"Can't you do something? You read medical textbooks," the ailing weapon said. "No! We have to go to the hospital," Stein said as his chest constricted in fear, his heart still racing. Spirit shook his head firmly to the negative. Stein withdrew his hand, balled it into a fist at his side along with his other. "Idiot," he said before stalking out of the room.

The Kishin remains trapped beneath the school, Medusa presumed dead, and the DWMA believed victorious. But one victory means little in the grand scheme. There are other witches and demons to fight, other problems to solve, and groups to put down, and the DWMA is left tumbling into a greater conspiracy with an enemy they thought long dead.

"No! Don't leave me! Soul!" screamed Maka. "Don't leave me! I-I need you!" "Maka...You have to let him go. He's going to a better place," I gently said as I watched her shaking figure fall to the ground.  That was only a few days ago, her losing her partner and bestfriend. They had worked together non stop after they became partners. Nothing could tear them apart...

After Black*Star and Kid goes on an adventure to find the great Excalibur, Soul can't help but wonder why Maka is not interested in a weapon that is so much better than him.

This is a parody of the anime ending of Soul Eater. Every chapter will contain new ways to defeat Asura. Enjoy!

Arya still doesn't know why she keeps bouncing around from anime to anime, but she won't let that stop her from learning how. Luckily, the DWMA is there with an exceptionally large library to help her find the truth. Unluckily, the materials she needs are only accessible to "Death Scythes and certain high-ranking meisters," both of which she is not. But she can fix that...right?

Cursed and in a comatose state Maka is forced to relive her memories on a loop. Soul goes in wanting to-no, needing to save her, and comes out knowing the true strength of a memory. Fluff and lots of Anxt. SoulXMaka and light BlackstarXTsubaki.

High school is a tough time for everyone, and the students of Death City High School are no exception. Some things in life would be so much easier with plastic hearts... Oh no, not another high school AU! SoMa, TsuStar, Kirona, some KidLiz, some PattyKilik

Spirit wanted to be angry. He wanted to tell Stein that it was none of his business what he did with any girls. But he knew that couldn't really be what was bothering his young friend. "Stein. It's okay, I promise you. They're okay with it. There's nothing wrong with any of it..." Stein tensed further, and Spirit frowned quizzically. "Why do you care, anyway?"

"Stein!" Spirit cried in protest, his voice rising in pitch. "Don't breathe." Spirit blinked, the harsh but monotone directive confusing his train of thought. "What?" he asked, but held his breath nonetheless. "They melt too fast if you breathe."

In which Maka and Soul succeed in making Soul into a Death Scythe on their first try, but the road ahead of them is still full of challenges.

Stein slowly stepped out from behind Lord Death to find the source of the stammering voice, and it stopped abruptly as the boy laid eyes on him. And likewise, almost immediately, the sight before him stole his breath away. "Ah, well. I suppose there's no time like the present. Spirit, this is your new partner, Franken Stein."

Maka Albarn confronts a witch in the middle of the night. When she wakes up, she realises she's been turned into a cat. She needs to find a way to turn back into her old self. Communication is a problem. Soul's hair can't get any whiter. (Originally uploaded to AO3)

"Entertaining madness. It's the ultimate crime." "What? But I... I didn't—" "Evil desires entered your mind. And you, a death weapon. There's no coming back from that." "It wasn't my fault! I would never...I wouldn't act on those things!" "Idle thoughts and mindless errors are as criminal as deliberate intent." "But that's not true! You don't believe that!" "What matters is you do.

Bubbly and fun, that's just how we like it!

"I'm sorry." "...What?" The words had fallen thoughtlessly from Spirit's lips, and despite how he was holding back he could feel the tension in Stein's soul rise in response. It wasn't enough. He wasn't sure anything could ever be enough to mend their years of separation; of silence, misunderstandings, and rejection that was ultimately unfounded.

Perfectly symmetrical...just as it should be.

Strange little creature...sing me your song!

Let the vector arrows fly!

A tragic pawn controlled by a sly snake...

Kid doesn't want to doubt his father, but after the Kishen's release Kid can't help but wonder if there's other things Lord Death is hiding. With help from Chrona, the two uncover what dark secrets pitted Shinigami and witches against one another. Can their budding relationship survive the growing madness that threatens the world? Kid/Fem!Chrona (2020 Edit).

*FIXED FORMATING* A dump for any written work in the Soul Eater Post "world" (You figure out the "canon" if there is any) - also give me props for the pun

Soul bit the inside of his cheek. Despite having faced and ultimately helping Maka win against the kishin, there was still madness in the world, and he couldn't forget his duty just because they'd been victorious once. His own problems were nothing in comparison to his responsibilities. "She doesn't love you because you're close to becoming a death weapon, you know." "...What?"

It was probably a futile effort to begin with. There wasn't any type of psychology Stein could use to make his weapon understand his desire without giving away too much, and he was certain beyond a doubt that Spirit Albarn had never entertained the idea of kissing a boy. But Stein's thoughts slowed at the nervous resignation on his weapon's face. "You want to try it, don't you."

For Aimi, her only reason for joining the DWMA was to earn money and support her partner and herself. Though she would admit competing against her fellow Meisters to make the next Death Scythe was pretty entertaining. Sure, they were risking their lives every day, but their commissions were never on the extremely dangerous side. Or at least, that's what she first believed.