Karmagisa
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Dollface and the Psycho by Gaylordsenpai
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(A Karma x Nagisa fanfic) "Everything you know, is dead," Nagisa, lives in a world of PAIN. Living with a mentally sick mother, Nagisa has to put up with a life of child abuse. From being handcuffed and beaten, to force fed and stambed, Nagaisa is hopeless to his torments. Until... Nagisa's mother mets her doom. "Karma's a bitch," WARING: this story has bad grammar and misspelled words. I apologize for the inconvenience but it is all due to the fact I wrote this story on my phone. Thank you.
Nagisa Shiota X Karma Akabane [Do You Love Me Like I Do?] by StarryLight123
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Anime: Assassination Classroom Nickname: AssClass WARNING: This is a boy x boy Completed: 9/24/16 Sequel discontinued!
Beauty and the Demon by KarmasMaiWaifu
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Nagisa Shiota, a simple 16 year old teenage boy who happens to be known as the 'beauty' of Kunugigaoka city. He is a calm and collected teacher who finds himself outside of the library often. He was friends with a sadistic red-head from the very age of 1, they were always together until 11 years later, because Karma's parents were business people they had to move to another country - or at least that's what Karma said - they stayed in contact for 2 years. On his 14th birthday the last text he received from Karma was 'Happy birthday, Nagi-chan~'. Karma Akabane, a simple, rich 17 year old teen, or so you would think. He was friends with a sweet bluenette since the young age of 2. They were always together until a week after his 12th birthday his parents told him they were moving to America. Everyday he tried to convince them otherwise but they just wouldn't have it. Eventually they moved. That's what he told Nagisa. However, that was a lie. He kept contact for 2 years but on Nagisa's 14th birthday he texted him a small 'Happy birthday, Nagi-chan~' and then dropped contact with him. This was a collab with JesusMyLifeIsSad
Roses and Forget-Me-Nots (Karma x Nagisa) by Amari_Somah
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I present to you...... the college AU nobody asked for!!!! Enjoy reading many a chapters of my cute little bi boy Nagisa who's hopelessly in love with his best friend, roommate, and coworker Karma. Then theres beyond oblivious Karma who just enjoys killing people. After korosensei's death our two favourite Assassins go to college. Of course they spend their weekends as Assassins with Karasuma and Professor Bitch. Most of this book will be established kargisa but i promise there will be plenty of freinds to lovers. I'm sprinkling lot of fluffy (and maybe smutty idk yet) one shots for your enjoyment as well as some actual plots. Please enjoy! ❗️Warnings/disclaimer ❗️ Spoilers for Assassination Classroom (which i don't own) I've never read the manga so sorry if stuff doesn't add up I also don't know much about college Swearing Sensitive content Theres no depression/cutting/suicide but i think theres some abuse and other little things. I'll let you know at the beginning of the chap ❔ Info ❔ Completed Current words: 16 727 Each chap is average 1 000 words long
I am a killer by inserts_account_name
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Karma: Notorious for killing, and is wanted for a death sentence. Nagisa: a college student who's scholarship has been taken away because of a failing grades. When the two meet in an alleyway everything will change.
Sanguinary by DatBoiPanther
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The first time he saw it he was four years old, struggling to pry his mother's clawing fingers from their vice-grip on his wrist. He'd screamed and begged while she roared threats into his tear-streaked face, and then his voice choked in his throat when he saw those glimmering eyes lazily observing him from a shadowed corner. A forked tongue flicked out, the color of freshly-spilled blood. Thousands of staring eyes the same color as his. A dark stirring in his belly that made his mother seem less like a horribly invincible monster and more like foolish prey that had wandered too close. The ghost (demon?) disappeared once he'd blinked the stinging tears from his eyes, cringing at the way his mother's nails dug into already-scarred skin. That feeling the thing had sparked, though, insistently remained, quiet but ever-present, preying on the emotions he'd been forcing himself to swallow down ever since his father died. And it only got worse from there.