"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.

(Y/n) was a still somewhat of a new student in E Class. But, she ignored the fact that she would get bullied about being in that class. She always dreamed of being an artist, cartoons or not, it was always her dream. But, being in E Class is tough than she thought, along with killing her teacher. Soon enough, a red haired boy named Karma comes back in..making it a bit harder for (Y/n) to focus onto both killing her teacher and her dream. With that, her past comes in to bite her..

(Karma Akabane x Reader) You and Karma have a lot of history, due to being childhood friends and everything. The two of you have been so close for so long you guys were practically inseparable. After getting cheated on by a boy you were in love with, you ended up feeling completely heartbroken. Luckily for you, Karma was right there next to you, trying to make you feel happy and loved again.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 -𝘙𝘪𝘣𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦

"Am I an assassin?" "Yeah" ©︎-peiskos 2016 Highest rank: #669 in Fanfiction // this book is... very cringy.. JDGDM THE ONLY THING THATS GOOD IS THE COVER LMAOOO go check out my newer works instead!