#booker uprooted x reader headcanons

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Hi hi hi😼 can you write hazel and booker (from uprooted) fluff for me pls thank you🫶🫶🫶 (take your time btw!!)

Ooo! Wasn’t expecting any actual requests tbh, I just be writing shit in my free time :33(I’m doing headcanons and a little Drabble to go w/ these)

Rating: fluff

Booker

You and booker are a dynamic duo, one’s never too far from the other. Mainly cause booker trails you to make sure you don’t do anything stupid with the others

He loves to sing songs to you in your guys free time, often in hotels or when camping he’ll sing songs to you while you cook for group or are cleaning whatever needs to be cleaned

He will often dump his chores onto you, but he’s also a little more willing(JUST A LITTLE) to do anything you don’t want to do or help you. He’ll often OFFER to help you do your chores if you help him, but you end up doing a slight majority of the work

Believes you’re a total equal to him(sometimes even above him) so he feels just slightly more comfortable on relying on you to help him with certain things. Despite his slacker personality he often finds it hard to totally rely on people and he’s ever the more grateful to be able to relax his shoulders with you around

The night air was whistling past your ears, the darkness of the sky left the skin beneath your fur feeling cold to the touch. It was late at night and despite your rather lavish hotel room you couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried to close your eyes they always found themselves open wide to stare at your ceiling. It wasn’t for a particular reason, you weren’t sad or worried. Everything was peaceful, booker lay next to you snoring softly. Everyone was at ease and calm, you supposed you could just pause for a while and listen to the nature around you.

Suddenly your ears twitched, fearing familiar feet scrap the floor behind you. Too lazy and too tired to bother lifting his feet, rather to drag them. You felt a head on your shoulder as he laid on your back, still tired. His body felt hot compared to the cold nighttime air you had grown use to. It was peaceful and quiet for just a moment, until you heard a loud groaning whine in your ear.

“Come back to bed” he whined, stretching the end of the sentence out long to show you how upset he was.

“I can’t sleep, could you sing to me?” You insisted.

It was rather silly, but you had grown so use to booker singing to you in your free time. You thought back to all that had happened in the evening to realize that booker didn’t sing to you at all. He was busy making plans to help his dad, while you had to help Jean Claude with faking his accounting scheme; then everything got flipped on its head, and you were back to trying to figure out what to do. The day had been long and when booker hit the pillow he was gone. You didn’t even have time to sit together and talk, he couldn’t sing you any songs.

You heard a loud yawn right next to you as booker wrapped his arms around your torso, hugging you tight. Without a single protest or groan, he began to murmur a sweet little song. It was something different from what he usually sang to you. Most nights he’d sing to you, songs with complex meanings. Songs that showed off his vocal talent and that made his voice sound like smooth caramel candy. This song was something simple, a song he knew by heart. It was a simple nursery rhyme, one from Muckbed. The words were simple and the melody was repeating, but what you heard was the sweetest song you’ve ever heard play against your ears. It was something deeper in his heart, more than any of those fancy songs to impress you. It made you feel at peace and at home, with you in his arms.

As he finished you were being guided away from the balcony back to the bed and soon booker was lying on top of you, snoring into your soft fur. As you began to drift away and fall asleep.

Hazel

The mischief you two cause is amazing. Although you two have the most sweetest adorable faces, you two come up with the most elaborate schemes to get a couple cookies

Hazel often comes to you for advice and encouragement, she doesn’t need it just likes hearing it. She trusts you to let her know she’s right and her idea IS good(you always agree with her)

No matter what whacked out plan she has, you manage to clean it up and make it somewhat do able. Of course it’s mainly bakeries and restaurants. You two know every restaurant like the back of your hands, it’s quiet remarkable the things you two manage to get up to

You two cover for each other really well being able to hide and lie for the other like you two are the same person, especially when it’s from soldiers and booker. Great minds think alike!

Even so, when it comes to you touching her food. Suddenly your years long partnership in both crime fighting and romance are suddenly gone, and she becomes a noir detective to crack the case and get the culprit.

It was currently free time, a lazy afternoon. Hazel rummaged through her bag, looking for their last danish pie she had stolen. A sweet little treat she could not beat. As she searched through her bag, grief struck her heart as she realized that there was nothing left in the bag. She looked up, disgruntled and disappointed. Looking up at you, whining sadly as she crawled into your lap. She lamented about her stolen pastry and how you two ‘have to find the thieving culprit’ not understanding the irony in it all, knowing you two stole said pastries from a bakery last night. You gently stroked her ears in solidarity, trying to not stir suspicion for you were to blame for the crimes.

As you tried to comfort your dearest, suddenly she jolted up. Staring intently into your mouth, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air. As quickly as she got up suddenly her nose was in your mouth, taking a deep whiff of it. As she pulled back, you saw the disappointment and betrayal in her eyes as she smelled the blood of your crimes in your mouth.

“It was you! You ate my last pie!” She accused you, jamming her finger into your chest.

You looked up at her, flabbergasted and totally guilty. You shook your head and desperately tried to defend yourself. It wasn’t you, it couldn’t be you, you were helping Grumley clean his ears. Alas, your attempts were futile for you both knew.

Hazel then began lecturing you, telling you how rude it is to steal someone’s left overs. How upset she truly is with you, and how she may never forgive you. Upset and betrayed she shuffles away to go complain to Bitsy, leaving you alone and needing to make things right. For as silly as it is, you needed to make things right.

As Hazel set up your camps, having forgotten and forgiven you, she hums to herself gently waiting for you to arrive to take your place in your sleeping bags. After a while longer than she liked, you shuffle over hiding something behind your back. Curiously, hazel looks at you, a little nervous and excited

“What you got behind your back?” She inquires, her eyes sparkle with excitement.

You smile gently, and pull the small cake you managed to bake. Showing off the amateur treat off proudly. Hazel gasps taking the cake in into her hands.

“I made this because I felt bad about eating your danish, I had to break back into the bakery to get the supplies and bake it. It’s probably not that good but I don’t bake.” You told her, as you watch her stuff almost all of it into her mouth in one go.

Pulling her hand away you see she saved you a piece of the cake “it’s wonderful! This is the best cake I’ve ever had, well, that’s not true the ones at hamiltoads mansion were like really professional, but this one’s the sweetest cake!” She proclaims through a mouth full of frosting and cake.

You take a bite of your own treat, and it definitely wasn’t the best cake a little dry and too crumbly. It was still the perfect treat though, because it was for hazel. You two quietly enjoyed your treat and laid down to rest.