#noir detective au

[scun-gilli]

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Charlie reaches out to private investigator, Alastor, to help find her father who was kidnapped. Alastor teams up with his old pal Husk to find the toymaker he may or may not have grown fond of.

AKA: A noir detective RadioApple fic featuring a rescue mission and a whole lot of pining.

[jopzer]

— you are my son. i’ve seen enough in you to know that you will make me proud.

for @merlinbingo i1; noir detective au

[scurvgirl]

Found in the Dark

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes of prostitution and exploitation, kidnapping

Mickey Milkovich is the best damn PI there is. He's stuck in the drudgery of day to day life, watching and finding and sleuthing, when one day everything changes when a new client walks into his office.

Written for Day 1 of AUgust 2023- Noir Detective! Thank you @gallavichthings for organizing this event!

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[flxrartsstuff]

I really can see him as a detective in some kind of noir movie, solving a murder case and saving you. But he is cold as ice of course, he won’t fall that easily for you. May be he’s drinking in some fancy bar or smoking in a dark alley.

This one I finished a while ago, last year I think and I thought I upload it here on tumblr as well. Please give credit if you use it and do not claim it as yours ✌🏻

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[kathaynesart]

It is time! I'm so excited to get the chance to go toe to toe with one of my all time favorite AU's in the @tmntaucompetition, Empyrean Weeping by @cupcakeslushie ! EW!Donnie is just a treasure that must be protected. Luckily Replica Donnie is willing to take him under his wing. Since the theme for this round of the competition is 1940's I just had to do them as a pair of a film noir styled Private Eyes with Replica as the seasoned sleuth and EW as his new, young upstart of a partner. Just saying they would probably make a good team!

You can vote HERE!

[emzurl]

Please enjoy the full Detective Arc of the Miraculous Office AU (part 8) - a Felinette story!

🚫 DO NOT re-upload or re-post this video anywhere, thank you. 🚫

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This is a pre-reveal, undercover AU where Felix is Gabriel’s son and Chat Noir. In their university years, both Marinette and Felix are still working to take down Hawk Moth. They both find separate evidence linking Gabriel’s fashion company to Hawk Moth’s operation and decide to secretly go undercover in his company. Marinette lands a Production Assistant job while Felix asks his father for a position. Suspicious of Felix’s newfound interest in his company, Gabriel decides to hire a documentary crew to as a way to keep his son in check. This is the story as told through the documentary crew’s lens.

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Intro Arc (Part 1) | Butterfly Garden Arc (Part 2) | Enemy Arc (Part 3) | Allegra Arc (Part 4) | Reunion Arc (Part 5) | Separation Arc (Part 6) | Kid Mime Arc (Part 7)

[jube-art]

an art gift for @cordelia-noir ! becuase they wrote me a lovely fic !

Looking at his mark in the bright sunlight, he noticed for the first time that it wasn’t really black in the dull, non-glowing places. In direct sunlight, Charles could see that it was actually a deep, bottomless blue dotted with little flecks of white, like the night sky. Had it always been that way? Had he just never really looked at it in the light of day? Or was this new as well? Was his soulmate healing? Was that healing taking place in their soul reflected on Charles’ skin?

He felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

He was stupidly, selfishly happy that he was still here. That he lingered on and got to see this, the beauty of his soulmate’s soul cupped in Charles’ palm.

Carefully, he cradled his left palm close to his chest.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered as the first few tears broke free and slid down his cheeks. “I hope you know how much you’re loved.”

[cssandraa]

late post but!!

Undertale Yellow Noir AU is out!

feel free to ask questions about this au. If it gets enough recognition I might be able to expand on the au

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Homme Fatale

Noun. homme fatal (plural hommes fatals) An ultimately seductive and dangerous man; a womanizer.

On a bit of a Film Noir kick right now, so blame that

Imagine, if you will:

Danny, a private eye in Gotham, ever the hard boiled detective, sitting in his dark office, drinking coffee you could use to tar a roof. The office isn't in a good neighborhood but rent still ain't cheap. He's fixing to get a new case on his desk soon

Enter one Timothy Drake-Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprizes. He walked in shirt unbuttoned dangerously low in a suit sharp enough to cut yourself on and bags under his eyes to large to be counted as carry on. Mr. Drake has a job for him, one he wants to keep quite, and one important enough that he's willing to add a couple zeros to Danny's usual rate. This job is a dream come true... almost too good to be true...

or

Tim Drake aka Red Robin(yummm) needs plausible deniability on a case tied to his civilian identity and so hires a PI and lays down a trail of clues for him. All the while playing up the Noir tropes to flirt with the cute detective.

why doesn't he just take care of it as Red Robin? Shhhhh... the detective is cute and he's having too much fun playing the homme fatale

Bonus: Immediately after wrapping up Tim's case Kon walks into Danny's office dolled up in a vintage dress, period appropriate makeup done, all to play the part of the Femme Fatale and do the exact same thing Tim did. Does he know Tim literally just did that? Maybe, maybe not

[last-blueknight]

// Miraculous Detective AU //

Sabrina was a girl mentally isolated from teenage society who during the day pretended to have a normal life while at night she explored the dark streets of Paris with the aim of gathering information that would help her find the whereabouts of her father, Agent Roger Raincomprix.

An investigation that would lead her to discover a network of corruption that controlled the city from the shadows.

[deancaspinefest]

Where the Angels Walk

Author: LoversAntiquities | Artist: szlez

Posting on Monday March 17

Sam is missing, and the only person that Dean can think to run to—halfway across the country—is Castiel, a detective now employed by the Los Angeles Police Department. But Sam's disappearance isn't a result of him running off into the sunset, unlike Castiel thinks. Dean heads to Los Angeles on a hunch, hoping that Castiel can use his connections to find where Sam might be—only, the rot runs deep within the department, and what starts off as a garden variety break-in turns out to be something that if provoked, could get both Dean and Castiel killed, and end with Sam becoming the head of an organization neither of them even knew existed. But, how can Dean stop what feels inevitable before it even starts?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Looking at the wound, maybe Castiel was right—maybe he does need a hospital after all. Small caliber or not, Castiel bleeds like a faucet, and only after a good thirty minutes of continuous pressure and towels and numerous prayers to a god that may or may not exist, does Dean manage to stem the flow. After that—after that, he has no clue what to do.

“My—my old man got shot once,” Dean mentions after he returns from the motel parking lot, a first aid kit in hand. Castiel sits on the edge of his bed, shirtless, with blood staining the left half of his torso and down the leg of his slacks. Dean doesn’t look at him—tries hard to not look at him, but he can’t help but admire his build, the firmness of his core and biceps, his forearms. Two nickel-sized scars decorate his opposite shoulder, barely an inch between them and silvered from age. He aches to touch them, to see what they might feel like under the pad of his thumb.

Whether or not Castiel notices him staring, he doesn’t let it show. “How did it happen?”

Right, words. “He—someone was hunting on our land, once, least that’s what he said. I was a kid.” Dean sits on Castiel’s bad side and urges him to lift his legs onto the mattress and turn. With shaking hands, he pops open the kit in his lap, the contents half used, but still with enough gauze and bandages to make do for the time being. “Walked in, sat down at the table, wouldn't let my mom touch him. Said he could take care of it himself.” Blood drips; Dean dries the wound with a red-stained rag. “Almost lost his damn leg.”

Castiel hums, then sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.” Dean takes a few packages of gauze and a small tub of petroleum jelly from the box, setting the box aside. “You gonna let me in on your charade, now?”

Castiel straightens up, tensing under Dean’s hand as Dean covers the wound in a thin sheen of wax. “You should’ve taken me to the hospital.”

“I told you, no.” Dean barely holds back from jamming the gauze onto Castiel’s shoulder out of spite. Hurting him won’t solve his problems, and probably won’t get him any answers any faster. “Whoever shot you could be at any hospital in the city, waiting to finish the job. And if you’re dead, who’m I gonna bitch at?”

Low, Castiel lets out a noise Dean could almost call a laugh. “You’ll hate me.”

“Not telling me’s gonna make me hate you more.” He tapes down the gauze with two Band-aids and, the rest of his tools in hand, crawls around Castiel, coming to sit in front of him. Visibly reluctant, Castiel shifts around, letting Dean have access to the exit wound marring his shoulder, red and swollen and slightly larger than the entry hole. Dabbing away the excess blood, he asks, “You sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“It does,” Castiel says, biting back a whine, “but I’ve been shot before.” He wrings his hands in his lap, his knuckles white and scarred.

“Still doesn’t mean it don’t hurt.” Dean looks down at their thighs and the darker black of Castiel’s slacks, now crusting with blood. Should’ve gotten him to take his pants off. “Spill, now.”

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[hachikojesus]

Let's call it "Metta Holmes & Doctor Blooky" or whatever

@achillean-knight I tried to make Noir-dective-Mtt a lil bit more noir-ish(?) and then I jus' threw Napstablook in there, too😅👌👌

UPD: guess, I'll throw him in my setting with Killer Mtt, lol

Anyway, reblog if yall liked it

[starker-sorbet]

🪻Grape hyacinth🪻- symbolizes mystery and creativity

Private Detective partners Tony and Peter dealing with their latest case

[deconstructthesoup]

A few months back, I threw a couple concepts for a Dead Boy Detectives film noir AU... and, well, as I am using my free day to rewatch Mentopolis, I am in the mood.

So---

It's the early-to-mid 1930's, and Detective Edwin Payne, formerly of Scotland Yard, has moved to New York City after a spat with one of his coworkers led to him getting outed and fired. Joining him is his best friend since childhood, Charles Rowland, who came along not just to support Edwin and make sure he wouldn't be alone in a new city and new country, but to leave a life of working a shitty factory job behind. The two friends are attempting to make ends meet by starting up a P.I. business, but so far, it's pretty slow going. The only real work they've been able to get is marital disputes, and they can barely afford to keep their secretary, Niko, around... until a couple things come in at once.

Firstly, a pushy young reporter by the name of Crystal Palace---who everyone knows, as much as she tries to hide it and make an actual name for herself, is the daughter of a pair of incredibly famous Hollywood actors---starts coming by the office. At first, she's just visiting her friend at her new job, but as someone who wants to be an investigative journalist but is constantly being given puff, society pieces, she starts to get very interested in Edwin and Charles's work... and for some strange reason, she always seems to show up exactly where they're investigating, and she always seems to have some sort of information that nobody could possibly know.

Secondly, Edwin and Charles wind up getting their first big case, from an individual known only as "The Cat King---" a nightclub owner and gentleman thief, who hires them to solve the disappearance of a young man that he'd started doing some jobs with, who never gave out his real name but went by the moniker "Crow." Edwin and Charles both have a hard time trusting the Cat King, and Charles in particular is convinced that he's not telling the whole truth, but since even the 50% the Cat King paid up front is enough to pay their rent for months on end... well, they've got no other choice but to go chasing down alleyways, infiltrating speakeasies, and scoping out the most dangerous parts of the city to track down Crow. And as they get further and further into the case, they realized that they've opened up a can of worms involving one of the most powerful families in New York.

And... I think I'll leave it there for now ;)

[3zethe3zr]

Working on a stp au, so take the designs of the protagonists: two dysfunctional and amnesiac detectives and their equally dysfunctional amnesiac client! This surely can't go horribly wrong!

[frogskelton]

The detective: Noah

Noah: I didn’t think I’d see your face again round here.

???: Yes, well… I must cash in an old favour

Noah: A favour? For you? Forget it.

???: I’m sure I can get you to reconsider. After all, we used to friends back in the day.

Noah: Way back. Before I found out your little scheme… Alejandro