Small!Bunnymund Headcanons
Watched Rise of the Guardians again last night. So good, very underrated movie, yet I think it's for the best, otherwise DreamWorks would have found a way to overexploit it and fuck it up. Might re-read the books later. I remember really liking Pitch Black and Toothiana (she's so pretty!) when I was younger, but now... Oh now, hearing Hugh Jackman out of a rabbit...
This is also a personal reminder that I WANT A PET RABBIT, but my apartment doesn't allow pets.
Tags: gn! reader, fun size Bunnymund, mostly platonic, but if you want to interpret it as some cute first meeting pre-relationship go for it.
You actually found him in an alleyway at night. You had been out partying with your friends and heard some calls for help.
When you got there with a broken pipe ready to beat the shit out of the assaulter, you didn't expect to find that some trapped rabbit was actually the one calling for help.
He warns you to stay back and something something about being fierce and well trained in all martial arts, meanwhile you were wondering if you didn't have too much to drink because holy shit that rabbit is actually talking and you understand him.
When he realizes that you are dumbly nodding to all he's saying he's stunned too because yeah, you're an adult and you cannot only see him but also hear him.
It doesn't take long to convince him to let you take him to your home. It's cold, it's dark, and the streets are a dangerous place for a little bunny. He's still wary of you, though.
When you wake up the next morning, and find him flopped on a pillow you start selectively remembering some things about the night before. And then he talks. And sober you freaks out.
So, yeah, now you live with a talking rabbit who says he's the Easter Bunny. And you believe him without questioning. He's a talking rabbit who are you to argue with him.
He's not sure what got him shrunk to that size, since children still believe in him. But he senses that there may be some external force that keeps blocking him from accessing his powers.
During the day, while you go to work, he stays home. From the very beginning you try to give him as much a accomodations as someone his size could need.
You are not sure what to feed him, tbh. On one hand, he's a magical being; on the other, he is a rabbit, and rabbits are known for their very delicate digestive systems.
Bunnymund looks at the pellets as if they were a crime against God. "Ain't eating that, mate". You know you can't just give him a carrot for each meal in that state. Too sugary and dangerous, so you manage to bargain with him to eat the pellets and have some carrot for dessert.
He's toilet trained THANK GOD. You don't need to make this more weird than it already is. But you decide to keep the litterbox just in case...
He likes to keep himself busy and in shape while you're away. He trains his speed, endurance and hopping prowess around your studio. Just because he's smaller now doesn't mean Easter has been canceled, he needs to step up his game. (From your security cameras' point of view he's just binkying and zooming around the room lol)
Occasionally you take him out for walks, you feel guilty about having him cooped up inside your apartment for most of the day, he deserves to have some fresh air from time to time.
You live in a big city and big cities are dangerous for little bunnies, too many dogs, cars, and people. When you two go out, you carry him in a bag strapped to your chest. He finds the whole ordeal embarrassing and won't hesitate to complain the entire trip. Hey, if he has a better idea, you're dying to hear him out.
Very reluctant to being scratched, he is the bloody Easter Bunny for God's sake, not some domestic rabbit. But when you absentmindedly pet him, he allows it, though he tries very hard to not show how much he's enjoying it.
Teeth. Purrs. He makes them. He'll argue that he doesn't but you know you aren't imagining things. Not with the way he's flopped against your side.
Late night talks. If you didn't have to work the next day you could spend the entire night talking to each other. As you two soon found out, nobody else could understand Bunnymund like you did, unless they were, of course, children.
He tells you all about his species, the pookas. How they vanished one day, no, how Pitch Black, the actual and very real Boogeyman, exterminated them, leaving him the sole survivor of his race. Sometimes you think you hear some pain and sorrow in his voice, but you don't press further.
You talk about your life, your job, your family and friends; about how after so many years of hard work you came to live here. And he listens, he is actually a good listener and converser.
You don't know how fate managed to string you together, but you're grateful. It makes your days less lonely. And you are very determined to help him get back his powers and return back to normal.
