Random oneshots/thoughts/headcannons

Good Omens - Crowley - Cute face

Reader is female.
Song: Caravan Palace - Lone digger

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The flashy signs reflected against the wet roads of late evening London streets, people going on sidewalks passing by many entrances to various clubs, theaters and other interesting shops. You're probably wondering what might be so special in London in this time of era, you see that's where you come in. The late of 1920s and early 1930s that was your stage, as the music was dancing trough the air along with many pairs on the dance floor you hummed to the melody your bandmates were playing.

Just when you were about to start singing someone interesting came into the bar, he grabbed attention of everyone near the entrance as he shooed the guards of the place back to their job.

"Can't you see I just want to have a drink? Sheesh."

You heard the man say, you shrugged along with a few other visitors of the bar. He had sunglesses and he was dressed in almost fully black outfit, the only exception was his jacket underneath his coat which was dark grey and hat, which ended on a rack near the door. As he turned to sit at the bar he glanced at the stage. That's when you started to sing.

Hey, brother, what you thinking?
Leave that old record spinning
You feel the rhythm, going
Let's end your time to lay low
Your knees a-bending, so
It's time to get up and let go

Through your singing you multiple times glanced at the man, he was watching. His back leaned against the bar drink in hand and his gaze was glued to you.

Hey, mama, how's it going?
Can't see your body moving
Don't leave the party dying
Your booty shaking, you know
Your head has no right to say no
Tonight it's "ready, set, go"

There was something off with the man, you could feel it. Like a different aura that told you no, he's dangerous, but at the same time it was calling you close to him.

Baby can you move it round the rhythm
So we can get with 'em,
To the ground and get us a rock and roll round
Just a downtown body body coming with a super-hottie
Let's go, yes, no, hell no
Baby can you move it round the rhythm
Cause you know we're living in the fast lane, speed up
It ain't no game, just turn up all the beams when I come up on the scene

Again looking at the man, you saw him gulp his drink in one go, he asked bartender for another drink. He smiled, smirked even, you gulped singing another part of the song.

Hey, brother, what you thinking?
That good ol' sound is ringing
They don't know what they're missing
Let's end your time to lay low
Your knees a-bending, so
It's time to get up and let go

There was definitely something off, your body was getting heated like on the hottest summer day, the man only smirked again.

Hey, brother, nice and steady
Put down your drink, you ready
It's hard when things get messy
Your booty shaking, you know
Your head has no right to say no
Tonight it's "ready, set, go"

At this point few wicked images flashed in your mind. You and the man kissing in the back alley under purple neon light. It was wierd, was your mind playing tricks on you?

Baby can you move it round the rhythm
So we can get with 'em
To the ground and get us a rock and roll round
Just a downtown body body coming with a super-hottie
Let's go, yes, no, hell no
Baby can you move it round the rhythm
Cause you know we're living in the fast lane, speed up
It ain't no game, just turn up all the beams when I come up on the scene

As the band continued to play, the whole scenario with the man started to fade in your mind as you saw him pay for his drinks then going away.

Baby can you move it round the rhythm
So we can get with 'em
To the ground and get us a rock and roll round
Just a downtown body body coming with a super-hottie
Let's go, yes, no, hell no
Baby can you move it round the rhythm
Cause you know we're living in the fast lane, speed up
It ain't no game, just turn up all the beams when I come up on the scene

He picked his coat and hat going through the doors, glacing at you last time with a smirk then leaving into the busy streets of London. The crowd clapped as the band ended, your bandmates were confused as you rushed into the backstage. You found a door that led into the back alley, opening it and going outside. Your hear was hoping to find the man, but all you found was a gentle purple neon light lighting the back alley. Then you heard steps behind you, turning around you found the man you were looking for.

"Came here to fill that fantasy of yours, eh?"

He smirked.

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Aziraphale sat next to his friend worried as he did not answer to his name after calling it multiple times. The angel tried again.

"Crowley!"

The demon seemed to snap.

"What?!"
"Your coffee, it's getting cold. And what were you thinking about?"
"What do you mean?"

Crowley almost growled at the angel, scaring him a bit, while taking a sip of his already cold coffee.

"I mean that you weren't answering to my calling almost for half hour. Is something bothering you?"
"No."
"I mean we're good friends, you can tell me."

Urged Aziraphale. He was pushing Crowley's patience to the limits and the angel knew that, but did he care? Eh, almost.

"I was just remembering a good time I had like a century ago."
"Oh really? Do tell."
"You wouldn't like it, a lot of inappropriate scenery."
"Oh, very well then."

The angel and the demon went back to the original subject of their conversation, forgetting the little incident Crowley had with listening.
As their meeting in the park ended both went their seperate ways, Crowley gave Aziraphale a ride to the bookshop and he went back to his flat. Watering the plants, looking for leave spots, luckily for the plants he found none.
After all needed work was done he sat down at the table, just pondering looking into nothing as he was thinking once again about that night he corrupted a mind of talented young singer.

What a cute little face she was.