I submit all of my one-shots here.

A story in which Maka and Soul learn about "grown up" things. It will be considered complete when I've decided they've grown up enough.

This is a collection of smutty little shorts. The latest, "Softness and Steel," is just a bit of Soul x Maka poetry.

Oneshot collection - newest: "I feel like I got hit by a car… Wait I did? And it was your car?" Prompt fill from Tumblr.

Sensation trickled back into her brain in pieces—first the thick ache of bruises along her leg, then the static feeling of her arm trapped under her, and the weight of a body sprawled on her back, pinning her down. (or: Maka wakes up underneath Soul on a couch and things progress from there)

Soul is a dirtbag burnout and no one is surprised, but they don't know why the nerd-girl valedictorian hangs around him. Regular high school AU. SoMa friendship and... things. Rated M for drug use, language, and THINGS to be safe. Ends on a lemony note. May possibly add some one-shots later, we'll see.

COMPLETE: A broken time turner shouldn't have sent me back so far. It was unprecedented. Stepping on it-smashing it-nothing should have happened. At most, I should have lost a week. At worst, I should have disappeared altogether. I shouldn't have traveled back fifty-two years; half a bloody century. This should not have happened. HG/TR.

If you've ever wanted to be neck-deep in the thoughts of a second-guessing weapon who is struggling with both a crush on his meister and all the gross, spontaneous romcom urges that come with it, look no further. For the SoulxMaka NSFW Week 2014 'birthday' prompt. Rated for awkward, over-thinking sexual content.

Tension's been rising in the Albarn-Eater household and that tension's gotta be let out somehow. Rated M for a reason, basically PWP.

His insides churned at the thought of it. Stay red, he thought to himself. Just stay red, please, for a little while longer.

OFFICE AU. Soul bought her this stapler. He said it reminded him of her, that prick.

Maka is fed up and frustrated. Soul has no idea what the heck is going on. Toss in a well meaning but short-sighted Black*Star, and it will be a wonder if this relationship ever gets off the ground.

Sharing a bed with her partner had long ago ceased to be an issue for Maka, but it was an entirely different matter when erections were involved, erections that were pressed against her butt. Just what she needed on top of a mission they seemed to be doomed to fail spectacularly.

It's strange not having Soul around, but they talk to each other every night. Soul/Maka, shameless phonesex PWP written for Zoms.