CometsRiseWithFlame

| | × | | × | | × | | ＡＳＳＡＳＳＩＮＡＴＩＯＮ ＣＬＡＳＳＲＯＯＭ ａｋａｂａｎｅ - ｋａｒｍａ 'Kisses from cotton candy lips, with a bittersweet symphony swaying my desires.' —Zeixisa | | × | | × | | × | | Pressing her hand to the glass window, her [e/c] orbs scanned out the layout of the outside world with her lips forcefully pulled back into a tight elastic smile. All she could see was the grass frost

caught. | karma akabane x reader WARNING: There's a little bit of lime and I guess mature content? I don't really know. I don't know if I got Karma's character right so forgive me if he seems OOC. Hope you enjoy it. It's my first one here in DeviantArt :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   You never thought you would end up like this, less with him. It wasn't what you expected when you entered Kunugigaoka Junior High School, in fact, it was the complete opposite.   In you first year, you would always watch the figh

R14 lol xD. Note: The story begins in the middle of Karma and Reader’s second year at Kunugigaoka (we’ll assume that Karma and Nagisa have drifted apart by now). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hey, Karma, today is the last day I’m going to have lunch with you.” You announced rather casually while absentmindedly chewing on a spring roll. “Maybe you should make up with Nagisa-kun so you won’t have to sit alone.” “Hm?” Karma scrutinized you with a questioning gaze. “Oh, you haven&

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Kiss him goodbye at the door, and leave him wanting more..” How to be a heartbreaker - Marina and The Diamonds Or in this case… Her? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Four days had passed since the little ‘incident’ with Akabane Karma, and it was finally Monday. The day you could finally start with the assassinations along with everyone in E Class. Making your way through the school, you bid your old classroom farewell as you headed into the woods to your new one, but for some reason, the school grounds were completely isolated. You just shrugged it o

Warning: Cursing "See you tomorrow, Koro-sensei!" "See you all tomorrow, students. Now, I shall go get some delicious crocodile bread from Indonesia…" (Y/n) smiled as she saw her teacher flew at his Mach 20 speed. Koro-sensei was really strong, yet he used his powers only for simple things such as getting snacks from other country. Could she really kill him before graduation? "Hey, (y/n), let's go. Everyone's left already." "Oh, okay." Karma offered his hand which (y/n) took immediately. Hand-in-hand, they started walking down the mountain where their class was. It was always like that; whenever they got the chance, they would go

"Sean McLoughlin!" you laughed. "That's my sweater!" Jack chuckled and jumped away as you lunged for the jacket he held. "No, you wear no sweaters!" he said. "It's freezing! Do you want me to freeze to death?" Jack shrugged. You looked around, spotting one of Jack's humongously oversized jackets before taking it and throwing it easily over your head. "Oi, not fair!" Jack said. "I call foul, that's mine!" You laughed, pulling the hood over your head and twirling. The jacket was way too big, obviously, but at this point, Jack was laughing at you. "Can we please play some games now?" you laughed. Jack nodded, still laughing. You pushed him as yo

             The soft rays of the setting sun spread in the classroom, the pungent smell of rubbing alcohol filling your nostrils, and the low hisses escaping your slightly wounded boyfriend's lips entering your ears. Your fingers would tenderly clean the several small wounds on his face, a worried look adorning your features. You knew deep down that the cuts on his face were not ultimately dangerous, but seeing the blood made you freak out a bit. Maybe more than a bit. "How many times do I have to say it to convince you to get sports glasses, Tsukki? What I've feared actually happened," you sighed, fumbling through the first-aid kit for mor

Optional: listen to this while reading. ~**~**~            The elegant music. The calming lights. The delightful gateaus placed on the tables. The love gazes exchanged between the couples on the dance floor. The way everyone was dressed like royalty. The atmosphere was perfect.               The excellently-tailored suit he wore. The way his raven-black hair was kept in great shape. The identifiable smell of his strong perfume. The usual stoic and important vibe he gave off.  He was perfect.               The dashing [F/C] dress that hugged your figure. The confidence that was spoken by your every move. The way your hair was beautifull

I don't even know how did I do that. I just gave Jean relationship advice, and he was amazed at how brilliant of an advice it was. Seriously? I can't even go tell the guy I'm in love with that I like him, yet I can give great relationship advice, apparently. I guess if he didn't look like he's about to commit genocide 99% of the time, it would've been easier because it'll be less likely that he'll reject me. Also if he wasn't the Captain of the freaking Survey Corps. And if I wasn't a lame cadet who scribbles in her journal about useless stuff instead of focusing on training or duties. I had to like Captain Levi, right? Why couldn't I just se

The tiny flames flickered and danced at the center of the table, casting little shadows along the walls of the dimly lit cafe. Delicate whispers from lovers, too infatuated with one another’s company settled within the atmosphere. Soft piano music drowned the attendants in the sentimental ambience, and a collage of aromas of the dishes being served caused every mouth to water. This pretty, little place...was completely the opposite of the man sitting before you. Levi ducked his head into the menu, as if to hide his shame from you. It was your birthday, but you were expecting to go through the day with well wishes from your friends and