#howl jenkins x reader fluff

[blue-sadie]

A Thing Of Beauty

Imagine:

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

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

[jupiter-esque]

Hi!!! I saw that you write for Howls and I was wondering if we could get some hcs in how his so cares for him? Whether that be after a tough day physically or mentally or silly pampering him. How does Howl want and receive his comfort?

Preen

note: sort of went on an unofficial hiatus lol, but im finally on holiday yippee :)))) anyway i'm sure I've done this sort of request or smth before but I just love howl so much, he deserves all the love mwah <3

Warnings: nthn, just clingy howl and lots of sickening fluff.:3

Howl Pendragon x reader

It feels like the exhaustion is trying to imbed itself within his bones.

Howl struggles past the front door, His feet dragging as the castle door close with a resounding ding! signaling a new and hopefully much more calming scenery outside. He can't think of that now though.

bed, sleep, rest..now...

he could topple over at any moment.

The aroma of hot savory onion soup overtook his senses, he could almost feel the heady warmth of the liquid down his throat, burning away the worries and hardships of the day leaving him sated and drowsy. He could barely wait.

"Oh no you don't." Suddenly, soup didn't seem all that important.

Nimble fingers slip past his shoulders, pushing away his coat and fussing with its buttons. Howl's eyes landed on you blearily as he called out your name dreamily while reaching for you, his fingers smoothing out over any exposed skin he could reach and nuzzling into your blushing neck.

"Missed you." He mumbles quietly, his breath tickling you slightly. He pulled you in tighter as if trying to carve himself into you, trying to mold your bodies and souls into one. Too bad your offending apron and clothes prevented him.

"Poor baby." You coo as you brush through his hair, fingers carding through messily strewn strands and pressing into worn out muscles. "Okay time for a bath, then dinner."

"Nooo diner-"

"No, c'mere." You grinned with an air of finality, ushering him up the stairs ensuring he doesn't try flopping onto the cushy sofas in front of a grumbling calcifer, you're too used to his tricks and it comforts him to fall into your familiar routine. You sneak some more wood to the fire demon, a silent promise from his side to keep the thick onion soup bubbling and the bathtub upstairs equally toasty.

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Howl's staring into the soapy water, helplessly letting you wash his hair and scrub the grime off his skin, occasionally he plays with your free hand. you're both so very naked, so very vulnerable yet peacefully cleaning and gently caring for each other. A silly smile overtakes his lips as he remembers his flirtatious attempt for more...unorthodox intentions while you rolled your eyes and cheekily pushed him into the tub.

It should feel like a snug fit in the tub but magic has its perks and you're both settled into a pool of bubbles that would comfortably fit around three to four people. Howl shivers once more while you splashed water onto his richly dark hair. It hung limply over his eyes as you rubbed his back and pressed deliciously into his taught tendons, it took everything in him to not wantonly moan into your ear so he only let soft ragged breaths escape him as he gripped at your palms where you were sat behind him.

He could feel your smirk. You truly were his undoing.

Just as howl was about to let his eyes fall close and sleep to overtake him you pushed at his shoulders and complained loudly.

"Bath time is over you big oaf, get off i cant breath!"

Howl immediately saw his opening to tease you.

"I don’t know” He airly replied, slumping further into you while pretending to sleep and become dead-weight on top of your struggling form “It’s so comfortable here, I could just rest for a while~”

“Howl.” You warned.

“You wouldn’t mind right?”

You tugged at his hair with slight harshness

“Ouch!”

“Out! You’re clean. Now stop pouting.”

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Finally in fresh night-clothes, bellies full of soup and crunchy buttery toast, you're longing for sleep but the need to be in each others presence is stronger so you move to the living room in front of calcifer's hearth as he grumbles away about how much work he does around the castle. Howl shushes him with more firewood while you tuck little Markle to bed, before returning to cuddle up on the loveseat with a blanket wrapped round to stay cozy.

Eventually you find yourself preening through Howl's nearly-dry hair again whilst he settles his head against your chest and the rest of his body lays between your open thighs with his back facing you. All is quiet for a moment, only calcifer's crackling and your calming breaths fill the room as you rub at his scalp and untangle stray locks when a thought strikes you.

"Howl, dear."

"Hmm?" He hums tiredly letting one eye open.

"You know, you're a lot like a bird." You put a finger over his lips before he starts scowling about his more beastly raven-like form " In the sense that you always like your hair played with, a lot like how birds like their feathers preened. Especially by their bird partner."

You smiled down at him openly, he couldn't help but smile back.

"Oh? So that makes you my bird partner now, doesn't it?" He had one eyebrow raised while peeking up at you.

"Of course." You grinned, playing along.

"We'd make wonderful Swans then." He said with a serious expression.

"Why is that?" You blinked curiously, wondering why he was reaching closer for your face.

"Because they mate for life.''

and he followed his silent promise with a deep kiss.

BONUS:

“You know, I think you’d make for a wonderful peacock instead. Show off.” You muttered

“Quiet now, you love me.”

:))))

[cloudy-em]

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!)

[luvyurself]

apple cider

a/n : I’m a freak for him omfg.

flufftober masterlist

c/w : she/her pronouns, howls fucking dramatic, as usual tbh, never tried apple cider so bear with me

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she didn’t know how he moved so fast, she literally just blinked and now he’s leaning over the table to stare at her as if she’s grown two heads.

she took a quick bite of her food, covering her mouth as she talked, “….what?”

howl gave a slight scoff, his tone of voice laced with disbelief, “what do you mean, ‘what?’ you know exactly what.”

a slight furrow in her brow, “…no, I-“ she swallowed the food in her mouth, moving her hand away, “I…I don’t exactly know.” she responds, making the man sputter a bit.

“what-what do you mean-?” he leaned back down in his seat, “you never tried apple cider before?”

markl, who was ignoring them the entire meal, stopped eating his as soon as he heard him say that, “what?!” he shouted, his mouth stuffed with food.

she grimaced a bit, “markl, honey, don’t talk with your mouth full.” she then turned to howl with a confused expression, “I….I don’t see the issue here?”

howl only gave an exasperated gasp, clutching his chest where his heart would be. “if I had my heart, it would be breaking in two right now.” he dramatically spoke.

“your heart doesn’t really care about it.” she heard calcifer speak behind her, making her stifle a giggle.

howl ignored the comment, walking up to her and placing his hands on her shoulders, “no, this cannot do,” he spoke, glancing up at markl, “go fill a glass of apple cider, this is an urgent matter.”

markl eagerly nodded, scurrying to find a glass to give her. she hummed as she felt howl’s hands rub her shoulders, “is all this really necessary?” she asked, looking up to stare at him.

howl only tutted, “I will not let the love of my life live in a world where she hasn’t tried the sweet taste of apple cider, it’s very necessary.” he stated, thanking the boy as he set down a glass infront of her.

she stared down at the cloudy, golden drink infront of her, feeling both of their eyes on her as they wait for her to taste it.

she rose it to her nose to smell it, immediately being hit with a sweet aroma making her hum in delight.

markl and howl lean closer as she rose it to her lips, watching as she took a sip and stayed silent once she placed the cup down.

a few seconds past, howl’s fingers tapping on her shoulder, “…sooo?” he drawled out, leaning his face closer to hers.

the boy next to her had a giddy smile on his face as he practically bounced on his heals, “what do you think?” he asked, his fingers fiddling with each other.

she lets the taste linger on her tongue, humming in thought as she pretended to think.

“…..you were right, it was necessary.” she smiled to herself after hearing the two cheer in success.

[justwinginglife]

When You Know

Dedicated to my new follower @onna-musha-mari, more Howl fics to come, thanks so much for the support!

Your partner was an atrocious dancer.

But he was rich beyond belief, a nobleman, in line for some throne in some country, and a potential marriage prospect. You figured the least you could do was pretend to enjoy the dance; you owed his money that much.

As you glided along, using the sweetest of sweet smiles to mask your winces when he’d step on your toes or to hide your embarrassment when he’d miss his mark again, you remarked to yourself that apparently money couldn’t buy skill. No amount of money could erase the shame of having such a dance partner. No amount of jewels could erase the memory of his feet stumbling over yours, or undo the bruises he’d imposed upon your delicate toes.

Howl had been watching the whole disastrous affair and it pained him endlessly. When the song ended, he immediately flew to your rescue. You were a stranger to him, someone he’d never see again after tonight, but he felt the need to save you from this awful fate. He couldn’t bear to watch you struggle any longer. You were too beautiful, too elegant, to be resigned to such a sad, pathetic man.

“Mind if I have this dance?” Howl holds his hand out to you.

You meet the gaze of your savior and quickly - though not too quickly, so as to appear somewhat hesitant to be separated from your current partner- take his hand, letting him lead you further onto the dance floor.

“Well hello stranger.”

Howl bows to you, “Hello, my dear.”

He slips one hand around your waist and takes your hand with the other as he begins waltzing with you.

“Thanks for saving me.”

He grins. “Anytime.”

You dance another minute or two in silence, your bodies in perfect sync with each other. The ballroom is crowded, the music is loud, but somehow you feel like it’s just the two of you, alone in this room, lost in your own world. Lost in the rhythm of the dance, lost in the deep blue of his eyes.

Finally, you remark, “You’re not too bad at this, I suppose my toes can rest easy.”

He chuckles. “Oh, love, you’ll find I’m not bad at anything.” He winks, then he continues, “And might I add, you’re looking absolutely stunning tonight.”

You laugh. “Oh, is that right? What a smooth talker you are, Mr…?”

“Pendragon. Howl Pendragon. At your service.”

“Well thank you for your service, Mr. Pendragon. Once again, I appreciate the rescue.”

He pulls you closer as you continue to dance, then he murmurs against your ear, “It’s Howl, actually. You can call me Howl.”

The feeling of his breath on your skin makes you shiver and, sensing the sudden motion, he pulls you even tighter against him, trying to steady you. You’re suddenly very aware of how warm the room is, of how warm your skin is, of how warm his hands are.

“So, Howl… what’s a guy like you doing alone at a party like this?” You try to keep the interest out of your voice, but it’s there all the same.

“Maybe I’m just looking for someone like you. Someone devastatingly gorgeous who happens to be a fantastic dancer.” He watches you intently, waiting for your reaction to his compliments.

You smirk. “You better be careful saying things like that, or you might never get rid of me.” You tease.

He grins, then rests his forehead against yours. “I just can’t help myself. You’re simply too beautiful. You might not be able to get rid of me.”

“I bet you say that to all the women.”

“Only the beautiful ones.”

“Ah, so I’m not special. A shame.”

The song ends, but he’s still swaying with you in his arms, his blue eyes searching yours as though trying to read your mind. He’s dangerously close to you, so close you can almost taste him. Close enough that you’ve started to imagine the way he tastes, against your will. You know he’s probably just a huge flirt, but you can’t help being enticed by him anyway.

“Howl…” You whisper.

He sighs at the sound of his name on your lips. “Yes, love?”

“The… the song’s over.”

He shakes his head, gripping you firmly. “Have another dance with me,” He insists.

You laugh, amused. “Well, alright, if you insist. I suppose one more couldn’t hurt.”

So you indulge yourself in this fantasy a little more, playing at fake lovers as the music resumes and he twirls you around. You wonder if it’s the dance or the dancer that’s suddenly making you dizzy in the most intoxicating way possible.

Howl seems to notice the way you cling to him, the way your eyes never leave his. For a moment, he’s quiet. He’s just focused on the sound of your breathing, the feeling of your hand in his, the motion of your body mimicking his movements as he guides you across the dance floor. Then he breaks the silence with the first thing he can think of, “Don’t dance with anyone else tonight. You know as well as I do that no one else is going to be a better partner for you than me.”

You’re surprised at his bluntness. “Well, now that’s an interesting request. You’re right, I don’t think I’ve ever met a better dancer, and I’m not sure I’ll ever meet anyone again that’s as good as you are. But I have… certain obligations.”

He sighs, the disappointment obvious in his voice. Before he can protest, the song ends. He’s just about to request another dance from you when your former partner walks up to you, requesting your company. Howl stills. You watch his reaction carefully, looking back and forth between him and your suitor, but then you make your decision. You reluctantly take the nobleman’s arm, saying to Howl with as encouraging a smile as you can muster that there are no shortage of pretty women here tonight and he has no shortage of pretty lines, you’re sure he can find someone else to entertain him. Then you let the man lead you away, only turning back to look at Howl once more, before disappearing into the crowd.

For a moment, Howl is frozen. He’s still clinging to the feeling of you in his arms, still wondering if the short time you’d spent with him meant anything to either of you. Was it just playful banter? Or was it a spark of something more? Before his thoughts can collect themselves, his feet have already begun to move in the direction you went in; he’s unsure why they’re pulling him towards you, you’re just a stranger he’ll never see again, and you’re right that he has no shortage of women to choose from, but on the off chance there could be something between the two of you, he allows his feet to guide his path.

When he finally stumbles around long enough to find you, it appears you’re leaving the party. He thinks to himself that you must’ve gotten tired of playing the trophy because you’re feigning sick and you excuse yourself from the party. He’s shocked that your poor excuse for a suitor hasn’t noticed you’re not really sick and he’s even more shocked when the man waves you off, telling you he’ll fetch you in the morning. Howl scowls at the word “fetch” as if you’re some sort of pet. He wants to wring the man by the neck, but then you make your way out the front door and he follows close behind.

You wave down a carriage, talk to the driver a moment, and then are helped inside.

He thinks he might’ve just lost his chance with you, but then you poke your head out the window and call to him, “Are you coming or not?”

His eyes widen as you gesture to the seat next to you, but he quickly recovers from his surprise and he slips into the carriage, closing the door behind him. His thigh brushes up against yours as he takes up position beside you.

“I’ve asked the driver to take the scenic route home, I hope you don’t mind.” You try to keep your voice calm and level as you attempt to ignore the warmth of his leg seeping into yours.

“And why is that?” He peers down at you, curiously.

“More time to get to know you.” You shrug simply, but you know your intentions are anything but subtle.

He laughs softly. “I’d like that.”

As the carriage rumbles on through the night, you exchange stories and easy banter, only pausing occasionally to admire the scenic view out the window with him. You find it pleasantly surprising how comfortable you are next to him, how easy it is to sink into his touch when he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, how soothing his voice sounds when he tells you about his life. You were strangers mere moments ago, but now, now you felt like kindred spirits.

He admits to you that he’s into the practice of magic, and he braces himself for your reaction. You’re unsure if he expected you to burn him at the stake for witchcraft, dive from the carriage screaming, or whimper on the floor, begging him not to eat your heart. But you do none of those things. Instead, you smirk at him, and say, “Magic? So, something like this?” And you hold your hand up for him, a purple ball of fire manifesting itself in your palm.

He blinks. “You… you practice magic? You’re… a witch?”

“And you’re a wizard. So we’re two of a kind, I guess.”

He scratches his head and chuckles. “I guess we are. I was not expecting that, I’ll be honest. Pretty girl like you; now I know you can burn my hair right off my head if I’m not careful.”

You laugh. “Exactly, you better be careful I don’t turn you into a frog.” You tease, nudging his shoulder.

He scoffs, feigning offense, but he seems to be more relaxed with every discovered commonality the two of you share.

The two of you spend the next few moments showing each other your tricks, trying to outdo each other with the more impressive spell. He pulls a bouquet of flowers out of thin air for you, then you turn his flowers into chocolates and pop one in his mouth. When he licks his lips, you almost want to lick them for him.

At one point, you comment that you like one of his rings and he immediately takes it off and slides it on your pointer finger, telling you to keep it, telling you it’ll lead you to him if you ever so desire. He secretly hopes you’ll use the ring so much it breaks.

Then the carriage jostles as it rounds a corner and you find yourself in his arms again. You think he might kiss you. You think you might kiss him. But then the carriage pulls to a stop in front of your house, and you internally curse the ride for not being long enough. You think to yourself that you should’ve instructed the driver to go a couple more laps around your house before stopping, but it’s too late now. The dream has ended and reality has started to seep in.

“Well… this is my stop. I’ve instructed the driver to take you anywhere you’d like after I’m gone. It was… it was nice to meet you, Howl.” You pull yourself from his lap and disappear into the night, leaving him alone with nothing but his thoughts for company.

The next morning, your suitor does indeed fetch you. He takes you for a tour of the town, buying you anything your heart so desires. He doesn’t notice that no matter what he buys you, the ring on your pointer finger will always be your most prized possession.

Howl is having breakfast at a restaurant across the street and when you step out of a boutique in your newly purchased gown, he almost chokes on his tea. He’s not had more than a second to soak in the sight of you when your suitor steps out from behind you. Howl grips his cup tightly, knuckles turning white from the exertion. Then he notices your date kissing your hand before parting ways with you. He wants to burn the man’s lips off for daring to press them to your skin, but he thinks you’ll be long gone before he can speak to you again, so he makes the decision to quickly pay for his food and take off down the street after you.

You slip into an abandoned alley and he wonders where you could be going.

He hopes it’s somewhere safe, he’s nervous about the location. When he pokes his head around the corner, you’re leaning against a wall, waiting for him.

He sheepishly approaches you. “I gather you noticed me then?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “A tall man with bright blonde hair in a bright pink coat? Yeah. It was hard to miss you.”

He laughs. “Yeah, I suppose it would be.”

“I have to say, I’m surprised to see you again so soon after last night. I didn’t think I‘d ever see you again.”

Howl stills. The disappointment in his face is clear. If you hadn’t planned on seeing him ever again, then what was the point of all that chemistry? “And… and what if I wanted to see you more? What would you say to that?” He asks hesitantly.

“I’d say… that I’m supposed to be getting engaged soon and it might not be a good idea.” You say slowly.

He scoffs. “Oh, it’s not a good idea and that’s why you’re waiting for me, alone in an alley? You weren’t acting that way last night. What changed?”

You sigh. “Howl, you’ve a bit of a reputation, do you know that? All the noblewomen were fawning over you this morning at breakfast.”

He rolls his eyes. “And why do they matter when I’ve got you?”

“You’ve not got me, Howl. I’m not yours. I’m… supposed to be getting engaged.” You repeat, knowing you sound like a broken record.

Suddenly he pushes you up against the brick wall. “Don’t say that. Don’t say you’re not mine. Not until you’ve properly given me a chance.” His gaze is firm yet pleading.

You pull away from him. “Howl, last night was fun, but-”

He cuts you off, pulling you back by the wrist. “Last night was just fun? Last night was the best night I’ve had in my entire life and don’t tell me you didn’t feel the same. Don’t tell me you didn’t think about kissing me when you fell into my arms, because I thought about kissing you. Hell, I thought about kissing you the rest of the night after you left.”

You bite your lip. “So… why didn’t you?”

He scowls at you. “Because you’re ‘soon to be engaged’ or so you say. Which is complete bullshit by the way.”

“Howl…” You start again, unsure of what to say. “I’m the eldest daughter, I’m supposed to marry someone respectable.”

“So marry me. I’ll be respectable. I’ll be anything you want me to be, just let me be yours.”

You almost melt at his words. Almost. “Howl, we barely know each other, you can’t say you want to marry me.”

He rolls his eyes. “So? I know you enough to know I want you. Do you know the guy you were with?”

You look down. “He’s… a friend of a friend… of a friend.”

“So you barely know him too. So why can’t it be me? Why not marry me?”

“Because if I love you I might never stop loving you,” You snap. “And I’ve got a household to run, I can’t afford to be so careless, not when you could be running into some other woman’s arms behind my back.”

He pulls you closer to him. “So don’t stop loving me. I swear, I’ll never leave you. I’ll be useful to you. I’ll never even look at another woman. You use magic, you can just set my eyes on fire if I try to look at someone else.”

You laugh against his chest. “Oh, Howl. I’m not going to light your eyes on fire.”

He relaxes when he hears your laugh. “I know, I’m just offering. I’d offer anything to get you to stay. To get you to be mine.”

You sigh. “No other women right? Just me?”

He nods emphatically.

“And you’re going to spoil me rotten? So much that I forget I dumped my rich boyfriend?” You ask, half teasing.

He nods again. “I’ll give you the entire world on a silver platter, gold if you want it.”

“Well then, make it gold, and you can kiss me.”

“Done.” He whispers against your forehead. Then he trails kisses down your forehead to your nose. When he finally claims your lips, the kisses are passionate but gentle, like he doesn’t want to smother you with his love, but he also wants to reassure you his feelings are genuine.

When he’s finally done pressing the evidence of his affection for you against your lips, he pulls away to declare to you, “I know it’s only been a day that we’ve known each other, but I don’t want to go another day without you.”

And then your heart melts.

“Alright, love, alright. I’m yours. I’m all yours. But if you break my heart, remember I said I’d turn you into a frog.”

“I can live with that.”

And when he slides the ring off your pointer finger and nestles it around your ring finger, you swear you’re in love with him too.

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Author’s Note: yes, I’m aware it is super cheesy to do a whole “love at first sight, they’ve only known each other for a day thing” but hush, we ignore that for the sake of plot okay? We love Howl, anyone sane would fall for that man at first sight. And yall know I’m not into long fics, this was running way over and that was only from two days worth of content, can you imagine if I wrote their relationship over months? The ADHD in me cannot take the slow burn. We need the fast burn and we need it now. That is all.

[mxnaluv]

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. 

[strawberry-car]

Your howl fics are amazing!! I am so happy someone writes for Howl and Male and GN readers! :) Thank you so much.

Can I request a Howl x Male reader, where Howl is dealing with his own problems and is getting more annoyed by the minute, so when the reader comes to him with a small problem (like maybe they ran out of some magic ingredient idrk T~T), he just couldn't add a new problem to his list and snaps. He takes his anger out on the reader.

When this happens to me I usually snap, then go somewhere and come back home to sleep and forget about what I did when I snapped till the next day.

Maybe this can happen with Howl? Like the next day, when the reader is scared to talk to him he remembers what he did and comforts the reader.

Sorry if this is too long, I had ideas for Howl for so long but I can't write them out ;-; So you're like a miracle to me.

Take care <3

you are the sweetest anon ever. I can and will write this but it took a bit, sorry bout that. So here it is! Also, feel free to come to me with all your Howl x Male/gn Reader ideas I need stuff to fill my time anyways. I do apologize for this being so late I've been dealing with a lot of shit.

At the current moment, you were trying to make a potion that would help Howl recover less painfully after his little trips through space and time. That specific wizard was sitting at the table with his eyes closed and the bags under his eyes rather prominent.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth. You couldn't find a certain ingredient you needed and Markl was out. You'd have to ask Howl.

"Eh- Howl?" Your voice started quiet. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Uh, Y/n? Y/n, kid, you shouldn't do that!" Calcifer warned from the fireplace. "I don't know where the dried maple flowers are! And I doubt you know." You countered.

"Howl, sweetheart, I'm sorry but-" You just barely touched his shoulder when he jumped up. "Fuck off, Y/n!! Why do you have to be so fucking annoying?!" He yelled, his eyes full of rage.

You flinched back, eyes wide. You quickly left the room, leaving the ingredients by the fireplace. Abandoned. "Howl.." Calcifer sighed. They both looked after you with mixed emotions. "You don't deserve that boy. Never did."

~Next Day~~

The morning fell around and you woke with some difficulty. Your face was red from crying and you were glad that there was more than one bathroom in this castle.

You washed your face and listened carefully for any signs that anyone was around. None. You slipped from the tiles onto the wood and were met with the glittering eyes of Markl. "Hey, Uncle Y/n, I was wondering- Wait are you okay?" He asked.

You nodded. " 'Course. What's up?" He shook his head. "Nevermind. I'll be right back! I have to do something real quick." Markl ran off down the hall, his red hair floofing out a crazily.

You gave s small smile before turning around and being met with sapphire eyes. Your face fell and you suddenly felt scared. "Wait, Y/n, please don't go." The desperation in his voice startled you. You looked back up at him.

"Y/n.. Darling, I'm sorry. I really am." His voice was quiet, like you'd never heard it before. "..." He raised a gentle hand and brushed a stray lock of hair from in front of your eyes.

"I was just..." He seemed to be struggling with his words. "Angry. Frustrated. Overworked." You finished for him. Howl nodded slowly. "Forgive me?" His voice was no higher than a whisper now.

You thought for a moment, gently intertwining your fingers together. "Sure. But this is your one and only free pass. You kissed him softly, no more than a peck. "Do you still love me, at least?" You blinked. Then giggled. "Of course, you moron."

He swept you up in his arms before bringing you to bed. Howl buried his face in your chest and restricted most of your movement. You twirled a finger through his hair.

The door opened, just an inch. And a hand came through with a handmade craft. Markl placed his little gift on the dresser and left, thinking he was unseen completely. You chuckled. How darling.

~The End~

I hope this is to your standards, if not I apologize Again, I apologize for it being so late I've moved twice in the last year and moving schools is a pain in the ass. Doesn't do much mentally either.

[beesonhoneytoast]

𖤓•𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 •𖤓

» [Love In Slow Motion] «

0:27 ─〇───── 3:11 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

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.

[squishi-bunni]

"I'll always love you."

Howl x Reader Drabble

Hurt-Comfort

Reader has abandonment issues

"Love, what's wrong?"

"Are you going to leave me?" I ask.

His eyes widen at me. "What?"

I felt tears prick my eyes. "Are you going to leave me?" I repeat. "When I stop being interesting, are you going to toss me out? Will my true self repulse you?"

Howl grabs my shoulders firmly, forcing my eyes to meet his. His gaze is stern, but his eyes still have some softness.

"Even when I learn everything there is to know about you--every quirk, every flaw, everything you may for some reason hate about yourself--I will stay by your side."

For some reason, I broke into a fit of sobbing. I don't know why exactly, but at those words--words I've never heard from anyone before--everything I had been holding back broke through the damn I'd built.

Howl pulled me close, pressing my chest flush against his, and he gently caressed my face, wiping away the tears.

He held my cheeks like porcelain pots and made me look into his eyes. "I know you're used to being left behind, but I promise my love, I'll never leave you. No matter what, I'll always love you and always be yours."

There was nothing else I could do but smile into his hands. I held his face in the same way he held mine and said, "I'll always love you, too."

[hynnx22]

˚✧₊⁎ I will never leave ur side˚✧₊⁎

Warnings:none,fluff only

A/n: none

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･* ﾟ･*

The room was dark and silent, except for the soft rustling of the wind against the window. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your heart racing as you fought to steady your breathing. The nightmares had been relentless these past few nights, each one worse than the last. They always started the same: Howl, carefree and beautiful as always, wandering off with his confident, unbothered grin. But then, something would happen—a shadow would loom, danger would strike, and he wouldn’t return. You’d call his name, over and over, but only silence would answer.

Tonight, though, it felt too real. In the dream, you stood in a crumbling battlefield, your voice hoarse from screaming for him. The skies burned orange, the air thick with ash. You saw Howl in the distance, fighting off faceless foes with his magic, but then he turned to look at you—his vibrant blue eyes filled with pain—and collapsed. You couldn’t reach him. No matter how hard you ran, the ground seemed to fall away beneath your feet, pulling him further and further out of reach.

You woke with a jolt, your chest heaving as if you’d been running for miles. Cold sweat clung to your skin, and your hands trembled as you wiped at your face. For a moment, you couldn’t tell if you were still dreaming. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to move, taunting you with the lingering memory of the nightmare.

But then you felt it: the warmth of someone beside you.

You turned your head sharply, and there he was—Howl, his golden hair softly illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. He was sound asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful, his breathing steady. Relief flooded you, making you gasp audibly.

The sound must have woken him, because Howl’s eyes fluttered open, groggy at first but quickly sharpening as he noticed your distressed state. “Darling?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “What’s wrong?”

“I—I’m fine,” you stammered, but the tears pricking your eyes betrayed you.

He sat up, his hand gently brushing your damp hair away from your face. “No, you’re not,” he said firmly, his tone laced with concern. “Tell me what happened.”

You hesitated, your throat tightening as the memory of the nightmare clawed its way back into your mind. But Howl’s steady gaze, filled with warmth and patience, made it impossible to hold back. “I had a nightmare,” you whispered. “You were… you were in danger. I tried to help, but I couldn’t reach you. You didn’t come back, Howl.”

His expression softened, and he pulled you into his arms without hesitation. His embrace was warm and grounding, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your cheek. “Oh, love,” he murmured, his voice like a soothing melody. “I’m so sorry you felt that way.”

“It felt so real,” you said, your voice cracking. “You’re always out there, doing dangerous things, and I— Howl, I worry so much. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands framing your face gently. “Listen to me,” he said, his tone steady and sincere. “I know I can be reckless sometimes. I know I’m not the easiest person to love, with my magic and my stubbornness. But I promise you this: I will always come back to you. Always.”

His words made your heart ache, but in the best way. “How can you be so sure?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Because,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “there’s nothing in this world, or any other, that could keep me away from you. You are my home, my anchor. I would never leave your side willingly.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, but this time they were tears of relief. You leaned into him, letting his presence chase away the lingering shadows of your nightmare. Howl held you tightly, his fingers stroking your hair as he whispered comforting words, each one a vow etched into your heart.

Eventually, your breathing evened out, and sleep began to claim you once more. But this time, as you drifted off, you felt safe, knowing that Howl would be there when you woke. No matter the dangers he faced, no matter how far he wandered, he would always come back to you.

[blueflameart]

I’ve decided I’m no longer gonna post fix’s anymore and probably gonna focus on being a art blog and such 💀

[kenananamin]

Who's the better blonde?

Summary: Nanami gets jealous after hearing you talk about Howl Jenkins Pendragon so much. fluffy, jealous nanami, nanami x fem!reader, more fluff

It had been years since Nanami watched Howl's Moving Castle. You mentioned the Studio Ghibli Fest where your local theaters are showing different Studio Ghibli movies for the second half of the year and Nanami bought tickets to your favorite movie featuring a huge mechanical moving castle.

The movie started out great... until the character who's name is in the title appeared.

The whole car ride home, Nanami listens to you ramble about Howl. Howl this, Howl that, Howl treated Sophie like this, blah blah blah. Nanami has always loved listening to you speak, he thinks you fill his silence that he himself has never been able to fill. But he will admit, he can do without so much Howl specifically.

Nanami could not remember the last time he sulked so much. He hated to admit it, but he was sulking. Your girlfriend is thinking about another man. Maybe I should let my hair grow a bit. He's not that handsome, I look better... and older. Nanami can't help the invasive thoughts. He's not insecure about anything regarding you or the relationship, but if a man just like Howl existed, would he have a chance against him?

He parks and goes around the car to open your door. You step out and hold his arm as you always do when walking next to him. As soon as you hear Nanami close the front door, you latch yourself onto him and begin to kiss him to Nanami's surprise. You would often initiate kisses but he really needed this one and maybe you could tell?

He gently parts his lips and allows you to take the lead to begin this kiss. Well, it's not like Howl could ever do this or ever see you squirm because of him, Nanami thought. Nobody else can make you giggle or knows exactly how much honey you like in your tea. Nobody else sends you videos that make you fold in the loudest cackling that can sometimes sound like a yodel.

Nanami backs you up to the kitchen counter and lifts you up. He breaks the kiss and gently laughs, "Can I admit something ridiculous?"

You hum against his neck, not stopping your physical expressions of love and pulling him closer to you.

"I was slightly jealous..." he hesitates but continues, "over a fictional character and the effect Christian Bale's voice had on you throughout the movie."

You pepper soft kisses on Nanami's jaw and pull him down to kiss the tip of his nose. You wrap your legs around his waist and look him straight in his eyes, "You shouldn't be too worried," you move your lips to be an inch away from his and whisper, "you're the better blonde."

Nanami laughs and holds your face in his hands to whisper back, "That's my girl."

You giggle in response and Nanami knew he was right about being the only one to make you giggle that way.

Maybe I should get tickets for the next few movies too...

a/n: i LOVE nanami and i LOVE howl. it's like a battle of the blondes lol

[jupiter-esque]

Jealousy, Jealousy.

Note: I tried Smth new w howl, pls pls lmk if u like it cuz I was half asleep as I typed this out (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

He's jealous.

It was only a quick pitt stop at the Wizard Pendragon's shop (one of Howl's many aliases) that set it all off.

A calm morning for the Pendragon's moving household was set to start and the shop needed a bit of upkeep as customers were running dry. So with the creaky floorboards all swept up and Calcifer warned to not misbehave, the clock-like magical device that hung next to the door signalled with a resounding ding and a switch in colour indicating where the castle had teleported to.

There was a long day ahead but you couldn't be more pleased.

As the hours went on Howl worked in rhythm with you as tinkering laughter was heard throughout the shop and bubbling mixtures were stirred harmoniously in cauldrons. There was a calm air to your love as he flitted around you with hands briefly coming to couch and maybe even teasingly squeeze at your hips as he passed.

"Pass me the dandelion leaves ?", He asked while focusing on the lilac fluid seeping from the side of the potion bottle he was pouring into.

You nodded with a kiss atop his freshly midnight-dyed hair - courtesy of sweet Sophie, you know she didn't mean it but you couldn't thank her more for the darkened charcoal colour that had seeped into his golden locks- and off to the ingredients section you went muttering past bottles of all sorts.

Coming back empty handed with no dandelion leaves in sight you let your eyes wander to his sprawled out form in the chair by the fire, Howl only looked up and smiled a bit disappointedly before getting to his feet and tugging on his boots.

You could already see long black feathers creeping out his cloak, predicting his speedy mode of transport for the errand.

"I'll be back in a moment sweetheart, not to worry. Markle will take care of everything."

Knowing full well the small child would've dosed off by now as he'd left to play in the fields while you both worked, you were left to manage the quaint store while Howl flew out for after a dizzying kiss goodbye and mumbles of bringing you wildflowers to carefully twist into your hair.

Then and only then did a customer decide to come in.

He was a polite young man, easily flustered and a soldier of the royal palace you noted due to the bluish uniform donning his slightly hunched physique.

He was nervous.

You grinned trying to ignore his demeanour so that maybe the pink in his cheeks would lessen.

"Ma'am, the queen has requested for a simple sleep draught from the makings of your shop.", He coughed, "please." came soon quickly after he'd recollected himself and pulling at the yellowed buttons holding his vest together.

You hid your smile behind the worn glove that your sweet partner had embroidered a pathetic attempt of a small daisy onto which you very much cherished, it felt like you were talking to a mouse rather than a fully grown man.

"Why of course."

The man...boy even, settled into a lone seat to watch you set up, eventually gaining courage to invite you into bubbly conversation that you found very boring very fast hence weren't all too interested in so short sugared-up answers were all he received.

The 'banter' he thought he was receiving on your end was honestly faked curiousity.

It seemed he was quite dim. Too dim for your liking.

His puny attempts to indirectly flirt were unoriginal and simply unwelcome.

Just as you were starting up your potion with another lame probe on the topic of the weather about to leave the man's mouth, your beloved hurriedly came in. Cheerily he was chattering on about a bird he'd been able to fly up close to in in his bird-like form.

"Oh, you should have seen it's-", Howl interrupted himself to stare at the man sat atop the brass stool across your apothecary tabletop, "feathers?"

His demeanor immediately switched.

Gone was the gentle, patient magician you were so accustomed to. There stood an intimidating wizard and he oddly felt much taller, much more powerful than a split second ago.

This was the Howl Pendragon you'd only ever heard about through word of mouth, not the one that childishly insisted to cuddle up on your ill-fitted couch or cast silly spells to jokingly make your hair stick up in different directions.

No. This was a whole different feel of a person and it seemed like the magic was almost spilling out of him in waves, you could almost taste it's electric crackling force in the air.

He felt more confident, cocky, ready to rip into this poor man down to his basic self-worth.

You liked it.

His lips twitched.

"Darling, who is this?"

Howl's voice was always deep and smooth as silk, just as it was right now, yet you were no fool and could pick up on the the roughened edges of his tone.

But it seemed like the young soldier took no notice of the emotional state of the suddenly very upset wizard in his presence. He only turning around to bow deeply in respect while stuttering out a greeting and an explanation of his presence.

Howl only had a curt nod to give as a reply and you could tell he wasn't very ecstatic have a new face in here.

If he could roll his eyes at the 'competition', they'd roll all the way to the back of his head to see his brain.

The next few minutes were tense as he only grinned tightly and came to your side to place a very domineering palm on your corseted waist pulling you in closer to his warm body, sending a clear message.

"I'm sure you've got this one little potion down love?", He said with his eyes sharply glancing to the young man that had very clearly receded back into his shell at this point.

Howl didn't even need to say a word, didn't even need to properly look at the guard for him to metaphorically back away. But of course he had to ensure he got his point across, so what else could he do but dip down to deeply kiss your lips, he was only seconds away from basically pushing his tounge into your mouth if you didn't stop his dramatic live-performance.

Nodding satisfied with himself, you huffed whispering 'show off' while he stepped back to tend to his dandelion-leaf-less potion.

You couldn't even look up at the barstool your customer sat on anymore with the intense blush covering your face and you could only imagine the agony of embarrassment he was going through.

With the potion sealed up and a-way-over-the-actual-price bag of coins thrown at the counter, he promptly escaped out the door not even bothering to check for any change.

Shrugging you turned back to glare at Howl who was innocently blinking into space.

"Was the last part really necessary."

He slowly smirked, tendrils of his magic swirling past your shoulders.

"Whatever do you mean?"

You quickly found yourself within his grasp, pressing kisses to your knuckles as an apology.

You knew he wasn't sorry at all.

Loud laughter could be heard from a distance as Calcifer moved the castle along to wherever your hearts desired.

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[manias-wordcount]

Hey!!! I was wondering if we could get some howl pendragon fluff? Maybe reader and howl showing a more parental side towards Markl? I will always live for a family dynamic haha!

Three's Company (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 "𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗱" 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 (𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗟𝗢𝗟)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Howl likes it dim and stormy and cool. Markl likes it bright and sunny and hot. So you comprise and suggest that the picnic takes place on a day with just enough cold and a nice, cooling breeze to help beat the summer’s heat. 

  As always, your boys agree.

  Of course, there are some grumbles and some sly words here and there, trying to convince you to change your mind. As you’re leaning over Calcifer, trying to pan-fry some of the meat for the sandwiches, Markl pulls a chair up beside you under the guise of wanting to help. Of course, he can’t do without a sample of your cooking. And he can’t do without whispering in your ear that he thinks Howl could use some more sun. Naturally, you sent Markl always with a playful roll of your eyes as you told him to fetch a basket from the closet. 

  As he scampers away, Howl takes no time sliding up to you and wrapping his arms around your torso as he leans into you. He tries oh-so-very hard to be sly as he presses small kisses to below your ear, and reminisces about the times the two of you would spend napping in the sunroom as the castle travels across miles and miles of grass fields being doused in heavy rain. He tries even harder to entice you with a plan that involved moved the castle to somewhere with least a light rain storm and hosting the picnic indoors as you watch a storm roll by.

  You just tutted and sent him to help Markl find the picnic basket instead. 

  With that, it doesn’t take you too long to finish up. Especially since Calcifer is starting to like the idea of getting a couple of lazy hours to himself once the three of you go on your outing. As you make the sandwiches and package up the little side dishes that Howl made earlier, you hear the two of them bickering with each other. Although Howl seems to be holding his own against the young boy, it still has you hiding your giggles as struggling to pack away the plates and utensils as you hear Howl argue about how nobody ever wants to do anything outside with him in the rain. 

  To his credit, he’s right. But you can worry about that later.

  Because soon enough, you’re done with preparing the food, and you’re calling for your boys to come back. Markl comes sprinting back with the basket in hand, hoping to get you first as a last-minute resort to get you to tell Calcifer that the castle should be moved someplace “just a little sunnier! Please, please, pleaseee!” Howl comes in not too long afterward, but it’s just enough time to see you patting a pouting Markl’s head as the last of the sandwiches a couple of pieces of fruit fitted into the picnic basket. 

  For a moment Howl looks hopeful. As if he has a chance to get you to change your mind and break their tie in his favor. But at the sight of you passing the picnic basket into his hands as you reach for a light shawl to cover your exposed arms, that look of hope becomes quickly dashed.

  But then you turn to your boys. They’re nice and cleaned up in clothes you know they can afford to get grass stains on. The look on their faces are just a little sour, but Howl is still cradling the picnic basket very, very carefully and Markl is doing his best to hold onto the picnic blanket he found, along with the couple of bottles of juice he has tucked under his arm. You give them a warm look and you smile nice and big and bright.

  “Well?” You tilt your head to the side, a teasing lilt to your voice as your eyes jump back and forth between their gazes. “Any more objections? Or shall we enjoy the day?”

  At that, both boys' cheeks start to redden. Markl looks away quickly, his pout growing ever so slightly more, but he finally relents and says he guesses he doesn’t mind if there are some clouds in the sky- so long as it’s not cool to play in the river, of course. On the other hand, the ever-so-collected Howl looks a bit embarrassed now that you’re joking about the two of them and their little tantrums. But he owns the blush adorning his face by meeting your eyes and offering out a hand. 

  “Thank you, my starlight,” He tells you, his sincere and gentle voice filling the room. It’s so honest and so earnest that you’re taken for a surprise just a teensy bit, before reaching out and placing your hand in his- an even bigger smile now spreading across your lips. “For planning this. For all that you do.”

  “Yeah, thanks a bunch!” Markl is quick to follow behind Howl with his own expressions of gratitude. Although he can’t take your hand and help you down the stairs like Howl is (despite you telling Howl that he really doesn’t need to be doing this when you’re not even carrying anything), Markl offers up a look of excitement and appreciation so sweet and so pure, you completely forgot about how sneaky and sly he was trying to be earlier. Well, almost forgot. You’ll have to get on Calcifer for teaching Markl about all that later… “The food looks really good, so thanks for that too!”

  With that, the three of you head to the door and step out of the castle. Calcifer calls a promise over Howl’s shoulder that he’ll look after the place, while you have to step further into the field of grass and flowers the castle is in to tell Markl to be careful as he runs off. But then you hear his laughter- the carefree laughter of a child. Of the boy you consider to be your son. And you let out a laugh too. It’s a tiny one. But it’s light, and it’s carefree. And it’s quickly joined in by Howl as he leads you to where Markl chose a spot to set up the picnic blanket. 

  The day is spent laughing. How many seconds? How many minutes? How many hours? You aren’t sure. But the day is spent without pouts on faces and complaints about the weathering being too much of this or too much of that. The day is spent telling stories and sharing jokes. It’s spent watching Howl point at different plants and quizzing Makl about what he knows. It’s spent with your point at your favorite clouds and your boy's guesses at the shapes that you do or don’t see. It’s spent with each other.

  And that’s all that matters, truly

    Though at some point, when you’re cuddled up to Howl, you whisper to him. It’s after all the food is gone. After Markl had kicked off his shoes and waded into the stream to look for nice rocks and tiny little fishies swimming along. It was after the two of them had agreed that today was the perfect day to waste with each other in complete and utter happiness. But it’s only after that- only after your bellies, and nice and full, and the cool breeze is starting to make you a bit too sleepy to do anything but curl right next to Howl and hold him that you whisper to him. Whisper how you promise you’ll do something with him outside the next time it rains.

  He thinks for a moment, letting the wind pass you both by as a slow-moving cloud moves out of the way to spread its sunrays across your skin. He thinks, and he thinks, and he thinks. And just when you think that you’ve stumped him or he must not have heard you, he opens his mouth once more.

  “I’d like to go dancing one day.” He says finally. His voice is quiet, but it feels so warm and so sweet and so safe that you swear that alone could lull you to sleep. “I’d like to go dancing with you one day in the rain.”

  You smile at him for the umpteenth time that day. You look him in the eyes, and you smile at him, and only for him, and only because of him.

  “Okay,” You promise him, the words barely passing through your lips like the wisp of a pretty breeze, hoping to take your voice far and wide. “I’d like that.”

  And your Howl…your wonderful, beautiful, glorious Howl? He smiles back at you. Gently. Sweetly. Looking forever more and more like the very person you fell in love with so, so long ago as his hair sways slowly and his bright blue eyes bore into yours. Telling you how much he loves you. Cares for you. Adores you. All with his gaze. All while your eyes? Well…

  “Thank you, my starlight.”

  Would it be so surprising if you said they were doing the same?

[kuromi-kun]

Howl x Reader headcanons

I have returned! I was really busy and stuff but here I am!

Character: Howl Pendragon/Jenkins

Type: Fluff

Rating: Teen

Food headcanons

Howl can’t cook. Last time he tried he burnt his hand making bacon.

Howl loves when you make something for him while he is working.

He always is nuzzling into your neck while you cook if it’s breakfast because he’s tired.

You and Markal always make lunch and leave it out for him.

When howl comes back from flying, he always finds himself asking you to cook something minor for him.

Sleeping Headcanons

Howl is a HUGE cuddle bug.

Howl is a little spoon when’s he’s tired but whenever it’s normal cuddling he likes to hold you.

He always smells like roses and nutmeg.

He steals the covers while you guys sleep a lot.

Markal when he can’t sleep comes in and cuddles with you guys like he would with his parents.

Waking up Howl is a gamble. It’s either he cuddly and sleepy or he is gonna kill your family for waking him up.

Date Headcanons

Howl loves taking you to the flower garden.

He likes to make flower crowns while you draw the flowers.

He loves to do picnics. Stay at home dates include minor stuff like cuddling and reading or bathing together.

Howl loves when you guys go shopping together as a tiny date.

Authors note:

that’s all I have right now because I’m exhausted due to just getting braces but I hope you enjoyed!

-Fanfic made by Kuromi Kun

[slytherinshua]

CHARMED

genre. soobin as howl. obv studio ghibli inspired. fluff. warnings. soobin flirting. kissing. pairing. howl!soobin x fem!reader. wc. 1.3k. a/n. so this is the first fic of a hopeful series of 'txt as studio ghibli characters'!! other members coming soon!!

“There you are, sweetheart. Sorry I’m late, I was looking everywhere for you.”

You jumped slightly as a tall man with blond hair wrapped one arm around you, pulling you to his side. You stayed silent until the guards who were once interrogating you left and then pushed yourself away.

“Who are you?!” You asked defensively, ready to use your umbrella as a weapon. The man just chuckled, and pushed your umbrella aside gently.

“I’m not going to hurt you, darling.” He smiled gently.

“Who are you?” You asked again, relaxing a bit but still taking a step back, not fully trusting the man who stood in front of you.

“Some people know me as a Wizard Howl or Sorcerer Jenkins, but you… You can call me Soobin.” He said finally, a charismatic smile ever-present on his face.

“Alright, Soobin.” You said hesitantly, testing out the name and finding that you quite liked saying it. Soobin. “What do you want with me?” You held back on asking why he had called you sweetheart and darling. At first you thought it was for show with the guards, but the more you looked at him, the more you thought it must have been intentional.

“‘What do I want with you?’ I hadn’t thought that far, to be honest. Even being able to find you seems to be a miracle.” He laughed, dimples forming on his cheeks and eyes crinkling. He had you mesmerised. “But now that you’re here in front of me, I think I should treat you to lunch, Y/n.”

“How do you know my name-?” Your question seemed to be swept up with the wind. Soobin didn’t take much note of it, only wrapping his arm around you again and walking you slowly out of the alleyway. 

You were beyond puzzled, but he was a wizard after all. Maybe he could read your mind and that’s how he knew your name without you ever mentioning it. You quickly shook your head at the thought, flustering yourself. If he really could read your mind then he must know what you were thinking at this very moment… which was something more along the lines of contemplating how he could possibly be so charming.

“Don’t get too flustered over me, sweetheart. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” He said teasingly, offering out his hand to you. You took it without a second thought, blush enveloping your cheeks and nervous thoughts entering your brain— all just because this gorgeous man was flirting with you.

“Hold on tight.” He whispered, and you clung to his arm as securely as you could. He jumped up, the air whooshing through his long hair and blowing the skirt of your dress. Soobin instructed you to straighten your legs and walk, and suddenly you were walking through the air, Soobin guiding you the entire time, making sure you felt safe.

You got used to it quickly. You looked up at him and he smiled charmingly at you. You felt as if your heart jumped out of your chest, trying to get closer to him. Was this what falling in love at first sight was like? Nonsense, Y/n, that only happens in fairy tales. 

He brought you to a quaint bakery and found seating outside. He ordered for both of you, still managing to keep you staring at him in awe over everything he did. 

You asked him about himself and he was more than willing to answer your questions. As he talked, his eyes never left yours. They shimmered in the light, and you could feel yourself falling deeper into the trance that he seemed to put you under.

“Soobin…” You said after a pause in the conversation.

“What is it, darling?” He offered you a smile and it put you at ease.

“I’m falling in love with you…” You admitted in one breath, heart racing again.

//

Your eyes fell closed and a yawn escaped your mouth as you lay amongst the pink flowers. You thought for a second that you should have told Soobin you were going to be out here. He would probably be looking for you once he got back from his outing. If you fell asleep here and he couldn’t find you, he might get worried. 

You hoped he was aware enough of your habits to look at the front door and see that the dial was still set to pink: the one for the garden. If he wasn’t, you were sure that you would have to comfort a stressed-out Soobin later, listening to him go on about how he thought you had died or somehow disappeared.

You enjoyed going out to Market Chipping on errands and visiting Martha at the bakery or Sophie at her spectacular hats and clothes shop. And whenever you were bored, you were known to send letters to Lettie to hear about her budding romance with her mentor, Wizard Suliman. But most of all, you preferred to spend your time in the garden. Soobin had given it to you as a present, after all.

You couldn’t manage to stay awake for any longer and you eventually drifted off into a pleasant dreamland where Soobin seemed to frequent your thoughts. You were sure Soobin had something to do with that. Using his magic to make sure you only dreamed of him seemed like something he would definitely do. He got jealous and insecure often. Not that you minded, of course.

You woke up to soft kisses on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw Soobin smiling down at you. You smiled back, realising your head was resting comfortably on his lap and a blanket covered your legs. He must have moved some things while you were sleeping.

“Hello, love.” You murmured.

“Hello, darling.” He echoed back, pressing another kiss to your face.

“When did you get back? I thought visiting the other wizards would take a long time.” You said sleepily.

“I wish there was a magic spell to make me extroverted, but unless I invent it, it does not exist… Needless to say, there were about fifty other wizards there and they all seemed so eager to talk to me.”

“So you left even though they wanted to talk to you?” You questioned with an amused smile. Soobin nodded proudly, admitting to his actions with no shame.

“I pretended that I was sick and was going to throw up, so everyone urged me to hurry home. I merely followed their suggestion.” He reasoned and you scoffed.

“You’re too introverted for your own good. All you do is stay with me every day. Don’t you think you’ll get tired of me one day?”

Soobin’s brows crashed and his head tilted in a puzzled way, “Me get tired of you?” He repeated and you nodded. The silence lingered in the air for a few seconds and all you heard was his soft breathing. 

“I will never get tired of you. I didn’t get tired of you before, and I won’t now either.” He stated firmly. You sat up and faced him. Your hair fell in your face because of the gentle breeze, but Soobin pushed it back immediately. All his actions towards you were gentle and soft, as if you were one of his delicate magical artifacts and if he held you too harshly you would break.

“Never getting tired of you…” He whispered again, face leaning towards yours slowly, eyelids falling shut. 

You met his lips halfway, savouring the butterflies dancing in your stomach at his every touch and the way his lips seemed to fit perfectly with yours. With his sincere confession that he would never get sick of you, you were even more sure that you would happily spend the rest of eternity with him.

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