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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Howl Pendragon Gets a Little Feral

Pairing: Howl Pendragon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, marking, scratching, jealousy, possessive sex, clothes ripping, outdoor sex, shifting (just his hands), feral Howl

A/N: Yes, he's pretty as fuck but I want him pretty and feral.

Pride and charisma were big parts of who Howl was as a person. His charisma and charm got him to a lot of high places, and a lot of trouble, the scales varied. His pride was something he was willing to get into arguments over, and it certainly got him into more trouble then otherwise.

Howl's pride was why you didn't even make it into his castle, just to the door before he couldn't wait to kiss you anymore. Howl's pride could easily turn into jealousy, with very little provocation at that. Like a soldier asking you for a dance. He didn't have to fly you away after kissing you in front of the soldier, his kiss was enough of a statement, he didn't have to push you against the rail and grunt as he tried to get clothes out of the way but he did.

"I never took you of all people to be the jealous type Howl." You helped him get your dress out of the way because seeing him this forceful almost never happened. Howl was a gentle and giving lover, you never thought that would be influenced something as simple as a dance.

"It wasn't the dance. It was the way he and his friends looked at you." Howl pushed the tip of his cock against your pussy, "Like... like you owed them something. It made me sick. You're not theirs, you don't owe them anything." He kept still, only a few inches of his cock sinking in, his hands shaking on your thighs from both anger and lust.

"You're right. I'm not theirs. I'm yours. Your girl right?" You impaled yourself on his cock, taking the whole length at once. Howl's hands shifted, his black feathers growing up his arms, up to his elbows, his sharp claws leaving lines on your thighs.

He never marked you like this, with kisses sure, almost always, but this was a first. "Yes. My girl." His breath came out in deep, quick, labored pants, "Shall I mark you as such?" Soft hands moved down your thighs to smooth over the marks he's made but still twitching along your skin.

"By all means, mark me as much as you want." Claws dug into your skin again, this time sneaking from your thighs to your arms and gripping them, pulling your body taunt while he started moving in and out. You could feel those sharp claws dig into your skin. "You can mark me on the inside too."

"I-Inside." Howl grunted at the thought, the smacking of his hips slightly dampened by the clothes that kept getting in the way, "Fuck." The sound of clothes ripping made your cunt clench so hard, you couldn't even be mad, "That's much better." His voice shifted more towards a growl towards the end as his thrusts also grew in speed and ferocity.

You pulled yourself closer to the railing to give yourself more stability, your legs shaking with every impact. Howl followed you not wanting to lose the warmth around his cock even for a second. His hands gripped the railing, almost caging your body.

"Still alright to do it inside as well?" He nibbled against the outer shell of your ear, looking for your approval. You nodded and made your pussy ripple around his cock, inviting him to finish. Just a few rough thrusts later and the railing under his hands bent as he painted your insides white with his cum.

You moved against him, hands going over his, feeling the feathers prickle and relax under your touch. "Howl. I'm all yours." You moaned, as if hoping that everyone would hear you as you came and went slack, letting him catch your exhausted body in his arms. The soft kisses and touches were back, his words of love making you twitch around his cock, milking the last couple of drops from his cock.

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callie-the-creator · 7 months

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sfw. ok, but like…can you imagine a yandere!howl pendragon? i would quite literally cry if this man was obsessed with me because like…

• you can’t run away. calcifer will most likely snitch on you. after all, he is howl’s heart

• even if you think you’re safe, you’re not. howl can disguise as who he pleases—it’s just mimicking their personalities and speech that are the issue. for all you know, yandere!howl could disguise himself as some random old lady to keep a close eye on you

— before he snatches you up to take you back to the castle ofc 😌

• you already know you’re going to be sleeping in his room, right beside him. yandere!howl doesn’t want you going anywhere. he wants you to stay at the castle…with him, calcifer, markl, where he knows you’re safe

• you don’t want to see him get mad, do you? if you anger him, then you risk yandere!howl transforming into one of his creature-like forms or worse: he’ll throw a tantrum.

— and trust me when i say that it’s hard to convince him to calm down, so good luck, soldier 🫡 you’re gonna need it

• when he comes back to the castle after being gone for days on end, yandere!howl will make it his sole mission to make it up to you by giving you your favorite flowers, cooking food for everyone, pampering you in anyway he can, and giving you lots of affection (as if he doesn’t do that already)

— you will admit…it is nice seeing someone be hopelessly devoted to you the way yandere!howl is

• what can he say? he’s clingy

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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A Thing Of Beauty

Imagine:

Being howls wife and having to console him after Sophie's mistake causing his hair to change color and your only way of calming him down is sitting next to him as he layed on his bed speaking to him softly.

"You are not hideous howl, you are amazing and beautiful you make the men jealous as you walk past and as much as I hate it girls fall in love with you at just a glance, a little change won't change that"

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lyomeii · 1 year

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YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES ft. ghibli and haikyuu boys

: ̗̀➛ howl, prince justin and kei tsukishima

HOWL PENDRAGON

: ̗̀➛ he won’t speak directly towards you or anyone, but it’s clean that he absolutely loves seeing you wearing his clothes, particularly his jacket he used to wear when he first met you.

: ̗̀➛ not to mention how that no matter how height or shape, he always make his clothes look bigger on you, regardless of that might be a spell or not, you are worried of how his sleeves might get dirty when you are doing housework, but don’t seem that he cares about that.

: ̗̀➛ whatever you felt go in dates in the city or to street market, the jacket not only make you look gorgeous (more than the usual), but help him to make sure anyone tries to flirt with his sweet spouse, after all, the loose sleeves and the jacket hitting your thighs makes everyone knows you are dating a handsome man like howl.

: ̗̀➛ and those times he takes you to walk around the flower field or have a quiet picnic closer to a lake, he doesn’t lose the chance of giving his coat whatever it’s rain or the gentle breeze gets colder than the usual. Not to forget the sweet ‘thank you’ that your sweet lips speaks to him.

PRINCE JUSTIN

: ̗̀➛ as the leader of his nation, many people didn’t got surprised when the prince announced to have a significant other, many people did got surprised when noticing his beloved came from a common background, but never dared to speak a nasty word about it, since many were just intrigued with your clothes that are considered ‘improperly’ .

: ̗̀➛ with such news like that, justin ordered the best tailors and seamstress to design and make news and what many consider properly clothes for you, his beloved. However, he got kind disappointed when hearing that such larger number of clothes will take a while to make, leaving him desperate and worry of what you will wear now during this period.

: ̗̀➛ a solution came fast to this problem, wearing his clothes, in particular his coat when you need to go out in front of the press or royals. Your pants and shirt might came from a common background, but his extravagant coat with hair and makeup makes everyone’s attention on how good you are looking next to the prince, making many people got shocked how impressive you are looking not to mention the unique type of clothings you are wearing compared to many guests.

: ̗̀➛ didn’t took much time to your looks hit everyone’s ears and quickly, all the news and local citizens are talking about the type of clothings you were wearing during the event, making you become a what many called ‘ icon’ for the people for how simple yet spectacular you were looking yesterday.

: ̗̀➛ justin got happy when hearing this, knowing that now no one can judge his beloved about their tastes in clothes, yet he still trying to convince you to keep wearing his clothes, saying how magnificent you look with his itens and now wanting to keeping having the same conversation always, you now wear at least something from him everyone you go out with him

KEI TSUKISHIMA

: ̗̀➛ you spend so much time studying at your boyfriend’s house that you didn’t notice how night has arrived with the heavy rain, making you unable to go back home and to stay with kei for the rest of the night.

: ̗̀➛ his family didn’t mind to you staying with them during such weather, his brother and mother love yours part of the family, but your boyfriend in the other hand, didn’t look so happy with the situation. kei said there is no clothes that fit you and that waiting for the rain to clean is a better option, however his family didn’t let that happen.

: ̗̀➛ his mother told kei to share an old pajamas of his and that you will sleep in his bedroom for the night, after all, that’s what a couple do. akiteru began laughing with his younger brother’s reaction, kei’s face is a deep red and he is trying to not make eye contact with you while talking with his mother how inappropriate is that, but he lose the argument pretty fast when he realize how tired you are.

: ̗̀➛ kei gave you pajamas while he prepare another bed to sleep in the ground, there is no way he is going to let you rest in the ground after you spend so much time studying for the incoming test. When you enter his bedroom, the poor boy didn’t know how to properly react, his large clothes are now you and as expected, it doesn’t fit you, being too big that look likes a camisole.

: ̗̀➛ he wants to speak so many things about it, how cute you look or if you are comfortable to sleep in the same room as him, but that didn’t matter the instant you pass out in the makeshift bed in the floor, catching your boyfriend in surprise and slightly scarier your in-laws of the loud noise.

: ̗̀➛ even with his back hurting due to training, he decided to lay next to you while admiring your face. Not only you look so calm compared with the time you spend at school, but also cute wearing his larger vest. Maybe tomorrow, he will make fun of your snores.

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aeshttp · 2 months

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a lazy morning.

an average morning between you and your lover howl.

read under the cut!!

Soft, warm rays of sunlight slipped through the billowing curtains, splaying across your face, highlighting delicate features, as you slept peacefully beside Howl- who stared adoringly.

It was rare for Howl to be awake before you- adamant on his 'beauty sleep', and that it was entirely inappropriate to attempt to rouse him from bed before 1pm.

Yet with the alluring scene before him- long lashes dusting gently against smooth skin and pink lips slightly agape as you inhaled, it was a shame that he almost always missed you in all your radiance whilst asleep- the true sleeping beauty.

Feverish with love, Howl clambered on top of you gently, making sure not to put his entire body weight unto you, before peppering kisses all over that pretty face, starting from your forehead and skirting just by your mouth.

"Darling..." he moaned, akin to a petulant child demanding attention, pouting as your nose twitched and brows furrowed, lightly attempting to buck Howl off, most likely still enraptured in a dream.

Huffing indignantly, he took placed his head in the crook of your neck, slowly inhaling the citrusy scent that permeating from you, thoroughly comforted that you smelt so similar to home, a place that he'd always be able to find within you.

He found that it was easier to feel at ease snuggled up to you, rather than simply draping a leg over your torso or practically shoving you off the bed as his body subconsciously demanded space. From here, he could here the slow thrum of your heart, a direct contrast how his was beating rapidly- almost about to burst. You needn't do anything and you'd succeed in driving him insane, carrying so much love for you he could hardly contain it, unable to swallow as he closed his eyes, content to feel your body under his, a way to guarantee you wouldn't leave him.

A content purr left him, feeling your hands rake gently through his locks, inwardly preening at the care he had taken towards it so that you could enjoy its full extent.

No words needed to be exchanged between you, actions enough to convey the devotion you felt for each other.

Howl decided that early mornings weren't that bad.

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aspiringauthorintraining · 1 year

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A Fateful Encounter (8/?)

“I hate potatoes.”

“Nobody hates potatoes, Markl.”

You were really starting to get worried that he was taking after Howl and his dramatics. “How many times have you even had potatoes to have taken such a disliking to them?”

“...Once,” he frowned, “b-but I just need to have it once to know I don't like something! If it’s bad peeled, it’s gonna be bad cooked anyways.”

You stopped looking at the fish for a second, staring at the boy in front of you. “Markl, did you just eat the potato raw?”

“Well, yeah. Master Howl never has time anymore to make food so I did it myself. I washed it, peeled it, and ate it. It was bleh.”

You shook your head, wondering how this poor boy survived under the care of the irresponsible man-child of a wizard that he called “Master”. Resuming your inspection of the fresh-caught fish, your eyes traveled down to see a huge blue fish displayed on the ground, with its eyes seemingly staring into your soul. Grimacing, you slowly backed away, inching towards Markl.

“Umm, I’ll take this one.” you quickly said, pointing to one of the fish you had been looking at earlier.

“Great choice, ma'am,” the seller complimented as he took the coins from Markl, before moving to start wrapping the said fish for you.

A sudden commotion from behind, paired with an increasingly strong burning smell grabbed the attention of everyone at the market. Even the fish seller stopped midway in his wrapping, hurrying out of his stall to get closer to the harbor to watch what was going on.

“But my fish,” you frowned, just staring at the half-wrapped fish with Markl. You looked down at the child and shrugged, before pushing up your sleeves to finish the wrapping. You had already paid for it anyways.

“Can we go look too?” Markl asked, as you placed the wrapped fish in the basket and took the basket from his hands.

“I have a feeling Sophie’s going to need our help back home right about now.” you frowned, remembering what was soon to come. “Also remember, we run away from bombs, not towards them, Markl.”

“Huh?” he replied confused, as you led the way back home with the basket in one hand and Markl’s hand in the other.

When the two of you had reached the castle door, a sudden series of explosions sounded from the harbor making you both jump.

“Are those-”

“Yup.”

“How did you-”

You merely shrug, opening the door before it started raining flyers on the streets.

“Are you sure you’re not a witch?” Markl asked, suspiciously squinting his eyes at you.

“Do you want me to be?” you laughed, placing the basket near the sink to prepare later. “Sophie?” you called out, wondering what your friend was doing.

“Here!” she called out, from somewhere. A few seconds later, she finally popped out from behind the curtain in the makeshift bedroom. “Just organizing some stuff. Oh,” she noticed the basket, “you should have woken me up. I could have gone too.”

You shook your head, placing a hand on her shoulder for support. “No, no. You need your energy. There’s a greater evil coming upon us soon.”

And as if right on time, a shriek pierced through the air as the castle shook in fright. Crying sounds accompanied by bumping into the wall noises sounded from above, quickly travelling to the stairwell.

“Sophie, you-you sabotaged me!” Howl shouted, glaring at the young girl. “Look!” And running to her, with no sense of personal space, butted his head to her face in anger. “It’s hideous!” he cried, with nothing but a towel on his waist.

Orange, orange, orange. Keep your eyes on the hair, (Y/N). Do not go any lower.

You definitely were not watching the drops of water cascading down his smooth chest and back, until the droplets disappeared behind the towel. And you definitely did not notice how the towel was barely hanging on to the man’s waist due to his wild movements. Hair. You were only paying attention to his hair. Nothing else.

“Now I’m repulsive. I can’t live like this.” he whined, sagging into the chair behind him.

Black. Now the color was bla- wow, that towel deserved an award for how it stayed on him without falling off. And oh look, there’s his back. His very wide shoulders on full display- no. Focus, (Y/N). Stop ogling.

“I give up. I see no point in living, if I can’t be beautiful.”

Coming to your senses, you looked in disgust as the man sat slouched over, moping. And having a tantrum over what? His hair.

A child- he was a literal man-child.

Sophie and Markl looked in fear at the shadows lurking along the walls that were growing by the second, encasing the castle in darkness. Calcifer tried to save his logs from the slime that was quickly getting everywhere. Howl didn’t listen, what a surprise, continuing his murmuring- his pale skin turning increasingly green and slimy. You didn’t even want to know what the slime was made up of.

“Alright, that’s enough for today.” Rolling your eyes at the man’s childish meltdown, you stopped Sophie just in time from touching the slime on Howl’s back. “I’ll take of him, don't you worry.” you ensured her.

Suddenly grabbing the back of the chair, you pulled Howl’s weight towards the door. The only sound heard in the castle now was the screeching sound of the wooden chair being dragged across the floor.

The rest of the group remained in their positions, Calcifer really having no choice though, as you turned the dial to the purple color.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” the fire demon asked, hesitantly. Half curious, half afraid for Howl’s well-being.

You looked up from tugging on the chair, to give him a thin smile.

“It’s raining.”

“So?”

“Well, I thought since Howl didn’t like the bath, maybe a shower would be more to his liking.” And with a smile, you opened the door to face the pouring rain outside. “Markl honey, can you help me with the umbrella?”

The boy hurried to the door, grabbing the propped up umbrella and going ahead outside. Opening it, he held it up to make sure the two of you were shielded from the rain. Sophie and Calcifer stared from the doorway, as you pulled Howl out of the castle and into the pouring rain.

“She’s not going to kill him outside, is she?” Calcifer whispered to Sophie, while munching on a log.

“No. At least, not in front of Markl.” Sophie responded thoughtfully.

Once fully under the rain, Markl whispered to you from under the umbrella. “Is he dead?”

“No, he’s just throwing a tantrum.” you responded, watching the green slime wash off his back from the rain. “Are you sure he doesn’t have a spell or something like your cloak, that makes him look older but he’s actually a child. Because I could believe that.”

Markl laughed at your theory. “No, I don’t think so.”

Sudden rustling in the grass made you look over to see Prince Justin hopping over with another umbrella in hand- honestly having no clue where he kept getting his things from- using it to cover Sophie who was coming out of the castle as well.

“Oh, thank you Turnip- Justin.” Sophie smiled, correcting herself.

Hehe, I did that, Justin. You can thank me later by giving me a high-paying, low work job in the palace after all of this is over.

“Justin, are you okay to be out in the rain like this? Can a scarecrow get a cold?” you asked when the two came near. He just bounced up and down a few times, so you assumed it meant he was okay.

Turning your attention back on the moping wizard, you thankfully saw that most of the slime was washing off his body with the rain.

“Should we just throw him in the lake, and check on him tomorrow?” you whispered to Sophie. She slapped your arm at your suggestion with a forced frown that soon turned into a giggle. “Okay, next time then.” you laugh.

When Sophie and Markl soon left to clean up the mess Howl had made by the fireplace and to start a bath for him, you were tasked to drag him back in once he finished his “shower”.

The rain felt nice on your face and for the small headache that was forming, once you had decided to forego the umbrella, and it was peaceful with Howl still unresponsive and spacing out.

Laughter. A child’s laughter. Your headache grew a bit more painful.

“Markl, are you back to play in the rain?” you laughed, turning around expecting to see the boy in a raincoat. But there was no one.

Another laughter. Two distinct ones this time. You rubbed your temples in an effort to relieve the continually growing headache.

“Markl? Sophie?” you called out, hoping they were playing a trick on you.

But there was still no one.

“(Y/N).” A child’s voice whispered in your ear.

You whipped around to see only rain and the lake. Now you were getting paranoid. And your headache was feeling like a migraine now.

Is this place haunted?

“(Y/N).” The same voice sounded from beside you. But only Howl was there, unresponsive as ever still.

With the headache worsening, and hearing children voices in the rain not being a normal occurrence, you quickly grabbed the back of the chair, pulling Howl back into the castle with haste.

Just as you stepped foot in the castle, the voices and pain stopped.

Maybe it was the rain that was causing the headache? But the voices?

“-him up the stairs.” Sophie waved her hand in front of your face to grab your attention. “(Y/N)? I said I need help taking him up the stairs.”

Though still perturbed, you grabbed ahold of one side of Howl, lugging him up the stairs with Sophie’s help. A sudden wet plop sound from behind made Sophie turn her head to see a small wet towel on the floor, making her suddenly lock eyes with the ceiling.

“(Y/N), don’t look down.” she warned, keeping her eyes above and ahead.

“Hmm, what?” you asked, moving your eyes down to look at what she was talking about.

Your eyes wandered around until they landed on something that took you a second to realize what you were staring at. Your eyes shot up to the ceiling, face burning red.

“You looked didn’t you?” Sophie laughed.

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*(A/N): it is currently 2:39 am and i tried to do naked howl justice so just know that i tried. ty to anyone still out there reading this, this is for you. i wrote this just for you but also for me cause yeah. happy december, stay warm and cozy

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duckymcdoorknob · 11 months

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Trying a new style of writing :>

There was no sound within your home, albeit the previous reverberations of you slamming the front door. The world was silent as you sat down on your front porch, back to the door with your knees to your chest. You sighed as you stared at the gently waving grass, blowing in the breeze.

‘Every couple fights,’ you think to yourself. ‘He can’t really think that... can he?’

In reality, he believes the far opposite of what he said. Your husband had just had the longest day of his career, and said some things that he definitely did not want to.

The sound of pattering raindrops suddenly filled your ears, and it didn’t take long for you to start to be splattered by the water. Your blossoming tears mixed with the precipitation as you buried your head between your knees.

Suddenly, the door opened and the rain stopped hitting you. When you lifted your head, you saw your husband standing next to you: holding an umbrella over your head as he was slowly being engulfed by the falling water.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of you getting sick especially not after what I said to you…” his voice was soft and full of remorse. “We don’t have to talk, just please come inside before you catch your death.”

𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑙, 𝐸𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ, 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝐴𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑎, 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜, 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑁𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑙 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑎, 𝑌𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑎, 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑛 𝑈𝑧𝑢𝑖, 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒, 𝐾𝑜𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜, 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑙 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛, 𝐾𝑎𝑒𝑦𝑎 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ, 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟, 𝐴𝑙𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑚．

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2kmps · 6 months

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BED-REST IS BEST

howl pendragon x sick!reader | 2.1k

synopsis; while sophie and michael are away fetching you bone broth for your illness, howl decides to pay you a visit.

story warnings; sick!reader, howl is a pompous turd, book!howl-coded, interrupted kiss, roughly proofread, posted 2021.

Sophie supposed the malady came on the winds of spring, carrying with it all manner of sickness, unpleasantness, and turbid air just the thinnest tinge of green from particles of pollen. She herself felt the effects of the great thaw, the budding tulips of richest hue, and the haze that drew over head like a personal cloud of suffering all her own.

Of course, Old Sophie had a way of dramatizing, meanwhile simultaneously catastrophizing stuff, so you knew to listen to her words loosely, with a solemn nod that you also shared similarly in those feelings. To a lesser degree than her, you were already aware your forced bed-rest could be attributed to allergies.

Or, something else you considered, it could have been the number of sputtering children who yet not knew to duck their faces in a tissue or their arms; it could have been the last embrace you shared with your sickly aunt. It could have been so many things that you had to press the pads of your fingers into your temples to subdue the stab of a headache building beneath them.

“Michael and I are going to Market Square to get supplies and bone broth. That’ll whip you into shape in no time.” Sophie anchored her fists against the bulky layers of her skirt, nearly losing them from how deeply they sunk. “Don’t you dare think about moving until we get back, hear me?”

“What about customers?” you couldn’t say you were disappointed by her firm demand, though all the same it made you restless. Even in times where illness or injury got you down, rest eluded you like fine sand slithering through crevices in your fingers. “Howl went off and blew half our income on that- that, damn, what was it? Some kind of enchanted flute? The more customers we serve, the more we can stash away.”

Sophie’s nostrils widened while her shoulders sagged forward with her breath. Her eyes lost their hardness, ebbing into something far warmer, motherly, almost. As you shifted anxiously beneath the covers, she came back around and began tucking them under your body once again, sure to secure you tighter than before. In fact, you were so caught, so much in your cocoon that you only saw the gray ball of wadded hair pinned atop her head bounce as she rounded you.

“Just stay down you worrywart,” she sighed, heels tapping the floorboards in a collected gait. At your head, she was careful to fluff the feathers in your pillow. “Between us, I’ve been putting a bit aside here and there. Just enough so he can't go buy another one of those enchanted suits. I’d like to know the dealer he’s getting them from and have a word with them myself.”

Your lips curled up at the mention and, honestly, you believed she actually would. “Where is Howl, anyway? I thought he was around.”

“Good grief, I almost wish he wasn’t. He’s been banging around in his room for hours now.” Old Sophie threw her hand towards the adjacent wall, upper lip curling as she continued, “says a lot that you haven’t heard a lick of it.”

That was enough to get you to concede to her obstinacy, letting the weight of your head- suddenly a strain on your neck- fully rest atop of the pillow she had fixed. The more she talked about you needing to stay in bed, drink bone broth and saltines, the more you felt the lead in your limbs rooting you to the mattress and the world floating around you when you closed your eyes.

It was any guess to you when it was the moment Sophie slipped out of your room with that hobbled gait of hers. You had been vaguely aware of her giving your cushion a bit more lusciousness, and then warmth of her palm covering the space of your forehead, giving a fretful tongue click. Behind your heavy eyelids, your eyes floated after her tiny footfalls, but that at once made your bed feel like a boat crashing through cresting waves.

So, you finally resigned to your fate of her and Michael’s care, finally let the stone in your bones meld you into the bed like beige boulders sinking further into the earth and undergrowth with coming centuries.

The silence that surrounded you was enthralling, probably the only true amount of peace you had had in a long time, considering your days were often brimmed with mediating Sophie and Howl’s explosiveness, meanwhile, still cooking up meager spells and manning the business with Michael.

In your weariness and delirium, a thought crossed your mind in a drawl: what about Calcifer, did he need more wood? You anticipated his voice bursting out soon, imploring attention in any number of ways. What of the front door? You expected a knock to come soon, and then another, and another, and perhaps a dozen more. That was money well needed.

What of Sophie? Your thoughts continued. Would she need you to help with scrubbing the floors? Maybe she wanted to give you a knitting lesson later, or expand on her tutelage of weaving hats.

Oh, and Howl—

God, how could you forget Howl? The man felt like a job all on its own.

Surely he intended to go out again and woo many of the loveliest in Market Chipping, or hell, maybe he’d move the castle somewhere else for the night to do that. You expected him to hunt you down, throw open your door, barge through the threshold with his hair aflutter and eagerness in his eyes—where did you and Miss Nose stash his suits? His guitar wasn’t where he left it, where was it? Neither of you meddled with the charm over his door, right?

As it turned out, you mumbled in your sleep, or at least in your discombobulated state. Your head rustled the feather pillow, lolling to one side and then the other as sweat prickled your forehead in cold beads. Behind your eyelids, Sophie’s nimble and darkly spotted hands worked on a suit, meanwhile Michael was ran ragged around the castle to try to fulfill orders, Calcifer bellowed for attention and eggs and bacon, and Howl’s hair whipped up in the breeze as he spun round and round with another lovely.

Your entire face twitched when a large hand smoothed across the top of your head, a damp weight of something laid spread across your forward, unpleasant and clammy unlike Sophie’s warm hand. “Hey. Don’t take the newt from the shelf, it’ll get on the floor.”

Howl gave a bemused smile that took a while to dissipate. You continued to babble incoherently here and there about things that didn't matter while the peaks of his knuckles simply rocked across your temple and cheek.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I pray that Sophie has made herself useful instead of sticking her nose in on us again.” He said with lightness in voice, peering across his shoulder towards the bolted doorway to be sure. “Good. She seems to think I only make you worse in these states. I would never.”

You were sure you were hearing his voice at this point, rousing you from the cluster in your head until your eyes fixed with his, wonderful and marble-like. They were softer than usual, glittering like the sea when the sun hung highest, making the water like a trove of dazzling treasure.

“Your eyes are amazing, Howell.” You whispered hoarsely, swallowing through the desert in your throat. “I don’t notice them enough.”

His smile took on something brighter, almost as though delighted you took notice of something that menial. “I would agree with you there! You can look as long as you’d like. Tell me more about it.”

“I think about us sometimes, Howell.” It was a strange feeling right now, the words you spoke were the first to float forward in your mind. You knew you were speaking garbled silliness, still you didn’t think better of it. “I remember college together, before we came to Ingary. I remember how you used to look before you… started doing the enchantment stuff. I feel like I’ve forgotten you.”

The lines in his lips were significantly deeper as they pulled down, his hand halted against your skin. It was either the thought that you felt such a disconnect from him, or the reminiscence of who he once was that brought the sullen look of his on. No longer was there a glitter of childish joy, but rather of anxiety, of concern.

“Nonsense. You’re talking nonsense just like Sophie and Calcifer.” He moved closer to you on the bed, rolling your arm from its spot as the mattress bent. Next, the pillow cradling your head flattened, his hands cuffed into the thick fabric as he leaned across you, your eyes only able to see him. “I… I’m still here. I have not left you, I wouldn’t entertain the thought. Didn’t I tell you that wherever I’d go from here on out, you would have to be right with me?”

You only wished he’d tell you such things in every other state of being, instead of during the peak of being bedridden. “I want to believe you, but in this world I am as ordinary as the hat makers and bakers. I’m replaceable. I wonder if that will happen one day.”

Noticeably distraught from the creases deepening around the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flitting wildly around your face as though in panic. He came down onto his elbows, caging you below him as his fear neared, his hot breath inches away.

“What makes you think I could ever replace you? Has someone put that bull into your head? Was it Calcifer—the pest? Was it a panderer we met the other day?” Now that he was so close to you, his voice had lowered and it rumbled. “Or, are you so sleep deprived, so loopy that you’re finally now telling me your heart?”

“Does it matter what I confess to you now?” you asked, pushing your head deeper into the feathers and farther from him. As you turned your face away, he shifted to gently coax your chin forward with the daintiest touch of his fingertips. “I would be alone in that venture. In a matter of five, six, ten years—I’ll have all the age and lines you hate. I’m sure I’ll shrink even more.”

“You do realize we have someone in our house who already looks like that.” He said this jokingly, of course, but even in your fever, your hand shot up to pinch his arm. “H–Hey, stop! Furthermore, you’re making up stuff, who would be to say you’d be alone with your heart?”

The explanation to that was obvious, considering the whole business with Calcifer and the Witch, but you didn’t want to think about it. In fact, at any opportunity to steer your mind away from that debacle, you found it.

Once again, you tried to look away from him—both sleep was beginning to weigh on your bones more than what you imagine Howl would if he were to collapse, and away from the furor gleaming in his eyes. And once again, he pulled you back towards him.

“Sick as you are, I’d like to prove it to you.” It was an unusual thing to hear from him considering all his caution with appearance and health. You wondered if he was desperate to alleviate your distrust. “Why are you looking at me like that? Close your eyes—yeah, I would rather not risk your germs, but some things can’t be helped.”

You weren’t sure if your eyes slid shut from gravity, or from some sort of internal desire for him to do this. Either way, his hand returned adjacent to the other near your hair, tugging slightly at the strands and his breath came so close you felt it tremble against your lips.

And then, all at once, his breath snagged in his throat as the door was thrown open, bouncing off the wall with such force it vibrated. In waddled Old Sophie, arms conveniently free of anything other than an old wood broom with long, spidery bristles that she held aloft across her shoulder, eyes blazing and the most malicious you had ever seen them.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with this dog! This cretin, vile imbecile! This complete, utterly hopeless dolt!” She screeched, the layers of her dress billowed behind her as she started into the room as fast as her creaky old limbs could. “Get out, get out, get out! Away with you, you absolute user! Away! Away! Away! Begone!”

Howl yelped in surprise as the tiny old lady swung the broom with enough ferocity for you to feel the air gush and whoosh around you.

“You demented old coot! Swinging brooms and the like around, are you completely classless?!” he propelled himself upright, expertly ducking her onslaught until he was well out the door into the hall. “I won't forget this!”

As luck would have it, their bickering continued on even once they were out of the room, even fifteen minutes later when Michael weaseled through the threshold with your bone broth and bolted the door behind him.

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reposted from my deleted blog officiallytheduchess/cardeneiv

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readinglistfics · 7 months

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this BOY

is voiced by LARS MIKKELSEN in the danish dub

gifs are by @warminthewintersblog

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

BECAUSE IM GONNA WATCHING HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE ON REPEAT FROM NOW ON

HIS NAME IS HOWL BECAUSE HE WANTS ME TO HOWL HIS NAME SO BAD—(gets shot)

@handbaskethell source link here!!

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Quick and Quiet Sex with Howl Pendragon

Pairing: Howl Pendragon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, quickie, begging, praise, kissing, creampie, teasing

A/N: Honestly who doesn't want to fuck this man?

Howl was as impulsive as he was clever, a dangerous combination for sure. His wit got was what kept him safe for so long, but then he did things like this, whisking you away in broad daylight because he couldn't wait for nightfall.

Clothes was pushed rather then torn out of the way, his cock hard and dripping as he rubbed it against your pussy in a very cramped space in between buildings. "Apologies my love. I couldn't wait to see you, as you know I can be a very selfish man."

His face was red, flushed, cheeks pink and his pants down his legs, coat nowhere in sight to avoid too much attention. Although many still knew him, despite his now midnight blue hair, he had a memorable face. A blessing and a curse. "I like when you're selfish for me." You hooked your leg on his hip, smiling up a him as he pushed his cock balls deep in a single thrust, "Someone really missed me." You were in no positing to tease really. The moment he took you into his arms and kissed you there was already wetness gathering in your underwear.

"If I were more desperate I would take these." He commented as he pushed the soaked fabric down your legs, leaving it dangling off one of your thighs. "But they look good on you as they are." Howl kissed your cheek before moving, already starting to pick up speed, "I haven't... since last time... need to fuck it into you, only you sweetheart. Anything else is a waste." Well that would explain his desperation, he needed to empty everything he was saving up. Hold on...

"Howl... that was almost a week ago." He hissed through his teeth, his hand clawing at the bricks, feathers quickly appearing and vanishing. "Oh, Howl. You don't have to hold back for me."

He shook his head in denial, his balls full and smacking against you faster, "You're worth it." He kissed you deep, full of longing, his other hand rubbing up your leg, up your stomach and popping open the top you wore. You sighed as his hand cupped your breast, feeling your heartbeat quicken and your pussy get wetter and wetter, coating his cock and balls. Reaching in between you two he rubbed your clit with his fingers. Gasps turned into moans, your vision getting blurry, "Shh, we're outside. Don't want to get seen. Or heard. Do you?" He quirked an amused eyebrow at you, almost daring you to admit otherwise.

You didn't dare admit it. You silenced your own admission with his soft lips on yours, feeling every bit of Howl's smile. The smile that won your heart, that you gave your heart to.

"Can't wait to fill you up again. How will you walk back, with cum dripping from you? What do you say I carry you back?" As if he needed to find an excuse for that. "After all, you won't be in any condition to walk after this."

He wouldn't be able to either, but could still fly.

Your lips were slightly apart from each others, moans just loud enough for you to hear, quieter the the slippery, wet, squelching sound of his cock being thrust into your pussy. One look was enough to let him know you were close. Howl closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours, his mouth forming the same words but no sound leaving them.

As soon as your inner walls started massaging his cock he came, your name whispered against your lips. An all to familiar warmth of his cum filled your pussy, your body shaking and hips moving in sync with his, milking every drop, greedily taking it all. "That's my girl."

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kiwiviv22 · 2 months

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"You who swallowed a falling star, oh heartless man. Your heart shall soon belong to me."

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The Ember Island sunsets were one of the most beautiful sunsets you had ever seen. Every evening, the sky would be splashed with different colors, today the sky was bleeding a soft orange melting into a dark sapphire in places, little lilac clouds scattered about, it all made your fingers etch for water paints. But after about 18 sunsets and 12 paintings, you had begun feeling that a sunset was rather boring if not shared with someone.

When Yuta had dropped in at your mansion announcing a beach vacation, you had thought he would be there too. Unfortunately, Mr. Pendragon had been called away by some random emperor again the moment ya'll had set foot on the island. Apparently, the stupid witch of the waste was brewing trouble... Again. You knew that the whole vacation extravaganza was a lame excuse to keep you at the moving castle so that Howl could keep you near him until all your powers were back. But he was just too much of a hopeless romantic to admit to that, and he knew you'd only get angry if he tried to patronize you directly. Although you would hardly admit it, you could really do some time away from your routine, where without your powers, life had become an endless circle of cooking, cleaning, and reading. Your mastery over fire was something out of folktales. They had made legends over you, scared kids into sleeping early under your name. It was a kind of glory you didn't expect to stripped away that easily. So it just made you angrier.

You weren't exactly the kind old witch that made healing potions. you had the kind of power that scared people. Now when you accidentally burned down half a village and the temple of a local deity while chasing a murderer, the deity just might have cursed you to sit flame-less until next monsoon.

Okay... maybe you did need to learn a little self control, sign up for an anger management workshop while you were at it. You had encountered crappy situations all your life, but sitting powerless at a beach while the witch of the waste raged around was an all-time low.

Here at the castle, Calcifer took care of everything, so today you had decided to take a walk around the ember island. Only, Ember island was a very touristy place, so in every direction you looked, you saw couples on their honeymoons squished together, tongues down each other's throats. It had made you bitterly walk back to the castle fuming. It had been two weeks since Yuta had been called away and you were a thought away from visiting the king's palace yourself.

I apologize your highness, but my boyfriend and I are losing out on too much quality time for me to give a rat's ass about your royal problems.

Without magic, everything in your life had slowed down by a mile. You had never realized how dependant you were on magic until you had to live without it.

Yuta seemingly lived a human life, cooking and cleaning all by himself, you, on the other hand, realized you could no longer jinx your plate to clean itself and almost threw a fit. It was all too frustrating.

You were half jealous that Yuta could go around being his wizard self and half sad that he wasn't here with you. You felt a white bolt of anger in her stomach, you were bored, tired without magic, and if you must admit a little needy. Maybe you should go around burning down imperial courts once your powers were back.

Your fingers dug tighter into the railing overlooking the sliver waters of embers island, you could feel your blood boil even without the usual hellfire within it. You were so far into her rage, that you didn't hear the quiet footsteps behind you.

You were going to yank that witch by her hair and burn her at a stake. Only when he actually wrapped his hands around you that you jumped. Your heart rate going from casual walk to 100-meter dash. But Yuta just held you tighter. He knew you found back hugs embarrassing but just loved seeing you flustered.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, and the white bolt of anger melted as quickly as it had appeared. You felt his full lips press against your neck as he murmured, "Sorry love, the traffic was crazy."

You felt goosebumps flood your body as his deep voice drummed into your ear. Chuckling, you turned around to face him. He always looked at you so adoringly, his eyes shining with just a glint of disbelief. As if he still couldn't believe he was holding you for real. You always found that rather flattering. The king and the witch suddenly became very small nuisances, fading as he laced his long sleeves around your waist pulling you against his chest.

With a content sigh, you ran your fingers through his long midnight bangs, tucking them behind his ear. Cupping his face you leaned into him, pressing your lips on his for only a fleeting moment, "Guess we'll have to make up for all the lost time then." you murmured against his mouth. You only caught a glimpse of his grin, before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss. One of his hands trailed down your lower back as the other glided into your hair, angling your head against his mouth. His kisses were always so diligent, passionate trembling lips, murmuring praises, small acts of worship. Your hands ran down his tone arms, you could feel the deep calling for him quell from your body like a rising tide.

Well, you thought before you lost yourself completely, this vacation isn't all that bad.

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dramatic-delirium · 1 month

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AU where Howl is considered Spiderman because his house is filled with them.

By Howl I mean Mr Howell Jenkins who owns a castle that can float.

By them I mean spiders. He houses spiders. The absolute madman. No particular reason, he just likes them. (And how they fix their webs even if you ruin them forever, which is cute but also I do not have the stomach to have spiders crawling around in my bedroom my guy)

Also he has no noticable powers, nor actual responsibilities tbh. He's Spiderman like how spider-therapist is Spiderman.

He's is not contacted by Spider society because Miguel is jealous of him sustaining a family in another universe doesn't like anomalies. Howl knows of Spider-verse and all but is, as always, an unbothered icon.

Nothing different happens.

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lyomeii · 1 year

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jealousy howl headcanon

-> it’s something common to howl feel jealous of the many men and women you interact with. he feel bad feeling so, he knows you would never leave him for another, yet he can’t deny it nor hide from you.

-> those days when he takes you out to those little dates in the many cities, howl keep his eyes sharp to anyone who dares to talk with you with intentions he doesn’t like it. One time a woman tried to ask you out with a flower, but you reject her saying you are taking by your beloved husband, the lady excused herself. Howl didn’t took time of his day to punish the woman, he admired how the lady said sorry for her actions, but he did hurt others who didn’t took a few step away from you.

-> there is always those people who try to get their dirty hands on you, trying to steal you away from him and the life you two have inside the castle, and howl hates those people more than everything. He won’t never tell anyone what he did to men who didn’t listen to your words and women who befriend you with intentions to date you.

-> those little events make howl trying his best to make you stay home, where calcifer and mark can keep their eyes on you while he is out for duties. But in the end, you always managed to make everyone’s heart melt and they let them you go out if you take mark with you, after all, he can tell howl of anyone who try anything fun with you.

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crochetandcrying · 10 months

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I want a Howls' moving castle tv series made with the same love and care of G.O

Don't get me wrong, I love the Ghibli movie, but we all know that's not 100% accurate to the book. And yes, I know there are some slight changes from Good Omens from book to screen, but all it did was make a decades old story a bit fresher and relevant. I think Howl Moving castle deserves the same loving treatment.

This is purely just a thing i'd like to see. A wish list if you will. Between writers strikes, legal issues and whatever else, Its just something to imagine:

First of all, i'd like it to be very, very Welsh. I'm not Welsh, but Howl is, and I think the TV series should celebrate it, particularly if there is a chance a wider audience would watch it. I'd love to see entire scenes (or episodes!) in Welsh, particularly when Howell visits home (yes I know they speak English in Wales)

I want lots of cosy british scenery. I want it to feel like i've been transported to the mid 90s and i'm watching a pastorial classic whenever they show the sweeping countryside of Igary. Want a vaguely "otherworldly" feel? film these scenes in New Zealand.

I would like an extremely popular and internationally known Welsh actor to play the king. The King is described as kind of an everyman, familiar and almost at odds with his royal status. it's a small role but imagine if someone like Christian Bale (that would be a great nod!) or Michael Sheen took the role.

Omg the fashion. I think they did a pretty good job with the vaguely British otherworldly fashion of Ingary in the Ghibli world, but I'd love to see another interpretation. I Imagine a sort of 90s Whimsygoth feel would be immaculate.

Modernised, not modern. The only thing I absolutely DO NOT want is a modernised version like what happened to The Watch. Sure, update Wales, and tinker with some of the dated views (such as the age gap of young Sophie/ Lettie and Howl), but keep the essence. Sophie is a boss without being a fighter. We know Howl is trash, but we love him like that

Feel free to reblog and add your own suggestions :)

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wildlymish · 1 year

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Elliott from SDV with Howl Pendragon's voice.

That's it. That's the entire post.

#so romantic and ugh...#imagine thay voice reading the sappiest poetry for you #imagine that voice giving yoy the mushiest and softest affirmations #i swoon #sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #howl pendragon #howl's moving castle

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aspiringauthorintraining · 2 years

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A Fateful Encounter (7/?)

Knowing it was now futile to try and stop Howl’s meltdown from occurring, you put your remaining energy into something useful and decided to make dinner. Purposely making extra for Howl when he came back, on the slight chance that having food in him would somehow lessen his dramatics in the future- and put some sense into him.

Sophie and Markl had retired to bed soon after dinner, leaving you to spark a conversation with the only other awake in the castle. And though he remained silent when asked about a certain topic of yours, others the resident fire demon had no qualms chattering your ears off about.

“Well, first thing would be to get out of this place.”

“And then? What’s next on the list for the Great Fire Demon Calcifer once he’s free?” Expecting another lengthy response, you were surprised to see the fire demon with such a pensive expression.

“I-I never thought that far...” he replied after a pause. “...I always thought that once I leave this hellhole, I’d figure out what to do, you know?” A moment passed before he spoke again, this time with a much lighter tone. “All I know is that I’m never coming back to this castle, that’s for sure!”

A teasing smile formed on your lips at his certainty. “Are you sure? I feel like you would miss us too much to leave in the first place.”

The fire demon gasped in horror.

“I would never! Never would I willingly come back to this place unless it was to burn down everything down in front of Howl’s eyes.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed with a knowing grin, choosing not to argue with the fire demon for now.

With the help of Calcifer’s endless jabbering, eventually the talk turned into another one of his rants about the unfair working conditions for- and in the exact words he used- a “poor fire demon” such as himself. But apart from the noisy fire demon, it seemed as the castle itself had fallen into a slumber, calm and serene with its walls bathed in a golden warmth emitting from the fireplace.

As the night grew, the occasional noise or nod of agreement with his words became more lethargic by the hour. It wasn’t long until your drooping eyes eventually closed shut, joining the rest of the castle into a peaceful sleep.

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The whirl of the door dial broke the stillness of the castle, the entrance opening for the master of the castle himself.

His feet trudged to the front of the fire place, feathers covered in the debris from the aftermath of bombs dropped on civilian homes. He immediately dropped down into the nearby chair in exhaustion. A small groan was heard as feet were propped up onto the edge of the fireplace.

“You okay? You smell terrible.” Calcifer grimaced, worried about the state of the wizard. A strong smell of ash and soot wafted into the room, growing stronger within the confined castle walls. “You shouldn’t keep flying around like that- soon you won’t be able to turn back into a human.”

The wizard could only groan. Feathered wings seemingly disappeared back into his grand coat, sharp claws back into shoes that had now lost their shine. His transformation ended with a heavy sigh, sinking further down into his chair. A brief conversation of the ongoing war was made before the castle returned back to silence.

The figure beside him went unnoticed- whether due to his current state or because he hadn’t sensed any threat- until a soft breathing was heard through the quietness. Head lazily turned to the right, his tired eyes landed on the source of the noise.

You were curled up in the wooden chair, head in a position that would most likely result in stiffness in your neck the following morning.

His gaze lingered on you for some time, before noticing the plate of food on the fireplace in the corner of his eye. With the realization that the plate was meant for him, his attention returned to you once more. Calcifer observed the two of you in front of him while munching on his log, before looking away disinterestedly.

Soft light now streamed through the windows as dawn approached, birds soon to chirp to the early morning.

His eyes glazed over trying to recognize the familiarity he felt in the moment, but the memory refused to come within grasp. He searched through the dark expanse of his mind, only to draw a blank.

“I’m tired. Make some hot water for my bath.”

“Again?” Calcifer whined, waving what was left of his half-eaten log around in the air in annoyance.

The visibly displeased fire demon was ignored as Howl stood up, bringing his arms out of his coat to carry you. With a flick of his finger, the chair you had been sleeping in now was transformed into a well-sized cot. And with another, you were wrapped cozily in a blanket that had appeared out of nowhere and then tucked into the cot.

Satisfied with his work before him, the wizard disappeared up the stairs- a warm plate in his hands.

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*(A/N): I’m back. hehe.

I haven’t updated anything in a while but thank you to everyone who’s still leaving comments and checking in. Basically, I have some health problems that flared up again making me sick so I’ve been focusing on my health and just resting. I posted this series to have fun so I wanted to continue doing it when I was feeling better and not forcing myself to write. I’m feeling much better now so hopefully you’ll see more of me soon! And although it’s not naked Howl, I hope you still enjoy this chapter. Thank you.

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