Characters are not mine- A story request from my Tumblr-

Anon: Camp Half-Blood Crobby AU where Crowley is a minor god and Bobby is an activities director.


"Alright everybody, 'nough training for today, head back to your cabins!" Mr. Singer shouted, waving the rowdy demigods towards the main trail to the camp, he pulled out his clip board, scribbling down a few notes before cutting around time frames, "You guys looks like you went a few rounds with a hydra." He mumbled the last part more to himself, but that didn't mean that the others didn't catch wind of it.

A few demigods chuckled to themselves, and ended up waving their goodbyes to a few of their friends before heading off. A few stayed behind to finish some of there combat training, and others were catching their breath. It was no matter, as long as they made it back to the camp in one piece.

The magical boarder would hold, Robert had no doubt about that; but after that last run in with the bull, he'd rather not take his chances, waiting patiently as the few stragglers finished up and began running off to find their friends.

The field looked clear, as far as he could tell, before he began his stroll back to the main section of the camp. He had a few things he had to look into, before he went to seeing about the new recruits coming in for some open positions in staff, one of them being a Centaur. A few demigods would be joining them soon, which isn't something that's usually scheduled, (The idjits just drop in whenever, at least that's what it feels like.) So at least he was a bit prepared with prepping the rooms.

Robert checked his clip board again, before sighing, he had a bit he had to do; checking the time, he realized he might not even get dinner at this rate.

Walking by the crowd of adolescents, he was able to make it to his office like space without much difficulty, slipping inside the open doorway before heading to his works space.

His desk was covered with old mythological testaments, and Greek god, to Roman god mythology. Papers scattered his desk, setting his clipboard off to the side, he made quick work of removing most of it, patting them down into neat piles before filing them away. He'd deal with organizing later.

Robert had finally sat down when he heard a quaint knock near the cabins doorway.

"Knock knock," came the familiar English drawl, and Robert wasn't sure if he could roll his eyes any harder than he did in that moment.

Crowley, Demigod son of Hyde's, youngest of two older brothers; Bianca di Angelo, and Nico di Angelo, stepped into the mans 'office space' casually, hands tucked Into his black trench pockets. "Hello, Robert."

Crowley was the only demigod not to call him by Mr. Singer- Nobody called him Robert; but he'd long ago given up on trying to make him stop. Never worked, and when it did, it never stuck.

"Yeah? What do ya' want?" Direct, always be direct with him, otherwise you'd be stuck and sucked into a line of pleasantries that ended in flirting on the others half- Roberts been down that lane too many damn times not to be careful.

"What? Can't stop by to see my favorite raggedy man?" Crowley teased, stepping further into the room, "I'm wounded."

Robert huffed softly to himself. Maybe if he said nothing, he'd go away.

If only it was that easy.

"So tell me, darling." He began, taking a seat on the edge of the mans desk, pushing aside some books to make room. "You busy tonight?"

"Very much so, actually." Robert answered, skimming flipping through a few pages on his clip board. "So if you don't mind, I'd like to get started."

"Oh, but that's no fun." And here he was, actually hoping that he would get out of this easily. Robert frowned, but didn't give the demigod the pleasure of eye contact, to he continued to idly scan the pages.

"You know what you should do?" Now that was really close to his ear, Robert nearly jumped when he felt the air brush by his cheek. The words were purred out slowly, seductively, moreover suggestively. The man steered himself, glancing at the demigod and flashing an unamused glare.

Crowley didn't even flinch. If anything, his grin grew wider.

"You've been working so hard," He began, and it took a moment for the man to realize that the demigod had somehow maneuvered himself on his side of the desk without him noticing. "And I just want to cut out that.. tension, you've been carrying."

Robert flinched slightly at the words, but nothing he thought the other would notice. However, the little jerk of muscle was exactly what demigod was looking for. Crowley smirked.

"Just one more time-" The demigod chuckled in his ear, keeping his voice low, "We both need a bit of a breather."

A warm hand made contact with the mans inner thigh, tensing at the sudden pressure, but eventually relaxing into the touch. The man looked up at the demigod, whom, in retrospect, had this victorious look sprawled across his face.

His and Crowley's relationship was a… difficult one. But it worked out in the end, he supposed. He's been able to avoid his advances before, and he's fallen down that lane too many times to count, but sometimes, when work got stressful, or his worries got a bit over head- Crowley was always, for whatever reason the bastard had, by his side.

Robert wouldn't understand why he nodded, and let the demigod press his lips against his own; he didn't know why he let him have his jolly way with him, and really didn't know why they did so in his office (He had no damn door, he's surprised nobody's walked in on them- hell, he's surprised nobody's heard them. Crowley's a bit of a vocalist if you really try.)

But he did give in, and he'd continue to give in until they're eventually caught, and even then, maybe, he'll still let go.


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