BLACK CLOVER SCENARIOS/ ONE SHOTS

FIKA~NOZEL [AG/FL]

IMAGINE: FIKA ~ NOZEL X READER [AG/FL]
PROMPT: "Can I request a Nozel x reader Angst at first but fluff in the end? Reader went to a mission 5 years ago and came back with Nozel's 5 years old child. Nozel wants the child for himself but the child wants the reader to be with them"
Requested by: Akumacchi_11
A/N: italics= flashback
Magic type: Ice magic. Allows user to create ice.
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Everyday was full of regret. Regret for yelling at (y/n). Regret for letting (y/n) leave for that mission. He wished that he said something nice to her before she left. Now the last words he said to her haunted him. 

"Maybe you shouldn't come back."

He didn't mean for this to happen. It was just in the moment. Now (y/n) was pronounced dead. She didn't come back from the mission, and no matter how hard they searched they didn't find her. After a year of searching for her, they had to pronounce as dead. What tore him apart even more was that they didn't find a body. So they held an empty casket funeral. It hurt that he couldn't even see her body one more time.

Now he stared at the homemade shrine that sat in his room. Right in the middle of the shrine sat the picture of his one true beloved. (l/n)(y/n). Her (h/c) hair was nicely done and she had a bright smile on her face. 

A smile that he hasn't seen in such long time. Five years, but even before that they were always arguing so he never got to see that smile much anyway. 

Around that picture was incense and other type of type of things that (y/n) liked.

Everyday, morning and night, Nozel would pay his respects to the shrine. The first year, tears would stream down his face. But now he would stare endlessly at the picture in front of him. 

After paying his respects to the shrine, he got up and left his room to continue on with the day. 
However, he noticed that there was a lot of commotion going on. Not the normal everyday things that would normally go on.

Curiosity racked through him as he walked effortlessly through the crowd. Anyone that saw him, immediately backed away for him.

The closer he got to the bigger part of the crowd, the louder it got. Which irked Nozel's nerves.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asks and the crowd backs away just from hearing his voice. Nozel's eyes widen when he sees who is at the center of this crowd. His heart started to beat at an unregular pace and his stomach did flips. He couldn't believe it.

He thought she was dead. If she wasn't dead, then why didn't she make her way back? Where was she all this time? So many questions ran through his head. But then his attention went to something else.

(y/n) was holding a bundle in her arms. Holding it close to her, like she was protecting it with her life. It wasn't a small bundle either. Before Nozel could inspect closer, the bundle moved. 

"M-mommy?" The voice was weak and anyone could tell that they were scared. 

Nozel walks up to (y/n) and firmly places his hands on both of her shoulders. 
"(y/n)... there's so much to say. Let's talk somewhere private." He looks down at the bundle to see the child. A girl, he notes now that he can see more clearly. The girl hand round purple eyes and (h/c) hair. 

"Okay." (y/n) whispers causing Nozel to look up at her again.
"Follow me." 

It was quiet between the two of them. He wanted to ask her so many questions. Like where was she? Why is just coming now? Who is that girl she is holding? Most importantly he wanted to embrace her. Apologize for all the things he said to her. He never wanted to let go of her.