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Black noir x male supe reader perchance.... (pls :3)

Pairing : Black Noir X male reader.

Genre : Fluff.

Tag : SFW.

Summary : You forgot your umbrella. He doesn’t need his that badly.

Authors note : If you'd like this done with Black Noir II, or you'd like this to be NSFW, feel free to request again! (With, I’m begging, more specifics, lol.)

Content warnings : Reader gives Black Noir a “kiss” at the end, reader calls Black Noir “kitty” at the end.

It’s raining. The day had already surrendered to the persistent drumbeat of a (not so summer) summer shower. The usual harsh geometries of the parking lot softened under the veil of rain, transformed into a moody, introspective landscape. Gone were the sharp lines of individual parking spaces, blurred now by a slick, dark sheen. And, like the best supe out there, you forgot your umbrella. Did you read the email saying to bring an extra layer? Maybe. But that’s neither here nor there. It’s not like Vought cares if you’re soaking wet. You know who does care, though? Your PR manager. You’re going to hear it from him later. What do you even have to do today? Some photoshoots with the Deep, god, you’d rather not… something where you’re supposed to briefly interact with Homelander in a video. Cool.

The air, usually thick with the metallic tang of hot asphalt and exhaust fumes, was now washed clean. A fresh, earthy scent rose from the damp concrete, mingling with the faint sweetness of rain–soaked greenery from the scattered planters. Beneath it all, an almost imperceptible, yet persistent, aroma of wet metal and rubber began to emerge – the smell of countless vehicles breathing in the downpour. Nothing too miserable, considering the weather Vought has other supes running around in. The cars themselves, usually gleaming monuments to individual journeys, were now unified by their shared experience. Dark, wet surfaces reflected the overcast sky, turning each vehicle into a distorted mirror.

Headlights, some still stubbornly on, cast hazy, diffused beams that painted ephemeral streaks across the puddles. The chrome accents, usually sharp and glinting, were now muted, softened by moisture. Water streamed down windshields, creating abstract patterns that momentarily obscured the interiors, giving glimpses of empty seats or forgotten coffee cups. You’re about to start heading to the metal doors to get screened in, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. A little, tiny metal tap.

You froze, almost dropping your Vought–signed bag. You don’t want another one of the Seven hassling you for anything, not after the social rating debrief with the Deep and Homelander. Kevin likes to… go very into detail about his extremely close relationships with the sea creatures in his aquarium, but you’re unsure if he meant as friends or… something more. As much as you hate— well, hate is a strong word, it pays well… as much as you dislike being a supe, there’s the occasional moment of idiocracy from the Seven to keep you entertained.

Your grip on the bag is tighter now, as your eyes “meet” his – Black Noir. Or, his mesh eyeholes, that is. He’s the one who’d awkwardly followed you out of the meeting room and was staring off into nothing. He’s not nearly as intimidating or broody as everyone says he is. You narrowed your eyes, tilting your head, looking at his hardened suit, then his mask. Tall, broad shoulders, …arms. How else can you describe a guy you can’t even see? Black Noir blinked. He’s holding out an umbrella, which is what he’d tapped you with: the metal tip.

Black Noir nodded his head, gesturing the umbrella forward. “Are you offering?” You cocked your head again, putting your hand out. He’s… well, him. Not exactly the figure you’d expect to inspire awe, not in this context. He’s not perched atop a skyscraper, not engaged in a brutal confrontation. Instead, he’s standing, rain–slicked and motionless, a stark contrast to the usual chaos that surrounds his public persona. The rain plasters his iconic black mask to his face, obscuring any expression, any hint of the formidable, terrifying assassin beneath. He’s less a towering menace and more a… presence. A quiet, unyielding sentinel in the deluge.

You smiled, more of a half–assed grin, taking the umbrella and holding it above yourself. “Thanks, Noir.” You snickered under your breath, tapping his chestplate. Black Noir stared back, not evening nodding, before turning to the building and taking a step. He waited for you to follow, turning his head back to make sure you would. You took a step, walking ahead of him instead. Black Noir walked behind you, watching your shoulders. After a moment of walking across the parking lot, you reached the doors much faster than any others (thank goodness for reserved parking.)

The colossal metal doors groaned open, a stark contrast to the drumming of rain on the outside world. You stepped through, the coldish hair clinging to your clothes as the doors sealed shut behind you with a heavy thud. The interior of Vought, even just the reception area, was a testament to its sheer scale. Polished concrete floors gleamed damply under the harsh fluorescent lights, mirroring the dreary sky you’d just left. “Come on…” you muttered, closing the umbrella as you kept walking pace with Black Noir. The air buzzed with a quiet efficiency. Vought Employees, sharp and alert, moved with a practiced calm, their eyes briefly flicking over incoming visitors as they were screened with silent professionalism.

It wasn’t an unfriendly atmosphere, but one of controlled order, a place where every movement seemed to have a purpose. Besides you, a silent, ‘imposing’ figure followed. Black Noir, his masked face inscrutable. You’re carrying his umbrella, its canopy a dark stripe against the bright, sterile interior, ensuring you remained dry from any lingering drops from your shirt. Your bag, now slung over your other shoulder, felt a little heavier with the added weight, but the shared space beside kept your attention. The rain outside seemed a world away as you stepped into the screener, nodding to a familiar employee, Adam.

You turned slightly as Black Noir walked through the side, following behind you quickly. You flashed him another smile, holding up the umbrella for him to now take. “Thanks, Noir.” You hummed, tapping the umbrella on his silica gel frames. Black Noir nodded, taking the umbrella from your hand, the leather of his suit dragging on your skin. You went to keep walking, but Black Noir followed, tucking his head in slightly when you gave him a questioning look. You rolled your eyes. Gods, he’s like a lost puppy. “Fine. Come on. Walk me to my meeting, will you?” You murmured, moving to go for the stairs, but Black Noir moved to the side to redirect you. You narrowed your eyes at him, looking where he was, noticing the elevators.

“You seriously can’t handle ten steps…?” You mumbled, more of yourself, walking into the elevator. Black Noir, unsurprisingly, didn’t respond. He stepped in behind you, pressing the ‘99’ button. Black Noir stood beside you, not moving as you leaned back against the wall. His hands interlaced above his waist, rubbing one thumb against the back of his palm. His umbrella rested against his legs, shifting every time the elevator thrummed. The interior of the elevator is sleek and modern, with a minimalist design that exudes luxury and sophistication. The walls are made of polished stainless steel, reflecting the soft glow of the embedded LED lighting, which casts a subtle, inviting ‘ambiance’.

The elevators control panel is a marvel of technology, featuring a touchscreen display that showcases the floor numbers in a crisp, high resolution font. As the doors close, the elevator begins its ascent, the hum of the machinery playing through the speakers. The elevators advanced stabilization system ensures a smooth ride, even as it navigates the dizzying heights of the Vought skyscraper. The elevators interior is equipped with a state of the art surveillance system, allowing you and Black Noir to see outside of the elevators stop as you ascend. Black Noir glanced back as you set your back down, then looked back at the screen. Just passing floor 38.

45, 57, 62…

The elevator hummed to a stop, showcasing floor 99. The doors opened, but Black Noir remained still, letting you step out first. You grabbed your bag walked out, turning your head to see Black Noirs face. When he was out, and the doors closed, you gave him a slight grin and cocked your head. You fully turned on your heels, moving forward, tilting your head up. You pressed your hand down on the umbrella, also keeping his hand down (the other snaked up, holding your arm,) he let you keep him still. He nodded his head down a peg, letting you peck a short kiss onto the nose of his mask. Black Noir pulled back, staring with his breath getting only a tad heavier.

“See you soon, kitty.” You sniggered, clutching your bag and turning, walking toward the meeting room. Black Noir watched you stride away, his umbrella falling onto the floor with a clatter.

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