#howl pendragon x y/n
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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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“Weekend in Paradise”
Howl Pendragon x Female Reader
word count: 4,900+
(Every year for your anniversary, you and Howl take a weekend trip to some quaint, romantic little town to see some sights, try the local cuisine, and be reminded how lucky you two were to fall in love.)
disclaimer/content warning: no explicit smut, mostly just tender kisses, established relationship, this is just pure romantic devotion because i’m sad and need something soft and non-angsty right now.
*ao3 mirror*
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“How do I look?” you asked as you gave a graceful twirl, the long skirt of your dress furling out around you in a cascade of pastel yellow, your giggles filling the room like rays of warm sunlight. You held your beautiful new hat to your head, the one with the white silk ribbon tied around the base, ending your spin with a small curtsy.
“Gorgeous, as always,” Howl replied smoothly with that signature charming smile of his as he walked towards you, pulling you in close to his side for a gentle embrace. You turned to face him, nuzzling your cheek closer into his chest, reaching up to loosely drape your arms over his shoulders, your grin widening with glee. He asked you, “Have you packed everything? Need any more help?”
“No, I’m pretty sure I have everything,” you responded, pulling away just enough to look up into his crystal blue eyes, his gaze as clear and sure as the late spring skies. “But what about you?” you then continued with a teasing lilt. “You’ve been packing for days, it seems. Weeks, even!”
Howl let out a soft chuckle, beginning to guide you out of the room with one arm still lovingly secured around your waist. “I think I’ve narrowed it down,” he joked. In the main living area, at the top of the short staircase leading to the front door, sat his suitcase which still appeared to be bursting at the seams with how many clothes he’d managed to shove inside.
You’d jokingly warned him he better not use magic to make more fit. Knowing Howl, he’d try to take his entire closet with him, if he thought he could get away with it.
And so you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you’d heard him grumbling under his breath when he’d first began trying to pack about how he wasn’t sure which shirts or coats or shoes to bring with him because he wasn’t sure what mood he’d be in during your trip.
You’d just shaken your head at him, hands on your hips as a smile spread across your face.
“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” you’d tried to reason with him. “We’re only going away for a weekend. Just pick a couple options and you’ll be fine.”
“Oh, but you don’t understand!” he’d sighed dramatically, running his bejeweled-ring adorned fingers through his silky shoulder length hair. “Who knows what the weather will be like and, not to mention accounting for any spontaneous activities we encounter on the way!”
You couldn’t help yourself from laughing, covering your mouth with one hand as if that would hide your amusement at his theatrics. “You’re going to end up being severely overdressed, aren’t you?” you asked.
Howl wore a playful smirk, then lifted a finger to accentuate his point when he replied, “Ah, but you see, even for something as simple as a picnic in the park, there’s no such thing as being overdressed, so long as you look your very best.”
You rolled your eyes, strolling over to help him shut his suitcase, in the end having to sit on top of it while he used a bit of magic to smush the rest down, tugging the zipper with nearly enough strength to snap the poor thing off in order to close it.
He’d pecked you on the cheek then, muttering a quiet, “Thank you, dear,” before helping you down from off the mountain of his packed belongings.
He did this every year, which you reminded him of— that on your anniversary vacation he always tended to get carried away.
But at least now that it was time to depart he’d seemed to have made up his mind.
“Oh, are you guys leaving now?” Markl asked as he popped his head around the corner, having come down from his room to see the two of you off.
“Indeed we are, Markl!” Howl responded to the boy triumphantly, walking towards his apprentice with his hands on his hips. “Are you and Calcifer going to be alright running things while we’re gone?”
“We’ll be fine…” Calcifer droned from his place at the hearth, flames glowing bright. “As long as Markl makes sure I have enough firewood, at least…”
“I already told you,” the boy remarked with indignance. “I’ll bring you firewood every morning and every night!”
Howl rustled the little boy’s auburn hair, causing his frown and scowl to fade back into a smile. “I’m counting on you to hold down the fort until we return, alright, Markl?”
Markl gave a playful solute, ensuring the wizard his castle was in good hands.
Howl then turned and addressed you when he heard you begin to pull your suitcase closer to the door, assuring you that you didn’t need to trouble yourself and that he’d get it for you.
“We’ll be late,” you informed him with an almost guilty smile, hating to hurry his goodbyes along, but, well…
If you didn’t keep an eye on the clock then no one would.
“Alright, everyone!” Howl called to his apprentice and fire demon, Hin puffing out a wheeze of a bark from his resting place under the table. “Take care and we’ll see you soon!” He then came to grab both of your suitcases, heading towards the door with you trailing after him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Calcifer muttered passive-aggressively as he grabbed another piece of the firewood that was stacked beside him. “You two just go galavanting about while I stay here and do all the work!”
“Oh, don’t be upset,” you smiled over your shoulder at the fire demon as Howl turned the colored dial on the door to a new one he’d added just last week, one that was a light lavender shade. “I’ll bring you back a souvenir. I hear they make the most delicious macarons in the town we’re visiting!”
That made the fire demon soften up a little, trying to suppress a bashful grin as he replied, “Well, alright… Maybe if you bring me back a few…”
And with that, you and Howl departed, the door swinging open to reveal a quaint little sea-side town as you turned to give one final wave to Markl who waved back and wished you both safe travels with a beaming grin.
***
It was a sunny day— a perfect day— and the early afternoon light sparkled off the surface of the calm sea, a scattered line of sailboats gently swaying on the horizon. The village was quiet, peaceful, the sounds of a few seagulls cawing to each other overhead as they glided under the cotton candy clouds harmonizing with the whisper of the water lightly rocking against the cliff sides and a sweet melody of a guitar being strummed somewhere in the distance. The warm spring breeze was just gentle enough to make your dress and hair drift a little bit in the direction that it blew.
“Oh, Howl!” you said through a breath of awe, unable to tear your gaze from the lovely scene. “It’s beautiful! How did you find this place?”
“I just happened upon it a little while back,” he admitted nonchalantly with an elegant shrug, movements always smooth and fluid. “I’ve been saving it for today.”
The two of you began up the hillside, you offering to take your suitcase back and Howl only allowing you to carry it once you told him that you wished to hold hands and you couldn’t do that if he carried both bags. Yours wasn’t heavy, as you’d only packed for two days since you were only going to be gone two days. You couldn’t speak for Howl (who’d probably squeezed a few extra articles of clothing into his bag at the last minute), though you were willing to bet he was using magic to assist him in lugging a generous portion of his wardrobe up towards the pastel cottage-esque bed and breakfast you’d be staying in.
You both checked into the romantic little inn and the man at the front desk handed Howl the key to your room, a little blue ribbon tied in a bow at the end of the shiny gold object.
Howl thanked the man, sliding him a few folded bills as a tip, and then continued down the hall where you both went up a short, spiraling staircase, Howl insisting on carrying your things up the climb. That time, you let him have his way.
Once at the top, he stopped at the door, hesitating. He then turned to you, holding the key out for you to take. “I think you should open it,” he suggested with a calm smile. “There’s a surprise waiting inside.”
Unsure of what you were about to walk into, you slowly took the key from his lithe grasp and went to unlock the door, pushing it open to reveal—
“Oh my gosh, Howl!” you took one step into the room, then two. “How did you— Is this magic? How did you do all this?”
The entire suite was decorated with all kinds of flowers— roses and tulips and orchids— but the majority of them consisted of your favorites, which were white lilies and delicate little bluebells. It complemented the cool tones of the furniture, like moonlight and vanilla, pearls and white wine.
There were little butterflies sculpted and etched into the details of things like the ornate frame around the oval mirror hanging above the fireplace and the headboard of the plush, king-sized bed that was stacked with an array of pillows, the texture of each one slightly different.
“I might’ve used a little,” he admitted as he came to stand beside you, lightly tugging you by the waist back to his side and kissing your forehead when you looked up at him with adoration and bewilderment in your eyes, hands clasped together in front of your chest, almost unable to believe that this place wasn’t a dream. That he wasn’t a dream.
Howl went to set your suitcases by the end of the bed as you took a closer look around, continuing to turn about the room slowly, taking it all in. Eventually you drifted back towards him, your own two feet guiding you back into his arms, guiding you back home.
“Happy anniversary,” Howl spoke in a low, quiet tone. Then he wrapped you up in his comforting embrace, his lips meeting yours for a tender kiss.
“Happy anniversary…” you replied with a lingering smile, foreheads pressed together, lightly nudging your nose to his. Your cheeks already were beginning to burn from how much you’d been smiling, so much joy filling your heart even as your romantic weekend together had barely begun.
“Now…” Howl suggested cooly, going over to pull the sheer curtains away from one set of windows to get a better view of the glittering water just outside and down the hill. He extended a hand to you, gently guiding you towards him so you could admire the scene as well, his chest pressed to your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder as his arms once again wrapped themselves around your waist. His gaze flicked from you to the view before landing back on you. He gave a slightly mischievous grin before asking, “Shall we?”
So, walking arm in arm, the two of you headed out of the beautiful inn where you probably could’ve just stayed all weekend— just you and him amongst the scent of the lilies and bluebells and the quiet crackling of a gentle fire— and headed back into the positively picturesque village, excited to see what else it had in store.
***
You’d been strolling about the town for a couple of hours, always with hands clasped or elbows interlocked, never breaking away from each other’s touch for more than a few seconds. Similar couples passed by as you ventured down the cobblestone streets, staring and pointing out at the sights that you’d just passed or were soon to venture upon.
You’d taken a tour of the nearby beach, collecting some of the little multi-colored pebbles that composed the shore as keepsakes to carry around, finding your favorites and trading ones that you thought each other would like, trying your hand at tossing others into the sea.
When Howl skipped a stone perfectly for the third time in a row, you gave him a look— one that said with playful accusation, “you’re cheating”— and Howl gave you a cheeky wink, pulling another one of those adorable giggles from you that he loved so much.
Then you’d headed towards the square where a fountain with a flawless marble statue of an angelic looking woman playing a mandolin stood ethereally in the center of the clear, flowing water, reflective sunlight glittering like gold dust over the surface, some local children tossing shiny silver coins in and making wishes. You imagined that Markl probably would’ve joined them, had he been here.
“Oh, what’s that?” you asked as you pointed towards some smoke rising from a chimney a few streets down.
“Why don’t we go find out?” Howl asked, whisking you away towards the mystery.
When you came upon the building the chimney belonged to, you saw it was a bakery, the smells of fresh sourdough bread and delectable chocolate pastries wafting outside from the open window. The sign on the door said it was soon to close for the day, but perhaps, if you were lucky, they wouldn’t be sold out of everything just yet.
“After you,” Howl remarked with a graceful nod and the extending of his hand towards the interior as he opened the bakery’s glass door for you, dainty little bells jingling overhead to signal your arrival.
Inside, tiny fairy creatures were painted on the ceiling and ivy plants hung like festival flags from corner to corner. Cupcakes frosted with pastel pinks and purples and blues were spaced evenly behind the glass counter, cute bite sized cheesecakes or single-serving pies placed a little further down. It smelled even better on the inside, the rich fudges and spicy cinnamon and nutmegs of the bakery mingling together in perfect harmony.
“Well, hello there!” a pleasant woman greeted as she walked out from the back room, a few smudges of powdered sugar and caramel drizzles spotting her multi-colored, patchwork apon. “Welcome! What can I help you with today?”
“Oh, well, it all looks so good…” You contemplated as you scanned your options from behind the display case, a finger tapping your chin as you tried to decide. You then looked back to Howl and asked with an eager smile, “What do you think?”
“I think perhaps we ought to choose a few to share,” he replied, kneeling down to get a closer look.
You nodded your head, kneeling down as well. “I think you’re right.”
So, after choosing four of the bakeries freshly made desserts, wishing the woman (who’d been very helpful in recommending the most popular pastries as well as her own personal favorites) a good day, the two of you began to head towards the docks to watch the sunset behind the sailboats and continue to enjoy the fresh air and lovely weather.
But then, just as the sea was coming back into sight, Howl suddenly seemed to have a change of plans.
“I have a better idea,” he announced, his gaze following a couple who was riding down the main path on seafoam green bicycles.
There was a bike rental station right at the corner, only two more left as if they’d been waiting there specifically for you and him.
So, with each of you carrying your desserts in the little wicker baskets attached to the front of the bikes, you took a leisurely ride further through town, venturing to the outskirts where you found a vast, sprawling field dotted with little white daisies nestled between a canopy of maple trees, dappled light freckling you both from between the star-shaped leaves.
You both decided to stop there for an evening picnic, finishing your pastries after Howl summoned a fluffy blue and white checkered blanket and placed it perfectly over the lush grass.
Little yellow butterflies flitted around, occasionally landing on a nearby flower to enjoy a sweet snack of their own, or simply drifting on the breeze. At one point, one of them fluttered over to land on the top of your head, slowly opening and closing its wings as you remained perfectly still.
Howl propped up on his side as he lay across the picnic blanket, admiring the rare moment with so much fondness you could’ve sworn the definition of the word became the color of his eyes.
“Perhaps he was a friend from a past life,” he commented with a soft grin. “He seems to really like you.”
You carefully lifted a finger to where you could feel the delicate creature perched upon you, coaxing it to crawl onto your hand, and when it did you slowly lowered it to your eye level, smiling at the insect dreamily.
“He’s beautiful…” you whispered, afraid if you raised your voice too much it would scare it away.
Howl leaned in a little closer, also moving cautiously on account of the butterfly. “Of course he is,” he began, his azure gaze drifting back to you. “Beauty has a way of finding beauty…”
As the butterfly caught the next soft gust of wind to flutter further into the field of daisies, you met eyes with Howl.
He always knew what to say, but never in a way that felt forced or inauthentic.
When Howl told you things like that, gave you charming compliments, it was always because he truly believed it, meant it from the most honest parts of his heart.
Yet, for some reason, every time he spoke such pretty words to you, it caught you off guard, as if you still weren’t accustomed to such genuine observations.
“Howl…” was all you could sigh out as he closed the gap between the two of you for another kiss, this one more passionate than the soft pecks he’d gifted you thus far, but no less tender. It was the kind that warmed you from the inside out, made you float even further into the fantasy only to remember that this was your reality, however unbelievably perfect.
After you both had gotten your fill of each other’s own unique brand of sweetness, Howl carefully brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze unable to leave you as he murmured, the tiniest twinge of guilt laced into his rich baritone, “I know we just had dessert, but there was technically a dinner reservation booked for us tonight…”
Your eyes, which had been tracking his graceful hands, migrated back to those bewitching blues. Again, you were met with a gaze that made you think— made you know— that you were his entire world. That, even in a place as mesmerizing as this, he would always find you the most entrancing, enticing thing to admire.
He turned a little apologetic then, eyebrows pinched a fraction as his smile fell slightly crooked. “Or, we could just go back to the inn and have a meal there…?”
Now it was your turn to smile, putting him at ease with the soft expression, saying, “We have all night to enjoy the inn…” You took one of his hands in both of yours, studying his long, delicate fingers, too pretty to be as strong and sure as they were. “Let’s go to dinner.”
So you rode your bikes back into town and parked them right outside the restaurant, under the dim glow of a street lantern, the sky just beginning to shift into the navy of night, the last peach hues of the fading day lining the horizon with a thin streak of periwinkle between them.
The path leading to the eatery was lined with glowing, blown glass orbs, flecks of mint green and gold freckling the delicate sculptures and casting speckles of color at your feet as you crossed over the mosaic stones.
Your table was seated outside, facing the ocean, which had gone dark now, the moonlight casting a silvery trim along the waves, a majority of the sailboats docked but a few stray vessels still illuminated and hosting late night patrons who drank wine and traded merriment as they rocked upon the water.
You liked watching them, sneaking glances throughout your meal, the echoes of their joy only furthering your own contentment as you and Howl clinked glasses, toasting to a wonderful first day of your anniversary weekend, what was sure to be a wonderful night to continue.
“What are you thinking about, my love?” Howl eventually asked, catching you staring wistfully at the sea, melancholy weaving into your usual mirth.
Your attention turned back to him, looking a little caught off guard, as if you hadn’t even realized you’d been in a daze. “What am I— Oh…” Now your gentle smile reappeared, though still tinted with a tiny hint of somberness.
Your hand slid across the tabletop to find his, which turned over to clasp gently around your own with a gentle protection. “It’s just…” you began, watching as Howl’s thumb caressed the top of your hand. “Sometimes I think about how things were before I met you… How dull they seemed. But then you came into my life and suddenly there was so much color, so much life…” Your grin brightened a little bit then, and you chuckled out a teasing, “Definitely a lot more drama.” Even Howl found amusement at that, he couldn’t deny it.
Your view turned back out to the sea, the twinkling lights of the sailboat shimmering off the water. “And it’s just… Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve it all…”
Howl’s expression dropped, morphing into concern— nearly into shock.
“What you did to— Well that’s obvious, don’t you think?” You looked back to him, blinking twice, a little confused. He took both your hands in his, grip flexing a fraction over your palms as his brows knit with worry. Turning a little more serious, he cleared his throat and said, “You deserve this and more. So much more. And I would do anything— anything— to give it to you.”
“Howl…” Sighing each other’s names was an emotion in its own right, between the two of you, a coded declaration of your love. “You give me more than enough. What I mean to say is that…” You leaned in a little closer to him, scooting your chair forward a few inches, tenderly cupping his cheek in one of your velvety palms. “What I mean to say, is that I never thought I’d get lucky enough to find a love like we have.” Even in the dim light, you swore you saw Howl Pendragon blush, not as accustomed to receiving your blunt words of affection as you were of his.
“But what if luck has nothing to do with it?” Howl shifted back into his confidence then, lifting an eyebrow for a moment as another one of those sly grins spread across his lips. “What if it was fate instead?”
“Then, I suppose,” you began, lightening up and letting out a tired laugh, “I should be thanking fate.” Howl learned into your touch, savoring your warmth. “Because I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” you told him, feeling him squeeze your hand a little firmer. “The luckiest girl in the entire universe.”
Howl brought the hand of yours that he was still holding to his lips, kissed the top of it, allowing his lips to linger for a moment as his crystal blue gaze held yours, his devotion as bright and steady as the stars sparkling in the sky.
“Then that must make me the luckiest man in all of eternity,” he replied, voice silky smooth and low, only loud enough for you to hear, as if, dare he speak any louder, the angels in the heavens grow jealous and try to reclaim you.
Then it was your turn to blush, a bashful smile painting your joy, sipping at your wine while trading loving glances, ankles intertwined under the table and content enough just to be in each other’s presence.
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Once dinner was over and you and Howl took the short stroll back up the hill to the inn, you realized just how tired you really were, the many activities of the day finally catching up to you.
Howl noticed the sleepiness tugging at your eyelids, drawing them down at half-mast like the sailboats preparing to dock for the evening, and swept you off your feet, carrying you up the stairs towards your suite and carefully lowering you to the end of the bed, the plush comforter filling in around you in a nest of fluffy goose down.
Howl placed his hands on either side of your thighs, leaning down a little closer as he murmured in that sweet, deep voice of his, “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”
You nodded, failing to suppress a yawn. “Definitely an eventful one,” you chuckled, a lazy smile lingering on your lips. You reached up to drape your arms over his shoulders, clasping your hands loosely behind his neck, his shiny, soft hair like silk between your fingers. “But I had a great time… So thank you, Howl. For all of this.”
Howl took a seat on the end of the bed next to you, gently pulling you into his lap and cradling you in his arms, your head lolling against his chest, hearing the steady beating of his heart— a falling star wished back between the ribs of its rightful owner. He smoothed back some of your wind tousled hair and said, “None of this would be possible without you, my dear. Who else would I share it with?”
You let out another hum of gentle adoration, nuzzling closer into him, his scent of roses and bergamot and the slightest twinge of campfire smoke putting you at ease the way it always did. Everything about Howl had a way of putting you at ease.
He’d always be your beacon on the shore, your guiding light. You found him in every bird that sang perched along the windowsill or burst of carefree laughter echoing through the market square. He would keep watch over you by way of the constellations spread out across the night sky or the refreshing breezes that winded through the streets during the day.
Because anything beautiful— whether mundane or fantastical— reminded you of him. Just the same as they reminded him of you.
Beauty has a way of finding beauty.
Perhaps he was right.
“You spoil me…” you teased. “Better watch out, Calcifer might get jealous.”
“Not if we bring him back some of those macarons like you promised,” he chuckled, now caressing your neck, following the line of your collarbones and shoulder, slowly traveling back up and down with his soothing ministrations as you melted further into his tender touch.
“I love you, Howl…” you sighed, your eyes closed, breathing calm and steady.
“I love you, too,” he replied, placing a kiss delicately on the crown of your head.
For a little while, he just held you like that, keeping you safe in his arms while you drifted off into your dreams, subconscious painted with strokes of sunset orange and glittering gold, deep blues and shining silvers, pastel purples and soft cream whites.
They were pleasant dreams, while they lasted, though as Howl shifted around you and caused you to stir, you didn’t worry about losing them. You’d gain plenty of new opportunities tomorrow to view those colors in reality, this place so gorgeous one could only imagine it to be something out of a fairy tale.
“What are you doing…?” you mumbled as Howl lowered you to lay out on your back, making sure a pillow was placed comfortably under your head.
He knelt to start unlacing your boots then, flashing something only slightly mischievous before answering, “Well, you can’t very well get into bed in all these clothes, now can you?”
The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of your lips before fading back into exhaustion, laying still as Howl removed your shoes, your stockings, helped you out of your beautiful dress and then tucked you under the covers.
Once you were settled, he made good work of removing his own clothing, garments slid perfectly onto hangers and hooked on the back of the door, the suite’s wardrobe too far away to be bothered with apparently.
When he joined you under the sheets and blankets, he pulled you close, your bodies curling around each other like entangled vines traveling up towards the sun. He pressed another kiss to your forehead, muttering one last, “I love you,” before wishing you sweet dreams.
And this time, you dreamt not only of the colors, but the feelings as well.
There was enough devotion and adoration to fill all of the world’s oceans, so deep and full and undeniably real that it was no wonder it didn’t take much for you to drown in it all.
But below the surface there was always a savor waiting for you, your protector, your rescuer, the one you could always depend on. He could take your hand and guide you to unbelievable new worlds, all the beauties hidden in any nook of the land, or even his own imagination, waiting for you to happen upon them.
And you didn’t know how it was possible, that you and Howl just seemed to fall in love more and more every year, every day. But you supposed it was sort of like magic. You’d have to see it, hear it, feel it to believe it. And once you had, that was all the proof you’d need to never question how or why is was possible ever again.
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(Me picturing post-war Howl bringing Sophie on all these amazing dates and lovely trips and just wanting that to be me T-T <3
No but really, who wasn’t in love with Howl Pendragon after their first watch of the movie haha
Anyway, this is literally from like over a year ago and I’d never finished it, so I figured I’d spruce it up a bit and just put it out there.
Also writing for Howl made me want to write for Qifrey (from Witch Hat Atelier) because, charming and mysterious wizards? sign me up!
I hope you enjoyed!
See you next time <3)
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Howl Pendragon Fluff Headcanons
❁ Howl is incredibly loving. He is kind, caring, loyal, a bit overdramatic, and simply an amazing man to have around.
❁ One of his favorite ways to show you love is to give gifts. And I mean he makes it his sole purpose to spoil you. Love to read? Whoops, suddenly the castle has a library. Enjoy nature? He's taking you out to see the most beautiful waterfalls he knows of.
❁ He wants you to see yourself as he sees you; like starlight. He'll try everything he can to turn you into a real narcissus. Not in a "bad" way; he just wants you to know exactly how stunning you and your soul are.
❁ Howl also loves to show you off. He walks proudly around as though parading you around with your arms hooked, your hand resting just in the crook of his elbow as he leans his head down to whisper something to you.
❁ While you're shopping for bread and speaking politely with a vendor, Howl suddenly runs his hand down your bicep. When you turn around, he's bowing and offering you a flower that he bought from a nearby stand. You blush (and he takes great pride in this) and accept his gift, and when you do, he gently lifts your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
❁ I personally have an idea in which Howl gifts you books and puts folded pieces of paper between the pages to point out the quotes he thinks describe you. (Would anybody read? Please comment or send an ask!)
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INCOMING!—☆
Your S/O makes you squirt for the first time
Time-Skip Takemichi/Howl Pendragon/Sebastian Michaelis/Son Goku
Female reader / Reader with a vagina
Minors do not interact cause I know you gone read the shit anyway 🙎🏾♀️
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Takemichi—
TAKEMICHI’S EYES WERE WIDE AND BLOWN OUT
the space between his brows wrinkled as he panted. His beige skin was heated to the touch as his sweat began to dampen his feverish skin. The man’s heart thundered and reverberated within his eardrums as his blue eyes focused on where the two of you were connected.
You were on top of him.
Your upper body was leaned back, your hands on either side of his spread legs. Your breast bounced with vigor, your skin just as sweaty as his. Your legs were parted, exposing your most intimate parts to your lover as you bounced on his cock.
Takemichi’s wide eyes drunk at the sight of his cock spearing into you each time you dropped down on his cock. He could hear the lewd squelching of your pussy welcoming his cock each time, and the slapping of your ass against his pelvis and upper thighs. Your meaty thighs and ass rippled as you bounced on him, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. The male’s hands gripped your hips for something to hold onto, occasionally gripping your soft flesh, or pulling you harder down on his cock while he lost himself in the feeling of your velvet walls hugging him, and sucking him further inside of you. The crown of his cock jabbed at the soft spongy part of you, provoking you to chase your orgasm as the sensation fluttered through you, the turmoil building in your lower belly began to grow.
Takemichi couldn’t understand what came over him.
But his dominant hand let go of your hip so he could harshly flick his fingers back and forth against your swollen clit.
“Fuck—yes!” you sputtered as you felt as if you were coming. It was an intense feeling that rushed over you as a sudden spurt of wetness sprayed Takemichi’s lower half. At the same time, he bucked his hips upward, cumming deep inside of you.
The man tensed, eyes wide as he halted, looking down at what had happened as you flopped back, your back over the lower half of his legs.
He seemed to marvel, slightly gasping as his hand grasped the top of your thigh to lightly shake your leg. “_,” his brows raised, “babe!”
You were out like a light.
He sweatdropped, still in awe at what happened. He hadn’t anticipated you to cum as hard as you had done.
He could hear you softly snoring.
For now, he would pull out, clean you up, and then tuck you in.
His mind was still racing about what happened. He felt his lean chest swell with pride that he had managed to make you squirt like that. Usually, he’d see that in porn flicks or on those ridiculous porn ads that pop up on other websites. He had never seen it happen in person with someone else until now.
TAKEMICHI WAS MENTALLY PATTING HIS BACK
Howl—
HOWL HAD YOUR ASS HANGING OFF THE FOOT OF THE BED
he had your legs raised as his hands grasped tightly to the back of your knees, bending them back slightly. You swore he thought you were some sort of contortionist the way he would bend you in odd angles.
You’d think complaining about being so sore and not so flexible to the man he’d ease up a little.
Your toes curled as one of your arms extended above your head on the bed, gripping the soft blanket and sheets of your shared bed. Your unoccupied hand furiously rubbed harsh circles against your clit as Howl unrelentlessly jutted his hips against your ass. Your skin rippled as his balls slapped against your ass from how harshly he was stuffing his cock into you. He kept your legs spread to watch you rub your clit eagerly, his blue eyes wide with excitement.
The two of you were doing your best to remain quiet amid the night so as to not wake anyone else in the cozy castle.
Your hand loosened on the sheets and you clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sudden cry that wanted to flee from the depths of your throat.
“Right there,” your shaky voice spoke through your fingers after spreading them.
With your legs in his hold, he was gripping onto you tightly as he raised them a little higher, the lower half of your body going up as his cockhead began massaging against that soft spongy spot within you. Repeatedly pressing against it with the roll of his hips. You stopped your hand momentarily as your legs began to shake and a rush went through your body. Your lower belly tensed, and your walls clenched around him, holding him snugly in place, making it difficult for him to pull out to push back in as he started cumming.
Howl’s blue eyes sparkled in awe at the rush of wetness that spattered against his lower belly, dripping from his skin now. Your mouth parted in a silent scream as you arched your back and turned your head slightly, your whole body trembling in account.
You were panting, your chest heaving. Your eyes were cloudy and somewhat teary, and your hands were limp at your sides.
Howl couldn’t help but chuckle, he brushed gentle kisses against the inside of your calf. “Beautiful,” he praised you, continuing kissing your feverish skin.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. You were so good for me,” he murmured, striving to keep quiet still. Glancing at a window, he noted that the sun was gradually ascending through a beautiful haze of orange and pink clouds.
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AS DEMONS
you and Sebastian were pretty smug, especially when it applied to showing one another up. Whether it be in front of the Phantomhive staff, in front of the young earl—and especially in bed.
Sebastian tangled a hand in your locs, tugging a few of them in his grasp. His other hand raked his black fingernails against your naked back, leaving red thin lines in their wake. The disrupted skin welted with small beads of blood but they would eventually heal by the time morning rose.
FOR NOW
Sebastian’s sharp teeth harshly bit into your shoulder, staking his claim on you as your sharp nails scratched his broad chest. His dark hair was a mess, strands sticking upward, and in odd directions, if anyone saw him with such imperfections in his hair they’d think it was uncharacteristic of him.
You, however, were much more used to the sight of his ruined state.
He was on top of you, lapping at the blood that surfaced from your bitten skin. He brushed his red lips against the wounds as small apologies, his hips recklessly rutted against yours, his cock plowing inside you provoking your walls to spasm as you raised a leg.
In his ear, he could hear the sharp gasp that pierced from your throat. He could feel the way your body pulled tautly and your breast pressing against his naked chest as you arched your back from the black abyss that was your nest. Dark feathers gradually showered the area, some landing on your lover’s head or brushing against his back. A few landed on your chest when Sebastian would lift his upper body, or landed in the wake of your locs that pooled around your head.
HERE, YOU COULD BE AS LOUD AS YOU WANTED
You could scream, you could be as rough as you wanted with him, and the same applied to him for you, without interruption from concerned staff members.
Your head leaned back, your chin raised, exposing more of your neck as you choked out a cry. Your plush lips were parted, sharp teeth gleaming from an unknown light, and your triangular tongue slightly lolling from your mouth. Sebastian watched with sadistic glee, his eyes squinting slightly as a smirk smeared his bloodied lips.
With one last thrust upward, jabbing into a spot he knew all too well, he watched in fascination as his balls tightened and began cumming—filling you to the brim with his seed—as your hips stuttered and your essence sprayed the lower half of his stomach.
He was far too used to the lewd sight of you squirting.
HE WAS OBSESSED WITH GETTING YOU TO DO IT
OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO BE FRANK
He felt a sense of pride watching you writhe beneath him as your body would jolt. In reaction to so much pleasure, that it was almost painful, your hands would push at his chest, one eyelid hooded, and lower than the other, as you hissed.
He gave a deep chuckle, tilting his head to kiss your cheek.
“Asshole,” you murmured when your body settled. A purr rumbled from your throat, basking in his warmth as his chuckling proceeded.
“Now, now, let’s not be harsh. What sort of mate would I be if I couldn’t satisfy you so immensely.”
He laid on top of you on purpose, his face hovering over yours as that smug expression haunted you for the remainder of you being underneath him.
“Don’t you dare-”
“I’m simply one hell of a lover.”
He beamed as you groaned at that stupid catchphrase.
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Goku—
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SAIYAN MEN WERE A DIFFERENT BREED
you knew that for a fact with the way Goku acted behind closed doors within the privacy of your cozy home.
Normally his eyes were wide with glee, puppy-like happiness that would swirl within his dark eyes. His smile could light up an entire planet, presenting those pearly whites.
HOWEVER
Your back arched as your fingers gripped onto the sheets of your shared bedding. The bed squeaked under the pressure of Goku’s relentless thrusting. His vast hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, hooking into you to pull you back onto his cock. His narrowed eyes would often ascend your arched spine, watching sweat glide down your skin. His dark eyes descended your spine anew, a dark purr grumbled at the base of his chest, watching his length slick into you. There was a white ring of your juices coated around the base of him, his heavy balls slapped against your slit, and the sonance of your whimpers was like music to his ears.
You were drooling, completely drunk off the bliss of his cock stuffing you full. Your head was perched on a pillow you pulled closer to your person.
Your hips bounced as his cock continued its assault, and with each bounce, your breast followed. Goku was hypnotized with the way your ass rippled from each buck of his narrow hips. Your thighs were parted, and your knees would shift, in an attempt to crawl away as the tempo of his hips fucked you quickly.
He roughly pulled you back, forcing his knees on the bed, on either side of his.
“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fu—ck!” you babbled, chanting the curse word as quick as his hips were moving.
Your lips parted as thunder rumbled in the sky outside, lightning brightening the dark clouds as you cried out. Messily, his cock slipped out of you, cum spurting on your lower back and one of the cheeks of your ass. In unison, your hips twitched, cumming harshly as you squirted with a force, dampening the sheets of your bedding, pooling between your knees.
Goku jerked his hips slightly between the cheeks of your ass to get out of his rut, cum leaking from the crown of his cock.
He huffed, still holding a tight grip on you.
His chest was still rumbling as he watched his cum gradually descend your outer thigh and roll past the cheek of her ass. He felt as if he were marking his claim on you further, his purring growing louder as he licked his lips.
He barely acknowledged the dampness under you both, his hand smearing his cum on you further in satisfaction.
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Flowers pt 1
Pairing: HowlxFemalePresenting!reader
Featuring: Howl Pendragon
Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship, Proposal, Mentions of Marriage
Summary: It's Y/N's Birthday so Howl and Markl surprise her!!
Reader's Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: One suggestive part but it's not SUPER suggestive but very subtle.
I sat in the warm, cozy living room and idly read one of my favorite books, Pride and Prejudice. It had been my birthday today and I had been eagerly waiting for Markl to get home. He had been out with his new friends from Porthaven, so I had been left to myself in the castle. I had been feeling a bit lonely lately, and this book made me feel a little better.
With Markl and Howl constantly going out, I have to do things to keep myself busy. Like trying out new recipes, reading the latest books, or maybe even walking around the town and talking to the people.
But sooner or later, the words consumed me on the pages. I looked up from the comforting book and saw that it was getting late, and I hadn't eaten yet. I then got up and started to make some dinner, feeling a little guilty about taking my eyes off the book for even a second. I started to feel isolated and alone again, but cooking dinner gave me something to focus on other than my thoughts.
Not long after, I heard the door open. I turned the stove off and looked behind me to see that it was my lover Howl with a bouquet of roses in his hands. "I'm home," he yelled and went into the kitchen.
"Happy birthday, my love," he said, holding out the beautiful roses. The roses were a light pink with a hint of blue. They were the perfect birthday gift.
I gratefully took the bouquet and admired them. "They're absolutely beautiful," I said, "but you didn't have to get me flowers."
"I know," he replied, "but I couldn't resist."
These are truly beautiful Howl," I said, kissing him on the cheek. I put the flowers in a vase and continued to cook dinner. Soon, he came and helped me cook.
After a filling dinner with Howl, I started to clean up the cooking mess that we had made.
Howl then got up from the table behind me, then hugged me from behind. I felt his arms snake around my waist, and I could smell the sweet scent of his breath on my neck. "I have something to show you," he said.
Howl turned me around so that I was facing him, then smiled and took my hand. He took me to the front door, then he switched the house door into our favorite place—the garden with a little cottage in the middle.
He opened the door slowly, and the sweet smell of flowers hit me. I looked to the outside and gasped. Rose petals were headed towards two elegantly-dressed chairs, with another red rose in the center of the table. It felt surreal and dreamlike, like I was seeing this place for the first time. It was beautiful and magical, like nothing I had ever seen before.
The moonlight shone perfectly through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the tablecloth with a soft, white light. The fields of daisies and sunflowers surrounding it were bathed in the orange hues of the setting sun. Having Howl by my side all felt like a dream come true. But every day with him felt like a dream come true.
He took my hand once more, then walked us to the table. We stopped in front of a chair and he let go of my hand, then he pulled out the chair for me. ‘Thank you Howl." I said as I sat down.
As he sat down in the other chair, Markl and his other friends came from behind the hill with a beautiful cake, which they then presented to me. “How did you guys know it was my birthday?” I exclaimed, surprised, and touched. Their thoughtfulness and generosity touched me.
“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Markl said as he lit the candles. They began to sing a heartwarming birthday song to me, and I savored the moment by blowing out the candles with a smile on my face. The cake was delicious, the roses were amazing, and the company was warm and welcoming. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday.
“Y/N, what did you wish for?” Markl exclaimed, drawing out the name. He seemed genuinely excited to hear the answer, with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye.
"If I say it out loud, then it won't come true." I smiled.
Howl then cleared his throat and stood up. I looked towards him and he started to take something out of his back pocket.
I gasped once more as a hand went over my chest as he then got down on one knee. The atmosphere was instantly transformed into something magical and peaceful.
It was a delicate platinum ring with a heart-shaped diamond mounted in the center of the band. My eyes teared up with happiness as I saw the ring for the first time. I couldn't contain my feelings and started to cry.
"Since you were there for me through all of my ups and downs, I have always loved you. I can't imagine going a day without you by my side. Will you marry me?" He professed.
I got up from my chair and held him as tight as I could, never wanting this incredible, magical moment to end. I was in awe of how lucky I was to have him in my life, and how much I loved him. “Of course I’ll marry you Howl!”
I could tell that he was extremely excited and nervous about this, and I was too. He hugged me back tightly, then he pulled away and put the ring onto my finger. It was the most sentimental and emotional moment of my life, and I'm happy that I could share it with the one person who had been there for me every step of the way.
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𖤓•𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 •𖤓
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Howl Pendragon x GN!Reader
tw: food
(a.n: a lil howl drabble for my gays nd theys out there. shoutout to the ppl still simping for howl in 2023 y’all so real for that)
Howl was yanking you downstairs as you groggily stumbled down with the force of Howl’s pull. He’d asked you to close your eyes, which you were already complying. Not because you trusted him, but you were just still really groggy and disoriented and therefore struggling to keep your eyes open. You were also understandably confused as to why Howl decided to wake you up at the asscrack of dawn on an off-day.
You’d missed a step on the stairs and you were suddenly falling, before you felt Howl’s warm and slender hands catch you, and set you down on the floor, your eyes finally opening up to see the front door open, and Howl now at the bottom of the stairs leading down.
He held a basket with a red and white plaid blanket over the contents inside.
You’d finally caught on what he’d planned.
It explained Markl’s multiple trips to the Porthaven market the day before, and why Howl didn’t come to bed until much later that night, and why he was so adamant that you stayed out of the kitchen at all costs.
You grinned widely at Howl, eagerly trotting downstairs and linked arms with your raven haired lover, letting him lead you through the early morning field of flowers, which was laid in a valley and had a pond.
He jumped across a narrow area of the pond, and held your hand as you hopped to the same side he was on. Soon he’d stopped and set the picnic blanket down, using decorative pins from his room to keep the checkered cloth on the grass.
Howl finally reached in the basket and pulled out the main course of your meal, serving you your portion while he ate his own.
As the two of you ate, the sun began peeking above the crease of the valley, its rays greeting the furthest flowers from Howl and you.
Clouds of candy floss made a picturesque horizon as they towered and feathered around the bright orb as it passed higher and higher in the sky.
Howl’s arms had wrapped around your middle and rested against your shoulder. Warm breaths tickled your neck and you felt yourself being gently rocked from side to side by the lanky man pressed against your back.
The sensations you were receiving from the beautiful sunrise to the soothing affections provided by your wizard boyfriend were a blessing for you.
>> end.
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Howl x Reader Naping Headcanons
Character: Howl
Rating: SFW
Type of Reader: GN! Reader
Edited: ❌
• This man loves naps
• When you nap it’s usually because one of you have been overworking
• Sometimes Markle joins you
• Usually when you do nap together, it’s raining
• Imagine this
• There you laid, exhausted
• You ear resting on Howl’s slow beating heart
• The was calm and quiet expect for the doodads in Howl’s room that made nice white noise
• Your arm laid over Howl’s hip
• Before you could doze off. There was a soft knock at the door
• It seemed to break Howl’s sleep as well
• Markle open the door, sleepless
• Howl looked at him and smiled exhaustively, “Would you like to sleep in here?”
• Markle nodded and walked through the room trying not to step on anything in the room
• You looked and helped him up onto the bed
• Rain patted the roof (?)
• Before you could lay back asleep, Markle laid beside you with a tight grip on your shirt
• Howl laid his arm over you and put one of his hands on Markle’s head
• “Goodnight, my love” Howl said to you before you both drifted off to sleep
Hope you all liked it!
Writen by Feirce Deity Link
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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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Hello, on this occasion I made this Au from the movie Howl's moving castle! ✨ with my selfshipp <3, they are dialogues that both would definitely say to each other!💕
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Morning Routine
howl pendragon x reader | 1,534 words
synopsis; it could never just be a peaceful morning in the castle. not while howl was around, not as long as he had time to disturb your bath.
notes; book!howl-coded bc he's a massive fucking brat here, slice of life moment, implied established relationship, roughly proofread, written 2021.
The cataclysm that was your life often began just as dawn broke across the sky, all with its hues of pink and orange spearing through the shroud of night. You knew it not by the caress of light seeping through the slithers of space between your curtains, nor by crowing roosters in their tragically optimistic song. In fact, by comparison to what you typically endured, a rooster would by far be your preference.
At that point, you had become attuned to stirring right around that time as it was; the fog of sleep still sat in your mind like an anvil, inciting your head back to your pillow for just a bit longer. You always resisted because it would never amount to anything anyway.
So there you sat, legs hanging like lead over the edge, shoulders and back rolled forward in such a way you felt the pull of gravity teetering you towards the floor.
You eyes were the last thing to adjust, keeping them closed for the most part until you found the bravery in you to put forth your feet and stand.
Most days, however, you waited for the castle to erupt.
And that it did.
Although notoriously not an early-riser, Howl had quite gotten into the habit recently for reasons you didn’t bother to explore, aside from petty teatimes with Sophie. His gait was unmistakable as he pounced down the stairs, attempting all the lightness of an antelope in his movements, but only ended up like a clumsy giraffe stumbling down them.
You thought you caught a waft of his new cologne or another from the gap beneath your door.
From there, you listened with an increasingly steady heart, anticipating the next things to come.
Below your feet you heard a mishmash of voices, all their owners very distinct, though their words were dulled by the splintery floorboards supporting your feet, and probably the fact your ears were still deafened to most sounds right now.
Sophie was likely asking what everyone wanted for breakfast, encouraging Michael to fetch you out of bed, to jab you a couple times in the ribs with a broom handle if you were being particularly fussy. He gave some affirmative, you were sure, listening to the lethargic groan of staircase.
Next came Howl’s voice, damn bold, bright, and too fucking chipper for this early in the morning. He was speaking with rapid succession, you could only assume it was a complaint about burnt bacon, or insisting he cook up his own eggs. It wasn’t unfathomable the dolt made mention of some travesty Sophie committed yesterday as well.
“Why you—first thing in the morning! This is what you let fly out of your flap?! I should’ve known you’re no good. Eat your bacon! Shush!” Sophie’s screech was clear and loud, jolting you upright from the remnants of your sleep. “The eggs are fine, you buffoon. There’s nothing—no, there’s nothing wrong with them!”
“I shouldn’t have to make breakfast every morning!” Howl rejoined, being the only thing you could discern through the floorboards before an awful, cacophonous contest of bellows erupted from downstairs.
You rose to your feet then, swaying back on your heels for just a second as you propelled yourself towards the door, throwing it open against the wall just as Michael’s knuckles had come forward on it to knock.
“Oh, mornin’, figured you were awake.” Michael said, rubbing away the sleep in his eyes. “I think Calcifer overcooked the bacon, but you know Howl.”
“Mmmya,” came the grunt from your throat as you sidled past him in the doorway, onward towards the bathroom, missing the kid’s utterly apathetic, distant stare after you.
Even with the thick door shut and the ferocious hiss of water gushing into the bathtub, you still heard traces of their argument downstairs. You tried to pay little heed to it as you sat along the rim of the rub, a foot hiked across your knee as your fingertips glided in a dance across the rippling surface, testing the temperature by plunging your hand to the wrist, smacking your palm on the bottom of the tub.
At this stage in the morning, you didn’t have the capacity to understand and express emotion let alone meditate whatever their spit was today.
As the mirrors dotted throughout the bathroom began to fog, steam swirling around you in white puffs that touched your skin the same as a warm breath; familiar yet always new enough, you shucked off your night clothes and stepped in carefully. You had ran the temperature too high, but your shared frugal nature with Sophie made it but impossible to drain the tub—or worse, use even more water.
The heat nipped at your toes, searing the pads of your feet as you bounced from one to the other. It crept higher to your shins, to your thighs and groin, hips, waist, and finally the rest of you as you slowly submerged your body beneath the fragrant waters. The eucalyptus and lemongrass floated inside your nostrils as you breathed; both a classic, yet harmonious meld that brimmed your lungs and parted from your lips.
“Ah! I knew it! You were the one who stitched a patch into my suit! Michael, look at this hideousness! I can’t wear this!” Howl lamented, his sheer agony managed to seep through the crevices in the floorboards into the bathroom.
You weren’t sure how.
There was a pause, presumably of reluctance before Michael offered his thoughts. “Why not? It looks fine to me.”
“Michael!” Howl exclaimed, his voice jumping a to a higher pitch, clearly affronted. “My own apprentice says such things. Where did I fail? Was it when, out of the kindness of my soul—my very being, Michael, when I let Sophie start sleeping on the cot?”
“Can’t you pipe down?” said Sophie in exasperation. “Some people are trying to enjoy their morning. Now, stop being a baby and go put your suit away.”
Of course, the fighting did not end, and you resigned to drowning out their voices to incoherent shouts for the sake of enjoying your bath. Even still, your eyes floated about the bathroom lazily; noting the many absolute useless trinkets that decorated the walls, to the bottles of dyes and cosmetics rammed haphazardly atop the sink, stacked thoughtlessly.
It was much the same on the adjacent rim of the bathtub touching the wall, Howl’s collection of mysterious dyes, shampoos, scrubs, and washes were all in unmarked glass bottles.
You thought some even glowed.
You could barely bring yourself to look above the containers at the white walls stained like an artist’s palette after a time of mixing, dabbing, adding, and stippling. It was mostly curiosity that led you to reaching a hand above water, attempting to dig a nail under a splotch of vibrant red, grimacing once you realized it was not coming up.
“God, he just needs to suck it up and take some bleach from his sister.” You groused, scraping dutifully at the stain with some hope any amount of red would chip away.
You had anticipated for the fighting downstairs to eventually migrate to the top floor. It was less an attempt of escape on Howl’s part and more of his desire to complain to you until the evening at this new wickedness of Sophie’s.
Predictably, feet pounded up the staircase, rattling the oddities on the walls and jingling others as the hallway exploded with all the ferocity of a thundering stampede. You heard first the noise stop at your bedroom door, Howl’s voice echoing your name urgently before tromping onward.
The eucalyptus was getting deep into your muscles at that point, you didn’t even consider the fact that the tips of Howl’s boot-clad toes peeked beneath the bathroom door.
For some reason, you expected a smidge of courtesy and rapping knuckles against the wood door, not it swinging open hard enough to strike the wall behind it and bounce off it.
Howl surged forward into the bathroom, swiping the steamy air with his suit as he thrust it out at arm’s length. “Look! Look at what what that sad old woman did! Can you see it? This patch is hideous, and right in the elbow! I’m beside myself, you need to stop her—”
“What in the living hell, Howl!” You shouted, unsure of what parts of you were appropriate to cover, so you simply ripped the shower curtain over until all except your head was hidden. “I don’t care! Get out!”
Howl let out a horrified gasp, clutching the suit jacket closer to his chest. “You don’t care? What world am I living in that my sweetest, my beloved does not share in my pain? We swore ourselves to share agony and hardships and—”
“Oh my god, Howell! I’m trying to take a bath! Scram!” The first bottle flung was in plastic, an orange dye to be precise. Your hands felt along the cluttered wall for anything else light. “Git! Git! Git!”
Howl ducked around your onslaught, nearing closer to the door as he went. “That awful woman! Look at how she’s rubbed off on you! I won’t forgive her.”
“Holy hell, Howell! Go!"
divider by; @/anlian-aishang
reposted from my deleted blog, cardeneiv
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Big Baby (Howl Pendragon X Fem!Reader)
A/N yeah this one's pretty short, sorry
Living with Howel Pendragon was nothing short of an adventure.
Between the moving castle, snippy fire demon, chaotic apprentice and melodramatic wizard, Y/N's life was rarely quiet, and never boring.
And today's adventure was picking up the pieces of a hair related meltdown.
"Come now you big baby, Sophie has apologized a hundred times about your hair!"
It had been about an hour since Howel had sprinted down the stairs shouting about his hair, and after preventing him from summoning the spirits of darkness, Y/N and Sophie had been able to haul the moping man out of the chair and up into bed. From there they had cleaned up the slimy manifestation of Howl's depressive state, much to Calcifer's relief.
And now here she was, standing in the middle of his room with her hands on her hips, scolding him for throwing such a hissy fit.
"You're a grown man and you need to act like it." She scolded. "I understand being upset, but honestly a temper tantrum was uncalled for."
He groaned, tossing his arm over his eyes before sighing out, "What use is living if I am hideous."
Y/N rolled her eyes, walking over to sit on the bed and moving his arm so she could see his entire face. Moving the hair out of his eyes, she gently cupped the side of his face with her hand, stroking his forehead with the other. She carefully coaxed him into opening his eyes, and smiled lovingly at him once he did, despite her previous frustration.
"My love I wish you could see how beautiful you are, no matter what you look like." She pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Being around you is like being bathed in sunlight, my dear. And quite frankly," she chuckled. "I quite like this new hair."
He raised a disbelieving eyebrow at her. "You do?"
"I do, darling."
"You swear it?"
"Indeed." She pressed another kiss to his forehead, drawing a smile out of him.
"Well, I guess it's not that bad." He smirked at her.
"Uh huh." She stood up and straightened out her skirt. "And now, you have someone you need to go apologize to."
"Right now?" He groaned. "Why not take a nap with me first, huh?"
"Now you baby."
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dearly detested ; howl jenkins-pendragon x reader
have i ever written enemies to lovers before? no. wait actually this is more rivals to lovers oops. also canon divergence i think. mix of the book + movie. female reader is implied but i use they/them pronouns.
also michael = markl. michael is howl’s apprentice, and is like…15. he’s just the book version of markl. (and also i like him way more than markl lmao).
rivals to lovers > enemies to lovers. there i said it.
hmm. it appears that the man upstairs gave me the ability to write angst. there’s some hurt/comfort mixed in there.
tw; blood, howl is a lot crueler i think, slight gore?, howl kinda kidnaps reader but they could leave if they wanted, non-sexual nudity, howl and the reader definitely have history, y/n is emotionally constipated, they take a bath together, you can cut the tension with a knife.
there was not one person you hated more in the entirety of ingary. everything about howl made you see red. every time his name crossed your ears, you bit back with doglike rage.
there was a time not too long ago where you felt differently, perhaps with even the slightest crush on the young wizard. but that was years ago, when you were still a student. now you were a full-fledged witch who saw through howl’s trickery. how could any respectable user of magic be such a dirty coward?
you sighed, the black masses fizzling away after leaving you bloodied. the witch of the waste was still on the prowl, and as sanctioned by the king, you were expected to rid of her. your dearly hated howl, however; was tasked with finding the king’s brother, prince justin.
his victory would surely trump your own, which of course angered you like nothing else. everyone would forget about the witch of the waste once the prince was found. so you decided to take your time with your contract. but now that you were rendered almost defenseless in the valley of the waste, the familiar puffing of the castle was once again something that stirred nostalgia and not hatred.
you lumbered closer to the castle, clutching your wounded side. the huge hunk of metal chugged closer to you, though you were sure that was coincidence. howl most certainly was not home. if he was, you would’ve ran back up into the waste.
you slung yourself at the back door, shoving it open with your shoulder. howl’s apprentice stood there, wide-eyed with a half finished spell on the table in front of him.
“m-master pendragon isn’t here right now,” michael stuttered. his wide eyes blew wider when they reached the deep gash in your middle.
“good.” you responded harshly, heading for the shelves of ingredients. your plan was to make a quick salve to stave off infection, but the creaking of the door made you freeze.
“oh? and what did the cat bring in this time, michael?”
his voice sent a chill down your spine. you dropped the vial you were holding, the glass breaking on the floor.
“and what manner of rodent may you be, my dear?” your rigid body turned around to find the horrible blond grinning down at you. his fingers traced your side, your body flinching as he flicked your blood off of them. “my, my, y/n. what in ingary has the king been making you do?”
you scoffed at his false curiosity. “i suppose you wouldn’t know,” you spat. he was only concerned with himself. “how has your contract been going?”
howl chuckled, and you had half a mind to punch his lights out. bang up that pretty face of his. “almost as well as yours, by the looks of it,” he said.
howl folded his arms, raising a brow. you knew what he meant. why had you come here, of all places? he was well aware of your loathing of him.
“it was close. i was sure you weren’t home.”
“so it was your intention to steal from me and then leave? calcifer would have told me everything,” he smirked. you narrowed your eyes.
“of course. but would you have sought me out? made me pay for whatever i had taken?”
howl’s face was stern, but you’d won. as you stared into his cold eyes, they finally darted away. you stopped the grin that pulled at your lips. howl turned to face the fireplace.
“prepare a hot bath. and lock the doors, calcifer. we can’t have our rat escaping just yet.” your heart dropped. “it appears they’re injured,” he sang, running a hand down your side. this time he didn’t bother flicking the blood off his fingers.
“i wouldn’t call them a rat, howl,” calcifer bit back before flaring up and doing his assigned tasks.
howl shoved your cloak off your shoulders. “michael, wash that for me. and you,” he turned and faced you, “accompany me to the bathroom, would you?”
you followed howl up the stairs, watching as his bloody hand trailed up the banister. he held open the bathroom door and steam fell out in thick tufts. “after you, my dear.”
you scowled. you stepped in, sitting atop the toilet seat. “so now what? going to watch me bathe, jenkins?”
“it’s nothing foreign, love,” he breathed, tipping salts into the bath water. “i’d rather not have poor michael be forced to supervise you.”
howl shrugged off his overcoat, letting it fall to the floor. he stretched his arms over his head, shoulders popping. he was left in a loose white shirt.
“i suppose you’re right, howl,” you sighed, finally giving in. “now, am i right in assuming that you have no intention of letting me leave until i heal?”
“would it please you if i said you are indeed correct in your assumption?”
you let a dry chuckle escape your pursed lips. your eye wandered, seeing all of howl’s beauty products. how many women had he charmed using these? immediately the homely aura returned to one of forced intimacy.
“of course it would,” you sang bitterly. howl laughed as he kneeled down to untie your bootlace.
“don’t play like that, my dear. i’m well aware of your…complicated feelings towards me.”
“what about them do you find complicated, oh great wizard of ingary?” you teased. however no amusement was in it, and none was found in his annoyance at the title you’d given him.
“i realize that i am a coward, there’s no reason to rub it in, dear,” his voice came out strained, and his eyes were shifting around.
you hummed. “i’m glad you’re self aware, howl. perhaps that fact brings you up a notch.”
“do you want my help or not, y/n?” he snapped. “or are you just here to berate me?”
you froze. he’d scared you many times before, but never once had howl jenkins ever raised his voice at you.
“i- howl, i didn’t mean it like that,” you sighed.
“of course you didn’t,” he sang, mocking you. his focus returned to your boots, swiftly pulling them off along with your stockings. the look in his eyes was distant. his hands edged towards your bloody blouse. “with your permission, my dear.”
“you know my answer, howl.” he seemed to lighten up at that. he did know the answer, which would always be yes.
soon your blouse was discarded on the floor along with your boots and trousers. you dabbed at your wound with a cloth howl had handed you.
“be grateful this gash wasn’t so deep that you needed stitches. i can fix this with magic.”
“go ahead,” you replied. howl’s hand moved to cusp your side, the warmth being replaced with the hot sensation of magic.
“this’ll leave a nasty scar, my dear,” howl said. but you weren’t paying any attention to him. your eyes focused on the thin flesh of his lips, pink and barely there. “though it doesn’t seem like you mind much.” his other hand grabbed your waist, pulling you atop him.
“i miss you, howl. every day,” you whimpered, burying yourself in his shoulder.
“then stay here. masking your longing with anger must be tiring.”
“i…can’t. not after how i’ve treated you,” you whispered.
“my dear, i know you only said those things to cope. it was the only way you knew how.”
the burning in your eyes ceased when you finally let your tears flow onto howl’s shoulder. he flinched when he felt your body quiver against him.
“howl,” your shaky voice barely audible as you gripped at the blond’s back. “i-”
“shhh. i know, my love. relax yourself.”
the two of you spent the next hour in the tub together, simply enjoying one another. howl calmed your shaky breaths, and made you feel like the only one in the world. you missed this. you missed him.
howl magicked up sleepwear, dressing himself and leaving you to sift through the pile of overzealous fabric until you found something suitable. you end up in something a tad too large for your figure, but you don’t mind. the softness of the silk garment is enough to make you even sleepier than before.
“howl?”
“yes, my dear, i know you’re tired. but please, let me speak for a moment?” he breathed, his blond hair brushing against your forehead. you respond with a sighed yes, and howl pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“never stray away from me again, my dear. it’s not good to keep things like this pent up for so long.”
your hands grasp at his back, and his lips make contact with your own. “i know, howl.”
howl’s lips parted in a kind smile, and he let out a small chuckle. he pressed his forehead against yours. “i love you, my dear.”
you answered him with a kiss on the lips. i love you too.
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Howl Pendragon x gn baker reader
I've never wrote for Howl before so sorry if he's occ and I'm writing for movie Howl not book Howl. I realize my writing is probably dry and I'm trying to work on that and constructive criticism is always appreciated. I think I kept it gn if not I'm sorry. I will probably make a part two
You've been running a small bakery for about six months and it's been doing really well for how long it's been open, and it's been a really nice part of your life. There's just something about seeing people enjoy what you make that makes waking up at 6 am to make sweets worth it. But today day started slow, maybe because of that rumor going around, something about a wizard and a castle. Anyway not that it didn't give you time to relax after baking all morning, until the door opened.
In stepped a tall man with blonde hair, a big jacket and a poofy white shirt, and you've never seen him before which is kind of odd. It's a small town and normally if it's a slow day your regulars are the main ones that come, but a customer is still a customer. He walks up to the counter with a type of stride that's oddly charming. He looks around for a second before speaking. " I need to chocolate cupcakes and a loaf of bread, please." After he makes his request you tally down what he asks and he pays, you move to start gathering the order. Deciding to make small talk you ask, " So I don't think I've seen you before, are you new?". He looks at you and smiles, " No, I'm not, I just don't get out much. It takes a special occasion for me to come out normally."
As you seal the box for the cupcakes and begin to wrap the bread in cloth you speak " Well I'm glad to meet you, I'm y/n . So what's the special occasion?" While handing him the baked goods, he replies, " My name is Howl and it's my apprentice's birthday so I thought I'd get him something, goodbye for now." You watch as he waves and walks out the exit while you now have to wait around for the next person.
It was five days later when he walked through your door again, this time with a red headed child who ran to the display case, looking at everything very excitedly. Howl, whose name you remembered which surprised you, walked up next to him. "Hi, nice to see you again, thought you didn't come out much." you greeted, while Howl greets back " Markel here", who glaces up at the sound of his name," was bugging me to buy more sweet stuff since I don't keep it on hand." Markel speaks up looking annoyed," All he keeps in the house is eggs, bacon and bread. "What's that?", he points to a cinnamon roll. Once you realize what he's pointing too, you tell him while Howl looks at you too with a smile, and the two start ordering what they want, pay and leave while you wave them off. The small talking with them is nice and doesn't seem as forced as it does with some people who come to your bakery, it's nice you realize, it comes naturally and kind of look forward to when he comes again, that is if he does come again.
It's been two weeks since you saw Howl and Markel until one morning you see Markel walk through the door and jog to the counter. " Hey" you greet," come back for more sweets?". Markel looks around in the display case and responds without looking at you, " Howl has been kinda distracted lately, lost in thought and I wanted to get him something to make him feel better and I know he likes the stuff you make but I don't know what to get him". At that you have to think for a moment about what makes people feel better, probably nothing fruity or citrusy, maybe something with cinnamon or chocolate. "What type of sweets does Howl like?", you ask Markel, but he shrugs and says, " He liked the chocolate cupcakes you made so maybe something chocolate, but I know he also really likes carrot cake." So to help Markel out you start to box carrot cake, chocolate cake and a cinnamon roll for Markel, while he watches slightly confused. You turn around and give him the box telling him not to worry about cost and Markel looks surprised but also joyful. He starts to run off to the door while thanking you but stops " Thank you ..... I don't think I ever learned your name." You smile " y/n" you say with a small laugh. " Thank you y/n" Markel calls as he runs off.
Markel arrives back at his house to find Howl staring off into space, sitting in front of Calsifer. "Howl, look what I brought you" Markel says as he runs up to him, causing Howl to tilt his head to him and perks up slightly seeing the box Markel is holding. Calsifer notices and starts speaking, " You got more from that bakery, can I have some this time, I never even got a cupcake the first time and you keep bringing back with nothing for me. I do keep this castle running but don't even get a bakery item." Howl ignores Calsifer and stands up, taking the box from Markel and makes his way over to the table and pushes away clutter to make a spot. " Thank you Markel, what is this for?" Howl questions while Markel grabs his cinnamon roll, " I noticed you've been off recently and I wanted to make you feel better. I think you like y/n baking a lot, don't you, I mean isn't that why you took me there that one time? So you would have an excuse to go again." Howl doesn't respond to his question and looks away slightly, listening to Calsifer in the background complaining while Howl takes the carrot cake for himself and takes the chocolate piece to Calsifer. While the fire demon eats it in one go Howl sits in peace eating while Markel tries to figure out what's been bothering him, deciding to ask him later, Markel goes back to eating.
If you read to the bottom thank you and if you have any constructive criticism to help my writing be better it is appreciated. I will more then likely be making more parts to this
#howl pendragon#x reader#howl pendragon x reader#howl's moving castle#fanfiction#Howl Pendragon x reader#Howl Jenkins Pendragon
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Why Does Things Happen?
Howl Pendragon X reader
Angst
Warnings- almost death, blood, death, and crying
“Y/n! Wake Up! Please!” Howl yells as he shook her, she then look at him all blooded up in pain she didn’t have that much strength to lift herself up. Howl had no choice but to carry you as she was dying slowly.
“I’m not leaving you y/n I can’t your the only one for me you hear me?!” He ran into the living room getting supplies “Calcifer! More heat now!” He didn’t want to lose her
“H-H-Howl p-p-please… y-y-you n-need to leave me” he hold tighter not letting go he ran as faster he could and he saw his moving castle and he jumped onto the castle.
“Howl what’s going on..?”Markl asked Howl got the supplies and tried to save her, he was just trying his best not to cry
“Markl go to bed now.” Howl was on the verge of tears he couldn’t lose her he got all the supplies he didn’t want to risk Markl seeing y/n dead infront of him.
“Boss she’s going to be okay I promise!” Calcifer yelled he of course knew that y/n was pregnant he couldn’t lose one
“Calcifer! Please help her!” He thought of the many possibilities of her dying and or the baby dying but he had to choose one right?
“H-H-Howl….?” Oh her poor voice he saw the spot of blood underneath her he knew the baby didn’t make it. This upset him but he made sure y/n was okay.
“Oh y/n… it’s not your fault….” He hug her as he bandage her up and cleaned her wounds up and she was going to be okay he knew this.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save the baby….” Howl stood up and looked at her and he shake his head with tears and cried into her.
“It’s not your fault y/n please it’s not your fault” as he cried she wrapped her arms around him and sniffles poor y/n hadn’t dealt with this ever.
Howl woke up hot and looked to his side to see his pregnant wife all okay no bandages at all it was all a dream or was it to come in the future and he grip onto the sheets.
“Y/n your staying here for the rest of the months for your pregnancy.” He held her tightly as she nod tiredly this was going to be all okay.
A/n: I hope y’all liked it, it’s not the best I’ve ever made but I tried.
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"Why did I click that link?!" (Yandere Ghibli x Reader)
𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
"I should really do my schoolwork. But I suppose one movie wouldn't hurt." Y/N yawned as they grabbed the remote, paying no mind to the ever-growing notifications of the deadlines for their schoolworks blaring on their laptop.
'I'll do it, tomorrow. In the morning...' They groaned, It was pretty late at night, so they needed a break.
Scrolling through Netflix' assortment of movies, they noticed that their favorite Ghibli Movie was no longer available in Netflix, to their dismay. They sighed, and thought of another way to watch it. An idea popped up in their head, albeit not a smart one. "Guess it's time to use those sketchy websites F/N suggested..." They groaned, reaching out for their laptop with the little energy they have left.
They scrolled through the various links in Google, most of them had a purple hue, due to Y/N's past habits with watching with those sites. They knew very well that although they had the movie they were looking for, they would be bombarded with pop-ups and weird ads in their face. Plus, The last site gave Y/N's laptop a really bad virus, so that was a no for them.
They eventually chose a site that seemed safe, and searched for their desired movie. Luckily for them, it was available. They muttered out a small 'yes!' in excitement, and clicked the movie. Surprisingly, It started a few seconds after clicking, no weird ads, no buffers, and no random singles in your area. Y/N started to watch the movie with a contented smile.
While watching the movie, Y/N felt off. Normally, they would have focused on the movie, but they felt like something was wrong. This lingering aura surrounded them, leaving a sour taste in their mouth. They brushed it off, and kept their eyes on the film.
Their eyes drooped, and they started to feel light-headed. Is this their body's way of saying 'GO TO SLEEP RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE-' or was it something more sinister? As the movie went on, the tiring feeling slowly consumed them bit by bit, until they fell asleep on the table. With the movie still playing, the laptop gave out sparks, and turned off by itself. A shadowy figure grinned at them, and closed the laptop. A bright blue mist covered the figure and Y/N, and they were gone in a flash. Leaving only their laptop and unfinished schoolworks behind.
̸̩̺̔͊̔͒̉̐Ỳ̷̨͔͚͇͉͈̟̥̝͒̈́͌͌a̷̛͇̱̎̔̿͘̚͘n̴̢͉̭̰̉́͊͘͝͠d̴̲̠̜̮̝͌̀̏̋̈e̶̲̺̪͗̋̽̏͛̂͌̃ṙ̵̹͈̲͔̭̩̭̤̪̣͌̽͗̐͆͒̑̓ę̷̖͓̫̜͉̠͙͂̐͜ͅş̶̼̙̟̫̙̱͇̞͋ ̸̨͇̳͉̦̭͗̓̌̏̏͂͝͝͝!̷̪̙́̓͑͋͠
(well, some of them-)
Howl Jenkins Pendragon
"Careful. Haven't you heard the rumors about me?"
"I'm just keeping you out of harm's way. Isn't that what lovers do?"
Prince Justin
"Ah, hello! Are you one of Howl's companions?"
"He already has Sophie, now it's my time to take your heart."
Haku
"You shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous."
"No spirit will ever separate us apart. I'll make sure of it.."
Lin
"Wait, you're that human who came out of nowhere!"
"Say, you're not bad. For a human, I guess."
Ashitaka
"You want to come with me? No. It's too risky for you."
"You should've stayed at the village."
San
"Intruder! Are you affiliated with that evil woman?"
"You shouldn't leave, stay with me."
Lady Eboshi
" Are you acquainted with that wolf girl, perhaps?"
"Whoever stands in my way for your love, shall be eliminated. I assure you."
Kaguya-hime (platonic)
"You're just like me. You're not from here, are you?"
"I must take you to the moon with me, If it means keeping you safe from them. Forever."
Sutemaru
"Little Bamboo's friend, right? Nice to meet you."
"It's a blessing for me to have met you, now we can leave this all behind!"
Prince Ishitsukuri
"You're saying that Princess Kaguya chose a peasant like you, over me?"
"I will worship the ground you walk on, and I humbly request you to be my partner for evermore."
Middle Counselor Isonokami
"What did Princess Kaguya see in you?"
"No treasure measures how much my heart longs for you."
The Mandrake
"You're not her, and you never will be."
"......."
And we welcome you, dear reader, to the beautiful world of Studio Ghibli!
(i dunno if this'll ever have a chapter 1, but comment below which movie you want Y/N to port to first lmao)
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Introduction
Hi! So, since I am getting into writing, I thought I might introduce myself a bit more!
So, to begin with, my name is Orion,Orie in short and I use they/she pronouns and I am queer! I live in Central Europe, and I am a student!
As for my writing, my requests are open 24/7. I am working on some requests rn, thank u btw, I will greatly appreciate your ideas/thoughts.(you can text me even with smh not related to fics) I write for the fandoms I know :) here are some I can think of:
~Grishaverse (Grisha trilogy, Six of crows duology,didn't finish king of scars yet. Nikolai, Alina, the darkling, Genya, David, Nina, Matthias, Kaz, Inej, Jesper, Wylan)
~The Sandman (Dream, Hob Gadling, desire, the Corinthian)
~Good omens (Crowley and Aziraphale- x reader pairing or crowley x Aziraphale. Polly relationship included.)
~The last of us (hbo) (Joel Miller, Tommy Miller, platonic!Ellie)
~Wednesday (Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, principal Wheems)
~Harry Potter (both golden and marauders era as well as Fantastic beasts) ( most characters)
~Marvel: (MCU) (most characters)
~ X- men (Professor X, Magneto, Mystique, Wolverine, Hank Mccoy, Peter Maximoff)
-DC : suicide squad 2016 (most characters), The Batman (both battinson and Bale!batman)
~Star wars (Obi wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han solo, Princess Leia, Ben solo, Din Djarin)
~Top gun Maverick (Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Robert 'Bob' Floyd, Natasha 'phoenix' Trace.)
~ The Chronicles of Narnia (movies) (the kings and queens, prince Caspian)
~Howl's moving castle (Howl Jenkins Pendragon)
- games! For example:
Resident Evil (Leon S. Kennedy, Lady Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Chris Redfield)
God of war (2018,2022) (Kratos)
Alice: madness returns (Alice Liddel)
~ House of the Dragon ( basically all characters)
~Dune (Paul Atreides)
~ Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children (movie)(Enoch O'Connor, Alma Peregrine)
~Alice in Wonderland (Mirana of marmoreal, the mad hatter)
~also books!
Three dark crowns ( Pyetyr Renard, Katherine, Arsinoe, Mirabella)
~i also write for celebrities (mostly actors of these characters, but even singers and stuff, just ask, I'll tell u if I'll write them)
~songfics(for any fandom mentioned)
~a lot of random characters! So if you have any character that is not here, you can try if I will write it!
Conditions:
I won't be writing smut (even tho I am of age in my country, you gotta wait a year)
Totally nothing with children ew (unless it's platonic)
No incest (unless it's House of the Dragon lmao)
There will be no pregnancy trope and reader won't have children unless it's asked for (I don't wike kids, sorry not sorry)
I will write age-gap, as long as it's legal (yeah, I also had my Tony Stark phase dw)
NO professor x student relationships ew
I will write for fem, male and gender neutral readers
Lmk if you want me to include 'y/n' or not.
If you want the reader to be for example blonde, plus size, brown eyes or have any other specific features, let me know! :) (Also, in cases of top gun if you want a specific call sign)
If there is a specific trope/dialogue prompt on you mind, don't be shy, I'll write it!
I will write poly relationships (poly marauders I'm looking at you)
These lists might be edited through time
I don't own, or claim to own any of the characters.
#grishaverse x reader#the sandman x reader#the last of us x reader#wednesday x reader#harry potter x reader#mcu x reader#avengers x reader#x men x reader#batman x reader#star wars x reader#top gun maverick x reader#narnia x reader#resident evil x reader#hotd x reader#mphfpc x reader
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