I always knew I'd get around to writing apocalypse fic eventually. A trio flee London, and resettle on the cliffs of Cornwall. No spoilers as such, apart from characters. There is also a reference back to this.

( take cover )

Chapter 1: Storm

( better for it )

I decided to do this all at once, because I have neither the time nor the inclination to keep it up for a month. And the fact that it was started quite a long time ago, and is now finished for most people. Late to the party!

( lively this side of the river, isn't it? )

Written for caelly , as a present (16 days before Christmas); Dimitri, after the events of 9.01. Coming back to London.

( phosphorous trail )

Ruth & Dimitri, in the wake of S9. Spoilers from S5 onward. Title, epigraph, and end quote from Khalil Gibran's The Prophet (Why, hello, S3!).

( there will be a time )

So this is a series now? Ruth ficlet; post 5.05, 600 words. There are more of these to come, because apparently Laura Marling gives me lots of ideas. Right.

( you can put it out, but you can't break it down )

Beth and Dimitri, in the wake of 9.03; ficlet, 500 words. Epigraph from the wonderful Laura Marling.


( their eyes could make us weak )

Just because:


( Read more... )

 First off: this wonderful fic I must rec: http://hestia8.livejournal.com/553761.html?#cutid1 Go read it NOW. ALL OF YOU.

Now, onto series 9...

( SPOILERS & meta(ish) )

 Everyone else is doing this, so I will join in. Don't read if you don't want spoilers.
( picspam & spoilers )