Hi again everyone! More drabbles yay! This one was done with an OC angel, who really is just Aziraphale from Good Omens, only with a different name. As such, Crowley has the same relationship with him. MWAHAHAHAHA...I still think my headcannon about Crowley being a fallen angel is true. And I will continue to believe it!
Leave an "Zip Me" in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
Crowley burst into the place where Elias was staying. The angel peered up from the book that he had been reading.
"Angel, I am taking you shopping." Elias just stared blankly at Crowley for a little while longer, before looking back to his book. "That's nice, dear."
Crowley rolled his eyes, not at all surprised by the reaction. Elias was a monster went it came to shopping. And not in the 'go all the time and love shopping' sense. Oh no….it was the complete opposite. The 'I hate shopping so I'm going to pretend that it doesn't exist' type of monster.
"Its not that kind of shopping, Elias. I brought some clothes over, which you will like or else, and then I'm going to get rid of all the clothes that you don't need." Elias just waved a hand and went back to his book. Crowley grinned. Perfect.
He bounded up to Elias room, and quickly sprang open the closet, hoping Elias wouldn't catch on before he was done with his job.
Quickly, Crowley pulled out a huge bag from inside his jacket and set it on the ground. He then ran into Elias' closet and pulled out all of the jumpers, 60's style, and just plain unfashionable clothes and dumped them in a pile on the floor. From his bag, he pulled out a few expensive looking suits, with some nice jackets, pants, shirts, the works, as well as several comfortable and still classy looking sweatshirts. There was no need for Elias to be wearing that completely out of style jacket anymore.
Crowley had almost finished putting everything unfashionable inside the bag when Elias barged into the room, red faced and angry. He spotted his clothes inside of the bag and Crowley immediately grabbed it the bag and moved to the other side of the room.
"Clothes, now. Crowley." Elias' face was hard with anger.
"Sorry, angel. You desperately need new clothes, and since you always make a fuss, I had to do it another way."
"But I like my clothes!" Elias shrieked, lunging at Crowley who danced away.
"Nope! Time to update your wardrobe." Crowley made sure to hide the bag behind him. Elias started glowing, his angelic powers causing a strong tingle of warning in Crowley.
"Oi, angel! Will you please relax? Here, I'll even let you keep one thing." Crowley had no intention of getting smited today over clothes. And if that involved Elias keeping one of his favored ugly clothes….then he could deal.
"My jacket? Hand over my jacket." Elias demanded, hand outstretched. Crowley resisted the urge to bang his head on the wall. Out of everything, he just had to chose the absolute worst one.
"Really Elias? Can't you pick something else?" Elias started glowing faintly again, his anger very apparent. Crowley sighed theatrically again and handed him his jacket from the bag.
"Thank you, my dear." Elias brightened and started nuzzling his old jacket.
"Please promise me you'll only wear it around the house. Otherwise I will risk my being to burn that thing." Elias glared again, and Crowley glared right back.
"I got you a ton of nicer things and you're going to enjoy it and actually wear them, right? Otherwise you're a terrible angel. You can't wear these tartan thing or whatever this material is. Its not fashionable, angel! No one will ever take you seriously if you wear this. But people might if you wear these!" Crowley held up one of the suits.
"But those are so uncomfortable!"
"They are not. Now wear them and be happy." Crowley turned to leave and then Elias' hand stopped on his shoulder.
"Crowley…..thank you, I suppose. But if you come anywhere near my jacket, I will make sure you suffer." Elias' face was dead serious. Crowley smirked anyways.
"I'm sure you will, darling. I must be off now. Sayanora!" Crowley left, knowing that Elias' would finally start wearing things from this decade. He was an angel like that.