#muse: alec hardy

[starmen-in-the-sky]

It got harder and harder to keep track of Jack after he left Broadchurch. Then he just vanished. Part of him was terrified to go search and what he'd find. The mix of relief and parental heartache at knowing where Jack was probably wasn't good for his blood pressure. He asked Miller to drop him off. She sent him in with pineapple wedges, knowing it was Jack's favorite, with strict instructions to glower at him until he ate a few. 'He's too much like you sometimes. Toss of a coin if that's a compliment or an insult.'

He tried to smile and be reassuring but he was too anxious to see what state the other would be in.

Going through security, the process of signing in...he looked around and spotted plenty that Jack would have hated, because he'd hate it too.

Seeing Jack again...should he hug the lad? Was it allowed? Was it wanted? He was horrible at hugs? Why didn't he ask Miller to join him for this?

He wanted to embrace Jack, promise everything would be okay...but how could he? He had no idea what the fuck was going on. So he held out the container that had been thoroughly inspected. "Miller's ordered you to take a few bites."

"...I'm glad you're alive."

@codenamepinetree

[nyx-knacks-writes]

Just Remember That You're Still Alive

Spoilers ahead! (TW: mentions of cheating, divorce, murder, rape, etc. Stuff that the show [Broadchurch] is known to tackle. Also there is foul language.)

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For a beach town like Broadchurch, summer was undoubtedly the busiest time of the year. Wave after wave of tourists crashed down upon the town week after week, day in and day out, and tourists, as DI Hardy well knew, meant trouble.

Tourists, for the most part, were happy people with dopey smiles and loose wallets. They ran around gasping and gawking at everything, getting way too drunk, spending way too much money, and stirring up way too much shit. Bloody tourists. Needless to say, Hardy was perfectly happy to see the tourists shove off for the season.

However, despite his general disdain for the visiting population, Broadchurch didn't feel quite right without all the tourists milling around. After all, Hardy had first come to Broadchurch as one of the tourists, back when he was a little boy. Even when he'd come back to Broadchurch with Claire, it had been dead in the middle of summer, and the town's population had been accordingly swollen as compared to the colder months. All to say that he was used to seeing the town all busy and bustling and bursting with life. Now, as autumn swept in with her cool breezes and brightly colored leaves, Broadchurch had turned quiet, peaceful, and at times, just a little spooky.

Roundabout five in the morning, Hardy had found himself staring up at the ceiling from his bed, utterly incapable of going back to sleep. He tossed and turned and, for a moment, debated simply getting up and starting his day. But Daisy, so far as he knew, was sleeping soundly in the next room over, and the floors creaked, and the doors squeaked, and the kettle shrieked, and he just knew it would be impossible to run through his morning routine without waking her up. This would result in a grumpy teenage daughter on his hands. Not really an ideal 'first thing in the morning' scenario. He'd at least like to get the poor girl to school in a neutral mood rather than outright bad.

It was funny, he mused, resigned to an hour or so of continuing to stare at the ceiling, how catching murderers and rapists hardly even made him break a sweat, but the prospect of dealing with a crabby teen kept him firmly in bed like a scared little boy. But he didn't have to worry about screwing up the development of murderers and rapists as they grew into adults. One way or another, that had already been done. Daisy, on the other hand, was his sweet, precious daughter, his little girl who wasn't quite so little anymore. He did have to worry about screwing up her development. Actually, that had already happened, given the divorce and the cheating and the falling out with her mother, even though pretty much all the blame on those was down to Tess. So it was more on him to help her work through those unfortunate events and try not to put his foot in his mouth and/or get himself killed in the meantime. Sure. No sweat.

Alec shook his head and sighed as his thoughts meandered on over to Tess. Oh, Tess. He had dearly loved her, really. He was just... exceedingly poor at showing it. And that was being generous. He was missing her more than ever. After his unsuccessful attempt to reunite their family, and after taking Daisy back down to Broadchurch, and after the Danny Latimer trial and finally solving the Sandbrook case and catching Trish's rapist, well... his head had been quiet. He'd had more space for her in his mind. And she'd filled up that space about as quickly as it had become available. He knew that he really shouldn't be missing her. After all, her cheating had ultimately been the fuck-up (no pun intended) that had royally screwed up his career and caused the divorce. But he missed her anyway.

At the very least, she knew what it had been like to be a teenage girl, even if that knowledge was time-blurred, shadowy, and belonged to a bygone era. She better understood how to navigate the ups and downs and sideways-es of cliques and crushes and whacked-out-hormones making you think up was down and left was right. All he could do was threaten—er, instruct teenage boys not to play around with his daughter lest they incur the horrible, hair-raising wrath of DI Hardy.

A soft groan slipped out of Alec's mouth as the thought of teenage boys called to mind the Photo Fiasco from Daisy's first few months in Broadchurch. He was nearly certain that that had been the worst time of Daisy's life, perhaps tied with the divorce. She'd been new in town, she'd been completely at odds with her mother, she'd had a father who was busy just about to the point of being neglectful, and to top it all off, her shiny-new friends had turned against her and spread her intimate photos in what had to have been the worst betrayal poor Daisy had ever suffered.

Alec imagined it must have felt like the dreaded 'naked in school' dream come to life. Not that he thought she had any business taking those sorts of photos to begin with. He didn't care if she was technically an adult. The human brain didn't finish developing until, what, twenty-five? She still had a ways to go, and if she'd never taken the photos, the whole situation would never have come to pass. But that seemed like victim-blaming to him. Was that victim-blaming? It was true, logically, but... Maybe it was best he'd never said that to her. In any case, this was the sort of incident that tended to stick (oh, goody, another thing to screw up her development) both personally and professionally. It wasn't the sort of thing he ever thought would happen to his daughter. Maybe he could ask Miller for tips. She knew what it was like to be a teenage girl, despite not knowing what it was like to raise one. Yes, he could ask Miller.

Hardy shifted onto his side, watching as the deep blue of night gave way to a gray, foggy morning. At least it wasn't—nope, thought too soon. Rain began to patter down upon his window, and thunder rumbled outside like the snore of a giant. Even Mother Nature didn't want him to get out of bed. He rolled over to check the alarm clock and nodded to himself. Six o'clock. Good enough.

At last, DI Hardy lifted himself out of bed to face the day, ignoring the pops and pains that marked his age. He made his way to the door with a yawn and a stretch, mentally adding another task to the to-do list. He needed to take Daisy to school. He couldn't have his little girl arriving to school soaked, could he? After all, she'd complained before that the building was too cold. At last, he went to wake her, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Another day was officially beginning, whether he was ready for it or not. Another day full of trial and error, failure and success. And he wouldn't miss it for the world.

[princeloww]

hey! what's your favorite david tennant character? i know its a tough question but i'd like to hear your reasoning!!

Oh my god, I'm so sorry I missed this!!! It's been soo long I'm sorry

I think I'm gonna have to say Alec Hardy. I think @davidtennantgenderenvy put it very well in their DT video essay; to me, Broadchurch sort of marks an important shift in DT characters and roles, and I think that's just really interesting.

On a character level, I just love him so much. He's so packed full of angst and whump and I eat that shit up. Sickness, trauma, social-awkwardness, wet cat syndrome, sad little dad? He's a fanfic writers ideal muse. The grip him and Ellie had on me was so crazy -- on my first watch I was late to school because I kept trying to watch more of it in the morning. It was like I COULD NOT set it down.

My close second is Crowley, because he kicked off my David Tennant disease and I'm grateful for that. Close third Campbell Bain. Honourable mentions: Tenth doctor (obvious reasons), Donald Peterson (first exposure)

I hope that's a good answer lol. Sorry for taking a month to answer it

(This is unforgivable, though ^)

[prpfz]

21+, he/him looking for rp partners. please be at least 18, preferably 20+ to interact!! 🕊️

i'm looking for a tm x m, tm x f pairing, with me playing the trans man (his fc is alec hardy from broadchurch!!). it can also be m x m, or m x f, i'll be playing the man in that case.

we can discuss the plot but i'm mainly smut-fishing with this one, so 60:40 smut to plot ratio. kinks and limits will be shared on private once we decide the plot.

- this is optional but i'm looking forward to play submissive men (i've been using dommes for so long it got boring), so bonus points if your muse is a domme!

interact with this post and i'll reach out!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[starmen-in-the-sky]

He would have to have a talk with the staff and see if he could help Jack's case as well as keep the staff safe. Jack's survival instincts came from growing up on the streets where there weren't many or any rules. It was how he got to know Jack in the first place. A bit older than his Daisy but he had been in the same school. When he had received some leaked intimate photos of his daughter that had been stolen, he went full avenger and hunted down every copy and forced anyone who got it to delete it, threatened and beaten up the lads responsible in a way that got him locked up. Alec couldn't make the whole thing go away, but knowing what the lad had done for his daughter he tried his best to pull strings. But still, it showed him what Jack was capable of. He was a good kid...deep down. But a survivalist of extremes whose only family is usually deployed.

It didn't surprise him that he somehow put his foot in it. He wished he'd brought Miller with him, but he wasn't as dense as he used to be.

"Why not? I'm more than an arsehole. Whole department I run thinks so. My closest friend I stumbled to have and my own daughter think so too. So I'm used to it. And if it'll make you feel better, go ahead. I'm shite at being what anyone would call a people person...but helping people's what I try to do. I'm hoping to see my friend before I'm officially told to sod off, so I've got time. If you wanna share what's wrong?"

"Ye dun haftae be angry tae get intae trouble with Stuart," Campbell scoffed, crossing his arms and rocking on his heels.

The other's reluctance to talk about his friend was clear, though Cam had trouble pinpointing why that was the case. After a moment of consideration, he supposed it was probably shame. That was what stopped his parents from talking about his problems to people who weren't directly involved in his care, after all.

He shot Alec a grin. "Aye, I'm a patient. We luk jest like regular people, dun we?" That was probably a little unkind of him. Ah well. "I mean, I could gi'e ye a tour an' then we could play an incomplete boardgame." Okay, now he was being mean now. "Sorry-" Cam held up his hands. "I'm havin' a shite day, I shouldn'take et out on ye."

[chemmuses]

Muse List;

Generator Rex

Doctor Rebecca Holiday

Bobo Haha

DC Comics

Batman - Various sources; The Brave and the Bold, Unlimited, and New Batman Adventures.

Bruce Wayne - New Batman Adventures

Wally West - Young Justice

Ishtar - Young justice

Klarion the Witchboy - Zatanna and the House of Secrets

Klarion the Witchboy - Seven Soldiers

Child - Young Justice

CBS Scorpion

Walter O'Brien

Happy Quinn

Sylvester Dodd

Paige Dineed

Toby Curtis

Cabe Gallo

Slime Rancher

Beatrix LeBeau

Viktor Humphries

Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo

Broadchurch

Alec Hardy

Alec Hardy, DC verse; everything is the same except he knows who the Justice League is and so on.

[starmen-in-the-sky]

"This won't be long, promise," Alec said as he approached where the voice came from. Once he spotted who he assumed was either the owner or at least the manager, he reached for his badge and introduced himself, "I'm DI Hardy."

"Recently this bookshop has popped into potential interest of an ongoing case," Alec began. It was odd in ways that have yet to make themselves known. A series of robberies that teetered more towards religious artifacts ventured into his jurisdiction but didn't remain there, so those with more power took control of the case, but Alec couldn't let it go. The bookshop seemed one of the potential future targets. "I know it's late, I've only just arrived in Soho and haven't checked into my hotel, but if you're willing...I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Open~

“Hello?” 

Aziraphale looked up from his desk, naturally bemused by the unexpected clatter that had occurred somewhere in the other side of the bookshop.

“I’m afraid we’re quite closed,” he called out from his office, peering over his spectacles as he craned his neck to peer out the backroom door.

Maybe it was those young lads again? The ones who had broken in a few weeks ago and tried to make off with the cash box. Of course, Aziraphale had sent them home sent them home with a figurative cuff to the ear in the form of stern words. And cake!

[eldridgecandell]

what tv show character does your muse relate to the most?

I've been thinking a lot about Broadchurch lately because I revisited the soundtrack while trying to answer a few asks.

DI Alec Hardy seems a good fit for Eld at times. The brooding, the melancholy, the lack of self preservation.

The guilt.

It fits for Eld and just the aesthetic and imagery from the show fits a lot with how I imagine his mindset being.

@phyghyver

[starmen-in-the-sky]

@codenamepinetree

"You may not be God's favorite soldier, but you sure are the Devil's favorite conduit. You wanna tell me what the fuck you were thinking?"

[theseunfinishedlives]

#theseunfinishedlives: an independent, multi muse, canon* crossover world building blog for various characters from many fandoms; *now includes less than a handful of original characters.

Important: This is a private writing blog affiliated with @mockingjaybroken. While I am not mutuals only on my main blog, I am mutuals only here, and will always follow first.

BBC Ghosts

Rogh / Robin

Descendants

Doug Harry Hook

Hacksaw Ridge

Milt Zane Smitty Ryker

Jack, the Giant Slayer

Elmont

Les Misérables

Combeferre Enjolras

Lost in Austen

Piranha

MCU (Captain America: The First Avenger)

Steve Rogers - pre or post serum

Nancy Drew PC Games

Alec Fell Beatrice Hotchkiss Carson Drew Charlotte Thornton David Gregory Dexter Egan Dirk Valentine Donal Delany Fiona Malloy Frank Hardy Grigor Karakinos Gunnar Tonnisson Harper Thornton Henry Bolet Jacques Brunais Jake Hurley Joe Hardy Josiah Crowley Mickey Malone Millie Strathorn Mr Harris Ned Nickerson Nico Petit Pa Renate Stoller Thanos Ganas The monster of Castle Finster Unnamed OC storm chaser

Saving Private Ryan

Irwin Wade Richard Reiben

Sky High

Warren Peace

The Chronicles of Narnia

Lucy Pevensie

The Green Mile

Dean Stanton

The Host

Wanderer

The Hunger Games

Darius Peeta Mellark

The Little Mermaid '89

Prince Eric

Den Lille Havfrue (The Little Mermaid)

The Little Mermaid

The Pendragon Cycle

Myrddin

The Secret Garden

Dickon Sowerby Mary Lennox

Titanic

Tommy Ryan

Twilight

Bella Swan Brady Fuller Carlisle Cullen Collin Littlesea Embry Call Ephraim Black Jacob Black Jared Cameron Levi Uley Liam Maggie Paul Lahote Quil Ateara II Quil Ateara V Sam Uley Seth Clearwater Siobhán

[pairoleplays]

Replying from here: X

@ladiesofhell​

||ALEC HARDY||

“I am surprised you just let anyone in... Aren’t ya concerned they might be...” Alec pauses as he didn’t want to call the princess a pushover. I mean, she could be sometimes. With that kind of personality. He didn’t mean anything by it, it was just the truth.

“You know...?”

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

Me, after watching Doctor Who: No, but you don’t understand. If I don’t watch another tv show starring David Tennant, I will die. I will actually die.

[inlovewithaspider]

I'm sorry literally every other fandom I'm in but David Tennant, Michael Sheen and Muse have taken over my life

[averagewriter-inthedark]

AverageWriter-InTheDark’s Doctor Who/ Broadchurch Masterlist

Link to other Masterlists

Key: 🤍 - Personal favs, ♥️ - popular works, 📝 - series in progress, 💌 - series complete,⏳- coming soon

The Tenth Doctor

Series:

Imagines:

Be My Baby | Inspired by the Ronnettes song 🤍

You’re A Work Of Art ⏳

Birthday Girl

Dancing Queen

Miniseries:

World of Superheroes P.2 P.3 | Marvel x DW Crossover 💌

Headcanons:

Marvel/DW crossover - Being a member of Asgard’s Royal family & falling in love w/ the doctor after being at odds w/ one another. 1

Dancing w/ the Doctor

Coffee Dates w/ Ten

Styling Ten

Ten being your muse

Valentine’s Day w/ Ten

Cooking w/ Ten

SFW Alphabet

The Eleventh Doctor

Headcanons:

Holiday Cheer ⏳

SFW Alphabet ⏳

D.I Alec Hardy

Series:

A Foreign Affair | Prologue 1 2 📝

Headcannons:

Being a Barrister & D.I Hardy’s partner

[honeysoaks]

🗣  𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭

hello! i write both ocs and canons but lately i’ve had more muse for canon pairings, i’m more active on discord but would be fine with writing on tumblr if that’s your preference! the character i’d write is in parenthesis but here are some of the ships i’d like to write: jace herondale/alec lightwood (either), wanda maximoff/steve rogers (wanda), bucky barnes/steve rogers (bucky), wanda maximoff/bucky barnes (either), tony stark/natasha romanoff (tony), felicia hardy/matt murdock (felicia), frank castle/billy russo (either), pansy parkinson/harry potter (pansy).

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

❛ the most beautiful part is, i wasn’t even looking when i found you. ❜

Bill/Alec

(Could be marriage vows, could be more drunken confessions, could be fluffy…. so many options.)

I still have no idea how I wanna go about doing the wedding, like, I've got the basics, but the ceremony? Naaahhhh...

But drunken confessions are always fun! Even if Hardy isn't much of a drinker cause technically people with pace makers aren't supposed to drink a lot.

But he's a little tipsy, so there ya go.

Warning: drinking, sappy love stuff

On with the fic!

--

There was no need to be drinking tonight, no celebration, no depressing moods, no awkward dinners at your coworker/best friend's house.

No, it was just a calm evening between Hardy and Bill in the latter's home here in the states. In two days, Hardy would be returning home to Broadchurch, his time here in the states was coming to an end, but Bill would follow him soon.

There were boxes packed up, this apartment (Bill's new American home since the divorce) would be empty in a few weeks, and Bill would be moving in with Hardy. It was surreal, almost felt like it was too much, too soon, but then again, Hardy didn't care.

He looked at the man on the ugly couch with him, talking about something or another, the movie they had originally been watching was long forgotten. Hardy couldn't even remember what it was and he didn't want to look at the screen, too focused on his boyfriend instead.

He sipped at the wine in his hands, it was a weak type, which he had to deal with, considering his heart condition. But he was a lightweight, always had been, so he was already feeling fuzzy after two and a half glasses. He wouldn't have more after this.

Bill, on the other hand, was on his fifth, and looked quite excited with his rosy cheeks and glassy eyes, already past tipsy. He could handle drinks better than Hardy ever could, but he hadn't drank since the beach incident, so he lost some of his tolerance.

Still, he was enjoying himself, and Hardy was half listening to the story, too busy watching Bill. How did he come to fall for a man like this, when he never really was one for taking interest in people?

"Huh? Oh, I dunno, I wonder that all the time." Bill said, and it took Hardy a minute to realize he had said that thought out loud.

"Shit." Hardy set the glass aside, alright, he's had enough for the night, no more.

"Oh, don't sound so disappointed." Bill mused, faking hurt but he wasn't doing a great job at it.

"Shut it." Hardy gave him a small kick before shift, throwing his legs up to drape across the doctor's lap.

Bill chuckled, putting his own glass aside, then laid his hands on Hardy's legs. "But seriously, I do have to wonder. You don't seem like the sort of person who would even look at me like you do now. Personally, I always thought I'd be on your 'this person is an asshole' list for the rest of my time in Broadchurch."

Hardy scoffed. "Oh, you're still on the list, but your name's on another one."

"Ah? The 'I like this man more than I probably should' list?" Bill chuckled and Hardy couldn't help the small laugh that came from him, giving the man another small kick.

"Come on, someone's gotta like you, even after everything."

Bill smiled a little more at this, looking calmer. "I suppose that's true, yeah. Only someone as annoyingly stubborn and blunt as you, DI Hardy, would ever decide that I deserve a second chance after all the shit I've done."

"Sometimes people deserve one, you know?"

The smile softened, looked a little sadder. "I guess that's true. But everything I did, it wasn't great... real bastard stuff, honestly. I mean, I could've been worse, so much worse, but cheating is still terrible."

"Hm."

"I put myself on that whole... uhh..." Bill tried to think of a word, flapping his hands about. "Exile! I put myself on that whole exile thing because I thought it would give me a chance to think over my shitty actions. Give me time to look at the bigger picture, find what I did wrong, how I can fix things with my relationships, fix myself, find..."

Again, he waved about his hands. "Find something that'll make me a better person than who I was when I realized I had fucked everything up. I gave up quickly, as soon as I got to Broadchurch, what could do me any good across the ocean if nothing in the states could do that?"

Bill paused, his attention now on Hardy, and the sadness left his face. "The most beautiful part is, I wasn’t even looking when I found you."

Hardy's eyes widened, that was so open, raw, and he had never expected to hear such a thing from someone like Bill. "I... you honestly think I make you a better person? Me?" Impossible, Hardy could barely even do that for himself.

Yet Bill was still looking at him with such soft eyes. "Well, you did something right with me."

"You're drunk."

"A little, but I'm not drunk enough to say nonsense when I know I mean this."

Hardy put his hands to his face, not wanting to look at Bill anymore. "Fuck off, you're making me feel good, disgusting." He heard a laugh at this and Hardy smiled just a little behind his hands.