You are in love with Black Noir.

Who knows how it happened, what rift in the universe had to be destroyed to make it happen. It’s weird and it’s stupid. It’s even worse you aren’t even half his age.

For some background info, you’re a supe. Blessed with superhuman abilities at a young age that was just a a ‘gift’ from God, as your parents put it.

You work for Vought, though you are definitely no where near as relevant as the Seven. But you were still technically, part of Vought. Signed a deal with Stan Edgar and everything.

You were a solider, a fighter. That’s all you ever will be.

Anywho, it’s not like your only purpose was being called on from time to time to take care of something when it’s too ‘classified’ for Seven to know/to take care of or too dangerous for law enforcement. You also liked to model.

Remember how Vought DESPERATELY wanted to introduce Supes into military? Yeah, well, they got it. Because they always get what they want it seems. Basically your job was posing in your uniform, displaying your powers under the big label, “SUPERS DO IT TOO”.

Basically a very poor attempt at calming the left wing audience.

Still, it got you by, gave you more money then you know what to do with, and got you a fan base.

But let’s get to the point. You are hopelessly Inlove with THE Black Noir. Yes, the mute, antisocial, walking tumor. As Maeve kindly puts it. It started by one Vought Christmas party. Up in the penthouse suite. Sounds of laughter and glasses clinking with the soft hiss of a champagne bottle popping. Soft piano in the back. It was your first time at a real event like this, you were a bit nervous but hid it well. Made time to introduce yourself to some patrons and even met some of the Seven. But who caught your eye wasn’t Starlight, or A-train, or even Homelander.

It was Black Noir. You’re in your twenties, growing up Black Noir had always been your favorite member of the Seven since you were a kid. The minute you spot him standing in a corner, stiff as a board yet still tending a champagne glass he definitely wasn’t drinking and waiters walking past, seemingly not noticing his awkward attempts to grab a appetizer. You walked over, kept it cool and tried to make conversation which just earned you a long stare from the silent enigma and a few nods. You admitted to him being your favorite as a kid. That got his attention. And even a head tilt.

Ever since that day it’s like the universe was fucking with you. Edgar kept inviting you over to the tower to talk business obviously but you always took that extra route in hopes you bumped into Noir. Which most of the time you did, he doesn’t really do much other then walk around and stay in his suite in his free time. It was just passing ‘Hello’ or ‘Good evening’. But it was so much to you. And maybe it was to him too. Nobody really talks to him for fun, not really. But you seem to really like him.

Today,

You had a meeting just got out of it only to bump into Noir in the hallway. His eyes linger on you, you stoped to look at him. You know you’re not crazy but the way he looked at you drove you mad, not just anyone can do that to you. It was different. Nobody was in the hallways when you pushed closer to him. He stood as still as ever as your cheek pressed against his. Your breathing shaky and your fingers hovering right over his chest plates.

“I know you feel it too.”

You whisper. Your lips brushing against his covered jawline. It’s like the world stopped. He almost seemed stun locked. Because he just wouldn’t move away.