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Prize for @windalchemist001 from my fan event in August. I apologize deeply to the prize winners for how long these are taking as my life is taken up a lot by my new job and that drains me of working on these. But these are slowly but surely coming along, I assure you. Until then, please bear with me. -Shopkeep

Finding Out You Have A Crush On Him

Trey I believe would come to figure out your crush through overheard conversations or someone having to spell it out for him. Either due to Ace and Deuce unknowingly gossiping over your crush or Cater just straight up telling him in his own Cay-Cay way.

Now Trey wasn’t a romanticist at heart, especially considering how he blundered with the Ghost Bride way back when. So with this newfound knowledge, Trey would do the best thing he can think of… Sit on this knowledge and never let it surface.

What else is he supposed to do? Go charging up to you, declaring he likes you too and should totally start dating? That wouldn’t be fair to you, putting you on the spot.

Instead, he allows you to let you sort out your feelings, whether you pursue them or not. There’s no pressure in whatever choice you do.

Though it wouldn’t be too hard to notice on your end that Trey would start acting a bit awkward and stiff. He doesn’t mean to come off like that, but when in the face of someone he knows who likes him, he can’t help but maybe straighten his posture more. Maybe act a bit more softer.

Trey is always marked as the reliable older brother type. So with a highschool crush on him, it wouldn’t hurt to maybe act a little like his age. An awkward boy unsure of how to navigate this newfound affection. Who knows, maybe act a bit selfish and roll a little in your attention just for him alone.

Malleus could either or having someone tell him about your crush. Most likely Lilia in his teasing ways. Or perhaps with his keener senses, noticed your affections for him.

With the knowledge of your crush, Malleus would feely content in the way a satisfied cat would smirk after finishing its creme. It would be hard not to catch Malleus’ very good mood for the following days.

The weather would be pleasant, not a single cloud in the sky, and the wind is gentle. Something that may or may not catch some of NRC’s attention, especially if it’s expected to be cold or rainy weather for the season.

Malleus, while eager, would wait with baited breath to see what his dear child of man would do to convey their love. It gives him a great satisfaction to be wanted and chased after, so he would want to hear it from you first.

Even if you have stutters or slip-ups, Malleus finds it all so endearing and locks your attempts of confession under lock and key in his memory. What he wouldn’t allow is if someone dares to interrupt you when you’re working up the courage to tell your feelings.

A quick thunderclap and a venomous glare gets his point across before he immediately looks back to you with a softened expression. “You were saying, my dear child of man?”

It would be a relatively peaceful courtship until the confession is made thanks to some sway from the dragon prince himself.

Silver would definitely have to be told outright of your feelings. For comedy’s sake, it would be hilarious if the one who had to spell things out for him was Sebek of all people.

The loud-mouthed proud guard would be aghast of how oblivious Silver was. The fact that he could pinpoint something beyond Silver’s recognition has him smug one moment but also a little annoyed for your sake. Not that he would ever admit that.

Once Silver truly digested Sebek’s words, Silver’s handsome features would burst into a magnificent shade of pink. Flushed either from embarrassment over his crude unawareness and a part deeply flattered by your affection.

Silver wouldn’t make any moves though as you mulled over your feelings. He wouldn’t dare try to put you on the spot, but you do notice how lately he feels a bit more caring and gentleman-ly personally for you.

If Malleus or Lilia didn’t need him, Silver would often escort you wherever you needed to go despite you knowing your way around. He even tries to lend a hand in helping you study. Despite his own grades suffering a bit with his sleeping habits.

Silver would be uncertain about all this though, truth be spoken. He’s never really had romantic feelings before or felt much need for a romance in the first place. But the idea that someone liked him so innocently and sincerely does charm him profoundly.

Like a shy forest creature, daring to come near him and be in his presence, he only wished to offer his hand towards you. Who knows, maybe falling a lil bit in love wouldn’t be so bad during his high school days…

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Shaking the rust off with writing fluffy headcanons. This is a very self-indulgent piece for me as I’m a rather touchy person who will hug and cling onto my close friends. -Shopkeep

Heartslabyul With A Super Affectionate MC

“Prefect, I was just looking for you.” “Oh, hey! What do ya need, sweetheart?”

Never had Riddle gone bug-eyed and slack-jawed so fast. His cheeks immediately go red, rivaling the freshly painted roses the freshmen had just finished. He tries to find his words, failing for a good five seconds before he barks out, “Wha-what did you just call me…!?”

“Sweetheart?” “Yes, that!” You tilt your head. “I call everyone pet names, do you not like it?” “O-of course I don’t like it! I’m not some little child to coo over!”

You feel a little disheartened, but you understand where Riddle is coming from. You agree to stop calling him pet names, but the Dorm Leader feels a bit guilty seeing you look a little bummed.

Riddle wouldn’t lie to himself that he felt annoying knots form in the pit of his stomach when you’re openly affectionate with others, but immediately get a bit formal when he steps into the room.

It gets to the point where when the two of you are alone, he sighs, and admits, “I apologize for the way I yelled at you that one time… I actually don’t mind it when you, ahem, call me pet names… Only in private though!”

Physical affection is something Riddle has to work the nerve for. When you asked to merely lean against his shoulder in private, he said yes, but it was so uncomfortable by how stiff the poor guy was.

But in due time, he’ll ease into it, truly enjoying the contact. Especially when you two hug. You can feel him nuzzle against you when you embrace and you do the same, burying yourself in his clothes as you cling to one another.

“Could you pass me that jar of sugar, Prefect?” “Oh yeah, honey, I gotchu.”

Trey would perk up at the little name and a small smirk curls on his lips. He’d playfully reply back, “Thank you, sweetie~” just to see your reaction. Be it flustered or pleasantly surprised, it would amuse him greatly.

Seeing the positive reaction to the pet names, you would edge into more bold moves where you gently bump your forehead against his shoulder or ask to lay your head in his lap.

Naturally, he would still poke a little fun at you, saying you remind him of his baby siblings. But he doesn’t stop you though! He even goes as far as to pat your head as you lean against him. You’d either lay your hand on top of his, grasping it gently or taking it to admire it.

Definitely one of the big candidates to cling onto his arm if you feel like you need security walking anywhere or need physical contact.

“Heya, Prefect~!” “Hiya, Cay-bb!!!”

Takes to your affections like a duck to water. Is more than happy to envelope you in his arms, swing you around if he could, and is all smiles.

Doesn’t bat an eye if you wordlessly lean against his shoulder and clutch on his shirt or you press your face against his stomach as you lay in his lap. He either has an arm around your shoulders or lays a hand on your side, thumb idly tapping a beat stuck in his head while he scrolls through his phone.

Sometimes he lets you stare at his scrolling if you’re cuddling up against him. You both chuckle at any funny posts or you make some side comments of any of his posts.

You get to see a glimpse of his more observant side. Like: “I really like the lighting in this one.” “You think so? I felt like I could have gone for something more eye-catching.” “Nah dude, it looks pretty as hell.”

Another candidate to cling onto his arm if you need security. Will even allow you to interlock fingers as you hold hands.

“Oi, Prefect, come sit with us over here!” “Ahh, thank you so much. You’re an absolute doll~”

Nearly chokes without fail every time that you grace him with a pet name. He sheepishly tries to brush it off like it’s nothing, but his blush and flustered expression say otherwise.

Another boy that turns into a plank of wood at sudden physical affection. He doesn’t stop it though as he will awkwardly return the affection. Please be patient with him as he adjusts.

The affection is more natural though during times where he feels a little downhearted. Be it after flunking a test or he’s just feeling generally homesick. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and slump against you. He just wants to be held and feel a comforting hand rub at the back of his head.

“It’s gonna be okay, Deuce… You’re gonna be fine babe…” He buries his face in your shoulder and can only give a little, “Mmm…” in response.

“Yo, Prefect, wanna swing by Sam’s to get some snacks? Heard a deal is happening today.” “Would absolutely love to do that with ya, babe.”

Immediately clocks the pet name and his signature smirk dances across his features. Will tease instantly, asking if you have feelings for him or not. How you respond is all up to you.

Either way, it won’t stop the fact that you two are like glue to each other. You’re very much the obnoxious two that are constantly having some sort of physical contact with one another, unless someone physically gets in between you two.

You are each other’s respite during busy days. You take turns hiding your faces against each other, tuning out the world, and only focusing on each other’s warmth and scent. Ace particularly likes to keep his hand on your back almost in a protective manner if anyone tries to come over and bother you two.

Nap and cuddle homies. It’s so easy for the both of you to immediately relax and fall asleep in each other’s arms. Ace likes to curl up into a ball sometimes with you just so close to him, smothered right up against his chest.

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hello shopkeep !! long time no see on the dashboard !!! i hope that you're having a fantastic valentine's dayyyy 💐

for the valentine's reqs, could i request leona kingscholar drabbles + secret admirer ? candy heart flavored pleaseee, tysm for your wonderful writing in advance <3333

Aww, it's good to hear from you again, Trau. I'm always lurking around if you ever wanna chat! I love hearing from mutual writers! But without further ado, I hope you enjoy your candy heart. 💘 -Shopkeep

Valentine Event: Secret Admirer

It wasn’t hard to miss you really. With your hurried footsteps and the scent that lingered by Leona’s favorite napping spot. There, innocently sitting in the dappled sunlight that rushed past the trees of the greenhouse was an offering. Modestly packaged in brown wrapping paper tied with twine was a gift. Attached was a card, lightly speckled with flecks of golden ink and a single flower stamped under a wax seal. Leona could instantly recognize the flower as so many of them could be found dotting the more rural landscape of his home. Goldenrod. He flicked open the card, finding that same golden ink scrawled across the card.

“To Leona, from a secret admirer.”

He had to stifle a snort at the cheesy words. Though that did not stop his curiosity. He pulled at the twine and unceremoniously ripped at the paper to reveal the gift’s contents. Inside he saw a pre-packaged sandwich that looked to burst with all sorts of meats and sauces that would make any carnivore salivate. He recognized the enticing meal as it was a rare find in the town that even Ruggie couldn’t manage to snag. Beside it, an assortment of more humble objects were laid. Handmade hair ties, bracelets, and a thin chain necklace with a curling golden lion. Leona held the necklace up to the warm light, almost as if letting it bask in the sun’s heat as he did. It glinted back at him and the beastman found a smirk curling on his lips.

He looked back in the same direction you had escaped into. He didn’t know whether to scoff at your foolishness or arrogance to think he wouldn’t see you.

“Dumb herbivore. You should know better than to feed wild beasts,” he tossed the necklace up and caught it firmly in his palm. “Or else, they’ll keep coming back for more.”

[twstedstoryshop]

[screams into the night] FINALLY, I have these done. I went insane with these, I know. I really need to pace myself and not wring myself dry over headcanons. But anyway, these are a set of commissioned headcanons for anonymous. If you’re interested in commissioning me, please refer to this post and DM me! Anyway, happy reading! -Shopkeep

Comforting A Heavily Scarred MC with Deuce, Leona, Jamil, Vil, and Sebek

Scars were something Deuce was all too familiar with from his delinquent days. Heck, he probably still has some speckled across his body from fights or accidents when getting too reckless on a Magical Wheel.

He didn’t mean to bluntly point out the scars that peeked out from under your shirt or wherever. An old habit that reared its head from the past when he and his old gang would swap stories on where they got their latest scar from.

He immediately regretted his big dumb mouth when you looked ashamed and quickly tried to cover up your scar.

He would quickly apologize profusely, trying so hard to make up for his blunder, but from an outsider’s perspective, it looks like Deuce is digging himself a deeper grave. Eventually he would falter. Dejectedly he puts his face in his hands as he quietly mutters an awkward but sincere apology.

You reassure him that he’s fine. You explain that it’s just your first instinct to try and hide your scars. Not everyone is as accepting as Deuce. You’re sadly kind of used to it, the gawking stares, the attempts to avoid you, a look of suspicion as people make up their own conclusions to how you got those scars. Even though it was none of their business.

Deuce’s expression hardens at that and he expresses his obvious disdain at people judging you before they even got to know you.

“They’re idiots if they believe their own made-up stories about you, rather than actually getting to know you. Prefect, you’re the hardest working and kindest person here on the campus. It’s amazing how you’re able to put up with half the crap NRC throws at you. If anything, those scars just show how tough as hell you are and that you’ve overcome all sorts of stuff. It’s really amazing of you.”

Deuce hadn’t realized as he sang his praises about you, a small smile curled on his lips and his vibrant peacock green eyes sparkled with pure admiration for you. You stared back at him, stunned, and it was until after a good minute or so he realized he was staring at you like some fool.

He apologizes once again, but you laugh and calm him. You offer your thanks with such the warmest expression and voice you could muster and Deuce could feel his stomach doing insane acrobatics. Yeah, if anyone looked at you and thought you were a menace, they’re a complete chump.

The Savanaclaw dorm could be quite the hot and humid place, coming to temperatures that could almost rival that in Scarabia. Though it was to be expected with it being fashioned after the homeland of the King of Beasts.

Leona was familiar with the weather of course, not being a stranger to lazing about in his room with the sun shining down on him. In fact, he rather much liked it. You on the other hand, were a curious case.

Even in this weather, you refused to wear anything that showed off too much. Not a single inch of skin would dare be shown. Now Leona wouldn’t really mind this, you do you. However… This did get in the way of some important bonding time in the form of afternoon naps and cuddles.

Usually the two of you would be more than fine having your little romantic moments on NRC grounds, be it in the botanical gardens or wherever else was a comfortable spot. But you wouldn’t even get near him in his own room? Where was the logic in that?

“Oi, herbivore. What are you doing all the way over there? Get over here.” “But Leona, it’s too hot…” “Then take off some of that heavy stuff you’re wearing.”

He immediately hones in on how you stiffen a little at the request, but you change the topic, trying to tease him if he’s eagerly trying to see you naked. How scandalous~ What you didn’t expect was his blunt answer of, “And what if I am?”

One part of you was taken aback by your partner’s bold choice of words. But the other part of you immediately went into a dreadful spiral. Shame reared its ugly head and you mentally cursed at its presence. Leona sighs.

“I won’t push you, obviously. But it has me wonderin’. What’s eating you so much that it makes you quiver like a mouse in front of me? Do you hate the idea of being around me with little on, that much?” He raises a brow. “What no, no, of course not. You know I like being around you Leona, god, it’s just– I have these… Scars…” Leona’s eyes narrow. “You think having scars is unsightly?”

You immediately wanted to slap yourself on the mouth for that. You’ve gotten so used to being around Leona you had forgotten his own scar that sits upon the corner of his eye. Not to mention the literal King of Beasts being a figure who wore his scar proudly too.

“I’m so sorry, that’s not where I was getting at. I’m so used to hiding my own scars back home, it’s second nature in me to always assume they’re something ugly. I wish I could be tougher like you and just be comfortable in my own skin, not worrying what others say…”

Leona sighs and he gets up from his bed to approach you. He kneels to be at a level where he’s not being intimidating and he looks you straight in the eye. “I’ll tell you right now, if anyone ever tries to bring you down just because of your scars, you have every right to knock them the hell out. If you can’t do it, I’ll gladly do it for you. Nobody ain’t got the right to look down on us just cuz our skin is damaged, alright? Just means we’ve been through harder things and that we’ve got thicker skin, yeah?”

You nod solemnly, “Yeah…” You gaze at Leona and gingerly your hand brushes over the scar he bears. You lead his one hand to wherever your own scar is and let him feel the healed skin that has yet to fade. You both have your stories in how you got them, but you had all the time in the world to share them in due time. Instead, the silence of showing them without judgment was already enough.

A similar situation with Leona. You often find yourself hanging out with Jamil often in the arid weather of the Scarabia dorm, but you can’t bring yourself to really shed much of your clothing out of fear of your scars being seen.

You’d often hang out in the shade, never really joining the rest of the dorm under the sun whenever Kalim wanted to play around in the open courtyard or in the sands.

Though this wasn’t too bad as not far from you, Jamil would stay in the shadows too, keeping a vigil eye on the rest of the dorm. However, you would sometimes feel his gaze fall on you from time to time between his watches. A quiet question he asked often was if you were too hot or needed anything to cool off.

You told him you were fine and you urged him to not worry about you. But the way you kept wiping sweat from your brow and fanning yourself with your hand was enough for him to walk off and come back with an ice cold glass of water.

Before you could insist that you were okay, he would immediately rebuttal that he didn’t want to deal with a Prefect succumbing to heatstroke in his dorm. He already had enough on his plate, to which you relented and allowed the Vice Leader to fuss over you.

Eventually the evening hours would finally come and the chill of a desert night would blow over the dorm. You sighed in absolute relief at the cooler temperatures but the day’s worth of sweat still lingering on your skin felt too gross to ignore.

While a big dinner occurred in the dorm, you snuck off to the empty courtyard’s fountain. You shed most of your layers to expose your skin just enough to wash the sweat away. However, a surprised “Ah!” immediately has you straightened up and staring at a wide-eyed Viper around the corner.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to catch you like this…!” However his apology doesn’t reach you as you swiftly put your things back on to hide yourself. Something that Jamil notices right away. “No, no, it’s fine, I’m sorry you had to see my scars. They’re rough to look at, I know…”

Jamil tilts his head as he crosses his arms. “I don’t think they are, if I have to be honest. I was apologizing for seeing you without your shirt on. Nobody wants to be caught like that.”

You are surprised by his calmness, something that is oddly rather comforting. You are more used to the looks of shock or even fright when others see your scars, but Jamil is stoic. He treats you normally and doesn’t gawk at the features you would rather hide.

He beckons you to follow after him. “C’mon. If you want to freshen up, I’ll take you somewhere more private. We have some spare clothes too if you want to change.”

You take him up on his offer and follow right after him. Two souls drifting through the shadows of the hall as the distant sound of merry-making echoed far off. A comfortable silence fills the space between you and it calms your anxious heart.

“Jamil… Thank you. This meant a lot. More than you know.” Jamil brings his hand up to pull his hood lower and for a moment, you swore you caught a flustered look in his eye. “Don’t mention it.”

Vil was a bit intrigued when one day, Ramshackle’s own Prefect had approached him for make-up advice. More specifically, on the top of coverage to mask blemishes or imperfection.

Vil was more than happy to give a good lecture on the importance of finding a good concealer while also being aware of color correction and whatnot. He even goes far as to recommend various brands that are effective or easy to buy depending on your preference.

You thank him for his advice and Vil feels pretty happy in himself for helping you out. If anyone was willing to put in the work to understand the intricacies of make-up and be bold enough to ask him, then who was he to deny you? Plus, of course you would have to come to him. His pride wouldn’t allow him to let you turn to anybody else for beauty advice.

He would notice right away that you looked a bit more confident in your outings, be it in class or messing around with your fellow classmates. Even since the day he gave his advice, he can only surmise that maybe you putting on make-up was making you feel better nowadays. Something the Dorm Leader couldn’t help but to grin a bit at.

Though one day, your once confident expression melted away when a mean-spirited prank caught you off guard. A bunch of older students decided to mess around with the magicless Prefect by splashing dirty mop water on you. But their smirks shifted to looks of disgust when they noticed something off about you.

“Ew, what’s going on with their skin?” “Is that make-up? No way, you were trynna cover up those ugly scars? It’s gonna take more than make-up to fix that!”

Never had Vil appeared out of the blue so fast. His scathing glare was all it took for those bullies to immediately shut their mouths. They didn’t even have a chance to escape as Vil was more than willing to use his magic to stop them in their tracks and curse them for good measure too. They can reflect on their horrid behavior by lying stone-still in the courtyard for the whole afternoon.

Vil took you by the hand to take you to a bathroom, making sure no one would dare to disturb him while he worked. Vil wouldn’t be caught dead without an emergency make-up bag and with practiced motions, Vil easily got to work on re-doing your make-up himself.

“Vil, I’m so sorry, please don’t worry about me.” “What are you apologizing for? If anyone has to apologize, it’s those ruffians for daring to ruin your look.” “But… You had to see my–” “You think I would be frightened off so easily by appearances alone? Please, you should know me better by now.”

A comforting quiet fell over you two as Vil applied the make-up with such a gentle hand and careful eye. Eventually, he’d be finished and took a step back to appreciate his handiwork. “There, good as new.”

You look into a nearby mirror, amazed at his work in such a quick time. “Thank you! B-but I have to ask… Why did you help me? I thought you didn’t like unsightly things.”

Vil’s brows furrowed. “What was unsightly was that tasteless prank done on you. Ugly actions taken because of ugly motives. You, little spudling, made the effort to find your own confidence through a new medium. I understand the pains of not truly enjoying your own body from time to time, I really do. What I detest is if people wallow in that sadness and stay stagnant. You didn’t. You sought out help, you learned how to apply those skills, and felt better, no? I hope there will be a day when you can feel confident enough to love your imperfections… But for now, what’s more charming than a shy sprout reaching for the light out of the shadows?”

Let’s be honest here. Sebek is not one for subtlety or knowing when to be gentle with words. It was by pure accident that he managed to catch you when you had your guard down, scars out in the open.

Like the lightning he embodied, Sebek overwhelmed you by how quick and loud he acted. He was right in your space, concern heavy on his brow, and a deep frown on his lips. “WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU, HUMAN!? ARE YOU INJURED!? WHO DID THIS!?”

You were still digesting the fact that Sebek was fretting over you before you reassured him that you were fine. These were past scars, not recent ones, you explained.

Still that didn’t stop his severe expression as he looked at your scars with genuine worry. It was a testament that despite his brash nature, Sebek was a lot more sincere than he realized. How he reacted was a far cry from what you would usually get.

Looks of pity, awkwardness, even fear or disgust. Yet Sebek, instead of putting on a façade, truly showed a great concern over your well-being. You even had to poke a finger between his brows to keep him from wearing such a stressed expression.

“Stop creasing your brow like that, you’ll get wrinkles.” “Wrinkles are the least of my worries right now! Your scars, if they look that severe, did you not have a proper way to heal them back then?”

It’d be up to you whether or not you reveal to him the stories of your scars. Whatever path you choose, keeping it secret or opening your heart to him, Sebek will take it in stride with understanding. Whatever was your choice, it would be an honorable one in his eyes

“There are many stories back in the Briar Valley, where strong warriors would sustain the worst of injuries. They would receive scars that the common folks would fear. Yet they don’t know the whole story of how those warriors did so much to protect the kingdom and the people they loved. You’re strong to take on whatever foe that has given you those scars. They’re a symbol of your strength to keep fighting. It is a commendable feat, even for a human such as yourself.”

Again, you find yourself gawking at Sebek and his words. Something he notices as he flusters and demands why you’re staring at him. You then laugh and smile as bright as the sun.

“You know what? You’re a sweetheart~” “I AM NOT SWEET! I WAS SHARING A PIECE OF BRIAR VALLEY HISTORY AND YOU THINK THAT IS SWEET!?” “It’s sweet because I know you’re trying to comfort me and I really appreciate it.”

Your words have the crocodile grumbling, but the way his cheeks and ears turned red told you otherwise. You were so charmed by him, you didn’t even notice how you still kept your scars unhidden. In Sebek’s presence, you felt comfortable enough to lay them out in the open.

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In which Shopkeep puts themself on blast for being a catboy lover. That’s it. That’s the whole post. More to come maybe? -Shopkeep

Cat Shifter AU

The Cat

Azul didn’t have the best start when he came under your ownership. When you first saw him, he was a thin, ugly little cat with so much matted fur, fleas, and could barely open his eyes from how crusty they were.

He didn’t even have the strength to fight you. Only letting out a pitiful hiss as you took him in your arms and you brought him back to your place.

It definitely took a lot of TLC to bring Azul to where he is now. Really having to shave him down, bathe him, and taking him immediately to the proper vet. You were sent home with medicine and the best food to get him to a proper weight.

For the first few weeks, Azul didn’t move from hiding under your bed or wherever he could squeeze himself into. You would leave food and water out for him and you know he’s eating in secret, but every time you glanced at him in his hiding place, he spits and hisses up a storm.

It took patience and a lot of gentle coaxing before slowly and surely, the cat slipped out. He gave a sniff, a gentle headbutt to the hand, and the rest was history.

Nowadays, everyone can see clearly that this once ugly cat transformed into a gorgeous, fluffy Ragdoll. Also, Azul is attached to you like glue.

Every room, from the living room to the bathroom, that cat follows after your heels. If he doesn’t see you, he starts screaming until he can see you again. Leaving for work really became a hassle as he would be yowling to the heavens before sulking in defeat, awaiting your return.

Let’s face it, Azul would be a chunky cat. He is so fussy about his food and will absolutely complain unless you have a specific brand of fatty cat food that he loves. You’ve tried desperately to get him on a diet for your vet’s sake but he whines horribly and goes on food strikes.

Surprisingly adores being dressed up. Vests, bowties, little hats, he allows it. Dare say, maybe even enjoy it as he basks in your attention. There is one piece of clothing he will not part with ever though and that’s your collar for him. A purple bow tie with a bell and his nametag. You can absolutely hear him from a mile away with his jingling. 

The Boy

So… What to do when one day, you come home and don’t see your beloved Ragdoll coming to greet you? You walk up the stairs quietly, expecting to see your little friend asleep in your bed, but no. There’s a handsome, silver haired man curled up snuggly while wearing your clothes.

But the kicker is the pair of cat ears atop his head, the fluffy matching tail, and the exact same collar Azul wears around his neck. It doesn’t take rocket science for you to figure out what the hell is going on.

You had to stop yourself from getting the wind knocked outta you from this strange predicament you found yourself in. You clutched the door frame to hold yourself and that was enough for Azul’s ear to twitch and he’s immediately up.

Those familiar vibrant blue eyes that always greets you everyday look so strange being on this guy’s face, but you don’t feel frightened. If anything, the more frightened one was the catboy before you.

His hands reached out to stop you, but hesitated. His hands shook terribly and his body language screamed “being in panic”.

“M-master, wait! I-I can explain! Wait, no, can I even call you master in the first place? Agh, I swear, I-I can fix this please… Just don’t…” The guy was already in tears before he could choke out the rest of his statement. He’s sobbing and you’re instantly beside him, tentatively offering comfort, albeit with some awkwardness.

“Hey, hey! It’s gonna be okay! Don’t cry! Uhmm… Azul? Azul is that you?” He nods meekly and you let out a slow exhale of breath. “Hoooo… Okay, figured. This is a lot to take in.”

“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry for being disgusting… I’m so sorry for being a freak. I’ll always stay in my cat form and be good, just please, I beg you, don’t throw me away… Please.” “What!? Throw you away? Who said I would throw you away, Azul?” “... My last owners did.”

Turns out the reason why Azul was all alone outside in the first place was that his owners kicked him when they realized he was a shifter. They caught him in his humanoid form one day and chased him out, thinking he was a monster. It makes you realize the reason for Azul's anxiety whenever you leave. A fear of being abandoned again.

You spend a lot of time with Azul in his new form, getting to know his past and truly reassuring him that there’s nothing to fear. You have no intention of throwing him out when he clearly can’t fend for himself. Sure there may be changes in your relationship, but he can definitely stay.

This sends Azul in another crying fit and you have to calm him down again. That night, Azul turned back into his cat form and didn’t leave your sleeping form, purring up a storm the whole night.

Life Together

Overall, life with shifter Azul is pretty a-okay. He is a very good kitty and he’s very proud of his status as your good boy. Thrives off your praise and attention, be it in cat form or boy form.

Listens to your orders faithfully whenever you want him in a certain form for your comfort. Legit if you said the word, “I never wanna see your human form if I’m around,” he will actually follow that to a T. If you just want your pet cat, you WILL get your pet cat.

You learn that in the past, Azul used to be a show cat. Which makes a lot of sense considering how pretty he is as a cat and why he’s so willing to accessorize for you. He eagerly offers his skills for you and that he can rake in cash.

You decided to go for it, going to various cat shows, showing off Azul and immediately people were swarming to do deals with you. Advertisements, social media, heck maybe a cat cameo on TV. It was scary how well Azul would guide you to accept certain deals or not, but he was making ends meet.

Just as much as he liked dressing up as a cat, Azul would try on any clothes you bought for his human form. Or if you just want him to be wearing your clothes, you can certainly go down that path too. But again, the collar stays no matter what.

Your biggest #1 fan. There’s not a day where he isn’t singing your praises, being so happy in your presence and adoring every second you’re around. It honestly can be overwhelming with how clingy he is and you have to tell him to slow down if you’re not into that kind of affection.

Though as much as you liked having Azul around, you did know how incredibly lonely he got when you needed to leave the house. You wonder to yourself, would it be a good idea to get him a friend? Or maybe two…?

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Hello! Would it be alright to request headcanons for Leona, Jamil, and Vil reacting to being woken up from a dream about their crush right before they're about to finally smooch or something.

Leona, Jamil, and Vil Rudely Awakened From A Lovely Dream

Leona is often in the land of dreams due to his constant napping of course. So having a dream (or more!) about a certain herbivore wasn’t that hard to come by.

Perhaps one dream, he finds himself lazing about near a lush watering hole in the Sunset Savana. The sun was sailing past the horizon, giving way to another beautiful twilight that the savanna was famous for.

His ear twitches and he sees a very familiar face approaching him from the tall grass. But that’s funny… They have– a pair of lion ears and a tail? But since this was a dream, Leona didn’t feel like this was wrong.

His herbivore, or well, his fellow lion? Joined his side, not being shy in cuddling up next to him and rubbing their head against his cheek. Leona felt shocked, but he didn’t reel away from them either. Instead he returned their affections with equal head bumps.

His crush began to talk about mundane things like how his family was, how beautiful the savanna was, but then a very interesting piece of info reached his ears.

”I hope when our wedding ceremony takes place, it’ll happen right at this perfect time, we’ll kiss when the sun meets the land…”

One part of Leona’s brain was buffering at that but the other part, his dream self, going with the flow thinking of course, he and his crush were getting married. Duh!

“What’s stopping us from kissing right now?” And his beloved laughed merrily, a sound that made his heart flutter. They drew close, wanting to share a moment of intimacy and that’s when the dream stops.

“Leona! C’mon! Time to wake up!” Ruggie’s familiar voice calls out.

For some reason, that afternoon, Ruggie had to deal with the most annoyed and stubborn Leona has ever been. He even shoved some extra tasks onto Ruggie just to be petty and Ruggie was left confused and annoyed too with Leona’s sudden tantrum.

Jamil had to get some rest after dealing with stressful school work and dealing with Kalim’s antics. He crawled onto his bed, promising himself to only take a nap for 15 or 30 minutes.

Jamil usually had dreamless sleeps or if he did dream, he couldn’t recall what he dreamt of the moment he woke up. But strangely now, he could see fragments in his sleep-addled mind.

He was wandering the familiar halls of the Al-Asim home. The bright white halls and floor remind him of the days where he would chase after Kalim when they were younger.

The drapes near the open windows fluttered wildly, creating a sea of silk and wind. A flutter of silk crossed his vision and when it settled, he saw his crush standing in the hall. They smiled at him. A hand beckons him closer.

He crosses the hall, not minding the warm winds that coiled around him nor the soft drapes whipping against him. He felt a compulsion to be with the object of his affections.

They meet in the middle. Their hands reach to hold his face so gently, tenderly. Jamil feels so vulnerable under their gaze but at the same time, so content and greedy to have their eyes only on him.

They draw close, lips only a breath away from meeting Jamil. But the dream is whisked away from him in one fell swoop as knocking jolts him awake. A familiar voice calls out to him. “Jamil? Are you awake?”

Just another offense on the laundry list of things that Kalim does to grate his nerves. He’s quick to get out of bed to meet with Kalim, albeit a crease is present on his brow the whole time.

”Mm? Jamil? Are you okay? We can put off studying together if you’re not feeling well!” “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing, come on. We can’t skimp out on this with how much you struggle with Alchemy…”

Though as Jamil tries to be focused to tutor Kalim, his fingers often reach up to try and remember the ghostly sensation of a kiss nearly touching him. It’s a feeling that keeps haunting him the whole day, really throwing his groove off.

Even in the world of dreams, Vil can’t help that his subconscious plays everything out like a theatrical movie.

Tonight’s showing seems to be about a lone knight traveling to some kind of kingdom. It’s an out of body experience as he watches over the knight like a ghost. They both make their way into a castle and the scene shifts.

Suddenly it’s a grand ball with the loveliest costumes and extravagant decor all around, an air of dedance fills the whole place.

All eyes shift to the star of the dream and Vil is shocked upon seeing himself, dressed for gods and face painted like a masterpiece. No longer a ghost, now he took control of his elegant form.

He descends the stairs, head held high, and a figure comes to meet him at the bottom of the grand staircase. It’s a very familiar face he knows all too well. His crush. His knight has come to sweep him away.

Music fills his senses and the crowd vanishes. It’s only just him and his love, dancing away, and their bodies pressed close to one another. “You are much too kind, my king. Allowing a lowly vassal a dance.” “Indeed, I am. But your actions for this kingdom speak louder than your station. I reward you because I see your hard work.”

Suddenly Vil is dipped dramatically into a romantic pose, their knight so close to his face. “Then if I were to work by your side for the rest of my life, shall you award me with a kiss?” “Bold words. What would happen if I brought this kingdom to its knees?” “Then I would happily drink poison from your lips if you wish me dead, my liege…”

Such passionate words were about to be sealed with a kiss, but before the story reached its climax, Vil was awoken to his scheduled alarm. It was time to wake up and start his daily routine.

As he reached over for his phone to turn off the alarm, it was a wonder how the device didn’t just wither on the spot with how venomously he glared at it. That entire morning, everyone just knew to not get in Vil’s way while he tended to his duties…

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Hi your rules link doesn't work but I really want to request if any of this is against the rules please ignore

My request is for Leona Jamil and Silver(my favourite boys) where they overhear reader gush about how attractive they are not realising the boys are listening

Female reader if you can please

Hope you don't mind that while in the middle of writing, my brain just automatically made the reader vague in their gender. Also I'm not sure if I wrote Jamil well enough. He's still an enigma to me, weeps. -Shopkeep

Leona, Jamil, and Silver Overhear MC Gushing About Them

Perhaps Leona is in his usual napping spot in the botanical gardens. He’s hidden away behind a number of bushes or plant life, lazing about under the shade of a nearby tree. He’s dozing away until his ear flicks to hear a couple of familiar voices.

It’s you, the herbivore, alongside your annoying cat companion. It seems like the two of you were chatting away about school daily life. Particularly about a practice match that Savanaclaw recently took part in.

“Man, I swear, with each passing day, those guys in Savanaclaw keep gettin’ rougher and rougher!” Grim whines. “I wouldn’t be surprised if one day, they just eat someone alive in the middle of the field!”

Leona’s ear flicks in slight annoyance at that comment. You laugh though and try to reason with Grim that the boys in Savanaclaw are working harder than ever to make up for their loss at the last Spelldrive tournament. You sigh, bemoaning that you were sad one particular student didn’t show for practice.

At this, Leona would listen in curiously despite his eyes being shut the whole time. “Ugh, I wish I could have seen him work out today. Seeing him be hot like usual would have given me energy…” Grim made a violent gagging noise.

“Ugh, can you please not fawn over that lazy lion when I’m around! What do you even see in that guy…” Now THAT caught his attention. A sly smile would curl on his lips and without alerting the two Ramshackle students, Leona would stand tall behind you and Grim. Particularly, he’s leaning over you like a hunter leering down on his prey.

“And here I thought your head was always in the clouds, herbivore. Who knew you were keepin’ such a close eye on someone.” You instantly whirl around at the sound of his voice. He’s already leaned down to your level, his poison green eyes locked with yours. “Now… What’s this about you finding a certain ‘lazy lion’ hot?”

I pray for you, dear reader, because Leona would not let you live it down that you find him attractive. He would tease you at any given moment just to watch you adorably get flustered. Like a cat toying with a darling mouse~

Jamil was in the midst of a break from his classes. He was idly leaning against a nearby column in the school hallways, observing as students conversed and walked around.

He would usually be with Kalim but the boy had run off without him, saying he wanted to meet up with Ramshackle Prefect. He was a bit worried that he’d get in trouble before reaching you, but thankfully his prayers were answered when he saw you both in the distance.

Jamil would draw closer but then stopped himself when a certain piece of information reached his ears. “Come on, Prefect! You should absolutely tell Jamil how you really feel! I’m sure he would be super flattered!” Jamil quickly hid in the shadows to hear this conversation go on.

“No, no, no, Kalim, I am not saying a single thing! What would I even say!? Oh, your gorgeous long hair reminds me of the finest dark silk. You looked incredibly amazing when you danced at that one feast. By the way, I was totally not checking out your muscles when you brokedance.” “Yes! You should say that!” “I was being sarcastic, Kalim! …Even though all of those are true…”

Jamil is trying so hard not to break his stealth because he is holding back laughter. He’s not laughing at you though, far from it, he finds your reaction and the fact that you find him attractive rather endearing.

Eventually he will come out of hiding, acting like he stumbled onto the both of you casually. Kalim is trying his best to act not so subtly in getting you two alone. Jamil would play along because he wants to see more of your behavior around him.

The whole time you both are alone together, Jamil would pull these slight seductions on you. Like casually brushing his hair or stretching in such a way that gives you a peek at his skin. He acts like he doesn’t notice but if he catches you staring, he smiles to himself knowingly.

You’ve charmed him, dear reader, so please be prepared to deal with a curious Viper circling you in his coils.

It just happened to occur through sheer coincidence that Silver was able to wake himself up in time to hear you chatting. He rose up from his slumber and looked around curiously. Seemed like he took a nap under a nearby tree.

He saw that you were sitting at a bench close to where he was, in the middle of feeding birds some seeds, and you were talking to the birds!

“He’s so dreamy, you know? Not because he’s sleeping all the time or anything! But just–” You sigh. “He looks like a fairytale prince out of a storybook. I wouldn’t mind being his one true love. Haha, but that’s just silly romantic stuff. He’s too busy working hard to be a knight…” The birds tweet at you, trying to encourage you with kind songs and maybe one flutters up to cuddle against your cheek. “Aww… You guys trying to cheer me up?”

Hearing those words, Silver would feel an excited patter in his chest. The way you spoke about this person, it was obvious, even for him, to know who you were talking about.

He cleared his throat to let you know he was approaching and you turned quickly to see him. Albeit with a bit of pink coloring your cheeks. Dread fills you for a moment, asking if he heard all that but he assures you that he found your words quite charming.

By now, the both of you are feeling rather flushed as you sit on the bench, the birds around you acting quite excited by these turn of events. The little animal friends would try to push you two to sit closer and talk.

You try to apologize for talking behind his back but Silver, ever the gentleman, reassures you that you’re fine. He tries to lighten up the conversation by saying some rather bashful words, saying, “I don’t see why wanting to find someone you really care for is silly… Even if he’s busy being a knight-in-training…”

It's a very sugar sweet moment between the two of you. Your romantic words caught him by surprise and just like love at first sight for a prince, he can’t help but be drawn to your sincere admiration.

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Oh oh oh, for the event could I request some HCs with Azul, Vil, & Malleus when they get transported into their respective founders fairytale? Perhaps it was a spell gone wrong, or perhaps they have always acted in their roles, either way give us some HCs about how they act in this AU/how their personalities have changed and how they deal with the ‘protagonists’ of their story! (Azul would take on the role of Ursula, Vil would become the Evil Queen, and Malleus would of course be Maleficent)

If you really wanna spice things up, Yuu/Reader can even be the protag!! (You could totally splash in some angsty pining with the boys as the ‘dark villains’ and Yuu/Reader as the ‘fated hero’)

Hope you don't mind that I kind of had it where there's a bit of pre-established relationship with the boys. -Shopkeep

Transported To Their Fairytales With Azul, Vil, Malleus and Yuu As The Hero Headcanons

Azul couldn’t even register what just happened. One moment he was standing by his cauldron and Floyd had decided it would be more exciting to toss a strange stone he found into their mixture, and now he was rousing awake.

Dim purple light bathed over him and he brought a hand up to wearily rub his eyes. He would stretch out his limbs but immediately sits up feeling one too many limbs than he counted. He looks down to see eight familiar tentacles. When did he get into the sea? Much less willingly go back into his old octopus form?

He stumbles out of his resting place and is startled seeing this unfamiliar chamber. Strange pink vegetation hung down from the ceiling, a grand cauldron rested at the center, and off to the side there seemed to be a vanity of all things?

Curiosity gets the better of him and Azul draws close to the vanity. Despite being in a familiar form, something about his body felt off. When he reaches the vanity, his suspicions are confirmed. He looks much older, a full adult! Tentatively he reaches up to his cheeks, making sure it was indeed himself.

However, his inspection is cut short when he hears voices coming to the main chamber. “Thissss way… Azul will be most pleasssed to meet you…”

Azul instinctively goes back into hiding, slipping himself back into the huge conch shell that acted as his resting place. Coming into view he sees two moray eels that remind him way too much of Jade and Floyd. Trailing behind them was something that shocks him once again. It was the Ramshackle Prefect, Yuu! But as a merfolk, complete with a shining green tail.

Azul must have been staring too much at Yuu as the two eel familiars slithered close to his shell and peeked in. Their golden eyes glimmered curiously. “Masssster Azul…? We have brought the king’s child like you assssked…”

King’s child? Like the King of Merfolk!? That King!? But Yuu wasn’t from the Coral Sea, Prince Rielle was the current royal child! Yet before Azul could spiral further in his confusion, a clear and gentle voice broke through the ominous silence of his lair. “Excuse me…? I-I heard that you can help me, Azul…”

His eyes land on the gentle Prefect he knew all too well and like a poor guppy being lured to by an angler’s trap, Azul revealed himself. Yuu gasped, yet not out of fear, but rather surprise as he felt their eyes linger on his face. He can’t stop a smirk from forming in his lips.

“What? Expecting an ugly wizard or something, angelfish?” He swims closer and Yuu looks down, embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. Uhhm, your familiars brought me here because they said you grant wishes. Is that really true?”

Where once was amusement on his lips now was replaced by bitterness. He knew all too well about making deals and granting wishes, but when it involved Yuu? He couldn’t bring himself to pull his old tricks. “I have my ways, but what kind of wish would you want? To go to the surface and meet your prince?” He nearly spat out those last words unconsciously and Yuu stiffened like they were caught red-handed.

“You have your father and your dear siblings down here, right? What about your friends? Your subjects? The sea loves you, adores you! What’s so better up there?” Azul of course knew the benefits of the surface. He would have given anything to trade his slimy tentacles for a pair of normal legs but if it meant Yuu was a world away from him… He didn’t know what to do with himself.

He didn’t realize in his spiel that he was staring right into Yuu’s eyes and Yuu looked at him worriedly. “You… Why do you look so sad?” They asked gently. His voice caught in his throat. He tried to pull back but the little merfolk drew closer, a hand reached out towards his eyes to try and wipe away tears that haven’t fallen just yet.

But a light comes over him, he feels himself being pulled up from the depths, and suddenly he’s back on the floor of the alchemy lab, gasping. The Leech brothers are gazing over him and by his side, Yuu, his Yuu, looked about to burst into tears.

“Azul…!” Yuu pulled him into a tight hug and Azul returned it in kind. Something Azul would never do in the public eye. But after his little trip, he’s more than happy to remind himself that Yuu was right there next to him.

It was a strange artifact that Crowley had decided to give to the Pomefiore dorm. It seemed to have been something connected to the Beautiful Queen so where else to better leave it than in the dorm dedicated to her?

The magical mirror sat curiously within the main lounge, Vil and Rook crowded around it to figure where to best place it. Curiously, Vil reached out to gently touch the beautiful mirror but a bright light consumed the mirror’s surface and he was suddenly dragged within.

When he opened his eyes, he was face-to-face with a stoic green face staring at him from a mirror. At first, Vil thought he had been brought before the Dark Mirror yet this face he saw did not have the lace markings his school’s mirror had.

He looked around, seeing himself within a stony room with tall columns and drapes. Where was he? He was brought out of his thoughts when the mirror spoke to him eerily. “My King. Do you not wish to ask of me something?”

King? He was a king? In the slight reflection the mirror had, Vil could see an older version of himself. Elegant, regal, and dressed so similarly to the Beautiful Queen he looked up to. Had he taken her place? What was happening? Not wanting to keep the Magic Mirror waiting, a question automatically left his lips.

“Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?” “Fame is thy beauty, Majesty. But hold, a lovely mortal I see. Rags cannot hide their gentle grace. Alas, they are more fair than thee…” A familiar venom boiled in Vil’s blood as he crossed his arms. “Alas for them. Reveal their name.” “Lips sweet as nectar. Eyes bright as the rising dawn. A servant always by your side, your Majesty. The peasant, Yuu.”

Yuu…? But that’s impossible. The one that the Beautiful Queen envied was the Snow Maiden! Not Yuu! Did they get pulled into the mirror as well? Not wanting to dally, Vil lets his legs carry him to his own throne room. He ordered for the servant Yuu to come before him. Not a moment longer and indeed, meekly standing before him like a frightened mouse was the Prefect.

Yet instead of the school’s uniform, they stood in scraped together rags. If Vil didn’t restrain himself, he would have called out for servants to immediately dress the poor Yuu in lovely, warm clothes.

But that wasn’t how the story goes. The Beautiful Queen hated the Snow Maiden, right? Did he hate Yuu too? Try as he might to find any kind of malice or envy in his heart, but alas, nothing. Only fondness that melted into sadness that he and Yuu stood on opposing sides. The Beautiful King looked off to the side, not able to look at his servant.

“Hmph… So it is true. Now that I see you before me, there is no mistaking it. You are the fairest one of all…” Yuu looks up, confused. “Your Majesty…?” “But where does that leave me? Have I not worked myself to the bone for my kingly status? All of that to be swept away because of one person alone? I should hate you, but I cannot…”

Suddenly, Yuu dared to draw close and grasped gently onto his long robes. “My King, I do not deserve such a title as the fairest one! For in my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful and most radiant!”

Even in another time and another world, Yuu’s sincerity still shone through. A gentle smile curled on his lips as a deep satisfaction ran through him. A mysterious prince didn’t come to sweep you off his feet, instead he, the supposed wicked King, was the apple of your eye. He gently stroked the servant Yuu’s head and a warm light came over him.

Suddenly Vil was back in the lounge of Pomefiore, Rook fretting over him and the door swinging open to reveal Epel and Yuu short of breath.

“Vil!” Yuu exclaimed and they came rushing to his side, clutching onto his jacket. “I heard from Epel that you disappeared into a mirror!? Are you okay? What happened?” “I’m fine, I’m fine, my fair little one,” he hushed and stroked their head. “I just– went on a little trip, you could say.”

Malleus was no stranger to using powerful spells if the time called for it. Though he was a strong magic user in his own right, that shouldn’t stop him from honing his skills. He was in the middle of trying to decipher one spell from an ancient tome straight from his grandmother. The incantation was old and strange on his tongue. When he finished it, green flames enveloped him.

One moment he was in his chambers studying, the next he was standing before a cold, lone dungeon door, his hand just opened the lock with a click. He blinked and looked to the side, seeing the expectant eyes of a raven. Instantly his mind recalls the familiar. Diablo. Yet if he was here, that would mean…

He glanced down to his form. While he was already ancient by mortal standards, he was still so young compared to the likes of Lilia and his grandmother. Now he looked like a proper mature fae. All dressed in garments fit for the very Thorn Fairy herself.

If he recalled correctly, then in this dungeon must be the Prince the Thorn Fairy imprisoned. He walked through, Diablo close behind him. Yet instead of a downhearted Prince, Malleus was shocked to see Yuu, his precious human, in chains.

He had half the mind to not break those bonds immediately and cursed his alternate self for daring to put such offending things on his Child of Man. But he remembered, again, this was an alternate self. He approached the royal, who looked up at him with calm, but righteous anger. A part of Malleus ached.

Even if this wasn’t his Yuu, to be regarded with such distaste by someone like them made him want to hide away and never show his face ever again. He should be saying something, anything, but he just stared at the royal Yuu with an unreadable expression.

“What? Have you come to mock me? Torture me? If so, do it now and spare me the shame,” Yuu hissed. Diablo cawed in anger, but Malleus held up his hand to calm the bird. “No, I have not come to do any of that. I came to ask a question…” Yuu raised a brow at the Thorn Fae.

“You know that I am a powerful being. A force with the powers of hell at my fingertips. Yet you still fight. The princess should be of no concern to you. You can live in your kingdom in peace for I have no quarrel with your people. So why do you still fight for her? Do you truly love her?”

There’s a moment of contemplation. For a moment, there’s uncertainty in Yuu’s eyes if they loved the Sleeping Princess, but determination roared in Yuu.

“I’m not sure if I can answer on matters of the heart. But I do know this. I won’t stand for someone who goes this far in their personal grudges! If a quarrel was what you wanted, you should have had it with the king! Not the innocent princess!”

Ah, even in a different world, Yuu’s intentions were simple, but always selfless. Didn’t even have the intentions of rescuing the princess for her affections. Silently, Malleus tapped his staff and both Yuu and Diablo would gasp as the shackles were undone. Malleus turned his back on Yuu.

“Then if you think yourself a hero, go. Prove yourself to me. But know this, I will not give up so easily…” He trails off and mutters to himself, “For you at least. I won’t lose you to some little princess…”

“You… You’re not him,” it was Malleus’ turn to be shocked and he turned to the royal Yuu who looked at him keenly. “The Thorn Fae would never do this. I can see it in you. There’s something different. Who are you?”

Malleus couldn’t respond as flames enveloped him once more. The royal Yuu reached out and instinctively, he did too. The hand that met his though, was something much more familiar. “Malleus!” That was his Child of Man’s voice.

Malleus was pulled through a ring of fire and into the arms of Prefect Yuu. Around him, Silver, Sebek, and Lilia crowded around him instantly. All of them chatted worriedly, something about him disappearing because of a spell. He didn’t hear them though as he was too busy admiring his little human who looked up at him worriedly.

His hand comes up to gently hold their cheek. “Do you make it a habit to charm royals no matter where you are, my sweet?” “Wh-what?” “Mmm… Nothing. Just a thought~”

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How about a scenario for a soulmate au with Azul and the reader? :D I've always loved the ones where they share a red string of fate, but you can go with any kind of soulmate au if it strikes your fancy! Have fun~

As a filthy Octavinelle enjoyer, this scenario had me smiling internally like a fool. Hope you guys have fun reading this! -Shopkeep

Funny Thing Called Fate

It’s been a fact in the world of Twisted Wonderland that one’s fated will always be connected by special strings. Some may find their soulmates in the form of family tied by soft green. Others find it in friends, tied by a golden yellow. Then there is the most coveted and heart-racing of the three, the red string tied by romance. Everyone could see each other’s string, though very faintly compared to one’s own string of fate. All strings led somewhere, either far off in the horizon or maybe around the corner! Yet… Azul Ashengrotto was a peculiar case. Though he had the treasured red string of fate tied to his ring finger, the string that was supposed to lead him to his one and only stopped abruptly and faded out a couple feet away from him. It wasn’t a case of a string being broken because of a partner’s death. That would be more obvious with the string being frayed or damaged.

His just– disappeared.

No one could really give the answer of why it acted this way. It was a sore subject for the octomer, being just another piece of fuel for his tormentors. Long had Azul given up on the notion of finding his fated one. It was another strike for him against why never believed in such shaky beliefs like fate or chance. What he believed in was results, a tangible truth. Not some pesky string that tauntingly fluttered from his finger. Azul could already feel his brow twitch in irritation as he could already see a number of sappy scenes playing out around campus. It didn’t take even a few steps for Azul to keep seeing fated partners meeting. New best friends hugging each other excitedly or the awkward, blushing talk between newfound lovers. It made the guy want to pull his hair out.

“Hehehe, Azul’s looking like a boiled octopus.”

“Your complexion is getting rather red and strained.”

Azul whirled around to see two familiar faces and their gleaming smiles under the shade of their ceremonial hoods.

“Jade. Floyd. Where have you two been? I was wondering where you two ran off to.”

“Of course we were keeping an eye out on the prospective freshmen. After all, there’s so much– potential to be privy to,” Jade assured with an eerie grin, placing his hand upon his chest. From his pinky, a bright green string connected Jade to his brother. Of course it would make sense from what those two had gone through that their soulmate was each other in a familial sense.

“Yeah, yeah! Some of them kinda look fun to play with, even if they’re all just a bunch of anchovies,” Floyd drawled in.

“Mmm, good. Well, that’ll be enough monitoring. It’s better we see who will truly make it within Octavinelle and go from there. We should start making our way to the Mirror Chamber promptly. The ceremony will be starting soon.”

“Of course.”

“Alrighty~”

With that, the trio marched off to take their places within the Dark Mirror’s sanctum. Things moved on as usual with every entrance ceremony. Names were called, dorms assigned, and everyone filed in like little ducks in a row. Azul made sure to keep a mental note of every name and face that was assigned to his dorm. Jade sure was to follow in his lead, probably filing away in that steel trap mind of his. Floyd, well, Floyd was being Floyd. Azul could feel the mereel practically squirming in his seat. He desperately wanted to run out and do something much more exciting than sitting around, but every time he rustled a bit too much, Jade offered soft words to soothe his twin. Which Floyd actually complied to. How Jade does it every time, Azul could only imagine.

Fortunately, it seemed like things were going to wrap up, but the Headmage seemed perturbed by something. His claw lifted, mentally counting coffins and boys then looking at one particular coffin that almost looked– burnt? The Headmage whispered something to one of the teachers and suddenly stode out the door. Students murmured among themselves, curious to the abrupt departure of the Headmage as one teacher spoke up, shushing the crowd. It was a curious turn of events, but nothing to write home about. So Azul and many other students waited and waited. Some started to declare their annoyance of waiting while others wondered why their Headmage left in a hurry. Azul sighed but then, something felt funny to him. He started to fan himself, feeling flushed all of a sudden. His pulse quickened and his chest squeezed tightly.

The tweels instantly noticed this and looked at Azul curiously. “Azul?” Jade piped up. “Are you alright?”

“I…” Azul gasped. “I don’t know. I-I feel strange…” It wasn’t a panic attack, no. He didn't feel impending dread. Rather quite the opposite. Like something big was going to happen, something beneficial, like how he mastered his first spell or when he was able to crack a certain magical seal way back when he was younger. What was getting him so excited? As Azul tried desperately to calm his racing heart, Floyd was watching something else occur.

“Azuuuul…” Floyd called out. “Your string…!”

That quickly caught his attention and he looked down at his ring finger. Indeed, the red string that coiled around him was glowing a vibrant red. It was so bright that it was earning him a few curious glances. Azul looked between the twins frantically, his eyes asking them of what to do, but Jade and Floyd looked back with equal confusion. Just then, the doors to the Mirror Chamber burst open, Crowley announcing his return but he was not alone. An unaccounted student was by his side and when Azul laid eyes on them, something clicked. In a burst of red sparkles, his red string came to life, weaving itself longer and longer until it suddenly tied itself to the new student.

The student yelped when the string tied itself neatly on their own ring finger and looked at it in bewilderment. The student followed the string all the way to Azul who openly gawked at them, his glasses hilariously askew. It didn’t even register to Azul that the entire room just saw that happen.

“Oh! Well, hm, that was certainly something,” Crowley coughed and leaned over to the student to whisper, “that’s Azul Ashengrotto, by the way. I’ll let you two talk after your dorm assignment…”

“Uhhm, okay…?” They muttered, being guided by Crowley past Azul as if that whole magical event didn’t dazzle everyone. Everyone chattered in hushed tones, most directed towards the reddening Azul who was trying so hard not to curl up into his own robes to hide.

“Should we start thinking ahead for your marriage expenses?” Jade chuckled through a wide smile.

“Where you planning the honeymoon, Azul~?” Floyd followed, mirroring his twin.

Azul so desperately wanted to shut those eels��� mouths shut along with every gossiping student right now. He could feel a headache coming up from the damage control he was going to have to. While publicity was nice for the Lounge, he didn’t like it on himself! Did he really have to talk with this mysterious student? Could he really go back on all his denial of not believing in these stupid strings? And Great Seven, he could feel already that the twins were never going to live this down. Yet when his fated partner glanced over their shoulder to look back at him, cheeks rose, and a gaze so full of sincere curiosity for him and him alone, Azul was a goner. All the things he read, all the songs, all the talk of how wonderful meeting your partner of fate was, it all made perfect sense.

Correcting past misconceptions was good business practice, right?

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Shopkeeper! My congratulations on reaching 700! Next time you check your follower count, I hope that it will be 1,000 (or more).

For the event, how about Vampire AU with the Octotrio. Headcannons on how would they react to their s/o who is a vampire hunter who was tasked on hunting them?

I'm not going to lie. As soon as I saw vampire, I knew I was going to have brain rot. So pardon that this request went off the walls. Fair warning! Talk of blood, gore, and scary things because vampire shenanigans! -Shopkeep

Vampire AU With The Octavinelle Dorm and A Hunter S/O

As a man already working within the shadows and night, being turned into a vampire was nothing too drastic to his lifestyle outside of y’know, craving for blood. At least the heightened senses and strength was a plus.

A vampire more in-tune with magical aspects of it you could say like turning into mist, having control over elemental forces, and hypnosis. Cannot stand flying or the transformation aspects, especially going into a more monstrous feral form.

Azul was a turned vampire. He was attacked by a bloodthirsty vampire and was on death’s door, but the twins aided him and with his consent, changed him to a vampire. Since that day, Azul had become a new “brother” for the twins as he was taken in under the Leech House for his protection.

If a vampire did not work under a certain house, they were considered Strays and were susceptible to being picked off by a House vampire.

Azul adapted well under the Leech house, working seamlessly into their gang way of living, and it helped that he was quite close to the twin heirs.

The Leech House had very strong and surprising connections, one of them being to a seedier Hunter Clan. Unlike other Clans that hunted supernaturals for the good of the human race, this particular clan was willing to hunt supernaturals for other supernaturals if they paid a good fee.

That’s how Azul met with them, the Hunter. The Leeches were well-paying patrons of Hunter, often going to them to take care of hits against certain other Vampire Houses that have stepped on their toes.

Azul was sent to ask for a commission from Hunter but when he stepped through the doors to talk with them privately, he had to stop himself from salivating all over the floor. Looked like the Hunter had just got back from another job and were still in the midst of healing themselves. Their injuries were fresh with blood.

Now Azul was pretty good at keeping his urges in check but this Hunter’s blood smelled divine and he was starting to lose it. Hunter was quicker though, grabbed a blood bag from their mini-fridge and jammed it in his mouth. “Suck on that. I’m not out here trynna get my neck bit.”

Ever since that moment there has been an– odd relationship going on between Azul and Hunter. Azul tries to offer better rewards next to the Leech House’s typical paycheck. Access to certain vampire information, maybe some magical help, etc. But of course all at a certain price, namely a taste of Hunter’s blood.

Most of the time Hunter straight up rejects Azul’s advances and just grabs the paycheck. But there have been desperate situations where Hunter offered their blood via their wrist and Azul was on it like a starving man. Didn’t help that he absolutely looked way too good lapping up the puncture wounds and flicking his eyes up, his once pretty blue eyes now a striking red.

Meetings became more frequent due to constant contact and you can imagine that things got a bit more intimate between Azul and the Hunter. As much as the Hunter loathed to admit it. Wrist bites traveled further up and up until the most intimate of bites occurred, the classic bite on the neck.

When Azul marked the Hunter as his, it was very loving, but passionate. Something you would expect from a romanticist’s idea of a vampire’s bite. Azul silently vowed with that bite that he’d protect his Hunter no matter what, even if the Hunter had to turn their silver gun on him.

Azul knew that they loved him by the way the gun trembled in their hand and they couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. It was a far cry from the Hunter who got their jobs done quickly and efficiently. He had no fear in striding up to them, pushing the gun away, and gently holding his lover’s shoulder.

“Why do you always take on things by yourself…?” “Azul, I– I didn’t know what to do. They would kill my friends… My family… Everyone, if I didn’t take this job. I got so scared, I’m such a coward. I’m so sorry for doing this…” Azul would hold his Hunter close and let them weep on his shoulder. He kissed their head and hushed them, reassuring that everything was going to be okay now. Yet what they didn’t see was the dangerous look in his reddened eyes. A look that promised to destroy whoever dared to threaten his dear Hunter.

A natural born vampire and one of the twin Heirs to the Leech House, an infamous group of vampires known for their connections, influence, and power both to humans and the supernatural.

Originally, it was thought that Jade would be the next sole leader for the Leeches but he outright refused unless Floyd would also be given the same inheritance as him. Their father and mother didn’t see any issue despite some protests from the other older vampires.

If anything, one twin kept an eye on the other to ensure none of them took the Leeches down a wrong path.

Jade and Floyd definitely have a twin connection that has some otherworldly qualities to it. It gets uncanny to the point that it honestly feels like they’re just one soul shared between two bodies. Understanding each other without saying anything, knowing the pin-point location of their twin based on instinct, their powers complementing one another, etc.

When they were younger, they absolutely acted like the Twins from The Shining. Standing in the middle of long hallways, holding hands, and smiling sinisterly. Still kind of do that act even as adults minus the hand holding.

Anyway, as stated before, the Leech family works closely with a certain Hunter who can pull off some dangerous hits for a steep price. Which isn’t that bad considering the Leeches scope of wealth. Sometimes Hunter will be joined by one or both brothers during certain missions to make sure the job goes smoothly.

Hunter and Jade’s relationship can be summed up as a very friendly businessman with their reluctant business partner. Jade often tries to invite Hunter to spend more time with him and Floyd as after all, “You’re like family to us already~” Hunter shudders. “Never say that again, Leech. You and your family give me the creeps and you know it.”

Jade often likes to tease the Hunter in his own typical, morbid ways. Makes sure to remind the Hunter what would happen if they ever double-crossed his House. But what really riles him up is the idea of another House trying to entice Hunter away with a better deal.

If Hunter mentions they got a job from another Vampire house, Jade’s smile grows dangerous. “Oya? Now what would such a quaint and small House want with your skillset, my dear Hunter?” “You know that’s classified information, Jade. Plus they’re giving me a bonus of some rare ammo along with my usual commission price.” “Is that so…"

Totally doesn’t splurge in finding better monster hunting weapons to dangle over Hunter and adds that one House on his personal shit-list.

Has Jade smelled the Hunter’s blood before? Yes he has, during joint missions between him and them and Hunter gets injured. Does he show signs of losing control? No, he’s really good at hiding his hunger but as soon as Hunter leaves the room, his control is out the window. I’m talking, eyes instantly going red, drool dribbling down his chin, heavy breathing, and slicking back his hair to try and re-center himself.

There’s definitely a foundation of something more going on between Jade and the Hunter, namely in their constant back-and-forth, and it’s a game of who’s going to cave on admitting they want something more. But it would be Hunter’s secret coming out that would shift things.

That secret being they’ve had a commission to take out the Leech twin heirs for a long time now but Hunter refused to go through with it. They’ve been threatened constantly to do it and it’s getting to the point that Hunter can’t keep stalling any longer.

They had plans to escape, to keep themself out of the Leeches’ affairs any longer and a way to keep Jade safe. But that can’t happen if said heir is casually leaning against their desk, documents in his hand about the job, and Hunter’s mad scrawling on figuring out a way to escape.

“To think the day that you would actually betray us has finally come. And so soon!” “Jade, it’s not what it–” “Oh I could care less about your job to murder me and my brother.” “Wh-what…?” He smiles sinisterly with his eyes closed. “It’s how you think you could hide this from me that angers me~ Other vampires daring to threaten you? Trying to leave me behind while you escape into the night? As if I wouldn’t hunt you down to the very ends of the earth? Do you think so little of me?”

Jade is practically driving Hunter up against a wall as he stares dead into them and Hunter has no words. “Hmmm, first we need to get rid of these pests that have been hovering over you... [sighs] I should have bitten you a long time ago to make you mine, my dear Hunter…”

The other twin heir to the Leech Family. Where Jade specializes in the more metaphysical aspects of vampiric power, Floyd is all about the physical power. I’m talking transformation into animals, better tuned to his feral vampire form, and pulling off insane stunts with his strength.

Has a monstrous pain threshold too, being able to take on horrible damages and regenerate quicker than most vampires. If anything, he thrives off the thrill of being a vampire. So much so that he purposefully fasts on blood so he can go into his feral form easily and then gorge himself by violently hunting for prey.

While he may seem like a loose cannon to the Leech family, he’s a lot more than people realize. His sharp instincts and his ability to plan at the drop of a dime is incredible, even to the likes of Azul and Jade. Whenever hunts happen either with prey or finding a turncoat family member, Floyd is able to take care of it with scary precision.

Of course, that’s if he’s feeling like going on a hunt. Floyd only ever involves himself with family affairs if it actually interests him. Half the time, Jade and Azul are sent to move him off his ass. He’s much more interested in other wacky nonsenses between the supernatural and human world.

However there is one failsafe that always piques his interest and gets him motivated. That would be his favorite Hunter who sometimes works for his family. As stated before, Hunter will have to join hands with Jade and Floyd to take down a hit and Floyd is ecstatic every time.

He finds it fascinating that this weak and puny human can keep pace with the likes of him and Jade. Ready to shoot down their targets and be unapologetic of how they are. They’re not here for humans and the greater good, they’re here to get paid.

Is the Hunter just as fond of Floyd? Absolutely not. Half the time, if Floyd is dashing for them, arms wide open, and yelling, “Shrimpyyyy~!” he gets shot or stabbed viciously. Of course it does nothing to him as Hunter knows better not to actually use effective weapons on Floyd and he just finds it to be ticklish.

Azul: Can you PLEASE stop attacking him!? Hunter: Can you please keep him in line? I’m trying to maintain a professional relationship here. Floyd: Haha, Azul look! My eyeball fell out!

As much as these two bicker in their own little way, Hunter hates to admit that Floyd’s presence is a comforting one. He doesn’t act like the usual broody, serious types when dealing with vampires. Maybe has some screws loose but hey, that kind of comes with being a blood-thirsty creature of the night.

A testament to their relationship is one time, while Floyd was going into a frenzy in his feral form, he was able to calm down instantly the moment he smelled and saw his Hunter in front of him. Acted like a meek puppy coming over and letting Hunter pat his head tentatively.

Also Floyd is absolutely shameless in wanting to suck Hunter’s blood. Of course he also goes about it in a very creepy and concerning way. Like, he leans over the Hunter, face flushed, eyes hazy with desire and he is actively drooling. “Nee, nee, Hunteeeeeer~ Didn’t I do a good job watchin’ your back during that mission? You gotta let me have one bite! Just a sip!

And then he promptly gets a bullet between his eyes. But he loves it. It is just one of the many cute features of his Shrimpy.

So what happens when he realizes his Hunter was tasked to take out him and Jade? It was actually by sheer coincidence and luck that he came across a certain scene. Floyd was off exploring the city, enjoying his urban exploration via parkour.

He came across a curious scene. It was the Hunter being cornered by some rather tough looking vampires and things were getting tense. “What do you mean you’re dropping the job! You were on-board earlier for taking out the Leeches, what gives!?” “Look, I told you! The mission is impossible. Their House is way too strong even for the likes of me.” “That’s bullshit, Hunter. Everyone knows you’re the best hitman in this entire city. You took out a Jabberwocky for Great Seven’s sake!” “Well the deal is off! I’m not doing the mission anymore!”

Raised voices led to raised fists and Hunter took a powerful punch to the face that may or may not have knocked some teeth out. Nothing they weren’t used to when dealing with pissed off vampires. Unfortunately, Floyd wasn’t used to that.

Before the Hunter could blink, where stood a gang of vampires turned into a horror show of viscera and flesh. At the center of it all, a very unhinged Floyd dripped with blood. “Oi… You got some balls to think you can lay your filthy hands on my human. You’re not even worth toyin’ with. Just roll over and die.”

After the killings, Floyd would turn to the Hunter and with surprising tenderness, would cup their face even as blood dripped from his claws. His mood steadied and he smiled widely. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy. We’re gonna take care of all those bad guys that bothered you, okay~? I’ll rip out all their fangs for knockin’ out your pretty teeth! Haha!”

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hello hello Author! I just stumbled upon your blog in my search for new TWST content, and I am very intrigued by your blog! Your theme is just so interesting, and I can’t wait to see where you take this blog!!! despite my energetic nature, I’m a Diasomnia kinda person, so could I ask for some HCs for Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, & Silver (separately) with a really energetic, playful, and observant S/O? S/O may not seem like they’re paying attention to their surroundings with how they quickly bounce from place to place, but they take notice of everyone and everything! (Which means when one of boys are down, S/O can instantly tell and is already doing their best to distract the boys from whatever they were thinking about by cheering them up)

Aw, thank you so much! I'm glad I'm a blog that caught your interest~ I hope in due time, I can do some cool things around here like lore with this shop or the mysterious part-timer, hehe! But for now, enjoy the headcanons! -Shopkeep

Headcanons with Malleus, Lilia, and Silver with an energetic but observant S/O

Malleus is charmed by your energy, dear reader. He finds you almost as playful as the fairies and sprites back home, flitting about from one flower to the next. It’s familiar and soothes him despite his usually stoic demeanor.

You are a welcome ray of sunshine despite his dark and gloomy surroundings. He humors you in your antics and playful nature.

Sometimes he gets a little worried that your bounciness will get yourself hurt like running into something or tripping over. His hands would shoot out to protect your head or keep you from something hazardous. But then he’s surprised by how quickly you notice your surroundings, a testament to your observation.

He’s amused by this at first but when you actually can pick out times when he is frustrated, even when he hides it well, he is stunned by your efforts to quickly distract him.

To him, it’s another reason why his adoration for you grows deeper. The big, scary dragon who everyone doesn’t spare a thought to, now has a dear companion to look out for him. Sometimes he wonders who’s really the guardian in your relationship, you or him?

You two get along well like two peas in a pod! Lilia loves having someone around who can join in on his little pranks and fun.

I can almost imagine him hanging upside down, arms locked with yours, as he swings you around in the air. It certainly has the rest of the student body worried for your safety but Lilia would never let harm come your way.

Lilia has years worth of insight behind him so he would notice right away how in-tune you are to your surroundings and others. It makes him smile knowingly behind his hand and would be proud whenever you try your best to help someone else that’s feeling down.

Though the last person he’d imagine receiving your help would be himself. Lilia tries his best to remain calm and composed on the surface. But when you reach out, trying to cheer him up, he’s happily surprised.

He’d sweep you up in his arms, float high in the air, and give you a cheeky grin. Boops you on the nose and teases you that he should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around!

But dear reader, he loves your kindness and very much appreciates moments where he can rest his weary shoulders and rely on you sometimes.

Out of the three, he’d be a little more reserved about your energetic ways. Not in a bad way, far from it! Rather he can’t really keep up with your pace. Couples sometimes have differing energies and that’s okay!

He’s more than happy to let you have your fun while he hangs in the background, maybe dozing off a bit.

I’d like to think that you two are different personalities that bring something new into each other’s daily lives. Silver teaches you to maybe slow down and take a moment to really appreciate being in the moment while you teach him to loosen up in his seriousness and have fun!

Silver I see as someone who may be private with his personal feelings. Duty first before emotion and all that. So when you pick out that he’s feeling down, he wouldn’t know what to say at first at your efforts to distract him.

He’s so used to being the knight in shining armor that he forgets that it’s okay for him to show emotion now and again. He feels grateful for your presence in reminding him that.

He’d smile that charming smile that could make any noble swoon. Then he’d bump his forehead against yours, staring at you with those dazzling eyes of his and thank you softly. Maybe you both can hold each other for a quick nap and help him relax?

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Sorry I couldn’t add Rielle into this! I want to have more information on him before I can try to think of ideas for him. But for now, please enjoy our other two RSA boys! -Shopkeep

Che’nya and Neige Love Language Headcanons

The mischievous soul of Royal Sword Academy. Being in a relationship with Che’nya would be a fun ride from the get-go. He’s always bringing something new in your life so you better get used to surprises! Be they pranks or heartfelt gestures.

Che’nya shows his love the best through Physical Touch and Gift Giving!

Che’nya’s touches are gonna be surprises half the time. You might feel a teasing poke at your side, a swipe of a tail tickling your nose, and suddenly his head pops into existence to give you a quick kiss on the nose!

He often likes to play this game of disappearing and reappearing to pepper kisses all over you before finally he relents and holds you into a tight hug.

There are times where he does want calm, intimate moments though. He’d sweep you up into his arms and steal you away into the high branches of a nearby tree. Since you’re so high up, you have no choice but to hold on tight to the catboy. Something he may or may not have planned from the beginning.

He’d happily entwine you in his arms, his fluffy striped tail coiled around you too. All the while, he hums one of the many jaunty tunes he knows.

As a whimsical cat, Che’nya cannot help but to act on feline instincts. One of those instincts being to bring gifts to his beloved partner.

He tends to give surprise gifts around special occasions or when you feel glum. He wants to see you light up and turn your frown upside down.

The gifts come in a variety of objects, from candies suddenly raining above your head or your boyfriend’s head popping up with a freshly picked rose between his teeth. Maybe throw in an eyebrow wiggle for good measure~

He may even gift you a song if he feels extra chipper that day! You’ll feel an invisible force take your hand and you’re spinning in the middle of the rose garden. Bit by bit, Che’nya reappears, crooning as he slyly dances with you between the roses. 

“ ‘Twas brilling and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe! All mimsy were the borogroves and the mome raths outgrabe~!” “What silly song are you singing to me, kitten?” You laugh. “A mad song, my fishlet! But if it makes you happy, is it all that bad?”

Oh, you’re lucky dear reader, if you happen to have Neige as your fated partner! Because your romance would be on par with a fairytale love story. It feels like the world gets a bit more rose-colored and the birds sing even sweeter whenever the two of you are together.

Neige shows his love through Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service, but really that boy could show his love through all the love languages.

I feel it in my bones that Neige would absolutely be the kind of guy to say the cheesiest, most sappy, lovey-dovey stuff to you with such an earnest look on his face. He seriously means every single word and you’re gonna have to sit through it all.

He’s saying stuff like, “I always knew we’d meet someday and I’m so happy that it’s you, my love,” or “Every time I look at you, it feels like spring has come again!”

If you ever feel grumpy or sad during a bad day, Neige is there to comfort you with a gentle hand. If it makes you happy, he’d be more than willing to maybe sing a sweet, romantic song or offer comforting words with that endearing voice of his.

His favorite moments are when you and him can relax on a nice, sunny day, your head in his lap while he sings to you. His hand brushes gently through your hair and a few animal friends come close to enjoy the peaceful scene.

Also, congratulations, you also managed to score a boyfriend willing to do any chore or service out of the goodness in his heart. TREAT HIM WELL!

A messy room? Dirty clothes? Haven’t had a hearty meal in a while? Neige is on it! He is whistling a happy song as he takes care of all your needs should he notice you’re too busy to take care of yourself properly.

He’d insist for you to relax while he does the chores and it makes him feel accomplished that he can provide for you.

What he loves the most though is when he can cook for you and see you eat away with gusto. He makes a mean gooseberry pie that’s simply to die for. Neige secretly also adores the image of your cheeks full of food. You remind him of an adorable chipmunk~

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That ace fic was so cute!! I don’t see much content of him so that was really exciting to read.

If you don’t mind, could I request Ace with a bold MC who is touchy with Ace pre-relationship? Not in a creepy uncomfortable way of course, we stay wholesome. Just little things, like plopping themselves down in his lap because they want cuddles and he’s warm. No they’re not embarrassed, why should they be? Their love language is touch and they’re happy to express their love for people, always stopping if someone says something/seems uncomfortable

This can be headcanons or a scenario, whichever one you want!

Ace With A Bold and Cuddly MC

At first, Ace didn’t really mind your cuddly self. If anything, he welcomed it as he can be a rather hand-on guy too, like putting his arm around a buddy’s shoulders or leaning on someone if he’s tired. Deuce complains about it but he just pushes his weight even further on Deuce to annoy him.

With you though, he’s happy to lounge around with you on his lap or even sprawled out on the grass and you lay across his stomach.

People have made teases or remarks like, “what are you two a couple?” and you both would always shoot the speaker with an annoyed look. No, you are not a couple, you just happen to be very comfortable cuddling with a homie. At least that’s what you tell yourselves.

Listen, I’m a sucker over the thought of Ace being like, “haha yeah I’m best bros with the MC and what of it?” Jump cut to him laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, and he’s sweating like, “Oh no, I like the MC more than a homie…”

Starts to show signs that he’s hardcore crushing when he actually wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. Watches whatever you’re doing and occasionally, he tries to steal glances at your face.

He tries oh so casually to get in-between you and any of the other boys that you are physically affectionate with. He’s not slick at all though, trust me.

The cuddling he was doing before? It’s doubled and the boy is stuck on you like glue. Constantly makes the excuse that it’s just “homie things.”

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hello!! your writing is so amazing, i legit felt butterflies when I read your ace scenarios despite him not even being on my fave list 😳 this is a strange request but i was wondering if I could get scenarios with Octavinelle with Yuu randomly winking at them as they lock eyes and how they would react to it? thank you!! ♥

Not a strange request at all! I found this very cute and it gave me a chance to imagine how the Octavinelle boys act during candid moments. I did this in headcanon format as Scenarios, I can only do for 1 character. -Shopkeep

Octavinelle Dorm With Yuu Locking Eyes With Them and Winking

Azul and Yuu may be working within his office. Azul has to do his usual work of looking over Mostro Lounge’s income while Yuu works on basic schoolwork.

Occasionally, the couple would throw curious glances over to one another, taking a moment to watch their partner work diligently. It’s a moment of admiration for both sides.

When Azul is focused on work, there’s a light crease in his brow and his sky blue eyes are narrowed. He doesn’t realize it, but he occasionally sticks out his lower lip as he firmly presses his lips together. His bangs gently fall over his face too. Yuu wished they could reach out to push his hair back behind his ear. He also likes to rest his hand against his chin, fingers slightly curled.

Then it just so happens that the two catch each other staring. Azul is a little embarrassed being caught in the act, but Yuu takes it in stride. They smile, wink, and say, “Working hard, handsome?”

Azul blushes and jerks back a bit in surprise. He clears his throat to compose himself and looks back to his paperwork, but his concentration is obviously gone. “Yes, I am. You should get back to work too…” And Yuu laughs.

Yuu was lounging about at the bar, idly sipping a cup of freshly brewed tea that Jade had offered.

Yuu has definitely been eyeing Jade over the rim of their cup as he does his daily work of tending to the bar. No matter what he is doing, there is always a faint trace of a serene smile. Whether the smile had good or bad intentions is up for debate, but for now, he just looks content. His hair sways in rhythm with his movements as he wipes down the bar’s surface. It’s one of the rare times he has his sleeves rolled up and Yuu is enjoying the view. As he moves, his earring twinkles playfully behind his single strand of black hair.

Jade knows that Yuu is watching him. Yuu isn’t really hiding it. He humored them as he secretly enjoys having their eyes on him. Eventually he flicks his gaze to them and grins widely. “Can I help you?”

Yuu winks and returns the smile. “No, no, please continue. Don’t mind me at all~” Jade won’t deny the bit of amusement he got from Yuu’s wink and flirty tone. It pushes him to think of ways to tease them. Can’t let them have a free show without some payback.

Jade: Oh nooooo, I just happened to drop this rag. I better pick it up. [slowly bends over] Yuu: whEEZES

It’s just one of those lazy afternoons. Floyd was shirking his usual duties at Mostro Lounge, opting to laze around next to his Shrimpy. Yuu was merely enjoying the quiet ambiance of the lounge during the rare, slow hours.

As Yuu nibbled at their sandwich, they would gaze over at Floyd who looked like he was about to doze off.

A moment of calm. A special sight indeed when it comes to Floyd. He had his arms splayed out and resting on the booth’s seat, head tilted back. His sleepy eyes blinked slowly, his dual colored eyes gleaming a bit under the soft lighting of the low-light chandelier. His mouth was parted slightly and Yuu could see his sharp teeth peeking past his lips. The way he was positioned, his messy opened collar really allowed Yuu to appreciate the curves and dips along his neck, his collarbone, and a hint of his chest.

Yuu looked away for a quick second to focus on eating before looking back to admire Floyd but internally jumped when their eyes locked with his. “Oi, Shrimpy, whatchu starin’ for?” His low voice indicated he was getting a bit annoyed at their gawking.

Trying to quickly defuse the situation, Yuu winked, and offered a quick reply. “Just admiring the view is all!” “Ehhhh?” A smile cracked and mischief twinkled in his eye. “Is that supposed to be some dumb pick-up line? I can’t believe Shrimpy’s a peeping creep~”

Definitely not how Yuu was expecting to enjoy their break, having Floyd poke fun at them, but at least Floyd isn’t gonna squeeze them for looking at him the wrong way. That’s a win, right?

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Hello dear Author! I found your cozy shop recently and immediately in love with your writings, especially the Ace one! It makes me wonder if I could request a holiday sleepover party with gn!Yuu ft. first year squad at ramshackle dorm? Any kind of writing template is fine!

(i would be veryyy happy if you could make the boys have been pining on oblivious yuu all along, but if you're not comfortable, then platonic one is completely okay too!)

Thank you so much and welcomee!

Thank you so much for the comments, dear reader. I hope you don't mind that I only did three boys for now instead of the whole first year group as I can only do up to three boys for headcanons. I decided to do Deuce, Jack, and Sebek since I haven't written much for them! -Shopkeep

Deuce, Jack, and Sebek Pining For An Oblivious MC At A Holiday Party

Deuce would be one of the first people over to the dorm alongside Ace. After all, they are your best pals! Even if both are aiming to be someone more in your life.

Deuce is instantly offering to help you around the dorm. Whatever you need done, he’ll do it right away to earn your favor. Cleaning, decorating, rearranging? He’s rolling up his sleeves and putting in elbow grease to show he’s the most reliable person around!

Both he and Ace would of course make it a competition. Who can help the Ramshackle Prefect the most!? It’d be a miracle if they don’t tear up the dorm because of their rivalry antics.

Deuce is so caught up in one-upping Ace that he doesn’t watch his footing while trying to speed-clean around the dorm halls. He stumbles, about to royally face-plant, but before he can kiss the ground, he feels a pair of arms catch him.

He slowly opens his scrunched up eyes and is met with your face hovering near his. Seems like you were around in the nick of time to catch him! Though you ended up holding up in a very romantic dip.

Deuce can’t even make a coherent sentence as you ask him if he’s okay. Once you get an okay from him, you’re like, “Cool!” And casually let him stand up and leave him alone.

Poor boy curls up in the middle of the hallway, hiding his crimson face between his knees. He’d be stuck like that for a while until somebody comes to snap him out of it.

Jack would be in charge of doing the more heavy duty tasks like setting up decor in hard to reach places or moving heavy things around. He’s the third to arrive for the holiday sleepover!

When you join him to help decorate, he acts like he’s annoyed and doesn’t need you. But his physical reaction is a dead giveaway to the truth. His tail wagging slightly, keeps stealing glances at you, and his ears are always perked towards you in-case you call for him.

You’re up on a ladder, pinning up some decorative streamers on the ceiling. Jack comes over with a pretty hefty box of other things that you’re surprised he managed to carry it all on his own. You praise him for how strong he is and Jack goes rigid. He tries to brush off the compliment like it’s nothing, but his happy ear flicking and tail wagging don’t lie.

Finally having the height advantage over him while being on the ladder, you reach over and teasingly pat his head. Maybe even give him a scratch behind one of his ears. He flares up and scolds, saying he’s not some dog for you to pet! You laugh and admit that’s your bad and pull away.

Jack stalks off, grumbling all the way, but the moment he’s out of sight, he leans against a nearby wall and slowly reaches up to brush his hand over where you just petted him. Damn… He wouldn’t mind if you did that every time you praised him…

Last but certainly not least is Sebek who would arrive last. He took his sweet time coming over because he brought over huge helpings of food for the party.

It’d be foolish to not have a feast for a celebration, even if it’s just among the first years. Everyone should be grateful for this food, especially with some of the dishes being made by Master Lilia himself!

You all are very careful to not partake in those dishes specifically.

As he’s setting up the table for everyone to grab food from, you’d approach Sebek and thank him for bringing all this over. He basks a bit in your compliments, puffing his chest out a little, and proudly says that it would not be a celebration at all if there’s no feast!

In the middle of his talking, you keep staring at him, focused pretty intently on his face. Suddenly you step very close to him and he nearly jumps back.

“H-Human! What do you think you’re–!?” “Don’t move.”

You hand reaches out for his face and for the first time ever, Sebek is stunned and doesn’t know how to react. He sits there, gaping like a fish. His heart and mind are in a jumble and a hair-brained thought hits his mind. This human is going in to kiss him.

How scandalous! How vulgar! How… Incredibly thrilling this is. In the theater of Sebek’s mind there is a whole soap opera playing. Ah, he has a duty to uphold being Malleus’ knight, but at the same time this human is boldly chasing after his heart! A forbidden romance! What will the students in Diasomnia thi– “Got it! You had a piece of cobweb stuck on you!”

Ah. You were just getting something off his face… Sebek stands there, staring at you for a good long minute. Like a boiling kettle, slowly his face turns a bright red, and he explodes on you, nearly bursting your eardrums with exclaims of how he doesn’t need some puny human to act like his mom! He can take care of himself, thank you very much!!!

Even as he babbles desperately to hide the fact his heart was widely beating out of his chest, there’s a tiny, tiny part of him that’s so pouty that you weren’t reaching over to steal a kiss from him, hehe.