𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢 ; she beckons them to come closer with every malicious intent with that frosted smile of hers. wanting them to kiss those pomegranate lips that has made thousands of devils sigh under their breath, and savor the sweet darkness and bitter war that makes men weak in the knees and grovel under her feet. ━━━ 𝕴𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍, Akashi Ai stumbles upon a village of sunshine and lies with a cruel fate breathing under her neck. This is the narrative about a woman who burned down half the world in her wrathful flames. ➥ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ© ᴄʜɪꜱᴀᴛᴏ-ʜɪᴍᴇ ⸺ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ

Eli didn't think much about the city's newest so-called hero, but he supposed Vigilante wasn't all that bad. Granted, he was kind of a jerk and if he ever tried to kiss Eli again he was definitely getting punched. A story about a starving college student, making a living serving coffee and the local vigilante with a crush. - - - - - - - - - Highest rank #1 in Action, Wattys 2016 winner in the Trailblazers category! Featured 6/3/2016-7/23/2017

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.