I hope you're having a great day! i don't see a lot of love for Eustace and Seruel so i was wondering if i may request separate headcanons where reader-chan ( a fellow erune- possibly a shiba inu if thats ok! ) was a close friend of theirs but got separated from them, but then happened to reunite with current eustace and seruel! thank you ^-^
You were a society member (well, now ex-member) that had frequently been put on missions working with Eustace or something related to him.
He always was quick and to the point, occasionally sounding rather brutal, but you knew that was just how he spoke. And you didn’t mind, he was a nice guy on the inside, even if he didn’t act like it.
Neither of you had any home to return to, and you found solace in his presence. He understood you and for that, you gladly called him your friend. Whether he thought the same was unclear, but he didn’t say anything so you assumed he didn’t mind.
That was until he had completely left you. You had no clue what had happened, only finding out he left with a certain skyfaring crew. You berated yourself for feeling sad at the news, you were a society member, this wasn’t a fun party where you got to make friends. This was a job.
And a job had you ordered by the higher-ups to locate a member gone rogue and kill them on sight. Simple enough. Stealthily breaking into the ship, you hid in a corner and took a breath. There was very limited information on this rogue, but it was-
The sound of a gun being lifted up had you freeze as you turned to where the sound came from.
“E-Eustace? You’re the rogue?!”
He was shocked too, given the fact he nearly dropped his gun as he stared at you.
You were beyond ecstatic to see him, and you lunged at him as your ears ruffled up and down.
Unlike before, where he would’ve said nothing and kept you at arm’s length, he gently wrapped an arm around you in an awkward hug.
“I thought you left me! I didn’t know where you were and no one said a thing! I’m so glad to see you again!”
Despite learning to trust with the crew, he was still on edge and had you explain what had happened. You did your best, and he filled in the rest, explaining his reasoning for leaving the society. The truth made you shocked as you stared at him in disbelief. That couldn’t be true... right?
The more you thought though, the more his story made sense. You apologized for attempting to kill him, and he forgave you.
He looked more relaxed, you noted. It was such a somber demeanor compared to how it was back then. The crew must have been something to have him act warmer. You smiled at his progress.
“I’m happy for you, Eustace. You seem to have found your new home. I’m proud of you. I thought we’d be alone forever, but you seem to have got it!”
He paused and a slight frown made its way onto his lips.
“You don’t have to be alone either.”
“I’m saying join me. This crew is incredibly nice.”
“Me? Someone who has done all this garbage?”
He nodded. “They accepted me as their own. It...really wouldn’t be my home without you.”
Your eyes widened as you saw him struggle to get those words out.
“Incredible... they got you to open your heart. Heh, count me in. I’ll join you, Eustace. I still have to do a rematch with you since our last spar.”
A small grin appeared on his face.
“You’re gonna lose again, (Y/n).”
There was still so much to talk about between you two. And you had all the time in the world now in your new home with Eustace.
As a prince of a Irestill, Seruel was almost always cramped up in his castle. He was born and raised to be a king first and foremost.
That was the case, except he occasionally took part in sneaking out with Naoise and Heles to visit the town. Something about it made it so homely and loving, that he couldn’t help but want to be in this place forever.
His idealization of the town made him not notice a figure as he bumped into them. They yelped and nearly fell over and he quickly pulled them against him.
You and him froze and awkwardly stared at one another, neither making a move as he held you close.
“U-um...May you let go?” You asked. The utter horror in his eyes was almost humorous as he clumsily let go and apologized.
He looked to be in his early teens, similar to you, with a sturdy build and rather gorgeous features. The girl, who looked similar to him, and another male beside him laughed at his reaction and the man huffed.
“D-dont laugh! I was just enraptured by the flowers here.” He explained, and you smiled.
“Oh, you really like them?” He nodded in response to your question, and you picked a beautiful flower from the pot and handed it to him. It was yellow and reminded him of the sun.
“Thank you, but I haven’t given you anything-“
“No worries! My family and I own this flower shop!” You pointed out and he finally noticed the sign that stated that. “It’s nice to have people appreciate our work, so it’s worth more to me than a coin or something.” You brushed off.
His heart fluttered and he gulped before nodding. Something about your kindness and love for what you do made him bashful as he stared at the pots of flowers around you.
Just as he was going to say something, his father had angrily called out to him, Heles, and Naoise, and he froze in terror. The king had nearly dragged them back to the castle, but Seruel was too busy looking at the flower. It was...incredibly pretty... he had to admit.
Needless to say, the poor boy had developed a sort of crush on you, yearning to go back into town just to talk to you again. Heles and Naoise teased him about it, and he’d deny those feelings before he’d stare out the large castle windows and think of you.
You were what the people of Irestill were. People who loved, cared, and did what you wanted to make others happy. And it made him want to become a sort of ruler you’d be proud of, whom he could protect and allow for that joy to continue forever.
Sneaking out became a more common phenomenon as he’d sometimes sneak out late at night to see you or in the afternoon in a rather awful disguise. You didn’t know what reason there was for the theatrics, but he insisted he had to do this or his father would nearly kill him.
And you two certainly got close after many years of this cycle continuing. He’d sneak off to you and you two would just sit on a bench and talk, and he felt comforted by your presence. Quietly walking around town in the middle of the night and occasionally dancing in the town square, it made him feel more encouraged to be a better ruler for you.
That is, until the attacks and the near loss of Irestill.
He had left without a word, going off to track down Naoise as his kingdom fell into shambles.
He had always remembered you and cared for you, but he had to go off for a bit. He would reminisce on the times with you and wondered how you were doing.
When he had returned, he had seen you, tired but still in high spirits to help return the kingdom to its former glory. It had been a while and he may have gotten a bit more cynical, but he still cared and loved his people.
And yet it was only fitting the prince nearly trip you again and hold you close at your reunion, but unlike the first time, this one was more joyous and less awkward as you gasped and embraced him. Your ears perked up and he chuckled at your enthusiasm.
“I am back, (Y/n).” He said as you nearly choked him in your hug.
“Dummy. You left just like that? You gave me a heart attack!” You pouted. He laughed and twirled you in his arms.
“But I am back now, and I plan on helping this kingdom do its best. And I don’t plan on leaving you alone again.” He stated, pushing strands of your hair behind your hair.
“Good! Because I’m not leaving you!” You retorted.
“Good. Then you shall stay by my side.” He grinned.
You nodded and he pulled out a rather smushed bouquet of flowers.
“I was planning on giving this to you but it seems that I was rather rough with the poor things.” He explained as he handed it to you.
“I love it. Now come, we have much to catch up on, my prince.” You teased.
