#dark!crowley

cw: some DEAD DOVE content ahead!!

Crowley picks up the bratty one first. The little thing tries to fight him as it did earlier that day when Crowley caught it and its siblings, sticking their tiny noses where they didn’t belong. The bratty one fought hardest of all, using every little trick and magic it had up its tiny sleeves. Crowley would have laughed it off, but some of it ended up hitting him hard enough to hurt. He bit back a groan before using some real magic to ensnare them all. It’s easy to spot the one he’s after. The bratty cherub is fat like a pigeon, and it makes the most lovely squeaking sounds when Crowley closes his fingers around its body with enough force to make it breathless, pulling it out of the enchanted basket. Its little siblings stare up in horror, their bodies paralysed, feathers and clothes in complete disarray. Crowley hums, ignoring them, too busy examining the soft thing in his hold, enjoying the way the cherub is squirming, trying to free itself now that it is out of the basket’s field. Crowley doesn’t blame it one bit; he knows his reputation precedes him, and the little thing must know what will happen next. Hell, maybe it is even looking forward to it. Cherubs are a kind of angel, after all, and all angels are a nasty lot. Crowley would know. He used to be one. He pulls the little thing as close as he dares so he can inspect its features more carefully. The cherub’s face is as chubby as the rest of its body, and Crowley feels his mouth water at the feel. He prefers his cock sleeves with a little padding on them.

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Complete works:

“Dream of Eden” by sadwendigo. AU, very mysterious, dark and possessive Crowley. Now finished!

“Second temptation” by HipHopAnonymous.

“The Power, the Status” by Shay-Moonsilk.

“Memory Tricks” by Meridians_of_Madness, caution: very dark! Mind the tags.

“Demonic Possession” by Mossyrock, only dark-ish, but hot nonetheless.

“Angleterre” by Scusi

“A Certain Depth of Feeling” by childrenofthesun, maybe not really dark Crowley but nice Crowley being overwhelmed by his dark side.

“Out of the darkness (then we supercollide)” by Vagabond. (Not completely Top!Crowley)

The “Ineffable instincts” series by Buckets_of_stars. Crowley/Aziraphale stories in an A/B/O universe.

The “The Art of Temptation” series by redundant_angel. Dark-ish Crowley

“I’ve got you under my skin” by redundant_angel, post-canon, Crowley has to possess Aziraphale to appease Hell. Now finished. Note: Bottom Crowley

WIPs

“Master Crowley” by DemonsAreMoreInteresting. The first “Hell wins” AU I ever read. Very captivating but still in progress with irregular updates.

“The other side” by fanlan. Chapter 1 was very painful in a good way, but that’s another one I am behind on. Script and Show Aziraphale end up in each other’s universe. It’s a much needed coping mechanism after reading the 1992 Good Omens script. ;)

“Unknowable” by quinoaquin, completely Human AU (no supernatural elements, at least so far), extremely dark!Crowley, please read the author’s tags and warnings.

I’ve got a few things to get down before I copy the fic in here so here we go! First up, thank you ever so much for waiting so very long because I, a soft lesbian, cannot for the life of me figure out how to write Crowley, a dumbass softie at heart, into a Dark figure. It took me a long time and a bit of help. I’d also like to say I have spent about an hour and a half writing this, it took the rest of the time to figure it out. I’m sorry about the wait, basically. Secondly! I really hope you enjoy it! Or that it meets some expectations! Or both! Both preferably but hey ho. Thirdly! This is as dark as I could get Crowley to go and personally I don’t think it’s very dark, sorry about that :D So! Enjoy! Let me know what you thought if you want! 

“Goodnight, angel.” 

The bookshop door closes behind Crowley with a gentle ring of the bell and Aziraphale keeps smiling, softly to himself, as he sets his empty wine glass down on his desk next to the one Crowley had been drinking out of. It’s almost midnight and if it weren’t for Crowley having to go on assignment up to North Wales then they’d still be drinking and laughing. But as it is, he’s got to get up and lock the doors before picking a book to settle down with. It’s going to be a long week without Crowley to pop by and go out to dinner with. 

He’s just pushing himself to his feet, wobbling a little. He should sober up. Which he doesn’t particularly feel like doing, he’s only just edging into drunk instead of tipsy which is an ever so pleasant place to be. That is until a harried looking man barrells through the door with a crash, a small bell in one hand and a lighter in the other. He looks like he’s seen a ghost. Aziraphale sobers up instantly.

“Hello,” Aziraphale says, slightly awkwardly, “is everything alright? It’s just that we’re closed and I don’t really–”

“You’re under attack!” 

Aziraphale stops dead, frowning. “I beg your pardon?”

“Attack! I swear to ya’, I saw the witch ‘ere, just now! Outside ya’ shop.”

The man doesn’t look insane, isn’t twitching or switching to talking to himself. He’s blond and wearing a dull coat with strange patches on but other than that doesn’t seem particularly extraordinary.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand still. Oh! Oh, have you been drinking?”

The man splutters and shakes his head before stashing his bell back in a coat pocket. He tries to peer through one of the front windows, leaning over piles of books. Aziraphale reaches out to tug him back then aborts the motion when the man spins back around, looking ever so slightly calmer. 

“Did ‘e come in ‘ere?” 

“Who?”

“The witch!”

“Uh,” Aziraphale clasps his hands behind his back. “No, no witches here. Who did you say you were, by the way?”

“Shadwell,” the man puffs his chest out, “Sergeant Shadwell, at your service, sir.”

Aziraphale nods and pointedly does not offer his own name in return. “And you’re here because…?”

“To protect ya’, sir. I’ve been trailin’ this particular evil bein’ for some time now. Since I spotted ‘im up to no good in an alley earlier this evenin’.”

Aziraphale nods without actually knowing why because he’s still at a loss. He must mean Crowley, no one else had been near the shop all day, Aziraphale had made sure of it so he could restore one of his prophecy books in peace. Well, it was only Crowley. Worst he ever did was drown a duck.

“Ah, I see. Well, all is well, as you can see.” 

Shadwell shakes his head, wagging his finger imperiously at Aziraphale who leans back a little. “No, no, sir. You’ve not seen what ‘e was doin’ before I found ‘im ‘ere again.”

“Oh?” Aziraphale says, grudgingly realising that this man isn’t going to be turned away so easily.

“I saw this all with my own two eyes, no doubt ‘bout it.”

for @inappropriateggplant

Never hesitate to rec me fics! Even if you know that I know them already and just want to yell how great they are, please do! When I read a good fic, I want to tell people about it, too!

In that case I know the fic, but still am glad you recommended it because it is not on my Dark!Crowley list yet.

Until I did that, for those interested:

“oh, i’m gonna be your bruise” by @oabsalom

Sorry for the late reply, but today I finally found the time to finish the fic.

Thank you so much for the recommendation. It’s a very intriguing and well-written story about a rather demonic selfish Crowley and his change and growth during the centuries. So for anyone interested, here it is:

The Fallen by Bloodrose 84

Oh, I don’t think any of my stories match this description, but it’s a fascinating concept. I think I once started reading a human AU with a similar premise, but it was a WIP and I lost track of it after a while.