So, an idea for a Good Omens Human AU hit me and, in true me fashion, it just refuses to leave my brain.
SO
If I were to write a silly, fluffy, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers human AU where Serpent a.k.a Crowley is a rock/pop singer (I was thinking like a cover artist, because I can't go writing thousands of original songs for this guy, that would require too many of my braincells. Though there would be an explanation as to why Crowley doesn't sing original stuff, eventually) and Aziraphale is a much less-known, very shy and private, but jaw-droppingly talented opera singer, known as the "Angel of Eden" given his tendency to perform in said theater; and in which they meet because Aziraphale is dragged to one of Serpent's concerts by his best friend Anathema....
...would...would anybody object to that?...
And of course Crowley has anxiety and self-esteem and such problems behind his demonic, cool-and-aloof on-stage persona, 'cause that's my signature. (I'm not quite sure why, nervous breakdowns and the like just always end up happening in my stories. Should I be worried...?)
But anyway! I'm trailing off!
Would...um...would I...have the fandom's blessing? Or at least one bored soul who'd read it just to pass the time?
...
Have I actually already written a whole chunk of what would be the first chapter? Possibly.
Will I share a little so you can see my vision? Sure!
[For context, this takes place in the midst of Serpent's concert, which Aziraphale is attending with Anathema]
- Right! - he sighed into the microphone - I like rock as much as the next guy, but if I keep shouting like a fucking maniac I'll finish snapping my bitchy little vocal cords in half! - laughter echoed through the crowd, making Serpent smile - So, let's try not to do that and sing something slower, yeah? -
To Aziraphale's surprise, the man circled around the piano and sat down on the stool, placing his hands elegantly on the keys. He played a couple of loose notes and addressed his audience again.
- What should we go for? Hm?- he said softly into the microphone before letting out a quiet chuckle as the crowd erupted in applause - Oh, shut the fuck up! I know exactly what you want, you bastards! - he playfully snapped at them.
Then, his slim fingers began moving on the keys as if they had always been meant to be there, leaving Aziraphale near breathless. After a few notes, he began to sing, and the audience exploded.
You know the distance never made a difference to me.
I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea.
Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen,
And all that we believe,
So I thought you were like an angel to me.
His voice felt like silk against Aziraphale's ears, his mouth agape. With all the drumming and the electric guitars, he hadn't really had the chance to listen to Serpent's voice. And now that he could, he was completely entranced. His eyes were glued to the red-haired man, whose eyes were, in turn, closed in concentration beneath the yellow lenses of his glasses.
Funny how true colours shine in darkness and in secrecy.
If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of me.
Where a blindin' light shone on you every night.
And either side of my sleep,
Where you were held frozen like an angel to me.
It ain't the being alone. Sha-la-la
It ain't the empty home, baby. Sha-la-la.
You know I'm good on my own.Sha-la-la
Sha-la-la, baby, you know, it's more the being unknown.
So much of the livin', love,
is the being unknown.
So, eh, yeah...thoughts?
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