Daddy End
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Please see me after class
That's what was scrawled on the top of your paper.
"What did you do?" You hissed at your kitty companion, who was usually the reason you had to stay after class. If you could go back in time, you would tell yourself not to accept "beast tamer" as a title.
"Nothin'" he hissed back. "Maybe you're the one who messed up this time."
"Not likely," you hissed back, before seeing Crewel giving you a disapproving stare. You turned back to your cauldron, deciding to grill your roommate later.
"Everything okay?" Alano, your lab partner from Octavinelle, asked.
"Yeah, Crewel just wants me to talk to him after class."
"Do you want me to wait for you?"
"No, but I appreciate the offer. It means a lot."
You gave him a reassuring smile, and he nodded skeptically, before adding another item to the cauldron.
After a tense 45 minutes, the class cleared out, and you stood before Crewel's desk. He sat back in his chair for a moment, and sighed.
"As I understand it, I haven't been chosen to be your husband, by your cat."
"Wha-" you started, but he cut you off by pressing a red gloved finger to your lips.
"No, no, it's alright, pup. If I am truly not worthy, then I shall have to accept that."
His finger to your lips turned into a gentle caress, ending with his hand resting on the side of your neck. Your head was spinning, as his cologne clouded your senses. After a pause, he gave another heavy sigh, before saying in a low voice,
"But if you ever change your mind, and want to give me a second chance," he gently squeezed your neck, not enough to hurt you, just enough to send a shiver up your spine, before slowly pulling his hand away, "Even just for one evening, where I can feed you the finest of delicacies and dress you in the finest of clothes, and simply bask in your presence, you know where to find me."
He sat down, and began working on papers, as though he hadn't just told you that your kitty roommate had ignored your orders not to sell you off, while simultaneously making you wish he'd sold you off, specifically to him.
"Um, professor?" Your tongue was lead in your mouth, and you felt like you'd need to drink a lot of water with how dry your mouth felt.
"Divus, my pet."
He wasn't even looking up at you. You made an attempt to clear your throat.
"D-Divus, I don't know anything about what you're talking about…"
He gave an unenthusiastic hum.
"But I wouldn't be opposed…"
Another hum.
"That is, if you wanted to…"
He looked up at you, face blank. Your cheeks started to burn, and you prayed to whatever was out there that he didn't know how flustered he had made you. You weren't that lucky, though. You were pretty sure he knew.
"You know…" you finished, pretty much below a whisper.
He stared at you for a moment, before gasping.
"Could it be, my favorite pet feels the same as I do?" He stood, his eyes widening. "Could it be, I still have a chance with you?"
He reached out his hand to cup your cheek, before faltering, and holding it in place. You gently took his outstretched hand in yours, giving it a light squeeze.
He smiled a gentle, relieved smile, and it struck you how he wasn't that much older than you really. He still was just a lovestruck school boy, who'd happened to be smart enough to graduate earlier than some, and rose through the ranks quickly, probably due to some money saving scheme of Crowley's. He seemed just as nervous about asking you out as you were about him.
"I know this classy little pasta restaurant. It's not overly luxurious, but still fancy. Would you meet me back here in an hour, so we could go together?"
There was that schoolboy light in his eyes again.
You nodded, and he kissed the back of your hand, before gently shooing you out.
You were far too flustered to notice Grim and Crowley standing in the doorway and glaring at Crewel.
"And that's how it's done, gentlemen," Divus said with a smirk, once you were out of earshot. He grinned at Grim.
"Don't worry too much about it, kitty, you'll have plenty of riches and deluxe tuna from me, even though it hurt dreadfully to know you didn't pick me."
Crowley pouted even deeper.
"You're lucky I'm so generous, or…"
"Or what? Face it, Dire, we both know who the better sugar daddy is here."
And with that he brushed past both of them, humming a happy little tune to himself as he prepared for his date.
The End
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