In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
"Yes. Of course, Young Master." They replied in unison before leaving the young Earl's side. Tonight was the night of Alois Trancy's Halloween party. A party in which Ciel, along with all his servants, were invited to.
"So, what's your plan, Sebastian?" [Name] asked, looking up at her friend. When that familiar smile crept across Sebastian's face, she frowned.
"I'm sure Claude would be more than willing to share any information he has concerning the Young Master and Earl Trancy. You may have to persuade him, but I'm sure that won't be a problem for you." Sebastian said.
"No, no. You can do the persuading." She replied quickly. "After all, you were quite successful seducing that nun a while ago." She added with a smile, recalling the incident.
"True, but that was a human woman." He reminded. Not long after meeting Sebastian, [Name] figured ou
"Oh, of course not, mother." You replied sarcastically.
"Don't be that way, [Name]. Earl Trancy is a fine young man." Your father stated as he took his place beside your mother.
"That doesn't mean I have to marry him." You tried to argue.
"This topic is not up for debate. You are to marry Alois Trancy upon his 18th birthday, and that's final. You know our family needs this in order to move up in the world." Your father said, his voice stern. Rolling your eyes, you made your way to the front door.
"[Name]." Your mother began. It was her way of trying to reason with you.
"We should leave now. I wouldn't want to keep my fiancé waiting." You replied, sarcasm tainting your words, before walking outside and towards an awaiting carriage.
The ride to the Trancy manor was long, boring, and monotonous. Not to mention the extreme tension that w
"Not until you fight me!" A man yelled as he chased after the female soul reaper. His black hair was pulled into several spikes on his head and an eye patch lay over his right eye.
"I just fought you this morning!" You cried turning faster. How the heck did it end up like this? When you found out you would be in the eleventh squad, you couldn't have been happier. You loved to fight, but it seems there was some in your squad who loved it even more. That was your new Captain, Kenpachi Zaraki. Ever since he first saw you fight third seat, Ikkaku Madarame, he took up asking you every day to fight. At first you would happily fight him. He was one of the strongest Soul Reapers, but then he started to ask you several times a day, sometime before you could rest or heal your wounds.
"That one doesn't count!" Kenpachi yelled not giving up the cha
“Who is that?” A curious speaker asked.
You hesitantly glanced up at the owner of the voice. A boy stood over you, his ocean blue eyes inquisitively scanning over your drawing.
“It’s my OC,” you replied nervously. You turned your head back to your desk to add some shading onto his hair. “He’s drowning,” you added when the onlooker didn’t walk away. His shadow blocked your view of the top of your drawing, causing your lips to curl in agitation.
You whispered, “Would you please move?”
“Do you swim?”
You looked up, the sun glaring in your vision. His expression was deadly serious, as if he was daring you not to answer. You managed a shaky laugh. <i>
It was getting dark out. Dinner had just finished. Another night alone, as you started to eat. There were two loud bangs at your door, scar
“Oh, you’ll love him, [Name], he’s just like you. Sarcastic. Acidic. Cynical.” Mary said, shooting you a look. You chuckled and settled into your seat. For Mary, you would give this a chance.
“This is hardly necessary, John. I could find my own dates if I wanted them.” Sherlock insisted as John led him to the cab. John only sighed heavily and pushed Sherlock into his seat.
“You’ve proven to be interested in females, Sherlock, and in Mary’s friends. Just do this one night. If you don’
"What's that?" he had asked one day in the middle of a conversation with Sam and Dean after noticing the gentle sound of your pen dancing across the paper.
You smiled to yourself and glanced up, meeting his eyes for a few seconds. "It's my heart in ink," you state proudly, as if the words were a secret club and only you were allowed to join.
"Cheesiest title ever," Dean muttered under his breath. Sam just rolled his eyes, and you weren't sure if the
It all began on a perfectly normal day.
Sadly, normal days weren't exactly good for you. To put it simply, you were bullied. Technically, compared to what you had seen inflicted upon others, you weren't being bullied, but rather harshly teased. The boys that "bullied" you were smart enough not to physically harm you, as they had had their fair share of detention. Their words often hurt, but it wasn't enough to make a fuss about, and you didn't want anyone to think you weak for simple teasing. So you just put up with it.
Of course, to your total displeasure, your home was close enough to walk to from school, but far enough that it made you feel like you had to trek across the country.
And, of course, that trek consisted of crossing the soccer field.
If you haven't figured it out yet, all the boys that liked to pick on you were on the boy's soccer team. All of them.
The "leader" of that little bunch of annoying and the main
Bruce softly called your name several times before looking up from his work, to see you slumped over your keyboard. He shook his head, causing some of his soft graying chocolate locks to fall into his face, and glanced at the clock. 11 PM.
You both had been working for at least 8 hours now and he knew you had been there long before he came in. He leaned back for a moment and wondered how long it had been since you got a good nights sleep, knowing that you already hardly ever slept well and now there was the added pressure of the assignment Fury had given you a few days ago.
He turned his attention back to your sleeping form, quickly noting that you were paler than normal and your hair lacked its usual shine. He hated seeing you this way, without your usual vibrancy and signature soft-spoken confidence. He stood and made his way towards you carefully and quietly.
You were a light sleeper but he hoped that your exhaustion would