"Aziraphale debated internally a bit, but curling his arm up around Crowley's shoulder really was more comfortable. He knew he was being silly. He knew a dance was nothing and if it made Crowley happy after his feelings had apparently been hurt it wasn't much to ask, but-it was the demon. He had the literally infernal talent to make even the simplest, least dubious things feel like a temptation. Aziraphale knew it was Crowley's nature, and not strictly saying his fault, but it did sometimes make things feel *complicated*." Biarritz, South of France, 1921. Aziraphale stumbles on Crowley apparently working the hotels and casinos as a gigolo. At least, that's where it begins.

"Mnngh... haa~" Pavitr muffled his moans with the back of his hand, clenching his eyes closed. Desperately replaying his words in his head, trying to remember what sentence got him like this in the first place. ............................................. What will Pavtir do with his feelings for his friend and main teammate?🤭

In which the spider-gang (Hobie, Pavitr, Miles & Gwen) decide to attend the same collage in the same universe. Hobie is a band and attracts a bunch of people but what will he do when he realises he's attracted someone that's not a fan, instead it's someone way closer to him. I do not own any of the characters or art in this story!!