#STUNNING VIEW

[laudaddysmitten]

Writers Guild Presents:

"Stunning View"

by LaudaddySmitten

Ineffable May day 16: "1827"

Ch 1: Hell's Graveyard Shift Is Run by Interns

Summary

When Hell fails to notice Crowley’s Very Good Deed, he is left in an Edinburgh graveyard trying to navigate a world tilted by laudanum. Fortunately for him, Aziraphale has no intention of leaving him to fend for himself. Fortunately for both of them, Crowley's compromised brain-to-mouth filter leads to a far more enjoyable evening than they expect.

Crowley stared at Aziraphale through a long, drunken pause during which his brain's temporal lobe made an admirable effort to process Aziraphale's words. It was mostly unsuccessful, but it could hardly be blamed for the visual cortex hogging all of Crowley's attention.

“You're so lovely!” He loudly blurted out with a toothy grin, before continuing. “You're like…glowy. Twinkly? No, 'bright’, probably. Oh I know the word- beautiful! You're beautiful. Beautiful Angel. Oh! And when you smile like that it's even better!”

CW/TW: Canon-typical substance use (but NO dub con); Rated Explicit (eventual smut)

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This baby is chock full of: fluff and humor, fluff and science, romantic fluff, fluff and science and smut, fluff and smut, & fluff and science smut. (Yes I mean what I said.) 😉🔭🥰 🧬🔥

Art banner (here's the uncropped version ^) by the amazing @lexarturo - thank you so much, it turned out so perfect!

Thanks to my most longstanding (and long-suffering) beta reader: @olfactoryventriloquism

And the @goodomensafterdark Writers Guild for all the support and even more betas:

@outrageousring5655 @happynachohologram

Astrophysics beta (yes, I really needed one of those, and yes, she's just the person): @nosferatini

And many others who read at least chapter 1 for me and gave great advice! @fishey-me @kotias @southernfriedamy @sixbynine-da @ghst-signal @foamfollowerisfallen @unapologetic-apathy

Also thanks to @bea-n-art for creating this Laudaddy portrait I've been obsessed with and inspired by since she made it. It's kept me motivated to write.

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Chris Burkard Photography

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Photo dump from my 30th birthday celebration

[downfalldestiny]

The view 🧡 !.

[aestheticemi01]

Full moon. 🌕

[responsivethoughts]

Outdoor space, outdoor patio.

[laudaddysmitten]

Me, re: getting my chapters written on time.

Not so incorrect…

Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost Part 1 : here

Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost Part 2 : here

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Beach Style Home Bar Orange County Example of a small beach style l-shaped wet bar design with shaker cabinets, blue cabinets, quartz countertops, white backsplash and white countertops

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Because perfect…

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[laudaddysmitten]

Stunning View - Ch 6

By: LaudaddySmitten

GOAD Writer's Guild official

Chapter 6: Gravity

CW: rated Explicit (Eventual smut...we are now what I'd call "smut adjacent")

Summary

As Aziraphale and Crowley try to enjoy time together at Aziraphale's safely warded room, several things are bubbling under the surface. Will any boil over?

Excerpt

Crowley knew allowing himself to be pulled in by Aziraphale's doubtlessly temporary desire would rip him apart. But he wanted to be ripped apart–by Aziraphale. Sudden, firm pressure on the front of his shoulders had Crowley taking a hasty step back — just in time to avoid falling on his arse — as his shoulders made forceful contact with the back of the door. Aziraphale's chest pushed flush against Crowley, keeping him pinned. Crowley found that he didn't mind having more of Aziraphale's body in contact with his!  Experiencing being handled with passionate abandon wasn’t bad either! Crowley was surrounded by Aziraphale; arms clutching his shoulders, the heat and weight of his body pressed into Crowley's, his moans in his ears, his smell teasing him each time he breathed, his taste sweeter than wine in his mouth. Aziraphale kissed as though Crowley's lips wouldn't remain in this reality for long, leaving him no choice but to chase them down with all his fervor and desire, devouring Crowley's mouth in a steadily more sloppy display.

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Thank you for all the support, @goodomensafterdark !

Thanks for the beta help: @olfactoryventriloquism @outrageousring5655   @happynachohologram @adverbian @nosferatini @unapologetic-apathy

And finally, thanks for the artwork @lexarturo

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Beach Style Home Bar - L-Shape An illustration of a small beach-style l-shaped wet bar with shaker cabinets, blue cabinets, quartz countertops, a white backsplash, and white countertops is shown.

[aestheticemi01]

The Hill of Crosses. ✝️☦️ 🇱🇹

[responsivethoughts]

Paradise.

[laudaddysmitten]

Oh, nice! This blog recommended my story a while back, looks like they tagged me, thank you @ineffableclassics !

(And to anyone who has been reading, I'm sorry for my unexpectedly extended hiatus! It'll get there, life has temporarily gotten in the way. At least it happened at a fairly good pausing point, I think. Not the best, but it could be worse.)

Edinburgh, 1827

Crowley stared at Aziraphale through a long, drunken pause during which his brain's temporal lobe made an admirable effort to process Aziraphale's words. It was mostly unsuccessful, but it could hardly be blamed for the visual cortex hogging all of Crowley's attention.

“You're so lovely!” He loudly blurted out with a toothy grin, before continuing. “You're like…glowy. Twinkly? No, 'bright’, probably. Oh I know the word- beautiful! You're beautiful. Beautiful Angel. Oh! And when you smile like that it's even better!”

When Hell fails to notice Crowley’s Very Good Deed, he is left in an Edinburgh graveyard trying to navigate a world tilted by laudanum. Fortunately for him, Aziraphale has no intention of leaving him to fend for himself. And Crowley's compromised brain-to-mouth filter leads to a far more enjoyable evening than they expect.

Words: 37,103

Status: Incomplete

Rating: Explicit

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Art credit: Honeysuckle by Pierre-Joseph Redouté

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hayley from mad hatters nail party