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  1. Public Bookmark 16

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    A famous pianist is found in a burned-out car at a local beauty spot, an apparent victim of suicide. Assigned to work the case together, Hardy and Miller must make sense of her death while working through (and around) the tangle of their own changing relationship.

    A Broadchurch case-fic that follows a standalone Ellie-centric prologue, which I gently suggest you read before this one.

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    17 Aug 2019

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    A half-step is all it takes to get Aziraphale close enough to murmur into Crowley’s ear, “Put the light out when you go to bed, and I’ll come to you.”

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    13 Jul 2019

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    “I have standards,” Aziraphale huffed.

    “Don’t I know it,” Crowley sighed. And then, like he’d done it a hundred times before, he covered Aziraphale’s hand with his.

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    16 Jun 2019

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    "Terribly sorry, but you're late," said the Metatron, tapping its wrist. "I do regret pointing that out."

    Beelzebub bristled, regarding the bench with blank, yet tired eyes of flame. "There wazz much congezztion in the Fifth Circle. It could not be helped." It looked at the Metatron. "Apologiezz."

    "We had better get on with this, and I have orders to make it quick," the Metatron sighed, dubiously taking a seat on the bench. The rain-slick wood hissed and smouldered. "Sit down," it said.

    Beelzebub shrugged, but stiffly, as if this were a gesture in which it did not often indulge. Between the two of them, they now had the bench smoking profusely. "Parley. What are your termzz?"

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    11 Jun 2019

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    "Oh," Aziraphale says. "I think Crowley might have moved in with me."

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    09 Jun 2019