King of the Academy

closed Fergus "Crowley" MacLeod rp blog for the Brightwood Academy RPG INACTIVE Crowley is the headmaster of Brightwood Academy. He's Scottish, but has been in the US for more than 20 years. He did keep his accent though. He's strict, arrogant and flirts with everybody who's too slow running in time, but he's not a bad person, mostly. For indie interaction, come say hi over here.

[the-gordian-knot]

"I hate to be a taker without giving," Cas said, rising after him and shrugging his clothes off too. "But I'm not going to force myself on you."

Cas climbed in behind him, an arm around his waist, spooning in tight and kissing at the back of his neck. He found Crowley's tail with his own, twisting around the base and a low note of sleepy happiness. "I really do like you," he said around a yawn. "And not just because of how you smell." As far as he was concerned, this was the best Christmas present he could have.

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"Well, you did give me plenty." Crowley smirked, licking his lips teasingly before he got up. 

He wouldn't openly admit it but he really did like being like this. Ever since Castiel came along, he couldn't stop craving him close. It was maddening and he wanted it to stop. He didn't need anybody to co-exist. He was fine on his own. He was. He wanted to be again, but at the same time, he enjoyed it. 

"Well I'm glad to hear that." Crowley chuckled softly, huffing out a breath as he relaxed and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

[the-gordian-knot]

Oh, that felt good. So good. Cas mumbled confused words of praise, slumping back against the couch. "Oh that was perfect," he purred, letting go of his softening cock to wipe the last few dribbles from the Headmaster's face.

"Thank you," he said, and he meant it. He tugged him up with a hand at his nape, not stopping until he was close enough to kiss slow and deep.

And then bite, and suck firmly on his lower lip. "Tell me, Sir, how may I please you? Would you like me to return the favour, or would you like to ride me and show me who is boss?"

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Crowley gave the other a final lick before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand which he then wiped on the other's ridiculous sweater, a small smirk playing around his lips. 

Arms wound around the other's neck as he pulled him up and he kissed him back just as tenderly, shaking his head after. "Wonderful options, but I do have to decline." Crowley chuckled, pulling back to stand in front of Castiel. "I'm fine and I'd rather just sleep." He hummed softly. He was barely semi-hard, so there was nothing to take care of. "C'mon." He nodded and strolled back to his bedroom. He shed his clothing right behind the door and slipped into bed in only his underwear. 

[the-gordian-knot]

Less agitated. Like when he wasn’t so hard he wanted to explode right then and there. Fingers that scritched behind Crowley’s ear, the gesture as gentle as he could make it past a blur of need in his mind. He growled, low and deep, scratching noisily at the couch. His toes were curled up in his shoes, his vision almost going red.

"It’s going to, any minute," he said, his voice… deeper and rougher than usual, and he was pretty gravelly to start with. "Your mouth is so pretty and hot. I’m going to…" 

Hand from the couch, to his own cock. Squeezing around the base as it started to swell up significantly. He wanted to choke him on it, but he also wanted him to keep enjoying this, so he held himself tight instead. That way Crowley could choose how much he wanted to take. Especially considering how much mess was about to happen. “You don’t have to swallow.” But damn if he didn’t want to watch that. 

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Crowley didn't have much hope for their next heat-induced session of sex and haze. In fact, he was sure it'd end the same way if he didn't take precautions. He didn't even know if he'd even allow another session in the first place. He really didn't. 

The other's noises were nice to hear and Crowley would glance up occasionally, pull away to lick his lips and smirk at the other before he'd go back down, giving the best he actually could with the fact in mind he'd aggressively stayed away from all this all his life.

Crowley loved to hear him fall apart, loved the surge of power, knowing that all he needed was his mouth to make him crumble and he knew he didn't have to do anything. He wanted, though. He didn't do things half-way. He went all in or he stayed out right from the start. So, he bobbed his head a few more times, up and down, a soft lick to the tip, up and down and when the other grabbed around the base, he forced himself as far as he could handle. lips pressed against Castiel's hand and his eyes squinted closed when he came, gag reflex settling in but Crowley managed with only little heaving and moved his lips around the Alpha's shaft as he came, milking every drop and he panted slightly, wiping at his chin. 

One of his hands replaced his lips and he stroked lightly as he glanced up at the other again. He'd managed to swallow most --not exactly a pleasant thing to do-- but some still dribbled down his jaw. 

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"Yeah, well, maybe next time you’re in heat we work out a way for it to just be fun,” he said. He probably wasn’t sounding all that coherent, but he was horny. What did the boss expect, if he dropped between his thighs.

"…I could just bring ice buckets again, but that’s not so great a dessert." Pause. "Icecream. I guess you could use icecream. On places. And then lick it off. Fuck. I can’t think about not-sex when you’re doing that.”

Cas’ tail curled around, and stroked softly over Crowley’s face, just a soft touch, but one that spoke volumes. “Should you gag me to shut me up, then?” he asked, though he had to grit it out past his teeth, because he was fighting the part of his brain that was screaming to shove his Omega (his? Yes. His.) down and make him take it. He clawed at the couch with his free hand, wondering how much more he could take and sit still for. It was becoming harder not to take the initiative.

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"I'd like that." Crowley chuckled. "But you might want to try claim that once more when you sound less.... agitated." The Omega smirked. "I didn't say you should freeze our date. Just... don't make it worse than it already will be between us." A small smile.

"Your mind is a fabulous thing." The headmaster grinned, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, suckling on it teasingly. He grabbed the other's tail and pulled it out of his face and stroking it softly. 

Lips wrapped around, cheeks hollow as he bobbed his head, only taking in part of him yet. Crowley had to get used to the sensation, too. He didn't go around sucking people off. He pulled away again, "I'd love a warning before your knot takes a main role." Crowley hummed against his shaft, his hands on either of his thighs, taking him in further.

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"You always smell like the best thing I’ve ever encountered with my nose, you beautiful asshole. But I haven’t ripped you a new one since… then… so…" Score one for self-control? Yes.

Castiel’s fingers teased at the hair just below and behind his ears, rubbing into his scalp, gently urging him closer. “I will make… chocolate tart. With a hint of chilli. Chilli gets things… going…” Yes, apparently. And Cas wasn’t above using food as foreplay.

Hand behind his head, holding him in place. If he fought to pull back, he’d let go, but if he didn’t… Cas was going to keep holding him there. He pushed up against his mouth, head back and a whine that sounded less Alpha than it should. “Please, Sir… oh god, please don’t stop. Christ…” He bit his lip, hard. “You horrible, horrible sexy, sexy man. Please don’t tease me unless you mean it.”

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"Well, I haven't been in heat ever since, so even if you'd tried, I would've kicked your bubble butt." Crowley chuckled softly. The minute he'd be in heat again, he doubted the other would be able to control himself that way. He saw it now, even. He only had to kiss him and Castiel was sporting a hard on.

"Do you really think we need more things to get us going? Not that I'm an expert on that field, but I'm pretty sure we need everything but something to light the flame. 

Crowley hissed, glancing up at the other when he tightened his hand behind his back, holding him in place while he bucked his hips. He shifted a little so his cheek pressed against the other's shaft. He didn't exactly fancy choking on his cock just yet. "Trust me, even my teasing has limits, love." He purred, smirking slightly. "If you behave, that is." Chuckling, Crowley turned his head and licked along the other, up and down. Then he glanced back up and licked his lips. "You might want to tone down the... compliments. Unless of course you want to be the only one to enjoy this." 

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"I said I was sorry!" he said, yet again. "I wasn’t trying to hurt you. But you just… damnit. You know you smelled like… like… everything good, right?” A sigh. “I promise if you let me in next time, I will do everything in my power not to hurt you.” He was abashed. It really hadn’t been deliberate.

"I will make you something rich and delicious. Something sticky and sweet. And then we can see how bad an Alpha is in the kitchen." Eyes closing, he moaned at the tickling touches. It was not helping him calm down.

"It’s your fault for being the sexiest, most intriguing, most annoying little bitch I’ve ever met. You make me want to do things. Things I thought I didn’t want.” 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Crowley kneeling between his legs, peering up at him with those gorgeous amber eyes. The light colour in his cheeks, the pink, soft lips. His breath hissed to a halt, and he stroked his fingers over the Headmaster’s head, tickling behind his ear. “Y-yes,” he said, his voice breaking a little. “I do. A lot. If you… if you stay down there it’s not going to - well. Stay down.” Nope, it was already tenting his pants. “Fuck, but I really do like you.” He nodded at the very, very interested party. 

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"I'll always smell like that. So you better find a way to cope." Crowley huffed, "Then I might think about it." Another huff, but he smiled at that. It had still been enjoyable, he wouldn't deny that.

"I love dessert. My mood depends on dessert." The Omega winked, smirking slightly at the other. "I'm sorry I'm too hot for you to handle." Crowley chuckled, arms resting on the other's thighs. His ear twitched at the touch and he leaned into the touch. "Well it better doesn't." Crowley raised a brow, a smirk on his face. 

His hands made quick work of the other's belt and the button of his trousers and he tugged them down almost violently, so Castiel didn't have to help too much. Lips pressed against the bulge in the other's underwear, hot breath brushing against it. "Would you like me to stop?" Hmm, Crowley didn't think he wanted to.

"Say please?"

[the-gordian-knot]

"Hey, I’ll try anything your twisted little heart desires. Sex toys or not. No pun intended. If there’s something you think you’d enjoy trying, then I most likely will agree. I’ve never actually been fucked, so…” A chuckle. “I’m a bit nervous. Don’t laugh.”

Quite a few alphas would baulk at the thought of being fucked, he knew. Would feel emasculated. Cas? Thought it would be intriguing. And possibly a lot of fun.

"How about you cook the main meal and I’ll sort out the dessert? I think I can handle that. There’s no heat involved. Then there’s a distribution of labour, still…" 

Cas considered it for a moment. “If you don’t mind me go splashing cold water on myself, I can probably manage it. It’s not my fault you’re a sexy beast. It’s entirely your fault I want to do bad things with you.”

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"Well, unlike someone, I won't rip you apart because I have no self-control." Crowley shrugged. Yes, he was still holding a grudge. He'd been sore for a week, unable to sit properly or lie or breathe. Crowley would like to be able to feel that sensation, too, he did, but he wouldn't go insane if Castiel didn't want him to top him. He'd understand. 

"Dessert's the best." Crowley purred, "You better think of something worthy." The Omega smirked, his fingertips dancing over the back of the Alpha's neck. 

"Oh, now it's my fault you can't control your animalistic instincts?" Crowley hummed and he pecked the other on the lips before he shuffled to slide down his lap. He pushed the other's legs apart and slowly knelt between them, his hands running up the other's thighs while he leaned in to nuzzle his crotch. "You really do like me, don't you?" He purred, glancing up with a light smirk on his lips.

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"Alright, I'll not throw extra variables into your mix. But I will try to 'get on' with you." He found one of Crowley's hands and held it lightly in his own, just... warm, close contact. He liked this. A lot. He wondered if he'd really feel this happy if Crowley had been an Alpha, but it was impossible to tell.

Cas tried to ignore the tight feeling in his pants. He definitely was still interested, but without the strength of the heat clouding his mind, it was bearable.

"We could probably get one of those inflatable rings, you know. If you wanted to try tying me. I don't know if they're any good, but I'm up for role play. And also romantic candle lit dinners. And cuddles. And long walks around the perimeter to see who is sneaking out..."

[headmastercrowley-blog]

"I don't need to tie you." Crowley shook his head and shuffled a little in the other's lap. "The knot might make you Alpha, but it doesn't change the fucking in itself." The Omega shrugged. And he didn't exactly need to be shy about his own package. 

"So you want me to cook for you? Or do you honestly expect me to trust your skills in cooking?" The Headmaster raised a brow. "The students will hate you if we really catch them sneaking out." Crowley chuckled softly, resting his head on the other's chest. "So are you too hard to come to sleep with me? I can go and sleep on my own."

[the-gordian-knot]

"It's good to know we're unofficially official," Cas smirked. "I'm honoured. And flattered." If it was a lie, it was a good one. He brushed the fur back flat, still smiling.

"I meant you could consider it part of your wider experiment. You know. Anonymised testing, to support your progressive work. But if you want romance..."

He bent to purr by his ear. "Sir. I'd very much like to feel your gorgeous pink cock in me. I'd love you to fuck me like you mean it, so I can barely walk without remembering you. I'd love to kiss you all over until you couldn't hold back, until you had to mount me and make me yours."

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"You better be." Crowley rolled his eyes. Crowley wouldn't allow anybody else to get that close or to see him like that. Castiel was and would always be the only one he'd let it happen with.

"I don't think such a thing is relevant for my experiment, thank you." Crowley huffed. "I'm trying to make ranks get along not into bed."

The Omega's jaw dropped, tongue pressed against the corner of his mouth and he couldn't help purr at the image the other created in his mind and Crowley couldn't deny he'd like that, too. Very much so. "Well, behave properly and.. we might get to that point. Maybe I'll allow you to sweat on my desk and leave your annoyingly fascinating Alpha-scent everywhere." Crowley chuckled.

[headmastercrowley-blog]

Go away || Castiel&Crowley

[the-gordian-knot]

Cas actually purred at the soft kisses. They were making his stomach twirl end over end, and his eyes drifted shut as he enjoyed them. “I don’t know. I can’t really tell. I don’t smell myself, remember. But I do smell you.” And you smell good, he thought, his own tail thumping the couch hard. Just nice, intimate, gentle holding was nice. Without the push to mate, to breed, he liked feeling Crowley warm and heavy in his lap. He had to will his dick not to think about the situation too much, because he did want to be a gentleman.

"I’m curious about lots of things," Cas admitted, curling Crowley’s tail around his wrist, and then ruffling the fur the wrong way. "I’m not getting any younger after all. And it’s… scientific. To experiment. As Anna kept telling me, it’s how we learn things."

His fingers found the bump in his spine just above his tail, and he scritched more firmly there. “I could be a bastard. But so could you. That’s why it’s important that you agree to date me officially - if secretly - in an attempt to discover this.” One eyebrow wiggled in what he hoped was a cute and endearing fashion. “What do you say, boss?”

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"Hey!" Crowley hissed, fur bristling. "Don't do that." The Omega grumbled. "Fur grows into a certain direction for a reason." Puffing his chest, he sent the other the best glare he could muster up with the other's hair still in his hand and those big blue eyes staring at him.

"You can just ask be to fuck you." Crowley purred, smirking slightly. "I might even do just that." He shrugged. He didn't know really. Of course if Castiel asked him to he would. Why not? "So in other words you want to learn? That's your excuse for me to bend you over my desk and.... " He cut himself off. "Very romantic, love." He patted the other's head, smiling a little while he shook his head. 

"Aren't we.. already?" He raised a brow. "I got you bloody Christmas presents. I didn't get anybody else Christmas presents."

[headmastercrowley-blog]

Go away || Castiel&Crowley

[the-gordian-knot]

"I don’t mind people thinking I’m your little bitch, because behind closed doors is nobody’s business," he said, moving so his knuckles were rubbing at the knots of tension in his back. He had clever hands, and he could find where he was tight, where he needed attention. "And if I wear your cologne, people will think I’m taking on your scent, and not the other way around."

He sighed at the tie being removed, but he had been acting giddy and silly and not very professional. It was just that he was happy. He dragged down over his spine, and to his ass. Where he could pull his tail carefully, combing over the fur. 

"And maybe I might even be game for seeing what it’s like to be pushed over. It might be fun, even without being tied. Some day." A little scratch of teeth over stubble. "But I’m not going to push. If we work together, then good. But I’m… I hope you realise I’m not too much of an asshole."

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"You already smell like me." Crowley chuckled, nuzzling the side of his face and lapping at his ear aimlessly, just teasing and keeping his tongue busy while his lips pressed small, noisy kisses to the same spots. "I'm not sure how much I smell like you though." The Omega sighed softly. He couldn't say as all he smelled was Castiel. No matter what he did. He really hoped that was just because he usually was in his office and he could never really get his scent out. If smelling the other constantly was part of the mate bond, he'd scream. 

Crowley's back arched and he pressed himself a little closer and his tail fluffed up slightly at the touch. "Mhh, someone curious?" The Headmaster grinned, quirking a brow. "Well, just because you're not an ass, doesn't mean you can't turn out a bastard after all." A small chuckle. Somehow he doubted it. Castiel seemed like one of those puppies. Cute, lovely and most likely to get kicked, but never do the kicking. 

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Go away || Castiel&Crowley

[the-gordian-knot]

Cas was a little surprised to have a lap full of Headmaster, but pleasantly so. He oophed back onto the couch melodramatically, arms wrapped around him, keeping him in close. He reached around to stroke at his (could he say ‘his’? Maybe ‘almost-his?’) omega’s tail. Another little kiss, and a subdued rumble that said he was keeping himself under control, but still… feeling rather Alpha with a capital A. 

"Actually, in Alphas, I would say your taste is exceptional. Although if we ever do become an official couple… people are going to either think I’m your bitch or we’re a pair of twisted alphas defying social convention and refusing to breed.” He scratched just between Crowley’s shoulder blades, the start of a backrub, if he didn’t object. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be offended by people thinking you were bending me over your desk.”

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Crowley rubbed the side of his face against the other's, arms locked tightly around his neck as he purred softly. He enjoyed the little rumble that vibrated in the other's chest. He wouldn't give in to his Omega side, the small voice whining loudly in his head --day and night-- well at least not more than he already had. Being close was one thing. The next level was another. 

"I'm not yet convinced." Crowley cackled, smirking at the other. "That depends on your clothing. Combine your ridiculous puppy eyes with those clothes and nobody will doubt me being the Alpha." Crowley chuckled, pulling the tie off the other's head, shoulder blades moving slightly, rolling back. "I definitely wouldn't complain." Crowley chuckled, brows pulled up. 

[brightwoodacademy-rpg]

TAKEN CHARACTER

OOC Name/nickname: Mel Age (must be 18+ or older): 21 Timezone: GMT+1 Character Name: Fergus “Crowley” MacLeod Age: 45 FC: Mark Sheppard Description of tail/ears: Crowley’s fur is dark brown, just like his hair and he’s got a pair of big ears which he grooms so they don’t get out of control. His tail isn’t very short but not too long either but quite fluffy.  Rank:  (?) Job: Headmaster - English Lit, Latin  Specify mate: unknown Bio (for all) :

Crowley was born in Scotland and came to the US right after he’d finished university to try and live a better life, away from his family. While he doesn’t exactly hate them, he wasn’t too sad to get away from them either. 

He keeps his rank a secret, but with the way he acts and the status he reached in society, it is pretty clear he is an Alpha. At least that’s what people believe and Crowley doesn’t deny or confirm it. He’s been the headmaster of the Brightwood Academy for 15 years now, has worked his way up and he doesn’t intend to let anybody take over. Crowley might be described as arrogant and he won’t deny it and he likes to hear himself talk.

The fact his school has been chosen for the experiment is something Crowley likes and he is a supporter of equality, always has been. He doesn’t mind the criticism parents brought up and he’ll do whatever it takes to make the experiment a success. At least on his school. He isn’t mated as he believes it is his school and he is the one to make the rules. Also he is convinced no heat scent can drive him crazy, so he can do as he likes. 

He was an English Lit teacher before he became headmaster, but even now he still teaches the Latin course. He is fluent in many languages, dead or not so dead and likes to share his knowledge. 

[headmastercrowley-blog]

Go away || Castiel&Crowley

[the-gordian-knot]

"Hey, I’m off-duty, right, boss?" he asked, his tail wagging furiously behind him. He rarely let himself get so excited in front of others, but Crowley? Crowley somehow made him giddy like a teenager again. He was cradling the book on his lap, fingers sliding over the cover. "And you have excellent taste. In most things."

He put the book reverently down, and then bounded to his feet. He took hold of Crowley’s tie, and tugged, beaming down at him. “Do I get to thank you properly… Sir?” he asked, breathing the title out with a little growl. It was somewhat offset by the tie around his head, making him look a little ridiculous. But happy. Very happy. He beamed, and leaned in close, asking permission before he kissed him.

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"Excellent taste, indeed. In everything except Alphas." Crowley corrected the other, smirking smugly while he crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

Crowley huffed when his tie was tugged and he curled his hands into the other's sweater to pull him in a little closer, but also to keep him at bay. "Depends on how you define normal, love." Crowley purred, pulling himself up to kiss the other and tackle him back to flop down on the couch, Crowley in his lap and arms wrapped around his neck. 

[headmastercrowley-blog]

Go away || Castiel&Crowley

[the-gordian-knot]

"I could always take the jumper off, if you don’t like to celebrate," he offered, tugging at the edge, flashing a little bit of his stomach, and then winking. "Maybe I should have brought some mistletoe…"

But then there was a gift, and he bounced closer, taking the package with a wide grin. He put his hand around it, and used the closeness to steal a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, my Grinch,” he said, and then flopped onto the couch, immediately pulling the wrappings open, and bubbling with pleasure. 

"Oh, you shouldn’t have," he said, in a tone that said ‘I am glad you did’. He tied the tie around his head like rambo, and sat caressing the book’s spine, opening it up to smell the age of the pages. "I love it."

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"Oh shut up!" Crowley grunted, "And take it." He grumbled before sitting down and glancing away as he rolled back and forth his with chair, just watching the other quietly as he unwrapped. 

Smiling softly, Crowley chuckled at the sight and shook his head as he sighed. "Combined with that jumper.. you look so little like the professor I thought you'd be." He grinned. "Glad you do. I did notice you seemed not to be able to take your eyes off my copy." It was his copy. Crowley's had been one of the rarest copies and he didn't manage to get one as unique, so he'd bought a newer one for himself and gifted the other to his.. Alpha. 

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Go away || Castiel&Crowley

[the-gordian-knot]

"Merry Christmas, Sir," Castiel said, pushing into the office with a small present in hand. It was wrapped pretty awfully, with tape all over the place, and the awkward edges covered with ribbon. 

He was wearing a garish Christmas jumper with a snowman on the front. He held out the package (which was a small bottle of his cologne, with a CD he’d made up, and a book with a star-gazing guide). “I just got you a little something. And as you seem to be hiding in here like the Grinch, I guessed you were waiting for Christmas cheer to come and force itself down your throat.”

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Crowley snorted at the sight. Seeing the other with that snowman up front all all awkward and cute. "Nice.. choice of clothing." He grinned slightly, shaking his head a little. He was dressed in a fine suit, as usual. He didn't adapt to everybody else's urge to wear christmas-sy clothes. 

"I'm not hiding, you fool." Crowley growled, "I just don't enjoy Christmas." A small shrug. All the smiling and happy people. Crowley liked being grumpy and on his own on Christmas. It was weird as he usually enjoyed having people around. "You're lovely, as usual." Crowley smiled slightly and pulled open the drawer he'd been eyeing for the last hour. 

He held up his own gift, beautifully wrapped with mighty ribbons and a small sign dangling off the side. He'd gotten the other one of the books he'd eyed ever since he'd first stepped into his office and a nice blue tie since he'd ripped his old one. (He'd lost his temper for a second, a while back.) "Shut up and come get your present." Crowley grumbled.

[headmastercrowley-blog]

Go away || Castiel&Crowley

( the-gordian-knot )

Crowley didn't like Christmas. He knew the kids did and it made them feel at home, so he allowed it in his school, but that didn't mean he had to celebrate anything himself. 

He just wanted to stay in his room, drink and do whatever he felt like doing. If only there wasn't that small present lurking in his drawer. He didn't even know why he'd wrapped it or bought it in the first place. Castiel and him were still... something. He didn't know what they were, but they weren't just acquaintances. That much he knew. He was just too stubborn and embarrassed to sit down and talk to him. Crowley liked to talk, that wasn't it.. he just didn't want to talk about that. 

But he knew Castiel would use Christmas as an excuse to go see the Headmaster again and shortly after he'd given up trying to sleep away Christmas, there was a knock on the door. "You know the door's open."