BLACK CLOVER SCENARIOS/ ONE SHOTS

COME TO ME~ NOELLE X READER [FL]

IMAGINE: COME TO ME~ NOELLE X F!READER [FL] 
Requested by: killuas_left_nipple
Warnings: None
Sorry this took a while to get this done! I hope you enjoy!
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The (h/c) haired girl groans hearing the two bicker back and forth. One being to stubborn and the other just being too stupid and oblivious to see what was going on. 

Who were these two people bickering? 

Asta and Noelle. 

(y/n) hated it when the bickered. 
Not only did they create a headache for her, but it also made her slightly jealous. 

She wanted what they have. The way that Noelle looked at Asta... she wanted to be looked at like that as well. Only she wanted to be looked at by Noelle. 

"Ugh! He's so annoying!" Noelle says flopping down on the couch right next to (y/n). 

(y/n) blinks out of her thoughts when she hears her and shakes her head back into reality. 

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Boys can be really annoying sometimes." (y/n) says and Noelle nods her head in agreement with a flustered look. 

Noelle then lays down on the couch, her head resting in (y/n)'s lap. 

(y/n) slightly froze up, trying to figure out what to do next. 
See, Noelle rarely did this. She only did this when she was so annoyed or upset. However, she did this when she was too prideful to admit that upset or annoyed. 

With a soft exhale, (y/n) gave her a soft pat on the top of head. 

"Hey," (y/n) starts grabbing her attention, "how about we go out for lunch. My treat." 

Noelle perked up, looking disinterested. 
"Where are we going to be eating at?" 
"Wherever you want." 

The disinterested look on her face was quickly wiped off once she realized that she would be deciding where to eat. 

(Y/n) chuckles, "just don't hurt my pockets. Not all of us have an endless amount of money." 

A small smile cracks on Noelle face, "I'll try. Now let's go." She says standing up and starts to walk out of head quarters. 

(y/n)'s eyes widen as she runs after her. She then sees Noelle just standing out in the front. 

"Ah, that's right. You can't ride a broom, let me go grab mine." (y/n) says turning around to go grab her broom. 

Noelle's face turns pink from embarrassment that she couldn't even ride a broom. 
"Tch, whatever." 

It didn't take long for (y/n) to come back with her own (f/c) broom. 
"Alright, hop on." 

Noelle gets on behind (y/n) immediately wrapping her arms around her waist. She then flies off, slightly blushing from the physical contact. 

They soon arrived at Noelle's favorite place. 
Well it was really (y/n)'s favorite place. It just so happen to become her favorite place after (y/n) had introduced it to her. 

The both of them then sat comfortably at a table. While (y/n) looked over the menu, she also listened to Noelle vent about Asta. 

She let out an occasional hum and nod just to let her know that she was listening. 

Noelle finally sighs and looks at (y/n), "I wish I could find some one like you (y/n)." She says and (y/n)'s eyes widen. 

"I... uh. What do you mean by that?" 
"Well, I just want someone to listen to me. You're always here for me and you take me seriously. There's just... never a dull moment with you." 

(y/n)'s cheeks slightly turn pink hearing her words. Did she really look at her like that? 

(y/n) leans over and grabs one of Noelle's hand. 

"What-" 
"Why keep looking when I'm right here?" 

This time, it was Noelle's turn to blush. 

Noelle could feel her heart beating against her chest, she wasn't used to (y/n) being this bold. 

"W-what are you talking about?" 

"Well you said you wish you could find some one like me... but I'm right here. So why not be with me?" 

Noelle looks down at the table, thinking over what she said. Sure, the idea had crossed her mind a few times, but she brushed it off as crazy. She thought it would never work out like that. 
But here she was, about to make that idea reality. 

"I... I don't see the harm in trying" 

(y/n) smiles at her, a smile full of love and relief. 

"I'm glad you said that."
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