#broadchurch Au

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max as danny latimer….. your brain is HUGE

You understand! As much as I want to assign characters according to who Fits Everything Best I think Joe Miller has to be maybe Michael because of Corinna, and Corinna would be Ellie with maybe Alonso being Alec Hardy. Daniel I think would have been very interesting as either Alec or Joe but I'm not sure. Maybe he would work as Alec. My friend said he has this potential for a bedraggled depressed look; maybe we should lean into that.

Ultimately Im inclined on INSTINCT for Joe Miller to be Christian or Daniel just on the basis of closeness to Max. Honestly Christian mostly. I think he fits well. Maybe Geri is Ellie. I just was never a Spice Girls fan so I wouldn't know how to write her. Corinna would be compelling, but also I just don't see Michael...

Rotating all of them inside my mind. But Max is Danny Latimer to me. And his father being under suspicion even though it ultimately wasn't him. Jesus! The family dynamics are crazy in the show and they should also be in an AU.

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Broadchurch | S2EP3 | Alec Hardy’s Wettest Moments (Part 47)

[thegingergoddess]

Tatennant AU: The Hardys (x) "Sarah and Alec go out for a romantic dinner together."

A Night Under the Stars

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over Broadchurch. Sarah Postern adjusted her scarf as she walked toward the small seaside restaurant where she had agreed to meet Alec Hardy. The salty breeze ruffled her hair, but she was too excited to care.

Inside, the atmosphere was cozy, with candles flickering on each table and the soft sound of waves crashing outside. Alec was already there, he looked up as she approached, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face.

“Hi, Sarah,” he said, his voice warm and welcoming. “You look lovely.”

“Thanks, Alec. You don’t look too shabby yourself,” she replied, taking her seat across from him.

They both ordered their meals—Sarah ordered fresh seafood and a hearty steak for Alec, accompanied by red wine. As they waited, they chatted about their lives, the town, and the challenges they faced in their jobs. The tension from their past seemed to dissipate with each shared laugh and knowing glance.

When their meals arrived, they dug in eagerly, but the food was quickly forgotten as they fell into a deeper conversation about their hopes and dreams. Sarah spoke about her aspirations in the community, while Alec opened up about the weight he carried from his past cases.

“I’ve spent so much time chasing shadows,” he confessed, his gaze fixed on the flickering candle. “But tonight feels different.”

“Different how?” Sarah asked, leaning in, intrigued.

“Like maybe I can finally put some of that behind me,” he replied, looking into her eyes. “Being here with you, it’s… refreshing.”

Sarah felt her heart flutter. “I feel the same way. It’s nice to just enjoy the moment, isn’t it?”

After dinner, they stepped outside, the cool night air wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. The stars twinkled above, bright against the dark sky.

“Do you ever think about what lies beyond this place?” Alec asked, his voice low and contemplative.

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I find that what’s right in front of me is pretty special too.”

Alec turned to her, a seriousness in his expression. “You’re special, Sarah. I hope you know that.”

Caught off guard, Sarah felt her cheeks flush. “Thank you, Alec. That means a lot.”

As they stood together, the distance between them seemed to shrink. Alec hesitated for a moment before taking a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I…?”

“Yes,” Sarah breathed, her heart racing as Alec reached for her hand.

“Sarah,” Alec said, stopping to face her, the moonlight illuminating his features. “I don’t want this night to end.”

“Neither do I,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Their fingers intertwined, a simple gesture that held so much promise. Under the stars, they shared a quiet moment, both aware that this night marked a new beginning for them—one filled with hope and possibilities.

[flash-bastardd]

Wanting to do a silence of the lambs retelling with these two.

Anyone interested?

I have started the fic!

Hatred of the Blissful Things

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( Alec & Ellie ) @xchxsingcxrsx “Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

Alec in fact did stop, he usually did when she told him to. Not having a clue what to do with the hand he shoved it into his pocket. He knows he worries maybe a bit much? Maybe. "Okay."

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Billie Piper and David Tennant

[fightingalgth8rs]

One more question from ya'all for the Detective AU:

To better inform your choices I will give some genre examples:

Fantasy: Stranger things, Dead Boy Detectives, The Haunting of Hill House, Annabele, FrightNight, The Watchers, Hereditary, Suspiria, X Files.

Non-Fantasy, Realism: X, Maxxxine, Pearl, Midsommar, Abigail, A good girl's guide to murder, Long Legs, Broadchurch, Criminal Record, The girl with the dragon tattoo.

@sakuranova07 @dtmsrpfcringe @reloha @literatemisfit @helpits4am

🌞Meena.

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Broadchurch crime scene shenanigans!

Ellie stares at the contents of the freezer. "All right, well this is horrible," she says, while around her SOCO is taking pictures and putting things in bags. Not that there's much — the bedsit is almost completely empty, furniture gone and dust spinning along the corners of the room.

Hardy sniffs and makes a face like he regrets it — the freezer's been plugged in but even so, the smell of severed head isn't a pleasant one. Not to mention poor little Lachlan, being efficiently sick into an evidence bag he'd fumbled out of his pocket upon viewing the body.

Well, part of the body.

"Why does he look familiar?" Ellie's only been living here in Glasgow for six months, but Broadchurch has been harder to shake off than she thought; she still braces herself at every crime scene for the possibility that the victim, the assailant, the witnesses will be people she knows. But this city's a half-million strong and despite Hardy's complaints, she hasn't made friends with everyone on her street.

"It's — the head — uh," Lachlan says from the doorway, still gagging a bit but rallying. "I think it's the head of the body that MHU pulled out of the Clyde last week."

"God's sake," Hardy mutters, but Ellie ignores him and pulls out her mobile.

Annika answers the first ring. "Please don't say it," she says, instead of hello. "Because if you do, then that's two heads you've found that belong to us and at this rate, I think it qualifies as theft."

Ellie doesn't laugh, because she's standing at a crime scene with a decapitated victim and that seems disrespectful somehow. "You're more then welcome to this one—"

"Oi," Hardy protests, making a gesture for the phone.

Ellie turns away from him. "But I'm on holiday in two days so your main point of contact is going to be Hardy."

There's a long silence on the other end, and then a clinking sound before Michael gets on the line. "She just covered her hands with her face and dropped her phone," he reports. "And is now staring out a window muttering about Ernest Hemmingway."

"I think that means we won," Ellie tells Hardy, covering the mouthpiece. Hardy sniffs again and looks even more disgusted.

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Just saying, i have an ao3 account where i post juicy thoschei angst and a broadchurch coffe shop au fanfiction

Just saying

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my rewatch of broadchurch has reminded me of how much i love the idea of hopper taking on steve as an intern and showing him the ropes of policework. so, uh, here's a little thing i might make into an actual fic one of these days:

it's not steve's first choice of job. but it was offered to both him and robin, it pays well, it gets his dad off his back. or maybe worse. ("finally getting your life together, are you? finally got yourself an actual career.")

at first, it's simple, easy. reports, paperwork, sometimes some leg work. hopper oversees steve and robin's training personally. he says it's because they show potential; while that may be true, steve also suspects that hop's been told to keep an eye on the two of them by the shady government agents who have been lingering around hawkins—most of them pretending to be regular people, but the townspeople know better. everyone knows everyone in a small town like hawkins, and after the hellscape the town became, people have their own theories about what happened. most of them are pretty close, almost all of them including a government conspiracy.

for the few months, that's all they do. chase after the people who get too close to the truth, hush them up before the papers can snap up the story. they can't stop them all, but for the most part, people outside of hawkins write it off as lunacy. steve and hopper are thankful for that.

two years. two years of pure silence from any related to the upside down; no demodogs, no labs, no doctors, no psychic children. just eleven—jane, now—with the hopper-byers, and she hasn't used her powers for anything other than making max's life easier. the party's gone back to playing d&d together regularly, even though their parents tease them they're too old to be playing it in mike's basement.

and then, a couple months after the anniversary of will's disappearance, the world starts to crack again.

not really, not literally, not like it did when vecna split hawkins into four chunks of hell. but it's close, because steve can feel the world shift and begin to fall, just like it did then. it's worse this time, though, because he didn't really notice last time. he was too wrapped up in himself, in high school, in tommy and carol, in nancy. but this time? this time steve is fully aware of just how disastrous the world is.

it's a body. it's a young boy. all of hawkins stills because it's a little too similar.

when he's found, nobody knows who it is. the body's in the quarry, found by a group of young kids playing a little too close to the edge. (the town starts to get uneasy.)

the police retrieve the body. the family's contacted privately. the mother screams and wails that she was right, that she knew, that if they had just listened to her—

they realize, too late, that a missing persons report was filed about the boy two days ago. hopper hates how much the woman reminds him of joyce.

the autopsy is performed, and it confirms that the boy is really this woman's son. hopper insists on being present for the autopsy, just a little too worried it would be another fake.

for a while, steve is convinced it has to be related to what happened in the early 80s. hopper is, too, until that autopsy. after that, he tells steve it's a perfectly normal murder case.

it takes a while before steve believes him. only after that does he start to think that a regular murder case is even worse.

"i hate these small town murders," hopper says to him one day. "too many secrets about too many people get uncovered. things we never should know."

"but we're the police, shouldn't we know these things? if people are threatening and blackmailing and committing petty crimes, shouldn't we know?" steve asks, confused as to why hopper seems to be okay with these things—small compared to a murder, but big to a small town—happening all the time under their noses.

because that's what has been happening. backs are turning quickly. the town is becoming violent, accusing anyone and everyone who is slightly suspicious as the boy's killer.

"in a regular small town, it wouldn't be as big of a deal," hopper says. "even then, some things are just better left unsaid. but here? there's too many secrets we need to keep. secrets unrelated to this case. secrets that could get the soviets interested again."

and the idea of that makes steve shudder, his body remembering pain he had never really gotten rid of, always feeling it when it's too cold or raining.

robin shares similar ideas to hopper. "all these accusations," she says one night, when it's just them in the office because hop sent everybody else home and he's in the next room making coffee, "doesn't it scare you? like imagine if somebody turns on...i don't know, jonathan or...or nancy? i mean nancy owns guns and people know about it—"

"the boy wasn't shot, robs."

"—and jonathan, i mean, everybody who went to school with us heard about you breaking the camera and why you did it. they might..."

steve shakes his head. "i wish i hadn't, robs. especially now."

"i know that, that's not what i'm saying. my point is, we've all got dirt, every single one of us. eddie's been accused of murder before, who's to say they won't do it again? even if it doesn't make sense, neither do the people they target now. anyone who's done any wrong is in the risk of it being made public. and if that happened to us? if people find out about el, about vecna, about will? what happens then?"

she's worked herself up into a panic, steve can tell. but this time, he doesn't really know what to say. he doesn't know what will happen. the government agents who watched them for months before they disappeared all at once never made verbal threats, but the threat of their presence was enough to silence everyone.

the only thing he can think to say is "eddie's on tour with the guys right now, he's safe from all of this."

"until they get back, then everyone will become the next jason carver," robin says, and steve begs her not to bring him back up.

secrets get dug up as the case drags on, only getting further and further away from closure. affairs, bullying, threats, drugs, alcohol, robbery. whatever small, dirty secret the town could possibly have, it does have, and it gets dug up and aired out like dirty laundry.

steve watches the town pretend to be shocked at every new revelation. it doesn't hurt very much until he watches the entire town pretend that they—and he—didn't know his dad was cheating on his mom and has been for years; that still doesn't hurt as much as the pitying looks they give him when he shows up to ask questions or to take their statements; and that still doesn't compare to the looks everyone gives his mom.

he watches his mom lose her love of life. it was fine, or they could pretend it was fine, before everybody knew (officially) about his dad's infidelity. they could pretend it wasn't happening. they pretended it was some big business meeting or a dinner with a client or whatever it was, except what it actually was.

that's what hurts steve most about policework. watching people go under for things that have nothing to do with him. watching people lose family and livelihoods over mistakes made years ago. watching the life drain from a community, replaced by suspicion and anger and hatred.

because if he stops and thinks about it, steve doesn't really mind it otherwise. he likes the thrill, the facts fitting together, the possibility that they might actually be right.

and when they are right, even after countless wrong leads, steve feels the relief deep in his bones. he feels it in the town, too, feels people start to breathe again and start to go back to normal and live their lives again.

he knows it's not normal again, not really. how can it be? but he watches the case go to trial, he watches it go right, he watches the killer go to jail. he watches the family finally breathe again, hears the mother thank him and robin and hopper, sees them try to go back to their lives and do they best they can.

it's not normal, but it's better. it's better than it was, because the accusations are gone now, what's been dug up has either been forgotten or left alone or maybe it has changed lives, but people are moving on. sweeping it under the rug like it never even happened.

there are some divorces in the following weeks—the couples whose infidelity was discovered. the police chase a few domestic abuse reports. steve handles a few of them, because he's learned to handle the punches now. there'a crackdown on illicit substances. steve and robin are glad eddie's quit all of that now, that he had given it up years ago.

the world stops ending. steve knows it'll end again someday, more often if he ever ends up in a big city. but for now, it's over and he can go back to his boring old police routine.

steve likes "boring" these days. boring is a safety net, something to fall back into when things get exciting.

the other thing steve likes about policework—it is exciting. sometimes. sometimes, it makes him feel alive again.

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Broadchurch | S2EP1 | Alec Hardy’s Wettest Moments (Part 40)

[flash-bastardd]

Chapter two is up!

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

holding hands during stressful situations

Hardy and Bill pls

Here we go, more Illogical Husbands for you guys.

On with the fic!

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Hardy could hear Bill in their bedroom, his voice muffled behind the closed door. From what the detective could tell, his husband was pacing as he spoke on the phone with whoever was on the other line.

It was about Virginia, that much Hardy knew.

The call had come in about twenty minutes ago, while they were sitting together in the living room. The number on Bill's phone screen read Virginia, and he answered it, expecting her to be on the other line.

No, it was her new husband, and Hardy barely caught what was going on. Something about her being in the hospital. Bill was up and out of the room in seconds, the door to the bedroom closed behind him. Hardy found himself sitting out in the hall, waiting for Bill to finish, knowing the man was probably not in the mood to talk if this was a very serious matter (and it sounded like it), but Hardy was still going to be there for him.

He heard his husband's voice get softer, then it was quiet. A moment later, the door opened and he could see that Bill looked exhausted and drained, emotionally.

He glanced at Hardy, raising an eyebrow, silently asking why his husband was sitting on the floor in the hall.

Hardy didn't reply, just held out his hand, offering it to him. Bill hesitated, then took it, sitting down next to Hardy. He didn't let go of his hand as he leaned his head on Hardy's shoulder, explaining that there had been a car accident, they said she'll be fine, but it was still a serious crash and that she'll need some surgery for her leg.

They had long since broken up, moved on, but Hardy knew his husband still cared about his business partner and friend (and ex-lover). So, he couldn't blame Bill for being worried anyway, he'd be the same if something terrible happened to Tess, even after everything that happened to cause their divorce.

He turned his head, kissing the top of Bill's head. "She'll be okay."

Bill nodded, making an affirmative noise.

"You'll be okay." Hardy said quietly, giving his hand a squeeze. It was returned a second later.

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Broadchurch  “magic?” AU

I was watching Broadchurch series 1 again (because apparently I like to suffer), and I realised one thing. They never explained or talked about the whole “all the clocks stopped when Danny died” in the Latimer’s house, and it still feels a little weird for the show (I know it’s symbolism, their lives have stopped at that moment) and same thing with the man who got psychic messages (and Beth with danny’s ghost at the end), but it also make me thinking how the show could have had supernatural elements in it  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I am not talking magic/super powers/sci-fi à la Doctor Who or anything like that, but small things that could pass as normal if you don’t look too close at it.

For exemple, giving every characters a weird “hability”, but never explaining it: -Mark Latimer breaking things everytime he is angry and loose his temper (you see him in the scene a glass of water next to him, he yells and the glass explode) -the clocks stopping could be Beth’s distress. When she enters a room, the time just slow down and stop for a bit until she calms down -Ellie making any kind of water acting weird everytime she cried, like the water faucet opening randomly -the dog lady constantly having smoke around her, even when not smoking. -Lee leaving bluebells everywhere he goes -…

Those king of stuff, not to obvious at first, but more and more weird and noticable as the episodes goes on. Maybe the only one without those “powers” is Alec because he is not that special from Broadchurch  (⌒_⌒;)

Those things will never be explained in universe, never talked about. It just *happens* around the characters. And in the end, you just ask yourself if those things were real or just mere coincidences  ( •ิ_•ิ)?

Anyone wants to remake the show? Or just write me a fic? XD

[gratisdiamanten]

if max is alex hardy who is ellie miller 🤔

Wonderful question. Going to say something maybe controversial but George probably