Noel moulin x reader - support
May I please request a Noel Moulin x fem reader fic? Where he finds out what she does for a living (she's a tattoo artist with her own shop) and basically him gushing saying how cool she is and asking her to give him a tattoo. All in all him being the cute supportive bean of a bf he is. 😍 - Anon💜
Sitting with Noel at a cafe, you sipped your coffee whole he was talking about the recent adventure he’d been on.
“Wait! I’m talking too much! How have you been?! What have you been up too?!”
You laughed softly, smiling at him you showed him the new tattoo on your wrist, it was small but it fit perfectly with the others.
“Woah! That’s amazing, you really need to tell me where you get yours done!” He gushed.
You grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of your head.
There was a small silence between the pair of your before he jumped up.
“You did that yourself?!”
A few people looked over making you roll your eyes. Getting up, you grabbed him by the hand and walked away from the café so you guys could talk without getting weird looks.
“Yeah, I actually did it a couple of days ago.”
“Yeah, I had some free time at work so...”
Noel stopped, and you stopped as well. He leant down, his face only inches from yours.
“A tattoo parlour, the armistice.”
“Hold up! Hold up! I’ve been there I’ve never seen you!”
You just grinned at him and shrugged a little.
“I’m the owner usually I’m in the back.”
“You own it?! Damn you keep getting better and better!”
You laughed, letting him pulling you into a hug and twirl you around before he set you back on the floor.
He clasped his hands around yours and grinned brightly.
You laced your fingers with his and started walking down the street.
“I mean I dunno Noel, I’m pretty busy ya know.” You teased.
“Please! Please! Please! You can pick!”
You guys soon came up to the tattoo shop, you walked in and greeted some people, heading to a chair in the back, you sat down in it and smirked at him.
“Maybe I should give myself a new tat, what do ya think handsome?”
“Yes! But please do me!” He whined.
He sat on your lap, grabbing the book of designs he started to flicked through it while you rolled up his sleeve.
He jumped up and quickly took the chair, a huge smile on his face as he swung his legs back and forth, watching you take a seat next to him and grabbed a sketch book.
“I’m hurt you don’t already love me.” You laughed.
You laughed again, drawing a small design and a mountain with a sun around it, you flipped it over and showed him.
You went through the process of placing the design on to his skin, and grabbed the gun, making sure everything was ready before holding it over his arm.
“Are you ready? Won’t get scared will you?” You teased.
“Of course not! I already have one!”
He pointed to the fish on your neck making you laughed again and you started tattooing him.
The conversation flowed between the pair of you as you did, and after nearly 45 minutes you set the tattoo gun down, cleaned the new ink and wrapped it up.
“I love it! You’re the best thank you!”
He got up and hugged you, mindful of his arm. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and pressed a gentle kiss to your neck.
“If I get another can you do it?” He asked.
“Of course darl, now help me pick mine.”
He was more than eager too, he sat you in the chair and sat next to you, going through the book and you guys shared a few ideas.
Noel was so excited to help you give yourself a new tattoo, and you were more than happy for his life and support
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