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lovetals · 2 years

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aren’t i so kind?

synopsis: you were offered to teach at another school that came with a higher pay and better perks, but how does the headmage of the nrc react to this?

character: dire crowley

deets: gn reader, yandere, teacher x teacher, well, headmage x teacher is more correct ig, nobody dies or anything but crow man isn’t that subtle with how he feels, probs v ooc crowley

note: is it obvious how new i am to this game lmfaoo. idk shit about this man other than that i think he’s a little pretty and sucks as a headmage like c’mon dude, you even let some kid with self esteem issues get blackmail on you smh 🙄 (jk azul ily plz marry me). crowley is v ooc in this btw since idk much about him, sooo :p hopefully everyone is content with him in this tho <3

i made up a false school for this since everyone in this game hates the rsa with a burning passion so i feel like even y/n here would hate them, or crowley would have a much different reaction if they went to rsa. i came up with the name supreme fairy university (sfu) so pay no attention to it i scrambled 😭

There would always be those days when nobody in class could seem to focus and just act restless in general, yourself included, and the students that tend to cause trouble would up their antics tenfold. Today, you weren’t spared from this, each period acting worse than the last until finally, the final bell of the day rang, excusing everyone from class.

Students were eager to rush back to their dorms and you couldn’t blame them, you’d run back to bed if you could. Instead, you let out a sigh of relief and collapsed into your chair, leaning as far back as you could with your eyes shut. You didn’t bother to close the door of the classroom nor did you care if anyone saw how exhausted you were, it seemed as if your students had noticed it already, anyways.

It was nice to have that moment of alone time. It wasn’t completely silent since you could still students in the hallways, but that was fine, a little background noise wouldn’t kill you. Unfortunately, your alone time would be cut short.

“You should know the classroom is no place to sleep, Mx. (last name).”

A distasteful frown appeared on your face at the familiar voice. Opening your eyes, you caught sight of a pair of glowing yellow eyes that were a little too close than you would’ve liked. Seeing this, the person above you chuckled and closed his eyes, the yellow orbs disappearing.

“No need for that hateful look—I was kind enough to not shake you awake.”

You rolled your eyes and flicked at his masked forehead, making him lean back and let you have enough space to sit up properly.

“Good afternoon to you, too, Crowley.”

Wow. You flicked his forehead and didn’t use honorifics to the headmage? How are you still teaching at this school?!

“What’s with the attitude? You’re normally still smiling every time I drop by here.” Crowley said as he leaned beside you, a hand on the desk and another holding onto the chair behind you. With the pout on his face you weren’t sure if he was serious with his next question or not. “Are you feeling ill? Perhaps a rest in my office will help.”

Ah. That’s why.

It was a little obvious that the crow-man in charge of this school held favoritism towards you what with the way he let you act so casually towards him without repercussions and how’d he dote on you. His attitude remained the same towards everybody, except for you. I mean, would a man that forced a student from another world to be a personal therapist to everyone also offer you to sleep in his working space with no extra cost? Maybe, maybe not, but you try to not dwell on this and choose to remain oblivious. It’s best to not raise questions to a matter you wish to avoid.

With a shake of your head, you refuse his offer. “That’s… kind of you… but I’ll be fine. I think I’m just too exci—anxious to be leaving here.”

Heavy silence followed after you spoke, not even the students out in the hallway could ease up the tension that you mistakenly caused.

Shit, you cursed, biting your lip in worry. Though you could try to avoid Crowley’s fondness for you you couldn’t avoid how he felt about your transfer. He’d always become silent at the mention of you switching to another school to teach, which was a much better reaction than when he first heard the news (you swear you’ve never heard a man shout so loudly and so angrily before). From a professional point of view his dislike made sense. Any boss would be upset to have a member of their staff leave to work with their opponent, but something tells you that Crowley’s issues with this were more personal.

After a way too long moment of silence, he spoke up, “You’re still going there?”

“No matter how many times you ask my answer will remain the same.”

“I see…” he hummed, switching to a regular standing position with a hand beneath his chin in a thinking manner. He soon began to mutter, “I could’ve sworn that worked…”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing! Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it.” His smile returned once more as he gave your ‘pretty little head’ a pat, an action that he was much too eager to do. “But you are leaving us soon, have you finished packing?”

When you shook your head he removed his hand from it and stretched it right in front of you. “Then shall we head off to your room?”

Teachers were given a dorm of their own to reside in while they taught at the school. There was nothing special about it other than the fact that you only had to pay for your food (something Crowley tried to treat you to ‘out of the goodness of his heart’) and any clothes or little trinkets that caught your eye (things that Crowley liked to gift to you). There was no need to pay for living in the dorm itself.

Your room was situated right next to Crowley’s, which was significantly larger than what the teachers had since he was the headmage. You were honestly surprised to be given a spot right next to him, but once you saw how far off you were from the rest of the staff and how big your room was you realized that Crowley’s favoritism was showing again. You were sure that the room you were given was meant to be for whoever was the assistant headmage, a member that seemed to be missing at this school. Though you’d never ask Crowley about the lack of one as you feel he may try to persuade you to take the position.

Speaking of him…

As you quickly packed away any items that were only around for decoration, Crowley was taking his sweet time with helping you pack. Every item he picked up he would reminisce about, retelling you how and when he bought it for you, exaggerating every detail. For stuff that he wasn’t familiar with he still found a way to make some sort of comment, your least favorite being his cold tone when asking who got it for you.

“Crowley, shouldn’t you be working on your own work?” you asked. You were starting to become more antsy the longer the headmage remained in your living space, but it seemed Crowley had pulled a trick out of your book and chose to remain oblivious to your obvious nervousness around him.

“Not to worry, I have cleared out my schedule to help you!”

Grasping for something, you said, “But shouldn’t you be working on getting the prefect of Ramshackle back to their world?”

He let out a solemn sigh, shaking his head lightly with a hand on his forehead. “Ah, unfortunately, I seemed to have hit a block in the road during my research and can’t seem to get past it.” He seemed to quickly perk back up, however, smiling at you with his hand back down. “However! I’ve decided to listen to the advice you give to your students when they’re stuck on something: to take a break!”

“Ah… you remember the advice I give to them… how thoughtful.”

“Besides,” the upbeat tone Crowley once had quickly changed to a more cold one, “they seem so happy here and might even wish to remain here. After all, who’d want to leave?

Ouch.

The dangerous glint in Crowley’s eyes at those words made you gulp and turn around without a sound, the hands holding onto the sides of the box shaking slightly. Not once has Crowley ever taken that tone with you, the only perk of being the object of his affection. You have witnessed him speaking to others like that, but it was much more different to be on the receiving end of it. Thankfully, there was a phone ring that came to the rescue.

Picking up the device off your bed your eyes widened at the name on screen.

Supreme Fairy University.

Why was the school you were transferring to calling you just a week before you would officially be there? Regardless, you needed to answer them. Looking back at the raven-haired man over your shoulder you told him who it was.

Crowley was uncharacteristically quiet as he nodded, eyeing the device in your hand with wide, unblinking eyes. You would’ve questioned this behavior of his if you weren’t so interested in finding out what the call was for. Clearing your throat, you hit ‘accept and lifted it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this (First name) (Last name) from the Night Raven College?”

“Yes, that’s correct. I was recently offered to come teach at your school and am supposed to be arriving within a week. Is everything ok?”

“I see. Well, while we were thrilled to have you join us we, unfortunately, have to recline our previous offer.”

“W-what?”

“You are not going to be teaching at the Supreme Fairy University, Mx. (Last name).”

You couldn’t believe this. A while back, when they first came to you, they expressed heavy interest in having you come work for them, even adding more benefits when you told them you’d think about it. So what was with the sudden change of mind?!

“Thank you for willing to work with us, we hope you have a great rest of the day. Please do not contact us again.”

“W-wait!”

But the person on the other end already hung up, leaving more questions than answers. Who the hell ends a call asking to not contact them? Had you done something wrong??

“(First name)? Is everything alright?”

A hand rested itself on your shoulder, little metal claws digging into it as Crowley turned you around. He let out a gasp that was a little too staged when he caught sight of your face.

“Oh, dear! You’re crying!”

You… were?

A shaky hand to your cheek made you realize that he was right; you were crying. Why? Were you really that excited to be working at the other school? Or…

“Come, come! Sit down, tell me what happened.”

Making space on your bed, Crowley lead you down to the mattress with a hand wrapped around your shoulder while the other was wrapped around your hand, his thumb rubbing over it. Somehow, this made you cry even harder.

Maybe you were just that desperate to get away from him.

Crowley kept shushing you, his cold breath hitting your ear as he brought his head close to yours, the hand once wrapped around your shoulder now caressing your hair.

“Calm down, my dear. I never inten—expected to have this happen. Why don’t you tell Crowley what happened?”

You would’ve. You really would’ve, but with how much you were sobbing and hiccuping you found it hard to.

This just made Crowley bring you closer to him, practically nuzzling your head as his hand intertwined itself between your fingers, the metal tips on his digging into your skin, yet he paid no attention to that, he instead seemed much more focused on being as close to you as possible.

“Don’t worry, take your time. I promise, I will never leave your side so you will never be alone. Aren’t I so kind?”

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