Doux Mouton Noir

“OK, that’s the last of them—everyone’s out.” Annie sighs long and loud and in defeat as she glances around the now near empty space. “I’m really sorry.” Mya says, the guilt she feels written so clearly across her face. “It’s not your fault.” Annie tells her, shakes her head and pats the girl’s shoulder gently. “Homelander’s been looking for the boys since before he ever even knew you existed.” “Oui, douce fille. {sweet girl.}” Frenchie adds with a soft and reassuring smile, “The madman was bound to find us sooner or later. We just keep moving on, so he does not actually catch us, hm? ‘Tis what we do around here.” Noir relaxes after hearing the rest of the French man’s words. He knows he’s a tad possessive over Mya, and he swears he’s working on that...slowly. “He’s been out for, like, 4 hours now.” Hughie notes, checking his phone for the time before staring warily back down at the unconscious supe. “What’d you give him?” Annie asks as inches slowly closer to the chained up...captive? “Ahh,” Frenchie grins proudly as he states, “Just a little something I’ve been working on. I wasn’t sure it would work on one of the big ones, huh.” “Where the fuck is Butcher? He’s still not answering his phone.” Hughie huffs out, immediately dials and presses the phone to his ear again. “We don’t need him.” Annie says, shoots Hughie a pointed look, who simply sighs and nods before pocketing his phone. “M.M is helping the others to safety, that’s all that matters right now.” Annie says, and turns to Marie and the other youngsters and adds, “Which is why I need you guys to leave and let us handle this.” “No fucking way.” Jordan pipes up with a scowl. Marie shoots Annie an impish grin, silently agreeing with Jordan as she says, “We can help.” Annie sighs. Knows they are right. “And I know Homelander is after all of you, but this one is still my fault.” Mya adds, motioning to the knocked out new Noir, propped up/chained against a concrete pillar just feet away. Annie arches a brow, glances to Noir, who is standing behind Mya. Scoffs quietly as she stares at him while answering Mya with, “Are you sure about that?” Mya glances between Earving and Annie, who are just staring back at one another—Annie glaring now, and Earving standing his ground silently, as he always does. Mya sighs, looks back at Annie and tells her, “I wouldn’t be here with him if I didn’t want to be. I’m here with him, just like you are with Hughie.” Hughie smiles softly to himself. Annie huffs loudly, throws her head back with another sound of defeat. “Fine. Whatever.” “Ummm, no offence, no, but your boyfriend has tried to kill us all on many occasions.” Frenchie steps up beside Annie, glances cautiously at Noir just standing there fucking looming over the girl like a terrifying statue of death. Before anyone can say anything else, Mya stares Frenchie dead in the eyes and tells him, “And just 13 days ago, Homelander stuck his fist into my boyfriend’s guts before ripping them the fuck right out. I can assure you that neither of us hold any fucking loyalty to him.” Frenchie arches a brow, looks confused as he glances passed Mya and stares down at Noir’s belly. Marie sees this and helpfully adds, “I healed him.” “And also, turns out, he’s too tough for even Homelander to kill.” Emma chips in, and grins brightly when Mya sends her a grateful smile. “Fuck me.” Annie grumbles while checking her phone. “I gotta get back. Homelander’s asking where I am and I’ve already been gone for too long.” “I’ll walk you out.” Hughie says. “OK. Thanks.” Annie smiles at him. Then, turns and tells the others, “Do not do anything stupid until either me or Butcher get back; preferably me.” Mya and Marie simply nod. Kimiko nods after Frenchie signs he will be right back before he then follows after Annie and Hughie. “I’m gonna take a leaf outta Annie’s book—go see if I can pick up any chitchat on campus.” Emma grins reassuringly when her friends all give her their own versions of worried expressions; tells them, “Don’t worry, I’ll cricket my way in and out. I’ll be careful. I always am.” Marie nods, but is staring after her friend as she, too, exits. Jordan gently elbows Marie, gives her a subtle pointed look while motioning towards Mya and Noir before they pipe up with, “I’m gonna go make sure we’re safe here until the others get back. Wanna keep me company?” Marie nods, smiles before following quickly after Jordan. Kimiko stands awkwardly for a moment, then, slowly backs out of the room unnoticed. Though, she can’t help pause and simply watch the cute couple, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she thinks of Frenchie. “God, this is all so fucked.” Mya whispers roughly. Presses her face into his chest. Wraps her arms around his waist. Noir wraps his arms around the back of her shoulders. Hold her close. Rests his chin on top of her head. Simply enjoys their closeness; appreciates their time together. “I wish I could do something. I feel so fucking useless.” Mya grumbles into his chest plates. Noir grins faintly behind the mask. Slowly pulls his arms away, though stays close to her as he signs, ‘You do enough. You keep me sane.’ Mya scoffs lightly, but is smiling and blushing as she says, “I don’t know how when I’m barely doing the same for myself.” Noir pauses thoughtfully for a moment, then, signs, ‘You should let me kill him. Homelander already knowing you exist is too much.’ “And he will just send someone else instead.” Mya says, shoots him a pointed look. ‘And I will kill them, too. Anyone and everyone he wants to send after you, fucking let him—I will kill them all.’ Noir doesn’t let himself get carried away with all the killing talk around her too often, because he just doesn’t like to show that horrid side of himself to her. But as always, she doesn’t get turned off or scared or disgusted. Though, she does get annoyed as she tells him, “Or our luck will finally run out one day and one of them will kill you! No. Just, no, Earving, I’m not going down that bullshit route and ending up a fucking sad and angry widow! Fuck you, you asshole!” Noir’s reflexes are quick as he slides an arm around her waist when she turns her back on him and tries to storm off. He swirls her smoothly back around to face him. Has to fight back a chuckle when her nose gently bumps his left chest plate, causing her to huff and glare (so adorably) up at him. Noir uses his free hand to sign, ‘“Widow?” You my wifey now?’ “Ugh! Fuck off!” Mya huffs again, and again, tries to turn away from him. Noir huffs out a chuckle. Tightens his hold on her. Presses his forehead to her. Waits for her to calm the fuck down. Then, signs, ‘I’m sorry. I love you.’ Mya huffs, yet again. But this time, she calmly, though, pompously grumbles out, “I love you, too.” And then, quickly adds, “You dick.” “That was...beautiful, guys.” Mya can just feel Earving’s own expression behind the mask morph into the same annoyed look as her own. Slowly, the two of them pull away from one another just enough to turn and face the now conscious supe. “Bro, I’m sorry, I had no idea you were so romantically sensitive.” New Noir says from behind his own mask, giving away no emotion in contrast to the rawness of it coming from his voice instead. “The others just keep saying you like killing and meditating. That’s, like, literally the most basic acting advice you could give.” Mya simply stares at him, unimpressed as she was the first time he opened his mouth. New Noir stares back at them both, fidgets slightly, clearly feeling awkward. Then, he sheepishly adds, “They also tell me to shut the fuck up a lot.” “Really?” Mya widens her eyes to almost comic proportions, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hey, fuck you!” New Noir snips back resentfully. Earving puffs out an annoyed huff before marching up to him and— “No, no, no!” Mya practically fucking leaps in front of him. Presses her hands to his chest when he halts in his tracks. Shoves him gently back, walking with him until he’s back in his spot. And when she sees him still staring (glaring, most likely) over at New Noir, Mya quietly reminds him with a proud smile, “You’re better than him. Your control is better than his.” New Noir scoffs loudly, obviously having still heard with his keen hearing. Mockingly tells her, “Don’t be so sure about that. If he can lie to someone he knows can annihilate him by just blinking, what the fuck do you think he’s lying to you about, hm?” Mya turns and glares at him. Kimiko, still in her hiding place, glares at him, too. New Noir smirks smugly, knows he’s getting to her by the annoyed glint in her pretty brown eyes. “Could it be that he gets off on murdering people? Gets off on hurting them?” Mya growls as she turns and snatches a knife from Earving’s belt and turns back to storm over to New Noir before plunging the blade into his gut. “AAARRGHH!” Noir sucks in a sharp breath, eyes widening in shock...belly slowly filling with warmth. Kimiko slaps a hand over her mouth to keep from gasping. Though, is grinning amusedly behind it after a few moments. “Maybe I like hurting people, too!” Mya hisses down at him, smirks smugly when he glares up at her. “You fucking whore! When I get outta these chains, I’m gonna—hhngg!” Mya gasps softly as Earving darts forward and elbows New Noir hard enough in the face to render him knocked the fuck out again. Kimiko then gasps and finally runs the fuck away after watching Noir grab Mya up by her ass cheeks and press his whole body against hers.