Akiko has been blind for as long as she can remember, but does not view it as a handicap. Accompanied by her seeing-eye dog, Tobi, she goes through life just as any other person. However, when forced to live with her aunt and cousins after a death in the family, her whole life is turned around when she travels through the well by chance. And it is there she meets a certain demon and a past life Akiko was believed to have had. ©2016-2018 Madness Publishing The only thing I own is the character Akiko, along with other additional characters, and the dialogue added in spots. Everything else belongs to the original author of 'Inuyasha'.

Alex has worked for an old woman at her antique shop for years. Her 19th birthday is right around the corner and as a gift the old woman gives her a beautiful fang necklace, but it's more then that. What has she gotten herself into, or should one say what time has she gotten herself into. COVER BY TheInfinityOfMaybe

Aziraphale and Crowley were never supposed to be friends. Never supposed to enjoy each other's company or seek each other out in a crowd or go to dinner or spend time together. And they definitely weren't supposed to fall in love. But they have and it's taken the whole entire world (as well as Heaven and Hell) by storm.

That was no way to think, just because a stupid ex-nun misinterpreted a blamelessly hostile situation. That way lay madness. That way lay an angel with disapprovingly pursed lips and pitying pale eyes and "My dear boy, I'm so *very* sorry, but..." and Armageddon would come as a relief after that, really.

Good Omens. Crowley and Aziraphale pose as husbands for a house party, because Aziraphale is bad at saying no (to anyone but Crowley and anyone trying to buy books). Crowley thinks this is a good chance to prove himself the perfect potential demon husband to a fussy angel. But things get complicated fast. Really complicated. A lot of pining, a lot of shopping and restaurants and party games, some near misses, but no sex until chapter 24 (and all of 25).

Crowley and Aziraphale go through what is most likely their most daring, life-risking, but nice and accurate adventure. But is trouble the only thing that's brewing?

Crowley has a secret, something he can barely admit to himself: he is in love with Jenna Kingsley, an American woman who doesn't even know he exists. What happens when she befriends Aziraphale and he introduces her to his demonic best friend? Embarrassment, catatonia and profuse sweating (obviously), but also the chance for Crowley to form a real relationship with her, something he's fantasized about for three years. Additionally, he has the opportunity to learn more about her, as does Jenna herself, who didn't know she could heal wounds or sense lies until interacting with angels and demons. Can Aziraphale and Crowley protect her from Heaven and Hell's curiosity, judgement and wrath upon discovering who (or rather what) she is? Set present-day, post-Apocalmost

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Aziraphale would forgive him, of course. He always did. That had always been the Hell of it. It had been stupid to think things would be any different this time. It was a game they had been playing a long, long time, and he was all kinds of fool and idiot if he was going to suddenly start taking it seriously, even if only a few days ago he had thought Aziraphale was dead. Our side. It would be nice, really nice, if there was an *our side.* To be honest with himself, there was nothing in all the universe he wanted more. "I'll pick you up at eight," he repeated to the closed door, and headed back to the flat to take it out on the plants.

"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.