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What is your unpopular opinion on a Demon Slayer character that you believe will upset the fandom?

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hey i'm newer to your page would you be able to write a angsty noir x reader fic with a little comfort?

Quiet Night

Pairing - Spider Noir x ! Female ! Reader

Plot Description - You had made a passing mention about being anxious whenever Noir went out on patrol. But one night, after a close encounter, Noir sees all of that firsthand.

Warnings - mature themes, foul language, mention of a near death experience, description of a panic attack

Word Count - 0.9k

"Be safe honey," you say with a smile, pushing yourself on tip-toe to press a kiss to Noir's now masked cheek. He chuckles at you, his arms wrapping loosely around your waist to press your chest against his own, lightly swaying you on your feet.

"Aren't I always?" he responds teasingly, leaning forward so that his masked nose bumps against yours. You giggle at him, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as he holds you for a little while longer.

"Alright, get out of here. You have a city to protect," you remind Noir, pulling yourself from his arms and sending a cheeky smile his way. He rolls his eyes at you, walking to the door and reaching for his hat, which you had lovingly placed on a hook when he entered the previous night.

You smile at him from the living room, blowing him a final kiss. He pretends to catch it in the palm of his hand, which he then presses to his heart before exiting the apartment, closing the door with a gentle click behind him.

Inhaling deeply, you wring your hands out in front of you, staring at the door for a moment longer before moving to the kitchen. You knew that Noir could hold his own perfectly fine, but the thought that something might happen to him still remained in the back of your mind. Maybe cleaning would help to distract you, yeah, that always worked.

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"This just in, Spider Noir nearly killed after a confrontation with this city's most notorious..."

Your brain feels fuzzy as the solemn voice of the news anchor reaches your ears. Nearly...killed? You can feel your hands already shaking, and as much as you pushed down on the couch cushions, the shaking didn't stop.

You could feel your breaths becoming shallower than they had been before, your chest tightening as you raise a shaking hand to clasp at your shirt, bunching up the material in your hand.

Just as you find yourself curling into a ball, the apartment door clicks open, and in steps Noir. His hat is lopsided on his head, his mask and suit ripped in various places. He looked as though he had gone to hell and back, but he was alive.

His head tilts to look at you, eyes widening behind his mask at the sight of you. You're pale, shaking, you look downright horrified.

"(Y/N)? Honey, what's the matter?" he asks quickly, carelessly placing his hat down and crossing the room to you, kneeling in front of the couch and reaching for your hands. You retract from him, lips parting to speak, but a sharp exhale releases instead.

Noir stares at you for a moment, silently assessing your condition. Oh. Now he knows what's going on.

His body leans back, resting on his knees as he carefully watches you, placing his hands on his thighs.

"Okay honey, take your time. I'm right here," Noir assures you quietly, the rumble of his voice easing your racing mind. You nod quickly at him, screwing your eyes shut as you struggle to inhale through your nose. You can feel your body shaking, and in a way you feel pathetic.

When you re-open your eyes, Noir is still sitting in front of you, watching you with concerned eyes. It's okay, everything is okay, he's alive and sitting directly in front of you.

Wordlessly, you reach for him, throwing yourself from the couch and into his arms, sending him crashing to the floor. He grunts out at the jolt of pain that follows, but is quick to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against him.

"I'm here sweetheart, don't worry," Noir mumbles into your hair, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he pushes his body to sit up. You don't respond to his words, instead, you squeeze your arms tighter around his neck, your face buried away in his shoulder.

He knows, he knows that you'd heard the news of what happened while he was out on patrol. In a way, Noir feels guilty. His recklessness had made you panic, had made you worry so much about him that you'd completely lost control over your own mind.

"You feelin' okay honey?" Noir asks after a few minutes of silence, having noticed that your crying was reduced to a few measly sniffles. You nod, pulling yourself away just enough to look at him. He lifts a hand to cup your cheek, thumb wiping away the stray tears that litter your face.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, eyes averting his gaze. He shakes his head at you, taking his other hand and now holding your face between both of his hands.

"No, don't you dare be sorry. I should be apologizing to you. You told me to be safe," Noir says sternly. You can't help but softly smile at him, eyes crinkling at the corners. Your smile is infectious, and soon enough, Noir's lips are quirked upward in his own smile.

"Now there's my girl," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment as you close your eyes in contentment.

"I'm just glad you're safe," you whisper shakily, leaning forward and resting your forehead against Noir's chest. He strokes a free hand over your back, fingertips tracing your spine over your shirt.

"I'm sorry for worryin' you honey," Noir admits, bringing you forward into his arms. His chin rests lightly atop your head, his arms wrapped around your waist with his fingers drawing various shapes into the covered skin of your hips.

"It's okay," you whisper in response. He squeezes you as you finish speaking, content to hold you for as long as you both need.

At least he knows to be careful for next time.

Fin.

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vastper · 2 years ago

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AAAAHHHH so cuteee