His heroes crack and fade, revealing monsters behind smiling faces and demons with open arms. Onesided Stanton x Lambert.

Zoe Reese is the last of her friends to make her choice, but why does she have to be so alone? The pain and fear of lonliness is too much to handle. What else is there to choose on such a black night? Oneshot.

There were other, newer Followers, ones who flaunted their allegiance to evil: they liked guns, kinves, and fists. So, what happens when the Daughters have a little runin with them? [WARNING:Character Death & Suicide]

He saw it, you know, in his last moment. He saw what you had wanted him to see. Tymmie saw the moon, and for that one precious second, he held it in his damned fingers. Dark fic.

It’s a sad day when a man discovers death to be a more comforting prospect than clean living. Malcolm drabble.

When his eyes met hers, that was the day it all went wrong. Lambert x Aura.

Cassandra walked in the rain toward MacArthur Park. All she had to do was wait for the storm to clear. If only the storm would clear in her mind. This is Cassandra's story.

Over time, Tymmie and Cassandra both realize it isn't always about being the second choice. Tymmie x Cassandra. Finished.

When he was little, he did always enjoy fairy tales. Stanton centric. No pairings.

a poem about the life of a newly initiated Follower. an invitus of course. how do you deal? r&r please!

Zahi tries to have a normal conversation, but alas! He can only speak in sexy catch phrases! What happens when he runs into a certain Prince of the Night? Lighthearted Zahi x Stanton and not meant to be taken seriously.

Murray has had it. He’s tired of being overlooked and generally ignored. So what’s an aspiring, angstridden Follower to do? Why, brood and write in a diary of course!

Wonder what bad guys do when they're not... being bad? Heres your window into the world of private parties, promotions, and forbidden love And we dont mean the S&S kind. But of course theres that too

Lambert is an old, crotchety meaniehead who hates Christmas! Can the spirits of Christmas Past, Present and Future change his ways? A DOTM parody of A Christmas Carol featuring a rather festive Atrox, teenybopper spirits, and Tiny Tymmie. Finished!

After some effort, the Atrox recruits a new follower by the name of Marilyn Fredricks. But what's so special about this particular Follower?

Two shot. Lambert discovers the hidden joys of public access television.

Years ago, Stanton supposedly murdered his son, Darien, in a rebellion against the Atrox. Centuries later, Darien is back with cruel intentions, the help of Cassandra, and the same undying thrist to finish off his father.

Implied slash. “No regrets?” Karyl asked, inhaling on his cigarette. “Naw,” Replied Tymmie, slumping slightly, “I’m not afraid of dying.” Karyl looked at him again, “But I’m afraid for you.”

Their hope is a memory that had long been forsaken...Of agony and pain they now wish to awaken....

Rejection, confusion, crying, and one heck of a confession will make this the Valentine's Day to remember. Tymmie and Cassandra fluff.

Ruthless, resentless...evil. The lives of the tortured and the pained. Welcome to the world of the followers and welcome to their living hell. Multiple ministories of followers, servi, and everything in between.

His roomates are PMSing or going through their second childhood, He cant get any from Serena, crazy fangirls are chasing him down, and even McDonalds wont let him have any peace! Whats a Prince of Darkness to do! FIN!

“Look me in the eyes and listen well. I don’t want you to cry, scream, or beg for mercy. All I want for you to do right now is to shiver.” Karyl’s justification for being the way he is.

She was a thing of dying beauty. Tymmie’s take on Cassandra.

Lambert attempts writing Fanfiction, and well, let’s just say it doesn’t go too great.