Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 18

The lounge was quiet, dimly lit and cozy. Y/N and Black Noir had ended up here almost by accident. A mix-up about meeting spots had left them alone in this space, and the silence between them was almost uncomfortable.

Y/N was reviewing some documents on her tablet, trying to focus on work to avoid the intense silence. Noir, seated on the opposite end of the couch, was equally preoccupied but his eyes occasionally flicked toward her. The proximity was palpable, and the atmosphere was thick with an awkward tension neither of them could ignore.

The door swung open, and The Deep strolled in with his usual annoying cool white guy persona. He froze mid-step, his eyes widening in exaggerated surprise. "Whoa, am I interrupting something?"

Y/N's head snapped up, her face turning bright red. "What?"

The Deep smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. "OH, Y/N remember that time you called Noir cute, it makes sense now,." He winked.

Y/N's eyes went wide with embarrassment and her cheeks turned red. "I didn't—what? No, that's not what I meant!"

Noir looked between The Deep and Y/N, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head slightly, a silent question in his gaze.

The Deep winked at Noir. "Looks like you two were having a moment."

"Seriously though," The Deep continued, leaning back and stretching his arms out casually, "I didn't know you two were so... close. Noir's usually pretty off-limits when it comes to this sort of thing. You must be a special to him."

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, trying to avoid Noir's intense gaze. The Deep's teasing only made the situation more awkward. He was doing that on purpose.

"So, what brings you here, Deep?" Y/N asked, trying to shift the focus.

"Oh, just came to see what's up," The Deep replied, still looking amused. "But it looks like I stumbled into something much more interesting."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She turned to The Deep, hoping to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness.

"Well, since you're here," she said with a forced cheerfulness, "how about we talk about something else? Maybe something that isn't about me or Noir?"

Y/N, took the opportunity to deflect the attention, added, "So, let's spin back to your embarrassing octopus girlfriend. I've heard some pretty wild stories about that."

The Deep's face flushed a bright red. "What? I—"

"I mean," Y/N continued, leaning in slightly with a teasing glint in her eye, "if we're talking about intense relationships, let's not forget about that octopus who—what was it again?—blew you? I think that's way more interesting."

The Deep's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Oh my God, seriously? Are you bringing that up now, that is not even true?"

"I think the pictures seemed pretty real." She chuckled.

"That was a deep fake made by petty Starlight fans." He scoffed.

"Isn't that what that bitch Stormfront said about her being a nazi and then the 'Deep fakes' ended up being real." Y/N looked him dead in the eye.

Noir, who had been observing the whole time, finally let out a low, rumbling chuckle. It was a rare sound, and it seemed to surprise both Y/N and The Deep.

As the conversation continued, The Deep's frustration grew. He shot a pointed look at Y/N before muttering under his breath, "You're a bitch, you know that?"

"Wasn't what you said when you desperately wanted to hook up with me." She smirked.

He stormed off, leaving Y/N and Noir alone in the lounge. The door slammed behind him with a finality that echoed in the room.

Y/N, shaking her head, chuckled as she watched The Deep's retreating figure. "Ugh, what a dick. Can't handle a little joke, I guess."

She turned to Noir, a wry smile on her face. "Sorry about that."

Noir, though, remained impassive. His expression didn't change, but he seemed to watch Y/N with a steady gaze. Surprisingly, he didn't seem bothered by The Deep's comments. In fact, little did Y/N know that he found it somewhat amusing. Instead, Noir's focus remained on Y/N, his intrigue piqued by her attitude and the way she handled the situation.

Y/N, oblivious to Noir's reaction, continued to smile. "Well, at least it's quieter now. You can't argue with that."

Noir, despite his silence, seemed more relaxed now, the earlier intensity having faded away. His eyes, though hidden behind his mask, held a trace of interest as he observed Y/N.

With The Deep gone, Y/N felt a bit more at ease. She leaned back in her chair, glancing at Noir. "So, what do you think? Better conversation now?"

Noir's gaze remained fixed on her.

Y/N, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, gave Noir a playful nudge. "Come on, lighten up."

Noir's slight nod was the only response, but it was enough to show he was still engaged. 

A/N~ Guys let's just pretend that Black Noir does not get killed by Homelander in season 3. </3 He is still alive and well!!!