#paul coates

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Broadchurch | S1EP6 | Alec Hardy’s Wettest Moments (Part 23)

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saw (2004) piece and a sketch dump!!! kinda a wild collection here . but anyways! pride piece dropping on the 30th 🫡

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The cinematography and scenery of Broadchurch is fucking amazing However, I would really like to know what were they thinking when shooting this scene?

Yeah let’s casually have a chat on a bench whilst overlooking a graveyard

edit: on further reflection it makes sense. They are investigating a murder after all (but it's still kinda funny, beautiful shots of the sea, beach and sky and then bam a graveyard)

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fleabag was onto something with the whole priest thing….

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Fandom: Broadchurch

Character: Alec Hardy

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Source: AO3

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finally getting around to watching broadchurch and i gotta say i’m appreciating arthur darvill as a hot priest

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paul coates <3

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You May Have My Precious Bones On My Return

Finishing @flashfictionfridayofficial with literally one minute to spare. I cannot overemphasize how un-proofread this is.

The prayer is taken from the Anglican Book of Prayer

Anyways.

After having Jocelyn Knight make up his will for him, Alec Hardy makes one more stop before going home.

Prompt:

By the time he reaches the vicarage he is so short of breath that he has to lean against the doorframe while he waits for his knock to be answered. Reverend Paul Coates is still hastily tying the belt on his robe when he opens the door. His hair is a nearly-blond cloud atop his head. He’s clearly been asleep.

To be fair, it’s two in the morning.

“Alec! What are you—bloody hell, you look wrecked.”

“Language,” Alec Hardy breathes the word out, unable to keep a hint of amusement from his voice. His knees start to give way underneath him and he feels his face tighten into an involuntary grimace. He’s dizzy, astoundingly so, but he hopes he’s got enough proprioception to keep from banging his head against the floor when he goes down.

Instead of hitting the ground, he’s caught in an ungainly manner by a pair of arms around his ribcage. This doesn’t make it easier to breathe.

“I’ve got you,” says a voice that sounds far too close. He feels the arms that are keeping him upright renegotiate their grip on him. Then he doesn’t feel anything.

*

He feels something cool against his left temple. When Alec forces his eyelids open, there’s a solemn and worried face peering down at him. Paul is sponging his face down with a damp cloth. “Are you with me again?”

“How long was I out?” Alec asks. He’s lying on a sofa inside of the vicarage. He makes an attempt to sit up but is forced back down with a hand on his shoulder.

“About three minutes. I’m going to ring for an ambulance.”

“No!” This tiny outburst is enough to leave him gasping for breath. He’s not making a strong argument for himself, he knows. “No ambulances. No hospital. I’m going in soon enough either way, but not tonight.”

“I think you ought to get checked over. Has this happened before?”

‘All the time’ is not an encouraging answer, so instead Alec says, “It’s chronic, yeah. Heart’s gone bad. Got an operation scheduled, got loose ends to tie up first.”

“Loose ends?” Paul is clearly unimpressed. Then he seems to process the intent behind those words and frowns. “You mean—“

“Will’s sorted. I’ve given evidence at the trial, said my piece. Couple more things to take care of, and then it won’t matter what happens.”

Paul looks like he wants to argue, but can’t think of anything to say. So instead he asks, “Does Ellie know?”

“I can’t tell her now. Not with the trial ongoing. She’ll worry, or worse: want to be there. She’s got enough on as it is.”

The reverend heaves an enormous sigh, but seems to understand that his hands are tied: he’ll have to hold this in strict confidence, whether he likes it or not. Alec thinks maybe it’s why he’s come all this way—the walk from Jocelyn’s house had felt like a death march, even with frequent stops in order to try to fill his lungs with enough air to keep up the pace. But Paul will feel obligated not to pass the information on, and he needs someone to know.

This probably isn’t what they mean by “confession.”

“Have you—um—“ the reverend trips over an inquiry that he has no tactful way to voice, “Have you come for absolution before…?”

He considers the question, unasked though it is. “Not really. With luck I’ll have absolved myself of my only regret by the time I go in. Suppose I just needed to say it all out loud. Jocelyn Knight’s done my will. She doesn’t know why. If something—well, just thought somebody ought to know.”

“Ellie ought to know.”

“She’ll find out afterwards. If not from me, then from someone.”

“Christ, you’re stubborn.”

“Are you allowed to say that?”

“I think the Almighty will make an exception when it comes to dealing with you,” Paul says. But he says it with the barest hint of a kind smile, then adds, “Listen, can I pray for you?”

Now it’s Alec’s turn to sigh. “Not sure I believe in it.”

“You don’t have to: I’m good at believing.”

“Alright then.” He watches as Paul bows his head and closes his eyes. He does not mirror the action, just studies the reverend with curiosity as he prays out loud, a supplication he’s clearly committed to memory.

“Almighty God, our heavenly Father, graciously comfort your servant Alec in his suffering, and bless the means used for his cure. Though at times he may be afraid, fill his heart with confidence that he may yet put his trust in you; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”

“Amen,” Alec repeats without really meaning to. He bobs his head in silent gratitude as Paul looks up at him. “I should be on my way,” he says, and tries again to rise.

“Absolutely not. If you won’t let me call an ambulance, the least you can do is rest here until daylight. Then I’ll drive you back. I can’t let you wander off, it will keep me from sleeping. And as you know, I’ve already got insomnia.”

Alec agrees to these terms. Paul fetches him a blanket and a glass of water. He says to give a shout if he needs anything. Left alone in the dark and silence, the words of the reverend’s prayer ricochet in his brain and make him uneasy. When he can’t lie still any longer he gets up and paces the floor like a caged animal as minutes tick into hours.

*

When Reverend Paul Coates awakens several hours later, he finds that Alec Hardy has already slipped out of the vicarage and towards whatever awaits him in the coming days. He sighs, lifts another prayer up to Heaven, and prepares to begin his day.

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I still think Paul and Mark should’ve killed the bastard when they had the chance.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Broadchurch, Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alec Hardy/Sam Winchester, Alec Hardy & Ellie Miller, Castiel & Sam Winchester Characters: Alec Hardy, Sam Winchester, Paul Coates, Castiel, Ellie Miller (Broadchurch), Daisy Hardy Additional Tags: Never Repost My Work Anywhere, Linking is Fine, Sam Winchester Deserves to be Happy, Soulmates, Alternate Universe – Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Timeline What Timeline, BAMF Sam Winchester, Crossover Pairings, Rare Pairings, dean negative, The Alexandria Organisation, May Be Expanded Upon, Sequel Series: Part 2 of SS Sam Snippets, Part 4 of Adventures of the Sailing Ship Sam Winchester Summary:

Sequel to The Book House. Alec continues to find out about his enigmatic soulmate. Meanwhile, Ellie thinks Sam might be connected to an ongoing case. Complicating everything, Castiel shows up after Sam performs an exorcism to save Paul Coates from a demon.

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Broadchurch Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Paul Coates/Original Character, Paul Coates & Alec Hardy, Alec Hardy/Ellie Miller Characters: Ellie Miller (Broadchurch), Original Characters (Broadchurch), Paul Coates (Broadchurch), Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Canon, Friends to Lovers, Late Bloomer, Romance, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Easter Series: Part 8 of Meant To Be Summary:

Paul Coates hadn't been in a relationship with a woman for more than seven years. His work at Revive was fulfilling; the halfway house was his vocation, his destiny. It was enough. Or so he continually assured himself, until the day Holly Patel showed up at his office door.

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He’s so handsome, I just can’t !

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