"Nope, can't wear that."

"Not that either."

"Darn it, why can't I find anything that works!" Noelle grabbed her pigtails in frustration. She felt like she had gone through her whole wardrobe at this point.

A mountain of clothes had formed on top of the bed. Every new discarded outfit only added to the pile.

"It's just a celebration of a new mated pair. I don't see what the fuss is about. If anything, they should be throwing a festival in my honor, the great sea dragon god: Levia—"

Noelle's harsh glare silenced the chibi-fied dragon, and it slithered under the bed in fear. She scoffed and returned to digging in the closet.

"You may be the dragon god of envy, but next week isn't about you. It's about Yami, Charlotte and their wedding." Noelle couldn't help her voice from getting dreamy and whimsical. "It's what every girl dreams about. That one special day where she finally gets to commit the rest of her life to spending it with the man she loves….So beautiful."

"Are you talking about Charlotte or yourself?" Leviathan said, taking the risk of poking his head out from under the bed frame.

Noelle's pigtails flew up in surprise and her whole face turned red. "Wha!? Why would I be the one getting married? Why would you even suggest that?"

Leviathan swiveled his head around and scanned the room. "Firstly, this is a room you share with Asta. Secondly, you two have been dating since we put an end to that fool who tried to bring about Judgment Day. Lastly, the lesser demon Liebe and I have to go to another part of the hideout every time you two do the mating ritual. From my perspective, the only thing left is the silly celebration."

Noelle's face turned a darker shade of red with each fact Leviathan pointed out. The worst part is that she couldn't refute any of it. Shortly after the battle against Lucius, she confessed to Asta. To her surprise he actually reciprocated and agreed to a date. One date turned into another and before she knew it, three years had passed by. They'd even had Henry combine their rooms in the hideout.

"Fine, you have a point. But it's not about me, it's about Charlotte. I am a royal. I refuse to show up at her wedding looking anything less than my best."

"How is that working out?"

"Don't get smart with me."

Leviathan knew at that point his next quip would get him turned into a scarf, so he retreated back under the bed.

"I'm just saying, you have time to choose," he offered as a parting shot.

Noelle huffed and without looking back tried to grab another outfit from the closet only for her hand to grasp air. Her eyebrows raised and she turned around to find the closet was empty.

Kind of.

Her half was empty. Asta's half was neatly organized. Coming from an orphanage, he didn't put much value on obtaining material things like clothes as such his half came out to more like a quarter of the total space.

By sheer curiosity, she reached over and started sifting through his outfits. It was her right as his girlfriend after all.

The first outfit brought nostalgia to her. It was a simple blue jacket and pants. The outfit he wore when they first met. He hadn't gotten much taller since then, so he technically could wear it—but his muscles were too big. Not that she complained. Being picked up and carried was a pretty big turn-on.

She grabbed the hanger the old outfit sat on and admired it.

"If Asta can't wear it, who says I can't?"

With a smug smile, she slipped the jacket off the hanger and over her own arms. It felt a bit uncomfortable but that mainly came from the fact she was currently wearing only her undergarments. Otherwise, it fit snugly.

"Sorry Asta, this jacket is now mine. Girlfriend rules."

She took off the jacket, put it back on the hanger, and replaced it in the closet. On her side this time.

She quickly flipped past the next outfit in the set, the royal knight poncho. The outfit immediately after was the one he got during his exile in the Heart Kingdom.

"How is this thing even considered a shirt?!"

Noelle held the piece of fabric in her hand, turning it over questioningly. It was definitely a muscle shirt like so many of the other men in the Heart Kingdom wore. The problem was that it had an opening in the middle. Exactly how did it stay on his body?

She tried to put it on to see how it worked but found her bra got in the way. In a bout of stubbornness, she discarded her bra and tried again.

By the end result, she found that the shirt hugged the body's muscles to keep itself on. More specifically the pectoralis muscles. Unfortunately, she didn't possess the flat square surface of flesh Asta had. Her chest was round to say the least.

Noelle blushed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Sure, the shirt emphasized the surprising amount of muscle on her arms, but, more concerningly, it hugged the curve of her breast like a second skin. Somehow it made every subtle movement of her large chest even more apparent. On top of that, it didn't do anything to hide her midriff.

"Geez, it's a single step away from being shirtless," She thought to herself.

She then pulled on the grayish-black pants and tightened the large belt around her waist. Satisfied she checked her appearance in the mirror.

Smiling, she flexed while looking at her reflection.

"I can see why he liked this outfit."

Her boobs aside, every muscle on her lithe body was on display. Even her slim waist which didn't have a scrap of clothing on it looked downright alluring thanks to the pants.

Noelle spun around and posed in the mirror. She swung her arm like she would a sword, imagining how her boyfriend felt. She paid no mind to the chuckling that came from under the bed.

*Rustle*

Noelle's eyes went wide as she heard the sound of the doorknob being turned.

"Who is it!" She yelled.

"Asta. I finished my mission for the day."

"Don't come in yet!"

The sound of him fiddling with the doorknob briefly paused.

"Why?"

"C-cause I'm not decent! That's why Dorksta!"

Noelle hoped he would say okay and leave, but luck wasn't on her side.

"Eh, isn't anything I haven't seen before."

The door started to creak open. Panicking Noelle hopped into the closet and slammed the door.

The moment he entered, the first thing that caught Asta's eye was the pile of Noelle's clothing that was on their bed. What he also noticed was that there wasn't a Noelle in sight.

"Um? Where did you go, Noelle?"

He received no reply. When he was about to investigate the window, thinking she might've jumped out, her partner Leviathan slinked out and used his tail to point at the closet door. Leviathan's face wasn't very expressive, but Asta could have sworn he was laughing as he slithered back under the bed.

Confused, he slowly approached the closet door and softly tapped his knuckles on the wood.

"Hey Noelle, are you okay?" He gently asked.

After a couple of moments, she gave her reply.

"…..I'm fine. I just don't want you to see me like this." Her muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

"See you like what? Naked or in your underwear?" Asta said, laughing lightly. "I've seen it. This morning in fact when we both got dressed."

"You idiot, of course, I know that. This….this is different. I'm not naked."

"Then why could you possibly be embarra—"

With a click and a creak, the door opened, and a flustered Noelle hesitantly stepped out, covering her chest using an arm.

His mouth closed with an audible snap as he took in her appearance of wearing his clothes.

"C'mon….Say something, anything."

Asta gave her a warm smile and took off his headband. He surprised her when placed it on her head and brushed some strands of hair back behind her ear.

"There…now the look is complete."

Noelle pulled the headband up a little, her pink eyes focusing on him.

"You're not mad or anything?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad? I think you look super hot."

"Hot?" She questioned, confused.

"I mean yeah, that shirt emphasizes your muscles which I find super sexy!"

A haughty smile returned to Noelle's face as she flipped her hair, turned around, stuck her hips out and put a hand on them.

"Yes. I guess I am."

Asta wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I think you're sexy no matter what you wear."

Noelle felt her heart melt a little at his declaration. She angled her head and kissed him on the lips.

"I love you, Asta."

Asta slipped one arm underneath her legs and picked her up in his arms. She let out a squeal of both glee and surprise as he tossed her on the bed sending clothes flying everywhere.

Leviathan slithering out the door went unheard as the two entered their own little world.

"I love you too, Noelle."

Noelle wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him down to her where their lips interlocked again.

Leviathan was right….choosing a dress could wait.

AN:

This story came from a popular piece of fanart where Spade Invasion Asta and Noelle trade clothes.

If you want to see the artwork it's by HoneXstage on Twitter(X). They've actually done one for all of Asta's outfits.

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