I swear, I swear, I swear, I am NOT putting off Be My Light… I just have a really really really really bad case of TMI writer's block. However, I have no problem writing Fax as well as Maximum ride, which is how I ended up here.

So those of you who don't know me, hi, I'm celestialwhisperer. I write stories for The Mortal Instruments, Fairy Tail (it's an anime), and now Maximum Ride, which I am SUPER DUPER excited about.

So this fanfic will consist of drabbles and oneshots, revolving around Fax. These will mostly be narrated in third person and maybe Fang and Max on some occasions.

I do like to get feed back from the people who read my fan fictions, so don't be afraid to criticize in the reviews. Also leave some topics/prompts you would like to see in the upcoming installments of this fanfic.

Facial Features

Fang watched as Max sat at her desk, hunched over a sheet of paper in front of her. After a few minutes of watching a black storm cloud of frustration form over her head, Fang got up from his too comfortable seat on the couch to join Max.

"What are you doing?" he asked her, truly curious.

Fang watched as Max began to speak animately, using her hands to describe what she was talking about. He studied her eyes, how mixed in with the chocolate colored brown were little specks of gold, which seemed to shine when she laughed. His eyes moved down her face to her nose.

Fang always found it cute when Max's nose scrunched up in concentration whenever she was thinking hard about something. He loved how her nose seemed to fit perfectly next to his when they kissed, and how it would turn a light pink color when he made her blush. His eyes moved slightly lower, resting on her lips.

Oh, how Fang loved Max's lips. They were plump and got slightly swollen after he kissed them. He loved their perfect color, a light pinkish-reddish.

Fang was torn from his thoughts when a certain someone's hand waved in front of his face.

"Hellllllooooooo? Earth to Fang!" Max exclaimed, exasperated. "Did you hear anything I said?"

Fang racked his brain for anything he heard while analyzing her face, but came up with nothing.

"Sorry, I was distracted."

"Distracted by what?"

"Your beautiful face."

Max blushed.

Routine (slight AU)

Before Fang started to date Max and they got serious and moved in with each other, his morning routine was fairly simple: get up, brush teeth, shower, get dressed, eat a protein bar for breakfast, go to work.

After he got serious with Max, his routine went like this: be woken up by Max (she was an early riser), wait for Max to get out of the bathroom so he could get ready, brush teeth, kiss Max now that he didn't have morning breath, shower, kiss Max again, try to avoid eating some of Max's horrid cooking, end up eating it anyway because Max threw out all of the protein bars, try not to be sick, got to work.

Fang wouldn't have it any other way.

Cooking Lesson

"Okay." Fang said, gathering all the patience he could. "Welcome to the first day of Fang's Cooking School. Lesson One: mashed potatoes."

Max watched attentively as Fang poured the mashed potato mix into a pot and begin to fill it with water. She noted that he mixed the two items together at a slow, even, pace. In the end, Fang ended up with delicious mashed potatoes.

Max reached to take a bite, when suddenly, her hand was batted away.

"Ah-ah-ah! It's your turn to make some." Fang said.

Max opened up the mashed potato mix and poured it into a pot, a long with some water.

"Max!" Fang exclaimed. "That's too much water!"

Max smiled sheepishly and began to stir slowly. A couple minutes later, Max presented Fang with a burnt, green, mushy glob in the pot.

Fang covered his eyes with his hand. "Class dismissed. Forever."

Prom Night

Max twirled around, looking at herself in her mirror. She admired her dress from each angle, secretly thanking Nudge for convincing her to go dress shopping with her.

Max's dress was a light aqua-blueish color, that got darker towards the bottom. It hugged her waist and flared out at the bottom, accentuating the curve of her waist.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in large curls, showing off her light blonde highlights. She wore no jewelry, except for the pearl bracelet Fang had gotten her for her most recent birthday.

She studied herself in the mirror some more, getting lost in her thoughts. Do I look good? The brain makes you look five times more good-looking than you really are… Does this color look good on me? Should I have done something else with my hair? What if Fang doesn't like it? What if Fang doesn't like ME? What if he is just taking me to prom as a friend, nothing more?

Max was broken out of her thoughts by a knock at her door.

When she opened it, she saw Fang, her Fang, in a dashing traditional black tux, looking quite uncomfortable.

When he spotted Max, Fang's face immediately lit up. As he took the sight of her in, she did the same.

Though Fang was wearing a traditional suit, there were traces of Fang's personal touches here and there. He didn't sport a tie, and he left a couple of buttons unbuttoned. Not enough to be scandalous, but enough o look a bit more casual.

"Wow Max." Fang gasped. "You look… beautiful."

"You don't look so bad yourself." Max replied casually.

She held her arm out. "Shall we?" she asked.

He looped his arm though hers. "We shall."

WOOOOOOOO! First chapter, IS DONE! To be honest, I am so excited to continue adding to this fix because… well I have no idea. BUT I AM PUMPED! Okay my stars, don't forget to follow, favorite, and review! Also don't forget to leave me some topics/prompts you would like to see in upcoming chapters! Catch ya later!