Heyyy
Please make a North African/brown wife headcanons with COD characters. I love your works please don’t die😋
(P.S. if you do make it please make sure to add the best details for my wife Graves, my poor bbg never got enough love)
Xxx
COD Husbands: Having a North African! Brownie girl as spouse
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JOHN PRICE
He marries your CULTURE as much as he marries YOU
Obsessed with the way you speak Arabic/Darija/Berber phrases when you’re angry. Price: “She’s cussing me out again, innit? … God she’s beautiful.”
Loves when you wear kaftans/jellabas/abayas, he sits there admiring like: “A real queen, in my house.”
Pretends he can handle your mom’s cooking until he’s sweating like he’s back in Afghanistan.
Your family LOVES him because he’s respectful. Also your cousins slide him free snacks because he looks like a lost British uncle.
GHOST
The pale man falls for the desert rose
Your skin tone? He stares. Constantly. He worships you silently.
When your family drags him into gatherings: Ghost: “There are… 47 cousins here.” You: “And that’s just from my mom’s side.”
Eats your spicy food ONCE and almost passes out. He refuses to admit defeat. Ghost: “It’s not hot.” His soul leaves his body.
Loves your gold jewelry. Plays with your bangles absentmindedly.
SOAP
Scottish chaos meets North African fire
Calls you “habibti” with the THICKEST Scottish accent known to mankind. You: “STOP THAT”
Goes feral for your curls. Like—FULL FERAL. Soap: “Can I braid it?” You: “No.” Soap: “I did it anyway.”
Your family feeds him until he can't walk. Your aunties: “Eat, John, EAT!!” Soap: crying but eating.
GAZ
He fits into your family like he was born there
Speaks Arabic phrases WRONG but with CONFIDENCE. “Ya hamra”— You: “Kyle, you just called my aunt a TOMATO.”
He loves shopping in North African markets, picking jewelry and scarves for you.
Respects your traditions deeply. Eid? Ramadan? Weddings? He’s THERE.
Your cousins LOVE him. They fight over who sits next to him.
ALEJANDRO VARGAS
Latin heat meets North African royalty
He hears your mom shout in Darija/Arabic once and goes: “Ah, so THAT’S where mi amor gets her fire.”
Every time you dance at weddings? Alejandro has to LOOK AWAY because he’s about to risk it all.
Insanely proud of your heritage. He tells everyone. “My wife? North African. Beautiful, fierce, majestic.”
KÖNIG
This giant melts into a shai-drinking, henna-wearing simp
Drinks your mint tea like it’s a religious ritual.
You put henna on your hands? He stares like he saw an angel descend. König: “Pretty… so pretty…”
Terrified of your grandma. Like shaking. She hits him with a slipper once and he never recovers.
Loves when you wear traditional clothes. He quietly takes pictures of you like a proud husband.
PHILLIP GRAVES (… now it’s HIS TIME)
THE ONE WHO FALLS THE HARDEST.
Your man sees you ONCE—in a kaftan, gold jewelry, hair smelling like argan oil—and he is DONE. FINISHED. OVER.
He becomes obsessed. Not in a creepy way—just mesmerized.
Calls you “queen” unironically. Graves: “Where’s my queen at?” You: “Stop embarrassing me.” Graves: “I ain’t embarrassed. Look at you.”
He buuuuurns for you when you wear traditional clothing. The embroidery? The colors? He literally MALFUNCTIONS.
LOVES your skin tone. Runs his thumb over your cheek every morning.
Your spicy food destroys him. But he will DIE before admitting it.
Your brothers test him. He stands there smiling like: “Y’all ain’t scarin’ me. I’ll marry her twice.”
Takes you to the desert just so he can see you in sunlight. “Baby… you shine.”
He LOVES you loudly, proudly, and completely. He never had a queen before—now he does.
