Would Anyone Read A Dragon Ball Version Of Pride And Predjudice?

Guess who just defeated:

Cala Maria, Wally Warbles, Piney Beard, Grim Matchstick, Sally Stageplay, Rumor Honeybottoms, Werner Warman (the rat), the Ghost Train, and the final Mosselium in the span of around 2 hours!!!

THIS GAL RIGHT HERE

My Hero (Phoenix Wright x reader)

-(Y/n)'s POV-

I stood at the defense table, right beside my boss. Occasionally, I handed him some evidence, watching as his crime solving and observation skills broke down the opposing prosecutor. Phoenix Wright really was one of the best defense attorneys there was.

"As you can see, this picture does indeed show the defendant, Miss Wy Vern going into the shack, however, I'd like to present a new picture to the court. Something that clearly contradicts the witness's testimony."

I handed him the new picture, which he showed to the courtroom. "Oh my! This picture shows the defendant leaving!" exclaimed the judge and that got the jury talking.

"Mr. Kerr, if you really saw Miss Vern never leave the crime scene, then why does this picture show the exact opposite?" The witness, Mr. Joe Kerr, let out a loud cry and slammed his head on the witness stand. I smiled, looking at Phoenix. "Great job! Now to end this!" He smiled back and nodded.

"Wait! Your Honor! T-the defendant probably ran back into the building, knowing that there was a camera there!" said Winston Payne, the prosecutor, from across the courtroom and Phoenix slammed his hand on the table. "OBJECTION!"

'Goodness, his shout sent shivers up my spine..'

"The camera was set to take a picture a second after the door was opened, and as seen in this picture, the defendant is clearly outside the shack and the door is closed.

If the defendant actually stayed in the shack, then there would be another picture of her entering the house. Not only that, but your own brother, Locc Kerr testified that he saw Miss Vern in the gym during the time of the murder, thus giving her even more of an alibi with this proof. If I may, I'd like to present even more evidence to the court."

Another picture was handed in and it caused as much ruckus as the previous one. This time the picture, being half burned but still obvious, showed the witness entering the shack at least 10 minutes after the other picture was taken.

Mr. Payne yelped in shock. "Well. What were you doing entering the shack after the owner left? And why was the evidence you did being burned?" Mr, Kerr promptly began ranting about how the defendant should die, all while foaming at the mouth. I winced at his tantrum and turned to Phoenix. "Well, what now? We've basically proven her innocence, but what about the murderer? Who is it?"

He looked at me and smirked. "It's Joe Kerr. He wanted to get rid of Miss Vern in order to get a chance to steal her fortune. The victim, Miss Vern's friend, entered the shack, and Mr. Kerr, thinking that it was Miss Vern, killed him. When he found out the victim wasn't his target, he decided to grab the evidence and frame Wy Vern."

"Then where is the picture of him leaving the shack?" I asked, confused and shrugged. "Probably completely burned. This picture was in the process of being burned when it was found, so the other one was probably burned before hand, either that or it's being hidden somewhere."

Mr. Kerr, meanwhile, started cussing at the court, ignoring the judge's call for order. Suddenly, he leapt from the witness stand and ran toward the defense table, jumping over the defense table and tackling the two of us as we tried to move away. I let out a yelp as he forced me upward and put a knife to my throat.

"Let me go without consequence or this woman dies." he said and pressed it closer, moving the knife enough to cut my skin just a bit, blood starting to trickle down my neck. I let out an involuntary cry of pain and I saw Phoenix's eyes flash with rage. He took a step forward but then the knife was pointed at him. "Don't come any closer! I'm warning you! She'll pay the price!" He froze, the courtroom silent.

The court guards and policemen were all around the defense table and didn't move as he once again demanded to be let go. When one of the guards moved forward, Joe Kerr turned the two of us toward them and made another cut on my neck.

Just then, Phoenix moved and grabbed the hand holding the knife from behind. He quickly forced it away from my neck, grabbing me out of Mr. Kerr's hold and bringing me against his chest, shielding me with his body as Joe lashed out in anger, slicing Phoenix's jacket and drawing blood.

His rage was his downfall, however, and he was quickly tackled by the guards. Phoenix was trying to look like he wasn't in a lot of pain, but it wasn't working. "Phoenix!" I cried in alarm as his jacket was staining heavily with blood. There was quite the panic in the courtroom and I began crying, trying to figure out what to do. Paramedics quickly arrived and both of us were taken away to the hospital. I was given some stitches for my neck, and let out early, but I couldn't see Phoenix as he was still in surgery and was told to go home and rest.

I felt awful and began to cry on the way back to the Wright & Co. Law Offices. He had saved me, but what if he died from blood loss as a result! I couldn't bear the thought of losing him, I cared way too much about him. If I was going to be honest, I had been crushing on him for quite a while. Eventually I just passed out from exhaustion at his desk.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. "Hello, Wright and Co. Law Offices, I said, a little groggy. "Hello, this is the Los Angeles hospital. Mr. Wright is ready to picked up and taken home. When can we expect you?" This jolted me awake and I responded quickly. "I'll be there as soon as I can!" Having said that, I quickly grabbed my coat, shoes, and a scarf and left for the hospital.

When I arrived, I made a beeline for his room and there he was, attempting to get a shirt on over his cut. I blushed hard. I had no idea that Phoenix worked out. As soon as he saw me, his eyes sparkled and I shyly approached him. He blushed too, and I offered a helping hand. He nodded and I helped him put the shirt on just as a doctor entered the room.

"(Y/n) (L/n)? Please make Mr. Wright takes it easy. His injuries will require a long time of healing. He'll need help with a lot of tasks and will need to take pain killers at least twice a day if not three." I nodded, gathering Phoenix's belongings. We took a taxi to his house and I helped him get settled in.

He was awfully silent throughout the entire drive and I got worried. "Phoenix? What's wrong? You've been really quiet." He looked down, then got up and waked over to me, reaching a hand out hesitantly. I blushed, looking at his hand. "Y-your neck.." "W-what?" "How is it?" I was shocked. He literally cut down his back with a knife and he was worried about some small cut on the front of my neck. He gently took hold of the scarf and unwrapped it, frowning at the stitches. "It's not that bad, Phoenix." He shook his head and looked at me with tears in his eyes. "But I couldn't protect you, and you got hurt.." I looked at him in shock. "You have it worse than I do! You've got a huge cut all the way down your back!" He grabbed my shoulders, looking at me desperately. "But you got hurt! You got hurt, (Y/n)! I never wanted you to get hurt! I love you and I froze up and you got hurt because of it!"

His arms wrapped around me and my heart raced "I- I.. I can't lose you (Y/n). Not you too... I can't have my heart broken again." I gently hugged him back, careful of his injury. "I love you too Phoenix. That's why I was so upset that you got hurt protecting me."

He pulled away and looked at me in shock, with a large scale blush on his face. "Y-you love me?" I looked at him amused as he asked bewildered, "A-am I dreaming? This isn't real is it?" I smiled and blushed, leaning forward, caressing his face, blushing as he leaned into my touch. "Does this feel like a dream?" With that, I closed the gap between us. His lips were even softer and sweeter than I'd imagined they'd be. When he finally kissed back, it was with a desperation and passion I didn't really expect from him, but it just made it that much more enjoyable.

Finally pulling away for air, he pressed his forehead to mine and sighed happily. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment to happen." He whispered this so softly, I could barely hear it. I leaned against him happily and just enjoyed his presence.

"I love you so much, Phoenix Wright. You're my hero." "I love you too, (Y/n) (L/n). More than you could ever know.."

I had the pleasure of watching the YouTube Live Gameing experience today. MARK WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING AFTER THAT SUDDEN BROADCAST INTERRUPTION?! WE ALL WERE WAITING 😂😭

He knows 😳

Dragon Ball Males x Reader Pregnancy HCs (Trunks Edition)

Requested by: @ollinatl

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(Once again, the reader and (character) are married)

Future (Mirai) Trunks

He's absolutely shocked when you tell him you're pregnant

Yes, he was open to the idea of becoming a father, but certainly didn't expect to become one

Especially with how damaged the world was, he was nervous about bringing a child into it

Despite his worries, he hugs you with a smile, small tears escaping his eyes when you weren't looking

"I'm going to protect you both. I promise. We're gonna be the best parents ever."

He certainly kept that promise too

Trunks worked hard to speed up the rebuilding process of the planet, all while tending to you and your needs

His mother, Bulma, was fortunately there to help you as well

She understood the process of pregnancy and was able to calm her son down when he started to panic

When the child starts kicking, the look of absolute pride, happiness, and child-like wonder on Trunks's face made you emotional

Your eating habits, while slightly increased, weren't that unusual

It was honestly a rather easy nine months

When the baby was born, you both were blessed with a healthy baby girl

She had Blue hair and (e/c) eyes

When she looked at you both for the first time, she began to smile

"I can't believe I'm a dad.." murmured Trunks as he kissed you on the cheek happily

"What do you want to name her?" You asked, lying down on the bed, absolutely exhausted

"How about.. Hope?"

GT Trunks

You two had been trying for a child for about two months, so when you finally announced that you were pregnant, he was over the moon

He had always wanted to be a dad and now the man who had everything finally got what he wanted

With almost the entire Briefs family fortune at your disposal, the pregnancy was almost a breeze

Yes, the food cravings did get some money flowing, but it was for a good cause

Bulma helped check on the baby and at one point seemed surprised by something, but didn't tell you what was up

She threw you two a baby shower/gender reveal party and much to your (and everyone else's) surprise, it was revealed that you were pregnant with not one, but two baby boys

Trunks was the father of twins

He nearly fainted

Don't worry though, he wasn't upset or anything

He's actually incredibly happy

However, when the Twins weren't born and went past their due date,, he got worried that something was wrong

Bulma reassured him that everything was fine and that likely they would be born soon

Literally as she said that, your water broke and you went into labor

Panic

Yes, Trunks was a strong half-Sayian, but the strength with which you gripped his hand was something belonging to a deity

Like, you could give Lord Beerus a run for his money

Fortunately, when the children were born, his hand wasn't broken and he was still alive

Your two sons were identical twins, with the only way to tell them apart being the sides with which small streaks of black hair could be found amongst the tufts of purple on their heads

Their names, decided by both Bulma and Trunks, were Lonn and John

Lonn was the oldest with a black streak of hair on his left

John was the youngest with a black streak of hair on his right

Your husband was more than happy as he held them both in his arms

"Thank you, (Y/n). You're the best."

Heading to My Senior Prom! Wish me luck!

Okay..

I recently have been getting followers on Twitter out of no where. I'm not kidding. I have no friggin idea WHO THE HECK these people are. They never liked any of my posted, but suddenly decided to follow me. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but these people all have the same thing in common.

The profiles are Japanese.

Like, I'm here to follow my favorite YouTubers and see anime and memes, and suddenly I have these unknown people from the other side of the planet following my twitter account and receiving my posts.

Kinda strange but whatever.

Twitter

Creator Cat (@Gennasis04) / Twitter

Just here for memes, people on YouTube, and whatever catches my goldfish-like attention span

Sooooo... I've been simping for human Bill Cipher recently and tried to draw him.

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.”

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