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Heya! Genuinely obsessed with your epic writing, there's so little content out there and even fewer for mandrake especially. I beg for another fic with him please. Not asking for anything specific, just wish for more of the bug dilf please

BRO WAIT- I ACTUALLY- HOLD UP I ACTUALLY HAD A GREAT FUCKIN BRAIN IDEA IDK WHY PONYO- BIG WOMAN SMALL MAN BIG WOMAN SMALL MAN THEN I CHANGED MY MIND

Family Bonding| Mandrake

Reader: female | she/her

Warnings: mentions of prego, and prego sadness

Note: Am...Am I back??

"Momma..." Dagda shook the sleeping woman, "Momma."

Y/n shifted, as her husband pulled her closer in, "Momma..."

With the third chime of her name her eyes slowly opened: it dark outside: moonlight breaking through the open window, a viable light source to see her child; no older than seven year old, looking up at her in her bed with big amber eyes.

"Dagda? Honey?" She muttered.

"Momma I heard something in my room." He spoke, he speaking uneasey, trying to be strong like she had taught him.

"Hm..." Y/n answered half asleep still, her body too tired and too comfortable to get out of bed she managed to wiggle herself free of her husbands grasp, keeping towards her usual side of the bed she opened the comfortor, inviting him to join her for the rest of the night, "nothing will get you in here. Come."

Dagda was quick to get up and climb himself in beside her, nuzzling into his mother with ease and comfort. Her aem drapped comfortably around him as she pulled the blanket closer, leaving Mandrake partnerless, and with a little less blanket.

She fell asleep with Dagda quiet quickly, the little boy doing the same in the safety of his mother's arms. Yet so enough, Mandrake grumbled, upset with the lack of body warmth, and reached to grab Y/n, he tried to roll her over, he willing to meet half way yet she mummbled something in annoyance and shifted. Annoyed but not willing to give up he moved himself, her back to his chest as his arm drapped over her.

It was a good twenty mintues till y/n had started to get hot, and wake up, she sighed getting up carefully, Dagda in her arms she got off the bed, replacing herself with her son, the two sleeping peacefully.

"Come back to bed." Mandrake mummbled towards her.

With a groan she fell back onto the bed, her back to Mandrake's as she nuzzled her way back in comfortably before falling asleep.

Sometime during the night Dagda woke up again, switching to lay between his parents backs, and then finally between them as they turned on there backs to lay comfortably with the new body between them.

"Your Majesty." A woman shook the woman's shoulder.

"Mhm..."

"Your majesty it's about to be sunrise." She cooed to the sleeping woman.

"Five more..."

"Ah..five more mintues never hurt-"

"Hours..." Y/n grumbled.

"I'll set up the extra strong tea then ma'am." She responded softly, leaving the family to sleep for a few extra minutes.

Y/n sighed; half-awake half asleep, she knew she'd have to get up, reluctant to do so, she stayed down for another full minute before doing anything. she shifted, ready to get up for the morning-

"Lay down," Mandrake grumbled, Y/n looked over at him half. way sat up.

"Someone has to do the morning-"

"Don't worry about that, I'll have it handled," he complained, eyes still closed, Y/n fell back into her spot, no one had to tell her again as she let herself fall back asleep.

Mandrake would take her spot, tired? Oh absolutely, but they had fallen into the routine of Y/n setting the kingdom up for the sun rise, usually handing rule over mid-day and staying by his side until late hours of the night.

He found himself in the kitchen, Y/n's right hand, Yemen preparing the usual pot of tea for Y/n's morning wake up. So when she turned around- surprised, she almost dropped the pot in shock to see the King there rather than the Queen.

"Oh! My-" She sighed, "You scared me your majesty, are you joining My Queen for tea?"

"Y/n is sleeping," Mandrake answered.

Yemen sighed, yet a smile stayed on her face, she knew the woman all to well now; "I'd like her to stay that way," Mandrake interrupted Yemen's thoughts.

"Oh," She responded pouring the cups of tea, "Then, I will awake the book keeper to assist you as you like him to in the evenings-"

"You will assist me, as you assist Y/n," Mandrake ordered as she placed the cup infront of Mandrake.

"Very well, would you like to follow the routine of my queen to the truest we can,"

"That'd be ideal."

Yemen nodded, "Well then theres...quiet...a bit of differences if you'd like to have those implemented too-"

She looked at the sundial hanging from her neck, turning towards the window.

"For a few more moments I will only be able to address you as My King. My queen prefers her name over anything. Breakfast will be finished at that time as well. My Queen would take half of it and some fruit. Never really finishes a plate of food, does she? She prefers her subjects to be friends rather than subjects, but understands the line between the two. A fine line she likes to keep that way. She'll feed My Prince during the small break she has between the early morns guest and the late morns guest, and She'll take them till you wake. Usually around late mid day? Then you run the Kingdom My King and she tends to the ladies and meets Ayana for tea. Then again, You have gotten lucky, Mrs. Y/n isn't scheduled for much this day, you have finished your breakfast?"

"I haven't picked up a fork,"

"Very well, you're first subjects arrive momentarily,"

Yemen walked off, Mandrake trying to sneak a bite of food "Come along now!" Yemen called for him.

He sighed and was quick to follow the woman.

Yemen had explained the moring wasn't going to be busy as usual, yet the line already forming told him differently.

The first set of his people in a distraught land argument. Surprised to see Mandrake rather than the Queen.

"Where is Mrs.Y/n the Queen!" One demanded.

"I am perfectly capable of running my kingdom without my love besides me."

"Yemen!"

"This is the arrangement for today, Fogo." Yemen commented, " If you three are dissatisfied with today, you may leave and take it up with Mrs.Y/n, With no ill will as she goes by."

The three looked at each other, and bowed, then left.

Turns out. Many came in the morning just for Y/n to rule and guidance from them. The few that did stay assumed Mandrake had known of there situation, off the top of his head, which he didn't- Y/n did and Y/n wasn't there.

From the number walkout he had he was finished early, and was allowed a proper meal, his son just waking up.

"Momma's still asleep." Dagda pulled at his father's cloak.

He picked up his son, "Your Mother deserves some rest. Here."

Dagda took the piece of mole bacon he was handed and ate at it.

"When will Momma get up?" Dagda asked.

"When she's not tired anymore." Mandrake answered.

In came Yemen with a envelope, she setting a tray up and on it tea, and a small breakfast.

"That is not for Y/n is it?"

"Yes sir. It is." Yemen answered.

"I will take it."

"Very well." Yemen answered, removing the letter and setting the tray straight.

"I will take both." Mandrake answered.

"It is addressed to the Queen." Yemen answered.

"I will take both." Mandrake ordered hand extended.

Yemen sighed, reluctance on her face as she handed over the letter. He didn't have to open it. The heart at the end of her name told him it all.

"If it makes your anger disappate." Yemen spoke turning towards the cupboard where she unlocked a lower draw, and pulled the whole thing from the frame, "she leaves them all. Unopened."

Dumping them onto the unoccupied counter space she set the drawer down.

"He writes but she does not answer." Yemen responded.

"What does he want?" Mandrake asked.

"I do not know."

Mandrake looked at the writing before sliding it to Yemen to add to the collection.

"Very well if that's what's she wishes."

Yemen nodded and added the letter to the drawer before returning it to the cabinet.

"Lets bring your mother her breakfast." Mandrake spoke, returning his attention to his son who was more than delighted to help.

With tray in Mandrakes hand, and a single team cup by two hands by baby Dadga they walked down the castle halls together.

"Is Momma sick?" Dagda asked.

Mandrake looked down at his son, "No."

"Oh. I thought she was." Dagda told his father, "she's only in bed like this when she's sick."

Mandrake was quiet, his wife ran his kingdom better than he ever would. He's have to apologize for it- they made it to the bedroom Dagda pushing past the existing opening in the door.

Y/n was right where she was left, still sleeping.

"Momma! Momma!"

Y/n hummed as Dagda put the cup on the night stand and climbed on the bed before Mandrake could even make it inside.

"Momma! There's breakfast for you!"

"Dagda don't wake your mother-"

It was too late she hummed and looked up and over at her son. Wait.

Why was Dagda up? He's never up before-

She shot up quickly in realization, "what time is it?!-"

"Everything's taken care of." Mandrake commented as Dagda moved to besides her.

She looked at the tray set besides her, then her husband, Dagda placing himself in her lap with a smile.

"Thank you...uh...thank you," she spoke unsure if she was dreaming or not looking at the single teacup, "maybe...you could go get some extra teacups please?"

Dagda looked up at his mother nodding at her request and was quick to move his way along off the bed out the door.

"You...you didn't have to do this." Y/n spoke, "I could have done it."

"You do it every day, I'm sure one day off won't hurt," Mandrake spoke, his clawed hand reaching out to rub along her cheek, which she only flinched the slightest, and he retracted.

"What was not done?" She asked quickly attempting to avoid a conversation.

"Y/n," He started.

"I'm assuming they-"

"Y/n" He repeated as she grew quiet she looking down at the tray.

"I... feel guilty..." She started, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Love-"

"You can get up and do this but I get up at the same time every day and can never even find time..." She sniffled.

"Please try not to feel guilty, you run my kingdom better than I, my people enjoy you better than I." Mandrake tried to reassure, wiping her face of large tears.

"I can't do this baby Mandrake," Y/n told him, "I can't last until winter like this,"

"Look at me," Mandrake lifted her chin up, "I know it's difficult, and I know it was not planned, what do you want to do?"

"Cry." was her only answer.

As quick as she answered the tray was moved to the floor and she was in his arms, a few more weeks until winter, three to be exact, and if it was anything like when she was pregnant with their eldest, this would be the start of her sleepless nights filled with sobbing and praying filled days to whatever part of the forest that would listen to her sobs, these last weeks were the hardest in his eyes, without her brother.

She cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back in small circles, giving her temple a long kiss as she only held onto him tighter. Dagda came back in carefully with extra cups, and at the sound of his Mother's crying he set them on the floor and rushed over in anger.

"What did you do to her!" he argued.

"Dagda, your mother is just upset-"

"Why'd you make her upset!" He argued, "Why were you being mean to Momma!"

Dagda was quick to climb onto the bed and wedge his way somewhat carefully between his mother and father.

"Dadga!-" His father scolded.

The little boy pulled on his mother's shirt, he looking from her hidden place on Mandrake's shoulder.

"I'll beat him up!" Dagda declared, "If dad's being mean I'll put him down in the dungeon! With all the other meanies!"

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle, despite the tears that ran down her face, she pulling him up and closer between the two.

"your father's not being mean, he's being nice, giving me a shoulder to cry on."

Dagda looked at his mother, "Why are you crying then?"

"Sometimes...everyone just needs to cry," Y/n smiled smally at him, "But thank you for trying to help."

Dagda cuddled into his mother, Mandrake holding the two of them close, nothing could be as perfect as his family, good days, bad days, sad days and happy days, as long as they were together.

Tfw you get obsessed w/ a film thats 11 years old and has 0000.1% of a fandom

Can you maybe write a bunch of random headcannons or a x reader for Mandrake? Sorry I'm weird lol.

Indeed I can, anon!! And dont worry, you’re not weird

Hell yes, mandrake stuff!!!!

Mandrake General and Romantic Headcanons

General:

While it may seem like Mandrake has a short temper, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. He wouldn’t have gotten as far as he has being Lord of Wrathwood if he was quick to anger.

He does, however, find a lot of things annoying, and his solution to that is usually to get rid of the annoying thing (said thing usually being troops of leafmen, toads looking to make a quick buck, rowdy boggans, etc.,)

He is opportunistic by nature. If Mandrake sees a chance, for anything, he will take it. This is why he was suddenly more aggressive on the offensive when Queen Tara was to pick an heir to the throne. He saw a chance to completely throw off the scales in his favor and he took it.

If it wasn’t already clear, this man is a family man. He fucking LOVES his family, they don’t just mean the world to him, they ARE the entire world to him.

If Dagda said he didn’t want to keep fighting anymore, Mandrake would begrudgingly come up with a truce with the Leafmen, he cares that much.

Whether he wants to or not is another story, he quite enjoys being a menace and having others fear him.

Mandrake goes through shifts with his son, Dagda, when it comes to commanding the troops. That way they both are able to get proper rest, but it also means that they don’t spend as much time together as they could.

When there is a lull in Mandrake’s offensive nature, him and Dagda will go on patrols or hunting together to catch up. He always tries to make time for his son when need be.

However when he does have free time, Mandrake can be found riding with his grackle, Nightshade, either hunting or exploring certain areas he had never been before, or back at Wrathwood reading stolen scrolls or working on new weapons.

He is curious by nature. If he finds something that catches his interest, he wants to know every little thing about it. He’s particularly interested in human music, instruments and records are fascinating to him, especially if music is on a CD or something like a phone or radio.

He has broken in to Nim’s tree multiple times. He doesn’t just read out of necessity but out of actual interest. He probably has taught himself and his son how to read English so that they can break into Professor Bomba’s house and read some of his books. And just in general harass him, they find it funny to steal his things and watch him fume over himself trying to figure out where they went.

Unlike the leafmen, they made it a point to mess with the human as much as possible. It became a game to see who could steal the most stuff without him noticing. Dagda currently has a streak.

While he doesn’t as much anymore, Mandrake loves to just in general mess with others. It is his form of entertainment.

Mandrake and Ronin have a serious score to settle between the two yet no one really knows why. Ronin won’t talk about it, especially after Tara’s death, and Mandrake will only allude to it in passing. The only people who know why is Ronin’s second in command, Finn, Nim Galuu, the late Queen Tara, and one of Mandrake’s closest confidantes, a boggan named Weevil.

Mandrake is a lot stronger than others give him credit for. That scene where he brought down a huge oak tree single handedly from meters away? Yeah, that’s not just a one-off feat of strength. That’s barely a taste.

For all his cruelties and reputation as a feared warlord, this man has a soft side and the common person will see it when he is around kids.

He loves children. He can’t resist being soft for a child and is really gentle with infants. If he could, he’d have a whole litter of them, he loved being a father and adores just being around kids.

He makes it a point to never harm a child directly, and he makes sure that the rest of his army knows the consequences if they do so.

Romantic:

I mentioned that Mandrake is very family orientated. This also applies to his partner. If you aren’t just a fling and you and him are together, this man is the definition of devoted husband.

When I say devoted, I mean D E V O T E D. Just say the word and he will be leveling the entire forest for you. Please say the word. Just give him the excuse to do it. Don’t ever joke about it because he will take any chance he can to burn the forest to the ground with glee.

In a relationship with him, there is noone above the other. The two of you are equals, both in public, in private, and in power among the hoard. Your word means just as much if not more than Mandrake’s, only because Mandrake has a pension for punishing those who disobey his partner. The boggans hope you’re the more agreeable of the two, because if you say “No you cannot kill another boggan just because they forgot to go on patrol like I told them to,” then everyone can breathe a sigh of relief.

That being said, your relationship is built on trust and honesty, so there is a LOT of leeway for teasing. So much of it. If it wasn’t for your relationship, it would seem mean, but he never means any of it and neither do you.

If anything either of you do or say crosses a line, there is no shame in telling the other so, boundaries and limits are always respected, and “no” will usually never need to be repeated.

The only exception will come to affairs with the leafmen. You will have to be very firm if you ever disagree with him in those matters. It might irritate him, but he isn’t mad for long. Even if you do argue. He firmly believes in not going to bed angry and he will be open to talking to you about whatever the issue at hand is.

He loves to make you flustered. Especially if he has to work hard for it, it makes the sight of you blushing even more satisfying.

Challenge him. Physically, intellectually, emotionally, playfully, he does not like anything easy and he doesn’t find complete submission interesting. It actually makes him uncomfortable. If there is a set power dynamic between you two, be a brat. It’s more fun for the both of you.

There is one hard line that Mandrake doesn’t break: You have to get along with his son. If you and Dagda don’t get along, sorry, he’s not interested.

Though, it’s very hard not to get along with Dagda, he’s generally fun to be around and you’d most likely be best friends with him if you hadn’t gotten with Mandrake when Dagda was a child.

Expect a lot of roughhousing. Whether it’s you and Mandrake, Mandrake and Dagda, whatever, this man is like a cat and will pounce on you without warning for an impromptu wrestling sesh. Sometimes its playful, other times it’s like trying to run away from a dog who is set on trying to tackle you.

While Mandrake is busy, very busy, usually, when he has down time he is always with you. He hates being away from you for long and gets extremely clingy. Depending on how much time away you spend from him, he might not let you out of his sight and will follow you around.

He will make excuses, though. Saying he has nothing better to do or that he has free-time. That’s a lie, he is purposefully skirting his usual responsibilities just so he can refill his “you time” meter.

He lives off of domestic moments, but he can pull out the romantic in him. Solo flights with you at night, finding a clearing and just lying down in the grass to watch the stars, bringing you trinkets and gifts that he had found on patrol, wait the gifts—THE GIFTS!

He is ALWAYS trying to bring you stuff. It could be stomper jewelry he found, something he stole from the Jinn, weapons, furs, fresh kills, cool bones or rocks, he is like a crow and he wants to show you all the near little things he found. Hang them up on the walls or shelves of your chambers or wear them and he will puff up in pride.

If you show in an interest in something, he is going out of his way to try and find every little thing that fits that interest. He can have a one track mind so you might have to keep him on a leash and tell him he cant just break into a stomper’s house and steal their stuff.

There are no secrets between you two. If there were, they aren’t kept for long. Mandrake doesn’t like gossip, but he makes an exception for you. The two of you will gossip like teenage girls but then never say a word to anyone else.

If you couldn’t fight before, that’s fixed within the week. Sparring is his version of a date night so you pick up very quickly how to at the very least fend off your partner. And if you can hold your own against Mandrake, you don’t really need to worry about anyone else.

But lord forbid if anyone hurts you. There isn’t anything, leafmen and nature be damned, that will get in his way once he finds out who dared to lay a hand on you in malice. He will make an example of them, and it will give him a lot of pride if you are happy to watch.

By himself, Mandrake is the most feared being in the forests of Moonhaven. By yourself, you might as well have the power to take over not only Moonhaven but the rest of the surrounding forests if you so pleased. But by each other’s side?

Ronin needs to be careful. Upsetting you just gives Mandrake the “go ahead” to raise living hell upon the forest.

You occasionally will turn around and see Mandrake gazing at you with the softest and warmest look in his eyes. You mean everything to him, you are his family, his world, and he would do anything for you if you allowed it.

Call him a sap, he won’t deny it.

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Something animated to be "hyperrealist" isn't appealing to me anymore because it all starts to look very... samey. It'll age.

But if you have a proper sense of your style...

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