ahhhhhh A NAT HEADCANON OH BOI
Nat doesn’t like snow. He thinks that it belongs where penguins and polar bears are because they need it, he doesn’t need it and he doesn’t want it.
He tries baking you cookies and two thirds of them come out burnt. He still presents them to you like a little kid. You tell him you love them, you like them crispy.
You’re already wrapped up in a blanket, but he doesn’t think that’s enough. He brings five more and turns you into a big fat sushi roll that he cuddles.
“What is this on the TV ,Nat?”
“This is me”
“It’s about slow-worms”
“Exactly”
He makes hot chocolate with way too much sugar in it. He’s a glutton for sweetness. He also adds about ten thousand marshmallows.
The storm gets a bit too heavy for his liking and his tucks his head under a couple of the blankets he’s put on you, grumbling and mumbling.
He falls asleep before you do, In an awkward and uncomfortable looking position with his legs bent and his arms pointing in two wildly different directions. You peel off the blankets and put them all over him instead.
He keeps saying taa-dahh softly in his sleep.
He’s dreaming about performing, you can tell from the happiness that it puts all over his face.
Hc: Fluffy cuddly Nat snuggling with s/o because of a snow storm
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