Hi, you are so very welcome! Here are some fics set in the 1920s…
Celestial Bodies by Justkeeptrekkin (M)
The year is 1923. Aziraphale’s friends at the gentlemen’s club invite him for a weekend away in Devon. He asks Crowley to join. It gets very silly and very messy very quickly.
That’s just how things were in the roaring twenties.
The Roaring Twenties by the_technicolor_whiscash (M)
In the 1920’s, Aziraphale runs into Crowley, who has been hosting large, boisterous parties at his house. After spending the night together, Aziraphale realizes that he has more than just a sexual interest in Crowley. But under the watchful eye of his superiors, can they ever make it work?
Last Train to London by drawlight (E)
“Ask me again,” Aziraphale says, standing at a train station, his hat half-crumpled in nervous hands.
A House in the Country by TheOldAquarian (T)
“Really Crowley, I can’t very well go and live with a demon until I get the next assignment from Upstairs-”
“It’s not living together! Look, there’s 36 bloody rooms in the place. You can take one wing and I’ll take the other. We’ll be no more living together than you’re living with those idiots on the fourth floor who don’t tune their piano.”
Aziraphale gave a shudder at the mention of these unmusical neighbors, then considered. “I have rather wanted to see the Lake District in summertime.”
He was going to say “This is an obviously silly idea,” or “We both know the Arrangement doesn’t cover holidays at the lake,” or even “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
What he actually said was, “I think that would be delightful. When should we make the trip?”
Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene by Artyphex (T)
Crowley arrived in New York two years ago and has built quite a life for himself. Aziraphale arrived two hours ago and is so far unimpressed. Until he finds a strange invitation in his pocket.
an art form by summerofspock (G)
Noticing Aziraphale’s now empty glass, Crowley swept it from his hand and said, “Let me buy you a drink.”
Aziraphale tried to think of the best way to wave him off. What sort of excuse would work best? Maybe he should just leave, take the cold, lonely walk back to the bookshop, and pretend the night had been nothing more than wretchedly boring.
Serpents and Pyramids by boredom (E)
Ever since he was young, Ezra Fell dreamed of adventure. He dreamed of far off destinations and dashing heroes. He dreamed of danger and excitement. He dreamed of exploration and romance. Now, as an adult, his life is much less exotic locales and much more boring political dinner parties with his fiancé, Gabriel Messenger. But a chance meeting with a literary agent might be his last chance at the adventure he sought as a child.
Gabriel would surely support him.
Right?
And he could never fall for the brash and abrasive Mr. Anthony J. Crowley.
Right?
It was just one silly little trip to find a silly little amulet in Egypt.
Right?
- Mod D
