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Dragon Ball Males x reader - Pregnancy HCs

[Reader and (character) are married]

Goku

When you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s confused at first but when he places his hands on your stomach and spends a moment in silence, his eyes widen in realization and he begins to smile

He has a vague understanding of what pregnancy is

Keep in mind that he has two children from his ex-wife, Chi-Chi

Goku was very happy and gives you a large yet gentle hug

He’s excited to be a father again (he loves children even though he isn’t the most responsible with them)

He’s especially happy that he gets to spend even more time with you, his beautiful wife

The pregnancy is long and hard especially when the kid started kicking (remember, this is both Goku’s kid and a half-saiyan so the kicks are strong)

Fortunately, the cravings didn’t get too strange and, much to your husband’s delight, you were very cuddly which meant lots of affection for both of you

When the child is born, they turn out to be a healthy baby boy

Goku couldn’t help but smile when he was holding his newborn son for the first time

“He’s.. so small..” You chuckle softly, tired from giving birth

“Yeah, he would be. He’s just a baby.”

You two decided to name him “Kumo” meaning “Cloud”

“When can I start training him?”

“Goku no.”

Vegeta

When you tell him the big news, he’s shocked, blinking at you as he processes the information

It’s not the first time he’s been told that his wife was pregnant, but it shocks him every time

He hesitantly tried to sense the child growing in your womb, and when he found them, his eyes softened

He slowly approached you, giving you a gentle hug and a kiss

“I’ll protect them with my life. I promise.” He whispers softly as he buries his face into your neck

Even though you were pregnant with Vegeta’s kid, the 9 months were rather easy

Vegeta had little to no problem going and getting whatever you needed to sooth your odd food cravings

Vegeta’s ex-wife, Bulma was more than happy to help you both out when the baby was due

Trunks, your husband’s first born and your step-son, was elated to find out he was going to have another sibling

When you finally gave birth, you presented Vegeta with a beautiful baby girl

He couldn’t hold back a smile as he held her in his arms

She had a full head of black hair and her father’s black eyes, indicating her dominant genes were Saiyan

“Hello, Eschalotte.” He murmured softly letting out a soft purr as he nuzzled his daughter affectionately, causing her to let out a giggle

Gohan

Naturally, he’ll get both happy and nervous when you tell him

Yes, he’s been a father before, but he gets anxious about making sure everything goes smoothly

While he’s not going to be there at your side all the time, having to keep up with work, he’ll do his best to satisfy your needs and make you comfortable

At your word, he’ll rush to the store for food or (if he’s home and not too busy) to cuddle with you

Honestly, he’s a cinnamon roll

When you give birth, he’s surprised to find that he’s the proud father of a little quarter saiyan boy, now lovingly named Daiko (Powerful Light)

He got incredibly emotional and began to cry happy tears

“Th-thank you, (Y/n). I love you so so much.”

Raditz

He was shook

“Y-you’re pregnant? Are you sure?”

At first you were worried that he was upset with the news but then he reassured you that he was actually happy

He was just making sure you weren’t pulling a prank on him

Lucky for him you weren’t joking

He’s never been a father before and he has no idea what exactly to do

Saiyan pregnancies are handled differently than human pregnancies so everything he knows is just thrown out the window at this point

Needless to say however, he does his best to make sure you’re happy

Expect lots of affection and service during your three trimesters

When your baby bump appears and the child starts kicking, that’s when he starts “talking to the baby”

“Little one, I’m so glad you’re so eager to meet us, but you need more time in there. We want to make sure that you’re nice and strong and healthy so you can take on the world with us. Be nice to mommy, okay?” 

Your heart melts every time

When you end up giving birth, it’s through a long and tough labor

Raditz is seriously panicking

However, it was all well worth it to see your saiyan husband’s reaction to the sight of his child in the bassinet

Tears began to fall from his eyes while he tried to hold them back or hide them

He looked so happy and he held his hand out toward his newborn daughter, Rutaba

“She’s so beautiful.. just like her mother..”

Zamasu (Goku Black)

Well, you were certainly nervous when telling him

You knew a bit of his ideal world, a somewhat mortal free place, and that made you nervous about how he would react to what you had to tell him

A half-kai-half-human child, a.k.a. a technical demigod

When you approached him, he looked your way, sensing that you wanted to talk

However, before you could get the words out he smiles and asks how far along you are

You just stand there in shock and confusion

“How.. how did you..?”

“I can sense her energy. She’s rather strong for an embryo.”

“She???”

That’s how you found out that you were pregnant with your and Zamasu’s daughter

For the most part, your strange behavior and cravings during the next nine months didn’t bother him

He did find it occasionally annoying when he was trying to plot his ultimate takeover of the universe and you called for him to grab you some odd food combination that made him cringe in disgust

However, he got over it and pretended like everything was perfectly fine

And thank goodness he did because when the due date finally arrived along with your daughter, he realized that the frustration wasn’t necessary because everything was so perfect

He kissed the forehead of his daughter who stopped crying when he did

“Hello there, Kamiko (Little goddess).”

You couldn’t help but smile as you realized that you never needed to be nervous about being pregnant

You knew he would treat you just right

More Gesture Drawings for Art Class

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)

Meeting Bill Cipher

A Second Chance?  (Miles Edgeworth x Detective!reader) -some angst at the beginning, but a nice ending- Miles Edgeworth was a relatively lonely kid. He was considered a loner by some, and by others they thought he was a bit stuck up. After all, his father was a famous defense attorney, and his family therefore was rather wealthy. However, this didn’t mean that he actually was the way the rumors depicted him to be.  He had some friends, three to be exact. Larry Butz, Phoenix Wright, and a girl named (Y/n) (L/n). Together they were the signal samurai, and had corresponding key chains to prove their friendship. They would constantly hang out together and they seemed like quite the group, but they were happy... at least, some of them were. Miles had a crush on (Y/n), however hard he tried he couldn’t get rid of it, and everyday it seemed like she just got closer and closer to him. ‘Why can’t I just tell her?’ he thought one say, heading home from school.  His father knew that his son liked someone, and had gotten a description of the girl from his flustered and embarrassed child, but he had never met her before. He had met Miles’s male companions, but never the girl who captured his young heart. “ Over dinner, Gregory Edgeworth asked his son about school. “It was fun, I suppose. Phoenix, Larry, (Y/n) and I played on the jungle-gym and Larry fell off.”  “My goodness! Was he okay?” “Yes, he was fine. He laughed it off but he was bleeding. (Y/n) gave him a bandage for it. She’s so prepared for almost anything.” Gregory watched his son’s face flush red and a small smile creep up onto his face. “You really do like this (Y/n) quite a lot, don’t you, my boy?”  Miles nearly choked on his drink. “F-father! She’s just a friend, nothing else!” Gregory smiled, “That blush on your face says otherwise.”  ‘Curse his sharp observation skills.’ Thought Miles, his blush growing. “So what if I like her? It doesn’t mean that she’ll possess the same feelings I do.”  “You’ll never know unless you tell her. Plus, you two are friends, I doubt it will change anything if she doesn’t.” That quote would stay with Miles, haunting him for many years. The next day, after school, (Y/n) decided to walk with him after school back home. They lived relatively close to each other, so it wasn’t uncommon to see them leaving school together. ‘She’s so close..’ Thought the young Edgeworth, and his father’s words and he decided now was a better time than never. Oh, but how life can play such cruel tricks.  “(Y/n) I have something to tell you.” “Hm? What is it Miles?” “I lo-” Just then two teenage boys walked over to them and shoved the two children away. “Beat it losers.” Said one of the older boys, the other chuckling as Miles hit his head on the iron gate behind him and fell down onto the pavement. Miles’s head hurt so much. A headache to be sure, but also frustration toward the teenagers.  “Meanies! Shove off you big bullies!” (Y/n) yelled at the older boys and tuned to help Miles up. “Are you okay?” She held her hand out to her fallen friend. This, of course, flared up Miles’ anger, due to the pain of his headache and the humiliation of being pushed around right in front of his crush and having her defend him like he was a damsel in distress. He slapped her hand away and glared at her. “I’m fine, shut up won’t you? Gosh you’re so annoying! Just leave me alone!”  He realized what he said the moment he looked her in the eyes. There were unshed tears threatening to fall. “O-oh... I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Bye.” As Miles reached out to grab her hand and make her stay, she ran from him, leaving him alone on the sidewalk. That night, he couldn’t sleep a wink. The next day at school, he tried to speak to (Y/n) but she did everything in her power to avoid him. It was killing Miles slowly and Larry and Phoenix could see that something happened. The moment that Miles got close to (Y/n), she would leave. They got concerned for their friends, especially since they knew a certain girl’s secret. Phoenix was the one to ask (Y/n) about

what was going on and she told him about what happened. “It doesn’t help that I’m moving away tomorrow.. I was kinda hoping I could confess to him by then, but I guess that’ll never happen.”  That day (Y/n), Phoenix, and Larry walked to (Y/n)’s house to say their last goodbyes, and by the next morning, (Y/n)’s family was gone. When Miles came to school, a few flowers in his backpack for (Y/n), he noticed something weird. She wasn’t there. When he asked the teacher where she was, his heart nearly stopped. “Sh-she moved away?” Miles was crushed. He had broken (Y/n)’s heart, as Larry had told him the previous day, and now he would never be able to make things right. (Y/n) (L/n), the girl he had been pining for, was gone and he’d probably never see her again. --Time Skip-- It had been almost 15 years since that fateful day when (Y/n) moved away, and to this day, Miles still regretted what he did. At that current moment, however, he had been called in to check out a murder case. His bright red sports car parked in the drive way and he walked into the house. Detective Gumshoe was already in the house, outside of the crime scene.  "Good morning, Detective. What do we have for today?"  "Ah! Mr. Edgeworth, Sir! I'm actually waiting for my new partner to arrive. My niece just got out of training and is a full fledged detective now. She's gonna join me on this case, sir." Miles was surprised. "You never told me you had a niece, much less siblings. Congratulations on your new partner. What's her name?"  "Her name's (Y/n). Come to think of it, she's actually your age, Mr. Edgeworth, Sir." Miles's heart sped up a little. 'Did he say (Y/n)?' Just then, both of them heard the front door to the house open, and footsteps coming closer.  "Uncle Gumshoe.. er, sir. I'm sorry I'm a little late, I got caught in some traffic."  Miles looked toward the voice and his eyes began to widen. She had grown older and taller, but he'd recognize her anywhere. "It's no problem, (Y/n). Oh, before you go in, I want you to meet someone! This is Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. He's been assigned to this case as well." At the mention of the name, (Y/n) looked toward Miles for the first time in almost 15 years. She seemed shocked to see him. "Oh. Umm. Hello, Mr. Edgeworth. It's nice to see you again. It's been a while, hasn't it? It's an honor to be working with you."  'Mr. Edgeworth?' He thought, not liking how it sounded coming from her. "Hold the phone, you two have met before?" Her uncle said, looking a little surprised. (Y/n) nodded.  "We spent a few years of school together. Anyway, we should get to work." Miles could not believe his luck. Almost 15 years, and the universe has given him another chance. 'But does she still feel the way she did when we were kids?' He wondered, entering the crime scene. "The victim is a rich 32 year old man named Mr. Daniel Myres. He was stabbed to death with a sharp object." Read Detective Gumshoe from the autopsy report, giving it to Miles. The body was gone from the room, the chalk outline being left behind. There was blood on the floor, slightly dried, but not entirely. "There's multiple things wrong with this room." Said (Y/n), squatting down to get a better look at a pile of glass by the window. Miles nodded, "Detective Gumshoe, do we have any potential weapons in police possession?" "Yes sir. There was a butchers knife found in the victim's back with his blood on it. Not only that, but aparently, the victim's neighbor, Kenny Longoth, is the prime suspect in the murder because the victim's wife claims she saw him kill her husband." "Was there any fingerprints found on the knife for proof?" Asked (Y/n), putting some gloves on and looking toward the window where the supposed killer entered. "Yes, the victim's and wife's fingerprints were on it, but that's it. So the Mr. Kenny probably used gloves." Miles looked around the room and heard a soft laugh. Turned around, he saw (Y/n) looking out of the broken window. "I don't think the accused is the one who killed the victim. I

believe that our supposed eye witnesses might have killed her husband. There's glass from the window outside on the ground meaning that the glass was broken from the inside. Have someone take a pictures of that as proof of evidence. Someone should probably also check the kitchen. I think a butchers knife should be missing." A police officer went outside to take a picture and check the kitchen while Detective Gumshoe had to leave the room to make a phone call. Miles decided now was as good a time as any to finally talk to her. "It seems life has served you well?" He said, looking around for any decisive evidence. "I suppose." She replied, continuing her own search. "How about you? I thought you wanted to be a defense attorney like your father." "Well.. Life had different plans for me. I thought you wanted to be an artist?" She smirked and looked toward Miles. "I guess Life had different plans for me." The prosecutor blushed slightly and smiled at her. "Mr. Edgeworth, how are Phoenix and La-" "Miles." (Y/n) looked back at him in confusion. "What?" "You can call me Miles. You know that. We're friends." 'Ah, yes, there's that familiar sting.' (Y/n) looked away. "I thought you wanted me to stay away from you." Miles frowned, "I know I said that.. but I was only because I was embarrassed. I just got pushed around in front of you and then you tried to help me. I thought you would think I was weak and my head hurt so I snapped at you. Then you moved away and I... I never got to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt you.. I wanted to tell you how much you meant to me." There was a soft silence in the room and nobody said a word. Miles felt his heart sink. "I- forget I said anything. I'm sorry." "No, don't apologize. I'm sorry too. I made you think I hated you or something like that. I forgave you a long time ago, Miles. It wasn't fair of me as well to leave so suddenly and not say goodbye to you." Edgeworth blushed at the mention of his name, and she continued. "How did you feel about me back then?" "I... I loved you. I was quite attracted to you and wanted to tell you, but those highschoolers interrupted me." (Y/n) looked at him in shock, a bright red blush growing on her face. "Y-you loved me??" Miles blushed even harder now and he heard his father's words. "You'll never know unless you tell her." "I'd be lying if I didn't still feel attracted to you." There was a warmth in his chest as he looked at her smiling face. "How about we talk more about this over coffee? Tomorrow morning before the trial?" "I'd love to." Just then, Detective Gumshoe came back and explained the situation. Mrs. Myres was under arrest and was going to be present at the trial the next day. The sun was high in the sky when the two detectives and the prosecutor exited the building. Lots had been learned and for two of them, feelings that both of them thought were lost were rekindled, burning brighter than ever. "See you tomorrow, Miles!" (Y/n) called out, the corresponding male looking back at her and smiling, waving to her before entering his car. 'I've gotten a second chance. I'm not about to screw this one up too.'

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.”

He knows 😳