Okay so I’ve seen a lot of historical Aziracrow fics taking place in ancient Rome, the Victorian era, regency era,etc but I was curious if you could recommend any good fics that deal with Crowley’s disco era or even a few that deal with the UK’s punk scene in the 70s-80s (80s fics would are also great and even better if they deal with the music scene of the time in some way)
No looking for any other particular thing and human AUs are also great.
(Btw as I’m writing this season 2 has just come out so I understand if you’re a bit clogged up at the moment, like with season 3 I will wait whatever I need to wait, thank you)
We have some fics like this here, and you may also be interested in our #queen tag for fics featuring the band. Here are some more 70s and 80s fics...
Falling With Style by RiYuYami (G)
Crowley wants to show Aziraphale a fun night at a roller disco, and Aziraphale finds out that the demon has gained a bit of a reputation.
You've got the moves? Strap on your skates and show 'em off!
Don't Leave Me This Way by blueteacups (T)
Aziraphale and Crowley are in 1970s New York City taking in a disco scene. Crowley is a bit drunk and has a fall, luckily Aziraphale is there to catch him.
Be-Bop (Two Decades in Five Performances) by Vulgarweed (G)
Crowley and Aziraphale have a soundtrack, whether they like it or not (and they mostly don't). Rated for UST, drugs, and rock'n'roll. Cameos by many famous musicians, none of whom seem to realise or care just what's going on in their audience.
You Make Me Feel Like Dancing by waterofthemoon (E)
After not seeing him for a few years, Aziraphale follows Crowley into a 1970s night club, where they're both going by different names but manage to find each other anyway.
Disco Inferno by entanglednow (T)
Aziraphale's very aware of how out of place he looks in the colourful, smoke-dense and excessively loud atmosphere of the club. He's not certain whether they'd have let him in without a little ethereal encouragement. But he's inside now, and being subjected to rather more loud, regular beats and colourful flashing lights than he's entirely happy about.
Throwing Darts by redwinehouse (T)
”Is that why we’re here, then? So you can teach me how to tempt?”
Crowley nodded his chin towards the front of the tavern. Four men in their mid-twenties stood on a stage the size of a postage stamp, switching dials and tuning equipment.
“Who are they?”
“A rock and roll band.”
