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THE STORM - Part twenty-six

Fandom: The Boys (Amazon prime tv series)

Pairing: Black Noir x OC

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Boys, only my OC characters and certain pieces of au plot.

Comments, reviews, constructive criticism, and other requests are always more than welcome!

Deceiving all parties

Black Noir felt as though he were walking on air. Nothing could touch him or distract his thoughts of her. The evening before he’d allowed her to see behind the mask, to see behind the walls he’d spent his whole existence building. And she’d gazed at him with such intense emotion and something he could not put his finger on. But she saw something in his eyes, she saw something in him other than a cold-blooded killer. She didn’t flinch away from the web of scars that crossed the side of his face; instead, she lightly traced them with her finger, and her eyes didn’t hold pity but understanding.

Unfortunately, his mood was ruined as he crossed paths with Homelander upon reaching The Seven’s floor.

The caped man smiled wide, baring perfectly straight white teeth.

“Noir, there you are,” he spoke, lightly slapping the other man’s shoulder.

The man simply stared at him, but Homelander didn’t let it deter him.

“We’re going to have a meeting in fifteen minutes. You’re going to want to be there.”

Homelander said it casually, but the light tone was hiding a subtle edge. Noir only nodded before moving on. He’d be there, all right, so he’d know at what point the maniac was in his desperate hunt.

Homelander continued walking and finally called out, “Wouldn’t be a team meeting without you, Noir.”

He then took the elevator, mentally patting himself on the back for being such a responsible and caring leader.

Noir couldn’t help but clench his fists as he trudged back to his living quarters. With heavy steps, he slipped inside and let thoughts of Sarah soothe his rage.

[Fifteen minutes later]

In the conference room, four superheroes waited.

Black Noir watched them, observing their small quirks and tell-tale signs. Queen Maeve had her arms crossed tightly against her chest and her foot was lightly tapping against the floor. Beside her, Starlight sat with a straight back but made herself seem small. Her eyes were lowered to the table’s surface and they often darted off to the sides. It was guilt, and Noir filed it away for later use. Finally, he moved his attention to A-Train, who appeared to be royally pissed. He swung lightly from side to side in his swivel chair, deep in thought. Lips pursed, he stared at a point on the table before him.

Noir leaned back in his chair and clasped his fingers together.

Soon, Homelander barged through the doors as arrogant as ever. He didn’t spare a glance at any of his teammates and reached the head of the table with long, purposeful strides.

Noir gave a quick glance at the others, seeing both Queen Maeve and A-Train stiffen, bracing themselves. And, well, Starlight seemed to make herself even smaller: she was afraid. Like a dog about to be beat with a stick, she seemed to curl into herself, her eyes never lifting to look at Homelander. As if sensing Noir’s attention, her eyes darted to his and he found no regret. He wondered what she had done to warrant this fear of Homelander. Sure, he was a maniac, but he’d never seen her cower this way. Starlight clenched her teeth and lowered her eyes.

It was the smallest and most fleeting of details that were the most telling, and Noir had since learned to observe them.

“Everyone,” Homelander began, “we have a few talking points we need to cover today.”

He grasped the back of his chair, leaning against it.

“First of all, as you can see, the Deep is not with us today nor will he ever be back in this Tower, I suppose.” He fixed his gaze on the superheroes before him, gauging their reactions. “We are your teammates, Starlight,” he continued, “We are your family, and we support you,” he told her directly.

She slowly met his gaze and nodded.

Noir found it to be the most ungenuine exchange he’d ever seen. Family? Bitch, please.

Satisfied by her acknowledgement, Homelander proceeded, “The Deep has been assigned to…” he trailed off, “I don’t know, somewhere in Ohio.” Upon further thought, he added with a shrug, “Never liked him anyway.”

Noir had always found The Deep of slimy character and couldn’t care less. He wanted to know how the hunt for Marianna Stacker was proceeding.

Homelander moved onto the next point, “Secondly, it is with a heavy heart that I announce the retirement of a teammate,” he paused for dramatic effect, and Noir rolled his eyes. “A-Train will be leaving us shortly,” he shook his head. “His going-away party will be coming up in the next week.”

Noir let his gaze pass over A-Train once more, noting the tension in his shoulders. It obviously wasn’t a voluntary retirement.

Homelander went on, twisting the knife, “A-Train, you will be sorely missed.”

The speedster stilled and shot a murderous side-eye at the blonde man.

Noir thought the venomous look deserved an applause.

After a few moments of silence, Homelander cleared his throat and gave A-Train a meaningful look.

“If you’ll excuse us, I need to speak with my fellow teammates about confidential information.”

Immediately, A-Train scoffed, “I’m not retired yet—”

“You are,” Homelander cut in. “You are retired, and I will not ask you to leave twice.”

In disbelief, the runner stared at the serious man. Finally, he pushed himself out of his chair and stalked out of the room.

Homelander’s serious expression broke and gave way to a wide smile.

“There,” he sighed. “Now we can talk business.”

Still standing, he paced over to the windows.

He glanced over at Black Noir, “I trust that you’re working on Stacker’s location.”

The man nodded.

“Good,” Homelander nodded to himself scanning the city below him. “I was able to gain some information on this woman down in security…,” he trailed off as he spun away from the view. “She is tall and has straight, black hair so keep your eyes open for women who fit the description.”

Black Noir almost sputtered. That was all he had. He was so pompous and arrogant that he thought this information was a breakthrough, a step forward. Stupid bitch.

After his dramatic pause, Homelander continued, “Edgar, for some unknown reason, seems to think the company she works for Vought and security is looking through employee profiles for anything suspicious—"

Queen Maeve spoke up, “So what are we supposed to do.”

For a split second, Homelander seemed put off, not expecting the interruption.

“Like I said, keep your eyes open. They may not tell us everything but we’re the backbone of this place. We know she works here, within these very walls. Whether she runs or trips up, we will catch her.”

Black Noir couldn’t help the chant in his brain. Stupid, stupid star-spangled bitch.

Homelander gazed at them, mentally weighing his next question.

“Does anyone here know of an Adam Pieters?”

The superheroes looked at each other around the table and Maeve finally cleared her throat.

“Uhm, I don’t know much, but Vought wanted him to join the Seven a while ago. Supposedly his power lies in coding, computers, technology, and things like that. He sees patterns where others don’t.”

Homelander chuckled, “Doesn’t seem like much of a power to me.” Nevertheless, he contemplated her words. “Where is this man?”

“No one knows, really. He constantly changes identity and moves around. He didn’t want the government or the market to use his hacking ability.”

Homelander seemed surprised and maybe disgusted. Noir mentally snorted. That man couldn’t recognize a moral compass if it were spelled out for him. Now, Noir had been raised to act above a moral compass, but he could recognize what it meant to others even though he didn’t necessarily abide to one himself. And Noir had come to question it, while Homelander was not bothered by such doubts.

Queen Maeve concluded her thought, “Pieters declined Vought’s offer and disappeared.”

“Well,” Homelander chuckled, “They have a pretty good lead on him and they’re planning on bringing him in to track this Marianna Stacker and any potential accomplices.”

He scanned the room and finally decided, “We will get to him first and he will tell us who she is.”

Black Noir stared at him, realizing that, indeed, the man was like a dog with a bone. If he’d continued going at it alone, there would have been nothing to worry about. The man wasn’t particularly intelligent and only saw things through his narrow, arrogant point of view. But now, Noir was growing worried.

He could keep Sarah safe by shifting the suspicion onto other characters and making sure she stayed hidden in plain view. But Adam Pieters was a variable he could not control. All Vought or Homelander would have to do was get him seated in front of a computer or the server she had hacked. No, Adam Pieters had to go.

Homelander interrupted his thoughts.

“Meeting adjourned, I need to think.”

Everyone immediately stood and headed out the door. Starlight sighed in relief and Maeve barely contained her frustration, wishing she could knock the team-leader off his pedestal. Noir was wrapped in the thought of murdering a certain tech genius. They all silently went their separate ways.

[Late afternoon, Vought Tower]

Black Noir found himself, once again, taking the elevator up to the top floor.

Oddly, he didn’t feel the usual anticipation, the nervous energy that would build up before being assigned a new mission. No, he was on edge, barely hiding the tension.

Mr. Edgar was sharp and wouldn’t be as easily fooled as Homelander.

Stepping into the spacious office, the businessman barely lifted his head and beckoned him forward.

“Sit, Noir,” he spoke with a monotonous voice, eyes still glued to the document before him.

Once he’d finished reading it, he signed at the bottom and neatly filed it away in a drawer.

“So,” he drew out, folding his glasses and setting them on the desk, “How is your assignment proceeding?”

He slipped a blank paper and pen across the desk.

Noir quickly scribbled, Difficult. Not impossible.

Mr. Edgar watched him, almost as though he were scanning his thoughts. Noir sat stock-still, calm and collected.

“Right,” the man continued with his usual tone of voice. It was one of the man’s most peculiar aspects and let no emotion transpire. It was a deep, unwavering, monotonous voice that carried its message in a direct, clear, and unnegotiable manner. “It will not be easy. She has prepared for this and has probably been planning it for some time. She works here and is probably hiding in plain sight.”

Noir only nodded.

“Now, let’s discuss your new assignment. You,” Mr. Edgar spoke clearly, “are to stop Homelander from finding Pieters and intervening in our apprehension of Ms. Stacker.”

Immediately, Noir straightened in his seat, tilting his head only slightly to the right.

“Don’t be naïve,” Mr. Edgar clarified, “I have my ways of knowing these things and, while his speech was cute,” his eyes held a tinge of amusement, “I do not need him running around, putting holes into our operation.” He grew serious, “I will not have that overgrown child interfering with my plans.”

Mr. Edgar looked out the window before returning his attention to the hitman sat before him.

“Do you understand?”

Noir firmly nodded. He was pretty sure his boss didn’t mean for him to kill Pieters, but they did agree on keeping Homelander out of it.

“That’s good,” Mr. Edgar proceeded as though he’d given a choice and not an order. “And the girl.”

Noir perked up, suddenly unsure of what the man knew of Sarah Burns.

“I don’t mind you finding companionship,” the man fixed his gaze on him. “But if I find that she is a distraction or interferes with your work… she will be dealt with accordingly.”

At these words, Noir visibly tensed as dread churned in his stomach. He’d brought attention to her when she was supposed to blend in with everyone else. He cleared his throat, feeling himself grow hot. In the silent office, his mind ran through different scenarios. He could fool Homelander, but he wasn’t sure he could do the same with the cunning, ruthless man before him. He had channels, informers and observation skills that would focus on Sarah until he’d dug up her true backstory. Noir fidgeted slightly before stopping himself, knowing Mr. Edgar would catch onto the most minute insecurity.

He could deny any attachment, but that could warrant suspicion. No, the cat was out the bag and distancing himself or hiding their ties would only gather more attention. He didn’t always understand his boss’s ways, but he did know him to be persistent.

No, he would be open about it, as though there were nothing to hide.

He took the pen back into hand, She is my friend, but she will not interfere with my work

Mr. Edgar carefully watched him, “Is she important to you?”

Noir didn’t hesitate to nod.

“I see,” Mr. Edgar responded gathering another file of papers he had to read and sign. “You are dismissed,” he told Noir, slipping his glasses back on.

“Oh, and Noir,” he called out. “I’d love to meet this Sarah Burns. Bring her as your plus-one to A-Train’s retirement, would you? It’ll be in two weeks, on the twenty-first.”

It was formulated as a question, but Noir knew better.

He nodded and headed out the door.

Noir felt both awake and tired, knowing how deep of a hole he was digging for himself and Sarah. He had to play nice with Homelander but secretly stop him from using Pieters to find her. At the same time, he had to find a convincing lead and show Mr. Edgar he was working towards finding Stacker, even though he would actually be setting Vought off-course.

He sighed lightly and made his way back to his quarters.

[Five minutes later, Mr. Edgar’s office]

Mr. Edgar, who had begun flipping through papers, stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He gingerly placed the pile on the desk’s surface, taking his phone into hand.

It rang a mere two seconds before the other end picked up.

“Hello Jimmy, I want you to proceed with what we discussed. I want DNA testing to be a viable option should Pieters fall through.”

He listened in before confirming.

“Yes, Friday the twenty-first.”

The man on the other end of the line answered and fell silent.

“Excellent.”

Mr. Edgar concluded the call and fell deep into thought.

There was so much that needed to be dealt with as quickly and discreetly as possible.

Finally, he set his whirling thoughts aside and focused on the pile of papers in front of him, letting the silence of his office quiet his mind.

MASTERLIST

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THE STORM - Part twenty-five

Fandom: The Boys (Amazon prime tv series)

Pairing: Black Noir x OC

A/N: So sorry for the wait!!!! I'm back and ready to write! Here's part twenty-five, hope you enjoy✨ it's a bit of a fluffy/filler chap but it leads into the rest ;)

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Boys, only my OC characters and certain pieces of au plot. I don’t own “Thinkin bout you” by Frank Ocean.

Comments, reviews, constructive criticism, and other requests are always more than welcome!

I have your back

[Next morning]

Luckily, the next day was Saturday and Sarah rolled over in bed with a content sigh. Lengthening her arms out to her sides, she patted the bedding beneath her: she had fallen asleep on top of the comforter. Suddenly, the evening before came rushing back and she stilled, a barely contained smile stamped on her face.

He must’ve carried her to bed, she realized as she stood and stepped out into the hall.

She padded into the living room where she found Noir scrolling through her mp3 player.

He didn’t need much sleep to function and had soon grown restless. First, he’d skimmed through the books she’d salvaged from her bookcase; two were charred beyond recognition but he appreciated the rest of the book collection. Then, he’d made his way back to the stack of picture frames she had piled in a corner. There was the picture of her in Tokyo, which he marveled at tracing the lines of her face; a few other pictures displayed rolling landscapes and he wondered if she’d taken them herself; another picture of a desolated beach sat at the bottom.

Finally, he’d fixated on her mp3 player.

He knew of her fondness for music and quickly scanned her playlists: a mix of rap, 90s rnb, and alternative rock were oddly bunched together.

Noir slipped her earbuds in, settled back onto the couch and let Dr. Dre, Ludacris, and Frank Ocean keep him company in the early morning hours.

Time passed, and soon he heard Sarah moving in her room. He waited for her to come around the couch, gazing at her as she went. She smiled, seeing that he hadn’t slipped his mask or gloves back on.

She enjoyed seeing his expressions, the emotions that seemed to flash in his eyes. It was like being granted a glimpse into another dimension, a version of Noir no one else was privy to. It felt intimate, like another line of communication they shared.

Sarah was surprised to see him holding her mp3 and she leaned in, checking the screen. Noir inhaled her scent and tensed at her close proximity.

“Hey, Kendrick,” she approved, “that’s a good one, it always lifts my spirits, y’know.”

He looked at the screen, printing the title, Alright, into his memory.

To his surprise, she plopped down next to him, pulling her legs up to the side and leaning into his side. He tentatively reached behind her, gathering her closer. Sarah grabbed one of the earbuds dangling from the device and slipped it into her ear. Gently, she took the mp3 from his hands and flipped through her playlists. Finally, she settled on one song.

A tornado flew around my room before you came

Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain in

Southern California, much like Arizona

My eyes don't shed tears, but, boy, they bawl

She leaned into his side and let the mp3 fall back into his lap.

“One of my favorites,” she murmured, and he could avert the sleepiness in her voice. “Do you listen to music,” she asked.

He signed. A little.

Sarah glanced around for the notebook but assumed it had stayed in the kitchen. Too comfortable to go fetch it, she went with the alternative.

“Ok, I’ll go through some genres and you stop me when I hit the ones you like.”

With her close proximity, looking up at him through heavy eyelashes, he thought he’d do anything she asked. He knew he should feel concerned at the amount of trust he’d placed in her, the strong hold over him he’d allowed her to develop. But he’d chosen, and he felt liberated.

She was still waiting for an answer, and he simply pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Sarah settled her head back on his shoulder, “Hmm…,” she mused, “Let’s see, rap and rnb.”

He pinched his fingers close together. A little.

She continued, “How about pop,” small pause but no response, “Rock music? Punk?”

The woman sped through a few more choices, ranging from trap all the way to gospel. Finally, she ran out of options and paused, thinking of other music genres she hadn’t thought of. However, she was pulled from her train of thoughts as he brought one hand forward, his fingers dancing close to his knee.

She quickly caught on, “You play the piano?”

He squeezed her slightly against him, and she took it as confirmation.

“So, you listen to classical music, I assume.”

Noir nodded. It had always soothed him to play the piano. It was comforting to excel at something so delicate and precise, when those same fingers could destroy anything they touched. It reminded him of the control he was taught to maintain ever since he could walk.

Sarah covered his hand with her own, her warm skin tone touching his.

I'm lyin' down thinkin' 'bout you (Ooh, no, no, no)

I've been thinkin' 'bout you (You know, know, know)

I've been thinkin' 'bout you

Do you think about me still?

Do ya, do ya?

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)

'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever (Ooh, ooh)

“I’ve always loved music,” Sarah began, and Noir immediately focused on her voice. “It’s what I need in every situation. Sometimes it makes me feel strong, invulnerable…” she trailed off before clearing her throat. “Other times, I’m just detached from everything and I need it to remind me I feel, and I’m human.”

Noir brought his other hand over hers, trapping it between his.

In the early morning, cream colored light filtered through the curtains and lazily traced their features on the large couch. After being up for three days, Noir was starting to feel the pull of sleep. And with her softly leaning into him, the mp3 playing soft music between them, he felt at peace. Utterly detached from the world outside.

He gently moved her so he could rise from his seat, passing his ear bud back to her. Sarah’s eyes widened and she stayed silent waiting for his next move. He’d spent the night and she knew he probably needed to head back to the Tower. Still, she felt an odd tug in her chest, like a string tightening around her. She settled down on the couch, stretching her legs out. Propped up on one elbow, she pressed back into the soft material.

She was surprised, however, when he began to dismantle his suit. She looked away flustered when she caught a peak of his toned stomach. Finally, lifting her gaze from the carpet, she found him stripping the last part of his chest armor, revealing a grey shirt underneath. He set the armor and weapons on a chair in the corner and returned, the top half of his armor gone.

Sarah stayed quiet, watching him as he laid back on the couch, facing her. He finally looked at her and wondered how it was possible to find such comfort in another person. She smiled and let him slip an arm under her head, the other one tracing lines down her sweater-clad arm. They were so close, she thought he could read her mind.

With the soft, hazy morning light filtering through the window behind him, the man appeared angelic.

She whispered, “I’m going to make you a playlist,” she promised, slipping his earbud back in place. Noir felt a shiver down his spine at her touch and reveled in the feeling. “And one day, I’d like to hear you play the piano.”

He nodded and his fingers began to dance against her arm, as if he were playing right then and there. She smiled again and snuggled against him with a deep sigh. In the enclosed space between the couch’s backrest and Noir’s body, she felt warm and safe.

And at that moment, he too felt himself slowly drifting off to sleep in the morning light.

[A few hours later]

A few hours later, they finally woke up. While Sarah stretched, Noir quickly patched his armor back on and ducked into the kitchen where he gathered his gloves and mask. She watched him grab their notebook and jot a few words down.

I must go back

She nodded, understanding.

I will be back, he quickly added. He then mentally paused and wondered if that was a mistake. On the internet, he’d found multiple websites with dating tips where over-eagerness was something to avoid.

Sarah smiled at that, “You’re welcome to come over any time.”

He mentally sighed in relief. The silent man looked at her and reached forward to push a strand of curly hair behind her ear. She gazed at his pensive face and wished she could search his thoughts, understand what was bothering him.

He finally dropped his hand and took the pen back into hand.

Stay away from Homelander

Sarah stilled. She already knew to stay away from that man and avoid being noticed. She was supposed to blend in with everyone else. She already knew all of this and more, so why was he telling her this?

She frowned, “I know to be careful…” she trailed off. “Is something going on?”

He gazed at her for a long moment before cautiously answering.

He seems fascinated by you, she read. Underneath he added, Bad feeling

A shiver ran down her spine and she suddenly felt cold.

I will not let him hurt you.

She nodded more to herself than to Noir. They would need to accelerate the timing on her and Martha’s plan. They needed to finish before someone sensed what was going on. Before Homelander looked into her profile a little too closely.

Finally, she looked up at Noir and spoke with a hint of amusement, “You know I can hold my own, right?”

Believe me, I know, he wrote, and Sarah was surprised to see a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She laughed but quickly grew serious again and thanked him.

He had her back and she felt comfort in knowing it.

Noir slipped his dark, skull-like mask back on and quickly head out the back.

She watched him disappear and thought of his words. Her heart sighed at the idea of seeing him again, while her mind sharpened at the work ahead.

MASTERLIST

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The last chapter of The Storm...my Heart melted, for real. That sweet moment between them, omg. I cannot wait for their first kiss hahaha. The only negative thing was that It ended :_(

Aww thanks, believe me when I say my heart felt like it would burst as I was writing it 🤍🤍🤍

I'm glad you're enjoying it!!✨✨✨

#the boys amazon #black noir #the boys season 2 #fanfiction #black noir x oc #oc story #romance #the boys #the boys tv

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What happened this week? Are u ok? :(

Hi, I'm really really sorry guys, I should've let you know... I'm sick and not doing well at all :(

I've been to the doctor and he gave me some stuff so I should be feeling better in the next few days... I hope to have a new chapter out on Wednesday night!

Sorry for the wait, I'll have to find a way to make it up to you guys!

[I'M NOT GOING TO ABANDON THIS STORY I SWEAR]

#im sorry #im the worst #but ill be okay #i miss black noir #i miss you guys #i miss writing

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This

is it just me or is stan edgar lowkey daddy👀

#he on some king shit #the boys amazon #the boys show #the boys meme #stan edgar #the boys

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gypsydanger01 · 3 years

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I knew that Nathan was going to be under the mask of BN...and girl, I have to say it...I LOVE IT. You give us some hints before...and Nate is so Damn gorgeous...so tall, broad-shouldered, his ejes, his smile, his beautiful skin tone...Big fan of your choice :3

Yass I'm glad you like it!!!!! Nate is gorgeous, his eyes and smile are everything

#the boys #the boys amazon #black noir #nathan mitchell #the boys tv #the boys season 2 #fanfiction #oc story #black noir x oc

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THE STORM PART 24 IS OUT

And I guess that at this point it's only fair for me to reveal who I imagine as Black Noir...

Nathan Mitchell

Now I'd already seen Nathan in Supernatural, and I love his acting and personality!!

(I mean his bright personality is probably the opposite of Black Noir's silent/murderous demeanor but still)

Anyway THIS is the man I imagine under the mask 🤍🤍🤍

[P.S. Not sure what anyone was expecting but knowing that he plays the part, I truly can't replace him with anyone else]

Lmk what you think✨

MASTERLIST

#the boys #the boys tv #the boys amazon #black noir #the boys season 2 #fanfiction #oc story #black noir x oc #romance

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THE STORM - Part twenty-four

Fandom: The Boys (Amazon prime tv series)

Pairing: Black Noir x OC

A/N: Double update today because I feel like it🤍 VERY SOFT VERY FLUFFY

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Boys, only my OC characters and certain pieces of au plot.

Comments, reviews, constructive criticism, and other requests are always more than welcome!

I choose you

[Later that night]

That night, Black Noir patiently waited for Vought Headquarters to slowly drift to sleep. Once the building had gone silent and mostly everyone had left, the silent superhero made his departure and ventured into the night.

In front of Sarah’s house, concealed in shadows, he waited. He could hear her pacing inside, rap music playing in the background. And he imagined her form engulfed in a sweatshirt, hands wrapped in the ends of the sleeves. Her soft scent and dark hair. Her radiant smile and tired eyes.

He rounded the house and flipped over the fence. Walking with determination he found the backdoor left ajar; he pushed through, letting the warmth engulf him.

He found her in the living room where she was sweeping up debris from under the sofa.

Noir stood contemplating her amongst the wrecked furniture that once graced her living room. The blackened pillows, broken television screen and wobbling coffee table served as reminders of their fight and how they’d been at each other’s throats. Small holes littered the once pristine walls, and the ruined picture frames were stacked in a corner.

He picked one up and gazed at the serene woman in the picture. Although the glass in front of it was cracked, he could still see the happiness in her smile, the live energy in her eyes.

“Thanks for lunch,” her voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

She had yet to turn around as she finished sweeping, and Noir realized she must’ve known he was there the whole time.

She set the broom against the wall and turned to face him, arms awkwardly crossed in front of her chest. Her eyes caught the item in his hands.

“That was seven years ago, I went to Japan for my birthday.”

His eyes traced her in the photo, and the colorful city lights spilling across her face reminded him of their movie night together. In the dark, he’d been captivated by the way the television highlighted her features, first blue, then bright white, finally orange.

He nodded at the photo and delicately set the frame down, suddenly regretting how their fight had destroyed most of her home and belongings.

Sarah watched him, and he watched her, but there was no tension, no animosity left between them.

Finally, she switched her Dr. Dre playlist off.

“There’s cake left,” she began to fill the silence, “Would you like some?”

Noir simply turned and walked back into the kitchen where he pulled a chair out for her. Once she’d sat down, Sarah felt the ghost of his fingers over her hair as he moved away and went to sit on the other end.

Well, no cake then, she thought.

He produced a small notebook from a pocket across his chest and slipped a pen from his left boot. The one they usually used was at its last pages and Sarah wondered if he always carried an extra one on the off chance they met.

He signed, “New table,” and lightly knocked against the wooden surface.

Sarah nodded and kept herself from fidgeting.

“Why are you here,” she couldn’t help the question that slipped out. “I’m just confused,” she amended, “We fought, and now you know who I am, but you left me that note and bought me lunch, and—”

She paused when she saw him begin to scribble on the notepad.

You were right

She glanced at the page and leaned in.

“I was telling you the truth about why I’m doing this,” she licked her lips and while she could not tell, the man in front of her was immediately drawn to the small action. “I didn’t—I didn’t want to lie about my identity, but can you blame me? I thought you’d break me like a toothpick.”

He nodded, feeling something stirring within at the sight of her flushed state.

She leaned back in her chair, incredulous.

“So that’s it?”

Noir was surprised at her sudden outburst and brought his pen back to paper.

I do not condone hurting children

At that point, Sarah stopped and really looked at him, wishing she could look past his mask. She knew who he was and what his real job was; she knew he’d probably tortured and killed countless men. But he softened and was protective of children.

She needed to look him in the eyes and see what lied there. Would his eyes be emotionless and passive, or would she see passion, pain, and torment? As she watched him fidget under her gaze, she was reminded of his reaction upon learning that she too had been subjected to testing.

And then she remembered the light webbing of scars over his hands in the sink.

He added a few words. No more blind trust. He added, one-sided trust.

Sarah glanced at the page and was momentarily speechless at his confession.

“And do you trust me?”

He nodded. You are good. You want to help people.

The woman in front of him read the words and let them sink in. He was questioning his loyalty to Vought, she realized. Maybe, after years of blindingly carrying out Vought’s orders he’d grown tired of being left in the dark. Maybe, the fact that the test subjects were children had landed hard, hitting a sore spot within.

They will not find you

She watched him clench the pen, the point still against the page. She scanned him, noting the tension in his shoulders and the way his other hand pressed against the table’s surface. Homelander following her kept replaying in front of his eyes, like a broken record player. Homelander waiting to catch her alone, asking for her name and allowing her to call him John. Homelander acting so pleasant and personable was a disgusting façade, and Noir had felt the urge to knock him into a wall when he touched her.

And then the vicious cycle of thoughts and energy came to a halt. Her hand was small next to his as she lightly traced lines across his gloves.

He finished writing. Homelander will not hurt you

She gazed at him, and a feeling of safety wrapped around her like a warm blanket hugging her through the night.

“Thank you, Noir,” she replied softly, wincing at the crack in her voice.

He nodded, and the violence in his head subsided. At that moment, they were together and nothing else existed outside of that kitchen. Since the night at that gala, he’d fixated on her, but that obsession had morphed into something more, a connection that ran deeper than any label could define.

He scribbled one last message before setting the pen to the side.

I choose you

Yes, he’d chosen her. His loyalties had wavered, but he’d seen her pain when she explained her motives, the truth that shone in her magnetic eyes. His loyalties had wavered, but he’d found the damning evidence against Vought and now, he’d chosen Sarah Burns and Marianna Stacker combined. All that matter began and ended with her.

Sarah was lost in her own thoughts, still tracing patterns over his gloves.

She decided to press forward while they were enveloped in this bubble of air, far away from the rest of the world. First, she brought her hands up to the edge of his glove. Stopping at his wrist, she pushed at the sleeve and traced light circles onto his skin. Her eyes still trained on his, she slowly slipped the dark material from his fingers. His hand felt tense, but it slowly relaxed as she ran her fingertips over his knuckles.

And he let her.

Noir brought his other hand forward and slowly discarded the other glove.

She smiled softly at him and rose from her chair. He twisted in his chair to follow her, but she came to stand in the space between his legs. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and he automatically brought his hands to her waist.

“I trust you,” she softly spoke and felt his hands lightly squeeze her waist in response.

She continued, “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she whispered as her fingers ran against his mask’s edge. “You said you choose me,” she repeated his words. “Trust me.”

Noir stiffened for a moment, and it wasn’t distrust that gripped him but a deep-seated fear of her rejection. Finally, he nodded and pulled her closer to him.

Her scent was intoxicating and an unusual fear of losing her had his heart pounding against his chest.

She slowly slipped his mask up and off his face, setting it on the table.

Sarah drank in the sight of him and smiled, although her heart stopped at the light scars crossing one side of his face. He had sharp features and she was sure he’d gain quite a following if fans saw him. She lightly traced his scars before following the line of his nose. He wouldn’t meet her eyes until she called his attention, “Hey.”

It took a few seconds for him to finally look into her eyes. He was sitting with her standing between his legs, and yet his height made it so they were nearly on the same eyelevel.

Sarah had been wondering what she would find beneath the mask. Now, she saw fleeting emotions, such as fear, pain, desire, and an underlying adoration.

Under his intense gaze, she felt as though he truly saw her, as though they could truly communicate without saying a word.

Sarah pressed a soft kiss to the side of his head, and he held onto the sensation of having her so close.

He suddenly pulled her closer, taking her into his lap. Sarah blushed at the change in position, her heart beating faster. Her legs falling on either side of him, she looked at him and smiled.

Under the soft kitchen light, in the quiet of her home, she hugged him, letting her fingers trace patterns on the nape of his neck. The suit was hard against her chest, but she didn’t mind as he wrapped his arms around her. His fingers too searched for her in the folds of her sweatshirt, almost in an attempt to feel her under the oversized material.

He needed to make sure she truly was there and not a fiction of his mind. Then he suddenly stopped, not wanting to scare her. He settled for delicately holding her to his chest, still sitting at the kitchen table.

Sarah’s mind thought of their jobs, their conflicting missions. But at the moment, she enjoyed the embrace letting everything else fall away.

He’d chosen her.

She closed her eyes and whispered a reassuring, “We’re okay.”

And he lightly squeezed her waist in agreement.

[A while later]

They stayed that way for some time, melting into each other. He’d alternate between running his fingers over her hair and holding her close. At one point, they’d agreed on a way to communicate: she would speak, and he would tap once against her back if he agreed, or twice if he didn’t. After some time, she drifted to sleep.

Once her breathing had slowed, he gently rose to his feet. She couldn’t be comfortable against his suit, he imagined. And so, he slowly walked through the living room, turned out the lights and headed for her bedroom.

Setting her down on the soft bedding, he didn’t feel comfortable lying beside her without her permission. He craved being close to her, but ultimately stepped away. Returning from the living room, he gently covered her with the light blue blanket she often had wrapped around her shoulders.

Finally, he left her room and sat on the couch.

And there he stayed all night long.

In the silence, he was aware of every pin drop; he would protect the one good thing in his life, the one soul so closely intertwined with his own.

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Omg you are such an amazing writer! Like you’ve captured Homelander, Black Noir, Starlight (my sweet bby), and Sarah so well ugh you’re doing great hun never stop!!

Thanks dear!!!😘😘 I'm really enjoying writing this story and I've been trying hard to make it develop in a way that stays true to the characters even though it's an au fic!

I'm glad you're enjoying it!!

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Where is our beloved new chapter? :______(

Sorry for the wait, PART 23 has been posted!!

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THE STORM - Part twenty-three

Fandom: The Boys (Amazon prime tv series)

Pairing: Black Noir x OC

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Boys, only my OC characters and certain pieces of au plot.

Comments, reviews, constructive criticism, and other requests are always more than welcome!

Homelander’s radar

[Next day, Sarah’s house]

The young woman woke up early, ready to settle into her regular routine. Wash up, workout, take a shower, eat breakfast. She went through the motions with energy, but detachment: her mind was miles away, constantly recalling the contents of Noir’s note.

Friends

She’d stayed up reading the single word over and over again. And every time she’d put it down, she’d soon find herself reaching for it again. Maybe it was disbelief, mixed with hope and exhaustion, that could explain her moment of exhilaration.

She read the words and wondered if she truly had made her way into his life, if their bond could grow stronger than the one that tied him to Vought. The short moment they’d shared on the elevator had her confused on their standing, unsure on whether he meant harm or protection. But the note had been a breath of fresh air, like waking from a nightmare and finally sighing in relief.

Sarah pushed the thoughts aside and gathered her things, ready to walk out.

[Vought Headquarters]

Once lunch time rolled around, Martha and Sarah left their desks and headed towards the cafeteria.

“What’s with you today,” Martha asked her, eyeing her friend’s springy movements and fast pace.

“Oh nothing, just a lot of energy,” Sarah easily replied.

“Good energy?”

The brunette laughed and fixed her hair, not knowing what to do with her jittery hands. She felt stupid being this happy but couldn’t seem to help it. Her mind kept conjuring up the same word. Friends. The word seemed to have another meaning when applied to their situation. It was a sign of mutual trust. Most of all, it meant he no longer wanted to rip her head off.

“No, no, not that energy. I’m just feeling better, that’s all.”

Martha accepted it with a small smile and tugged her towards the long line for lunch. Martha was happy to see her friend so radiant after months of seeing her wither away. She could still catch the tell-tale signs of her exhaustion, but it showed less when she smiled and laughed.

While Martha held their place in line, Sarah went off to grab their drinks from the adjacent room.

She was not content when she spotted a certain caped man among the small crowd. He wasn’t in line and was speaking to another man in the corner.

She quickly made her way to the back of the small line, mentally counting down as the people in front of her payed for their things and headed back to their tables in the cafeteria.

Only two people were left in front of her when she heard someone clear their throat and lightly tap on her shoulder.

She turned and there he was.

“Hello,” he smiled pleasantly. “I believe we met, but I didn’t quite catch your name.”

As a matter of fact, Homelander knew her name as he’d already looked into her profile. Initially, he’d meant to satisfy his curiosity: it wasn’t everyday that Black Noir found himself a lady friend. So, it was curiosity, paired with slight bitterness that sent him searching for the woman’s details. He needed to know if she’d be a problem, if she’d be a distraction while he and Noir worked together to find Marianna Stacker.

And then the curiosity and jealousy were finally replaced with intrigue.

“Homelander,” she greeted as pleasantly as possible, “We did meet, my name is Sarah.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sarah,” he took her hand and shook it lightly, “And do call me John.”

Although confusion clouded her eyes, it was swept away as her number was called at the front of the line.

She glanced up at the tall man, and embarrassed, she moved forward. She placed her order and reached for an apple.

Another hand, quicker, plucked one from the basket for her. The arm curled around her, and she suddenly felt suffocated by how close he was. Her back to his chest, she felt caged.

“There you go,” he quipped lightly.

She kept her voice from shaking and thanked him.

Sarah hoped she was imagining it when she felt him deeply inhale before stepping back.

“Well, I’m off,” he smiled at her in what he believed was a compelling way. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”

She nodded and hoped her smile was convincing.

Homelander walked away, still listening to her fast heartbeat and the rush of blood through her veins. He sighed happily and walked to his next conference meeting, not noticing the shadowy figure who had witnessed the encounter.

[A few minutes later]

Sarah made her way into the cafeteria once more and scanned the line for her blonde friend. Reaching her, she held out one of the two drinks. She had to focus hard for her hands not to shake. The only thought running through her mind had heat pervading her chest and not the good kind. When she’d felt trapped in his arms, she’d felt the control over her powers slipping away.

The plan was that they lay low. They were supposed to lay low and let the storm pass as they looked for the lab and the code that would let them in.

But now she was on Homelander’s radar. She couldn’t think of a universe where she could call him John and not shudder in disgust.

Her light-hearted mood had officially turned sour.

The two women reached the head of the line: Martha ordered gnocchi and Sarah opted out of eating at all. Her stomach was in a knot, and she felt nauseous at Homelander’s proximity only minutes before.

“Are you sure? You need to eat, Sarah,” Martha voiced.

But the brunette shrugged it off, “Don’t worry, I had a big breakfast. I’m not that hungry.”

They took their food and sat at a table near the large, paneled windows.

“Are you sure you’re okay, you can try some of my—”

Sarah smiled and reassured her again that everything was, indeed, going well.

They delved into a heated conversation in regard to a Netflix series that they’d watched not too long before. Sarah was explaining why she thought the series was so thought-provoking when she faltered.

There, approaching down the space between separate tables, was Noir. He walked with perfect posture, all straight back and shoulders squared. He looked dangerous, mysterious, and Sarah had trouble pairing him with the man who’d watched Die Hard with her, the man who’d held her hands under the moon. He passed by her, and a shiver slid down her spine.

She continued with her explanation but found herself distracted.

A few minutes later she saw him pass by her again, leaving the room with what she imagined would be his lunch. Two brown bags swung lightly from his gloved hands with each step.

She brought her eyes back to Martha who sat staring at her wide-eyed.

“Yo, what was that?”

Sarah brought her steaming cup of green tea to her lips, blew, and took a sip, as she thought of a way to avoid this conversation. She knew she’d tell her eventually. She considered Martha to be her sister, somebody trustworthy and caring that she’d grown up with and couldn’t imagine living without. She would tell her, but the company’s cafeteria was not the right place to do so.

“What was what?”

Martha’s expression grew unimpressed.

“You know what,” she pressed on, “Your reaction when he walked by.”

Sarah thought about it, “Well, I did have a pretty violent encounter with him a couple days ago.”

Two violent encounters actually, she thought to herself.

“I know, but I know you and that wasn’t fear or anger or…” Martha watched her closely, “You had this far-away, dreamy look in your eyes.”

Sarah felt warm and hoped her cheeks wouldn’t give her away, “Well, it was a good fight y’know,” she teased, “I released a lot of energy, clocked in a good workout…”

Martha laughed, “You’re telling me your fight with him was fun?”

“Well yeah, in hindsight it was exhilarating---really got my blood pumping.”

Martha laughed and, while she knew it wasn’t the whole truth, she trusted Sarah would tell her at a better place and time. She was sat there in front of her, bouncy coils framing her face in a cloud of ringlets. Cheeks flushed, she tried to cover her face by taking small sips from her cup.

It was hard to imagine her fighting such a dangerous supe as Black Noir –and enjoy it, at that—but she knew it was possible. At times, Sarah could sometimes seem so small, dainty, vulnerable, but Martha had seen her fight before and she was a force to be reckoned with.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, but for now it’s enough,” Martha sent her a knowing look.

Sarah nodded, and smiled a little.

They spent the rest of their lunch break talking back and forth about anything and everything, falling into their usual light banter.

Martha took her tray away and Sarah waited for her at the cafeteria’s entrance. Together they ascended the stairs, once again returning to their desks and computers.

A surprise awaited the brunette.

Perched on her desk was a familiar brown bag, a note pinned to the front.

Immediately recognizing the signature, she checked the bag’s contents: gnocchi with parmesan, a spinach salad, and a white chocolate chip cookie.

The note, simple yet thoughtful, melted her worries away.

You didn’t eat. See you tonight.

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