#di alec hardy x reader

[munsons-maiden]

𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 | DI Alec Hardy x female reader 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | based on this request: Alec uses handcuffs (smut but it's sweet and soft) 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 | 1.1k 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | SMUT (DON'T READ if you're under 18!), a tiny bit of edging, handcuffs 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 | my Alec Hardy sideblog is @bloodytwittah. I also write for Crowley (Good Omens) over at @stargazing-crowley 🖤

“Please.”

Your whisper fills the silence of the office, warm breath mingling with his as you arch into his touches, his kisses, chasing every fleeting brush of his fingertips on your skin like it’s a lifeline and you’re caught in a storm.

Well, he is.

And you’ll happily drown in him, in the way his scent is engulfing you, the pine-needle smell of his cologne forever entangled with the ever-present salt in the air.

“Patience is a virtue,” Alec drawls, a quiet laugh painting his voice.

“And stalling is a vice,” you shoot back, but it comes out rather breathless.

Alec has spent what feels like an eternity kissing you, teasing you, fingertips brushing over all the sweet spots where you so desperately need him the most yet never lingering long enough to do anything but stoke your need for him further, letting you chase those fleeting touches nevertheless with growing despair. And impatience.

You can feel his erection pressing against your leg, the outline of it very visible beneath the navy fabric of his pants, but each time you wrap your legs around his waist to drag him closer, drag him right where you need him, he angles himself away from you with a soft, deep chuckle.

You discarded his tie a while ago, and his white dress shirt is undone, revealing his chest, the fine scar running over his sternum where they fixed his heart mere months ago, and the way his dark hair is messy and ruffled – not by the sea breeze for once but by your fingers – makes him look like he should be on the poster for some highly expensive perfume ad.

“We could consult Reverend Coates about the matter,” Alec chuckles softly now, his hot breath ghosting over the side of your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin on your pulse point, the soft scratch of his beard sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine.

Your own quip is swallowed by a string of moans as Alec’s fingers stop tracing circles on the inside of your thighs to wander higher, to the spot just above your clit, and you desperately roll your hips up to grind against his fingertips.

But the moans turn into a frustrated groan as he pulls his fingers out of reach once more.

“So impatient,” he breathes. You can feel his smile against your pulse point.

“Alec Hardy,” you tease softly, “Did I just catch you smiling?”

“Don’t tell anyone. Got a reputation to uphold.”

“And of course we wouldn’t want anyone at Broadchurch PD know you’re not as grumpy as you seem.”

“I am grumpy,” Alec quips with a whisper that sends a shiver of need through your body, “Just not when I’m with you.”

Butterflies soar in your chest at his words, and your fingertips in his hair tighten as you pull him into a searing kiss.

“Still. Payback’s gonna be a bitch,” you announce as you pull away just enough to catch your breath, eyes flitting to the clock on the wall over the closed door to his office. Ever since you’ve started dating Alec Hardy, nightly overtime hours have lost their unbidden-ness.

When Alec chuckles softly in response, resuming to map your throat with his lips knowing damn well what it’s doing to you, you feel your own grin curve your lips.

Two can play this game.

Still grinning, you untangle one of your hands from where you’ve been raking your fingers through his soft chocolate hair and let it roam down, underneath the skirt you chose this morning in the hopes it would come in handy later – and good lord, it does.

“What –“ Alec breathes, pulling away from your throat to stare at you, and your grin turns into a sultry smirk as your own fingers spread the wetness that’s been pooling between your thighs as you let your head fall back a little.

His eyes have been darkened by arousal before, but at your little performance, they’ve grown almost black now. It’s nearly enough to send you over the edge right then and there.

“I’m perfectly capable of finishing the job on my own,” you drawl, letting a lewd moan spill from your lips for effect as your fingertips start circling your clit.

It feels good.

It feels amazing.

It doesn’t feel half as amazing as it would if it were his fingers, though, and the cheeky expression on his handsome features tells you he knows that.

For a few moments, Alec stays where he is, eyes dark and devouring as he watches you, before he closes the few inches between the two of you with another searing kiss, his hands leaving your waist to gently grasp your wrists, pulling your hands away.

There’s no firmness in his grasp. If you wanted to, you could easily tear your hands out of his grip.

He’d never be rough with you. He’d never take control without asking for your permission first – Alec Hardy has never been anything but sweet and gentle with you.

Bantering has always been part of your relationship long before you let him into your bed, and it extends into every aspect of your relationship. Which is probably why sex with Alec Hardy is the best you ever had.

And which is probably one of the reasons why, despite his always-mildly-annoyed, grumpy exterior, it didn’t take long for you to fall for Alec Hardy in the first place.

As he gently pushes your hands behind your back, feverish kisses deepening, his clothed erection brushes against your core, and this time, it’s Alec who moans first, a deep, half-suppressed moan spilling from his throat as you roll your hips against him, desperate for more friction, for more of those sinful, sweet noises from him –

A soft click makes your eyes fly open to meet Alec’s smug little smirk.

“Oh no, you didn’t,” you gasp, eyes wide.

His grin turns even cheekier. “Yeah I did.”

The handcuffs he just closed around your wrists rattle softly as you test them, cool metal against your wrists.

“You’re under arrest,” Alec drawls, his Scottish accent growing thicker with his own arousal as he trails sloppy, feverish kisses down the side of your throat, over your collarbone, hands slowly unbuttoning your blouse to unveil the lacy black bra underneath telling him exactly what you were hoping for when you got dressed this morning, “For obstruction of police work.”

“Payback,” you breathe, arching into his kisses and unable to suppress a soft, breathless giggle, “Will be such a bitch, Alec Hardy.”

Your voice breaks as you watch him kneel before you, dark eyes sparking with arousal and affection and just the perfect amount of cheekiness as they hold yours.

He places a single, almost chaste kiss to the inside of your thighs before he breathes, “Then I better start making it up to you now.”

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 🖤

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Starved (Alec Hardy)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: Alec discovers you fantasise about his tongue. A lot.

CW: oral (reader receiving), no pronouns but reader does have a vagina, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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There was just something about the way that Alec spoke that enraptured you. The accent, the way his lips moved around the words. His tongue. God, Alec’s tongue. The amount of time you had spent fantasising about having Alec’s tongue buried inside you was, well, ridiculous. 

“Eh, love? You alright? Not sayin’ much.” 

You’re only pulled about halfway out of the trance when you reply- 

“Sorry- thinking about your tongue.” It only takes a further second for you to snap completely out of it and realise what you’ve just said. “Oh, shit.” 

Your cheeks go beet red and you slap a hand over your face in mild horror. Alec’s not usually a cocky bastard, but the way a smirk twists its way across his lips just drips with sin. Your breath hitches and Alec’s fingers reach out to caress up your thigh. Unconsciously, your leg twitches into his fingers. A silent plea for more. 

“What ‘bout it? Huh? Thinkin’ ‘bout my tongue?” 

You bite your lip as his grin turns darker. You nod, and his fingers trail up your thigh towards your sides. He moves closer. You can see the bulge growing in his trousers. It’s all you can do not to whimper- the memories of having him buried inside you to the hilt, fucking into you- oh this had to stop. But then again, you didn’t want it to. 

“Yeah,” you reply breathily. “God, I want your tongue on my clit.” 

Alec chuckles at your bold statement. Now that was unexpected of you.

“Spread your fuckin’ legs then, darlin’,” he replies with a nonchalant shrug. A moment later he’s beside you and pulling your chair away from the table. You let out a sound that’s halfway between a whimper and a yelp and spread your legs for him as he kicks your feet apart softly. 

Another moment and he’s between your legs, spreading your folds with his fingers and licking a flat stripe up your clit. You groan, sinking back in the chair and you feel the puff of air hit your core as he chuckles at your reaction. 

“Please, Alec?” 

Alec doesn’t make you beg. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucks it into his mouth and flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth over you mercilessly. His fingers reach around to grip at your ass and tug you closer to the edge of the chair. He eats you like a man starved, salivating at the taste of your pretty little cunt. 

“Oh, I could eat you for days,” he groans, breaking away to catch his breath. Your hips wiggle as the stimulation stops and as recompense, he pushes two fingers inside you, eyes entranced by the view of them inside you. Your cunt clenches around them and he laughs. “You like that, eh? Bet you do. Love having your pretty pussy stuffed like this.” 

Your head drops back against the chair and you spread your legs impossibly wider. Alec approves if the way he crooks his fingers just right for you is any idea. 

Another moment and his fingers are pulling out and his tongue is replacing them. Alec has to press himself as close to your flesh as possible to get his tongue as far as he can into your hole. You cry out, fingers digging into his scalp and holding him there. 

Alec flicks his tongue inside you and rubs the tip of his nose against your clit as he does so. You keen, thighs trembling with the effort of not closing around his head and popping his eardrums. 

One of his hands snakes around your thigh so his thumb can rub at your swollen clit. 

“Fuh-huh-uuck,” you moan, grinding your hips against his mouth and thumb. He feels so good, and there’s no way you’re not going to cum on his tongue in the next few seconds. “Fuck, Alec- shit- I’m- I’m close. God, please.” 

Alec laughs into your cunt as best he can with his tongue buried halfway into your core and he moves his thumb faster. You twitch and shake as the stimulation brings you closer and closer before-

“Oh, God- fucking fuck- fuck, Alec!” 

Your fingers yank against his hair, grinding yourself against his tongue as you ride out your high. Waves of pleasure roll over you while the continuing stimulation on your clit makes you shudder and twitch. 

He pulls his face away from your sopping cunt once he’s had his fill of your pussy and you grin tiredly at the blissful, wet mess that is his face. You can see your slick on his cheeks and chin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his spare hand. The sight of him panting, eyes black with lust does things to you. 

All of a sudden, his fingers are rubbing against your clit again hard and fast. You yelp, hips twisting to try and get away from the overstimulation. He tuts and refuses to relent. Your hips buck off the chair, fingers white-knuckling the edge of the table. 

And you cum again. But this time, you do the unthinkable and squirt. All over him. You’re shocked through the haze of pure pleasure coursing through your system, though it doesn’t stop you from making sounds a porn star wishes they could emulate. He’s grinning like a loon, rubbing at your clit like a man possessed until you have to basically all but kick him off you. 

The noise that escapes him sounds quite like disbelief, and while the main thing you can focus on is the pulsing of your overstimulated clit, you still manage a shaky “shut up.” 

“Never,” is his reply.

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[mayfieldss]

Hate is a strong word - Alec Hardy

Warnings: me writing for another old man, language, mentions of crime??? not spell checked or proofread

Summary: Alec hates everyone. He hates everything, even the ground he stands on, so it would make sense that he disliked you just as much, right?

It had been a long day for Alec Hardy. One full of bright smiles from strangers that made his skin crawl in disbelief, and people with little to no thoughts when he needed assistance at work. Not that he would properly admit he needed assistance, but rather resources to speed up what seemed to be a never-ending process.

You'd been with him for an extensive part of the day too, wandering about the place and sifting through evidence and information rather silently. You weren't usually so quiet, but today there was a shift, an empty gap where your voice should have been, playing against Alec's ears.

He doesn't say anything about it. He knows he should, that it is what a real friend would do, but is he your friend? He's not quite sure where the line is drawn, especially when the relationships he's had in the past—the ones where coworkers became more—had ended badly.

Besides, Alec hadn't been the best friend or coworker lately, to anyone, let alone you. He'd been stressed, and still is, yelling out to people who had little to no common sense when it came to solving a crime. He understood if you didn't want to speak to him, and everyone else in the offices had resorted to silence when he passed, but he did in fact like your voice surrounding him when he was thinking too much. He was always thinking too much.

"Y'alright?" he dares to ask, glancing up from the computer screen only briefly to make sure you've heard him. You seem startled, and nod quickly, as though you'd not wanted him to notice something was off. As if you'd not expected him to notice, which seems to make Alec feel worse.

"Yeah, m'fine." you send him something of a smile, though it doesn't seem entirely real, or reassuring. The attempt was made though, and Alec decides that it's best not to push things. He should push it, he thinks, he should check on you properly, like a normal and reasonable person. But he doesn't.

-

You knew Alec wasn't easy to get along with, though that didn't stop you from trying. He was the living embodiment of pessimism, and even then you were willing—willing to try and be a friend, a companion in the harsh reality that was your workplace. But after a while it could get tiring, and you weren't stupid. When Alec was mad, it wasn't worth the fight.

Today, you stayed silent, tired and unwilling to befriend someone who didn't want the mere contact of another human being in the current moment, if at all. And somehow, you saw a change in him. Only small, but there.

He'd raised his head, and asked how you were. You weren't sure what to do with that, and you'd answered how you would anyone, an unconvincing but reasonable answer that anyone who asks said question wants to hear.

And then there was quiet, a heavy peace between the both of you as you worked.

You had expected it all to end there, but the next day it all seemed to return in a wave of repetitiveness similar to that of television advertisements. Alec walked at your side, a sway in his step as he looked out toward the ocean, arms swinging in a pattern as he set the pace. He always walked fast, and it probably wasn't that good for him, not that he cared.

"You sure you're alright?" he isn't looking at you as he's says it, he's scared to do that, to make it too formal, too pointed. He also knows the question startles you a little, just as it had done the day before.

"Why d'you keep asking me that?" the frown that creases your forehead is one Alec now acknowledges as he shifts his gaze to your face, unsure how to answer.

"You're not acting like yourself—like usual." he puts it simply, plainly, hoping he can get through just enough emotion to make the statement substantial.

"I told you I was fine."

"Yeah, but it didn't sound like the truth, did it?" He doesn't want to turn this into a fight. It shouldn't have to be a fight because he shouldn't care enough to make it one, but he does.

"Because when a coworker asks how you are, they don't really want to know." You sound more agitated than you should. It's just a question, but it's the kind of question a lot of people don't like to be asked, you included. Alec doesn't like the subject either when it applies to him. He's avoided giving an answer of his own when you've asked him many times before.

"But I do want to know!" at some point Alec stopped walking, destination long forgotten in favor of this moment. You pause yourself, turning to him with nothing less than the purest frustration.

"Why on earth would you want to know?" the genuine confusion that laces the words is like a cut against Alec's skin, though he doesn't let himself bleed. It may have been dawning on him, just how much his distant personality affected others. "You hate it here, in this town with these people, with me and the office and the ocean. You hate everything!" Something's come over you, something you've been wanting to say for a while. "I never understood why you couldn't be happy for more than a second. I actually don't think I've seen you smile once since you came here, and I tried so hard to be your friend on this case, because god forbid I let you drown yourself in loneliness. But you never give anything back, so why do you want to know how I am?"

"Because I don't hate you," he doesn't dare say it too loud, because honestly he finds some embarrassment in the fact. Not that he enjoys your company but that he has only just made this realization now. "I tried to though, believe me. But I couldn't."

That forces you to focus and fall into a short silence. One that allows Alec time to say more, though he doesn't have much else on his mind. "So, how are you?"

There's a moment where you don't say anything, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore accompanies the light smile that begins to creep upon your lips. It's a gentle kind of grin, as though your pleased with yourself at long last, before you mumble a response.

"I'm a lot better now."

To that Alec allows himself to chuckle, taking the first step to start your journey once more. "Good. Now, let's get going before this gets sappy."

He has to move on from it fast, because god forbid he let his feelings catch up to him again. Though he does feel a little better, knowing you're okay.

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[scrambledslut]

still thinking about alec hardy asking a woman if she’d like to sleep with him and her going GOD NO and laughing in his face

#that whole scene had me pissing myself please #‘would you like to relax a bit with me here?’ #SHE LAUGHED IN HIS FACE PLEASE😭😭😭 #he’s such a loser i need him bibically #in s3 when he goes on a date and then walks her home and he hoped she’d invite him inside 😭😭😭 #he was hoping to smash i just know it #that man is so sexually frustrated but has absolutely ZERO game💀 #broadchurch #alec hardy #alec hardy x reader #di alec hardy #david tennant

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Drawn to a Flame

(Broadchurch) Alec Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: Dr Y/N Ryder is a child psychologist who visits Wessex police station to interview with a child. While there she befriends Ellie Miller and helps her (and her reluctant DI Alec Hardy) to solve a murder of a young woman.

Written in 3rd Person Omniscient of Alec, Ellie and the Fem!Reader. Reader is referred to as Dr Ryder, Ryder, or Y/N

I would post it on here but I don’t wanna do chapter by chapter posts so here’s the link :)

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[somethinglikethatyeah83]

People I Write For:

There are others but I won't know until I get requests for them so send a name in and I'll see if I can write it!

Campbell Bain (Takin' Over The Asylum)

Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch)

DI Neville Parker (Death In Paradise)

Officer Marlon Pryce (Death In Paradise)

Anthony Lockwood (Lockwood & Co)

George Karim (Lockwood & Co)

Nikolai Lantsov (Grishaverse)

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[denaliwrites]

Say You'll Remember Me (Denali's Version)

Alec Hardy x Bad Girl!Reader

Summary: If "whirlwind romance" were in the dictionary, next to its definition would be an image of you and Alec.

Soundtrack: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Criminal Activity.

1995

It wasn't like Alec, going and falling in love with one of the people he was sworn to put away.

Yet as you were escorted into the station, all crimson smiles, all confidence, all sauntering hips and deep black leather, he couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat.

(Little did he know how dangerous that would be for him if this had happened, oh, eighteen years into the future.)

And when your eyes danced across the room just to finally land on him -- tiny, scrawny little Alec Hardy -- oh, he knew he was done for. Not that he minded much... or at all.

Doing your intake was the highest honor that had, in his twenty-six years of life, been bestowed upon him.

"What'd they get a lass like you for?" he asked as he took your fingerprints, his hands surprisingly gentle with your own.

"Defacement," you replied simply with a smirk.

"Of?"

"Churchill's grave."

"Oh," he said, too stunned to move or speak for a moment. It passed quickly, and he resumed his work as if nothing had happened. "One of those counter-culture types, then."

You laughed at that, and it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. He could listen to it forever.

"Something like that," you said once your laughs died down. "I'm not big on the punk scene, though."

"Really?" he asked, looking up at you before quickly looking back down. "You look like you'd fit right in with that lot."

"What can I say? They've got a good look."

He hummed in response, then the two of you fell into silence as he continued processing you.

Once he was done, he escorted you to a cell and guided you in by the waist. You said nothing, but the look you sent him and the smile on those bloodstained lips let him know that you knew -- and you liked it.

The gesture was so small, so insignificant, and yet he couldn't believe he'd done it.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered about the power dynamics, and if he was abusing what little power he had in this situation. Then he decided that any power he had -- you granted him, and could easily take away if you wanted.

This suspicion was only confirmed upon your release. He was the one to open the cell -- he made sure of it -- and as you passed you winked at him and slipped him a piece of paper. Where you'd gotten it, or a pen, he had no idea, but when he looked at it at the privacy of his desk there definitely was a phone number written on it, as well as a kiss mark from your lipstick.

Oh, how devilish of you.

He called the number that night, and honestly half expected anyone else to answer. Maybe even no one.

Instead, your heavenly voice drifted down the line. "Took you long enough," you said lightly into his ear, and it took every ounce of control he had over his body to keep breathing.

"I had work," he protested, just as lightly.

"A poor excuse. Do you normally keep girls waiting like this?"

"Only the naughty ones."

Wow, he couldn't believe he'd just said that.

"So it's a punishment?" you said with a laugh.

The note of danger in that angelic sound sent a thrill down his spine. "If it is?"

"I'd like to see you try," you said, still laughing.

He wouldn't. He couldn't imagine it, frankly. Though he could imagine you punishing him, and he, much to his surprise, rather liked the idea.

The hell were you doing to him?

"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked.

"I have a phone number, don't I?"

Oh. Right. That you did.

"Would you like to stay at mine anyway?"

You hummed thoughtfully. "Stay with a random cop I only just met yesterday?" you asked teasingly. "What could possibly go wrong?"

"I promise I won't kill ye," he said quickly, fearfully.

"I know," you said. "You couldn't even if you wanted to."

He gave you his address, anyway, and then the conversation lulled and, rather suddenly, you hung up.

"That was rather rude," he mused.

You arrived just as he set his plate down on the table.

Answering the insistent knocking upon his door, he didn't expect to see you, yet there you stood. You were gorgeous as ever, with wild hair tumbling over your shoulders, no doubt whipped to a frenzy by a car's open windows, and lips as red as they were the moment he'd first laid eyes on you.

"Oh," he said, blinking. "You... came?"

"Well, you did invite me," you said, grinning.

"That I did," he said, and stepped aside so that you could enter. He closed the door behind you and followed you as you took a few exploratory steps deeper into the flat. "Have you eaten?" he asked as he passed you to return to the kitchen.

"No," you replied simply, looking around his kitchen curiously, as if you couldn't believe he actually lived here.

"Well, help yourself." He motioned to the pot on the stove as he sat down.

You must've noticed he wasn't eating -- he noticed the look of realization, the way you hurried to fill a plate and sit down beside him.

Your eyes met, and he smiled at the hint of a blush on your cheeks.

"I hope you don't expect me to say grace," you said to break the silence that had built around the two of you.

"Oh, goodness no," he replied.

"So you're waiting for me."

"Of course." You were the one in charge here, after all. Well, to him you were, at least.

You took a bite and he followed suit, and the two of you ate in amicable silence.

The rest of the night Alec spent discovering all the ways he could make you tick.

1996

Alec had never had a roommate before, let alone one who found themselves in jail as frequently as you did.

He had had girlfriends before, but you were the first one he hesitated to introduce to his parents -- it wasn't that he didn't love you, it was that he wasn't sure his poor mum would survive meeting you. She was a bit traditional, and you were anything but.

Unfortunately, the universe didn't agree with him.

You were home alone, recovering from a hangover when his mother dropped in unannounced -- and about had a heart attack at the sight of you, with all your leather and spikes, and what a "traditional" woman might say was a scandalous amount of makeup.

"Who are you, then?" Mrs. Hardy asked, because you couldn't possibly be Alec's girlfriend.

You were sensible not to immediately correct that assumption, instead simply offering your name before wandering to the kitchen and popping some painkillers.

"And what are you doing here?" she pressed.

"Oh, I live here."

"Does my boy need help with the rent?" she asked, mostly herself -- at least, you were pretty sure she wasn't asking you. "Enough that he'd seek help from..."

"Hmm?" you prompted in amusement, leaning your hip against the counter.

"Well, someone of your profession. Of course."

"What profession would that be?"

"You know," she said conspiratorily.

"Ma'am," you said with a biting laugh, "I work at the pub down the street."

She looked like she wanted to say, no, that's not right, you couldn't possibly be anything but a prostitute. She must've thought better of it, though.

Alec, blessedly, chose that moment to walk in the door.

You could see on his face, the moment he saw his mother, that he almost considered walking right back out.

Instead, he said "Mum!" and pulled the woman into an embrace. "I see ye've met my girlfriend."

You watched as several decidedly not great emotions passed over her features, before she settled on disbelief. "But... darlin', she's..."

You and Alec both stared at her as she struggled to find a delicate way to say it.

"Isn't she a little... bold, for you?" she asked. You had to admit, that was better than you expected.

"That's why I like her," Alec answered, pulling you into a side hug and kissing your cheek. You giggled and instinctively pulled him into a proper kiss, which he happily returned.

"Well... if ye say so..."

1997

The goal had never been to tame you or cage you, and the longer your relationship lasted the more he saw how ill-fitted to domesticity you were.

He didn't want to admit it, of course. He would've been happy to spend the rest of his life with you.

But he loved you, and he could see just how miserable you were living in the same little flat, going to the same boring job every day, talking to the same boring people and having the same boring sex with the same boring partner, day after day, for years.

You'd always been a troublemaker, it was one of the things he'd first learned about you, and it was one of the first things he'd fallen in love with.

For a while, at the start of the relationship, you'd put in effort not to get into trouble. For him, mostly, but he suspected you also had a genuine desire to turn a new leaf.

But you got bored. And when you were bored, you lashed out.

It was at a point now where Alec thought you probably spent more time in a cell than in his bed.

It broke his heart, that you couldn't be happy with him. But it broke his heart more that he'd unwittingly tried to break you, when he should've released you back into the wild. Hell, he never should've captured you at all.

"I want you out," he said one night.

"... out?" you asked, stunned. Confused. Lost. Hurt.

"I can't do this anymore," he said with a sigh. "The constant stints in jail, the drugs, the drinkin'. It's too much. So you need to leave."

"But..."

"No. You need to leave. That's the end of it. You have a week to sort out another place to stay, but then ye've gotta go. Even if it means ye gotta live on the streets."

It killed him inside that he could see a tiny glimmer of relief in your eyes.

And when he got home from work the next day, you were gone.

2004

Honestly, Alec hadn't expected to run into you again. Ever.

Yet as he walked Daisy through the park, there you were, circling the playground like a lion stalking its prey. There was only one child playing there, screaming gleefully as he sped down the slide. You hovered for a moment, watching vigilantly, before continuing your path around the jungle gym.

You looked... stressed. But happy.

Daisy tore her hand out of his and ran for the boy, no doubt eager to make a friend.

He watched as you realized there was an incoming missile in the form of a little girl, your eyes on his daughter as she neared. You eased the moment you realized it was just a kid coming at your... son? Yet you kept an eye on her, easily adopting the role of guardian for her even though she was a strange child who had, by all accounts, appeared out of nowhere.

He slowly made his way over, his eyes never leaving you. He saw, in rapid succession, your expression change from casual, to realization, to deer in the headlights, to flighty panic.

Yet you were stuck -- whoever this child was, you couldn't leave without him, and he was playing with Daisy in a section it'd be near impossible for you to reach before Alec reached you.

And reach you he did.

He said your name, the first time in years, and you closed your eyes at the sound of it. No doubt willing him to vanish.

"Hey."

It was the best he could've hoped for, honestly.

"You look well," he said, before his attention shifted to the kids. "Is he...?"

"God, no," you said with a nervous laugh. "Please. Me, with a kid? That'd be a disaster. No, he's, er... my friend's kid. I'm babysitting for the day while she's visiting her mum."

"Never really took ye to be a kid person."

"There's a lot about me you never really got the chance to learn."

"That's fair," he replied, watching the kids run around the swingset in a game of tag.

"Why did you do it?" you asked after a few moments of silence. "The real why, not the one you gave me that day."

He didn't want to answer that.

"The reason I gave you that day was the real reason."

"Don't -- don't you fucking dare," you hissed, turning to him. "Why lie?"

Because he knew if he'd told you the truth, you never would've gone. Never would've saved yourself.

"I didn't. I'm not. I was so tired of it all."

"And now?"

"And now I'm married with a kid."

He saw a brief flash of hurt in your eyes -- it was a life you never could've given him. Not for any lack of ability, but you both knew that if you'd somehow miraculously allowed yourself to carry to term, you probably would've walked out eventually. The domestic life just wasn't for you. It would've driven you crazy.

He could see that, just in the brief time he'd been watching you with your friend's kid. You were watchful -- perfectly diligent, perfectly protective... but he could see you itching to do just about anything else instead.

"How have you been?" he asked, pulling himself as well as you out of the thoughts circling in your heads.

"Good," you replied simply, at first. After a moment of thought, you added, "I took up a job in a school. Pays better than the pub."

"His age?"

"Yeah. I see him, sometimes."

"D'ye ken Daisy?"

"Your daughter?"

He nodded.

"I think she's familiar, but I'm sure if she actually were a student at my school I would've run into you sooner."

"Nah, my wife does all the school stuff. Tess, her name is."

"It rings a bell, actually."

"Eh? Small world."

The conversation drifted a bit from there, hitting on a few topics before you plucked up your now exhausted six-year-old charge and carried him home for naptime.

2008

Whoever you thought you might run into at an underground rave, Alec Hardy absolutely did not make the list.

Yet, he was unmistakable.

"Hey babe," you shouted into his ear with a grin, your body moving closer to him in time with the pounding beat of the music playing overhead. "I was wondering where you'd gone!"

"What are you on about? I don't know ye--"

Realization dawned in his eyes, and your grin widened. The last thing he saw before you pulled him into a kiss was a flash of danger in your eyes.

"What the hell?" he all but shouted into your lips.

"Play along, dumbass," you said instead of answering.

He seemed to get the hint, though. He was stiff at first as his hands circled your hips, but the two of you quickly fell back into whatever chemistry you'd had thirteen years ago and he loosened up.

You continued to dance, body grinding against his.

He was still, simply holding you, and when you looked up you saw nothing but adoration in his eyes.

"What?" you asked with a confused smile.

"I wish I'd gotten to see this side of you," he said. "This is how you should've been."

"Coked out?"

"Free."

Several emotions flitted over your face, eventually landing on heartfelt appreciation. "So that's why you broke up with me."

"Yes," was all he said. It was all you needed.

"Why didn't you just say that?"

"Ye would've given up yer freedom 'cause you would've thought that's what I wanted ye to do."

He was right.

"Thank you, Alec," you said quietly, and if not for the tender kiss he placed on your forehead, you would've thought your words lost to the blaring music.

You had to admit, he played the role of "boyfriend" well.

Too well.

It was rather funny, you thought, that he was confused for a patron and arrested along with you.

"I'm never gonna live this down," he moaned into his knees.

"Shut up," you told him with a laugh. "You'll be fine. Officer!" you called, waving your non-cuffed hand to get one of the arresting officers' attention. "Officer, can I get leave from these cuffs to run to the restroom?"

"Can't you hold it?" a gruff voice asked.

"Well, I could try, but then you'll be responsible for all the blood I leave behind."

You had to bite back laughter at the disgusted face the cop made. "Fine, but he stays with you," he said, motioning to Alec.

Alec, to his benefit, didn't protest.

You happily bounced up from the floor, dragging Alec along with you, and made your way to the restroom.

Inside was empty and quiet.

"Oh, this is gonna be a problem," you said thoughtfully.

"If there's anything I can do to help, I'll do it," Alec said, and you were struck by how genuine he was. After all this time, he still loved you -- enough to help you change your tampon, even.

"Oh, that was a lie," you reassured him. "I'm not on my period."

"Then... what are we doing in here?" he asked, looking around like the answer might be written somewhere.

"Busting out, duh."

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me -- I can't get arrested twice!"

"Yeah, that's why we won't be caught."

He dropped his face into his free hand, and you laughed. Quietly.

"C'mon, Hardy. Help me. You said you would."

"Yeah, when I thought ye needed help takin' care of yer period. I did not agree to help ye evade arrest!"

"Isn't it your career on the line, here?" you asked casually, as you eyed the bathroom window.

You heard a grunt behind you. "Ye always were tricky, weren't ye?"

"Like a fox, babe," you agreed.

He moved to stand beside you, looking at the window thoughtfully. "It should have a hatch release," he said, even though neither of you had found one.

"Could it be... subtle?" you asked. "Like a... tiny button?"

"To open a window?"

"I was hoping we wouldn't need to smash it."

"Sorry, but no such luck."

"Fuck. Okay."

You pulled him close to you, hands working quickly to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"I hardly think now's the time for sex," he gasped. "They'll come lookin' for us any moment."

"Yeah, it also won't help us break the window. You know what will, though? A fist, wrapped up in your shirt."

He really was such a dumbass, sometimes.

Once you got to the sleeve of his cuffed arm, together the two of you made quick work of making the necessary tears to get the shirt off completely.

Alec started wrapping the remains of his shirt around his balled fist, but your hands on his stilled him.

"Let me," you said.

"Now's not the time to be a hero," he replied.

"Please."

"Why?"

"If I get injured, I'm the one who broke the glass. I'm the one who gets in trouble. Your career won't be on the line."

"I'll still have let ye do it."

"Please, there's no 'letting' me do anything."

With that, he let you unravel the shirt from his hand and helped you wind it around yours. Then he double-checked it, and triple-checked it.

"When you're ready," he said after his last inspection.

Without hesitation, you punched a hole in the glass, then started knocking the remains out of the sill.

"Have ye done this before?" he asked, impressed and concerned all at once.

"I will let you believe what you want to believe. Now, c'mon!"

The two of you crawled out of the freshly broken window and ran off into the night, laughing and hand-in-hand.

You were lucky that the shop clerk didn't ask questions or call the police as you and Alec, still cuffed together, stepped up to the counter with a small haul.

Alec, ever the responsible one between you two, held a bottle of water, some painkillers, a sports drink, a protein bar, and your favorite candy.

You, ever the partier, held a bottle of beer and an energy drink.

You paid with the banknotes stashed in your bra and carried your haul out into the night.

The two of you walked a ways before finding a park. You dragged Alec over to the swings with a giggle and happily sat in one. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but sat in the swing next to you anyway.

"You're a right menace, y'ken that?" he groaned.

"It's one of my most charming features," you argued, smirking as you popped your beer open and took a sip.

"Why'd ye kiss me?" he asked, staring out over the park.

You shrugged. "The only way you'd ever end up at a rave is if you were undercover or it was some kind of sting operation -- which meant there were dangerous criminals around, and -- I'm sorry, but you do not blend in."

"So you gave me a cover."

"It was that or get stabbed. I'd like to think kissing me isn't as bad as the alternative."

"It was rather unexpected," he said, but you could see him fighting back a smile.

"Speaking of unexpected, when were you gonna tell me you have a key to these cuffs?"

"Oh, never," he said with a laugh.

"Alec Hardy," you said with a dramatic gasp. "Are you arresting me?"

"I could do," he teased, yanking his arm, with enough strength to send you reeling. Instead, though, you were able to catch yourself and swung to face him instead.

When your swing came close enough to his, his legs caught yours and kept you in place while his lips crashed into your own in a bit of a rough -- but sweet -- kiss.

"Alec Hardy," you said again, breathlessly.

He whispered your name into your lips, and you realized it had never sounded as lovely as it did coming from him.

"I love you," you whispered back, and he pulled away to stare longingly, lovingly into your eyes.

"It's not just the coke or booze talkin'?"

"Does it matter if it is? Even if I were completely sober... what could we do? Date again? Get married? You know I'd rather die than settle down."

He did. It was the whole reason he'd let you go.

"What we can do," he started, pulling you into a gentle kiss, "is get ye somewhere safe and comfortable to sober up."

"Your place?" you questioned with a grin.

"Exactly," he responded, and you felt his own smile against your lips. "And then, once yer sober, we can... talk."

With that, the two of you (reluctantly) parted, and Alec led you away into the glimmering city.

No real talking was had for the week you spent at Alec's flat. Sure, words were exchanged, like "What should we have for dinner?" or "What time should I expect you home?" But for the most part, the two of you didn't talk so much as... moan each other's names in a near-constant state of ecstasy.

And boy, did you get great use out of those cuffs.

2013

Of course you'd heard about the Sandbrook case -- even when you and Alec weren't talking, the two of you still kept tabs on each other.

He'd sent you an email when your aunt died. You'd sent him a text when his mum was diagnosed with cancer (luckily, she was fine now, and you'd sent him a text when she'd gone into remission, too).

All that to say that you knew. About the case, sure, but more importantly, about how devastated he was over it. A text wouldn't do. Hell, even a call wouldn't do.

Last you'd heard, he'd relocated to some coastal town called Broadchurch.

So you followed him there.

You hadn't been expecting a murder investigation when you pulled into town, but it was the only thing anyone was talking about, nor were you expecting to organically run into Alec mere minutes after arriving, yet in he walked as you were grabbing a coffee.

"What're you doin' 'ere?" he asked, completely baffled.

The woman beside him looked... well, equally confused. Maybe more? You and Alec just had a habit of running into each other. For her, this was new.

"I heard about Sandbrook," you said simply.

He sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't have time for ye right now."

Ouch.

"Just -- go get set up in the hotel. I'm stayin' there, I'll... I'll see ye." With that, he waved you away. Dismissed you like a dog.

Hmph.

You did get yourself set up in the hotel, of course, but you took your sweet time getting there. There was plenty to do in the town, though the constant mistrustful stares set you a bit on edge.

It was about six when you finally went and got yourself a room, and about ten when you heard a gentle rapping at your door.

"I'm sorry about earlier," was the first thing Alec said as you swung the door open.

You looked him over, now that you had the chance -- he looked haunted, haggard. Sleepless...

"Oh, Alec," you sighed, drawing him into an embrace. He melted into you, holding you tight. "I'm sorry. I should've been there."

"Nothin' ye could've done."

You knew that, of course, and you knew your presence alone wouldn't have chased away that haunted look in his eyes, just as it wasn't doing now, but... you wished it could. You wished it were that easy.

He parted from you with a shaky breath, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears.

And then he yanked you into a desperate kiss.

You didn't protest, and in fact returned it. Neither of you parted as he pushed you back into the room and toed your door shut, nor as the back of your knees hit the bed and you nearly collapsed.

He caught you, held you impossibly close, fingered the hem of your shirt in a silent bid for consent.

You nodded, eagerly, and he made quick work of your clothes -- and you.

You weren't surprised how often Alec came to see you during the Latimer case (okay, maybe you were, a little).

You knew he was just using you for stress relief, but you didn't mind (much). You figured it was penance for being unable to help him during the Sandbrook case. You figured things would go back to normal once this new case was over.

Then the fucker went and had a heart attack or something.

So things returned to normal a bit quicker than you expected.

At least he apologized.

Things were a bit awkward at first once sex was taken off the table. Like the two of you didn't know how to do anything but fuck like rabbits. Eventually, though, you found a groove that worked.

Every night that he came "home," you had dinner, watched a movie, and talked about the bits of your lives you'd missed.

You told him where you'd gone after the breakup. He told you about meeting Tess and having Daisy. You told him about your trip to Tanzania. He told you about becoming Detective Inspector.

"Your life has been much more exciting than mine," he said one night as the two of you lay curled up together in bed.

"Maybe," you said with a shrug. "But you actually did something with yours."

"Naaaah," he growled, making you giggle. "Everyone's different... this is the path I was always gonna be on, and that's the path ye were always gonna be on."

"I guess we're lucky our paths keep crossing from time to time."

"I hope they do far into the future," Alec said with a yawn.

You giggled again. "Go to sleep, dumbass. You have a murder to solve."

"God, don't remind me."

2014

You could feel that Alec was at peace, for once.

Sure, Joe Miller had walked. But Alec knew he'd gotten the right man. And he'd solved the Sandbrook case -- finally gave that family justice and closure. Finally erased that blemish from his conscience.

The two of you celebrated in the only way you really knew how, by making love.

Leaving Broadchurch had always been the plan, for you. You'd stayed, because Alec had needed you to, but you never intended to stay anywhere permanently.

So why did it hurt so much when Alec told you he was leaving?

And why did it hurt so much when you watched his train rattle away?

2017

Alec kept the house in Broadchurch -- mostly for you. He knew you weren't a creature of habit, of settling down and growing roots, but he offered it as a sort of base of operations, with no strings attached. You'd taken the offer, simply because it felt like if you didn't, you'd never hear from him again.

Not that he contacted you anyway.

Until one day, when he'd called you to tell you he was moving back to Broadchurch and would need his house back. You were welcome to stay, he assured you, but he also made it seem like maybe you shouldn't. He was bringing his daughter with him, and she seemed to be in a difficult period of her life.

You wondered if Alec remembered how the two of you had met. Apparently not, given he thought his daughter being a troublemaker would bother you.

So you'd stayed, and they'd moved back in.

Things were tense at first, especially given his first big case upon his return, but eventually it all evened out. You even got on surprisingly well with Daisy, all things considered.

2018

You hadn't meant to stay. It had just sort of... happened. And you hadn't meant to fall back into a relationship with Alec. That had just sort of happened, too.

Yet... you were happy.

For the first time in your life, staying... wasn't so bad. You even thought you could rather do more of it. Maybe not a lot. But... some.

2019

You admired the glittering ring on your finger as reflected lights danced on the ceiling and walls of your tiny little home in Broadchurch.

Alec held you in his arms, and you had your legs draped over his lap. Some old black and white film played on the TV. It was dark and rainy. The night couldn't have been more perfect, even if he hadn't proposed to you on top of it all.

Eventually the two of you moved to your bed, and Alec held you impossibly close, his arms tight but tender around you.

"All I ask," he sighed sleepily, "is that if ye leave, ye always come home to me."

And come home to him you did.

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[owen-writes]

Trivial Matters

Alec Hardy x Male Reader

You shifted uncomfortably in the cold metal chair, the sterile room feeling oppressive. The detective across from you scrutinized a seemingly innocuous document, his eyes occasionally flicking up to meet yours. You had been pulled into the station for what felt like a trivial matter, but the atmosphere hinted at something more.

As the questioning continued, the door swung open abruptly, revealing DI Alec Hardy, his stern expression conveying both frustration and concern. His blue eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of disbelief and protectiveness evident.

"What the hell is going on here?" Alec's voice cut through the room, sharp and demanding attention.

The detective interviewing you glanced up, seemingly caught off guard by Alec's sudden entrance. "DI Hardy, we're in the middle of—"

"I don't care. This is my husband," Alec asserted, his gaze unwavering as he stepped further into the room. "What are you accusing him of?"

The detective cleared his throat, attempting to regain control. "We're just following procedure, DI Hardy. Your husband is a person of interest in an ongoing investigation."

Alec's jaw clenched, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Person of interest? For what? What evidence do you have?"

The detective hesitated, exchanging a glance with his colleague. "There's been a misunderstanding. We'll sort this out."

Your heart raced as Alec took a protective stance beside you, a silent promise of support. "Misunderstanding? You're detaining my husband based on a misunderstanding?" Alec's tone held a dangerous edge.

The detective nodded, acknowledging the error. "We'll release him once we clarify a few things. Just routine questioning."

Alec's gaze never wavered from you. "You hear that, love? Routine questioning. They'll be sending us a fruit basket as an apology when this is over."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating Alec's attempt to lighten the mood despite the circumstances. The detectives continued their inquiries, but with Alec by your side, the air shifted. He had them remove your handcuffs so you could be more comfortable and his presence was a reassurance, a shield against the uncertainty that had clouded the room.

As the questions concluded, Alec extended a hand towards you. "Let's get out of here."

Walking side by side, you felt Alec's protective grip on your hand. The station's cold walls seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of Alec's support.

Once outside, Alec turned to you, a hint of a smile breaking through his usual stoicism. "When I said I wanted you in handcuffs, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

You chuckled, grateful for his ability to inject humor into the situation. "I prefer your version of handcuffs, to be honest."

Alec smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let's make a deal – no more getting arrested for trivial matters, yeah?"

You nodded, squeezing his hand. "Deal. I'll leave the crime-solving to you."

Alec chuckled, leaning in for a brief kiss. "Good. I've had enough drama for one day."

As you walked away from the station, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel a renewed appreciation for the strength of your bond and the protective force that was DI Alec Hardy.

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[inisemuatimosss]

Alec Hardy X Reader? Yes.

Alec hasn't come home yet.

I glance at the clock hung on the wall. 1 in the morning, yet my eyes are pretty active now. I run myself a quick shower before putting on a loose sleep dress. He usually comes home at 12, but perhaps he has to deal with the paperwork of his recent homicide case.

I wonder if he had his dinner. 

I lie down on the couch, attempting to read a magazine with the help of nothing but a candle. The scent of vanilla fills the atmosphere. It’s familiar yet it’s saddening. It’s his favorite scent. I miss his presence in my arms. When we used to spend time together. When nothing could be wrong. 

When nothing actually takes him away from my arms.

But, hey, I can’t really complain, can I? He’s a detective inspector. He’s busy. I should be glad he hasn’t committed suicide on the tough case. And I need to make sure he will never.

I just realized how cold the air is. I tuck my feet under the cushions, a weak and silly attempt to keep myself warm. At least for my feet to be warm. The magazine was left untouched. It bores me. 

The door clicks as I look up. Alec walks in, looking tired and miserable as usual. He hangs his jacket and takes off his shoes. I've seen him more scruffy before, yet looking at the loose necktie and messy locks is enough to make me feel sympathy.

"Welcome home, dear," I smile as he walks towards me, his eyes too worn out to even open fully. Alec slumps on the couch as he shifts a bit to hover me, his head buried in my chest. I enjoy his embrace. Poor thing, he must've been overworking again.

"How was work?" I ask, rubbing circles against his back. He mumbles out incoherent protestations. He's really tired. Being a detective isn't easy, I know.

It took me a moment to realize he's been holding back the tears. Droplets of clear liquid fall on my chest as Alec's breathing turns ragged. It was shocking, considering I've never seen him shed a single drop before. However, I guess even the most grumpy cop has a soft side, and sometimes it's been pent up that he needs someone to listen to him. I run my hands through his hair and take off his glasses, setting it on the coffee table. I peck his scalp, whispering comforting words.

"Shh, shh, you're alright, Alec," he wraps his arms around my ribs, hiding his face and sobbing. It hurts to see him like this. I hug him tighter. "You're in my arms, nothing can bother you now. You're safe," I whisper softly. After about 5 minutes, he went limp in my embrace, snoring tiredly. I chuckle and give him a kiss on the head. I won't allow him to work tomorrow. He deserves a rest, he's a human too.

Tomorrow is another day.

When I wake up, Alec is still in my arms, face buried in my neck. His hair tickles and his breathing is normal. The tears stain on his cheek makes me sad. Sometimes I need to remind him that he doesn't need to be afraid around me. And it's okay to cry. I kiss his cheek as he whines sleepily. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Tea or coffee?" I question, ruffling his brown locks.

Tea, of course. He dislikes coffee.

But not microwaved tea. I’m not letting him drink that gross stewed tea.

"Five more minutes, you're so warm..." Alec slurs, shifting so now he's resting on my chest, hugging my torso tightly. I giggle and pat his shoulders. His sleepy voice is so cute. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere."

Neither of us speaks for a mere minute. I look down to see Alec already asleep, again, breathing softly. I coo to myself. We lay there on the couch, clinging to each other while enjoying the warmth radiating from our bodies. 

Maybe I won't get up until noon.

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[judgement-free-sideblog]

Blood, tears and sea breeze

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

Hi!!! Long time without posting, work has been crazy, so many painful things, but I have a tiny space of time and I wanted to think about something else for a change, new chapter, more questions and so close to the end. I hope everyone is safe and healthy. Please take care of yourselves, mental health is so important, specially in times like this. We will get out of this, until then I send you a lot of love and hugs from here.

Atte: a still tired but more hopeful doctor

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Chapter 18: Reality

The stinging pain across your cheek somehow brought you back to reality, a reality that you had comfortably numbed away the moment the handcuffs closed around your wrists.

But reality could be tricky sometimes, because the brief stolen kisses on his livingroom, the innocent way he touched your face, and the hunger look on his eyes every night you escape to sleep alone in his room were part of reality, even when now they feel ages away, and numbing all the pain, all the desperation even those perfect moments was the best solution you could find, because the way the kindness evaporate from his eyes when he told you "Miss Y/L/N, you are under arrest for the murder of Jonathan Norbury" and was replaced for an empty void and disappointment in his voice, was enough to keep you from wanting to be in this reality.

But you were back, the echo of Ash words were hurting you, because she was wrong, you love them too, and you would have never wanted any of that trouble for them, she was wrong for believing that you wanted any of this, but she was right to call you all thos hurtful things, even when you were not sure of what you did you felt like you deserved it.

And what did you do? Did you really slept with Charlie? Charlie who was more like an awkward little brother that anything to you, did you really order him to ... kill Jonathan? Even thinking about it was to hard to process, you tried search for your bracelet again knowing to well it wasn't there, but your hands were handcuffed to the table and the more you pull from them the more they hurt, and the cold steel started to mark your wrists.

And somehow that pain kept you from blacking out, the thought of Alec angry and sad because of you alone in his house again, Ashley's words, and Jonathan's body on the floor, and you started crying, letting the pain wash out from your eyes, and then as your wrist started to bleed from the handcuffs clarity followed, you were not screaming as last time, because there was something you could not shake off your mind, something that was almost ridiculous, like the idea of even touching Charlie, and the sudden realization make you wanted to laugh, but you keep it quiet, because the pretty officer that had brought you in returned with a laptop and you didn't want to appear more disturbed than they already thought you were.

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"Sugar?" Miller said offering a small bowl to Ashley Langford, she seemed stressed and there were a few wrinkles around her eyes and her hair looked less shiny than usual, somehow Miller thought, she looked more human.

"Oh no, it's fine thank you" she said and kept looking at the door. " I'm sorry for the way I acted, is just that my parents are very old and having the police coming and trash the place was..." she put the tea aside and covered her face with her hands before starting to cry. "How did this happened? My brother is an asswhole but he would never... oh god what did he do?" She cried again and Miller offered her a paper tissue.

"Miss Langford I'm so sorry for the inconvenience that this process is causing you, but I can't tell you any details about the investigation, we are going to need you to cooperate with us and told us everything about your brother relationship with Y/N" she said and the woman rise her look puzzled.

"I'm sorry, but I already know, everybody knows" she said and Miller was shocked to hear that. "It's all on the internet, a friend of mine send it to me this morning, I called Charlie and he gave me a very confusing response and I run to my parents house to question him about them, but they had already arrested him" she said and took her phone out of her purse to show her.

They were not the explicit videos that Ramos had found, but they left clear that Y/N and Charlie were together and they had killed Jonathan.

"What did your brother said?" Miller asked when a quick search on her social media let her know that maybe all of Broadchurch had seen Y/N confession.

"I don't know, he sounded confused, angry, he said That count thinks that because that old jock is shagging her now she can dump me she is crazier than I thought, we'll see how much he likes her after this" she was convinced he meant some of the girls he often meet at bars, but the truth was clear to Ellie.

A couple nights before, in the middle of the night Alec had texted her to meet on the piers, on their usual spot. And after some crafted lie to Brian she was there, ready to fight whatever demon was torturing his mind, however what she found was different, he had a quiet smile, looking at the waves, and enjoying the sound of the ocean in the night, if she didn't knew him any better she would have swear that he was humming a song.

"Having a good night sir?" She asked and sited next to him.

"Miller, do you think I'm bad at my job?" He asked and she kept trying to guess his train of thought, a sixth sense told her she already knew what was happening, but she didn't want it to be truth.

"Yes, you are a nightmare, what is happening?" She said humoring him and he became all serious.

"Just answer the bloody question Ellie" the use of her name let her know it was serious so she looked at the ocean for a a long moment before speaking.

"You are not, you are capable, witted, yes you are a nightmare, but you are quite good at your job" She said honestly.

"Do you trust my judgment?" He asked then almost in a whisper.

"Without a doubt sir" she said, and before he could reply and make her part of something that was clearly against the rules she stoped him. "I trust you would never jeopardize an active investigation, and that whatever choice you make on your... personal... life, would be after a deep and conscious consideration" she said looking deeply into his eyes.

"Ellie..." He started but he knew he should keep it quiet, this was for the best. "Thank you detective Miller"

"You are welcome sir, and if I may... I hope you are happy, and have a good night" she said, meaning every word, even when the pain was pushing to make her cry. "I will change the patrol on your house tomorrow, to someone more trustworthy, you know for safety" she said and walked away from the piers, leaving him with that stupid smile on his face.

And now all she could think off was him alone in his house angry at himself and she had the need to run to his side, but no, there was only one way out of this for him, without damaging his image more, and that was with a conviction on Y/N, so she took Ashley Langford declaration and it was now certain for her that Charles had posted those videos, the how he found out Y/N was involved with a certain scottish man was still a mystery but she was determined to find out.

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But I like you and your cock better than Jonathan's, Charlie the sound of your voice coming from the laptop saying those things almost made you throw up, but you kept watching You should kill him already and we can leave this place, don't you think big boy? It was you, there was no doubt about it, it was you in a very ordinary and nasty room, acting like a drunk idiot, rubbing your almost naked body on Charles, who had the creepiest smug on his face and you wanted to slap that dump expression out of him, this was degrading and humiliating, but you were focused, as you had been the last few days, everything was more clear than it had been in the last year and your mind was running fast trying to focus on one sole detail.

You have seen at least four different videos of yourself and the dates on them click on your head with dumb fights with Jonathan, headaches or days that everything seemed blurry, and for a solid minute your mind start deviating and consider the idea that maybe you were actually guilty, that maybe this semi naked idiot was actually you, but before that ridiculous idea could consume you another stupid phrase out of Charlie's mouth made DC Ramos blush and made you remember something as DC Harford looked careful at you.

The last time you had blushed was a few days ago in Alec's couch, once you came back from the cliff and he turned up the heat since the both of you were wet from the rain that had made you run inside, kissing him had been a childish decision, and he kissing you back was just as bad, but now you were sitting on the couch covered with a blanket and holding a cup of tea, glad that Daze was god knows where and you could talk like adults.

"We shouldn't" you started, "I want to, I really do, but you are still leading the case, and I can't lie, and if someone asks me are you sleeping with detective Hardy I will say yes, and ..." You blush at the look he gave you and quickly hide your face away from his smile.

"Fine, you should lock your door tonight then" he said jokingly with a playful grin and for a moment you wonder were have this man been all this time.

"Sure detective, let's make dinner, I'm starving" you said and kissed him again, thinking at the moment that everything was alright, but now as agent Ramos looked uncomfortable away from you the little bubble of happiness was finally burst, and once again that anger make your memories come back to you the image of the night club cleared, the toothy grin of the man in the red shirt, finally had a name, and things became more and more focused and you looked up to DC Harford.

"Enough" You said a little more aggressive than expected, but they stopped looking at you with petty on their eyes if just for a moment. "I seen enough, what do you want to know?"

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"Look everyone in Broadchurch is talking about you" Miller started showing Charles her phone with the edited videos "Are you going to keep pretending that you had nothing to do with this or are you finally going to talk?" She said and the authority on her voice irritated him.

"Where is the guy?" He asked looking at the empty chair next to her, but he had abandoned the erratic tone, and was talking quietly.

"In the other room talking to your girlfriend here" she said pointing at the pictures. "Whom I think will say everything so I will recomend you to start talking"

"No the little eye candy, the other one, the old one" he said and smiled when she change her stoic look. "I liked the guy, seems tough" he said with honesty and she repressed the impulse to sigh in relief.

"He is not working today" she said and tried to regain her pose. "He is loosing all the fun".

"Oh sad, because this is so entertaining" he said sarcastically "What do you expect me to say? I post them, she is suppose to be mourning, and sad, but no, the little cunt is so happy walking holding hands with some arse, well what can I expect right? She cheated on Jonathan, why wouldn't she cheat on me too" he said it upset at the thought of the woman seeing another men, and the whole situation became ridiculous to Miller, and at the same time something was not coming together.

"Did you saw her with someone else?" She asked cautiously, knowing too well that until the las four hours she had been enclosed in Hardy's house and if she ever leave his place was with him.

"I did, a couple days ago, acting like Jonathan was nothing to her, like I was nothing" He said, and she desperately needed to know if he was lying, because if he meant Alec he would have said it since the beginning, but if he meant someone else, who? Unless... maybe he was fabricating the whole thing.

"How was him?" She asked and without hesitation she add "I mean she has a type, Jonathan, you... another how did you call agent Ramos? Eye candy"

"Yeah" he said smiling sardonically "Some bloke, you know tall, black hair, I could take him down" it sounded rehearsed, and it became clear he was lying when he nervously add "Clean shaved bastard"

She was about to say something else when the door was opened and a nervous Harford came inside.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but we need you" she said and Miller followed her outside leaving a puzzled Charlie behind.

"What happened?" She asked and Katie looked at her feet uncomfortable "She still hasn't talked?"

"No, that's the problem, she talks but she says she doesn't remember anything..." she started

"Well she make this idiot kill her fiance I'm not surprised she wants to pretend it didn't happen" Miller say spiteful.

"No that's not the problem, she says she will confess, but only to you" she said and Miller was surprised to hear that.

"Absolutely no" she said calmly.

"I say that and she went silent again" I try everything, we even show her how those videos are running through all the town, by the way how the fuck that happened?" She said and show her a link send to her by her dad. "But she keeps asking for you"

Ellie remembered the last time she walked inside that particular interrogation room, a part of her wanted answers, but she feared she would act up against her, and ruin the case as she have done all those years ago, but no, Haedy needed her to fix this, so she make up her mind an asked Katie to leave her alone inside.

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"Ellie" you said once she was sitted in front of you, "it may be in our best interest if you gave me 5 minutes before turning on that thing" you said looking at the tape recorder that Harford had turned off.

"Is Detective Miller, and why would I listen to you?" She said and her tone was not only dry and professional but also rude at some point.

"Because if you care about Alec as much as I do you may want to hear what I have to say first" you said and she raised her hand and you prepared to feel the pain in your face again but she only put the pictures of Jonathan's body and screenshots from the filthy videos in front of you.

"This is caring for him?" She said and this time was no longer any professionalism on her voice. "You have five minutes" she said finally.

"I didn't sleep with him" you said and she gave you an incredulous look "Alec," you said exasperated "I thought is better to let that out in the open, nothing happened, so he is safe on that end... and I have no intention of talking to a lawyer so you can rest" you said and her expression softened a little "where is he?" You couldn't help but ask.

"Alone in his house, probably wondering why did he trusted you" she spat at you "4 and a half minutes"

"Fine, I don't remember anything of this, ok? Completely blank, but I'm not an idiot I know how that sounds, and I won't play the victim, I will confess, to what is here to whatever agent Harford needs to put Charlie on jail, and me if I have to"

"And how are you so sure about Langford being guilty?" She asked.

"Because I remember now, the day I found him like this" you said pointing at the picture, I took the bus home and Charles was there, he put him there" you said since the images were flowing back to your mind, and you remembered, "I start screaming for help when I saw him, he said something about this being what I wanted, what I asked him to do all the time, and I fight him to run away and then I just remember his hand in my neck and the taste of something bitter he force down my throat and before everything went black again I saw him put my ring on his hand" you said and Ellie's eyes opened up drastically.

"The broken ring?" She said quietly.

"Yes, the next thing I remember was being in the front door reading Jonathan's letter, getting inside and freaking out over his body" you said very aware of how unrealistic all that sounded but she had to listen to you "He posted all this crap, but nothing about the parking lot, and I'm sure I fight that time, and this person that I don't remember is willing, drunk or drugged with a split personality or whatever, but she appeared to be ok with what is happening, then why will I need to scream, and run and fight on that car? What was different then, why did he needed to make a show out of Jonathan's dead, if he was so sure I wanted this, why did he have to make it all this big?" you said aware of the way that sounded but for some reason something on her eyes said she might believe you.

"I have no interest in understanding the train of thought of a lunatic" She Miller said trying to hide her own concerns "What is your point?"

"You are bsolutely right, but this was post right after we..." start dating? That sounded childish, we kiss? Sure Y/N rub it on her face "All I can think is that this is not over, and I can't let whatever else is coming affect Alec, so I'll confess so this ends quickly, but I need you to make sure he doesn't get dragged into this, I can't have that on me"

"Your time is up" she said and put out the note pad where you should write the declaration, completely ignoring your words.

"Ok, where should I start?" You said resigned.

"You are really going to confess?" She asked surprised and didn't turn the device on yet "why? If you really think there is more to it than the evidence, then why?"

"No matter how, I'm responsible for his dead, I might as well start paying, also this way I can make sure Alec's reputation and Ashley's life doesn't get more damaged for my mistakes" you said firmly.

"You really care about him huh?" She said and gave you a half smile. "I think I know exactly where you should start" she said and started writing instructions on the notepad, before you start speaking.

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No More Broken Heart (Alec Hardy x Reader)

 Warning: Spoilers for Broadchurch 

When Alec Hardy woke in the hospital, he wasn’t exactly surprised to see Ellie Miller standing over him, a rather pissed off look on her face.

“What?” Alec croaked out, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light.

“A text?” Ellie asked, crossing her arms.

“Don’t start Miller,” Alec groaned, adjusting his position in the hospital bed.

“You sneak off and send me a text, knowing my phone won’t be on in the courtroom,” Ellie said, exasperation obvious in her tone.

“I’ll give you money to shut up,” Alec tried, sighing.

“I’ll give you more money to be less of a knob,” Ellie shot back, Alec rolled his eyes, silent for a moment before he spoke again.

“I made it,” he said, not able to help the smile that grew on his face, “I made it through!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ellie asked.

“You’d only come and sit with me,” Alec sighed again.

Ellie suddenly seemed to realize something as she stood up straighter and looked around the room, “Y/N’s not here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the man lying in bed.

Alec shrugged, “Didn’t tell her, she thinks I’m at work,” he said, making Ellie roll her eyes.

“You didn’t tell your bloody girlfriend that you were getting a pacemaker in?!” she shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.

Alec groaned, “I know, I know…I didn’t want to worry her,” he said.

“I’m calling her, right now,” Ellie said, pulling her phone from her pocket.

“No, no, please no, she’ll freak out,” Alec begged, trying to sit up in bed, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his chest.

As Ellie dialed your number she shoved Alec back onto the bed. You were sitting at home, filling out some papers for work when Ellie’s name flashed across the screen.

You set down your pen, answering the call, “Hey El, how was court?” you asked, leaning back in your chair at Alec’s small kitchen table.

“Alec’s in the hospital, he’s had surgery,” Ellie said quickly, your eyes widened, and you quickly got out of your seat, already grabbing your bag and putting on some shoes.

“What happened? Did he have a heart attack?” you asked, panic quickly setting in.

“No, nothing like that, he got a pacemaker,” Ellie explained on the other end of the line. You froze in the middle of pulling on your coat. 

That fucking bastard. You were going to kill him.

“I’ll be there in ten,” you said, “don’t let him go anywhere.”

*

Ten minutes later you were at the hospital, walking briskly down the hall towards your boyfriend’s room, you were ready to scream at him, throw things.

He could’ve died, he didn’t tell you he was having fucking surgery, you were definitely going to kill him.

When you finally got to the room, you shoved open the door, ready to yell, but your words died in your throat when you saw Alec asleep in that bed, Ellie sitting beside him, playing some game on her phone.

Ellie looked up when you entered the room, smiling softly and putting her phone away. She got up from the chair, hurrying over to you.

“He fell asleep a few minutes ago, they gave him some strong painkillers,” Ellie told you softly.

You nodded, “I was ready to come in here and kill him,” you whispered, chuckling a bit.

Ellie smiled, “I already gave him a pretty hard time, but he definitely deserves some yelling from you.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “He’s an arse,” you said, walking over to where Ellie was sitting and taking her spot in the chair by the bed.

“Definitely, but you still love him,” Ellie told you, making your cheeks heat up a bit.

“I do,” you sighed, talking Alec’s hand in yours.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Ellie said, grabbing her purse.

You nodded, “See ya later, I’ll let you know when he gets out,” you said.

Ellie nodded, “Bye love,” she told you, before heading out the door.

As soon as the door shut, Alec’s eyes opened and he looked over at you, “You weren’t asleep?” you asked, chuckling a bit.

“Miller wouldn’t shut up, only way she’d stop is if I was sleeping,” Alec said, smiling a bit at you.

You smiled and shook your head but frowned when you remembered why you were here. Letting go of Alec’s hand, you slapped his arm rather harshly.

“Ow!” he yelped, “What was that for?” he asked, rubbing his arm as he glared slightly at you.

“You didn’t tell me you were getting fucking heart surgery Alec!?” you shouted, making the man beside you wince slightly.

“I know love…” Alec started but you cut him off.

“You could’ve died!,” you shouted again, “I wouldn’t have been there! I know you and I know you’re brave but I sure as hell know that you don’t want to die alone!”

You cursed softly as you felt tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, you furiously wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, looking away from your boyfriend.

“Darlin, I’m so sorry, I should’ve told ya,” Alec said softly, managing to sit up in the bed, reaching out and taking your hand in his.

“Damn right you should have,” you mumbled, still looking down.

You were both silent before you finally looked up at him again, Alec let go of your hand, reaching up and wiping at the tears on your face, smiling softly, “I’m here though love, I’m not going anywhere,” he told you.

“You better not,” you said, making him chuckle. “You have to stay the night here?” you asked.

Alec nodded, “Yeah, doctor said I could probably go home tomorrow morning,” he said.

Nodding, you sighed, leaning forward and kissing your boyfriend softly before pulling away, “Guess I’m staying the night then,” you told him when you pulled away.

Alec shook his head, “You don’t have to do that,” he told you.

“Yeah, I do, now lay back down, you probably shouldn’t be sitting up,” you said, Alec sighed but laid back down.

“Want anything? Water? A snack?” you asked, Alec shook his head.

“Just having you here is great,” Alec said, you rolled your eyes.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said, shaking your head.

“I know,” Alec answered, sighing.

You laughed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek, making him smile. When you pulled away, you reached out, gently placing a hand over Alec’s heart, careful of the incision close by, you could feel the steady beating beneath your palm, making your smile widen.

“No more broken heart?” you asked, meeting Alec’s gaze.

He smiled and nodded, “No more broken heart,” he answered.

A/N: Hello my loves, I’m truly sorry I haven’t been posting anything in a while, and I haven’t gotten to all my requests yet, but I hope you enjoyed this little Alec Hardy fic I cooked up, it might suck lol, but I needed to write something for everyone’s favorite grumpy detective. Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it! Love you all! ~ Sara :) 

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You're all very horny and very valid and I love that three different people (at least I think you're three different people?) sent essentially the same request so there's definitely an audience for that 😂🖤

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Nip To The Park (Broadchurch Drabble)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Alec discovers your newest yappy crime.

Fic type: Crack/fluff

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“Wha’ the fuck is that?” Alec asked with his lips pursed into a very unimpressed grimace. “And what-” he enunciated the word- “is it doing in my house?” 

You let out a rather un-charming ‘uh’ sound, dragging it out while you attempted to find literally any excuse for the creature tugging behind your back. Your eyes darted left and then right. Alec’s grimace deepened, losing his patience. 

“It’s nothing,” you replied, hiding the leash. You didn’t notice the loop sticking out from your other side. 

“Y’cannae expect me t’believe there’s nothin’ there,” he said, gesturing wildly. The poor man was three steps in the door and already gesticulating and waving his tone about like a man worn down with desperation. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, my love,” you replied, not even looking down at the rather fluffy and rather medium-sized dog sniffing at your feet. 

“Och- you’re ridiculous, why is there a dog in my house, darling?” 

Oh, so he was pronouncing his ‘g’s now. This was not good. You let go of the leash and picked the dog up, grunting as you did so. His little tail wagged side to side happily. 

“Alright, so, uh, listen- here’s the thing,” you chuckled nervously. “I might have gone out today. And there might have been an adoption set-up going at the park. And I might have stopped in to have a quick look and say hello. And I might have looked into his eyes a bit too long. And…” 

“And?” Alec asked, already knowing the answer but forcing you to come out with it anyway. 

“And I might have brought him home.”

 

Alec finished putting his stuff down, hanging his keys and coat on their various hooks. You took a step back, careful not to trip on the lead. The dog in your arms sniffed at your chin and tried to lick your face. 

When you fended off his kisses and looked back up, Alec was coming towards you. Your eyes widened with fear. Alec was a cop- not even. He was a detective. He could definitely kill you and cover it up successfully if he really wanted to. 

Then, he slumped his shoulders, drooping in front of you like a sad balloon. You watched him warily as he raised a hand to pet between the dogs’ ears. 

“Oh, f’er fucks sake,” he groaned, scratching the little fella on the neck. “Wha’s ‘is name, then?”

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Broadchurch Masterlist

Alec Hardy:

Hate is a strong word - In which Alec hates everything and everyone, so why exactly does he care how you feel?

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Better Already

Pairing: Alec Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 1028

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“Y/N!” Alec bellowed when he saw the glint of a knife in the hand of the man you were questioning, but you couldn’t see it since the man had it hidden behind his back.

You had just turned to see what Alec was hollering about when the man seized the opportunity to attack while you were distracted. With an aggressive upward swipe, he buried the blade into your abdomen.

“NO!” Alec screamed as he watched the man twist the blade and then yank it out of you.

Alec wanted to run to your aid so badly, but he was frozen in horror and forced to watch helplessly as your knees buckled.

Before you could completely collapse, your attacker held you upright long enough to whisper something in your ear before he roughly shoved you to the ground. You landed hard on your back but rolled to your side and curled in on yourself as the pain rippled through you.

It was at this point that Alec unrooted himself from his spot and started sprinting towards you.

“After him!” Alec yelled at the uniformed officers who had come running from around the corner when they heard the commotion, “and someone call a bloody ambulance!”

The officers took off in pursuit of the suspect, one of them while calling for an ambulance over their radio, and Alec continued to sprint towards you.

“Hang on,” Alec whispered after he slid to a stop beside you on his knees, and rolled you onto your back, “Hang on, love. You’re going to be alright.”

“Alec,” you coughed weakly.

“Shh,” Alec shushed you repeatedly, as he peeled off his jacket and then hastily balled it up, “I’ve got you. You’re going to be fine.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t even,” you tried to grit out, but you couldn’t focus through all of the pain clouding your mind.

“It’s not your fault,” Alec tried to reassure you as he pressed the wadded up jacket onto the wound.

The scream that action elicited from you broke Alec’s heart, but he knew he couldn’t stop.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Alec apologized, “but I’ve got to stop the bleeding. Just hang on. Help’s on the way.”

“Alec,” you muttered weakly.

“Stay with me, darlin’,” Alec said, “You’ve got to stay awake.”

“I love you,” you slurred softly before your head bobbed to the side and you fell unconscious.

“No, no, no,” Alec started to panic, “Come on, love, don’t do this to me.”

He reached up with one hand to cup your face while making sure to keep pressure with the other. He brushed your cheek lightly with his thumb before he moved his hand to check your pulse.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a pulse, it was weak, but it was there.

He maintained pressure on the wound until the paramedics arrived, and then he reluctantly stood aside to let them take over, his hands soaked with your blood.

When they got you on the stretcher and started loading you into the ambulance he stopped one of the medics and said, “I’m riding with you.”

“Sir, I’m not sure I-,” the paramedic started to protest but Alec cut him off.

“That’s my wife,” Alec informed the medic, “and I’m riding with her.”

“Alright, get in,” the medic allowed Alec in and then his partner shut the door behind them so they could get on the road.

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When you opened your eyes, you had to blink several times to adjust your eyes to the harsh hospital lights.

The first thing you noticed after your eyes adjusted, was your husband slumped over on the bed beside you. You shook your head slightly at the odd angle Alec had himself twisted into.

His bottom was planted in one of the awful hospital chairs, but he must have fallen asleep and ended up with his head resting on his arms on your bed.

Unfortunately for Alec, the hospital chair had slid out a bit, so he was stretched awkwardly.

You reached out to brush a few strands of hair from his face so you could get a good look at him. He always looked so peaceful when he was asleep.

“Hmpf,” Alec grunted as he woke up.

“Hello, sleeping beauty,” you teased lightly as he blinked the sleep from his eyes.

“You’re awake,” he smiled, “How are you feeling, love?”

“Like I got stabbed,” you deadpanned.

“Well, I’d say that’s pretty accurate,” Alec shook his head and chuckled a bit.

“Did you catch the guy?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Alec nodded, “They caught him a few blocks from where he attacked you.”

“Why’d he do it?” you frowned.

“Still won’t say,” Alec growled, “Little bastard hasn’t said a word since he was arrested.”

“Figures,” you sighed.

“I do have one question for you,” Alec frowned.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Right after he stabbed you, he whispered something in your ear,” Alec recalled, “What was it?”

“He said ‘this is for my brother,’” you said after a moment’s hesitation.

“Any idea what that meant?” Alec asked.

“No,” you replied quickly, which gave Alec pause but he decided not to push the subject just yet.

“We’ll figure it out,” Alec promised, “but first we’re gonna get you back on your feet, right?”

“Right,” you smiled tiredly.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay,” Alec reached out and fit his hand into yours.

“Well, I’d have to agree,” you joked, “I am pretty fond of staying alive.”

“Always so cheeky,” Alec shook his head but he was unable to hide his amusement.

“It’s part of my charm,” you smirked, “It’s why you love me so much.”

“Mhm,” Alec hummed as he gazed upon you lovingly, “and you’re humble, too.”

“Always,” you replied.

“Riight,” Alec said playfully.

“Oh, shut up,” you said, “and give me a kiss. I have just been stabbed you know.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alec acquiesced and pulled himself out of his chair so that he could press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I feel better already,” you smiled against his lips before Alec leaned back in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last.

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A/N: Just a little Broadchurch fic to clear my head a bit between requests. Hope you guys like it. ~M

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[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -" 

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

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