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You know I'm no good
Hardy x Hannah | 450 words | Suggestive themes
Inspired by @gingerteaonthetardis 's moodboard 💛
This is by far the stupidest thing he’s ever had to be a part of: mixing in with the crowd, undercover, at some posh sex party.
Pretentious smut, he reminds himself, feeling out of his depths. But there's a killer at large, and if there's a chance this will protect people, he'll take it.
“Just pretend to be one of them voyeurs,” his boss had said.
Still, there is something undeniably enticing about the glow of the candlelight against the honey-colored stone, the chimes of champagne glasses, the brush of satin and velvet and silk on his touch-starved skin as he walks through the room.
When he sees her, she’s sitting on a widow seat, a book in one hand, a man’s head between her legs. She takes her eyes off the page and looks back at him. His heart stutters. She loses her composure for a fraction of a second but it’s enough to know she has recognized him.
Shit, she could blow up his cover. Blow up his whole life. He’s tried to stay away from her, to resist, he really has this time.
Hannah grips the anonymous man’s hair and raises her hips to meet his mouth. Hardy swallows thickly, but he can’t look away. A phantom flavor teases his tongue. She never breaks eye contact with Hardy, not even when she comes.
Later, when Hannah brushes by him, she slips something in his hand: a key, engraved with a room number.
He walks through the dim corridors in a daze. There are hands on him. Champagne bubbles burst against his teeth. Heat flows beneath his skin. Memories of her wash over him.
The room is mostly empty safe for a Tudor chair, dark wood engraved with patterns that will mark his skin. A coil of thick rope rests at his feet. Not a lifeline. He’s in too deep already.
“Nice suit,” she taunts.
"Nice dress."
She isn't wearing one. She’s wrapped only in midnight blue and charm.
“I’m on duty,” he says.
“Me too.”
She walks towards him. Heels on stone, swaying hips and ruby lips.
“Han…” A weak protest.
“Shhh.”
He sits down obediently and looks up at her with his big brown eyes.
“You’ve tried so hard, working and working, helping others,” she murmurs. There's a rhythm to her words that feels like an incantation. “It’s okay. You’ve done so well.”
She runs a hand through his hair, nails skimming his scalp. Shivers of delight run down his spine. The moon to his ocean, she pulls something deep inside of him. His eyes flutter shut.
“Now won’t you be good for me?”
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I'm trying to remember all the various tags for my favorite Doctor Who related ships.
There's the obvious ones-
#Doctor x Rose
#(Doctor/s number/s) x Rose
Then there are the older ones
#TimePetals (I think this is any Doctor with Rose, but mostly Ten)
#FicAndChips (any Doctor with Rose, but mostly Nine) also #PicAndChips for fanart
#TenInchFic and #teninch (any David Tennant character with any Billie Piper character)
Weren't there also tags for:
Any Christopher Eccleston character with any Billie Piper character?
Ten with any Billie Piper character?
Rose with any David Tennant character?
Or am I getting these wrong?
#fanfic#ship tags#doctor who#fic and chips#ficandchips#timepetals#teninch#teninch fic#nine x rose#ten x rose#nine/rose#ten/rose#ten/rose/tentoo#there have to be more
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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 (4/?) | Meet Me on the Equinox
by @lostinfic
ʜᴀɴɴᴀʜ ʙᴀxᴛᴇʀ x ᴀʟᴇᴄ ʜᴀʀᴅʏ, ᴇ, 50ᴋ+
She often thought of visiting a new country as flings. The way they occupy all your thoughts and that anticipation of seeing them. You want to know everything about them. There’s always more to discover and experience. You can’t get enough, but you know it can’t last. And in a way, that’s the best thing about it because you only have time to see the best of them. You must enjoy it while it lasts. When it ends, you’re sad and miss them, but, in all honesty, you wouldn’t settle there permanently. She was only ever faithful to London. Or perhaps she had yet to find the one.
#this fic is just... i come back to it time and time again because it is so cozy to me <3 so many scenes you can see like a snapshot#and so many moments i want to just slide into and rest inside of. if that even makes sense#teninch pairings you will always be famous!!#hannah baxter#alec hardy#sdoacg#broadchurch#hannah x hardy#fic rec#moodboard
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1, 2, 7 and 8! I had to stop reading the list because I liked all the questions!
What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out? Would you do it again?
So much new stuff this year! I started writing/posting fic for AoS/Marvel when I'd only posted fic for Doctor Who (and Teninch, a few crossover ships with the same actors from other shows). This was also my first gay pairing to write and publish for. While I did write off and on in 2021, 2022 was my return to posting fic after zero posted fic in 2021, only two in 2020, and very few in 2019.
Yes, I am pretty happy with this change, and I will keep writing it into the new year!
2. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?
Writing a sapphic pairing did wonders for helping me accept my own sapphic identity! I was too nervous to write wlw for years, thinking it wasn’t my place, but not only was it okay, it was 100% my place in more depth than I knew. haha
I also learned I can write longer fic, but it takes a lot of intentionality in addition to having an active muse due to the ADHD, something I didn’t have an official diagnosis for when I was writing short DW fic every weekend and getting burned out and bored.
7. What fic meant the most to you to write?
Definitely The Family Secret series. I had never written anything this size (51k!) and over so much time (I first got the idea in April 2021, started posting in March 2022, and finished publishing it in September 2022!). It was adventure fic with a villain and a plot and a whole universe of an alternate Shield and academy with different dynamics and character backstories that really challenged me to grow as a writer and helped me get into the characters' heads as they faced new challenges in the story.
8. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
Honestly, I think it’s the holiday one I’m about to finish this weekend! May be some recency bias there, but I love writing holiday fic and this one is full of tropes and traditions.
Thanks! <3
Send me Year in Review asks and reblog to receive your own!
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Okay, so after re-watching the season premiere of the new Law & Order, binge watching all of Hannibal in just the past week, re-watching Case of the Gilded Lily, listening to “The Benefits of Being My Man”, and reading a bunch of “Teninch” (aka any David Tennant character/Rose Tyler) fic, I got an idea...
Will Graham/Samantha Maroun Noir!AU
Will served in the second World War, but was discharged after D-Day due to injury.
Sam works as a singer in a dance hall/bar to pay her way through law school and support her family.
There’s pining and gorgeous 40s gowns and murder, all the good stuff.
And I came up with the name for for any Hugh Dancy character/Samantha Maroun -- Odelugh! Make it happen! Spread it wide! Fly my pretties!
(Also, I can work in Will’s encephalitis, as it can be traced back to people who survived the 1918 flu pandemic)
#Fanfic and Fandom#Crossover#Noir AU#Law & Order#Hannibal#Hannibal NBC#Nolan x Sam#Nolan x Samantha#Nolan Price x Samantha Maroun#Will x Sam#Will x Samantha#Will Graham x Samantha Maroun#Odelugh#Ella Says Shit#Nolan Price#Will Graham#Sam Maroun#Samantha Maroun#Hugh Dancy#Odelya Halevi
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Rose x Alec 'nice shirt'
@gallifreystray, this is for you! I pray to God the coppers have the changing rooms with showers at the stations for the sake of this fic :D
Prompts are open - see the pinned post in my account ♥️
AO3 or read below the cut.
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Detective Inspector Alec Hardy stepped into the changing room just near the loos, slightly swaying on his feet. It’s been 36 hours since he had last slept, uninterrupted, for more than 3 hours, and pacemaker or not, it has started taking its toll on him. His chest was aching dully on the left side, too, and he understood that it was high time to go home and fall into restorative sleep/coma unless he wanted to find himself on the hospital bed, again. Pretending to be Becca Fisher’s husband.
Hardy shuddered slightly when he remembered about all the awkward moment shared with the hotel owner.
He couldn’t allow himself to come home, though – his ex-wife had decided to stay over with his teenage daughter, Daisy, and he allowed the two women to take up his chalet for the time being. It was probably for the better – Becca would be delighted to have some fresh gossip on his and Tess's catastrophic marriage – he didn’t need more of the bad fame that he already had.
Shower at the police station and a kip on the couch in his office it was, then.
Alec shucked his clothes off as he stepped into the shower cubicle that protected his modesty with matted glass walls. The hot water poured over his tired body and made him even more weary. It seemed that his legs were made of jelly and the urgency to sleep seemed almost unbearable. He scrubbed his hair clean from the dust and grease that permeated his body while he and Miller were solving the drug-use case in the pizzeria 20 miles South of Broadchurch. It was a murder disguised as an overdose – yet the traces indicated that there was more than one sloppy murderer involved in the case of the lad in the dingy pizza place.
Hardy turned off the steaming water and wrapped his hips in the clean towel that was lying in the neat stack left of the shower cubicle. He opened the glass door and stepped outside careful not to slip on the watery grey tile.
His heart wasn’t hurting as hard as it was ten minutes before but he was still due for his deserved rest.
Hardy proceeded to his locker only to realise that the key he procured from the pockets of his grey trousers didn’t fit.
He understood his mistake too late – the door to the room opened in the distance, and someone walked into the room to stop at the other row of the lockers to rummage through their things.
Through her things.
This wasn’t the male changing room.
The locker wasn’t his.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alec chanted quietly under his nose while hastily putting his pants and his teal-coloured shirt on.
A soft gasp interrupted his attempts to try and get decent in front of the audience.
The audience being the new recruit transferred from London.
Detective Sergeant Rose Tyler.
Rose bloody Tyler.
The young blonde woman who had been eyeing him greedily ever since the first day she was assigned to work under his “tyranny”. He heard her say so but couldn’t find it in him to be angry at DS Tyler. It was refreshing to hear truth about himself after all the buttering up his employees tried to do in hopes of winning his kindness.
The looks the blonde was giving him were enough to make his cold blood run hot and his half-dead body reminded him that he was a man in his early forties and, pacemaker or not, he could still experience all the things he experienced back when he was a young lad, only he could control himself better these days.
While Alec was struggling futilely to arrange his appearance into something that barely reminded the meaning the word “decent”, Rose bloody Tyler didn’t lose a chance to make him go tomato-red at her innuendos.
“A nice shirt you’ve got there, Inspector. I like the colour, works nice with your eyes. Like a colour palette from the fancy furniture store. The pants, though...a little bit “meh”. I thought you’d be different under all of those layers of yours. Brighter. Braver. More unexpected. Still, I have to cut you some slack, it’s been one hell of a case, and I’m dying for a shower and a kip, too. Do you mind vacating the shower, sir? Or do you want me to wash your back?” the woman spoke nonchalantly.
Damn this woman! Oh, she had to know the power she held over him. She was his subordinate when it came to the paper work. Yet she was brilliant and never needed his surveillance. Rose Tyler eliminated three males that tried to assault her while she was working on the ‘Pizza Case’, as the police station named it. Hardy nearly had a fucking heart attack when Miller reported to him that one of his agents, specifically Rose Tyler, landed in the hospital with a mild concussion and several stitches after the brawl with the bullies who didn’t want the world to know about the drug dealing in the surroundings of Broadchurch.
Yet there she was, Rose bloody Tyler, with nary a scratch on that pretty face of hers, making fun of his lame state of being.
Damn her for reviving the things Alec thought were long dead and gone.
Bless her for making him feel alive.
He’d have that kip on the couch, he’d close the bleeding drug case and he’d send her packing to London back to the station she came from.
He’d stop being her supervisor.
He’d find Rose Tyler and he would let her relax and kip with him alright. She would never know about his traitorous failing heart and he wouldn’t have to listen to his boss’s lectures about fucking his subordinates.
Alec knew she was willing to wait. Rose Tyler turned out to be a patient woman, and he would have to make her waiting worth the while.
Rose gave him a teasing tongue-touched smile while he struggled into the jacket of his suit and offered him his tie on the way out.
Such a flirt.
The door to the ladies’ changing rooms shut close and Alec sighed, leaning onto it. Thank God it was Rose. She wasn’t the type to gossip, so his mistake would never be heard of by the rest of the team, Miller included.
Detective Inspector Alec Hardy sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. These were the rough days. Still, he had something to expect by the end of the ‘Pizza Case’.
Rose Tyler’s goodbye smile was enough to keep him going.
#Alec Hardy#Rose Tyler#Hardy x Rose#Alec x Rose#Broadchurch#ficandchips#teninch fic#timepetals#prompt#prompt fill#teninch
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I know it's not strictly tenrose but do u know of any broadchurch stories where Rose replaces DS Miller or any other sort of cross overs with her involved? I'm sure there must be some somewhere
Oh yes, there definitely are! A lot of great Doctor/Rose writers also write teninch crossovers (explanation, for the benefit of any new fans). We don’t cover non-Doctor/Rose fics here, but we can send you to some places that do!
@teninchfic and @teninchficawards-blog for recs of great stories over the years
the hardy x rose tag on @timepetalscollective
On this blog, check out the section on fobbed DT characters here - might scratch the itch ;)
I know there are recent multichapter fics too, like @lizann5869 - and anyone who follows this pairing, feel free to rec authors/fics/rec blogs/your own stuff in the comments!
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Broadchurch
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Alec Hardy/Rose Tyler, Clara Oswin Oswald/Danny Pink
Characters: Alec Hardy, Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor | John Smith, Clara Oswin Oswald, Danny Pink, Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, Graham O'Brien, Ryan Sinclair, Yasmin Khan, Ellie Miller (Broadchurch), Daisy Hardy
Additional Tags: Alec as alt!Ten, Lovecraftian, This fic is a love/horror fic, Dark fluff, major pining, smutty moments, References to Lovecraft, Soulmark AU
Summary:
"My name is Alec. I've been having nightmares ever since I was a little boy. All of them seem to feature the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. We have the same mark on our wrists, and when she touches me.... I can't explain it. She's everything, and it's destroying my life..."
After solving the case of Danny Latimer, Alec's sister Clara invites him on a yacht to take a weekend trip to get to know some of her lady friends. They don't realise what the ocean depths have in store for them, and that a dream isn't always just a dream...
This is an inexcusably late @dwsecretsanta for @davinasgirlfriend -- I am so sorry, I have been knocked out with the flu for about 2 weeks, and the fevers and weakness left me with nothing, except for this idea. I hope you like it!
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We Keep This Love In A Photograph
Chapter 2/?
Words: 1465
TW: Stillbirth, Angst, grieving parent, anxiety attack
Summary: Alex made her choice, John makes his.
AO3
John tried to remember not to run through the halls as he made his way back to the waiting area where he’d sat with Olivia just an hour ago. He found his leather jacket and book still sitting on the chair, barely stopping to scoop them up on his way down to the main doors. His car was where he left it, parked along the yellow curb, although now there was a yellow checkered penalty notice stuck to his windshield. He couldn’t be bothered as he turned his jacket over, digging out his keys from the pocket.
Unlocking the car and opening the boot, he laid down the folder Dr. Parks had given him. Tucked in the back of the boot two small bags lay on their sides, one pink and one blue, only half covered by the blanket he’d thrown over them. John took a deep breath as he reached out and set the pink bag right side up in front of him. He slowly removed the white tissue and then pulled out the small grey baby grow suit neatly folded on the bottom. He let the soft garment unravel in his hands as he read the scrawling description on the front. “Be worthy love, and love will come.” He closed his eyes tight and braced himself against the opening of the boot. Upon opening them he spots the top of the carseat he had installed just yesterday. He had spent weeks doing research, making sure to get the safest one he could. Now it sat useless. The more he stared at it the more panic began to build.
“You’re stalling. You don’t have time for this,” he berates himself. He takes another deep breath as he puts his leather jacket on then carefully folds the baby grow and puts it in his pocket. Without thinking, he grabs the 1st edition Little Women book just before he closes the boot and turns back toward the hospital entrance. The next several moments pass by in a blur. He has vague recollections of using his key fob to lock the car, he murmurs a thank you to the kind old woman who held the front door open for him, he apologizes to a janitor for bumping into him on the way down the hall. Before he realizes what’s happening, Dr. Park is leading him down a quiet hallway on the opposite end of Alex’s room. He’s stopped in front of a pale green door, his eyes drawn to the small discreet sign below the room number.
|The Starlight Suite|
“Mr. Helm?” Dr. Park places a hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his stupor.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I asked if you had any questions before we go inside.” She spoke softly.
“Ah. No. No I’m…”
“John?”
“Sorry. No. I’m ready.” He tears his eyes from the door to look at Dr. Park.
“Okay. Grace, our bereavement midwife, is inside. She’ll help you get settled and can connect you with any resources we talked about earlier.”
John nodded.
“I’m so sorry again.”
Dr. Parks opened the door before John had a chance to respond and he walks in automatically. It feels like someone has left the air conditioning on just a notch too high. To his left sits a plush couch and a small coffee table with a small assortment of tea light candles. On the far side, a small kitchenette and an open door that leads to a full bathroom. To his right, there’s a large queen sized bed with a wooden headboard made up with a patchwork quilt, The wall behind it painted like a watercolor picture, pale green and blue fade together like the ocean tide. On the other side of the bed sits a tufted rocking chair and a white cot, a small canopy drawn over one end so that he can’t quite see inside from where he stands. There’s a small tube running out of the back and there’s a quiet hum like the white noise of a portable air conditioner.
A woman he hadn’t noticed before walks around the bed, “Hello John. My name’s Grace. I’m so sorry for you loss.”
“Um. Hi.” He’s about to add nice to meet you when the absurdity of the phrase hits him. He quickly puts his copy of Little Women on the coffee table and wipes his hands on his trousers before reaching out to shake the midwife’s hand. She covers his hand with hers.
“I’m so sorry for your loss. If there’s anything I can get for you, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thanks. Thank you. I uh, I don’t really know if there is anything. Not yet. I just,” he takes a deep breath, and his voice cracks “I just want to hold my daughter.” He pulls his hand back and scrubs his face. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be John.” Dr Parks says, “I have to go back to my office now, but I told Grace to page me if you need me, okay?”
“Yeah. Thank you. Sincerely.”
John shakes her hand as well before she makes her leave.
“Alright John. You’re in charge here. You can take all the time you’d like, there is absolutely no time limit here, no pressure.” Grace says.
“Her Mu-, my uh, well, Alex and Olivia don’t know I’m here. She didn’t want...” he stammers.
“That’s okay. Dr. Park said she’ll be resting for a while yet, so for now I don’t want you to think about anyone but yourself. You do what you need to do.”
He nods as he looks over again at the cot.
“Would you like me to stay with you? Or would you prefer some privacy?”
“She’s in there?”
“Yes.”
“And I can pick her up? I can hold her?”
“Of course. Dr. Parks said you brought an outfit?”
He nods, not looking away from the cot.
“You can dress her if you’d like. Just be gentle with her. If you need it, I can help.”
“I - I think I’d rather do this on my own.”
Grace walked around the back cot to stand next to the small blue generator. "Okay. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you how this works and then I’ll give you some space.”
John hesitated before stepping any closer. He kept his eyes on Grace, not ready to peak into the wicker basket.
“This is what’s keeping the mat in the cot cold.” She explained as John came closer. “This cot lifts off the stand here if you want to move it onto the bed. The tubes reach if you place it on this side so you don’t have to move this part if you don’t want to. It’s set for 8 C right now. Every once in a while just give it a glance. If you see it’s gone higher than 12 or 13 C press the down arrow here and it will adjust.”
“Okay.” John still keeping his eyes diverted from the cot.
“You can take her out and cuddle her. Keep her bundled when you do. Every 10 minutes or so though lay her back in the cot. Give her 20 minutes or so to cool down. This is how her body will stay cool. When you dress her, do it here.”
Johns breath shuddered. “Okay.”
“Last thing. This,” she points to the ornate box placed on the bed side table, “is a memory box. There’s a few things inside for you to use if you’d like. An ink pad and cardstock for prints, a few clay imprints, a small kit to save a lock of hair. Nice thing to do between cuddles. Use any and all that you want. You’re free to take any photos with your phone, there are chargers in the nightstand, or we can have someone come in and take any you want.”
“Yeah, okay.” He understood the woman was just trying to do her job, but the longer he stood there listening to her, the faster his heart raced. She seemed to pick up on this and made her way around him to the door.
“If you need me for anything, use the phone by the bed.” She said as she paused by the door. “Just press zero. I’ll be right across the hall.”
“Thank you, Grace.”
She offered him one last warm smile before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
Finally alone, John took a few deep breaths and slowly walked around to the front of the cot. He sunk to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled the cot closer. Swaddled in a pink and white hospital blanket was the smallest, most beautiful baby he’d ever seen. All of the panic he’d felt moments before, now faded away.
“Hello darlin’”
#you me and him#john helm#David Tennant#Teninch#teninch fic#<- eventually#you me and him (2017)#i hate posting so i'm gonna disappear for a minute now ✌🏼
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Reader/Writer Survey: when it comes to smut in multi-chapter fic, is there a preference? Like do people prefer they get down to business ASAP, or do more people prefer slow-burn or romance over smut? I know there are fans of each but I wonder if there's a trend in preferences when it comes to Teninch fic and the like.
There are many perspectives on this. Readers and writers sound off with yours and your thoughts!
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Fandoms: Broadchurch, Doctor who (2005)
Pairings: Alec Hardy/Rose Tyler, Alec Hardy & Ellie Miller, Rose Tyler & Ellie Miller.
Raiting: T
Broadfic, Post-Episode AU: s02e13 DoomsdayAU: Pete's world, Broadchurch S2, Dimension cannon failure, No reunion,8 years after Doomsday.
Chapter 6 is up!
Don’t understimate the power of comments, I took this fic out of the ditch after two years because of some kindly coments.
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#26 for Hannah x Hardy?
Dreamers
A/N: I picture this taking place just a few years before Broadchurch, Hardy is still married. He and Hannah have been friends for many years.
I'm taking prompts!
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“A sheep,” Hardy said.
“A sheep?” Hannah replied, a judgement more than a genuine question.
“It’s all round and fluffy.”
“You have no imagination,” she teased.
“What do you see?”
They were lying on their backs, arms behind their heads, on a blanket, seeing shapes in the clouds drifting through the clear blue sky. It was a beautiful, golden autumn day. They’d met in a national park somewhere between Sandbrook and London. They’d chosen a trail to hike and packed snacks, sweaters and rain jackets, but they’d already stopped, not even halfway up the trail. It was never about the hike.
“I think it looks like an elephant, but with two trunks… or an octopus with a jetpack.”
“You need to see a psychiatrist about that.”
Hannah’s stomach quivered with laughter.
“What about this one?” she asked.
“It looks like a… lamb.” He cringed, scrunching up his nose.
“Hardy!”
“Urgh. I have imagination, just not for that. I imagine stuff all the time.”
Hannah turned on her side, head propped on her hand, looking down at him. His breath caught in his throat; he was in trouble not only because of the physical proximity, but because her eyes sparkled with keen interest.
“Oh. What kind of stuff do you imagine?” she asked.
He shrugged, but his face was heating up. “Same kind as everyone else. What-ifs.” This was dangerous territory with an ex-lover, regrets and alternative lives. “What if I hadn’t become a cop?”
“What would you have done?”
“Worked on a ship, maybe.”
“A sailor, with bell bottoms and a little white hat.”
She touched his hair, unnecessarily.
“Oi, I’d be captain, at least.”
Hannah was still laughing at him.
“A pilot, then,” he said. “That sexier for you?”
“Hmm, yeah. I’d be your naughty stewardess.”
“Stewardess? And here I thought you were a feminist.”
Hardy turned on his side too. He grinned, glad to have the upper hand again.
“You’re right, I could totally be your copilot,” Hannah amended. “We’d have our own private charter company.”
“We’d overcharge billionaires.”
“And we’d have a penthouse in every major city across the globe.”
“And on tropical islands,” Hardy added.
“Of course. We could take off any time we want, and go anywhere in the world.”
“Daisy could study abroad.”
Hannah’s smile waned though she tried to keep it on. On the few times a year they could meet, they rarely talked about his home life or her work.
A breeze fluttered the branches above them, and a brown leaf landed in Hannah’s hair. He plucked it out and smoothed the strand of hair behind her ear.
“Daisy��s in your dream life,” Hannah said, not quite a question.
“Can’t imagine my life without her.”
“And Tess?”
He didn’t answer, and Hannah knew not to insist.
There were things he loved about Tess, and that’s as far as he was willing to go with that train of thought.
He sat up and, after a beat, Hannah did too. Before them, the hill sloped to a valley where a group of deer dashed between oaks.
“To which country would we go first with our private jet?” Hannah asked.
“Scotland.”
“Scotland?”
“In my dream life, it’s an independent country.”
She laughed and rested her head on his shoulder.
“Don’t give up on your dreams, they might still come true,” she said, and he knew she didn’t mean Scottish independence.
#Hardy x Hannah#teninch fic#Thank you for the prompt!🧡#this one is a bit angsty#but I have another prompt for them that will be fluffier#lostinfic writes stuff#september prompts
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i sincerely need lily frankenstein to meet crowley.
#teninch fic#who wants to give us a halloween treat#i've been really good this year#tina your gifs have come in handy already
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How about 53 with ... hardy/hannah?
53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
Hannah x Hardy
“Were you ever going to tell me?” Hardy asked, accent thickening as his anger built. He slammed the door behind him, having let himself into Hannah’s flat with the key she’d given him.
“Tell you what?” Hannah responded, walking out of the kitchen to meet him.
“About your profession,” he spat. “Your illegal profession.”
She paled. “Last I checked, writing wasn’t illegal.”
“Prostitution is.”
“I’m not an escort anymore,” she said, raising her chin. “I’d made the transition to a writer before we became...involved.”
Hardy paced away from her, running a hand through his hair. “I’m a member of law enforcement, Hannah. If anyone finds out that my...my..”
“Girlfriend?” she offered archly.
“Yes, that. If they find out that you’re an escort...”
“Were. Were an escort. The past tense should be important here.”
“It’s not! It could be the end of my career. I could have made it through Sandbrook and bloody Broadchurch to be brought down by the woman I... by you.”
“Well, doesn’t that make a girl feel special,” she shot back. “In answer to your first question, yes. Yes, I was going to tell you but I hadn’t figured out how yet because I thought you might react poorly.”
“Well, you were right about that.”
“Obviously. How did you find out?”
“Some DS pulled me aside and told me that I ought to know.”
“Harry,” Hannah hissed. “He would.”
“Does it matter how I found out?”
“Yes! Because I was going to tell you!” Hannah shouted. “I was going to tell you so we didn’t have to have this row. I was going to tell you so we could work through it together. You knew I was keeping secrets, you just didn’t expect it to be this.”
“You’re bloody well right, I didn’t.”
“Can you please take a few minutes and calm the fuck down? We can deal with this like adults.”
“I’m not sure I want to deal with this at all,” he said.
Hannah sucked in a breath, blinking back tears. “So, are we done, then? Just like that?”
“I don’t know, Han, I just don’t know.”
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Welcome Everyone
This blog has been set up to celebrate all the little ships and rare pairings in the wider Doctor Who Multiverse. You know the ones, the stories you read at midnight and never admit to anyone how much you love them.
We will also be stretching our wings to include other characters our favourite DW actors have created. Yep that’s right all the Capaldi’s, the Tate’s, the Piper’s, the Tennant’s and any others that capture our attention.
What you will find here
100% guarantee you will find pairings you hate ... that’s okay you don’t have to read them or like them
100% guarantee you will discover a pairing you never knew you needed until now
What you won’t find here
character bashing ... the only exceptions are Reinette and Harold Saxon because really they kinda deserve it ;)
ships with no connection to Doctor Who ... eg Marvel Universe characters shipped with other Marvel Universe characters ... we love the Marvel Universe but this is not that blog
rape and abuse dressed up as BDSM ... it’s not acceptable anywhere and is insulting to the BDSM community
We encourage you to enter with an open mind, read any warnings, and share the ones you love with your followers ... who knows we could turn these little ships into an armada
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I wanted to make sure I had the tag right. I wrote a Hardy/Rose story and posted it today (under my other blog, lizann5869) and tagged it teninchfic. Was that right? My first time posting Hardy/Rose!
Yay we always love new Hardy x Rose fic!!!!!!
There’s no need to tag on tumblr as I haunt the AO3 tags for all the teninch characters ... I may be a teensy bit obsessive about it ... so your fic will definitely end up on the queue ... eventually
#moony can attest to how much i troll for#teninch fic#i can never get enough#and am always bemoaning the lack of new fic#lizziea2
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