Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 48

Late at night, Y/N tossed and turned in her bed, struggling to find sleep. She felt restless, like something was off. As she lay there, her eyes fluttered open, and for some reason, she felt the need to sit up.

Blinking in the darkness, her eyes scanned the room. That's when she saw it—a tall, shadowy figure standing in the doorway to her closet. Her heart skipped a beat, her mind jumping to all the worst conclusions in an instant. Was someone in her house? Had she been found?

But the figure didn't move like a stranger. It stepped forward, slowly, deliberately, and her initial fear began to melt away as she recognized him. Noir.

Y/N's tension eased as he walked closer, his large frame looming over her bed. She couldn't help but smile, her heart racing, but this time in excitement. She felt her muscles relax in his presence, a kind of comfort she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a long time.

Noir stopped at the side of her bed, his figure towering over her as she gazed up at him. He reached out, cupping her cheek with his gloved hand, his touch warm despite the material. Y/N closed her eyes, leaning into it, savoring the moment.

"I missed you," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible in the quiet of the night. The warmth of his hand was soothing, comforting her.

But then something felt off. She opened her eyes, expecting to see him standing there... but the room was empty. The bedside was bare, the figure gone.

She gasped, sitting up straight in her bed for real this time. The covers tangled around her legs as she tried to catch her breath, her heart pounding. She looked around her room, still dark and silent except for the faint sound of the wind outside. Noir wasn't there.

It was just a dream. A vivid, lifelike dream. She wiped at her eyes, surprised to feel tears. It had felt so real. Every detail, every feeling, the warmth of his touch... all of it lingered in her mind like a ghost.

Y/N stared at the empty space where she'd imagined him standing, feeling a hollowness settle deep in her chest. It was just a dream, but it felt like it was something more. Something she couldn't shake. The emptiness she tried to push away every day came rushing back, and all she could think was how much she wished it wasn't just in her head.

She buried her face in her hands, letting out a shaky breath. He wasn't coming back. And she needed to accept that. But as she lay back down, trying to calm her racing mind, the memory of the dream haunted her, keeping her wide awake until the morning light.

At Vought, Black Noir stood by the window, motionless, his gaze fixed on the city below. The rain drizzled against the glass, and despite the mask hiding his face, there was a tension about him. Something was off.

The door creaked open behind him, and in walked The Deep, looking around as if he had just stumbled upon something he wasn't supposed to. "Yo, bro, why the sad face?" The Deep joked, irony lacing his words because Noir, of course, always wore a mask.

Noir didn't react. He just stood there, silent as always, his back to The Deep.

The Deep strolled over, trying to break the awkwardness. "Look, I get it. You've been kinda... off these past few weeks, and I didn't really think much of it. But now? Now it all makes sense, dude." He pointed at Noir. "It's her, isn't it?"

Noir's posture tensed slightly but still no reaction.

The Deep smirked, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms. "You loved her, didn't you?"

That got a response. Noir's head turned, ever so slightly, just enough to acknowledge The Deep's words.

"Thought so." The Deep shrugged. "I mean, hey, man, I kinda figured something was up with you. You've been, like, nicer? Less... murdery? Especially with her around. Everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Honestly, I thought maybe you were just, I don't know, going soft or something. But now?" The Deep gave him a look, eyebrows raised. "Now I get it. You actually gave a shit about her."

Noir's hands clenched at his sides, his breathing slow and steady, but inside, everything was boiling.

The Deep wasn't done. He never knew when to stop. "I mean, wow, Noir, never thought I'd see the day. You? In love? It's kinda... sweet in a weird, messed-up way." He chuckled. "But I guess it explains why you were cool with, you know, fucking the traitor."

Noir's head snapped fully toward The Deep, eyes burning holes through the mask.

The Deep threw his hands up. "Whoa, hey, no offense, man! I get it! She's hot. And dangerous. Like... I don't know, a sexy spy or something. I get the appeal. Hell, I've been there, too—"

That was the last straw. Noir stormed past The Deep, not bothering to listen to his idiotic rambling anymore. His movements were fast, purposeful, and filled with frustration. He didn't have time for this. He needed to find her.

"Wait, where are you going?!" The Deep called after him. "Yo, bro, come on! We're having a conversation here!"

Noir didn't stop. He slammed the door behind him, leaving The Deep standing there, dumbfounded and more confused than ever.

In his mind, all Noir could think about was Y/N. He hadn't been able to get her out of his head since that night. The way she looked at him, the way she felt in his arms, her whispered words... I love you. It haunted him, gnawed at him every second. And now, after everything, after nearly killing her just to protect her from Homelander's wrath, he couldn't just let her disappear. He wasn't sure where she was, but he knew one thing for sure: he was going to find her.

He had to.

He couldn't live with the emptiness inside him any longer. It was as if a part of him had been ripped away when she left, and the thought of never seeing her again twisted his insides in ways he didn't think possible.

Noir moved through the halls of Vought with a new determination, his mind racing. He needed to figure out where she'd gone, how to track her down.

He pushed through the exit doors and out into the cold night, the rain hitting his suit in hard, steady drops. He had no plan, no solid lead, but he knew he couldn't let it end like this. She meant more to him than anyone ever had. He just hadn't fully realized it until now, when she was gone.

Her last words echoed in his mind: I love you.

It wasn't like him to be sentimental, but he couldn't ignore it. Despite everything, despite the chaos and danger that surrounded them, he loved her too, more than he ever should have. It wasn't just about the adrenaline or the thrill of the chase anymore. It was deeper than that. It was real.

He had to find her. He had to make sure she was safe, that she knew how he felt. He'd never be able to say the words, but he could show her. He just needed one more chance.

The rain came down harder as Noir slipped through the shadows, disappearing into the night, determined to do whatever it took to bring Y/N back into his life.

A/N~ Okay guys, this is like totally giving romance movie like wow, I really like this chapter, I wrote it for 2 days. LOL. Tried my best. Anyway I started school, it's gonna be a tough year gonna write my IGCSEs. GGs to me bro, BUT I will make sure to finish this book! Also I want to write a book about L Lawliet from Deathnote x Reader. Would anyone be intersted?

Love ya'll <3

-F