#bert x cecil x alice

[bethanyactually]

💕 miss fisher’s murder mysteries

I knew someone was gonna send me this one (bless you!) and I knew I’d have an impossible time choosing one favorite. Phryne is the undisputed superhero of this series, and I love her SO MUCH. But my love is nearly as great for basically every single other character—Jack! Mac! Dot!! JANE. Dr. B! Bert! Cec! Aunt P! Even Hugh, despite how often his character is handed the idiot ball, is so precious to me.

That said, I have a huge soft spot for Cec. He’s a little bit of an underdog, in that doesn’t get quite as much attention and love from the fandom as Bert. It’s understandable, since Bert gets a few more storylines, and Cec is the straight man most of the time, and quieter and more laid-back. But almost the first thing we learn about Cec is that he has a habit of bringing home strays who need help, and before he’s really even spoken with Alice, he doesn’t want to leave her alone in the hospital so he sits vigil by her bedside. Cecil Yates is a kindhearted unflappable Hufflepuff with a beautiful singing voice and I bet he gives great hugs.

gif by @sheldonslog (x) 

I had a really hard time finding gifs of Cec and now I kind of want to request that someone make a gifset of him because I couldn’t find a single one of just him. So if any Miss Fisher gifmakers are reading this and feel inspired… :)

Thanks, Cecil! (Total coincidence, lol!)

send me 💕 + a fandom and i’ll tell you my favorite character!

[thereadersmuse]

Why was no one making a lick of bloody sense?!  

*Also posted on ff.net.

[thereadersmuse]

Why was no one making a lick of bloody sense?!

Also posted on ff.net.

[thereadersmuse]

Bert and Cec are so in tune. Even when they are furious at each other, they have each other’s back. It’s so effortless. So natural. They even fight in time with each other. No wonder Bert is feeling so threatened by Cec’s relationship with Alice. They are each other’s person in every way. 

[thereadersmuse]

bert/cec/alice ot3 y/n

I may or may not be considering writing a soulmate au for them. I neeeeeeeeed it.

[thereadersmuse]

The neat stack of clothes was folded on the bed when he closed the door quietly behind him. Standing out like a beacon he didn't understand. He stared at it. Forehead a bloody crevasse of frowns as he tried to work through it. But it was the same collection of thoughts that ran through his head. If he lived here, why were his clothes in another room? Where was the rest of his things? Why did it feel like this room was exactly what Alice had said before correcting herself?

A guest room.

And if it was, and if he really did live here, where did he normally sleep?

Why would-

His fists curled at this sides.

He didn't know.

But he was going to bloody find out.

[thereadersmuse]

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR WRITING RED RAGGERS OT3 FIC EVER AGAIN (AND I WILL ALWAYS MAKE GRABBY HANDS FOR MORE PHRACK TOO)

And for the flattery- a sneak peak for you, anon!

"We were so worried, Bert," Alice murmured, when he'd finished off his cup and was looking meaningfully at the teapot. "If we'd lost you...I-I can't think about it." She dashed tears. And not for the first time since he'd woken up, something itched in the back of his mind. He'd always had a nose for trouble and right now it was screamin'. "Steady on, love," he murmured, keeping his hands planted around the dinky little tea cup. Refusing to give them freedom to wander. Remembering the moment in the cab when she'd collapsed into him. Lax, trusting and over-warm in a way that immediately had his hackles up. He needed a damn gasper. Cec handed her his handkerchief. Looking so damn besotted he nearly tossed his cup against the wall. But it was the kiss the man pressed into her hair that finally broke him. "What the hell are you two on about?" he growled, confused and angry. Half at himself, half at them. Looking square at Cec as he spat out the last bit. "You've only just met her." All things considered, he wasn't prepared for the two of them going white on him. Shocked. Wordless. Eyes wide despite never once dropping each other's hands. He frowned. Irritation and discomfort rising. Cheeks hot for no reason he could figure. Itching with the desire to get level with them, but couldn't quite force himself into motion. Too damned tired to move his sorry ass as the sound of a car braking quickly issued from outside. Skidding on slick cobblestones.