#evil crowley

[bea-n-art]

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[stets-owo]

Could Be Worse... A new demonic fanfic by stets

Wooo, gave myself shivers there. I gotta stop for a bit.

Check out the start to this new one-shot if you're feeling up to it!

Summary: "On a slightly overcast day when Aziraphale had been paying a social call to Tadfield, he and the young antichrist Adam had gotten into a conversation about what it was like in Heaven, or Hell for that matter. That's where he came from, anyway, and he'd met his dad, and a handful of demons, and that was it. He'd read things too, but you can't trust the things you read these days. Adam wasn't satisfied with what he heard. "They sound too human" He complained. The result of this conversation was more shocking than Aziraphale could have imagined. Heaven and Hell, at the will of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, had become decidely less human. And that included parts of it that were very dear to Aziraphale, and which lived not so far from him in London."

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[vivi-theakuneko]

This was supposed to be early access for Patreon but I cannot log in for some reason. So here it is.

Plot and character list

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[nowkatnotmad]

Some foolish draws...

"The Best Revenge42000 or something"

It was fun to draw anyway

[bea-n-art]

Devil Crowley, leader of the forces of Hell.

How I imagine Crowley as the hell equivalent of Suprime Archangel, or as a devil.

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[knightinshiningimpala]

"Why didn't you call me last night, Darling, after we made love? Is this your little way of saying you don't love me anymore? Was that another one of your one night stands?" He grips tightly to the fabric of Dean's shirt, looking hurt. "I love you, Dean. Please don't do this to me again."

"....I"

He had no idea what to do or what to say. The man was visibly upset and obviously knew him. And they were... lovers? Ok, that hadn't been something he was expecting. Was he gay? Dean tried to think of the man in a sexual setting and although he felt no immediate arousal, he wasn't put off by the idea either.

Green eyes widened and his mouth fell open as his shirt was gripped and the man declared his love for him. This was weird... It was bad. Very bad. Should he play along? If this was his lover then.... And he had woke up this morning not knowing anything, so he supposed he had gone missing sometime last night.  

"I'm sorry... I..."

Should he tell him? Should he leave? What if this was the love of his life? He might fuck everything up if he said something wrong. And that would be... Well... Unimaginable.

"I... Uh... I'm so, so sorry... But I... I think I had an accident... Head trauma or something.... I... I can't remember anything. I'm sorry..."

Oh god that sounded so damn lame. But what else was he supposed to say?