#crowley Being Stupidly In Love

I’m only posting this as a middle finger to WHATEVER BIT OF MY BRAIN WON’T LET ME DRAW TODAY.

5 fricking hours i’ve been fighting it.

Nobody tell him.

Cathy Park Hong, from "Spring and All"

Ravens in Love by Wandering Sole Images

Have you any long, angsty, fluffy human AUs? E rated content isn't ideal, but it can be there.

Or any long regency or Victorian era fics, preferably human?

Thank you!

Regency:

Only Ever Yours [E] by Caedmon

Aziraphale Fell, Ninth Duke of Tadfield, is quite happy with his life. He has his books, his friends, and no need for more. His sister, Michael, disagrees. She feels most strongly that Aziraphale should have a wife, and has determined to see him married with an heir on the way by the end of the Season. So she installs her husband's valet, Crowley, to spy on him and help her find him a wife.

Nobody is expecting the Duke and the valet to fall in love...

The Lord of Tadfield Manor [E], WIP by Cousin Serena

Brooding Lord Anthony Crowley must find a wealthy wife or risk financial ruin. But then, the rakish Baron finds love and passion where he least expects it, and it is not with his intended bride-to-be. Now that he has found his heart, will he have the courage to follow it?

An Inducement to Marry [T] by angelsnuffbox (MrsCaulfield)

Aziraphale Fell did not dream of much beyond his contented life as the owner of a small bookshop in Tadfield. In contrast, all his neighbours seemed to be under the impression that the famously rakish Mr Anthony Crowley, who had for the past couple of years been a repeated visitor of his shop, quite fancied him. Preposterous, of course. People like Crowley did not enter into relations with people like Aziraphale.

But when news breaks out that Crowley is being pressured into marriage by his mother, Crowley comes to him with a peculiar request, leaving Aziraphale to reconsider all the notions he'd previously believed regarding the nature of Crowley's feelings, as well as those of his own.

Victorian:

Reprise [M] by Cardinal_Daughter

Ezra Fell ventures to a molly-house in search of companionship. What he finds there will change his life forever.

Human AU in the Victorian Era.

Devotion [T] by AnnaTheHank

Gabriel married Aziraphale, not that anyone in their circle was excited about it. They moved away to a new town to escape the 'shame', yet the rumors of their sorted past followed them. Things get interesting when painter Crowley comes into the scene, eager to steal Aziraphale away. But Aziraphale's strong devotion to Gabriel is a problem, one that Crowley can't seem to overcome as the truth of Aziraphale's past starts to reveal itself.

The Best of Both Worlds [M] by AppleSeeds

It’s 1895, and Aziraphale runs an old-fashioned apothecary shop with his brother Gabriel. Crowley is a pharmacist secretly planning to take over their business. But after he meets Aziraphale, the most adorable and trusting person ever to walk the Earth, what starts as an semi-innocent flirtation rapidly turns Crowley into a pining mess. This calls for a change of plans...

Basically lots of flirting, Crowley's ridiculous internal monologue and a close encounter in a very small shed, followed by rather a lot of angst and misunderstanding (but I promise it’ll all be lovely and fluffy in the end).

There is a Historical AUmens fic collection with lots of both of those eras included.

Also tag searches respectively for Regency and Victorian!

~Mod N

COVID is slowly becoming a "third world" disease. While first world countries are hoarding vaccines, having doses for populations many times their size, third world countries can't get any because pharma companies want to sell to the first world countries first. Even then, first world countries will receive them first. While rich countries recover from COVID, they will forget about the pandemic while many other countries live the absolute worst moment of the pandemic without being able to vaccinate their population.

I want you to write for pleasure—to play. Just listen to the sounds and rhythms of the sentences you write and play with them, like a kid with a kazoo. This isn’t “free writing,” but it’s similar in that you’re relaxing control: you’re encouraging the words themselves—the sounds of them, the beats and echoes—to lead you on. For the moment, forget all the good advice that says good style is invisible, good art conceals art. Show off! Use the whole orchestra our wonderful language offers us! Write it for children, if that’s the way you can give yourself permission to do it. Write it for your ancestors. Use any narrating voice you like. If you’re familiar with a dialect or accent, use it instead of vanilla English. Be very noisy, or be hushed. Try to reproduce the action in the jerky or flowing movement of the words. Make what happens happen in the sounds of the words, the rhythms of the sentences. Have fun, cut loose, play around, repeat, invent, feel free.

Ursula K. Le Guin, Steering The Craft

One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:

It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and

Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.