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fellshish · 2 months
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What watching too much broadchurch can do to an otherwise completely normal person (link to fic)
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unforgivablengk · 6 months
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I'm going to say a controversial thing
there's not enough alec/ellie fic
especially not enough hurt/comfort
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itsmymeaningoflife · 4 months
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Would anyone be mad if I wrote a 5+1 style Alec x Ellie fic?? Like 5 times they fall asleep together and 1 time they sleep together
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unbefreakinlivable · 7 months
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(Cartoonish Voice: *5 minutes later*)
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shuichiakainx · 5 months
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crawley-fell · 14 days
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Broadchurch | S1EP5 | Alec Hardy’s Wettest Moments (Part 19)
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neverendingfanart · 7 months
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And if you take my hand
Please pull me from the dark
And show me hope again
—So far, Ólafur Arnalds
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dykeganseythethird · 2 months
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partners🪻
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doctorcrowleywho · 1 year
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December 4.“Your hands are freezing!” ( Alec Hardy x reader)
25 Days of Ficmas - Day 4
“Your hands are freezing!” ( Alec Hardy x reader)  
Word count -   1369  
Warnings - A few cuss words and lots of fluff!
Pairing(s) - Alec Hardy x Gn! Reader
Summary - A cliche meeting makes Alec turn soft for you.
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If there was one thing D.I. Alec Hardy was known for, it was being a Scrooge. It wasn’t that he hated Christmas or anything like that. Contrary to popular belief he loved the holiday, some of his favorite moments with Daisy were during Christmas time. There was nothing better than seeing his little girl's face light up as she opened up what ‘Santa’ dropped off for her the night before. 
However, what Alec did hate was how loud and bright everything was. Sure, you could have Christmas spirit, but why did people have to be so proud about it? That’s why he always decided to work during the holiday season. It just seemed easier. Crime never slept and neither did the worst cop in Britain. 
On the other hand, you absolutely loved the holiday season. Seeing everyone you loved so full of love and joy just made your heart swell. But, Christmas had been recently hard for you these last couple of years. You had moved to Broadchurch for a fresh start, and even though you got one it was just that…things were a bit different. Well different than you imagined. 
Everyone was so tightly knit, but that’s what you get for moving to a small town. There was even a time when some people even gave you the stink eye because they thought you moved there for the murder trial. Which, wasn’t true at all, but you try to convince a gossiping town.
You did manage to make a few friends though, which you were so thankful for. One of them- Ellie Miller was absolutely lovely. She made sure to bring you lunches during your shifts at the local coffee shop and told you all the gossip she could think of. Which, mostly was about her obnoxious boss Alec Hardy. 
In your opinion, Alec sounded like an absolute ass, and you haven’t even met him. And honestly, you hoped and prayed you never did. Because, if he can manage to annoy Ellie at times then he must be one insanely grouchy person. 
That night you had volunteered to stay late to decorate the coffee shop for Christmas. Apparently, no one else wanted to stay and help, so you were on your own. It was going pretty much how you expected it to. The radio was on full blast with Christmas tunes as you sang along stringing lights and putting silly little window stickers everywhere you could. 
The shop was looking cuter than it ever has in a million years (obviously you should know). Plus, if people were going to complain then they’d have to fight you. You quickly glanced at the time and cursed to yourself. How the hell was it suddenly ten at night? That means you’ve been there for nearly five hours after your already long shift. 
By this time of night, there was no way you were going to catch a bus, and you didn’t want to have to pay for an uber. So, you decided it was best if you walked back to your tiny home. Now, this wasn’t the ideal option, being it was absolutely freezing outside. But, you really didn’t have any other choice. 
Pulling on your winter coat you locked up the shop, braced for the cold, and headed on your way. Walking at night never exactly scared you, but knowing the history of this town you made sure your defenses were up. 
Maybe that's why you punched the stranger with whom you collided a couple of minutes after you left the shop. 
“Oi what was that for!” A thick Scottish accent hissed out rubbing his arm.
Alec always walked back to his home after work, he was used to working late. In fact, he found it strange if he ever was able to leave on time. But, that was typical Alec. An absolute workaholic until the end.
This night was a bit different because he forgot his jacket and it was absolutely bloody freezing outside. But, he had to tough it out unless he wanted to sleep at the office again, which he has done. Let me tell you, office carpet does not make a fantastic mattress. 
“Oh jesus, I’m sorry I thought you were,” you paused awkwardly realizing this guy wasn’t a threat in the slightest. Good job, you just punched an innocent stranger in the arm. “Just, ahem sorry.” You finally coughed out.
“Nope don’t worry- not a threat-just trying to walk home-which um if you’re this jumpy would you like me to walk ya home?” he got out in a series of awkwardness that you barely understood.  
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you considered this stranger's offer, he seemed sweet enough. To be fair he was quite handsome, the moonlight illuminated his face beautifully. He had soft messy brown hair, chocolate puppy dog eyes that seemed to hold the weight of the world, and a beard that looked scratchier than sandpaper. Your perfect man.
“Before I say yes to your tempting offer, can you first tell me your name?” You said giving him a gentle friendly smile. 
He hesitated for a moment, almost as if he didn’t like his name enough to tell anyone. But, he finally got it out “Alec, it’s Alec Hardy.” he said offering you his hand to shake. 
Hearing his name was all you needed to have your mouth fall to the floor. This was Alec? That wasn’t possible! The Alec you heard about was mean and stubborn and annoyingly grumpy. This man was kind and sweet and handsome (yes you admit it, you had eyes didn’t you?). 
“Alec? The same Alec Hardy that works with Ellie Miller?” You asked probably sounding a bit more excited than you ever should.
Alec raised an eyebrow eyeing you up and down. Not in a rude way more in an ‘I’m trying to figure you out’ kind of way.  “Yeah….why?” 
“Oh, she’s my friend! It’s nice to finally meet the man she talks so much about- I’m Y/N by the way,” you said smiling brightly as you finally took his hand that was still awkwardly out. “Your hands are freezing!” you gasped out immediately cupping both of his hands in your own, concern pooling in your eyes. 
Seeing you like this made Alec practically melt, who gave you the right to care this much? You guys just met, and maybe that’s what was so precious about it. The fact that you could find it in your heart to care for a stranger like this. 
It was at that moment Alec felt himself fall, just like all those romance books and movies Daisy watches. He used to pretend that the hated them, but deep down he wished he could find someone that made him feel all of those silly little butterflies. Perhaps he found it in you. 
“Forgot a jacket.” he chuckled simply as his gaze softened. 
“Oh in this weather? And you call yourself a detective?” you gave him a joking ‘are you crazy?’ look making him chuckle even more.
“Worst one in Britain I’m afraid.” he shook his head, and he didn’t dare remove his hands from yours. Not when they felt so right being there. 
Slowly, you gazed down at your hands. Now it was your turn for your heart to do flips. You gently took one of his hands and pulled his sweater sleeve over it creating a mitten of sorts. Then you took the other one and lace your fingers with his before guiding it into your jacket pocket. All the while he was staring at you with a look of dumbfounded adoration. 
“Not the best solution but at least you’ll warm up a little bit.” you laughed suddenly feeling a little awkward. 
“I like it,” he mumbled squeezing your hand gently. “, come on let's get you home.” he raised his eyebrows encouraging you to lead the way. 
“Right off we go then, Alec.” you glanced over at him as you two walked in comfortable silence. He gave you the softest smile somehow letting you know that he liked his name when it came from your lips. 
This was going to be a wonderful Christmas.
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1lostone · 5 months
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Welp. I’ve read the entire Broadchurch tag on AO3. I’ve read the great ones, the good ones, and the not-so-great-but-I’m-desperate-to-stay-in-this-verse ones.
I guess it’s time to write something. Here’s me scoootching into a fandom, almost 10 years late.
Do I have any Ellie/Alec peeps that I can scream with?
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lexyychinchillaa · 5 months
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ok so i get that people ship alec and ellie but i personally dont. like i wouldnt be upset if they did end up together but i like that they were a solid male and female combo without it becoming a romance. it was a nice change from most shows
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fellshish · 2 months
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‘how could they have *lost* your booking?!’ ‘shut up we’re lucky we at least got the last room’ AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BAD AHAHAHA holy shit the show ships them as much as we do 💀
Oh noooo not the broadchurch bedsharing scene…. I have so many thoughts about it. Because it’s decidedly not a shipping scene…. An anti shipping scene, even. The show doesn’t want us to ship hardy and miller and the hotel bedsharing is supposed to demonstrate how lacking in desire for each other they are. Joke’s on them because come on!!! It’s SO tense. If you don’t want shippers, A) don’t write so many tropey scenes, B) don’t write at all. Fandom’s gonna fandom.
The broadchurch bedsharing scene serves two big functions at that point in the narrative.
One, it’s supposed to hilariously contrast with the hot and steamy sex lee and claire are having in that very same moment. Which uhhhhh is an interesting choice of parallel if you don’t want ppl to ship them loooool
Two, it’s supposed to remind us how much miller and hardy, as opposed to soooo many female/male detective shows, are not a potential couple at all. But here’s the thing. David tennant has chemistry with all his costars. And the scene is written soooooooo shippable???
First of all. They have such old married couple energy already. Miller tells hardy off for offering to sleep in the car, since he has a heart condition (a HEART condition. Don’t read into it though ;;))))) ) and like the subby non-husband he is, he gives up trying to fight it immediately.
They do the whole i’ll be on top of the sheets you’ll be under them dance. Which makes it MORE awkward than if they just slept together like adults. Then miller tries to lighten the mood with a half joke about how it’s a “bit weird”, to absolute CRICKETS from hardy. Then she decides the best thing to do is ask him again if he’d slept with his suspect????? After which he tells her grumpily to go to sleep, turns around and dreamily remembers the suspect lying down next to him??????????? Which is an insane choice of the show tbh knowing the actual context. And the fact that hardy always refuses to answer this question to test miller’s faith in him and his morals….. come on. Come onnnnn!!!! Oh how easily this scene could be read as two severely emotionally constipated characters unwilling to relax just one muscle for fear of the p immediately landing in the v.
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cascodedtech · 20 days
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I feel like my favorite bestie duos have very similar energy:
Doctor x Donna (platonic only) - man (gn) thinks he's brilliant and his friend informs him he isn't; humbles him; teases him. Would burn the world down for him.
Alec x Ellie (platonic and ship) - man (sadwetpathetic) thinks he's brilliant and his friend informs him he isnt; humbles him; teases him. Would, probably, burn the world down for him.
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I’m burning to write some Alec Hardy/Ellie Miller fanfiction. As I know it’s controversial I’ll clarify I mean romantic not platonic. Is the fandom dead? Is anyone still interested in slow burn, multi chapter for this pairing?
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unbefreakinlivable · 8 months
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BC
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nvrve · 14 days
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hardy x miller
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