04 Dec 2019
*Rises from the Challenger Deep like an ancient, Lovecraftian Hellbeast*
This picks up a few days after the averted apocalypse and begins with a rather shamelessly indulgent bath scene involving our favourite Demon.
I am entirely unrepentant.
I'm trash and I love it.
Blame David Tennant for being so bloody delicious.
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18 Feb 2020
03 Sep 2019
Since Eden Crowley tried to express his emotions towards Aziraphale by writing them down. Poems, little hymns even, all dedicated to Aziraphale. But due to Aziraphale's passion for literature, Crowley's too afraid to show any of them. Maybe they're not good enough for his angel, maybe his love isn't even mutual. That was until Aziraphale discovered all these poems by himself.
They never noticed these small changes in their typical behaviour. How Saru's less focused and Michael less controlled, whenever they're near each other.
In a galaxy where everyone sees in black and white until they meet their soulmate Michael never expected to find hers aboard a Starfleet ship. Even more unexpected was the fact her soulmate wasn’t even human.
- Part 31 of My Comment Fics
His first night on the Bridge, sitting in the Captain’s chair. Paul wiggled in excitement for the first hour. He’d never sat in the chair or had the con.