Film-Noir-AU

Aint That A Kick in the Head

Chapter 5 of The Curse of the Jade Monkey

The sound of a door slamming brought Fitz out of his fitful sleep. Grumbling, he looked at his watch. It was well past one in the morning, either too early or too late for anyone to be roaming about. He stood carefully, searching about him for something he could use to defend himself. All he could find was that heavy book with the suggestive cover. Shrugging, he picked it up. It would do. He slunk towards the front hallway and waited around the corner in the inky shadows. Whoever was there was rummaging in the front hall desk, and he was ready for them.

Suddenly, the lights switched on, nearly blinding him.

Simmons?!” He would have screamed with fright if he’d been able to direct air through his lungs.

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Companion Song: Aint That A Kick in the Head by Dean Martin

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Big thanks again to @unbreakablejemmasimmons for beta-ing!

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Nights at the Trader’s

A Film Noir AU fanfiction featuring Hardy as the hard-boiled detective and Hannah as the mysterious femme fatale.

London 1951

Hardy has recently moved to the city and is staying at The Trader’s Inn, a seedy hotel on the bad side of town. He’s by-the-book and prides himself on being more upstanding than most of his colleagues. Until Duncan Atwood approaches him with an interesting offer: his mistress, Hannah Baxter, has gone missing, and he’s willing to pay the DI a lot of money in exchange for his collaboration and discretion. With the help of his resourceful secretary, Mrs. Miller, he will uncover truths that threaten his own secrets.

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1940s slang

Gas - either a good time or something that was really funny
Pass the buck – pass responsibility for
Above my pay grade – don’t ask me
Killer-diller – good stuff
Fat-head – stupid or foolish person
Chrome-dome – word for a bald headed man
Eager beaver – enthusiastic helper
Fuddy-Duddy – old-fashioned person
Dope – Back in the 1940s this word meant information, however now it is another word for drugs.
Drop – This word meant to kill.
Geezer – This word was a derogatory term for an older person.
Bum rap – This referred to a false accusation.
Bust your chops – This phrase was basically meant as a scolding, maybe to yell, but not to literally hit someone.
Broad- a woman

Carry a Torch – to have a crush on someone
Cat’s Meow – something splendid or stylish; The best or greatest, wonderful
Dame- a woman
Gams – a woman’s legs
Grandstand – to show off
Applesauce – an expletive; same as horsefeathers, As in “Ah applesauce!
Jalopy – old car
Joint – a club, usually selling alcohol
Keen – attractive or appealing
Kisser – mouth
Line – insincere flattery
Stuck On – having a crush on
Swanky – ritzy
Swell- wonderful
Wise guy- a smart ass
Scram – ask someone to leave immediately
Gussy-to smarten up or dress up
outfit Military unit, a term with cowboy origins.
bad news- trouble
can- jail
ease up- calm down
get a load of that- look at that
hitch- to get married
hotshot- expert
in my book- in my opinion
patsy- scapegoat
pull - influence
paw- hand, as in “paws off!”
crummy - rotten, no good
wolf- aggressively forward man
get lost!
knucklehead
baby
beat- exhausted
dang it!
Fall Guy - Victim of a frame
what a peach - referring to a sweet, charming, nice young woman
Buck up - cheer up, stiffen your spine

anonymous asked:

Steggy film noir AU (bonus: skinny!steve)

Ohhh good one!

  • Peggy Carter was a disgraced federal agent, too willing to do whatever was necessary to get the job done. She made a name for herself in all the wrong circles, and after her fall from grace, she became the fixer, the woman who would find the person who couldn’t be found, catch the person who couldn’t be caught, destroy the person who couldn’t be destroyed.
  • Steve Rogers was an artist who was loved by all but known by few. When his best friend James “Bucky” Barnes went missing after weeks of muttering strange names in his sleep and late night meetings with shady figures, he knew that the regular authorities would not be his allies in his attempts to find his best friend.
  • Peggy was halfway through a bottle of whiskey when the slight blond man with power behind his gaze strode into her office, lip bleeding and one eye almost swollen shut. He threw a file down on her desk (narrowly missing the now useless badge she had stolen on her way out from the agency) and said two words that made the room spin (and not because of the whiskey): “Red Skull.”
  • The file, according to Steve, had been obtained by him from some less than morally upright members of the police force, and he wanted to hire Peggy to help him find Bucky and retrieve him from the hold of the man who had ruined Peggy’s life, killed her brother, and engineered her expulsion from the job and the world in which she had thrived. (She said yes, because how could she not take this chance for vengeance)
  • Their search took two years and 1200 cups of coffee, late-night meetings in back alleys and early-morning discussions on a bench three blocks from Peggy’s flat. Even as they became consumed with ending the reign of the Red Skull, Peggy found herself sitting close enough to Steve that their thighs touched, and Steve found himself looking for excuses to touch her forearm, her brown curls, her cheek. 
  • She thought she lost him in their grand attempt to destroy the Red Skull and save Bucky from his clutches, and the dancing date they had foolishly made before infiltrating his stronghold hung heavy on her heart for eighteen months, until Steve showed up at her door, a foot taller and towing a man with a metal arm behind him, telling stories of serums and winter fortresses and a too-long sleep
  • (Every time they danced, in clubs and their flat and on a picnic at the park, he stepped on her feet. But that was okay, because she stepped on his too)

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Fic teaser:

London, 1951

There are two types of people who come to the Trader’s: those who pay by the hour and those who pay by the month. The first type hide their faces behind wide-brimmed hats and upturned coat collars. The second type knows no one cares about their identity. They are invisible, forgotten. Pariahs wearing their scars like badges of honour.

Hardy had never imagined he’d be one of them.

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Characters: Alec Hardy x Hannah Baxter ; Ellie Miller, Paul Coates, Ben, Bambi, Duncan. 

Genre: Film Noir AU; Broadchurch x Secret diary of a call girl xover

Rating: Adult

Summary: London, 1951. Hardy has recently moved to the city and is staying at The Trader’s Inn, a seedy hotel on the bad side of town. He’s a by-the-book cop and prides himself on being more upstanding than most of his colleagues. Until Duncan approaches him with an interesting offer: his mistress, Hannah, has gone missing, and he’s willing to pay the DI a lot of money in exchange for his collaboration and discretion. With the help of his resourceful secretary, Mrs. Miller, he will uncover truths that threaten his own secrets.

TW: lots of smoking and drinking (as per the genre)

A/N: Duncan was Hannah’s editor and boyfriend, he was played by James D’Arcy

Many thanks to the brilliant fadewithfury for the beta.

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June 1951

London. What a city for Detective Inspector Alec Hardy to waste away the rest of his days, solving petty crimes and drinking too much. He enjoyed its rudeness and its anonymity. He liked the way it had rebuilt itself after the war, a brand new London, but its scars still shone.

His eyes unfocused, and he caught his own reflection on the glass pane: unkempt hair, stubbly cheeks and sunken eyes. What a sight.

A sharp whistle caught his attention, and he looked down at a group of bobbies on the sidewalk. They were having a smoke and cat-calling women passing by. A strong blast of wind ruffled the ladies’ dresses, and they looked up as the sky resonated with ominous thunder. Pedestrians ran amok, seeking shelter before the storm broke. Lightening flashed, a brief warning before the rain.

In another office, someone had left the radio on. The staccato of fat drops against glass complimented the melody weaving its way through the empty second floor of the police station.

Hardy’s eyes darted to the drawer where he kept a flask of whisky— Glengoyne, from his hometown— but he decided against it.

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Little doodle of Desire in the upcoming Film Noir AU. Olwyn might be a sultry lounge singer, but Desire’s a squishy, strong riveter.

“We can do it!” and by “do it” Desire obviously means “kill Falon’din”.

Strange Magic - Bog and Bullets

“How does a dame like you end up in work like this?” he asked. 

He dragged the cigarette from his lips, like kissing a lover goodbye. The smoke flew out of his nostrils, a living dragon before my very eyes. 

“Simple.” I told him. 

Smokey hands curled around my throat, I only hoped that he didn’t have any plans to do the same. This was Boggart King, Underboss of the King Family. Hell, he may be the Boss now, what with his father being bumped off. 

“I like crimes and bullets.”


A Film Noir AU in which Marianne is the private eye. 

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 I’ve seen a lot of people posting Dragon Age film noir AU stuff recently… I fell in love with that idea so I doodled this really quickly in class. Used a reference but can’t remember where I found it, sorry

My inquisitor Elia as some sort of femme fatale chain smoking in a bar. Because reasons. :3

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Characters: Alec Hardy x Hannah Baxter ; Ellie Miller, Paul Coates, Ben, Bambi, Duncan.

Rating: Adult

Summary: Film Noir AU

London, 1951. Hardy has recently moved to the city and is staying at The Trader’s Inn, a seedy hotel on the bad side of town. As a cop, he’s a by-the-book and prides himself on being more upstanding than most of his colleagues. Until Duncan approaches him with an interesting offer: his mistress, Hannah, has gone missing, and he’s willing to pay the DI a lot of money in exchange for his collaboration and discretion. With the help of his resourceful secretary, Mrs. Miller, he will uncover truths that threaten his own secrets.

Many thanks to the brilliant fadewithfury for the beta. Check out the amazing art she made for this fic :D

Previous chapters here or on Ff.net or on  Ao3

Hours after Duncan had left, Hardy was still mulling this over. He seemed desperate to find Ms. Baxter. Could it be that he was really in love with her? Or was there more to this story?

 Hardy groaned and drew a big question mark in his notepad. It was time to go. As he picked up the envelope full of cash Duncan had left, he thought he couldn’t wait to get to the Trader’s and tell Belle about all of this.


Hardy decided he could spare the money for a cab, he was really eager to get to the Trader’s and invite Belle on a holiday with him. He drummed his fingers on the seat for the whole run, except for the few times he patted the envelope full of cash resting heavily in his inner jacket pocket.

When he arrived at the decaying building he now called home, he headed straight for the lift, slamming the rusty gate shut and repeatedly pressing the fifth floor button. He walked past his room to knock on the next door, Belle’s. No answer. He called her name and knocked again, to no avail.

Alec grunted in frustration and went back to the ground floor, taking the stairs two at a time— he was too impatient to wait for the lift. Truth be told, he was concerned he’d lose his nerves if he didn’t get to speak to her right away.

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Olwyn glances out at the stage from behind the curtains and pauses.

She’s here again. Front row and center, dressed to the nines in crimson with lips to match.

Took a break from writing the prologue for the Film Noir AU to draw some mafia boss Mythal. Also the more I draw her, the more I am convinced your theory is correct, @feynites. Mythal and Cullen are definitely the same person. Look at the fur!

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Characters: Alec Hardy x Hannah Baxter ; Ellie Miller, Paul Coates, Ben, Bambi, Duncan.

Rating: Adult

Summary: Film Noir AU

London, 1951. Hardy has recently moved to the city and is staying at The Trader’s Inn, a seedy hotel on the bad side of town. He’s a by-the-book cop and prides himself on being more upstanding than most of his colleagues. Until Duncan approaches him with an interesting offer: his mistress, Hannah, has gone missing, and he’s willing to pay the DI a lot of money in exchange for his collaboration and discretion. With the help of his resourceful secretary, Mrs. Miller, he will uncover truths that threaten his own secrets.

Many thanks to the brilliant fadewithfury for the beta. Check out the amazing art she made for this fic :D

Previous chapters here or on Ff.net or on  Ao3

Hardy had to play his cards right if he wanted to win. He’d decided to take on Duncan Atwood’s offer to find Hannah Baxter, his employee— or whatever she was to him— and to keep it off the records in exchange for money. However, he didn’t want to seem too eager, if he went to Duncan, he would lose the upper hand in the negotiation. He had to wait for Duncan to come back and ask again. After all, the journalist had said “see you soon” before leaving yesterday.

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1940s drinks

Note that cocktails from the 1930s and ‘40s were predominantly based on gin, rum, brandy or whiskey - vodka did not make an appearance (in American cocktails) until the 1950s.

  • Gimlet
  • Whiskey sour
  • Manhattan
  • Martini
  • Sidecar
  • Tom Collins
  • Gin rickey
  • Old fashioned
  • Mint julep
  • Mojito
  • Scotch & soda
  • Rye whiskey (straight, out of the bottle)
  • Sherry flip

Resources:
http://www.gourmet.com/recipes/cocktails/1940s/index/classic_cocktail_recipes_1940s

A Tough Case (film noir AU, closed)

@bones-of-the-reach
New York, 1947
The bar was crowded, far too crowded for anyone to be able to find her. And for once, that was a bad thing. She finished her glass of whiskey, grabbed her hat and coat, and walked out.
Standing just beside the door, she lit her cigarette and waited. Now that she was out in the open, it would be impossible to miss her.

Cold threads-Film Noir AU for Regis and Geralt

Note: This is a little idea I have for a while to do a film noir Sherlock thing,because they fit that image in my head to be a Sherlock and Watson thing-and I kinda use the mayors murder on the DLC-it is a little dialogue heavy which is different from me. Hope you guys loved it :)

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Characters: Alec Hardy x Hannah Baxter ; Ellie Miller, Paul Coates, Ben, Bambi, Duncan.

Rating: Adult

Summary: Film Noir AU

London, 1951. Hardy has recently moved to the city and is staying at The Trader’s Inn, a seedy hotel on the bad side of town. As a cop, he’s by-the-book and prides himself on being more upstanding than most of his colleagues. Until Duncan approaches him with an interesting offer: his mistress, Hannah, has gone missing, and he’s willing to pay the DI a lot of money in exchange for his collaboration and discretion. With the help of his resourceful secretary, Mrs. Miller, he will uncover truths that threaten his own secrets.

Many thanks to the fantabulous fadewithfury for the beta (all mistakes are mine).

Previous chapters here or on Ff.net or on  Ao3

Previously:

“Reverend Coates? Alec Hardy. You said you would help me if I asked.”

Hardy slowly made his way towards St. Anne’s church, taking detours in case he was still followed. His knee throbbed. Adrenaline still coursed through his body. He was on edge, startled by every noise. Every person walking behind him was a potential threat.

It would have been easier to take a cab, but the traffic had stopped because of the heavy fog—a pea-souper as the locals called it because of its colour and texture. Tomorrow, bodies would be fished out of the Thames, people who’d fell into the murky waters, accidentally or otherwise. It made it hard to breathe too. Whenever he saw children coughing their lungs out and wheezing like geezers he was thankful that his daughter had stayed in Sandbrook where the air was cleaner.

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