"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
“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’
"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