#inquisitivelydamned

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@inquisitivelydamned

Metatron had led Aziraphale out of the bookshop and they were heading over to the cafe with the angel a few steps behind the archangel, when suddenly Aziraphale was grabbed from behind. They were pulled around a corner before Metatron could know he was gone.

Aziraphale was missing.

Everything afterwards was a blur. Things became darker, smellier... if he had been able to think about it, Aziraphale would have realised he was now in Hell before it was too late.

Time went by, by what amount they had no idea, and there was no sign of him on Earth.

But down in Hell, sprawled across a large, aged and torn looking chair was a very different Aziraphale.

Gone were the white blonde curls. In their place, longer, jet black curls fell around their face. Framing slimmer features that were accentuated now by a a smattering of stubble styled into a beard. The long trenchcoat, waistcoats and suit were gone also. Replaced by a dirtied and greying white v-neck tshirt along with leather trousers and calf length leather coat.

A delirious and slightly off putting chuckle came from Aziraphales lips as he bounced a foot whilst his leg hung over one of the arms of the chair.

"I should have gotten down here sooner... what a delicious place this is..."

[wayfaringstrangxr]

Starter for @inquisitivelydamned

Aziraphale had been so busy with his new duties that he hardly noticed the days passing by. Despite the endless list of things he must do, the arcangel isn't so excited about it, he feels incomplete. Most things would be so much simpler if Crowley were there, they've been through so much together and knew so much about Earth and humanity... Most angels didn't even know the average time of a human life and it was pointless try to explain anything.

Week after week Aziraphale would send a note to Muriel back at his bookshop. The note always had the same two questions: "You haven't sold any books, have you?" and "Did he changed his mind?" and the answer was always the same as well: "No and no."

This was the 34th note Aziraphale was writing and he simply stared at the paper for a long time, wondering what he should write. After several minutes - or perhaps hours - he still has no idea. He seem to be missing something important, but he couldn't remind what it was. So a thought came to his mind; He would visit the bookshop. No one would miss him if he left for a hour or two...

Taking the lift below, Aziraphale opened a big smile to the sight of the bookshop, his heart become warm and his cheek gain color again. Closing to the door, the sign could be read "closed", which made him happier, because then no books would be sold.

The angel entered the bookshop and took a deep breath, smelling the familiar scent of the store. "Hello Muriel!" He says happily. "I thought about popping in and say hello myself." Aziraphale raises his head to stare at a sudden movement and lift his eyebrows at the sight of a man standing across the shop. He had red hair and a funny tattoo of a snake close to his ear, sunglasses covered his eyes and Aziraphale asked himself why he would wear sunglasses inside.

The bookshop was closed, so the angel got curious. "Who are you?"

[protectxthem]

@inquisitivelydamned asked: "🙆" first Instinct is Aziraphale, but surpise me?

Send "🙆" to play with my muse’s hair. | Accepting

It was very rare for Lucifer to play favorites with his demons, hell even the Dukes and Princes of Hell only rarely ever got to be his favorites, but when he did, he would let them get away with almost anything. This time his favorite was Crowley.

Lucifer was sitting on his throne, rubbing his temples, trying to stop a headache from forming. The feeling of thin fingers in his hair has him shuddering and holding back a moan of pleasure, because who was he kidding he was touch-starved.

A small and rare smile formed on his lips as he leaned into the other's hand and fingers as they played with his hair. "You can sit if you'd like and continue."

[therelentless]

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

{ @inquisitivelydamned ;;

"No. Even better!" He saw this in one of those youtube videos, and once he saw the opportunity, he had to try it. "I made a popcorn garland." He turned around to show it to him. "You can decorate pretty much anything you want with it. Did you know you can also make bracelets too? bracelets out of popcorn!" He sounded terribly excited. "I would have never thought about that."

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@eyeless-smiles asked:

Send ★ to pin my muse to the wall ((with a knife to Crowleys neck for extra effect uwu))

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Staring straight into dark sunglasses that mirrored his own, he said nothing at first. Not even when the knife was pressed against his throat. The cool blade touching his skin. "Not the smartest thing to do. Could get yourself in a lot of trouble trying to off a demon." Crowley's voice was calm, though he would be rightfully pissed if anything happened to his body. He liked this one. Had it for over 6000 years. It was too difficult to get a new one. "So much paperwork and I would not care for it." Teeth gritted together, emphasizing his distain.

The Nightmare bristles with similar contempt as he uses his weight to keep the Demon pinned unceremoniously against the alley wall. Gnashing maws almost snarling behind the privacy of his shades as the Corinthian's mind reels.

What the fuck is a demon doing here?

The Nightmare never cared much for Hells occupants. Lucifer has always been a thorn in his Creator's side. How many demons has the Corinthian had to combat over the millenia in order to appease Dream of the Endless?

It seems some of that lingering resentment towards Hellspawn has remained. Sharp steel remaining threateningly closed to Crowley's neck.

"What are you doing up here?"

The Corinthian's drawl is laced with distrust. Suspicion radiates from the Dreamkin as his thoughts turn to the possibility of Lucifers forces searching for the incapacitated Dream Lord.

[etoilebleu]

@inquisitivelydamned sent: ❛  what did i do ?  ❜ @ Celia

" oh you've got some-- NERVE ! " the shorter angel manages to get out after giving him a rather harsh smack across the face, holding her wrist from the repercussion of the slap.

celia huffed angrily, turning her back to him for a moment and beginning to walk away before deciding to turn around. no, she wouldn't leave it at that. clearly he didn't understand why she was so upset.

" I looked and looked for you ! I was going to try and help you from getting sent down there and then you're nowhere to be found until I hear your name in the middle of the END OF DAYS and that little stunt you pulled. " which honestly? she was thankful for. earth was wonderful and she wasn't ready to say goodbye yet.

celia stared up at him with wide eyes, grunting while hands grabbed at either side of her head. " I just don't understand it. " exhaling heavily while her shoulders relaxed, now nervously twiddling with her fingers. stepping closer, she looked left to right to see if the coast was clear before arms pulled his head down into her chest, practically suffocating him in her embrace.

" oh but I'm just so glad you're alright.. that's all I ever wanted for you, crowley. "

[asfarasican]

'shivers'

The fingers running along the angel's soft back in turn made white feathers ruffle and flutter, as if there was a wire connected from his spine to his wings. A faint flush crept across his fair cheeks. "So sorry," he quickly stammered, flustered by his own reaction. Surely the other hadn't meant anything more than comfort by the gesture. "Don't know why they're doing that."

[protectxthem]

Jack looks over at Crowley, head tilting to the side. He looked familiar in a way. Surely they've crossed paths once or twice, or perhaps Jack is thinking of someone else. He's impressed at how the other is sitting in the chair. Jack snorts softly. "She kick you out of Heaven or something?" He jokes, approaching the other before flopping down in a chair next to him. "Captain Jack Harkness." He spoke, holding a hand out to Crowley.

"Nah, nah. You got it all wrong. She doesn't have a sense of humor at all. She's just a bitch." Crowley spoke as he lounged in the chair a few seats away. The demon never seemed to be able to sit in a chair correctly. "Nasty temper, one little thing and they are mad for a few hundred years.

[protectxthem]

@inquisitivelydamned asked: ‘💋’ kiss for crowley? Dealers choice ;)

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. | Accepting

if you can’t see the symbol send kiss.

Gabriel sat there staring at the ice cream sitting in between them. He's never eaten human food, and never found a reason to do so. He came to earth to visit for a little bit and ad ran into Crowley who managed to tempt the archangel into getting ice cream with him.

Purple eyes look up from the bowl of ice cream and into yellow eyes. Gabriel tilts his head a bit and reaches a hand up to try and get Crowley's attention. "You got a little.." He pauses before leaning over and pressing his lips to the demon's, slipping his tongue out to lick up the ice cream off of Crowley's lips. "Got it. Hey, that's pretty tasty." He spoke pulling back, slowly, licking his own lips.

[protectxthem]

👫 maybe a two for 1? Aziraphale and/or Lucifer?

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship | Accepting

Crowley&Aziraphale:

Aziraphale trusts Crowley with his life and if he had to he would kill for him. Thankfully Crowley hasn't asked Aziraphale to do so.

Crowley likes to help Aziraphale around the bookshop even though he hates books. He's caught Aziraphale a couple of times after the angel has tripped a couple of times while carrying a stack of books.

Crowley knows that Aziraphale stares at him lovingly when he thinks the demon isn't paying attention and Crowley loves it.

Aziraphale dances sometimes when he's excited and nobody is around. Crowley caught him doing so once time and teased him about it because he liked the way Aziraphale's cheeks would turn red.

Crowley&Lucifer:

Lucifer favors Crowley and Crowley knows it. He can't get enough of Lucifer's attention.

Lucifer trusts Crowley more than he does any of the Dukes or Princes of Hell. Crowley trusts Lucifer too, but he's still a little weary around the King.

Crowley likes picking Lucifer up because Lucifer's a short Demon King who likes to be tall, even though he's like five inches shorter than Crowley, however, Lucifer makes it difficult sometimes because he goes limp out of sheer bewilderment.

Crowley learns Lucifer has never listened to music so he introduces him to Queen and Lucifer loves them.

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Gabriels brow furrowed sincerely this time as he considered the explanation the other gave. Before swallowing whilst turning back towards the books. Trying to pretend like he didn't understand.

Like he didn't see the wink.

"I don't... like, anything in that way." Even before he finished saying it, Gabriel knew it wasn't true. Not when it was now known how they had somehow developed feelings for Beelzebub. The memory of being turned down caused him to grip the book he was holding a little too hard.

He breathed in slightly when thinking of how the demon had mentioned 'tight pants', causing himself to wonder just what that reaction meant. Gabriels mind denying it.

Even though he all but refused to turn around and look at Crowley.

@vocesincaput / gabriel : cont. from here !

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐓  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.   of  course  gabriel,  the  all-powerful  and  all-knowing,  wouldn't  be  briefed  on  a  silly  little  human  word.   he  shelved  a  book  and  tossed  a  glance  back,  mouth  twisting  to  a  smirk.    '  oh,  you  know   -   when  you  like  someone, i s'pose ... or  you  just  think  they  look  good  in  tight  pants   ;   whatever  you  fancy.  '    a  wink  from  amber  eyes as their shades slid down the bridge of his nose.

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@inquisitivelydamned continued from [x]

The smile that was already present on Aziraphale's lips grew as the finger was tucked under his chin. He tilted it up slightly, yellow eyes shining as he looked into Crowleys.

"But that would be telling, wouldn't it...." The demon replied slowly. The smile growing into a grin as he leant further in. "I wouldn't want to... give... it all to you so quickly...." Aziraphale had a playfully innocent look upon their featueres, even with the grin. They leant towards Crowley as they ran teeth over their own bottom lip.

"Where would the fun be in that....."

[wayfaringstrangxr]

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Dreams | @inquisitivelydamned

Angels don't need to sleep, they don't need to lay down or rest at all, but when Aziraphale closes his eyes and allow his mind to drift away from this reality…

Crowley walks comfortably around Aziraphale's new office as Supreme Archangel, he is his second in comand and even that they had a good laugh about it, he is dressed in an off-white version of his usual clothes. But nothing different than that. His eyes are still the same yellow as before, the short red hair has a style that resembles the one he used along the 21st century.

And they're laughing, because the Archangel Michael had just walked away from the office, quite unpleased by the new managment, but it doesn't matter, because they're together and they'll make everything better.

[protectxthem]

Oh! Hi. Been admiring your characters from afar for a bit. You seem quite epic. If you feel inclined, I'd love to toss Crowley at you.

Ahh! Hello! I've been quietly watching and admiring you from afar too. I was working up the courage to follow you. I'd love to have Crowley tossed at me.

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@inquisitivelydamned continued from [x]

Aziraphale was sat beside his desk in his armchair, facing the demon. He took a sip from his wine before smiling behind the glass. A warm sensation filled him as he thought about how well they knew each other.

Despite how friendly he tried with others, the angel didn't think anyone else really knew him. At all. They swallowed at the thought and took another drink as his eyes wandered back over to the demon. Even with the fact that know one else really knew him, Aziraphale found that it didn't bother him as much as they would have assumed.

The only person that he believed truly mattered was led out upon his sofa.

"To 6000 more years..."

[therelentless]

date or pass (because crowley is being a pest and wants to know)

Send 'Date or Pass' and the receiving muse will answer truthfully II @inquisitivelydamned II

Date. He has never gotten involved with a demon, and hey! one has to try everything at least once!