#crowley needs some help

[rcreveal]

The Trouble with a Keen Manager-Ch 11

Crowley needs some help from a "Bespoke Tailoring" type of seamstress since he lost most of his powers to a keen manager with an accountability kick. In this chapter Crowley and Madame take a trip to the bank for a little grifting to give Crowley a new start.

Walking down the alley behind “Whicker Street Intimate Massage and Correction” Crowley carried his hand crank and hope that the Bentley would cooperate.  Opening the car door for Madame and handing her into the recently cleaned passenger’s seat, he slipped into the driver’s side.  With a prayer to… well a prayer, anyways, he put the key in the ignition, made sure the parking brake was on, put the car in neutral and let out the choke.

“I’ll just step up front to give her a crank start,” he told Madame who was looking around the immaculate interior appreciatively.

With the bonnet up both to start the car and to obscure Madame’s view, he explained to the Bentley, “Look, I need it to seem like I’m driving, but you’ll be driving, ok?” he fitted the hand crank and gave it only a physical crank, not all the crank he was capable of.  The Bentley turned over, and he took that for assent. “Just follow Madame’s directions, please?” he murmured to the car.

Slipping back into the driver’s seat, Crowley took a deep breath and lightly placed his hands at 10 and 2 on the wheel.

The Bentley kept running.

“Where to, Madame?” Crowley said with a grin.

Navigating through London by Madame’s directions and the whims of his own car meant that Crowley was reliant on the car’s good will towards his benefactor.  Fortunately, they seemed to have taken to each other immediately.  

“Oh! Travel sweets!” Madame exclaimed, as Crowley swiveled his eyes to the silver dish that had miraculously appeared.  Just another reason to believe the Bentley carried her own type of glamor as she smoothly slipped into a legal parking place right in front of a venerable banking institution just as another car pulled out.

Crowley strolled stiffly around the car, which was positively basking in the admiring glances of passersby, to help Madame out of the passenger’s seat.  Tucking her hand in the crook of his elbow, Crowley affected a pleasant and carefree countenance, as Madame pointed out the highlights of the bank’s architecture and told him why this was the best bank in London for him to open an account.

Stepping into the marble entry hall, their heels clicked and echoed in the grand room, designed, Crowley knew, to awe and impress.  Madame sailed in like she owned the place and walked right up to a sharply turned out young man at a teller’s counter.

“Ah, Jeffrey, I have a deposit for the foundation today,” she opened her valaise and passed over several thick envelopes.  Crowley admired the architecture, hands in pockets, freshly minted documents in the new wallet resting in his inner breast pocket, looking pleasantly bored of his “aunt’s” business.

“I brought my dear friend’s nephew, Anthony, here today to open a bank account!  I told him this is the only place to bank in London, I don’t care where he’s got his other accounts.  And I insist  he get a safety deposit box.  I just don’t trust those roommates of his!” she stage whispered.  Crowley rolled his eyes and acted amused, but acquiescent. 

“Whatever she says, of course,” he drawled.

Jeffrey said, “Certainly, I’d be happy to assist you today.  You brought your documents?” 

Madame pulled another sheaf of paperwork from her valaise and handed it to Jeffrey.

“I didn’t want to spend too much time on this errand, today, so I took the liberty of helping Anthony fill out the paperwork at home.”

Jeffrey took the paperwork and flipped through it, only asking to see the pertinent identifying documents referenced in the account applications.  

In less time than it usually took Crowley to inveigle a good scam with miracles, he was handed a cheque book, bankcard, and a safety deposit box key, after a quick trip to the vault to lock up his important documents, minus the drivers’ license, accompanied all the way by his “aunt’s” remonstrances and advice.

They swept out again, Crowley handed Madame back into the Bentley and started the car up with a murmured, “You look really lovely today, wonderful job!” to the Bentley’s open engine, which purred for the rest of the afternoon. 

Several blocks after they’d pulled away from the bank, Crowley asked Madame the burning question, “So is Jeffrey in on the grift or not?”

“There’s no grift, you do indeed have a bank account,” Madame said serenely, 

“Fine, document fraud.  Fake documents, real account.  But does he know the IDs are forgeries?” Crowley persisted.

“Let’s just say that Jeffrey is paying forward a similar service I did for him,” Madame replied, then directed them on a few other errands best done by a high class woman and her nephew before finally turning them towards Whickber street.  “I have to get changed before the after-work crowd comes in,” Madame said as the Bentley neatly parked itself beside Madame’s business.  

Laying a hand lightly on Crowley's forearm, Madame turned to him, “Anthony, I expect you to stay with us until you have secure lodgings again,” her tone was no nonsense and he speculated that none of her personas brooked disagreement with her decrees.  Not bothering to hide his appreciation, Crowley let his mouth drop open in surprise.  Madame expected him to be savvy enough to recognize his continued luck at being in her good graces, (plus, he rather thought she'd decided to make a project of him, he got that from time to time) he said, smooth as the sharp youth she expected, “I would welcome the opportunity to reside at your fine establishment.  Of course, I would help out around the place.  I am pretty handy,” he tried to radiate keen.  Really, he couldn't have found better lodgings.  Living in a brothel would go down a treat in his reports, especially if he was ‘helping’ it along.

Looking satisfied with his response, Madame patted his cheek, “Excellent!” and he thought she approved his act as well as his acquiesce.

Ever the attentive ‘nephew’, Crowley repeated the civility of handing Madame out of the low slung Bentley.  Anything less would have been unutterably rude to both his benefactors, the lady and the car, and he certainly wasn't going to get in the way of such a perfect moment.  With Madame’s hand nestled back in the crook of his arm, he walked her to the back door and waited while she unlocked it.

Standing in the open doorway, Madame turned back,

“What will you do with your evening, Anthony?” He raised his eyebrows in polite inquiry, sure that she had a suggestion.  

“If you would continue to take my advice, I would recommend a quiet one,” 

“Oh, I’ll pop over the road to the bookshop.  See if I can’t pick up some reading material for an evening in,” he said casually, coming towards her proffered cheek.

“Delightful!  Give my regards to Mr Fell,” Madame said, slipping a key into his pocket as he kissed her cheek.  

And a pickpocket! Would this woman’s skills never cease?

Hand tapping on the key, he nodded to her, hauled out a casual smile, and strolled out of the alley directly to A.Z.Fell and Co.

[topaziraphale]

"Stop saying Crowley won't help Aziraphale in S3 he'd go back to him in a HEARTBEAT and nothing would stop him" I get it no one likes the idea of Crowley being bitter after what happened for a long period of time but like can we at least acknowledge that he's currently going through probably the most emotional pain in his life since falling? Can we agree that he's opened his heart entirely - something you couldn't pay him to do unless the world is literally ending and he's desperate - to Aziraphale, and got shot down? Can we understand that he did it AGAIN only to lose Aziraphale again? Not that what Aziraphale did isn't without Crowley's own shortcomings (hiding the truth of Heaven's cruelty from him) but like,,,,

The appeal here isn't Scorned Crowley Doesn't Love Aziraphale Anymore, or Never Wants To Help Him Again, the appeal here is Crowley learning enough self respect to not just walk back right to Aziraphale like nothing happened after Aziraphale has had a pattern of consistently refusing him. Going years ping-ponging between "We're not friends I don't even know him" to "That's what friends are for right?" and "We're friends, why would you even say anything?" and "Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon!"

Like I get it, Crowley is a heartbreakingly forgiving person. Of course he's gonna forgive Aziraphale, I'll be surprised if he didn't forgive him by the time he walked out the bookshop door, but gdi he could at least grant himself the luxury of being at least a little irritated for longer than however long it takes to make a globe and some books float and angrily cry out to God in his flat. But due to the change of pace and dynamic that is establishing part of the conflict for Season 3, I just really like the idea of him for ONCE prioritizing himself and being like "Okay, fine. We'll get back at it when you're ready, then," instead of just taking Aziraphale back like his words and actions meant nothing to him, when clearly they have an effect on him.

What is Aziraphale going to learn if Crowley just accepts what he did so quickly, like he always has the entire time they've been friends? Idk maybe I'm just projecting too much darkness on their dynamic but I mean, if the pattern of Aziraphale pushing Crowley away/disrespecting him one day and then being fine with his friendship the next + Crowley never stopping to be like "Hey, that's not cool, at least give me a little credit" or smth was fine all along and will continue to be fine in the future, then why, after 6,000 years of being friends and loving this demon, can Aziraphale still not accept that Crowley is just fine the way he is, and instead got excited to promote him to an angel in a heartbeat once the opportunity presented itself? You can't blame all of it on Heaven when Aziraphale has demonstrated his free will/defiance to Heaven so many times. Or, I don't know, I guess maybe we can? Maybe I'm just craving too much angst to the point where I'm letting it cloud my analysis of canon. Idk.

[krussyarts]

I'm gonna throw up my brain is so full of these two

[bunchesmcginty]

Maybe the reason Aziraphale and Crowley can sense other angels and demons, when the others don’t seem to notice, is because they have been on earth for a long time where they were literally the only two and have probably honed into the fact that you can feel the presence of the supernatural/occult/ethereal.

Meanwhile angels and demons are always around other demons or angels and so they don’t notice it so much and haven’t honed it like Aziraphale and Crowley have.

[jemmaredgravewhore]

please in s3 can we have maggie and nina returning the matchmaking - creating diversions to coax azi back to earth and then bam! he has to confront crowley on what he thought was just a simple work trip.

the ‘emergencies’ get increasingly more high stakes until they full on stage the birth of the antichrist just to get these 2 heartbroken losers back in the same room again

[wigglebox]

i stg if this prequel confirms that dean is in fact not in heave and is in the empty or some other kind of limbo space i’m going to scream bc it’s probably the only time in my entire life that manifesting something for years will pay off for me and the others who speculated since the finale aired that he was not in heaven at all and the story wasn’t over. 

[obsessedobsesser]

Me writing in my little notes app bullet points for the Ghost Hunter Good Omens fic that I know will never see the light of day

[idledreams4]

bonding with my classmates over The Boys, Gotham, the Destiel shenanigans, and a con we're both going to is amazing. Not undoing the curse I put on either of them, but we are on better terms now ^w^

[beastsovrevelation]

Like I said, I haven't seen Season 2. And, this storyline is far from being uploaded (though, it's my favorite among my Good Omens WIPs).

Still, I'm frustrated, and feel like rewriting a few things (perfect time, I suppose).

I read some comment on Pinterest that Crowley and Beelzebub have sibling energy, and was hooked.

I now want to make them sisters in this one especially. The problem? Beelzebub is supposed to be Crowley's biggest detractor. They despise each other. And, my Antichrist despises Beelzebub, because she's an enemy to her mother. And, I'm very much in the "blood means alliance regardless of feelings" camp.

I mean, the situation could be interesting to explore. They're sisters, and they loathe each other. Beelzebub resents Crowley, for treason, as well as for not appreciating the honour she's endowed with (being the one to first tempt humankind, then becoming the Queen of Hell), and slacking on her duties. They're at a conflict, then reconcile. In truth, they had always loved one another. They'd kill and die protecting one another... Yes, of course, they'll still want to cut each other's throat a lot of the time. 😈

I think, I could add moments of tenderness in the timeline set around the Antichrist's birth, too, just to show they indeed love one another. For example, Beelzebub being by Crowley's side during the key moments, like the birth. Hell... In the later timeline, I had planned a scene where Beelzebub attacks Crowley with a dagger. But, it might as well still happen, then they reconcile. Satan wouldn't even be surprised, he has the same dynamic with Michael. Meanwhile, Maxine would simply be thankful she's the only child (not completely true, but true enough), as siblings in her family are... Yeah.

Beelzebub could get knocked up by Gabriel. Crowley would get incentive to be protective of her sister, like she had been of her. I don't know about this story, but in some story, probably, that'll hapen. It's very beneficial... Politics-wise. I doubt any child would benefit from having these two

as parents...

They (Crowley and Beelzebub) will definitely be siblings in the dream scenario I had talked about (I said I'll put it aside, but I picked at the birth scene already, because I was inspired 🤡). But, siblings with a twist... Think, Crimson Peak AU (this isn't the one, but still). I guess, in this one I can explore actual tenderness between them, far before their relationship takes a turn towards... Well, incest.

All in all, I'll make them siblings in some of my WIPs, but about others, I'm not certain. I guess, it would thicken the fucked up layer in one of them... No, that has nothing to do with incest.

I wanted to put my thoughts into a somewhat coherent form, but, if you stumbled upon this, do tell me... I don't know, what you think. There's so much potential to this dynamic. The sibling one, I mean.

P.S. - Beelzebub is always female in my works, but she's still addressed as "my Lord". Just a random... Headcanon?

[mellowbarbarianpolice1blog]

No one:

Me sweating scrolling social media, with arrhythmia, scared to find GO2 spoiler:

[axvwriter]

CatMask brings Jaxon some gifts

Here's my attempt writing not only a canon character, but someone else's oc. I am not confident in this at all as I'm still new to writing fanfiction for canon stuff. Riddle is from Twisted Wonderland.

CatMask has taken a liking to @ryker-writes's Jaxon.

word count: 1,797

            Jaxon had seated himself near the Ramshackle Dorm’s fence. The old, dilapidated building rarely had visitors around, which made it a nice space for Jaxon to get away from everyone. The lunch he had grabbed before heading here was nearly gone. He brought the remains of the meal to his lips to take a bit but tensed as something brushed against his waist. Glancing over, he saw a black housecat staring into his eyes. Blinking and quickly adjusting his sight back to his meal, he frowned a little. Professor Trein has a cat familiar named Lucius, but he had some patches of white fur. He had seen some sort of cat hanging around some freshman, but that one had some weird fire ear whiskers.

            Plucking a small, cat-friendly piece from his food, Jaxon held it out to the cat still staring into his skull. The cat dropped its gaze to his palm. Leaning its head down, it quickly ate up the piece. Jaxon left his hand outstretched, allowing it the chance to sniff it. The cat stared at his hand, making no motion to sniff it.

            “Oddball.” Jaxon quietly muttered under his breath before slowly moving his hand towards its head. The cat lifted its head up, bumping it into his hand as it resumed its previous staring at his face. He gave it a few cautious pats, but with it showing no sign of hostility or discomfort, relaxed into truly petting it. The cat’s body rumbled in response.

            “Quiet one, huh?” Jaxon smiled a little at the silent purring. He shifted his body to get a bit more comfortable, unintentionally bringing his meal closer to the housecat. The cat shifted its gaze and chomped down on the rest of his food before he could properly react. Jaxon huffed, finding it rather cheeky for doing that. Slowly he wrapped an arm around the cat’s body, testing how far he could go. Upon its lack of response, he pulled the cat into his lap, hugging it somewhat as revenge.

~

            It was late, so late that even most night owls of the school were asleep. Yet Jaxon was out of his dorm, walking about the campus. He had used some of his unique magic on himself to fight back the sleep and nightmares that always came for him. Though was it really worth it when it almost feels like a nightmare could be starting right now? What if he had fallen asleep despite his attempts not to? Why did it feel like something’s following him? That something’s in the shadows, watching him, keeping pace behind, then jumping in front at times.

            Jaxon stopped, forcing in a deep breath. It was just his magic, just lingering longer than it should. He held it as he told himself it was likely a school ghost. Letting out the breath, he wondered how long a ghost would find this funny. How long until the ghost either jumped out at him or gave up and left? If it would show itself, then Jaxon could quickly make it regret messing with him. Crossing his arms, Jaxon decided to wait. It didn’t take long for him to catch glimpses of something white and something brown.

            Furrowing his brow, Jaxon tried to keep his breathing steady as he realized what was approaching did not look like a ghost. A white cat-face-shaped… mask? A white carved stone? A glossy brown guitar that seemed to be levitating in front of the mask? As it got closer, he noticed four white stones? Four white round objects that seemed to take on a walking pattern. It wasn’t until it was a few feet away that he realized it had some sort of body made of shadow. No wonder he had such a hard time seeing it fully before.

            As the creature reached him, it shifted smoothly onto its hind legs. It stopped, slouched, as its odd face reached the same height as his own. Jaxon stared at the being, taken aback. This didn’t look like a direbeast nor like a ghost. What in the twisted wonderland could it be? Was the creature becoming impatient with him? Perhaps as it was now, lightly pushing the guitar into him. Without thinking too much about it, Jaxon reached up and took the guitar. Once the guitar was in his hands, the creature slunk back down to all fours. Did it’s face change? Weren’t those teeth grooves slanted before?

            Something moved behind the being, catching Jaxon’s attention away from its weird face. Blinking, he realized it was the creature’s tail. Its tail moving lazily side to side. More movement caused him to snap his gaze back to its face. Which was sinking into its body? The face? The mask? The mask seemed to sink into the creature’s head, dimming it to match the same off-white of the stones in its… feet? Jaxon tensed as it reached one of its legs up, reaching for him- wait no, it was reaching for the guitar. It plucked a cord.

            “Do you… want me to play?” Jaxon breathed out. If this was some sort of nightmare, it was on the oddly calm side. Sure, he had never seen something like this before and it had stressed him by silently stalking after him in the dark… but it didn’t seem aggressive at all. Shifting his weight to subtly shake out some nerves, Jaxon plucked each one of the cords. The guitar sounded to be perfectly tuned. Keeping his eyes on the creature in front of him, he started to strum out a song.

            After a couple of songs, Jaxon suddenly realized the empty space in front of him. He stopped, looking off to the sides to try to figure out where it went. Did he really get caught up in playing to lose sight of the creature? Or did it somehow teleport? Then he felt light pressure on his shoe, prompting him to look down. At his feet was the black cat from lunch earlier today. It had one paw on his shoe, staring up at his face. Its gaze felt way too similar to the shadow being’s unblinking gaze for this to be a coincidence.

            He knelt down and the cat reached up, using its paw to pluck a cord. Was this something that familiars could naturally do? He didn’t recall ever hearing about familiars being able to transform. Jaxon sat down, getting comfortable. The cat climbed onto his lap, nosing at the guitar strings.

            “Demanding little crap.” Jaxon half-heartedly grumbled. He strummed away, creating melodies for the cat which curled up on his lap, refusing to blink or even move its gaze away from his face.

            It wasn’t until near dawn that he saw the cat shift back into the large shadow being from before. The sight was rather odd. It was as if its fur grew and extended into a big fuzzy blob until it smoothed out into shadow. The transformation was rather fast, making it difficult to take in even that. Instead of an increased feeling of weight on his lap, it lightened instead. Its shadowed mask pushed out of its head and the grooves of its teeth slanted. He felt a pressure tug at the guitar. Letting go of it, he watched as the odd creature walked away with the guitar levitating in front of its carved mouth. Watching it slink away, Jaxon could roughly guess it to be a foot longer than his own height.

~

            Jaxon sat at a table in the library, rubbing at his forehead. It had been a few days since he saw that odd familiar. Familiars are supposed to help their mages, right? He wondered if he could somehow get that familiar to help him understand what he was reading. Though would it even help him? Familiars are loyal to only one mage at a time, right? He briefly wondered if he could ask Lucius for help, but the idea of the cat telling the professor how stupid he is…

            Jaxon grumbled, shifting up in his seat as he heard a slight commotion. Must be some freshmen getting a bit rowdy in the library. He took a moment to stretch out his limbs, waiting for someone to quiet them down.

            “Enough. Quiet in the library.” A somewhat familiar voice caught his attention. Jaxon looked over as the most bizarre sight arrived before him. The shadow creature, which he could have sworn was taller than that, was walking on its hind legs as Riddle seemed to levitate in front of its mask. The beet red of the boy’s face portrayed that Riddle had not agreed to be carried about like this. Yet he wasn’t casting off fire spells. Had he simply given in to the odd being’s whims?

            With a quiet thud, it released its hold on the back of Riddle’s blazer collar, dropping him by Jaxon’s table. Reaching its head past Riddle, the creature pulled a chair out. Riddle glared at the shadow that barely reached over his head.

            “What is the meaning of this?” Riddle asked, just to find himself being pushed into the chair by one of the creature’s feet. Riddle huffed and adjusted himself. The shadow leapt up, transforming into a cat as it gracefully landed onto the table. Riddle briefly focused his attention on Jaxon.

            “Is this your doing?” Riddle shifted his gaze away as the cat nosed the open book on the table over towards him.

            “No… I don’t know what it’s doing.” Jaxon answered, watching the cat. Riddle reached out to take the book, pulling it closer and briefly glancing over the page.

            “This is one of the third years’ study subjects.” Riddle stated and glanced curiously at the cat, the red finally fading from his face. The cat nodded then looked over at Jaxon. Riddle followed its gaze, giving Jaxon a questioning look. Jaxon stared in surprise and offered a small shrug. The black cat suddenly reached over and batted Jaxon’s face. Riddle let out a small laugh.

            “If only it would talk.” Riddle tapped the cat, gaining its attention. “Come on, I’m quite good at animal linguistics. Tell me what you want from us.”

            “…”

            “I’m not sure it can talk.” Jaxon muttered. Riddle let out a huff.

            “Trey thinks so too. I don’t need to look over this subject… Do you want Jaxon to show me something in this book?” Riddle asked. The cat stared into Riddle’s eyes for a moment before reaching a paw out to Jaxon’s head. It seemed to pat Jaxon’s head.

            “Right, I forgot that Trey’s mentioned its not very good with yes or no questions.” Riddle sighed. “I’m afraid we’ll have to figure out what it wants as I doubt it’ll let me leave.”

~~~

CatMask brought Riddle to Jaxon to try to get Riddle to tutor Jaxon. Those two are stuck there until they finally figure it out or until Trey comes to get Riddle and CatMask.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

</3 (my fictional heart breaking fr at the thought of my fictional men not kissing)

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

I think there‘s something very relateable about Crowley starting the universe and being all happy about this thing he made with all the creativity he‘s got, seeming rather innocent I might add, and being mad when being told that they‘ll just take it away again. He‘ll just tell God it‘s a dumb idea, that‘ll do it. What the hell should happen if God doesn’t like it right?

Yeah, hell basically.

And then he gets cast out and develops a sense of what-about-ism only because he understands all the fucked up things that are going on and that nobody that matters in the great scheme of things really cares.

And I think that‘s kinda like growing up.

Being all innocent and happy until you start to ask those uncomfortable questions. Until you start to question the narrative you were born into. Your parents, the people around you, the world, the meaning of life and even yourself. There‘s people who will hate you for that.

And then there‘s things you don’t even want to think about because there is sometimes simply is no answer to Why. Or at least no satisfying one. And in the end all it does is make you miserable & hopeless. But once you’re in too deep there is no way back because reality already tainted you too much.

There‘s people who‘ll look down on you for that as well.

Once you‘ve lost hope and trust in the world & people around you, it‘s hard to get it back.

That‘s why it‘s important to have people or things in your life who/that can give you hope & whom you can trust when things get though.

Enter found family / Aziraphale.

[ninadove]

💙 Clemmy Week - Day 3 ����

Family/Investigation

Family photo with the kids, Grandpa and the furry baby!

Bonus under the cut!

Clive is very tired

[dream-in-a-jar]

omg coming back to this post I just saw someone post this picture of furfurs book or guide about angels, specifically aziraphales entry:

"Known Earthly Occupations: Bishop" [among others ofc]

he fucking IS ordained!!! and not only that, he can ordain other priests!!

this is so hilarious, aziraphale really went hmmm what if i decided how the church is run and just...got himself fully ordained, despite being a whole ass angel

how many licenses do you think aziraphale has? hes got one for possession of a firearm, and made them give him a test so he could get one to drive a car. what else has he done in order get a silly little slip of paper that says he can do something cool with a Human Invention? like i know hes a literal angel of heaven but do you think hes ordained

[pomefioredove]

can I request house wardens + leech twins with a reader who doesn't eat enough bc Crowley doesn't give them enough for food, and they end up really ill and collapsing or something. I'm cravin some fluffy comfort rn, pls and thank you 🙏

I got you🫡🫡 as someone who's been through an eerily similar situation, I really liked this request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ another crowley moment™️

type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jade, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, mentions of food and not eating

Riddle wouldn't even have to like you to rush to your side. but he does like you, which makes it all the worse

after checking your vitals, you're in the infirmary. he's got doctors for parents, after all, and he knows that malnutrition is bad

he should have seen the signs...

with exams coming, he's been so busy, and he assumed that you were just tired from studying

but he can feel guilty later. right now, he needs to focus on you getting well again, and not killing Crowley

(then, of course, he'll look for some legal statute or clause that he can threaten Crowley with so you're fed properly)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leona noticed you'd been acting a little weird lately, but watching you collapse still puts him in shock

luckily, Ruggie and Jack are nearby to help you to the infirmary, so Leona can focus on hunting Crowley down like an animal

there are very few times where Leona is particularly grateful for his status, but this is one of them. just one word on how his family will be hearing about Crowley's neglect, and the old bastard is begging him for forgiveness

even after that, Leona still sends Ruggie with snacks and drinks to Ramshackle

and if you ever scare him like that again, you'll regret it (lovingly)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

the news of you collapsing during flight lessons reaches Octavinelle rather fast. no one is particularly surprised, since Floyd had mentioned how easily you'd been bruising lately just the night before, but everyone is certainly worried

Azul is the first at your side, asking you all sorts of questions, worried sick. Jade has to remind him to give you space to rest, since you look exhausted (had you always had those dark circles? how could Azul have not noticed?)

now, Azul and the tweels could easily find a way to pressure Crowley, but they know better than to trust him

from now on, you'll be eating in the Mostro Lounge, free of charge

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

perhaps Kalim was just oblivious, because he really didn't think anything was wrong until you were suddenly on the floor in front of him

sure, you'd been a little moody lately, but he figured it was just a thing you were going through. and besides, you know that you can talk to him about anything... right?

Jamil hurries to check your pulse, and shouts for him to get the school nurse- which is jarring, because Jamil never shouts

when you explain everything to Kalim later, he feels... terrible. he should've known- no, he should've asked

Kalim insists you stay at Scarabia while you're recovering, and makes sure you have the most enriching, delicious meals money can buy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Vil knew it was bad, but not this bad. if he had known you were on the verge of collapsing, he would've taken a firmer approach to getting you to eat

you're going to worry him to death someday, you know that?

after he's done verbally eviscerating Crowley, he'll insist on joining you at every meal. he'll eat at Ramshackle, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, if that's what it takes

he's subtle about it, at least

if he notices that your plate feels empty, he'll just take some food from his and put it on yours. gracefully, elegantly, without a word

you'll come home one day to see your kitchen stocked with vitamins, supplements, and apples (courtesy of Epel)

<3 and a note that says he'll treat you to dinner whenever you want

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

never scare Idia like that ever again. he wasn't even with you when you collapsed, and he STILL nearly had a heart attack

listen, he knows he's not a great role model when it comes to nutritional eating, but you have got to tell him these things. he would've had Ortho go get takeout! or something!

typical Crowley behavior, SMH. what does he think you are? a rabbit? even the school horses get treated better...

no way that Idia is going to even bother with that old fart, anyway. you want something? he'll get it for you. you don't even have to ask, he'll just send food to your place (and have Ortho check your vitals more often but shhh)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

I would not want to be in the room when Malleus finds out about this

not even the building. you know what? I'd steer clear of the whole island, because it will not be pretty

when you collapse in front of him, it feels like he's dying, too. the panic sets in, and he sends Lilia to look after you, and Silver and Sebek to escort you to the infirmary, and then he casually threatens to smite Crowley. obviously

if the students and staff of NRC thought Malleus was scary just being Malleus, he's terrifying when he's mad

(rest assured that you will be getting ten times the amount of food from now on)

it's thunderstorms for days after, but he never leaves your side