could feel was how his mind had pretty much ascended to cloud nine (and savouring the fact of how his partner held his heart and soul to her chest just as tenderly and lovingly as he did).

"I believe our kids should finally see their granddad so they know the meaning of patheticness~!"

"WE HAVE NO KIDS!"

"Too much stress isn't good for you, my dear wife~! Think about our baby in your tummy—"

"MAKAAAAA-CHOPPPPPP!"

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"Worth it..." Soul groaned against the floor with a killer headache as his (wife) Meister stomped off with literal steam seeping out of her ears and a complexion that should be the new definition of red. Oh well. He could easily make it up to her by cooking her favourite meals, watching her favourite films with her, allowing her to play with his hair as he rested his head on her lap and maybe...

A ring on her finger.

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A/N: :) Let me know what you think in the comments! Thank you for reading!