Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 17

The aftermath of the chaotic night left Y/N feeling more vulnerable than she had in a long time. She had barely slept, the events playing on a loop in her mind—Noir's silent protection, the brutal murder, and the chilling realization that she was in way over her head. 

The next morning, as she tried to go about her routine, Y/N received an unexpected message: a simple note slipped under her door at Vought Tower. It read, "Rooftop. Now." The handwriting was neat, almost too precise, and there was no signature, but she had a hunch about who had sent it.

Y/N took a deep breath and made her way up to the rooftop. The day was gray. When she pushed open the door, Maeve was already there, standing with her back to Y/N, gazing out over the city.

"So, you're not just a journalist, are you?" Maeve's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. She didn't turn around, letting the question hang in the air.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected Maeve to confront her so directly. She had been careful, methodical in her cover, but Maeve's instincts were sharp—sharper than Y/N had given her credit for.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Y/N replied, keeping her voice steady as she moved closer.

Maeve finally turned to face her, eyes narrowing as she studied Y/N. "Cut the crap. I've seen enough to know you're not who you say you are. Most 'journalists' don't survive a night with Black Noir. Hell, most of the Seven don't survive pissing him off."

Y/N didn't respond immediately, her mind racing. This wasn't a situation she could bluff her way out of. Maeve was too smart for that, and too dangerous.

"You don't have to tell me everything," Maeve continued, stepping closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But if you're here for the same reason I think you are, we might be able to help each other."

Y/N's eyes widened slightly. "Help each other?"

Maeve crossed her arms, leaning against the rooftop railing. "I've been looking for a way out, a way to take Homelander down for good. But I can't do it alone. I've tried before, and it almost got me killed." Her expression softened, a rare vulnerability showing through. "If you're here to take down Vought or Homelander, then we're on the same side."

The offer hung in the air, heavy with implications. Y/N considered her options. Maeve was strong, powerful, and she had insider knowledge that could be invaluable. But she was also dangerous—she had just shown how ruthless she could be with Noir.

"Why should I trust you?" Y/N finally asked, meeting Maeve's gaze.

"Because you don't have a choice," Maeve replied bluntly. "You're good, but you're not invincible. Noir is already suspicious, and it's only a matter of time before he figures out who you really are. And when that happens, he won't hesitate to take you out."

Y/N swallowed hard. She knew Maeve was right. Noir had been watching her more closely, his behavior shifting from mere curiosity to something more intense, more calculated.

"But there's something you need to know," Maeve continued, her voice softening just a fraction. "Noir... he's not like the others. He's loyal to Vought, sure, but there's something else going on with him. He's... drawn to you. I don't know why, but it's clear he's not just following orders when it comes to you."

Y/N looked away, processing Maeve's words. She had noticed it too—Noir's behavior had become increasingly erratic, torn between his duty and whatever was pulling him toward her. It made him unpredictable, and unpredictability was dangerous.

"So, what's your plan?" Y/N asked, finally turning back to Maeve.

Maeve smiled, a fierce determination in her eyes. "First, we gather everything we can on Homelander—every dirty secret, every skeleton in the closet, including everything I know. And then we find a way to expose him, to make him fall from grace in a way he can't recover from."

"And Noir?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Maeve hesitated, a shadow crossing her face. "Noir... he's a wild card. We need to be careful. He might be protecting you now, but if he figures out who you really are, he could just as easily turn on you. And if that happens, even I might not be able to help you."

The warning hung heavy in the air. Y/N nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. She was walking a fine line, and one wrong step could mean her end.

"Alright," Y/N said, resolve hardening in her voice. "I'm in."

Maeve smiled, the expression sharp and predatory. "Good. We're going to bring him."

As they finalized their plans, Y/N couldn't help but glance over her shoulder, half-expecting to see Noir lurking in the shadows. He wasn't there, she needed to be ready—for whatever side he chose.

A/N~ Quick filler chapter!!!