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I watched the Christmas special of He-Man and She-Ra today. It made me so incredibly happy to see the characters in all their old drawing styled glory, hear their classic theme music, and watch them fight off Skeletor, Hordak, and their forces. It truely woke up my inner child and made my day so much better.

ALSO I have never been so happy to see Catra and Adora on opposite sides of the battle field (as enemies BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE. I FRIGGIN HATE NETFLIX FOR WHAT THEY DID)

Bill Cipher x reader (3)- Creator and Demon

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"Alright. Wendy! I need you to hang this sign up for me." Said Grunkle Stan, looking over at the female cashier. Wendy Corduroy was a girl a bit under my age at 16 years old (under my 17 years), with red hair, a flannel, and a cool looking hat. She was currently reading a magazine about food. She and I got along really well, and had become good friends. And, though he didn't know it, I knew all about Dipper's growing crush on her

"I would but I can't.... reach it..." she said, pretending to try. "I'd fire all of you if I could." Said Grunkle Stan, now looking at us. "Alright. Let's make it Enie Meanie Miney.. you." He said, pointing at Dipper. "Awww what?? Grunkle Stan, when ever I'm in the woods I get the feeling I'm being watched." He wasn't wrong. I felt the same way.

"Ugh this again." Said Grunkle Stan, pinching the bridge of his nose." I looked at Dipper sympathetically. "Grunkle Stan I'm telling you something weird is going on in this town. Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out 'Beware'." He showed us but he got a firm, "That Spells 'Bewarb'." from the old man.

Dipper looked frustrated and embarrassed. I smiled at him. "Look kid the whole "Monsters in the forest" thing is just local legend spun up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that." We all looked to the side to see some weird tourist giggling over a Grunkle Stan Bobblehead. I cringed. "I'll go with you Dipper. It'll go faster that way." He smiled at me and nodded as Grunkle Stan handed us the wooden signs.

Out in the woods, Dipper and I worked quickly to get out of the cold wind. It was chilly for a summer day, but that wasn't really surprising anymore. "Ugh. Grunkle Stan... nobody ever believes anything I say." grumbled Dipper, both of us nailing a sign to a tree.

"That's not true." I countered, looking at him as he prepared another nail. "I believe you. Heck, I swear I saw a bunch of little men stacked up on each other when we first arrived in Gravity Falls. I wouldn't be surprised if this entire forest is filled with weird, magical creatures."

Dipper looked at me in surprise. "YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THAT!!!" he said in disbelief. "I thought no one would believe me." Dipper tried to hammer a nail in a tree when it suddenly made a metallic "bang" sound. Both of us were confused, as he hit the tree with the hammer gently and the same sound emanated from the tree. Wipping off a small layer of something off the tree, he opened a secret door and inside was a machine.

"It looks like a sort of old military radio." I observed, as Dipper began to fiddle with the switches. Suddenly, a goat let out a bleat of panic as a hatch opened up in the ground. Looking in, Dipper and I saw a dusty old book. It was incredible.

As we looked at each other in shock, I reached in and grabbed the book, blowing on it gently to reveal a golden 6-fingered handprint with the number 3 written inside it. "I will never be able to doubt anything you say ever again at this point." I murmured, opening the book.

Inside there was a small monocle like thing attached to a string, like a bookmark. There was also a little note saying 'property of' but the rest was ripped off. Flipping the page Dipper began to read, "It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began to study the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon."

Our eyes widened as we looked at each other then back at the book. Flipping the pages, there were sketches and entries about things like floating eye balls, gnomes, and other such beings. "What is all this?" Dipper wondered out loud as we kept flipping pages.

"Unfortunately my suspicions have been confirmed. I'm being watched!" I read and I felt shivers go up my spine. "I must hide this book before he finds it. Remember, in Gravity Falls, there is no one you can trust. Trust No One.." Dipper and I finished the entry out loud together and looked at each other in shock. Closing the book and picking it up, Dipper mumbled, "No one you can trust."

"HELLO!" Dipper and I jumped in surprise. It was Mable

Goku

More Gesture Drawings for Art Class

I finally started that YouTube channel I mentioned earlier. Sorry about the volume. I was using a laptop to record.

Markiplier x Teen!Daughter!Reader - Not the Same

Requested by: Anonymous

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“Dad! The doll is right there! What are you doing??” Laughed (Y/n) as her father almost left his hiding space. “I have to get the mold thing up there!” He exclaimed, moving Rose out from beneath the table and trying to run passed the enemy. His attempt was unsuccessful as it started laughing like a maniac and he started losing HP. “I tried to tell you earlier, there’s another way there, you just have to go the other way!” 

“Agh, dang it. Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Mark grumbled as he moved Rose away. Chaos ensued as after he got around the doll, the giant mannequin burst through the door. “AGH NO!!!” Cried the older YouTuber as he had the girl hide under a table.

(Y/n) was laughing, Mark jokingly telling her to be quiet. She only shook her head and decided to look at chat. There were a few people commenting how Rose reminded them a bit of (Y/n). The girl was confused but opted to ignore them, turning back to watch the game. 

Mark finally got out of the room, shouting at the dolls to stop their insulting yammering, and looked over at his daughter. “You okay?” She nodded her head, smiling reassuringly at him. “Yup, I’m fine, just thinking about something. Oh look! Michael’s back!” Indeed he was, writing glowing, worried words on the wall for Rose to read. 

As they walked through the house of memories, the two players started to put pieces together. “Okay, I’m pretty sure at this point that Michael is actually Ethan.” Commented Mark and (Y/n) nodded again. “I would be shocked if he wasn’t.” After defeating the crazy ghost girl, they fell even deeper into the world after being pushed away from harm by a male figure. 

Both father and daughter were shaking with excitement and the girl pointed at the screen. “THAT’S ETHAN!! WE CALLED IT!! THAT’S ETHAN!!” Mark, after calming down a bit, made his way through the familiar territory, (Y/n) once again looked at the chat. She frowned as there were multiple comments saying similar things to the previous one, but with a little more added on. 

“CraZGurl: Awww Mark and (Y/n) are so cute around each other! Their bond is like Rose and Ethan’s relationship!” 

“MuddBoi: @CraZGurl FR! They do give off those vibes, don't they?” 

“MyMain6Channel: It’s like watching real life versions of Rose and Ethan! <3”

“BuddiBuddy: Adorable (OwO)”

(Y/n) wondered what made them think that and spoke up. “Chat, as flattering as it is that you think Dad and I act cute around each other, I can guarantee that we aren’t like Rose and her dad in the game so stop saying that.” Mark didn’t really understand what she was talking about, but decided to keep quiet. 

As the coded father and daughter ran through a mold infested cavern and away from the final boss, the comments continued to grow with the same relative message. However, these words fell upon distracted ears as the real life duo were off in their own little worlds. Mark’s mind was in auto pilot during the big fight and he just let his mind wonder. 

“What would my life have been like if I never had a daughter?”

(Y/n) pointed out small details and provided some help while a question of her own floated around in her head. ‘What would my life be like if Dad just disappeared from my life? What if my story really was like Rose’s? Dad has been to the hospital many times for things, but what if something finally killed him? What would happen to me?’ She shook her head. ‘No, you idiot, don’t think that way. He’s tough, and even if something did happen to him, his friends have always been willing to help him out so I’d be fine.’

Mark and (Y/n) both watched as Miranda was defeated, and Rose held her dying father. It was a very emotional moment, and both Fischbachs were sad. “I’m so very proud of you. I love you, Rose.” spoke Ethan and (Y/n) felt her own dad’s arm wrap around her, bringing her closer into a partial hug. 

“I love you too, dad.”

(Y/n) subconsciously read those words out loud, her voice barely a whisper as the screen faded to white. She looked over to her right to see her dad was looking at her with a smile. He hugged her tight, and while sharing that moment with him, she looked over once again at the comment stream. With a sigh, she spoke loud enough to be heard while her face was basically pressed against Mark’s chest. 

“Don’t say that chat. I don’t want to think about losing my dad.” Mark, hearing this, looked over and read the messages. So that’s what she had been thinking about. He gave his daughter a protective squeeze and glared goofily at the camera. “Yeah, guys. As you can see I’m perfectly fine. Unless I’m not and I’m a ghost. Oooooohhhhh~” He rebukingly teased before tickling (Y/n) and smiling when she burst into laughter.

Mark knew that if something happened to him, his friends or his mom would take care of his daughter. Yes, his body was a little messed up at times, but it had been a while since anything major happened, so he wasn’t too worried about it. For the time being however, while he was still relatively healthy, he’d happily spend as much time with his little girl as possible. 

As the final cut scene played through and the credits rolled, the two Fischbachs talked about their favorite parts of the game. “I think there were a few aspects I would’ve liked to have been included in, but overall it was a good game.” Said Mark with a shrug and (Y/n) laughed.

“Yeah, you’re just disappointed that Big Waifu Lady Dimitrescu didn’t make an appearance and instead we were stuck with Smelly Mold Lady Miranda.” He playfully shoved her which made her giggle. “How dare you make such bold claims! I feel rather insulted!” 

The previous comments had been almost forgotten as the father and daughter messed around both on and then off stream. They managed to score a good story for themselves in the real world, unlike their compared counterparts in the game, and that made them happy. Sure, worried thoughts lingered in the back of their minds, but at that moment, they didn’t matter. Mark and (Y/n) were a happy family, and to them that was all they could really ask for.

Noiriplier x fem!detective!reader - Slice of Summer

-warnings: blood, missing body parts, dead bodies, death, serial killer, guns, mentions of a panic attack, threats of murder, gore (so yeah, typical murder mystery stuff)

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A man stared down at his team in a waterlogged ditch, collecting evidence for their newest case. He frowned as one of them moved, revealing to him the gruesome remains of the victim reported not even an hour before. How many others had been found in this exact way during this month? Four? Five? Maybe more? He had stopped counting.

“Detective Noir, we’ll need to send some DNA to the lab in order to identify the victim. There aren’t any personal belongings anywhere to give us her name.” The man nodded, giving an order to the others to take what they could to the lab and autopsy room. 

Noir took one last look at the human remains before turning away. If he wasn’t used to seeing this kind of stuff by now, he surely would’ve thrown up upon first glance. He climbed into the car he arrived in, quickly collecting the tail of his trench coat and closing the door. The inside of the vehicle was cool, the shade of the many trees surrounding the crime scene keeping the summer heat from turning his car into some kind of oven.

He sighed softly, leaning against the driver’s seat. So many people had been found dead in such a short period of time. It hadn’t even been a month since the first reported victim of this mass murderer. More and more bodies were being found every few days, up to a week at most. It was now just over four weeks into July and now this killer was ruining what was left of a wonderful summer.

Noir placed his fedora on the passenger seat before starting up the car’s engine and driving off. Normally, he’d be able to enjoy the luscious green scenery of the forest, but death really took a toll on one’s mental state. He wasn’t happy nor in the mood to enjoy the pleasantries of nature at that moment. No, Noir Iplier was pissed off.

“How sick can someone be to kill so many people without any sign of stopping, and in such a cruel way?”He thought, gripping the steering wheel angrily.“Gunshots and knife wounds are one thing, cutting open the victim and stealing body parts is the mark of a maniac. No one can figure out who in the world is behind this killing spree, and it’s something that keeps me at the office late into the night, searching, praying for something, anything that could link victims or places together. Still, nothing comes up.”

Arriving at the agency, the trenchcoat clad man walked in, frustrated with a mind that spun with unanswered questions. “Detective Iplier, in my office.” came the voice of the director from upstairs, interrupting the flow of thoughts and emotions. Noir wondered if he was in trouble for not solving this case yet, but as he entered the large office, he realized that might not be the case at all.

There, on a chair near his boss’s desk, sat a beautiful woman dressed in a gray semi-vest and pants with a white, long sleeved, button down shirt. “She looked at me curiously, silently studying my persona. I was doing the same, admiring her shining (e/c) eyes and beautiful (h/c) hair. She was a spectacle of beauty, this woman, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing here.”

“Noir, this is Detective (L/n). Miss (L/n), this is Detective Iplier. You two will be partners till this case is done.” Both of the investigators were quite surprised as they looked at their chief in shock and confusion. “We’ve decided that we need two thinkers on this case and you two seem like you could work together nicely.”

“As much of an honor to be working alongside Mr. Iplier in this case, we’ve never met before this point in time. Are you sure that we’re compatible enough to work together?” Asked the (h/c) woman, sparing a glance at her new colleague. “I’m sure you’ll do fine, now go and get to work.” 

The two of them were kicked out of the office and they stood outside of the doorway, not quite sure what to do. “Umm.. so, hi?” said Noir awkwardly, hoping to break the tension. “Hi, uh. Nice to meet you, Detective Ipier.” 

“Please, call me Noir. Everyone else does.” 

“Alright then, call me (Y/n).”

“Alright you two,” came a new voice, belonging to one of the fellow crime solvers near Noir’s own desk. “We have some new info on the latest victim.” The pair walked over to the man named Anthony, who had called them over. A large screen nearby had photographs and files displayed. 

“Alright you two,” Said Anthony, enlarging a pair of images. “This is Mariah Smith, she was identified as the first victim by her friends. She had no criminal record and died on July 6th. Her body was found by some of her friends in a clearing when they met her for a camping trip in the forest. Needless to say, she didn’t get to attend.”

Anthony clicked a button and the images were replaced with a new file. “Trevor Evans” He continued. “Found dead during the cleanup of the city fair. Day of death was July 10th. His family went looking for him after failed contact and ended up finding his body.” He brought up more pictures and files, explaining each death and their locations. 

“So far, five victims, including the one you found not even an hour ago, Noir. The only constants being the way they were found.”

“Yup, and it’s absolutely disgusting.” Replied the male detective and (Y/n) looked at him in confusion. “Care to elaborate?”

Anthony and Noir glanced at each other and both grimaced. “Umm.. well, I’m pretty sure the most recent body’s currently in the autopsy room, but the sight isn’t exactly pleasant.” 

“How bad can it be? I mean, it’s nothing but a bunch of cuts right? I’ve seen worse.” 

“Well..”

“Oi, you two stop chit chatting and get out there. Another body’s been found in an ice cream parlor. 13 Main Street.” The pair of detectives looked at each other, quickly grabbing their equipment, and running out to Noir’s car. “Looks like you’ll find out what it looks like soon enough.” 

The quick drive to the parlor was tense and when they arrived, they were met by a large mob of people. Apparently, word traveled fast about the murder and people from all over town seemed to be in the crowd. “Why would they want to willingly see a dead body?” Asked, (Y/n) as she and Noir attempted to enter the parlor.

“Well, we’re here aren’t we? DETECTIVES EVERYONE! OUT OF THE WAY!” The crowd parted and some police officers escorted the two into the building. “We thought at first that it could’ve been just an accident, but after a quick examination, we’ve determined otherwise.” One reported as he opened the door to the machines in the back. There was a heavily damaged corpse being carefully transferred from beside an ice cream machine to a body bag. 

The machine in question was broken. Large slashes destroyed the back of it, revealing the mechanical innards. The cold desert it should have produced not only spilled onto the body but on the surrounding floor, turning the vanilla bean sludge into a gruesome mixture of red and tan.

Noir looked at his partner just in time to see her stagger back in shock, horror, and disgust. She honestly looked like she might vomit. “Victim number six, sir, ma’am. We have a genuine serial killer on the loose.” 

“I hoped it wouldn’t go to that. It appears we haven’t been fast enough with our investigations, especially considering that this is the second body we found today.” 

“The body,” thought Noir, “Was downright disturbing to look at, and it took a lot of willpower not to run to the men’s room and lose my lunch. Looking at my partner, she too was struggling in the same way. She’s certainly never seen something like this before. I honestly envy and admire her. This would be too much for the average rookie, but she’s certainly no beginner detective. If she’s stuck around this room this long, she’s either really brave, or she too has seen some gruesome things. On the body, other than the obvious cuts and bruises, there was incredibly torn skin. No, it wasn’t like the peeling skin that someone would get from a bad sunburn, it was cut open widenly, and where some innards were supposed to be, well.. they simply weren’t there.” 

“Did this girl die from blood loss or something else?” (Y/n) asked, her eyes darting back and forth from the corpse and one of the officers. “Likely blood loss, however it’s always on the table for something else considering the damage.” She nodded and took a deep breath before taking some surgical gloves out of her bag and poking around the body.

“Some vital organs are missing. Looks like the kidneys and heart are gone amongst other things.” she observed, frowning. “But why? And if she was attacked, did no one hear any yells for help? I don’t see any strangle marks. Maybe some punch bruises, but nothing indicating choking or anything like that.” The officer shook his head sadly, replying, “The shop closed down for the day about an hour ago. A witness noticed the door was broken, so he called us thinking that it was a simple robbery. When we got here and noticed the body, we called you two. Nothing was stolen either, except for some of the victim’s internals.”

“Did the young lady have her name tag on when you found her?” Asked Noir and the officer frowned. “Nope. Don’t know if it was taken or just somewhere else in the shop. Either way, tag or no tag, we can still identify the victim via her employee file. You two can probably find it in the manager’s office.”

“Good idea.” Noir responded, motioning for (Y/n) to follow him. She happily left the room, discarding the blood-covered gloves into an evidence bag. “Now I know why you and Anthony were giving each other that look. I can’t believe someone would do something to that extent. If she wasn’t dead before, she certainly is now.” 

“All the bodies are like that. Not necessarily covered in melted ice cream, but certainly cut open and gutted. Some more than others.” Noir responded grimly as he entered the manager’s office. It looked well kept and clean, which was a good change of scenery from the morbid crime scene they had previously been observing. 

After a few minutes of searching through different folders in a filing cabinet, the pair found someone who looked relatively close to the girl being taken away in the body bag. “Sarah Gray, 19 years old. Her job at the parlor was only active for the summer so she was probably going to leave for college soon.” Said Noir, reading off information on the paper with a frown. “Dang.. she was so young.. Oh! I just realized that the murder itself was summer related so it matches up with the rest of the victims.”

“What?”

“Think about it, Noir. Camping with friends, the city fair, an ice cream parlor, the list goes on. So far, every single one of the victims was doing something related to summer vacation.”

“If there was a lightbulb in my head, it definitely would’ve lit up.” Though Noir as his eyes widened in realization. “Oh my gosh..” (Y/n) looked at him in confusion then her jaw dropped as she suddenly understood his thoughts. They both hurried out of the office, file in hand, and sped off toward home base.

“Anthony!” Shouted Noir, running into the workspace and startling his friend from his nap. “H-huh? What? Did you figure it out?” 

“Are there any big summer events coming up? Or even other summer-related places that people would go to in this area?” Anthony didn’t look impressed. “You woke me up to ask about vacation plans?”

“No, you idiot. All of the murders have been found before, after, or during summer related things. If there is something big coming up, this might be our big chance!” The message was quickly received and he began typing away at his keyboard. 

“Lucky for you guys, the circus is in town. The big show is tomorrow at around 5 PM.” There was a moment of silence before the two detectives nodded at each other. “Looks like there might be one final victim before summer ends. I take it you’ll be joining me?” Noir asked, the woman beside him and she nodded, a smirk on her face. “I’m your partner aren’t I? You won’t be taking down this psycho on your own.”

“Then I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.” 

“It’s a date.” With that, (Y/n) took her coat and walked out of the office. The male detective watched her leave, a small blush on his handsome face. “A… date?” 

“Noir, may I have a word with you?” Asked a voice which snapped him out of his stupor. “H-huh? Oh, um yes.” Turning around, he noticed the medical examiner, Mason Jacobs. The two of them walked and talked to the autopsy room. 

“I was observing some of the rip marks on the victims. I’ve been trying to identify them for quite some time, but never came up with a decisive conclusion. However, I think I might have a winner.” Noir nodded, also rather curious as to what could leave the victims in such terrible conditions. Mason led him to a computer with a picture of a wicked looking knife on the screen. 

“A belly ripper. It’s a hunting knife used for skinning prey, like deer and fish. I did some more research into what the wounds from this kind of weapon looks like. On the normal side, it’s a clean cut, but with the curved gut hook here, it’s not as accurate. It tears the skin, making the incision wider and uneven. This is why it was difficult to identify the weapon in the first place, because it’s similar to other knives.”

Mason turned to look at Noir with a gri look on his face. “The wounds themselves remind me of a serial killer from 1888 who also tore up his victims. The only difference being that he only killed prostitute women, our new killer seems to be killing both sexes for fun, rather than really having a reason. Then again, a constant thing with the victims are the missing vitals. But what exactly would someone want with someone’s innards?”

“Most likely to sell them. They sell for very high if you know where to look, and you’re telling me that we’re dealing with a new kind of Jack the Ripper?” Asked Noir, looking at his friend with a frown. “I would assume so, though we have no information on this person at all.”

“That is until now!” A cheerful voice from the doorway said and the two turned to see the female lab worker, Gabby. “Hi guys! So it would seem that our killer was a little sloppy with his latest victim. After studying some of the blood that the police sampled from the ground. After managing to separate the blood from the ice cream, I’m proud to say that there were two types of blood in the sample. It would appear that Sarah managed to do some damage before expiring.”

“Wait seriously?” Exclaimed Noir in shock, looking at the woman. “Can you match the blood to a person?” She looked away, frowning. “Not quite yet. It needs some more time to process. What we know right now is that our killer is an AB+ blood type male.”

“I knew that this little bit of information was helpful, but until it was finished processing, (Y/n) and I would just be left guessing in a crowd of people tomorrow.” Noir thought before looking up at the forensics worker.

“I guess we’ll have to share all the info with (Y/n) when we get it. Right, Gabby?” She nodded with a smile, turning around and returning to the lab. “Then, I suppose that’s all that we can do for now. You go and get a good rest, my friend. You’ll need it for your ‘date’ tomorrow.” The medical examiner with a smile. “You.. heard all that didn’t you?”

“Every bit of it. Have a good night!” Noir left the lab blushing and returned home with a mind full of jumbled thoughts. 

-timeskip-

When he arrived back at the office the following day, the male detective was dressed in a red and black checkered hoodie and black pants. He couldn’t accurately remember the last time he had gone undercover in normal clothes. It was honestly kinda nice, especially with the feeling of autumn right around the corner, his attire just made him comfy and relaxed. 

“Oh what an honor to see Mister Iplier dressed like this.” commented Gabby as he entered the room. She stood beside Anthony at his desk, eyeing Noir up and down with a smile. “Haha, very funny. I’m allowed to dress how I like for this mission. Anyway, where’s (Y/n)? Is she here yet?”

“Yup, sorry if I kept you waiting.” When he turned around to greet her, his jaw dropped in awe.

(Y/n) was dressed in a black t-shirt and pants, with a tan jacket and Roman sandal shoes. Noir was blown away, not exactly expecting her to look so.. amazing in normal clothes. “Lookin good, Detective.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he admired her. She blushed and smiled, “You don’t look bad yourself.” 

“I could feel my face heating up and prayed that she wouldn't notice it. Unfortunately, Anthony was giving me ‘the look’ indicating that he certainly did.” Thought Noir as he struggled not to grin like an idiot. 

“Alright love birds, the results for the blood samples came in.” Said Gabby, smirking at the interaction. “(Y/n), you didn’t know this cause we kept Mister Fancy Pants here for a few more minutes than you. The blood sample that the police retrieved contained two different people’s DNA. One of them belongs to our victim, and the other belongs to our potential killer.”

Anthony brought up a picture of a scruffy looking man with blond hair and brown eyes. “This is Maximilian Stevens. He’s a 27 year old male and a former criminal. After spending 5 years in prison for a failed armed robbery and kidnapping, he was let out with Parole for three years. He’s been completely free for around six months.”

“And his blood was found at the crime scene? That’s rough, he was finally free.” Said (Y/n) with a frown. “If he’s our killer, why would he do it? Is there any motive?” 

“Well,” said Mason, walking into the room to join them. “Considering what keeps disappearing at the crime scenes, I’d say he’s out for money. Selling body parts, specifically healthy and undamaged innards, sell for impressive amounts of money.”

“That might be our motive, but we won’t know until we bring him in. That’s where we come in. If we see him at the circus, then we’ll escort him here for questioning.” Said Noir, offering his arm out to (Y/n). “So, shall we head out?” She grabbed onto him, nodding, and as they left the room, Gabby called after them. “Have fun, you two!” 

The car ride to the circus wasn’t as tense as the day before, but the passengers were still anxious. Both detectives were hoping that things wouldn’t get messy during confrontation, but hoping would get them nowhere. “We have our guns, which we have special clearance for, but we shouldn’t bring them out unless there’s something actually serious.” 

“Right, but if we never see him and there’s another victim or two, we’d better pray that they were fighters because another blood sample could be conclusive evidence.” Discussions like this went on for a good portion of the trip, the rest being filled with thoughtful silence, however, there was a strange feeling in that vehicle for the entire trip.

“It was like someone was whispering sweet things in my ear that made my heart grow wings and fly around in my chest. It was a pleasant feeling, though I didn’t quite know what it was. I had to keep myself from looking over at (Y/n), not wanting to look too strange. Then again, there was no harm in checking a beautiful woman out, right?” 

This kind of dialog flowed through Noir’s mind as he caught sight of the red and white tent and the smell of roasted peanuts, popcorn, and cotton candy filled the air, making both of their mouths water and their stomachs growl. “Curse carnival food,” laughed (Y/n) as her partner parked the car. “It always smells its absolute best when you know you can’t get any.” 

“Ain’t that the truth.” Agreed Noir, the two of them exiting the vehicle and walking toward the entrance. He passed her a small earpiece that she hid from view behind some of her hair. Thankfully, they would inform the police if something was happening and they made it easier to hear each other over the commotion. 

Children were laughing and adults talking amongst themselves while watching over them, animals of all kinds could be heard, barking, roaring, trumpting, and chirping, all while bells rang loudly and vendors announced their products. Every single noise accumulated into a cacophony that was only slightly irritating to listen to.

The two detectives were a bit overwhelmed with the sounds and smells, but tried to keep a clear head as they chatted. They looked around, eyeing every person in their sights, but they still didn’t see anyone who looked like Maximillian. (Y/n) suddenly noticed two guests going between two tents and out of sight and she told Noir to keep looking. “I’ll let you know if I need backup.” He nodded and watched as she followed the figure and disappeared from view. 

Unfortunately for her, however, the guests just turned out to be a teenage boy and his girlfriend. They were finding a hidden place to calm down because the girlfriend was starting to have a panic attack. (Y/n) didn’t dare interrupt them, as she knew that it was a private moment between the two, but she stuck around, hidden, to make sure nothing happened. Eventually, the girlfriend calmed down and they were able to leave and rejoin the carnival. 

When (Y/n) left, she tried to find Noir amongst the crowd but when she spotted him, her eyes widened. He was being flocked by a ton of girls and women. Poor Noir looked so uncomfortable as he tried to get away, but the group followed him, continuing to ask him questions like if he was single or if they could get his number. (Y/n) felt an unknown emotion blossom in her chest and with a small huff of annoyance, she quickly walked over to the small crowd. 

“Geez, Babe,” She spoke up, suddenly gaining the other females’ attention. “I keep forgetting how much of a chick magnet you are. Sorry I took so long. Are you okay?” The group made way for her as she walked toward her partner and she smiled. Noir’s face had turned red after the pet name was spoken, and realized she was giving him an opening. “Yeah I’m okay. Thanks. Sorry if I worried you.” 

“No, it’s okay,” she responded. “I trust you.” (Y/n) smiled at him again, and then turned to the crowd. “Thanks for keeping him company.” As she led him away, the two of them could hear the group talking among themselves. 

“I didn’t realize he had a girlfriend, or wife? I can’t tell, but they look so cute together.” 

“Lucky girl. They must be really close. I’m honestly jealous.”

“Dang I wish a boy would look at me the way they look at each other.”

When they were a good distance away, Noir spoke up, still blushing. “Babe? I didn’t realize that we were dating, not that I mind.” His partner blushed, “Wow, at least ask me out to dinner before you go saying that. I saw that you were uncomfortable, so I was covering for you.”

“Really? Because you absolutely sold it.” Before (Y/n) could respond, they both spotted a figure in the crowd. A scruffy looking man with blond hair who made eye contact with them and began walking faster. “Noir..?” 

“I saw him too. C’mon.”

They began to run after the man, calling after him to stop while Noir started talking to the police via the earpiece. “Suspect is a medium sized blond male. He’s heading toward the merry-go-round.” The man in question was pushing people out of the way to go through the crowd quicker, but this provided small openings for the detectives to run through. “Use the spaces between the tents!” Called Noir, motioning to his partner. “Cut him off!” 

(Y/n) nodded and ran through the passage, doing her best to not stumble or trip on the stakes in the ground during her pursuit. She managed to barely get ahead of the suspect but was caught off guard when he suddenly threw his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides as he pulled out a knife with a curved hook on part of the blade, holding it to her throat, and leading her back between the tents.

When Noir turned the corner, he was dismayed to find that he couldn’t see either his partner or the suspect. “(Y/n)? Where are you? Did you catch him?” Some police officers caught up to him as he finally got a reply.

“Behind the tent! He has a knife-” The communication through the earpiece suddenly died and Noir’s heart skipped a beat. Motioning to the officers, they found an opening and rushed over to a wider space where they found the man, Maximilian Stevens, holding (Y/n) captive. 

“Stay back. I won’t hesitate to kill her.” Noir pulled out his gun and aimed it at Max with a glare. “I’ll shoot you before you have the chance. Drop the weapon and let her go.” The blond man sneered evilly and brought the blade closer, (Y/n)’s breathing becoming shakier with fear as she struggled to keep calm all while the officers ordered the man to set her free, but their efforts were in vain.

She looked at Noir, her (e/c) eyes filling with small tears. She had been afraid of this, not being able to protect herself, but she couldn’t do much in this situation. Yes, she had been trained in many things concerning self-defense, but at the moment, her thoughts were jumbled and as the knife touched her skin, just barely cutting it, a vision flashed before her eyes.

It was Noir, he smiled at her kindly from the other side of a table. In his hands was a cup of coffee. The scene shifted and there he was again, only this time the two of them were watching a movie, Noir’s arm was around her and her head was laid down on his shoulder. A new vision formed, this time it was Noir at the end of a church aisle, dressed in a tux while tears of joy cascaded down his cheeks. (Y/n) seemed to be walking closer and closer to him, a bouchette of flowers in her hands. 

She snapped back to reality and as she looked at her partner, the worry in his chocolate brown eyes (Y/n) realized just how much was on the line. Not just her life, but Noir’s, and the lives of so many other innocent people. Noir and the officers put their guns down, not wanting anymore blood to be shed and Max laughed. “Pathetic. I knew you all were clever, but I’ll always have the upper hand. I learned quite a lot during my time in prison and it’s sure coming in handy now.”

“Why are you doing this? Why would you kill so many people and harvest them?” Demanded (Y/n), her hand struggling to find its way to the gun hidden in her jacket. 

“Easy: money. So what if some people have to die? They were just going to die eventually, so why not just make it sooner and sell their good insides for a boatload of cash? I’m doing a good thing in that case. People sometimes need transplants, so if what I’m selling gets to them, then I’m doing a good deed. You can’t arrest me for doing good deeds. Speaking of, I believe that you’ll make a good couple thousand dollars. Kidneys are in high demand, and I could always use a heart and liver. And the best part is that these gentlemen and I will be the only ones to hear you scream.” 

He brought the knife up higher, piercing (Y/n)’s throat just enough for a good blood flow to start running down and staining her outfit. Noir was furious as he heard her let out a small cry of pain and wanted to strangle the man in front of him. The officers shifted uncomfortably and they tried to figure out what to do but then Noir noticed his ally’s weapon. 

(Y/n) leaned forward slightly, the knife digging into her neck a little more before she suddenly threw her head back, headbutting MAx right in the nose with a sickening crunch. He let out a loud yelp of pain, bringing the knife outward and tearing some more skin, but letting her go and trying to nurse his extremely bloody nose. With that, the others had scooped up their guns off the ground and watched as the female detective kicked the knife out of the suspect’s hand and drew her own gun, pointing it at his face.

“Down on the ground, hands where we can see them. Maximilian Stevens, you are under arrest for assault, attempted kidnapping, illegal selling of internal organs, and the murder of six people.” 

Within seconds, Max was in handcuffs and being led outside, but not before trying to get one final kill in then promptly being tazed. Noir ran to (Y/n) who was trying to apply pressure to the heavily bleeding wound. “Are you okay.. No wait. Sorry, stupid question. You need to get to a hospital ASAP.” Fortunately, there was an ambulance at this event and she was quickly rushed away, her faithful partner sitting in the back with her, holding her hand as paramedics tried to slow the bleeding. 

Hours later, the two detectives sat together in a hospital room, (Y/n)’s neck stitched up and bandaged. “You were great out there.” Noir said, smiling at his companion who returned the smile, sleepily. “Thanks. Sorry I couldn’t do too much. You were the real hero. It was an honor working with you, Detective Iplier.” 

“You act like this is the last time we’ll work together.” She looked at him sadly. “Well, I was transferred to your agency to help solve the case. Now that it’s over, I’ll have to go back.” The thought of her leaving made Noir’s heart pang. “Well.. what if you could potentially stay here.. Indefinitely?” (Y/n) looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?” 

“Well,” he said, rubbing his neck nervously. “I could probably talk to the office director about a permanent transfer.. It’s not 100% guaranteed that you’d stay, but it’s still on the table.”

“Noir,” she murmured with a small smile. “I’d love that. I’d love to keep working with you.” 

“And I’m way ahead of you,'' said a voice from the doorway and the two of them turned to see the office director. “I heard about what happened and I’ve already talked to your boss about you possibly staying. When you’re all better, the paperwork can be signed and you’ll officially work for me and you two can be a team. You both work well together and this could help us solve crimes much faster.”

“Then I’d better hurry up and get better.” Laughed (Y/n) softly and the other two couldn’t help but smile. Noir took her hand, looking her in the eyes with a fluttering heart. “Then it’s a deal, partner. What’cha say about, when you leave the hospital, you and I go out and celebrate with some coffee?” Her eyes glossed over for a second and then her cheeks turned a vibrant shade of red.

“... It’s a date, partner.”