May I have some fluffy headcanons about braiding King's hair, even if we're tiny, we somehow make it work?
Braiding Kings Hair
No one touched Kingâs hair. No one dared. It wasnât exactly a ruleâit was just understood. But the first time you asked, all he did was glance over his shoulder⌠and kneel.
You still had to stand on the bed or a wooden crate to reach him properly. The top of his head felt like a mountain, his back a wall of obsidian armor. But you were determined. And he was... oddly still.
He didnât say a word that first time. Just sat there, wings relaxed, while your fingers carefully worked through thick strands of his silver-white hair.
You hum when you braid. Soft little nothings, sometimes old lullabies from your childhood. At first, you thought he wasnât listening. But then you caught him humming one of them under his breath two days later.
His hair is surprisingly smooth despite the chaos of battle and flight. You told him once it reminded you of moonlight reflected on steel. He said nothingâbut he didnât pull away either.
When you braid it tight, heâll sometimes leave it in for the entire day. Other times he undoes it right after you finishâbut only once youâve turned away. Never in front of you.
One evening, just being playful, you tied a little fabric ribbon at the end of his braid. It was a silly thing you had lying around, a soft scrap of color against all that dark. He didnât remove it. Wore it into the war room.
Someone commented. King didnât respond. He didnât need to. The silence was answer enough.
After long flights or brutal missions, youâll find him sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, silent. Waiting. No words spokenâbut heâs waiting for you. You always come.
Braiding his hair became a ritual. Your fingers in his hair. His presence grounding yours. No threats. No Beast Pirate hierarchy. Just a giant soldier and the one person he let this close.
Once, when your fingers brushed the back of his neck mid-braid, he murmured, almost inaudibly, âYouâre the only one who does this.â You smiled. âI know.â
He didnât reply. But his wing shifted behind youâslowly curling around your legs, a sheltering gesture he didnât acknowledge.
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