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old sketches for @amrv-5's looooovely fic goldengrove unleaving
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old sketches for @amrv-5's looooovely fic goldengrove unleaving
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Joyeux Noir, as promised!
Summary: “Anything close to the heart is risky.” One spring morning in 1952, Peg Hunnicutt walks into Hawkeye Pierce's office with one simple request: kill her husband.
Chapters: 1/10
Words: 3190
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Do you think she’s alone?” He looked at me with his lips pressed in a thin line. He was studying me; I don’t know what he saw, but he must have liked it fine. “No,” he finally said. “I don’t think she’s alone.” “You’re a special kind of husband, if you mind as little as you seem to,” I observed, and he laughed, a sharp, brittle thing. “You have no idea what kind of husband I am,” he said, and disappeared behind the frosted glass of the office door. He was right: I didn’t have any idea. But I knew I wanted to find out.
When Peg Hunnicutt disappears without a trace, BJ is the prime suspect. He enlists hardboiled Hawkeye Pierce to track her down and clear his name, but how can Hawkeye be sure he's as innocent as he seems?
My noirhawk fic is complete! 12th and final chapter now on AO3 :)))
someone help me. noirhawk who works really hard and like stays up all night planning and always works himself to the bone but when he turns up he appears to be breezing through life and solutions seemingly effortlessly fall into his lap vs bj who plays by all the rules but things keep slipping through his fingers!!! who thinks hawkeye has it easy while hawkeye thinks bj is the one who has it easy bc he has rules to follow??? or something???
i missed that noirhawk was on this list!! noirhawk snippet please 🥺🙏
approximately once a month I think about how badly I want to finish noirhawk.
And then my brain explodes.
I have... most of the rest of it plotted out, it's just that my brain quit on me 😔. ANYWAY! Noirhawk snippet 🙏🏻
“Want me to walk you out?” “Afraid I’ll get lost in the big modern hospital?” “Get out of here, would you?” Daniel claps him on the shoulder, before giving him an affectionate squeeze. “BJ, it’s been a pleasure. Next time, you’ll have to tell me what your name stands for.” “I’ll tell you right now for free: anything you want.” “Didn’t your mother’s hand get tired writing that on the birth certificate?” Daniel asks, shooting a significant look at Hawkeye. “I’ll leave the porchlight on for you, Ben.” “Yeah, yeah. Bye, Dad.”
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Chapter: 6/10
Summary: Hawkeye is used to calls in the middle of the night – as any surgeon is – but his heart still pounds when he jolts awake at the shrill sound of the telephone in the darkness like a scream in his ear.
Thank you all for reading... hope you enjoy the twists and turns in this one! 💜
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 7/12
Summary: The morning after… when everything is out in the open.
Thank you all for your continued readership, and happy new year! 💜🥳
noir ch. 2 snippet
do i do other things? yeag. will you hear about them? no.
“I really don’t think you’re calling the shots here.” She raises an eyebrow. “Oh really?” “Really.” “Oh, Dr. Pierce,” she crows, her voice ratcheting up in volume like someone has a hand on her dial. “That procedure sounds awfully risky-.” “Alright, alright, alright!” He thinks he sees a hint of a smile on her face as he sits in the chair across from hers, but it vanishes when he focuses his attention on her. Here, right in front of him, is the woman who’s tormented his every waking thought for weeks. “I have questions.” “You can ask three.” “Why three?” “Two now.” “You’re enjoying this,” he accuses. “We all have to get our laughs somewhere,” she says with a shrug, but fixes that razor-sharp look on him. “Three questions.” “And you’ll answer honestly?” “What do I have to lose?” “You don’t think I’m going to run to the police the minute I find out who you are?” “I’m a gambling woman,” she says, a little more breezily than before, tossing the copy of Popular Mechanics to the side before crossing her arms. “Besides, darling, that’s the idea of blackmail. My lips are sealed if yours are.” “Right. Sure.”