According to Sternberg's Love Theory, there are three components of love. Commitment, passion, and intimacy. Castiel falls in love.

Charlie smiled wider, "I've never been flying." "Well, no. No humans have, to my knowledge. At least not without mechanical aid." Charlie rolled her eyes. "Fly me somewhere?" The should-have-been ending to episode 10x21, Dark Dynasty. Contains spoilers for season 10 (obviously.) No major character death.

"Both our dates ditched us at prom so lets show them what they're missing" AU (Rated for language and making out. Other warnings include fluff and Dean being a freckled cutie)

Castiel never figured out why they called it a "crush" and not a "lift." His heart felt nothing but uplifted when he saw Dean smile, and for that reason, he didn't understand why everyone called what he had on his best friend a "crush." (Middle school!AU)

Dean and Castiel both have the same class, same desk, but different periods. Other than that, they didn't know each other at all. (High School AU)

Haunted by a dark past, Castiel's life hardly improves when he gets to high school and becomes the target of the school's most popular jock, Dean Winchester. Dean's fascination with Castiel is mistaken for something twisted, and just too late does Dean realize his intentions towards Castiel to be of love and not hate. (Warnings: Bully!Dean, noncon/rape, socially anxious!Cas)

Dean and Castiel get cursed by a witch to constantly desire each other, and not that Sam's not happy about them finally resolving all that sexual tension, he'd just wish they'd do it behind closed doors. Just saying.

After Metatron steals Castiel's Grace, Castiel Falls to earth human. Consumed with the humane feelings such as regret and hopelessness, he is driven to try to find an end to himself; however, Metatron will not let him go so easily. After all, he wants a great story from the Great Castiel. *Warning: Suicide attempts

Just because we love Castiel so much. He deserves this. Includes kittens, blankets, cookies, and kisses. Fluff. All comfort no hurt.

In which Castiel is schizophrenic and loves to play Sorry. Dean is his doctor. "Tell me yours." "Mine?" "Your story." "I don't like my story."

Castiel is born with wings and horns and kept isolated in his house with his mother for his entire life. When he is sixteen, however, Castiel is seen and is declared a beast to be slain. Castiel runs, and hides alone for five years until a man with green eyes crosses paths with him. "I saw you that time!" Green Eyes claimed. "Just before your foot disappeared. Why are you hiding?"

After Dean dies, Castiel continues to watch over his offspring, and they always tell stories about the Winchester family's guardian angel. Three generations down, the stories are still strong, and Castiel will often appear just to watch them, occasionally going up to speak to them, but the stories must die out some day, and on that day Castiel learned loneliness.*unrequited Destiel

When Sam and Jo finally convince Dean to adopt a pet angel, Dean begrudgingly visits a shelter and finds Castiel. It's all fine and everything until after Cas' sixteenth birthday, and he becomes obsessed with the concept of giving and receiving gifts.

"Look at me. I said, LOOK AT ME, BITCH! YOU CAN'T FIX THIS!"

"What are you doing, Castiel?" "I'm looking for Dean."

Fearless Leader, there always was one person you were never able to save. (Endverse, drug overdose, canon divergence)

In which Demon!Dean endlessly flirts with Castiel and it escalates to too friendly touches. "T-That's not appropriate Dean." "Whoops sorry" "You did it again!" "Did I? Oops." "DEAN."

Alfred is known as a hero throughout the city. But consumed with a dark past, Alfred is struggling to keep himself alive, and be reminded that living and breathing are not synonymous. On verge of falling, he's gripped by the hand of a man that never smiles, but apparently he can spot a fake one. Is Arthur the catalyst Alfred didn't know existed?

High school AU in which Dean is definitely not into guys, and Castiel goes along with it because he can't stop himself. "We're friends right?" "Yes?" "Friends can hug, can't they?" "Well, I suppose they can." "That means they can kiss, too." "Kiss?"

Highschool AU. When Dean takes Castiel, a victim of harsh bullying, to the clinic, he never expects to find out he's a Fallen Angel, and he doesn't believe it either. But that doesn't stop Castiel from falling in love with him.

Because to angels, Falling in love has a completely different meaning. (Destiel. Warnings include torturing and a few swear words. Takes place in season 4 when Castiel is dragged back to heaven. Pretty much what I think happens up there and how Dean deals with him when he gets back.)

Prayers are complicated to understand, after all, they are essentially thoughts. Every thought Dean has directed or about Castiel is definitely received, and they are very distracting. And when Castiel mistakes a thought for a prayer, he flies in ready for battle to a scene he really wished he never saw. Well, he tried to tell himself that anyways.

It had been two years since Sherlock had first met Redbeard, and two years since Sherlock was lonely or sad. He found himself thinking of Redbeard more often during school, especially when he felt alone and cold. He had a whole wing of his Mind Palace dedicated to Redbeard. And I suppose that's how he got hurt so badly. (A fanfiction about Redbeard's part in Sherlock's childhood)

Sherlock and John tend to write texts without ever sending them, and when a message Sherlock never means to send somehow ends up on John's phone, John sees his love has always been returned. "If I were ever capable of emotions like deep affection, passion, or even desire, I don't think it'd go too far to tell you that you are, and the only one I will ever be in love with. "Post!TEH

I promised myself long ago I wouldn't succumb to something so degrading, something so vicious. I promised I wouldn't let myself fall. But that was before him. That was before I met John. In sleep there is such bliss and peace, and as John slept on my shoulder, it killed me inside to know I was so close yet I could never touch him. *Unrequited Johnlock

"USUK AU where Arthur is Alfred's State Farm agent, and Alfred keeps singing "like a good neighbor, State Farm is there" so that Arthur pops in at pervocative moments, like when Alfred is in the shower, or laying on his bed naked, surrounded by rose pedals. And every time Arthur is just like "FOR GODS SAKE." and poofs back out again." (Written off a tumblr post)

Saudade: (Noun) The feeling of longing for something or someone you love and which is lost. *T for harsh language sometimes and near character death*

When Arthur admits to having a crush on Francis, Alfred makes it his goal to get them together for the Winter Dance. But was it his generosity that made him offer to help rehearse the dance beforehand or was it that nasty jealousy? And Arthur realizes he was blind for not noticing how beautiful Alfred's eyes were.

Alfred wasn't sure if it was the air or just a gut feeling that made him want to take a different route that Valentine's Day, he just did. He didn't know why he had flowers that everyone in the city hated or why he heard crying in a forest. "I-I'm sorry," the stranger said, "I'm indecent." Alfred offered the flowers, "It's alright. You can fall as long as you can stand up again."

I don't have the slightest clue how we met. I don't have some special story about how cute he was or how dramatic it was. There were no fireworks. Nothing significant happened to have me remember him. We didn't meet as children and grew up, awkwardly confessing our love for each other. I don't… remember anything from the beginning. Only that I love him today. *Contains implied sex

Between his father and his bullies, Arthur finds himself struggling with a life that is hardly surviving on its own. Degrading oh so slowly, and in a world of fitting in and selfish desires, the children around him are struggling to find themselves. And as Alfred finds he needs to save Arthur, he doesn't realize just how badly Arthur needs a hero*Contains character deaths

Alfred laughed and talked to everyone and anyone who passed by him. He waved his hand so fast it would lose circulation. Then he turns and his smile falls- But don't forget: you're the hero. But a terrible hero at that if you can't even save yourself. *self-harm and implied abuse*

Arthur swears he's not in love with Alfred, so don't take this story- "KISS ME!"- the wrong way. *USUK Fluff*

Whatever you think you know about the American Revolution in 1776, disregard that. It's all lies. And as Alfred F. Jones is prepared to do anything for his freedom, he doesn't realize the tests that would come along with that: including falling in love with the enemy. So prepare yourself: The Absolute Truth of the American Revolution.

My brother, Gilbert was indeed strange, and anyone with eyes could tell you that. But no one could tell you how strange he was quite like I could. And so I will, with this story, I will. Of course, I'm thirty-four now, but my memory is stony and frozen; sketched and sculpted out of marble. And now, I think you're a star. The one that's always first out in the sky.

He sat on the edge of the window, the autumn air flowing through his hair, and the figures dancing on the asphalt asked him to join them and he felt his feet grow heavier . He'd always felt so empty- At least from the time he let his love slip through his fingers

He's beautiful. He's an angel. He's perfect. I love him. Antonio, he who can fight off darkness with a single word in a crisp Spanish accent. But he isn't mine. And I know he's happy without me, everyone is right? As long as Feliciano's here, that's all that matters. I know it is. *Rated T for self-harm and suicidal themes. Spamano vs. SpainxN.Italy Love triangle.

In Antonio's mind, an attempted suicide played out in such a way: Lovino's hand trembled to the left of his temple, and for the third time that month, he'd cocked the gun with a satisfying click, preparing himself for what may occur. If he didn't drop it again. But of course, this was only but a theory. Antonio didn't know for sure why he attempted this, for he hadn't arrived yet

9/11 Tribute. Alfred had planned this day for months, and it was finally time to execute his plan. Standing at the top of the tower, he looked down at the street, imagining how he'd look on it in a few moments. And on the day of September 11th, 2001, he jumped.

The real me lies deep inside me… cowering in a corner, afraid to be seen. Perhaps, I'm a bit happy… Perhaps I may be laughing or smiling… but most times I just was to get lost in my own world. Get lost and never return because all that everyone gets from me are lies, so why bother showing them something fabricated?

Alfred F. Jones found a notebook left under someone's desk before winter break, and decided to be a snoop and take it home. Expecting some sappy love diary entries, he finds suicide notes and poems, along with a date the action will take place. Time is ticking, but Alfred can definitely save him on time- ...Wait who does this belong to in the first place?

Black. White. Grey. Everything is blurred and hazy to Ludwig. He can't see the reds and yellows and blues that everyone around him takes for granted, and yearns to see the colors as same as everyone else. Black, White, Grey, that's all he sees. But what's this new color in a boy's hair? Reddish brown he calls it?

Roderich was a mess. For years he'd waited for this moment. "Nervous" was not a familiar word to the man, yet the feeling was tied into his muscles as he stiffly sat at the piano. He did what he could, and awaited the replying letter with a cup of tea that was chilling by the minute.

Time is always ticking by, the numbers rise and time goes on. The future becomes the present becomes the past, and Arthur's time is ticking backwards now. He counted down the Milliseconds. Oh how Arthur loved Milliseconds.

In this fanfiction, a jealous new character (OC :3) uses dark magic to injure Ichigo, giving her amnesia. When she starts to regain memory, it pains her when thoughts of Kashino come through... Will the power of magic overcome love?

I know the words are getting even more smudged with my tears, but I can't help but break down. I never knew any of this. He always joked and pushed off our empty insults like they were nothing. They were nothing, so why did I find him by his diary; his body colorless except for red. So much red. And yet I can't stop reading the last page. (Summary US POV. Story UK POV.)

I've always known there was something different about him—my brother, Matthew. But insane? I thought that was going a bit far. If they call him crazy, I might as well be, too. Nothing's wrong with my darling, older brother, and nothing's wrong with me: Alfred F. Jones. We're both perfectly fine. Light Fem!PrussiaxCanada Human names used.

Greetings to readers. I have decided to document this story for viewer... Entertainment? I am Rodrich's conscience. Perhaps you didn't know, but he was schizophrenic. I am writing in all detail I can remember, for it is only fair he is heard- Rodrich that is. I will start at the very beginning; the beginning of the voices. Rated T for blood and paranoia. PrusxAust if you squint

All I am is a weak country that never seems to get anything done. All I am is a silly baby whom only eats pasta. I'm too weak to go through wars. I'm too. Freaking. Weak. And so I guess that covers everything. That's why I'm here. I've always heard there were easier ways to kill yourself, but I figured this would be torturous enough. I only deserved it after all. Snapped!Italy

It all ended too short, and as I pulled away, I felt regret crawling under my skin. I knew I wouldn't be able to come out of this alive, and yet I left her standing there with false expectations. I could only raise my left hand in attempt to wave a final goodbye before I found myself already on the way to the fields, realizing I'd just traded the beauty for the beast.

Amelia looked completely distressed, and how good Arthur was taking this wasn't making it any better. She expected him to be angry with her. Demand reasons why she'd do such a thing. She felt so guilty for doing it and just wanted to be punished before the guilt gnawed away everything she had inside her. USUK Fem!America Slight USxItaly Enjoy! (Maybe?)

This is not what I had expected from my son. Not from the little boy who tugged on my shirt sleeve, asking for me to tie his shoes. From my little baby boy who looked up with a warm, happy smile—so warm it melted any grudges I had on past nations, because none of that mattered but the boy in front of me. My boy. My son. -Revolutionary War Oneshot-

Haruhi finds her first guilty pleasure: a romance manga. She knows she shouldn't read it (especially some parts) because of her academic studies, but she can't help but image herself in the situations- a girl can dream right? But what happens if the Shadow King finds out? Quick Oneshot!

When Ichigo tells her cousin a lie about having a boyfriend, Kashino fills in for her. But is it all fake?

Kashino, Ichigo, Hanabusa, and Andou create a new cake to lure in more customers, only to attract the extremely rich Rantil (OC) who wants them to cater his three-day social gathering. But just what's going to happen? *Kashino Ichigo themed*

Updated *Caution do NOT read if you don't like sad endings* Kashino and Ichigo always fight, but did he go to far this time?