I lived a tragic past. I was abused, violated, and left alone to die. The only person that understood me perished before my eyes. I went through one hell into another. But I thought there was hope for me when I met Claude Faustus-a demon whom I've made a contract with. And before I knew it, my naive fragile heart has fallen for the demon. I'm the master therefore I can just order him to hold me, kiss me, care for me, love me. But I want it to come from him. Although.. I know in the end, he will never ever learn how to love me. "Please, Claude. Don't ever leave me alone. Make me feel better by your sweetest lies."

After Grell Sutcliff finally confesses her love for William T. Spears, (genuinely) she is harshly rejected by the brunette shinigami. Though Will doesn't realize at first, Grell is now damaged beyond repair. She is only a shell of her former flamboyant self, and everyone notices. But Grell doesn't care. She doesn't care about anything anymore. She's finally found a way to deal with the pain of Will's thoughtless rejection, and she is confident that no one will ever find out. But, someone does find out, and that someone is the last person that Grell wanted to uncover her dark secret. I do not own Black Butler or any of its original characters.

After a witch hunt in southern Ohio, Dean can see Castiel's wings.

After a case involving a rouge cupid, Cas loses all memory of Dean. Dean will do whatever it takes to get Cas back. Meanwhile, Gabriel and Sam struggle to come to terms with their unique connection. Just a soft fanfic with a lot of angst. Trigger Warnings for Curse Words and brief suggestive talk (mostly on Gabriel's behalf)

"Well... uh... I'm Gay." -Keith *Lance goes Ballistic* Keith and Lance are left alone in Allura's Castle. Doctors Orders. Well actually Shiro and Allura's orders, but same difference. Keith and Lance are told to bond because their constant fighting has to lead to them not being able to form Voltron. A week alone, forced to become friends of some sort. --- *Author's Note* This story takes place before S2's end (don't wanna spoil for those who hadn't finished) (Cover Credits: Bibinella)

1 week power-saving drill. The heats off. 3 blankets, 2 pairs have to share a bed. Lance is warm. (i was 14/15 when i wrote this, i'm now 20 and really wish i had the patience to go through and edit this story because i did my favourite character keith a HUGE injustice im so sorry my main man 😔)

Dipper is a siren. Most likely the most vicious one. Every siren has a something more powerful then other sirens. Take Mable for example, her song can lure anyone in. While Dipper's song can't lure, it only sounds lovely. Dipper's trait is unlike any others! He has a trait that allows him to go berserk. His kind kicks him out for he's a danger to them. But what will happen if he meets another danger to those own kind? Best rankings~ #1 in sirenau out of 55 stories #16 in Billdip out of 5.34k

"Why do your wings pop out around Dean and not me?" Sam asked, cocking his head moose-ishly. Castiel squirmed uncomfortably. "No reason." He answered. Sam dropped the subject, but Castiel knew he wasn't going to give up.

While snooping in Sherlock's room, John finds a horribly embarrassing picture of himself in Sherlock's coat pocket with the words "never forget" on the back. What does it mean? Well John plans on finding out, that's for sure. - Eventual Johnlock - *Over 30,000 views on fanfiction.net!*