#wolfwood does the murder wiggle

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Headcanon: Murder Wiggle

Wolfwood can jump VERY far. Clearly. Like a cat. And can fall from very high up and land on his feet. Like a cat.  You know how when cats make a particularly aimed jump or pounce, they do that little butt wiggle for balance and/or traction?

Yeah.

Nicholas does it, too.

It’s not drastic, one of those things most people wouldn’t notice, and something he’s not even AWARE that he’s doing, but once you see it, you notice it more and more. Just don’t point it out to him, or he’ll try to stop doing it.

[strawurberries]

hiiii congratulations on hitting 100!! 🎀 could i request 🍓4 with wolfwood? there just aren't enough things of him being playful and silly 😔

Wolfwood: "AH--you scared me!"

Authors note: I went out of order to answer this ask but I love this okay ASDFGHJKJH and thank you :D!!!

Warnings: None.

Wolfwood is not a man who is easily scared, nor is he a man to reveal that he actually screams like a pre-teen girl who just spotted a spider on their bed; no, he is a tough, manly man who does not scream, will never scream, and—

“AH—!” He opened the hotel door only to be greeted with the face of his lover howling bloody murder before giggling hard enough to knock themselves onto the floor. “What—what the hell?!” he grasped the fabric of his heart and watched his lover laugh themselves into a coma. “Are you kidding me! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

They tried to defend themselves but they couldn’t through the fits of laughter.

He huffed and closed the door, “you scared me damn it!”

“You—,” they sat up and wiped tears from their eyes before laughing again, “scream like a girl!” They sputtered and started giggling. 

Wolfwood nearly found himself laughing before he shook his head, a small smile on his face. “What was that for? Jesus, I could’ve shot you. . . or somethin’.”

“Yeah like you could—could’ve gotten your gun as you screamed your head off—pfft.”

“Alright,” he leaned over them, heart still racing and the small smile on his face growing, “you think you’re funny, huh?”

“Oh, I’m the world’s best comedian!”

“Uh-huh,” he wiggled his fingers, “let’s see how loud I can get you to start screamin’.”

“Hey! Hey” they backed up, crawling away, “don’t you dare tickle me! Don’t you—pfft haha! Stop! S-stop! I’m sorry!”

“Nuh uh, I’m not stopping until you pass out!”

“No, wait p-pfft—please!”