#singer crowley

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I Could Drive You Crazy

Category: F/F | Fandom: Good Omens | Ship: Aziraphale/Crowley

Rating: Explicit | Words: 3,993 | Chapters: 1/1 | Author: scullyphile

Summary:

Crowley has a habit of licking her lips between every song. Sometimes she ducks her head down so her long, red locks tumble in front of her face, but Aziraphale still sees her tongue dart out without fail. When it comes time for the last song, Crowley saunters up close to the microphone stand, almost as though she’s about to coil her body around it like a snake. She sets the mic in it, and wraps her fingers around the pole. Her mouth is close to it as she speaks in a low, sultry tone. “This next one is usually a little more upbeat, but I’m gonna bring it in real slow for you,” Crowley says, and Aziraphale could swear Crowley looks directly into her eyes as she talks. Crowley is a singer. Aziraphale is a love-sick member of the audience who's been coming back every Friday night, trying to work up the courage to approach her.

read on ao3

(mentions under cut)

@waitingtobebroken @goodomensafterdark

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In the Shallow

New art to kick off my new fic! A Star is Born AU (with a happy ending!)

*sexy genderqueer appears on stage*

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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"Tell me something boy, aren't you tired trying to fill that void? Or do you need more?"

On the stage, far away from him, a massive purple shell opens to reveal a red-head beauty covered in pearls, being born amidst smoke and music.

"I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in. I'll never reach the ground. Crush through the surface, where they can't hurt us. We're far from the shallow now~"

The powerful voice pulls mercilessly at Aziraphale's heartstrings, leaving him feeling stunned and exposed. He didn't need that now, didn't need the unrequited attraction towards the most beautiful creature in the whole club.

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I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now ~ Shallow, Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper

Crowley is a singer (appearing out of a giant shell on stage) in a bar Aziraphale happens to stumble upon after a bad day. What are the odds that a music producer in dire need of a miracle will find it in a dingy bar like this? (I will write that fic, one day I will 🙃 ...or alternatively maybe it will inspire someone else:)

B&W version  | My AO3

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Crowley as a siren-dressed singer, emerging from their shell on stage - from the story I will likely never write (but pile up all the plot points just in case…)

Coloured version!