Staring at the broken teacup at your feet, your gaze slowly moves upward, shooting a rather menacing glare at the troublemaker himself, none other than the trembling Earl Charles Grey.
"I... I just wanted to play a joke on--"
Stabbing into the Earl's very core with your stare, you grab him by the collar.
"I know you're an earl, I know you're one of the queen's butlers, but I'm her assistant, so if you want to get flirty with me, do it sometime away from work and pray that I don't stab you."
"Y-You can't threaten me! I'll get you fired--"
"Does it look like I fucking care?" You smile gleefully at the stuttering earl.
"I'm still not going on a date with you, Earl Grey. End of discussion," you add quickly.
With a whimper, the interrupted, heartbroken young man walks out of the room, drowning in self-pity and rejection.
You continue to clean the bedroom in peace, until- again- you're interrupted.
At least, this
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(e/c) = your eye color/colour (example: green)
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Castiel was confused. The reaction of his vessel when he saw you – the fast beating of his heart – his thoughts – He shouldn't have those filthy thoughts – thinking about you that way – it was wrong. He was an angel – it was so very wrong and at the same time it felt so right – so utterly right. It had all just started when he first saw you, when your brother had introduced you to him.
”(y/n) this is Castiel – he got me out of hell” Dean's voice made you turn your head in his direction. You smiled at the man.
“Nice to meet you Cas – Like my brother said I'm (y/n)!” you said cheerful. Castiel's heart started to beat in an unhealthy rhythm. His cheeks turned red and he gulped. In that moment you seemed