They are so perfect together. You always do such a lovely job of showing how much they need each other.
Plus - seriously, the sex here is totally scorching.
The sex here turned up as a series of strangely-titled note files on my BlackBerry over the course of about three days, although the third day consisted of one rather long-ish note that I'm glad nobody got nosy enough to read over my shoulder! Crowley wanted a voice in it badly, I think, and he didn't get much of that in the main story (at least not in and around the first-time).
Thank you so much for reading <3
Edited at 2012-07-22 12:27 am (UTC)
Please feel free to do as many outtakes as you like!
Or extras. Or new parts. Or really whatever you want. It's always a pleasure to read.
Well, the next thing coming up in this 'verse, confirmed, is a long-ish piece (probably something around the size of WW&TM or What to Do When... or BBSG) concerning Adam and Sophia's wedding in the spring. Wedding stories, much to my dismay, are something I've never even touched, not in all my years in all my fandoms. Finally having a wedding to celebrate seems like a significant enough event to develop, especially for how it's going to impact all parties.
Thank you very much!
*fans self* Whoa. Not only is this incredibly hot to the point where words are currently failing me, but... They are so in love, this is just so perfect and tender and wonderful. Just, guh, this is too fantastic and lovely, I have got to go back and re-read it now.
There may never be and end to the illustrations if I can manage them all; I just love them too much.
I've got to reread everything here so far, what with the wedding story pressing very hard now at the edges of my consciousness! I have to tell you, all of that GO artwork from Tumblr that you linked at me earlier really broke my brain a little; I hadn't realized just what a presence GO has amongst fan artists in places other than dA and LJ. It's magnificent to see so many interpretations and styles, but, strangely, such an eerie concensus among them at the same time. I'll never be able to draw what's in my head, but you and a few of the others seem to be doing that for me without even knowing it <3
Thank you so much, my dear.
Fandom hivemind is a beautiful thing. *w* I'm glad your brain isn't totally broken, but yes, fanartists are rather elusive creatures compared to authors these days. Quite a few have migrated from LJ & DA to Tumblr. Honestly, I can see why-- it's so much easier to upload things to Tumblr & have done with it compared to LJ & DA, for one thing.
*hug* You are, as always, most welcome. <33
You know how badly I've always wanted to be able to draw what I imagine as well as write it down, seeing as I went into that whole meandering ramble on Twitter the other day. I'm genuinely in awe of artists full stop; I always have been. It's why collaborating is such a joy :)
Bloody miracle, this, Crowley thought. Nothing less.
Made my glasses steam up! Awesome, adorable, and HOT. I love that you wrote this on the dl while you were working. Hee!
I know this sounds silly, but I'm already at the end of my tether with this part-time job, never mind that it's in a museum (which, you know, I love museums). As depressed as I've been, being shut up in my head for long periods while I patrol in endless circuits just...kills me. I can't write like this every day; otherwise, I'm sure I'd be keeping more soundly.
Your reassurance that this works is...particularly welcome <3 Thanks.
So...I guess technically this falls under thaf museum prompt, eh? Being as it was written in one and involves these two...;)
Seriously hot, also lovely and just guh. There's a few typos near the beginning (ubidden instead of unbidden, and a couple of missing a's) but I'm typing this from my ipad so i feel you on unavoidable mobile typing errors lol.
(Actually, I had been planning something separate for the museum prompt, possibly stand-alone and possibly as another Extra in this 'verse, but...you know what? This kind of does fit the museum prompt, since it called for anything to do with museums and I did, in fact, write the majority of this piece while working in one.)
Fortunately, I fixed said typo within about half an hour of posting, but thank you for pointing it out to me all the same! And thank you for reading, as always.
2012-07-17 04:10 am (UTC)
this is just \o/
I am now in delighted overload, thank you ♥
Delighted overload is a pretty apt description for how I feel about this fic-'verse in these past couple of months; just when you think something has, perhaps, gone quiet for the duration, it flares to life again and reminds you just how much you need it and how many more stories there are to tell if you have a mind to search them out.
Thank you ♥
It is because of you that, a year ago, I bought Good Omens - because of your J/S and A/C crossovers; I wanted to know who this demon and this angel hanging out with My Boys were - it is because of you I (and, well, Neil and Terry), I laughed my ass off and off and off.
Thank you for the above and the outtakes and, well, all of it! I adore your A/C!
Knowing that I've prompted someone to read the novel and fall head-over-heels in love with it is always the best part of writing in GO fandom ♥ I'm so glad you did.
Thank you for reading, always!
Hmm interesting reaction Alison, why are you crying? recognizing feelings you have, just happy for them?
Anyway never mind the quiet tears the rest of the person here loved it x
Oh, hugs and tissues, hugs and tissues, where did I put them this time... *offers both*
I admit that this took me a little off-guard, too, but most of the new additions to this 'verse since June have done just that, so I should stop feeling so surprised. Then again, though, I don't think I'd want to! It's a delight.
Thank you very much ♥
I've read several times that sex scenes are boring to read, and each time I thought "well they clearly don't know where to get the good ones!", and you're proving me right here :)
Depends entirely on the sex scene, I'm sure: there are boring sex scenes and interesting sex scenes, just like there are boring and interesting everything-elses in the world. I'm quite relieved that you find this to be in the latter category rather than the former ;)
Thank you ♥
Devastatingly romantic. Looking forward to more of these in future!
I seriously, seriously don't doubt you shall have them ;)
Thank you so much for reading!
You already know I skim explicit sex scenes, but that doesn't mean I don't read for context and character study.
And your partners are never out of character. Of course I can't speak for your fiction in fandoms I don't know but I doubt it would be any different from the subtlety and deeply probed relationships I find in the ones I do know.
Crowley's lines as befits the POV character this time are so amusingly and sometimes heartbreakingly "Crowley" they leap out:
>"At myself? Bit awkward," Crowley panted against Aziraphale's earlobe. "Also a bit weird."<
>"now would be a good time to tell me, or I'll just keep going till I've tasted everything else. Save the best for last, if you know what I mean. Take the scenic route."<
>Angel, just look what you've done. I'm ruined for anything else: good food, better wine, a sunny afternoon with ducks, forget it.<
>"I'll say it before I can't," he whispered. "Don't leave me here, angel. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Don't get tired of this wretched, rainy stretch of shore like you got tired of Herculaneum and Beirut and Melbourne and Caracas and London—"<
As well as that little extra touch after both have climaxed that amid the usual mess and--in their case--feathers there are for both of them startled tears...
And as is essential for fine erotica as opposed to unrepentant porn, you give the reader a striking visual image:
>it was all Crowley could do not to fold over, fall on him, clamp down with limbs and teeth and suddenly unfurled, unsteady wings and never let go.< (Don't know why I suddenly got an image of Doré's Lucifer from Paradise lost)
But this one sentence beats at the heart of the whole exercise:
>It was the wonder of what he'd become with the Fall, Crowley supposed, a curse millennia-old turned blessing: instinctive shock at the simple pleasure of loving.
Doré's Lucifer is infinitely worth picturing
. Those engravings have obsessed me for a long time; various of them do time as my desktop image, although lately I've been favoring GO fan art from a host of talented individuals!
As ever, the insight you manage to draw forth even on something you call skimming truly does steal my breath. It's your observations that help to keep me on my toes, as I want to make sure that I never lose my sense of wonder at the finer points, the tiny idiosyncrasies (the devil's in the details indeed) that make Crowley so compelling.
Thank you so very
2012-07-19 01:32 am (UTC)
[Rec'd as email; pinning here for archival purposes, keeping reviewer anon.]
And as usual when you write it, I come away from what 'smut' is far too small a word for rather less than dry-eyed. Oh, Crowley. Both of them really, in this. I usually connect with Aziraphale far less, but he's just as lovely here. I just want to hold them both tightly and never let them go, except not, because I don't really want anything to personally do with it; I want them to hold each other, and they do, and I don't think I'll ever tire of that.
Unthinking, Crowley reached out and touched the marks, both the ones he'd left and that rosy blush beneath the fair, sparse hairs covering Aziraphale's chest. He crawled forward, stretched flat on the duvet, and curled an arm around Aziraphale's waist. Buried his face in the angel's soft belly, breathing in his own scent mingled with Aziraphale's arousal.
Oh, if I could draw this and ever do it justice.
And then of course "I'll say it before I can't," he whispered. "Don't leave me here, angel [...]," though really I was an essentially useless ball of feelings from He could only make helpless whimpering sounds to which Aziraphale responded with breathy half-sobs and oh God, oh Heaven and Earth and Everything, he never wanted to be anywhere else ever again but in this bed forward.
[And the response to this was, likewise, delivered via email; in any case, I always want to remember these remarks in particular, and you know who you are, and thank you beyond measure.]
That first paragraph is exactly what happened to me the first time my boyfriend got me off. Somebody you want more than breathing, indeed.
I love how much they love each other. I love that Crowley found the words to put it into. I love everything about this outtake.
He'd been indignant for a very long time that Aziraphale's POV dominated during that crucial scene in WW&TM that, to my mind, at the time of writing, had to be cut short in order to keep the flow of the story in order (as well as the overall structure balanced).
Thank you ♥
Yeah, this was wonderful. I'm so glad you took the time to fill this scene in - in the original story, the shift from Crowley being all agitated and vulnerable to him waking up and basically getting straight back into it with eagerness almost felt a bit abrupt, but with this in mind it fits perfectly.
It's hard to pick out particular bits I loved, but I'll try anyway.
The "you've ruined me" line about ducks and such - yes. This fits perfectly into the earlier discussion of how intimacy would be an extension of the other human things they choose to partake in together for the enjoyment of it.
I love that this has its own mini-arc, its own dynamic - it's so much more than just gratuitous smut, and it felt so emotional. The explicit bits also felt hot without feeling crude or awkward to read, which is RARE for me, I tell you. (Asexual here in conjunction with being something of a hygiene freak, which in my case means being icked out by most kinds of sex; I literally tend to start get physically sick when I think of blowjobs or swallowing come or the like, although the A/C shipping has helped me to develop a greater tolerance for it, partially through the fact that, as supernatural beings, hygiene simply isn't an issue for them.)
I also like that you've written it as very overwhelming and intense for both of them, which is how it should be, in my mind. Surprise and "startled tears" and disbelief that this is happening and slight hysteria, YES. And Crowley's vulnerable confession near the end (even as he's still self-conscious enough to realise that he's only willing to offer it in the heat of the moment, as it were) and Aziraphale's response were wonderful, along with the revelation that the demon has been feeling any separation from Aziraphale keenly for a long time now and possibly considered that it had something to do with Aziraphale wanting to get rid of HIM, as well. (Let's just hug him now, shall we?)
"Snuggling him senseless" - wonderful expression. ^^
The only thing that felt off to me was the all caps line at the very beginning. We've never seen him think in all caps in the book and in general I just can't help but associate it with meta posts (usually fangirls squeeing about something or the like), so it just felt jarring, and the whole structure of 'with you, to you, in summary' etc. just felt a bit too whole for someone who's currently reeling from a foundation-shaking climax. I'd expect something more stream-of-consciousness like, thoughts and impressions crowding against each other haphazardly, not a mini-evaluation of the merits of having someone help you get off. If that made sense.
One last thing I liked: It was astoundingly, crushingly intimate despite being fairly 'tame', with no penetration involved - which I've seen treated as 'real' male/male sex of a sort, with the parties involved immediately diving into it when the UST explodes regardless of their level of comfort with each other. Including A/C ships, which doesn't seem plausible to me, as it definitely seems like the kind of thing they would need to ease into.
So, yeah, in summary, keep writing and stuff, I doubt you can produce any outtake or drabble or anything else I won't love. >D
As mentioned in previous responses, I faced a real conundrum at that point in the story when initially writing it. I had been tempted at the time to draw the scene out to its full length, but then I thought about the overall structure and decided to leave it between the lines. The beauty of things like this is that you always can go back and fill in between the lines if you feel it's necessary, and I'm glad I eventually decided to do so. This scene had been haunting me for a very long time; was a relief to finally set it down.
I love that this has its own mini-arc, its own dynamic - it's so much more than just gratuitous smut, and it felt so emotional. The explicit bits also felt hot without feeling crude or awkward to read, which is RARE for me, I tell you. I literally tend to start get physically sick when I think of blowjobs or swallowing come or the like, although the A/C shipping has helped me to develop a greater tolerance for it, partially through the fact that, as supernatural beings, hygiene simply isn't an issue for them.)
This is part of why I have such a hard time determining what rating I ought to put on my stories more than half the time. I do try to keep smut, even explicit smut, out of the realm of...romance-novel cliché, shall we say. Besides, smut for these two intentionally written in a crude manner never feels in-character, at least not from my viewpoint as a reader! And yes, they have a great advantage where hygiene is concerned, don't they? Nothing more than a thought or a gesture, and it's gone. To this day, I find that intimacy is one of the trickiest things to write. It's different for every single pairing, so writing sex is not just writing sex. It's writing sex how those two particular characters would go about it.
The only thing that felt off to me was the all caps line at the very beginning. We've never seen him think in all caps in the book and in general I just can't help but associate it with meta posts (usually fangirls squeeing about something or the like), so it just felt jarring, and the whole structure of 'with you, to you, in summary' etc. just felt a bit too whole for someone who's currently reeling from a foundation-shaking climax.
Aha: you're giving me the chance to explain this particular choice, which is fantastic! Crowley hits a point of punchiness when he's vaguely hysterical (I'm thinking of the point in the novel when he's terrified and weary on the M25 and finally just snaps his fingers, manifests a new set of sunglasses, and sings as he kicks the Bentley into flame-inducing gear. I wanted a moment of disjunction here between his mind and his body, almost; we have no precedent in canon for Crowley imagining what his body would say if it could say something to him, ergo, I had to decide on a device to use wherein he's figuratively imagining such a thing. He's that overwhelmed, so the punchiness kicks in, and he processes it in terms of what his body's observing. It's moments like this, where canon doesn't offer the whole road-map, that you take a chance. It seems to me that the sensations he's getting from his nervous system are intense enough that they'd be all-caps, so...that's my thought process (in a nutshell) behind why the final version appears as it does.
It was astoundingly, crushingly intimate despite being fairly 'tame', with no penetration involved - which I've seen treated as 'real' male/male sex of a sort, with the parties involved immediately diving into it when the UST explodes regardless of their level of comfort with each other.
Once again: I always try to take what I perceive the characters would do into account, and it's never really struck me as plausible that these two would go straight for penetration. Also, it annoys me that there's a perception out there that M/M sex isn't real sex unless penetration takes place. What a load of rubbish.
Thank you for taking the time to write such a lengthy, thoughtful review! I've received your question on Tumblr, and I hope you'll give me a day or two to answer, as I'd like to do a bit of rereading so as to give it the thought it deserves.
Bloody miracle, this, Crowley thought. Nothing less.
I love this line. It's perfect that Aziraphale is kind of Crowley's religion.
... it was all Crowley could do not to fold over, fall on him, clamp down with limbs and teeth and suddenly unfurled, unsteady wings and never let go.
Which was more or less what happened.
...I sometimes forget about their wings when they're being normal and domestic and adorable. But I really, really love their wings--and you for knowing when's the perfect time to include them.
They were covered in each other: come and stray feathers, sweat and startled tears.
Ditto above. And there's just...so much I feel about this line that I can't quite put into words, but it's perfection.
(PS: Not fast! Especially considering I had to break for food. Silly bodies, needing sustenance.)
It can be startling when their wings show up: about as startling as it is in the novel, in truth, not so much for the moment in which it happens as for their rarity! They go around without their wings manifested for 90% of the time (or more). Rather extraordinary.
I hope it was good food, at least *hugs*
(You will need the sustenance, but I'll be here, too.)
"I'll say it before I can't," he whispered. "Don't leave me here, angel. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Don't get tired of this wretched, rainy stretch of shore like you got tired of Herculaneum and Beirut and Melbourne and Caracas and London—"
I love that Crowley is the vulnerable one in this 'verse. I think it's so true to him and to what it would mean to be a demon but also to risk loving someone. Allowing himself to fall in love with Aziraphale is such a big deal for him and the fear of losing it must be immense. I also love that Aziraphale is cognizant of that, maybe he can't fully understand what Crowley is doing for him but he is aware that he holds some serious power in the relationship and wants to be respectful of that. So many things about this series of fics make me tear up a little. I am awful at being emotionally vulnerable so feeling anything approaching teariness while reading is kind of a revelation for me. You write this pairing with such a strong sense of value for what they have and what they could have that it just transcends everything. I think it's rare that you get a fic that really has meaningful emotional stakes but this does and you use them beautifully. You are such a writer's writer, everything serves the story and the characters. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you wrote and shared this.
To get a comment on this piece in particular, right when I've completed the most recent installment in this series (which is a huge three-parter and incredibly
difficult, emotionally speaking), is particularly moving. It's true that we get so many tantalizing hints in the novel that Crowley is, under his cool mask and exterior, intensely vulnerable and lonely, and I thought one day, you know, that is so seldom explored in fic
. Likewise, it's rarely addressed that Aziraphale is actually the often-insensitive and rather terrifying one, so...this happened, all of this happened and is still happening
. I don't tear up very often either for books and films, so the list of stories that have done this to me is quite short - to cry when I'm writing
is even rarer, as I'm aware of how in control I have to be in order to construct what needs to have an effect on the reader, but there are a couple of pieces in this 'verse that have wrecked me even just to build them. Thank you for reading, and as you read on, don't be afraid to chime in again. I love hearing from people. Thank you <3