"Is that all you want in life in return for your soul? Retribution?" There's no hesitation in her answer and he wonders when he'd missed that bloodthirsty glint in her eyes. "That, and so much more." —He teaches her how to aim a gun. She has no problem teaching herself to pull the trigger. Max is a mage with an agenda and Fang's the punishment for all her past sins. AU

"We're beautiful," she tells him as they watch the first rays of dawn chase away the night, "it's the world that is ugly." —The black, white, and the in-between. Mostly preTAE.

They paint because it is in their blood and they bleed colors —when two artists fall in love. AH, Street art AU. Retitled.

This is what I know: He will not come back. My mother used to warn me, beware of boys who live under stage lights, guitar solos, and the fame that comes with it. On my right wrist, there are the scripted words: love is no journey. On the left: it ends when it begins. —A move, a dream, a city with too many flashing lights. AH. PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN.

It doesn't have to be love —or that's what they say, anyway. AH M/F

One day, you're going to find something beautiful. And then you're going to lose it — Fang's attempt at redemption. PostNevermore M/F

He doesn't exactly know when he stops loving her. She doesn't exactly remember how she loses him. But both questions are irrelevant now, in the face of silver wedding bells. AH M/F.

She stands tall and strong, overlooking the canyon, and she holds it in. Because only the weak cry. Pre TAE. M/F.

He is the space in the cracks that hold everything together in her beautifully broken world. M/F.