Jotaro X Reader - Until We Meet Again

Meet Glass Girl (but you can just call her GG)! She's my cuphead oc. Her designed is based on a wine glass (hence the red wine hair) but with a more comfortable clothing style. This reminds me of a glass of wine after a hard day at work (you just want to be comfortable).

For those wondering how she has "hair", I am a fan of the "Bendy and Boris and the Quest for the Ink Machine" comic series. In that series, Cuphead actually has the liquid in his head styled like hair. This is the same deal.

Yancy x reader - Behind the Pen

(Y/n) had come to expect letters arriving in her cell every other day. It was a constant thing now. Her family wrote to her occasionally, but the majority of notes she received were from someone she didn't recognize. 

And how could she recognize a letter from someone who never signed it? 

As cliche as it sounded, her apparent admirer was constantly complimenting her through his penmanship. The only reason she knew he was a male was because he had said before in a past letter, "A man like me doesn't deserve an angel like you." 

That comment had made her blush so much that the other female prisoners worried she was running a fever. 

(Y/n) held a new note in her hand, admiring just how simple it was. A small piece of paper with the front held together by a red heart sticker, like you would find on a first grader's valentine. Inside was some messy yet intelligible handwriting that looked like an attempt at fancy calligraphy.

"(Y/n), 

A dove like you should be away and free from us ravens and crows. But of course, this jailbird fell in love with you and can only dream of making you his own. After what I've done with my life, how could I deserve to even be close to you, much less your lover? Nevertheless, like Romeo, I will continue to love you, my Juliet, even if it kills me." 

(Y/n) blushed and walked out of her cell and made it to the yard where a majority of people were gathered. Like usual, they were either playing basketball, lifting weights, or taking a small nap in the sunlight. It was a gorgeous day outside and sleep sounded very appealing, but (Y/n) had something to do first.

"Hey guys!" She greeted her fellow female prisoners, the letter clutched in her hand. Tiny, one of the tougher girls, smiled at her mischievously. "Ohhh~ you got another letter? What does it say this time?" 

Some of the other girls crowded around her to hear the reply as it was read out. They were all romantics in some kind of way and a secret admirer story unfolding right in front of them was certainly exciting. 

"Well, he told me that I didn't belong in a place like this, and he even called me his Juliet." Some of the ladies let out an "awww" and Tiny wrapped her arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders. "Man, he really seems to have a thing for you, huh? Who do you think it is?" 

"I don't know. I keep hoping I can pick up signs or some kind of hint when I interact with the boys, but I'm not picking up on anything. I guess I'm just really boggled that I even have a.." 

She trailed off as she looked toward a group of 8 boys playing basketball over in the prison court. There, being patted on the back after an amazing 2-point shot, was Yancy. (Y/n) blushed, seeing how his slightly damp shirt clung to his toned body, his skin slightly shining from sweat as he panted and smiled at his teammates. 

Time just seemed to move in slow motion when she looked at him. He was beyond attractive. He was so handsome, he could kill ladies with just a look. Heh, maybe that's another reason why he was in prison. 

"(Y/nnn)? Hello?" Tiny waved a hand in front of her face, seeing that her friend had zoned out. "Huh? Oh sorry. Were you asking me something?" Some of the other girls gave each other knowing looks and (Y/n) looked at them in confusion. "Am I missing something?" 

"You have it rough for him, huh?" Asked Tiny and (Y/n)'s face erupted into a bright red blush. "Huh? Why would you say that? He's my friend, granted that he's a very attractive friend, but still!" 

"Girl, admit it. You have a big ol' crush on Yancy." (Y/n) knew she was caught and she looked down in embarrassment. "I.. gosh I know I do but I feel kinda bad about it because I have no idea who's writing me these notes. I kinda hope it's him, but if it's not I'm gonna feel terrible if I don't like this guy back and reject him."

"Reject who?" 

(Y/n) stiffened, recognizing the voice that came up behind her. "Oh, hey Yancy," said Tiny with a smirk, "we were just talking about (Y/n)'s secret admirer." (Y/n) turned around to see the scruffy faced man she had grown to love. He smiled while his tattooed hand rubbed the back of his neck. 

"A secret admirer eh? You don't usually see dat in prison. Yous gots any idea who it could be?" (Y/n) shook her head. "I don't recognize the handwriting and I haven't really got any other clues, so no not really. Do you know anything?"

Yancy shrugged. "We males don't really talk about all dat romance and lovey dovey stuff, but I'll keep an eye out for ya." 

"T-thanks." Was all (Y/n) could say while shyly looking up at his grinning face. He really was so kind. A criminal with a heart of gold. Yancy nodded at the girls behind (Y/n) and turned to leave, joining the other boys back on the court. 

Turning back, (Y/n) saw the girls smirking and looking at her expectantly. “What? Is there something on my face?” Tiny shook her head and laughed softly. “No, it’s just that some of us already know who your admirer is.” (Y/n) was shocked. “What?? Who is it?? Tell me!” Giggling, the girls began to move away, shaking their heads. “Sorry, we can’t say anything. Good luck figuring it out though.” 

“Tiny! Guys! Come on, I thought we were friends!” Laughed the (h/c) female as she chased after them. 

From across the yard, Yancy watched their interaction and he bit his lip nervously. He knew that Tiny and the other girls wouldn’t tell (Y/n) about his secret crush on her, but still, he swore that they loved to tease him with their knowing looks. “Oi, Yancy pay attention!” Said Sparkles McGee, tossing him the basketball. “Sorry. Was just thinking ‘bout stuff, y’know.” 

Bam Bam smirked at him. “Oh, thinking about (Y/n) again are we?” Yancy looked over at him quickly, “What? No! ‘Course not. What makes youse say dat? I think of other things.” 

“Riiiiight, because staring at her and losing touch with reality means you’re thinking about other things.” Laughed McGee and Yancy pouted a little. “Shut up, it isn’t like dat.” 

“We all know about those love notes you’ve been sending her. I’m surprised she doesn’t know it’s you sending them yet.” 

“Well, she doesn’t need t’know either.” Snapped the handsome prisoner, glaring at his friends and tossing the basketball to the net only to miss. “I doubt she feels the same anyway.” 

“Are you kidding?” said Bam Bam, looking at Yancy with evident shock and confusion. “Have you seen the way she looks at you? I swear you’re just as oblivious as she is!” This was news to the man in question and he looked over to where his crush sat with her friends. She relaxed under a tree, her (h/c) hair slightly messy from the light breeze that flowed through the yard. She laughed, her melodious voice sounding like a symphony to Yancy. 

(Y/n) suddenly looked over at him when Tiny pointed him out. She smiled at him, waving, and as he blushed, he waved back. His heart beat so fast and he resisted the urge to run away to his cell. He had a reputation to uphold as the Prison Tough Guy. Turning away, he saw the guys smirking at him and he shook his head, the basketball being passed to him again. “Shut up youse guys.”

-time skip-

As (Y/n) sat in her cell a few nights later, unable to sleep. She was thinking about her admirer. Who could it possibly be? Gosh, she hoped it was Yancy. No, she shouldn’t get her hopes up. Any girl would die to have him as their lover, even if he was a murderer, but Yancy sees all the prisoners as family, so he probably only sees her as a sisterly figure. Her secret admirer was probably someone else. 

That same night, Yancy slaved over pieces of paper in his cell. He struggled to come up with the right words to write down, having to start over every time he made a mistake. “You’re my own personal angel.. Ugh no. ‘ve used somethin’ like dat already. Uhh.. You’re so beautiful… naw. Gosh I’ve used up everythin’.” His eyelids were drooping, exhaustion washing over his body. Yancy wanted to give (Y/n) another letter, but he was too tired to write. “Oh well. Maybe I’ll finish it tomorrow..” He thought as he drifted off to sleep surrounded by his crumpled papers.

-timeskip-

“Have you guys seen Yancy?” Asked (Y/n) the next morning. He hadn’t shown up for breakfast which was very unlike him. Both girls and boys alike shook their heads, but then one voice piped up. “I passed by his cell on the way to breakfast,” said Sparkles McGee, “He was fast asleep. I think he was writing a new song or something last night and zonked out in the middle of it.” 

“Why don’t you go wake him up, (Y/n).” Suggested Tiny and (Y/n) nodded. “Sure. I’ll be back.” She stood up and made her way down the hall to Yancy’s cell. Sure enough, when she entered, the soft sound of Yancy’s light snoring. 

(Y/n)’s heart melted at the adorable sight before her. Yancy was curled up in his bed, cuddling both his pillow and his prison bed blanket. Around him were a bunch of crumpled up pieces of paper. (Y/n) frowned, wondering what exactly he had been writing so late at night. Sure she could just assume that they were just tossed lyrics to a new song, like McGee said, but curiosity was a powerful force and she couldn’t help but look. 

She opened the nearest piece of wrinkled paper and her eyes widened. It was a note for her, but most of the writing was scribbled out. (Y/n) could only make out a few words and sentences here and there as she continued looking through the discarded notes. Lots of the phrases were familiar. The handwriting was sloppy but legible, writing out similar sentences to previous letters she had received. (Y/n) could barely contain her tears of joy as she looked at the sleeping man before her. 

Yancy was her secret admirer all along.

Placing the gathered papers to the side, (Y/n) crept over to his side and she smiled, reaching over and gently caressing the right side of his face. Yancy leaned into her touch in his sleep, letting out a small purr of pleasure. The poor man was touch starved after all his years in prison and now he finally had the chance to receive the comfort and love that he was craving. 

Slowly, Yancy’s eyes began to open and he looked up into (Y/n)’s shining eyes. “(Y-Y/n)? What’re you…” his voice trailed off as her hand trailed up his chiseled jaw into his black hair. He began to fully wake up and he realized what was happening as well as the state of his cell, or more accurately the state which his cell was supposed to be in. 

He sat bolt upright, accidentally hitting his head on the top bunk and almost squashing (Y/n)’s hand, and looked around to find that all the papers that were previously strewn around on the floor were nowhere to be found. “Looking for these?” Came (Y/n)’s teasing voice as she held up a stack of small wrinkled papers. 

Yancy paled noticeably and his hands began to shake. “(Y-Y/n), p-please, I can explain!” He stood up from his bed, fear written all over his face. “Yancy-” 

“No, please listen. I know I’ve been lyin’ to ya about not knowing who was writin’ youse those letters, but I was afraid that youse wouldn’t like me back ‘n I just wanted youse to kinda fall in love with me indirectly before I asked youse to be mine, y’know?”

“Yancy, I-”

“I understand if youse don’t like me back, but-”

“YANCY!!!” He stopped speaking and looked at (Y/n) as she looked at him with an amused smile. “You don’t need to explain yourself. Heck, you had me mostly convinced it was someone else writing these letters.”

“I.. I did?”

“Yes!” Laughed (Y/n), “You did! Honestly, I would’ve felt awful if I had to reject my admirer because they weren’t the person I fell in love with. The letters were flattering, but it would’ve been so much easier just to tell me that you liked me after spending time getting to know me.” Yancy blushed and looked away before she used her hand to gently bring his gaze back to her. 

“And I like you too, Yancy, in a romantic way. I have for a really long time.” 

Yancy blushed so hard and he rubbed his neck shyly. She smiled, taking his free hand and squeezing it. “Alright, well let’s go to breakfast. The others are going to get suspicious if I never come back after going to get you.” 

“Heh, I guess so, since they already knew about my little crush on youse.” 

Even though they both knew they should leave, neither of them really wanted to. It was a nice change of pace to just have time for the two of them. (Y/n) looked up at Yancy and leaned up, kissing him gently. 

The kiss only lasted a second, but it brought one of the best feelings either of them had ever felt. “I… you..” stumbled Yancy, struggling to say coherent words as he touched his lips in awe. He looked back at (Y/n) with a hopeful expression. 

“C-could we do that again?” 

(Y/n) laughed and nodded, “Of course.” This time, Yancy was the one to take the lead, leaning down and gently holding the sides of her face in his large hands. His lips met hers in a passionate hunger which took (Y/n) off guard. It was a sloppy kiss, clearly inexperienced but euphoric to experience for the both of them. 

“Y-Yancy, we’re gonna get caught. I was sent to find you and bring you to breakfast. Everyone’s gonna get suspicious if I never come back.” Yancy kissed (Y/n) again with a small possessive growl. “I don’t care if we get caught. I gotta start showin’ the others around here dat your mine, sweetheart. You’re so dang beautiful. Wouldn't be surprised if one of them started a fight with me over youse.” 

Something about him calling her ‘sweetheart’ and getting really protective really got her knees weak and face red. “E-even so. What would the warden say?” That last part is what finally got Yancy to stop. “Fine, I’ll stop..” His arms wrapped around (Y/n)’s frame in a warm hug which was happily reciprocated. 

“I love youse, (Y/n).”

“I love you too, Yancy.”

Back in the cafeteria, some of the others were starting to wonder when (Y/n) was going to come back, hopefully with their leader in tow. “Do you think something happened?” Asked Hank, looking over at McGee who was smirking. “Something romantic, maybe.”

Tiny groaned and shook her head in amusement. “I swear the two of them are so dang oblivious they better get together soon because I don’t think I can take the tension and stupidity anymore.” There was a hefty laugh that filled the room but it was soon replaced with cheers as Yancy and (Y/n) walked in from the hallway, holding hands and blushing madly. 

From his office, the warden laughed softly, looking at the new couple in one of the security monitors. “It’s about dang time.” he murmured, taking a long sip of his lukewarm coffee.

Bill Cipher x reader (3)- Creator and Demon

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"Alright. Wendy! I need you to hang this sign up for me." Said Grunkle Stan, looking over at the female cashier. Wendy Corduroy was a girl a bit under my age at 16 years old (under my 17 years), with red hair, a flannel, and a cool looking hat. She was currently reading a magazine about food. She and I got along really well, and had become good friends. And, though he didn't know it, I knew all about Dipper's growing crush on her

"I would but I can't.... reach it..." she said, pretending to try. "I'd fire all of you if I could." Said Grunkle Stan, now looking at us. "Alright. Let's make it Enie Meanie Miney.. you." He said, pointing at Dipper. "Awww what?? Grunkle Stan, when ever I'm in the woods I get the feeling I'm being watched." He wasn't wrong. I felt the same way.

"Ugh this again." Said Grunkle Stan, pinching the bridge of his nose." I looked at Dipper sympathetically. "Grunkle Stan I'm telling you something weird is going on in this town. Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out 'Beware'." He showed us but he got a firm, "That Spells 'Bewarb'." from the old man.

Dipper looked frustrated and embarrassed. I smiled at him. "Look kid the whole "Monsters in the forest" thing is just local legend spun up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that." We all looked to the side to see some weird tourist giggling over a Grunkle Stan Bobblehead. I cringed. "I'll go with you Dipper. It'll go faster that way." He smiled at me and nodded as Grunkle Stan handed us the wooden signs.

Out in the woods, Dipper and I worked quickly to get out of the cold wind. It was chilly for a summer day, but that wasn't really surprising anymore. "Ugh. Grunkle Stan... nobody ever believes anything I say." grumbled Dipper, both of us nailing a sign to a tree.

"That's not true." I countered, looking at him as he prepared another nail. "I believe you. Heck, I swear I saw a bunch of little men stacked up on each other when we first arrived in Gravity Falls. I wouldn't be surprised if this entire forest is filled with weird, magical creatures."

Dipper looked at me in surprise. "YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THAT!!!" he said in disbelief. "I thought no one would believe me." Dipper tried to hammer a nail in a tree when it suddenly made a metallic "bang" sound. Both of us were confused, as he hit the tree with the hammer gently and the same sound emanated from the tree. Wipping off a small layer of something off the tree, he opened a secret door and inside was a machine.

"It looks like a sort of old military radio." I observed, as Dipper began to fiddle with the switches. Suddenly, a goat let out a bleat of panic as a hatch opened up in the ground. Looking in, Dipper and I saw a dusty old book. It was incredible.

As we looked at each other in shock, I reached in and grabbed the book, blowing on it gently to reveal a golden 6-fingered handprint with the number 3 written inside it. "I will never be able to doubt anything you say ever again at this point." I murmured, opening the book.

Inside there was a small monocle like thing attached to a string, like a bookmark. There was also a little note saying 'property of' but the rest was ripped off. Flipping the page Dipper began to read, "It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began to study the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon."

Our eyes widened as we looked at each other then back at the book. Flipping the pages, there were sketches and entries about things like floating eye balls, gnomes, and other such beings. "What is all this?" Dipper wondered out loud as we kept flipping pages.

"Unfortunately my suspicions have been confirmed. I'm being watched!" I read and I felt shivers go up my spine. "I must hide this book before he finds it. Remember, in Gravity Falls, there is no one you can trust. Trust No One.." Dipper and I finished the entry out loud together and looked at each other in shock. Closing the book and picking it up, Dipper mumbled, "No one you can trust."

"HELLO!" Dipper and I jumped in surprise. It was Mable

Would anyone read a Dragon Ball version of Pride and Predjudice?

More Gesture Drawings for Art Class

heading to my high school graduation!!

Here's what the top of my decorated cap looks like!!

Gohan and (my darling) Broly

Saitama and Hit

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.”