— William’s Rabbit Affection Headcanons (with bunny teeth and some others ofc) ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
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ᨳ ꒰⠀That subtle toothy grin isn’t just for show—he has a habit of gently nipping at you when he’s feeling tender. Your shoulder, the curve of your hand, even your ear—soft little bites, not to hurt, but to mark, to claim. He laughs under his breath when you squeak in protest. “What? I’ve sharp teeth. Might as well put them to use, mm?”
ᨳ ꒰⠀When he sleeps with you, he has this instinct to curl around you—arms snug, leg hooked over yours, his face tucked into the curve of your neck. Like a rabbit burrowing into its warren, he tucks you in as if you were both prey hiding from the world. His teeth sometimes graze your skin as he mumbles half-asleep.
ᨳ ꒰⠀He has a habit of bringing you things, slyly disguised as acts of practicality. A ribbon, a flower plucked on a walk, a piece of chocolate, a small crochet plushie of the yellow bunny; he presents it with mock-dramatic flair, but there’s something primal beneath it, like a rabbit dragging offerings back to its mate.
ᨳ ꒰⠀When he’s deep in thought, his mannerisms become oddly lapine—he gnaws at his lip with those front teeth, rakes his fingers through his hair, sits still for ages only to suddenly jolt up, restless, like he’s been spooked.
ᨳ ꒰⠀ If you tease him for being “my snuggle hare” or call him “bunny-tooth”, he’ll give you the most unimpressed, deadpan look. But the second you’re not watching, he’s smirking because he adores that you see through the theatrics and love the softness anyway.
ᨳ ꒰⠀When kissing you, he sometimes deliberately lets those teeth graze your lip playfully, but also a reminder of his sharpness.
ᨳ ꒰⠀He enjoys brushing his nose against yours—quiet, intimate “nuzzles” that he’d never admit mirror a rabbit’s little head-bumps :3
ᨳ ꒰⠀He's menace, he will hoard little things you’ve touched: your pen, your scarf—tucked away in drawers like a rabbit hiding treasures.
ᨳ ꒰⠀Rabbits don’t really “meow” or “bark”, they make those weird little squeaks when startled or pleased. I can think William would letting out a low, honking grunt if you poke his sides or surprise him. He’s so controlled, always keeping his voice even but what if, when you hit just the right nerve, something slips? A quick squeak, like a rabbit being nudged. He’d immediately growl over it, trying to bury it under a kiss or a quip, but you’d know.
ᨳ ꒰⠀He has this habit of humming or scoffing through his nose when he’s irritated. Imagine it comes out too squeaky, like a rabbit snort. He would die before admitting it, but you catch it every time. If you called him out “You squeak like a bunny!”, he’d go quiet, then deliberately lean close to your ear and make the lowest, most exaggerated “honking squeak” possible just to shut you up. Smug grin. “There. Happy, darling?”
ᨳ ꒰⠀Rabbits copy each other’s movements when bonded. William does this without thinking: Tilts his head the same way you do...Mirrors how you sit, how you fold your arms, even how you sip from a glass. It's almost uncanny until you realize: this is his way of syncing rhythms with you, proving silently that you are in harmony.
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