Imagine how he'd react after hearing you say it, "Songbird".
"Morning," you greeted, sorting peaches into a crate.
"Good morning." Rowan had landed with his usual careful grace, satchel full of letters and ears already pink before he'd even reached your stall.
"Thank you, Songbird."
Silence, absolute silence followed after you said that. You looked up, confused at the sudden pause. Rowan was frozen, one hand was still extended from where he'd passed over the mail. His wings had gone stiff, his ears twitched.
"...Rowan?" His wings suddenly fluffed out, just enough to reveal the way every feather stood on end. "You alright there?"
His mouth opened and closed several times before suddenly, FWUMP.
One wing shot up and covered half his face with the other soon following, only his eyes remained visible between the feathers. "Songbird?" he repeated weakly.
You blinked. "Yeah?"
His hoof began tapping nervously at the mention. "Oh no," you laughed. "You like it."
The tapping became faster, "Oh, you really like it."
"I-it's just—" His wings tucked tighter around his face. "You call me sweet things all the time," you pointed out. "Peach, sunshine, dear. So I figured it was only fair."
For a moment Rowan stared at you, then his eyes softened so lovingly, the sort of look that made your chest feel warm. "I suppose," he murmured, "I never expected one in return."
The rest of his route that day was spent replaying the nickname over and over in his head, the way you'd said it, the way it sounded coming from you.
By evening, he'd decided it might just be his favorite thing he'd ever been called.
Keep in mind that when I say "route", I mean it like in a dating sim where you have a story that you go through when romancing a character.
So I figured I could just post some headcanons first and see how it goes...not sure how many of us would like him as a "dateable" character (Who am I kidding? I wanted this for a long time, I know there are more freaks like me somewhere!! (??).), but the man deserves all the love he can get.
So more of him under the cut!!
Pegasus J. Crawford | Headcanons:
Trigger warnings: None, for now.
-I can imagine he has a high tolerance to frustration if y/n was playing “hard to get” or maybe in a yandere-ish route he might even accept some physical punishment if she defends herself (slightly masochistic tendencies?) in his words:
“I wouldn't go for a rose if I couldn't handle the thorns myself…”
-I imagine he went to art school, and one of his least favourite classes was actually sculpture.
-He can read your mind because of the millenium eye, and even if he didn't activate it, he can also understand how you may be feeling just by looking at you, not only because of empathy or a so called “sixth sense”, but because, being an artist, he is also very observant too.
-Sometimes even the millenium eye can't help him read everyone's mind, since every mind is different. Sometimes the messages are clear, sometimes they even come with mental images and such. But other times the messages are diffuse or even unintelligible, sometimes there aren't even images to support thoughts (aphantasia).
However, it comes at an energy cost…so something that would be more "convenient" for him would be snatching your private diary/journal, if you had one. Not as effective as actually reading your mind in real time, but it would give him something akin to a guide or map to your heart. Your likes? Dislikes? Hopes and Dreams? Any fantasy you have? Maybe fears or something you always wanted to get but never could? He wants to know everything about it!!
-If you're an artist too, he will be delighted to hear more about the kind of art you make and your technique…
-Not only he may call you “Y/n-boy~” , or “Y/n-girl~”, his accent also appears in other endearing terms of affection, such as “Sweet~heart” or “Daar~ling”.
-Once you two start dating, he will never, ever take his hands off of you. You have been warned.
-He shows his love in a calm, fun, collected way. But he can be very obsessive and controlling.
-In the route I was designing for him, the deal was that you (y/n) were his soulmate, so Cecelia/Cyndia didn't exist as his lover. So, naturally, him not being able to connect with anyone in that way until he met you (in his thirties, actually), took a toll on him and his mental health. Not that love heals everything, he will still go to therapy sooner or later.
-Would absolutely love brushing your hair…
That's all for now, folks! Hope you enjoyed it! See you in the next post!!
I'm begging the world for anyone really I've like legit run out of it to read please for the love of God someone write more Pegasus x reader I'm dying here ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
I'm gonna die if I don't get more I swear it's been years lemme at that man ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ
Pegasus loves your tattoos, in fact it was the first topic the both of you talked about.
If you’ve got black and grey tattoos Pegasus will often ask if you could sit down with him as he colours them in, often with acrylic paints rather than markers.
He’d also often ask you if you be his paint subject and ask for you to pose for him. Pegasus love’s the challenge of trying to copy your beauty and your detailed tattoos exactly on his own canvas.
He’d politely ask for you to pose nude if you wanted to. But never push you if you didn’t want to.
There are many paintings inspired by your tattoos, each telling a story. As well as some Duel Monster cards, but he likes to make sure those are special cards that would be sold as limited edition.
Pegasus would cry for days if your got a tattoo of Toons then proceed to cry every time he saw it.
I know you don't do headcanons often, but could we please get one with Opal, Solari, Marble, Sylvian and the Mailman (does he have a name? I don't remember :<) on how they would react if Reader took a hold of their hands and started gently kissing them? Like, the inside of their palms, their fingertips, their wrists. Lovey dovey stuff like that cause I'm an addict of your work and OCs (///ω///)♪
If they're too many characters, just the characters you feel like writing are ok! (/^^)/⌒●~*
Hand Holding Headcanons
Featuring: Moth Prince | Angel | Living Statue | Fairy | Pegasus Mailman | All x GN Reader |
Tags: Soft Devotion, Gentle Touches, Flustered Wonder, Super Uber Fluffy
AN Goodness this took so long BUT I wanted to drop this off before my semester starts! This was super fun to make, hope I did each character justice, Sylvian's was funny to imagine since yknow he's a fairy. Hope you enjoy! And I gave the Mailman a name — I did in fact forget to give him one
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🦋 Opal Headcanons
• You start by taking his hand absentmindedly. He thinks nothing of it at first — he’s used to holding you.
Then you turn his palm upward, and kiss the center of it. Opal freezes.
• His antennae snap upright. His wings flare out in a startled, soft whuff behind him.
He looks at you like you’ve just cast a spell on him.
• He absolutely cannot pull his hand away. When you lift his fingers one by one and kiss each fingertip? He’s done for.
His shoulders go soft, his wings tremble faintly, his knees actually weaken a little.
• He watches you like you’re performing sacred ritual. And when you finish?
He immediately presses his hand to his chest like you’ve left warmth behind in his bones.
• If you tilt his wrist and press your lips just below where his pulse flutters? Opal makes a small, helpless sound.
Mothfolk pulses run faster than humans’. You can feel it quicken under your lips.
• He flushes visibly. “That’s unfair,” he says softly, though there’s no real complaint in it. “You can feel how nervous I am.”
His wings slowly curve inward, instinctively trying to cocoon the moment — trying to protect you, protect himself, protect whatever that feeling is.
• He'll whispers things like:
“I didn’t know I needed this.”
“You’re so sweet with me.”
“You always are.”
He is not embarrassed in a defensive way — just overwhelmed in a soft, fluttery way.
• After you’re done? He studies his hands like they’ve changed.
Then he looks at you like you’ve changed him. “You make even my hands feel loved,” he says quietly.
• And the next time he holds your face? He’s impossibly gentle. Because now he understands how something so small can mean so much.
🌷 Marble Headcanons
🕊️ Solari Headcanons
• You take their hand without warning and Solari goes completely still. Not tense — just… stunned. Like you’ve just interrupted a sacred ritual.
• “What are you doing?” they ask, voice low, careful. You don’t answer. You press a gentle kiss to the inside of their palm. Their wings flare.
• Angels run warm, but when your lips touch their skin, the warmth spikes. Their fingers twitch involuntarily, feathers ruffling in a soft, audible frrp behind them.
“That is… unnecessary,” they murmur. But they do not pull away.
• When you kiss their fingertips one by one, Solari watches you like you’re performing something holy. A faint, betrayed coo escapes them.
• The inside of their wrist is worse, the moment your lips brush there, right over the pulse of celestial light beneath their skin, their composure cracks.
• Their head tips back slightly. Just slightly, their wings shudder.
“You must stop,” they whisper. Don't stop
• Solari tries so hard to maintain their suave dignity. Back straight, chin lifted, voice steady. But the second you lace your fingers with theirs and press another soft kiss into their palm? They lean forward, chasing the warmth.
• And if you press one last kiss to their knuckles? Solari finally moves.
Their free hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek with impossible tenderness. They bend just enough to rest their forehead lightly against yours.
• “…If you continue,” they murmur, voice hushed and reverent, “I may forget every law written for my kind.”
Their wings curl around you instinctively. And very softly, very contently — They coo.
• You take his hands suddenly, and he goes completely still. “Is this… a new ritual?” he asks softly — but he doesn’t pull away.
• You kiss the center of his palm. He inhales sharply. “That part of me has never been important before,” he whispers. “You make it feel… chosen.”
• You press a kiss to each fingertip, he watches like you’re performing magic.
Afterward, he flexes his fingers slowly.
“They remember you,” he murmurs in awe.
• You kiss the inside of his wrist. His other hand instinctively rises to cradle yours.
“You are very gentle with something that could outlast centuries,” he says, almost dazed.
• If you keep holding his hands after? He turns them over, studying your palms like constellations. Then he presses a careful, cool kiss to your knuckles.
“I would like to learn how to love you exactly like this,” he admits.
• If you explain that it just means you care about him? His faint glow brightens.
“Then I will treasure my hands,” he decides. “Because you have.”
• Later, when you’re not looking, he touches the spot you kissed. Just to remember the warmth.
🌺 Sylvian Headcanons
• The first time you gently take his hand, he assumes you’re about to admire it. “Yes, they are elegant. Try to keep up.”
• Then you press a kiss to his tiny palms. He pauses, wings freeze mid-buzz. Glow flickers. “Wh— That is highly irregular behavior.”
• When you kiss the inside of his palm, he inhales sharply. He tries to pull his hand back with a scoff, but doesn’t actually let go.
“You’re… being very bold right now.”
• Fingertip kisses absolutely ruin him, he watches your lips touch each tiny finger like you’re handling something precious, and his expression goes from smug to soft in seconds.
“…You’d think I was fragile,” he murmurs. He secretly loves that you treat him like he is.
• If you kiss his wrist, right where his pulse hums with magic? His wings flare bright orchid-purple. That’s intimate, he goes quiet. Staring. Processing. Then softly, “Do that again.”
• He pretends he’s unaffected. “Yes, yes, worship is expected.” Meanwhile his ears are pink, and his free hand is gripping your sleeve like he’s afraid you’ll stop.
• He'll lean forward, pressing his forehead to your nose. “You’re spoiling me,” he whispers.
He sounds pleased about it.
• Sometime after you finish, he guides you to turn your hand over and kisses your fingertips back — very delicately.
“Fair exchange,” he says. “I am nothing if not generous.”
💜 Mailman Rowan Headcanons
• The first time you take his hands, he freezes, completely. Wings half-lifted, mid-breath. His back hoof immediately starts that tiny nervous tap.
• "Oh— are— is this—?” He doesn’t pull away. Not even close. His hands are warm, slightly calloused from carrying satchels and parcels.
• When you bring his palm to your lips, his wings flare just a little in shock. That does something to him. His fingers twitch instinctively, like he wants to close them around your hand but is scared he’ll ruin the moment.
• His tail swishes once. Twice. “I—I deliver letters,” he murmurs faintly, watching you like you’re performing sacred magic. “No one’s ever… written on me before.” He blushes so hard it reaches the tips of his ears.
• “That tickles,” he whispers, but he doesn’t move. If anything, he leans closer. When you kiss each fingertip individually, he looks like he might ascend.
• When you kiss his wrists his wings shudder, that’s a vulnerable spot and he knows it.
• His voice drops softer, barely audible. “You’re very gentle with me.” He finally gathers the courage to lace his fingers with yours afterward. He presses your knuckles to his lips in return—hesitant at first, then firmer once he realizes you’re not pulling away.
• He starts offering his hands to you shyly. Not demanding. Just… presenting them. If you kiss his palms again, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed.
Second part for the headcanons of this beloved man!!
...Well hello!! Here we go again! Let's just start, shall we?
Pegasus J. Crawford/Maximillion Pegasus | Headcanons (Part 2)
Trigger warnings: There are some parts that are suggestive. Not explicit, but suggestive enough (you know what I mean, lol.), wholesome and neutral for the most part.
So without further ado, let's go!!
Also Proship and comship, whatever please DNI. Also minors DNI either.
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-Your dynamic together would totally be:
“I didn't say anything!!…did you peak into my mind again??”
“Oh honey, I don't need to use my millenium eye to see right through you”
- Something that I've always wondered about "if was having his left eye removed for the millennium eye made him lose depth in his overall vision". He is an artist, so both eyes are necessary when approaching deep understanding of perspective, and avoiding things to look flat.
However I think the millennium eye actually helped him with his art. After getting used to it, Pegasus started feeling he had better hand-eye coordination, and whatever image he had on his mind, was now more clear and he could depict it faithfully (and in less time than before).
So...it could be said that he lost his physical vision partially, but gained experience with his "mind's eye" (no pun intended (?).).
-He always had a vivid imagination since childhood, now thanks to the millennium eye, he has hyper-phantasia (the ability see an object in your mind clearly and in many angles, as if it was in 3D.)
-The castle he lives in is “weirdly” designed and kind of labyrinthic. Let's remember the OG Duelist Kingdom arc for a moment. At that time, “Duel Monsters” was more of a DnD, tabletop game of sorts, represented in a card game that had holographic arenas. It wasn't until Battle City that the game actually matured its rules a little more.
Taking that into account, his home is wide, filled with this “magical” and “whimsy” details, that makes it feel more alive.
So at night, when trying to navigate the castle with the lights off, you’ll naturally feel as if you were crawling into a dungeon. It does really fit into the “fantasy vibe”, so to speak.
Although you'll always feel as if there was someone watching you...a shadow looming over you. And even if you direct your gaze at it's direction, now it's completely gone...
Was it necessary to feel all of this uneasiness when the only thing you did was going to the bathroom at 3 A.M?
-You’ll experience nothing short of adoration from this man (Kind of like Gomez Addams with Morticia, actually!!)
He likes to caress you, hold you, embrace you, and if you two are alone in the same room, the temperature might rise unexpectedly if he ever asks you to sit on his lap…what an unshameous/unshameful man, isn't he?. You have been warned!.
-Pegasus is really touch-starved, so one of the questions I like to ask myself often regarding soft affection, is the balance between giving and receiving.
We’ve already established he is affectionate, and very into hugs and physical affection. He will never reject any of your advances, either (obviously).
Does he like to be held? The answer is yes, he actually adores it. (When I say “being held” it means you are being placed at the bottom, and he is above you, I hope that clears it up.)
However, he doesn't want to feel like he is going to crush you, so you like to put some pillows in the headboard of the bed, and receive him in your arms while sitting slightly. He loves placing his head on your chest, while keeping eye contact. There is something very intimate about moments like this…
One of the few instances where it's not even necessary to talk. It's just you and him. You lay there silently while brushing his hair, while he looks at you like you are the best in the world…
You are nothing short from a magical being at that moment. You're his everything.
-Sometimes, the thoughts that linger on his mind are not exactly the “spicy” ones, or at least, not all the time.
Taking into account that his zodiac sign is Libra, and Libra is ruled by Venus, Pegasus enjoys sensual pleasures, rather than sexual ones (Not that he doesn't enjoy adult action, but he leans mostly in the romantic territory). Meaning he interacts with his surroundings and the things he loves through all of his senses (plus the “vision” granted by his millenium eye.).
It's not just about crude instinct. He can remember how you looked, the shivers he sent to your spine, the chills in your skin as he touched you…
That gives him a “warmer”, more complete view about life. He is really passionate, but that extends to all the areas in his life.
-Very theatrical being too!! This man loves to exaggerate for the fun of it! It's not just about creating art anymore. He is the art. He embodies the art, and he is the painting in movement.
An unpredictable showman as you see (In canon, the scene with Bandit Keith showed exactly this.), no one knows what his next step will be, and that's what makes being by his side thrilling.
-On a funny side note, he would enjoy reading your diary as much as he does reading a comic.
However, when things get a little “more interesting”, he stops his tracks, and stops drinking entirely. He might even mutter to himself something along the lines of:
“Oooh, this is exciting…oh, dammit, I need to be sober for this one!”
And you deserve some recognition for this. For a man that could have the world at his fingertips, chasing novelty is hard, so you can imagine he really must be invested in you as a whole to enjoy knowing more about you…
-It doesn't matter if you two have kids or not, believe me when I say he loves, and adores dad jokes!
So if you are AFAB (Assigned Female At Birth) and eventually get pregnant, he will definitely cry when you tell him the news...
But when the kid is finally born, Pegasus will charge at you with double the dad jokes again, you have been warned!
-He loves Halloween as much as he loves Christmas (any Holiday, really), and he likes celebrating in general.
-Pegasus doesn't like reading books as much as he likes reading comics, as sometimes, the descriptions can drag for too long and overstimulate his visual brain (he gets tired easily, so to speak).
But now, one of his favourite forms of entertainment and inspiration is having you read to him out loud...
Do not get discouraged by the tiny mess ups while reading!! He finds the stuttering adorable!!
In general, he likes to hear about egyptian history and ancient discoveries from around the world. Historical fiction, drama, I feel he would like you to read many books by Oscar Wilde (a fellow libra, The picture of Dorian Gray is one of his favourites along his short stories.)
But his absolute favourite when either he or you are feeling down is...
Chick lit.
Yeah yeah, I said it. You have never heard him laugh louder and you absolutely adore him for that, how could you not?
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So that's all folks!! I hope you liked this one, and see you in another post!!
May I request headcanons for Yugi, Joey, Seto, and Pegasus reacting to their female S/O (who's a cop) telling them about a chance encounter she had with a notorious serial killer which inspired her to become a cop?
Ooohh I got you boo
⚠️WARNING THIS FICTION CONTAINS MENTION OF DEATH IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT PLEASE CLICK AWAY NOW!⚠️
Yugi muto:
You have been cop for awhile now, and Yugi was very supportive of it. It made you happy, and in turn he was happy for you.
Though he was always curious to why you joined the force in the first place. At first you warned him about the story, but he agreed none the less.
You told him about the time you and a friend were on your way home, when you witness the infamous Domino slasher killing his 10th victim.
Luckily enough you and your friend were able to out run him and call the police, but seeing and hearing the injustice made you want to join so nothing bad like that happens again.
Yugi was both proud and shocked by the story, but he understood why you joined the force and couldnt be more prouder of you.
Joey Wheeler:
You Joey lost connection after graduation, however when the two of you reconnect and eventually started dating was when he found out you became a cop.
When catching up he asked you why you decided to join the force. You were reluctant to say anything, but when he reassured you everything will be okay you gave in.
You told him how your family was targeted by the Family snatcher. You dad was able to hold the killer off while your mom and you got help.
Your father didnt make it, and it lighted a flame in you. You wanted to stop similar actions from ever happening again so you joined the force.
Joey comforted you after the story, but as he held you tight he praised you for your bravery and how proud your dad must be of you. You were glad you told joey your story.
Seto Kaiba:
You have been a cop since Seto has known you, you were one of the most trusted member on the force as far as he was aware of.
While at dinner with the brothers Mokuba asked why you joined the force. You didnt have the heart to tell him the truth so you told a little white lie.
Seto caught on, and when he put mokuba to bed hours later he asked for the truth. You didnt see a point in hiding it so you told him.
While spending the night with a friend her house was broken into by The Woman Carver. You and her made it out okay, but sadly her mother did not.
Seeing the heart break and injustice you friend faced in the upcoming months after the attack made you want to join the force so you could protect people like her.
Seto had no words for the story, but he did hold you close for the rest of the night. He is extremely proud to call you his s/o.
Maximillian Pegasus:
For as long as he has known you, you have been in the police force. He always admired your dedication to justice, but wondered what drove it.
So one night at the two of you were eating he asked in casually. You seem scared and reluctant at the memory, but decided to tell him anyway.
When you were little; you and your older brother where heading home from the store. Since your mom worked late it was just the two of you.
Your brother decided to take a shortcut home, but unfortunately ran into the Night Stalker. Your brother was able to hide you, but lost his life in the process.
That night the man got away, and you swore to your brother that you would catch the guy who did this to him.
It took you many years after joining to catch the guy, but when you did you were able to confront your fears, and put your brother to rest finally.
Pegasus was moved by your answer, and since then every year he made sure your brothers clean with plenty of flowers when you visited. He knew that your brother would as proud of you as he is now.
