I said I was going to start posting this tomorrow, but I ended up stuck in a waiting room today for 2 hours with Wi-Fi and my laptop. It is what it is.
A strangers-to-lovers fic featuring Sailor!Crowley & Gentleman!Aziraphale weathering England’s last great outbreak of bubonic plague together in isolation.
Something about this wretched, wonderful place they were in made it easier to tell secrets. It was just the two of them here, like they were in a lifeboat far out to sea. Trapped and scared, going mad from the doldrums, and yet free to say anything they damn well pleased. Who could hear them? Only Aziraphale, and Crowley found that he wanted this lonely, beautiful, impossible man to know that they were alike. That, even as different as they were, they came from the same original stock.
Anthony Crowley’s luck ran out when the captain of his last ship tossed him out on the London docks without pay in the middle of a plague. Hungry and desperate, Crowley breaks into a house abandoned by a rich family fleeing the city. Instead of food or money, though, he finds the gentleman of the house still locked inside. Aziraphale Fell is suspected of carrying the plague, and now, all because Crowley picked the wrong window to break open, they must serve out this quarantine together.
Can Crowley survive the next forty days in isolation with a stranger? He’s used to living at the whims of the high seas, but the secrets Aziraphale Fell is keeping might prove to be even more dangerous… and more alluring.
