#regency au

🪶 A GO Regency AU - Rated E - for @addledmongoose via @fandomtrumpshate

🪞 Chapter 8 of 11 - “The Letter” (8.5k)

🎩 Completely written (around 80k in total) | Updates every Wednesday | Fake/Pretend Relationship | There Was Only One Bed

💜 Beta: the one and only @beerok23

1811. Returned to London after the death of his father, infamous rake Anthony ‘Crowley’, Duke of Morningstar, has three months to restore his tattered reputation and secure himself a proper match, on pain of having his title stripped from him. Enter the irreproachable Lord Aziraphale, newly minted Viscount Eastgate, who would very much like to discourage his many suitors from lining outside his door in Mayfair so he can go back to enjoying his peaceful existence on the shelf. After a chance meeting at a gentlemen’s club, it appears the two may lend each other a helping hand after all. While a fake engagement will not solve their problems once and for all, it should buy them enough time to put their respective affairs in order. If only the ultimate goal of their Arrangement would remain as clear and unchanging as it should…

Chapter 8 Summary:

In which we visit Morningstar Hall, make new encounters and uncover even more secrets.

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Excerpt from Chapter 8 - “The Letter”:

“You should check your things are all accounted for,” Crowley said as he rummaged through his stuff, possibly heeding his own advice. “The Furfurs are not known for their ability to keep their hands to themselves.” “Are those not the same people that manage the estate?” Aziraphale asked while absent-mindedly skimming the documents in his hands. He could not help but recognise them as the same sort of soul-sucking nonsense he had to take care of under Mr Glozier’s guidance. “Yes, though one could argue they are not really managing anything. What are you doing?” Aziraphale, who had finished collecting the loose papers, glanced up from the ledger he was now examining. “Crowley, these numbers are all over the place.” “I told you, the estate is in ruin–” “No, what I mean is that they do not make any sense, like they have been recorded here at random.” He cracked open another and found it in much the same conditions. “This one too.” Mathematics was the last thing Aziraphale usually liked to concern himself with, but having had it forced upon him in regards to managing Eden Abbey, he had reluctantly picked up a few things, and it was pretty clear to him that whoever was behind these ledgers either had no idea what they were doing or they did and were trying to hide something. Crowley sidled up to him. “Perhaps they don’t. What about it?” Aziraphale frowned. “What about it?” he asked, confused. “Crowley, there is a limit to the amount of stealing the help is supposed to get away with.” “Wot?” “Well, a little theft here and there is to be expected. I usually turn a blind eye to those, but I cannot abide stealing when other people’s livelihoods are at stake, and neither should you,” he insisted, surprised by how strongly he felt about the entire matter considering how annoying running his estate was. His own reaction gave him pause, spurring him to wonder whether he had not fully realised the consequences of his duties up until this very moment. People did depend on him. Crowley took off his glasses to stare at him. “Are you saying you let your staff steal from you?” “Of course,” Aziraphale replied matter-of-factly, “though nothing of consequence, like a book or a snuff box.” Then, thoroughly convinced Crowley was not giving this the attention it deserved, he pressed on, “How many tenants do you have?” “Er, hundred and fifty? Hundred and seventy?” Aziraphale gasped in outrage. That was three times the tenants he had at Eden Abbey! “And you are letting two people you cannot even trust with your clothes manage the whole thing?”

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Also, I'm so close to finishing this next set of Kanera paper dolls, but the formatting takes forever! Hopefully will be posted in the next day or two. Sneak peek as the background for this one is inspired by this chapter!

Enchanted to Meet You: The Year is 1813, Miss Primrose Everdeen has just turned 18 and is about to make her formal debut into London Society. Her elder sister, the determined Miss Katniss Everdeen will do everything she can to see her sister settled. So when the handsome young Earl next door offers his friendship and connections to the cause, who is Katniss to turn him down. One can always use an ally in the Great Game of the London Marriage Mart, after all!

Chapter 8: Poppies is now posted!

She could do it. No one needs to know. No one but him. He would not judge her for giving into the impulse, not when he is here. Not when he is already breaking every rule of propriety and good manners and gentlemanly behavior to drag his form before her. To present himself so close, so vivid, so warm.

🪶 A GO Regency AU - Rated E - for @addledmongoose via @fandomtrumpshate

🪞 Chapter 7 of 11 - “The Baskets” (7.2k)

🎩 Completely written (around 80k in total) | Updates every Wednesday | Fake/Pretend Relationship | There Was Only One Bed

💜 Beta: the one and only @beerok23

1811. Returned to London after the death of his father, infamous rake Anthony ‘Crowley’, Duke of Morningstar, has three months to restore his tattered reputation and secure himself a proper match, on pain of having his title stripped from him. Enter the irreproachable Lord Aziraphale, newly minted Viscount Eastgate, who would very much like to discourage his many suitors from lining outside his door in Mayfair so he can go back to enjoying his peaceful existence on the shelf. After a chance meeting at a gentlemen’s club, it appears the two may lend each other a helping hand after all. While a fake engagement will not solve their problems once and for all, it should buy them enough time to put their respective affairs in order. If only the ultimate goal of their Arrangement would remain as clear and unchanging as it should…

Chapter 7 Summary:

Tea is spilled and baskets are made.

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Excerpt from Chapter 7 - “The Baskets”:

Like an unstoppable avalanche, outrage swept Crowley’s self-consciousness away, enough for him to turn on his knees and place his elbows on the bed so he could lean toward the man in the most threatening manner he could (which is to say not much). “How bloody dare you, Aziraphale! I am not silly.” The viscount tipped his head to the side and seemed to weigh his words for a second, after which he simply said, “You are very silly.” Crowley’s mouth fell open in shock. “I can’t believe you would insult me like that in my ho–” “It is not meant to be an insult!” Aziraphale was quick to clarify. “You are silly and also–” Whatever brazenness had inspired him up until that point disappeared as he averted his gaze in a truly terrible approximation of nonchalance. “You can be very, er, alluring too, but I fear that does not make you any less silly.” Crowley’s face twisted into a resentful grimace. “Rakes can be silly.” Aziraphale arched an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Can they, though?” “Whyever not?” “I would not know, actually,” the viscount conceded with a shrug. “And apparently neither would you.” “I have met rakes.” It was probably too late to behave like he had not completely lost the plot, but no one said he could not give it a fair try. “Except you know nothing,” Aziraphale said, half-way between a statement and a question, waving his fingers towards the pillows. “About that, I mean.”

As there's no new chapter of Moonlight & Masquerades today, here's a sneak peek of my current art project - a Regency set of my Kanera historical paper dolls to match the fic. I'm also working on some backdrops to go along with the new outfits!