Teacher/Staff x fem reader (Platonic)
Crewel was the first to notice something was wrong. No young and normal puppy would ever be okay in this situation. He knew how you came to twisted wonderland as it was told during a staff meeting with Crowley.
His heart clenched when he realized that one overblot wouldn't be the last overblot you'd see and experience and fight, you where too mature for your age, too mature for a first year, pups like you where meant to be messy and carefree too.
Not this. Watching you survive every calamity, every time someone got hurt, every time someone overvloted and every time you fought tooth and nail to bring them back and not die with the blot and lying and saying you're fine, normally he dosen't condone lying—but he knew your lying was out of survival. You felt like you couldn't afford to go soft.
If only Crowley did his job right for once, a shabby dorm, a hazardous fire breathing cat, and NRC's tendencies.
Neither did it sit right with Trein. He saw how you slowly broke in silence, how much a tol everything was—you were an orphan in this world, you had no magic and you where at a disadvantage every corner it felt almost impossible how it always did.
Trein didn't like Crowelys approach, it felt more like exploiting someone than actual benevolence. You where a child, a child that seemed to act more adult than Crowely.
You deserved basic decency, and a time for yourself, too. The stress he saw you accumulate didn't sit right with him. A stress Crowely should be taking, not you.
As for Vargas? At first he was...oblivious, something he hated to admit, but slowly with time, even he saw what NRC did to you, the wariness, the need to be mature and alert.
At first he thought you where just quite adaptable, then he got a hold of himself, why does a child need to be so mature? Overblots. He himself never experienced one, but to know a squirt like you did, multiple times made him think for once other than about sports and athletics.
A child should learn the basics, not jump to the harder work sets, the mental gymnastics you did to survive was palpable even for him. And he was a guy that did sports like as if it was sleep.
There was a difference between passion and survival.
Sam was a guy that really did his job with a smile, the moods of children didn't affect him. Or shouldn't. But even his smile seemed to harden at seeing you go through hell and back due to an incapable headmaster that couldn't bother to even be there for said overblots.
Maybe it was pity, maybe it was sympathy, but all your purchases where 10% off. Consider it his way to saying he cared enough to do that.
Because Crowely surely didn't.
Everyone and their mothers really thought you'd remain 'fine', a good part of everyone believed or hoped it would be so. You might not be able to overblot yourself, but even you could break down. Not only taken out from your world, but too, a girl, in an all boys school, you had your monthly struggles that needed more accommodation, something you had to quite literally fight with Crowely over for.
The right to exist in a place you where never meant to be in.
Your cries broke the staffs heart when they heard it, Crewel was the first one to be there, then Trein, then even Vargas, heck even Sam was there, only crowely remained away.
A small part of him felt guilty, yet at the same time his shamelessness stopped and kept him rooted. Watching from afar as you broke down, perhaps taking some of your load would be wiser..than..this, atleast.
Crewel handed you a tissue, Vargas rubbed your back soothing circles, Trein was there to speak, he had daughters of his own, and his girl dad instincts kicked in right then and there. Sam provided snacks.
"Child, for the love of seven, please stop saying you're fine when you're not, Okay? We are all here for you. Perhaps not Crowely but everyone in this College. You're an extraordinary student of your own, but one cannot grow when one is in eternal survival. It's time to be a kid, y/n." Trein assured.
"Pup, it's time to stop playing full grown and be a pup for once. Let the grown-ups handle things when it's too much. You are supposed to say when it's too much, you are allowed to say when you need a breather." Crewels ruffled your hair.
"Training is fine, both mental and physical, but emotional well being is more important. Especially for you, even I know Crowely is often incapable as a headmaster but you can let us know when the work out is too hard!" Vargas continued rubbing your back.
"Little Imp, if life gets tough, even I'll be there to support you. Life is tough, but your life is meant to give you a break and not out you through constant frenzy like a shopping spree with full prices." Sam handed you a snack bag free of charge.
And Crowely? Crowely perhaps felt something akin to...guilt.
"I...I just can't do this anymore, it's not okay anymore, nothing makes sense any more—me being here, these overblots, I could've died! And Crowely just..just expects me to go back to normal, again and again and again!! Where was he when they overblotted?" You cried, finally breaking down.
And after an hour or so, crying, letting it out, everyone concluded with themselves to protect You, even a little so by Crowely.
You deserved better, you have done more than you where given credit for.
And that was inexcusable.
Your pain was valid. And that showed what a told a place could be to a growing girl like yourself.
