Not a Damsel 1a
anonymous
January 18 2011, 14:30:09 UTC
Same anon who asked the question above, I hope this is what you were looking for because as soon as I saw film noir this whole story just bubbled up.
Sunlight streamed into the small apartment. The golden morning light illuminated dust motes sailing through the air, stirred by the movement of sheets on the bed. It smelled like coffee, aged paper and cigarettes- and, Alfred noted to himself as he turned under the sheets, it was cold. He blinked, sky blue eyes blearily surveying the room. Everything was a blurred mess without his glasses. As Alfred wormed his way deeper into the heart of the bed where the heat had yet to be leached, he curled his hands over the second person lying in bed. Alfred gave a sleepy smile and tucked his cold toes into the crook of the other’s knees.
There was a muffled yelp and Alfred gave a small sleepy chuckle, lazily smiling as his lover turned his face out of a pillow to glare.
“That was completely unnecessary” Arthur muttered, meeting Alfred’s gaze with a frown.
Re: Not a Damsel 1b
anonymous
January 18 2011, 14:31:28 UTC
Arthur raised a prominent eyebrow, as he glanced at the young American. “I’ve been living here for six years. I would think that I’ve acclimatized by now.”
“Oh, so it’s just because you’re old.” Alfred had to duck as a pillow was quickly sent careening towards his head.
“Belt up.” Arthur finally got out of the bed, stretching lightly before glancing back down at his legs again. He sent a pointed look towards Alfred, who was searching for a tie in the small closet by the bed. “Eager last night, were we?”
Alfred looked up, a blue tie in hand as he gazed blankly at the question. “Huh?”
“You bruised my hip last night,” Arthur said. He walked over to the dresser to search for a shirt. “ Huh?” Alfred repeated, dropping the assortment of clothes onto the bed and came over to the smaller sandy haired man. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
Arthur shrugged, but smiled as two arms snaked their way around his waist, feeling hot breath puff against his collarbone. Alfred dipped his head and kissed Arthur’s neck and nuzzled his nose into the short
( ... )
Not a Damsel 1c/c
anonymous
January 18 2011, 14:34:23 UTC
Alfred chuckled and then poured more salt onto his food. “Yeah, well you never know. Maybe it’ll be important one day! Maybe you’ll have a burglar who reenacts old movies! Then what?” When Arthur snorted, he pointed his fork at him. “Anyway, how’s that story going?”
“Dreadful. It’s amazing how so many people’s mouths clam up at the sign of green or bodily harm.” The sandy haired man stabbed at his eggs forcefully. “you would think it was a murder rather than oddities missing.”
“Well yeah. People tend to do that, Artie.”
“It certainly doesn’t help me. And don’t call me that.”
Alfred smiled and then stood up, draining his coffee as he did so. “Well, I gotta scram or I’ll be late. And you don’t want to piss off Disney.” He reached for his grey suit jacket, and bent lower to kiss Arthur on the cheek. “No getting shot, stabbed, maimed, poisoned, punched, strangled or hit by cars. Okay?”
“You make it sound like being a reporter is a death trap.” Arthur folded up the paper and placed it on his lap.
Re: Not a Damsel 1c/c
anonymous
January 19 2011, 12:44:09 UTC
I love how, in AUs like this, Francis and Arhtur are always colleagues xD I lvoed their interaction! I also loved the morning after, it really felt like something between two people who have been together for some time. glad to know Al has some of that stregth still, too
I can't wait to see where you're going...at this point I don't even know who will kidnap who...I guess Al to Arthur! But still, great.
minor correction; Antonio wouldn't be "Carriedo", he'd be "Fernández". That's his first surname ;)
Not a Damsel 2a
anonymous
January 22 2011, 16:39:41 UTC
An un-lit cigarette was clenched between Alfred’s teeth as he looked down at the list of requests for a set design changes. Holding the folder in his hands, he flipped one of the pages over to check the signature before sighing and rolling his eyes slightly. He pulled the smoke from his mouth and put it into his pocket before giving a quick look around the set. Finally he caught sight of a familiar face, cupped his hands and hollered, “Toris!”
A green eyed man looked up from the frame he was working on, and placed the hammer down. Alfred quickly jogged over to him, waving the folder slightly in agitation. “Mr. Jones?” the smaller man questioned.
“You seen Ivan? The idiot decided to change the paint color of the buildings.” He snorted, tucking one hand into his pocket. “Red, can you believe it? Everyone knows brown shows up better in black and white.”
Toris shook his head, wiping his hands with a rag. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him all day. I could go look if you want.”
Alfred gave a smile, waving his hand. “It’s alright. No need to
( ... )
Not a Damsel 2b
anonymous
January 22 2011, 16:45:59 UTC
The assistant director just smiled. “I was thinking people wanted to see a little more red, da? And I have not seen Matthew Williams for a few days so it is my decision to make…and I do not like that wall there.”
“Well we have to have that wall there. The studio said so. It acts as a noise buffer to the place next door.” Alfred pulled out another cigarette, but did nothing but keep it between his lips. “You may push Matthew around, but I’d like to see you calling ones on the big shots. ‘Sides, moving that wall would make us at least two days behind in production!”
Ivan folded his hands and leaned back in his chair, looking away from Alfred in a sign of dismissal. “Then I suppose you should get working on it. And don’t worry about what anyone else will say. I want that wall moved.”
Alfred stared at the burly man for all of two seconds before mouthing a cuss and storming out of the room. He gummed his cigarette furiously in agitation and headed back to the main stage to announce that they would have to be moving a huge freaking wall
( ... )
Not a Damsel 2c
anonymous
January 22 2011, 16:47:51 UTC
Arthur stared at the two papers in front of him as he sat in the shadowy corner of a seedy bar. One was a yellowed torn up piece of paper that listed all the items that had disappeared this month. The other was a check. A very large check.
“And just what is this, my dear?” Arthur asked, looking up and across the table to where a beautiful Hungarian woman sat, her green eyes low and seductive while her lips twitched with a laugh.
Elizabeta tilted her head and took a sip of wine, crossing her legs. After lighting a cigarette between her red lips, she puffed out a stream of the silky grey smoke and pointed at Arthur. “I want to give you a chance. I do like you Arthur; you’re the only man I’ve met who can out drink me. “
“A chance for what? Arthur asked curiously, malachite eyes narrowing dangerously.
She pointed with the cigarette perched between her fingers. “That note is all the tings I’ve been help acquiring.”
“You have?” Arthur couldn’t help the incredulity in his voice. “And why would you be stealing all of this?” He leaned
( ... )
Not a Damsel 2d/d
anonymous
January 22 2011, 16:51:10 UTC
Alfred was sitting at his impromptu desk, feet up on the edge of the wood as he looked over the set design he was going to be working on tomorrow. The western he was excited for. Looking at a few pictures of a saloon he was supposed to replicate somewhat, he blue eyed man heard a knock at the door. He look up startled, blue eyes wide and then glanced at his watch. Shit. He was going to be late for dinner if he didn’t start getting on his way.
He glanced over the rim of his glasses at the man at his door. It was the white haired man he had seen earlier. Alfred began gathering his papers together. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“Yeah, Actually you can. There’s a problem with part of the set being taken down. I was told you would be the one to call.” The red eyed man looked agitated, as though he wanted to be doing something else.
“Can it wait until tomorrow?” Alfred muttered, snapping a case closed and putting it into a drawer.
Oh, cliffie. :D How I simultaneously love and hate them. You had me lulled into a false sense of security there; I thought Arthur would be the one to be kidnapped. Loving Elizabeta as a femme fatale, as well.
Re: Not a Damsel 2d/d
anonymous
January 24 2011, 06:09:32 UTC
I know next to nothing about the 50s or the Superman comics, and have only the vaguest idea about film noir but I so love the setting and atmosphere you created. I have to admit that when I read saw the fedora and everyone smoking, I kept thinking about the 1920s instead. :]
Anyway, I can't wait to see how Arthur is going to rescue Alfred.
Smut is great but not needed.
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Sunlight streamed into the small apartment. The golden morning light illuminated dust motes sailing through the air, stirred by the movement of sheets on the bed. It smelled like coffee, aged paper and cigarettes- and, Alfred noted to himself as he turned under the sheets, it was cold. He blinked, sky blue eyes blearily surveying the room. Everything was a blurred mess without his glasses. As Alfred wormed his way deeper into the heart of the bed where the heat had yet to be leached, he curled his hands over the second person lying in bed. Alfred gave a sleepy smile and tucked his cold toes into the crook of the other’s knees.
There was a muffled yelp and Alfred gave a small sleepy chuckle, lazily smiling as his lover turned his face out of a pillow to glare.
“That was completely unnecessary” Arthur muttered, meeting Alfred’s gaze with a frown.
The blue-eyed man continued to ( ... )
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Arthur raised a prominent eyebrow, as he glanced at the young American. “I’ve been living here for six years. I would think that I’ve acclimatized by now.”
“Oh, so it’s just because you’re old.” Alfred had to duck as a pillow was quickly sent careening towards his head.
“Belt up.” Arthur finally got out of the bed, stretching lightly before glancing back down at his legs again. He sent a pointed look towards Alfred, who was searching for a tie in the small closet by the bed. “Eager last night, were we?”
Alfred looked up, a blue tie in hand as he gazed blankly at the question. “Huh?”
“You bruised my hip last night,” Arthur said. He walked over to the dresser to search for a shirt.
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Huh?” Alfred repeated, dropping the assortment of clothes onto the bed and came over to the smaller sandy haired man. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
Arthur shrugged, but smiled as two arms snaked their way around his waist, feeling hot breath puff against his collarbone. Alfred dipped his head and kissed Arthur’s neck and nuzzled his nose into the short ( ... )
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Alfred chuckled and then poured more salt onto his food. “Yeah, well you never know. Maybe it’ll be important one day! Maybe you’ll have a burglar who reenacts old movies! Then what?” When Arthur snorted, he pointed his fork at him. “Anyway, how’s that story going?”
“Dreadful. It’s amazing how so many people’s mouths clam up at the sign of green or bodily harm.” The sandy haired man stabbed at his eggs forcefully. “you would think it was a murder rather than oddities missing.”
“Well yeah. People tend to do that, Artie.”
“It certainly doesn’t help me. And don’t call me that.”
Alfred smiled and then stood up, draining his coffee as he did so. “Well, I gotta scram or I’ll be late. And you don’t want to piss off Disney.” He reached for his grey suit jacket, and bent lower to kiss Arthur on the cheek. “No getting shot, stabbed, maimed, poisoned, punched, strangled or hit by cars. Okay?”
“You make it sound like being a reporter is a death trap.” Arthur folded up the paper and placed it on his lap.
Alfred winked, and dashed to get ( ... )
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Anxiously waiting the next update, anon.
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I lvoed their interaction! I also loved the morning after, it really felt like something between two people who have been together for some time. glad to know Al has some of that stregth still, too
I can't wait to see where you're going...at this point I don't even know who will kidnap who...I guess Al to Arthur! But still, great.
minor correction; Antonio wouldn't be "Carriedo", he'd be "Fernández". That's his first surname ;)
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An un-lit cigarette was clenched between Alfred’s teeth as he looked down at the list of requests for a set design changes. Holding the folder in his hands, he flipped one of the pages over to check the signature before sighing and rolling his eyes slightly. He pulled the smoke from his mouth and put it into his pocket before giving a quick look around the set. Finally he caught sight of a familiar face, cupped his hands and hollered, “Toris!”
A green eyed man looked up from the frame he was working on, and placed the hammer down. Alfred quickly jogged over to him, waving the folder slightly in agitation. “Mr. Jones?” the smaller man questioned.
“You seen Ivan? The idiot decided to change the paint color of the buildings.” He snorted, tucking one hand into his pocket. “Red, can you believe it? Everyone knows brown shows up better in black and white.”
Toris shook his head, wiping his hands with a rag. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him all day. I could go look if you want.”
Alfred gave a smile, waving his hand. “It’s alright. No need to ( ... )
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The assistant director just smiled. “I was thinking people wanted to see a little more red, da? And I have not seen Matthew Williams for a few days so it is my decision to make…and I do not like that wall there.”
“Well we have to have that wall there. The studio said so. It acts as a noise buffer to the place next door.” Alfred pulled out another cigarette, but did nothing but keep it between his lips. “You may push Matthew around, but I’d like to see you calling ones on the big shots. ‘Sides, moving that wall would make us at least two days behind in production!”
Ivan folded his hands and leaned back in his chair, looking away from Alfred in a sign of dismissal. “Then I suppose you should get working on it. And don’t worry about what anyone else will say. I want that wall moved.”
Alfred stared at the burly man for all of two seconds before mouthing a cuss and storming out of the room. He gummed his cigarette furiously in agitation and headed back to the main stage to announce that they would have to be moving a huge freaking wall ( ... )
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Arthur stared at the two papers in front of him as he sat in the shadowy corner of a seedy bar. One was a yellowed torn up piece of paper that listed all the items that had disappeared this month. The other was a check. A very large check.
“And just what is this, my dear?” Arthur asked, looking up and across the table to where a beautiful Hungarian woman sat, her green eyes low and seductive while her lips twitched with a laugh.
Elizabeta tilted her head and took a sip of wine, crossing her legs. After lighting a cigarette between her red lips, she puffed out a stream of the silky grey smoke and pointed at Arthur. “I want to give you a chance. I do like you Arthur; you’re the only man I’ve met who can out drink me. “
“A chance for what? Arthur asked curiously, malachite eyes narrowing dangerously.
She pointed with the cigarette perched between her fingers. “That note is all the tings I’ve been help acquiring.”
“You have?” Arthur couldn’t help the incredulity in his voice. “And why would you be stealing all of this?” He leaned ( ... )
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Alfred was sitting at his impromptu desk, feet up on the edge of the wood as he looked over the set design he was going to be working on tomorrow. The western he was excited for. Looking at a few pictures of a saloon he was supposed to replicate somewhat, he blue eyed man heard a knock at the door. He look up startled, blue eyes wide and then glanced at his watch. Shit. He was going to be late for dinner if he didn’t start getting on his way.
He glanced over the rim of his glasses at the man at his door. It was the white haired man he had seen earlier. Alfred began gathering his papers together. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“Yeah, Actually you can. There’s a problem with part of the set being taken down. I was told you would be the one to call.” The red eyed man looked agitated, as though he wanted to be doing something else.
“Can it wait until tomorrow?” Alfred muttered, snapping a case closed and putting it into a drawer.
“I think it would be best if you came now ( ... )
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Ó_Ò Is Alfred ok?!
Ò_Ó Argh, cliffhanger...
ÒoÓ Arthur, stop burning dinner and go save your beau from getting an acid bath!!
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Anyway, I can't wait to see how Arthur is going to rescue Alfred.
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