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Happy Friday all! I've a LOT of GO fics to continue to recommend, so I hope you all enjoy this bonus 5FF list, and be sure to give some love to this week's selection of Aziracrow Goodness! Enjoy!
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Don't Look Back by CopperBeech (T, 2,778 w., 1 Ch. || Post S2, Idiots in Love, Hurt Crowley, Emotional Hurt, Angry Crowley, Protective Aziraphale, Hell is Terrible, Singing, Light Comfort) – Aziraphale’s the Supreme Archangel now, tasked with moving forward the next step in the Great Plan. Then he gets a message. Hell has something he wants, if he has what it takes to retrieve it.
Aziraphale's Diaries Series by azzfell & fellshish (T, 10,865+ w. across 4 works || Series WIP || Meta Fics, Diary/Journal, Epistolary, Fluff and Humour, Hijinks / Shenanigans, Oblivious Aziraphale, Snake-Like Crowley, Aziraphale's Diary, Huddling for Warmth, Idiots in Love, POV Aziraphale, Trapped in a Closet, Fake Relationship, Historical References, Secret Identity, Musical References) – Stand-alone fics from the POV of Aziraphale (written as his diaries).
So the Story Goes... by PrincessOfHouseNightstar (M, 19,206 w., 10 Ch. || Alice in Wonderland Fusion || Post S1 Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Protective Aziraphale, BAMF Aziraphale, Discorporation, Gabriel is Not Nice, Hellfire & Holy Water, Kissing, Hand Holding, Food as a Sex Metaphor, Crowley Watching Aziraphale Eating, Slight Arousal, Miracle Blocker, Happy Ending) – After a rude interruption to one of his reading sessions, Aziraphale finds himself in Wonderland. He gets more than he bargained for and ends up pinned with the responsibility of saving Wonderland from certain destruction. Will he stay and help, or run due to his anxieties? Only time will tell.
Scare me goodnight, my love by The_Rogue_Bard (T, 22,547 w., 5 Ch. || S1 Canon Compliant, Five and One, Getting Together, First Kiss, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Asexual Crowley, Asexual Aziraphale, Movie Night, Fluff, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Crowley's Working, Aziraphale Tries to Help) – Beelzebub assigns a sleep paralysis job to Crowley. Unfortunately, the victim they have chosen does not sleep, is an angel, and could not be less scared of a demon he's known for 6000 years. Even more unfortunately, the Lord of Hell does not care for excuses. Crowley has five nights to fulfill the assignment... or else. Or: Five times Crowley failed as Aziraphale's sleep paralysis demon and one time he didn't.
On Espionage and Prophecy (or How to Accidentally, but Wholly, Fall in Love With a Soho Bookseller) by RockSaltAndRoll (E, 133,390 w., 21 Ch. || Human Spy AU || World War II, Secret Agent Crowley, Bookseller Aziraphale, Mutual Pining, Espionage, Slow Burn, Romance, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Frottage, Sex, Angst, Praise Kink, Intercrural Sex, Oral Sex, Happy Ending) – 1941 is the London Blitz and the year that MI5 really comes into its own with the now infamous ‘double cross’ system. The service keep tabs on suspects, root out enemy agents and try to turn them into doubles. Anthony J Crowley is fucking great at this job. He can be sneaky, underhanded and damn ruthless but also charming and kind. It’s what makes him good at turning. Aziraphale is just a regular Soho bookseller who loves his shop and books and good food and wine when he’s approached by a woman claiming to be MI5, wanting to recruit him for espionage. The poor man is too trusting and gets the shock of his life when he’s approached by a charming but dangerous-looking man also claiming to be MI5. Crowley recruits Aziraphale to double cross a double crosser and Aziraphale takes to espionage like a duck to water. Danger, hijinks, and sex ensue. Part 1 of Espionage and Omens
I've witnessed Sherlock do this on a number of occasions, and the fact is, I'm no stranger to the concept myself.
When I’m writing a blog post, when I’m in the kitchen making dinner, when I’m daydreaming about my mad flatmate in the shower, are some examples of me being stuck inside my head. Of course, I don’t have a Mind Palace like he has. I don’t walk down imagined corridors, into libraries, labs, cellars, and what have you like he does when he leaves for his spacious second home.
Unlike him, I’m easily roused out of my torpor. Just a touch to my shoulder, my name softly spoken, or the scent of tea, is enough to pull me back to the present.
I’m not in the habit of losing myself in thoughts for longer periods like Sherlock does. Mostly, only a few minutes have passed before I’m back to full consciousness. Therefore, it’s utterly fascinating to me that my best friend can stay in his Mind Palace for endless hours.
“Have you ever got lost? Been unable to return?”
It’s a ridiculous question, of course, but I’ve always wondered. His answer both worries and astounds me.
“I have. Only once. It was unnerving.”
“Oh, wow. But… um… how – “
“Mycroft.”
Of course, his brother and mentor – the man who has taught him this memory technique in the first place – would come to his aid when he realised that Sherlock had lost himself in his head.
“How? When?”
“I don’t recall how. It was years before we met. I was… high.”
Despite that I’d suspected this, it hurts to hear him admit it. The stinging sensation in my heart - as if I’ve been stabbed with a stiletto - is as real as the toast on my plate.
“I’m glad he was there,” I say quietly.
“Indeed,” he agrees.
***
For each passing week, it happens more frequently. And it doesn’t only apply to when I’m in the flat. Even at grim crime scenes I lose myself in thoughts of Sherlock.
His agility – jumping over fences like an athlete. His large hands – gesturing elegantly. His voice – deep and resonant, speaking to my very core. His lips – lush and breath-taking. His hair – tousled or perfectly coiffed. His coat, his tight trousers, and shirts – making my knees weak.
“Out with it!”
I’m so startled, I nearly topple over. A large hand grabs my elbow gently, and Sherlock’s baritone scolds someone called George for being rude.
“Come on, John. We have a killer to catch!”
And without further ado, I’m running after my mad and gorgeous detective, while my phone buzzes in my jacket pocket.
Later - the killer is behind bars, and Sherlock delights in my adoring praise of his flawless deductions – I get a chance to check my mobile.
Are you ok? You lost yourself in your head again today. Like Sherlock does. What’s going on, John? Out with it!
“What does Gavin want?” Sherlock drawls from his chair.
“Nothing,” I say.
My blush is competing with the flames in the hearth, and I’m one hundred percent sure Sherlock knows I’m lying. He always does.
***
One of the many perks of Sherlock retreating to his Mind Palace, is that I get to observe him undisturbed. I only let my gaze linger when his eyes are shut. Granted, I’ve tried to wave my hand in front of his face when they are open; he doesn’t even blink, so I know it’s safe. Nevertheless, I don’t want to push my luck.
What will he think if he saw me drinking him in like a man finally reaching an oasis in a dry desert? It doesn’t bear thinking about.
At the moment, Sherlock’s eyes are closed, so it’s safe to ogle his lithe frame, his steepled hands, his slightly parted lips. I let my eyes wander and linger wherever they desire. My tongue darts out to lick my chapped lips, and to my horror I realise that I’m drooling slightly. Christ.
When I have swiped the moist away, Sherlock’s eyes are open, meeting mine with an unexpected fondness. I find myself unable to look away. Maybe it’s time to stop this pretence and just dive into the unknown.
“So, this is what Gerald meant,” he murmurs.
“What?”
“His remark, and I quote: ‘Out with it.’”
Shit. He heard that. Obviously. His hearing is –
“John, don’t. Please.”
Please, what? I can’t comprehend what the familiar voice asks.
When something warm registers on my face, I open my eyes to find Sherlock kneeling in front of my chair, his delicate hands cupping my face.
“You need to stop doing that,” he whispers, “it feels like you’re leaving me.”
“I would never do that to you, Sherlock,” I say softly, and lift my own hands to caress his precious head.
“Good.”
We are both properly present when our lips meet for the first time. After all, this isn’t something any of us would want to miss.
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So funny story; I listen to music all night (like I have music going to whole fucking night yo. It helps me sleep or some shit, idk.) So at midnight I was still up and I was just scrolling through Tumblr when RIGHT AT FUCKING 12AM Heat Of The Moment stars blasting through my speakers and I’m just sat there like
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