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The Boar Hat was bustling with customers. Despite the fact that everybody was exhausted from working on rebuilding Liones, cheers and laughter (and the barfing sounds of the naive ones who didn’t yet know the extent of Meliodas’s cooking) filled the room as the residents of Liones tried to sneak a peak at the former wanted - now celebrated as heroes - group, the Seven Deadly Sins.

Amongst them walked the Serpent’s Sin Diane, wearing the bar’s distinguished uniform while serving the tables. She met the customers’ admiring glances with a gleeful smile, but her own mind was drifting off as she went over the events of late, reminiscing the sweet scent of osmanthus that sparked her memories. Because of the boisterous noise and her own distracting thoughts, she didn’t notice her biggest admirer waving casually to get her – of course only… friendly (coughs) - attention. The poor lad was ignored for a good time, until a customer next to him decided to make an ungraceful mess on the floor (and on his boots), and Diane spun around to face him.

“I’m sorry, let me clean that up for you…”

Her eyes filled with instant recognition upon seeing his face. “Ah, Howzer!”

He grimaced queasily. Frankly, he looked on the edge of throwing up himself.

Man, what an impression to make. No cute girl wanted anything to do with a guy who had puke all over his shoes. Howzer shot a dirty look at the sick drunkard from the very corner of his eye -- the idiot might’ve messed up his best shot to get her attention without King butting in.

Then again . . . technically Diane was paying attention to him now. Maybe the situation could be saved after all!

“Hey.”

Howzer manfully swallowed down his disgust and conjured up a halfway-embarrassed grin. He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head bashfully, as though the vomiting were more a mild social faux-pas than a gross disaster.

“Not a very pretty situation, is it? Any chance you could hook me up with a towel or something from the back to clean up?”

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More howzer headcanons? I really enjoy howzer headcanons

He isn’t particularly fond of other people's children, but he knows that he would like two or three of his own some day – preferably a mix of genders, and at least one future Holy Knight in the group!

Also he smells kind of like green apples.

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roommate au sentence meme

“Let’s go to Ikea.” “Its your turn to do laundry.” “The garbage disposal broke.” “My beta fish died. Console me.” “Why are you naked in the kitchen?” “That sounds like a terrible idea… I’m in.” “I ruined our last good frying pan. My bad.” “Can we camp out in the living room tonight?” “I gave you money to buy groceries, not junk!” “I’ll cook dinner tonight if you do the shopping.” “Your clothes always look so much cuter on me.” “How is the fridge completely empty? What did you do?” “Why do you always insist on using MY toothbrush? You have your own.” “Please stop bringing home animals. We cant afford to take care of them.” “Some beer would go great with this sorrow you’re feeling. I’ll be right back.” “Rule thirty: if you’re gonna bring someone home for sex, let the other person know.” “Stop leaving the door open when you shit. Are you trying to blow up the entire house?” “Do you wanna get high and watch stand-up tonight? I renewed our Netflix account.” “When was the last time we cleaned out the fridge? It smells like something died in there.”

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A day or two into the capitol’s Founding Festival, everyone who frequented Meliodas’ weird little tavern was exhausted. Howzer and other Holy Knights were tired from all the work of rebuilding (and as much as it chafed him to miss the drinking and fireworks, he was glad to be helping), and the Seven Deadly Sins from being celebrated. If they’d been famous ten years ago, then infamous more recently, now some people almost worshiped them. Everybody loved a good redemption story.

Howzer was a big fan of the Seven Deadly Sins as well, though not so much because they saved the kingdom. Mostly he really really… er– appreciated one Sin in particular. The opportunity to interact with said Sin had as much to do with the amount of time he spent at the Boar Hat as hanging out around Gilthunder did.

          “Hey, uh… Yo Diane!” 

He waved at her across the tavern’s dining room. She was normal human size, like she’d been when he first saw her (and gotten his ass kicked by her). Hopefully he’d been loud enough to catch her attention over the hubbub of the evening bar crowd.

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“Don’t wanna. Besides, odds are the place would be even more of a mess than it was at the start.” somehow everything always had a high chance of turning horribly wrong if the Sins were involved, throwing a magic weapon in the mess didn’t really look like the wisest idea.

“Okay, fine, but could you at least find something better to do than bug me?” He would turn to the side and add in a quiet mutter, but not so quiet that the fairy wouldn’t hear his words-- “Maybe you’d have a better shot with Diane if you weren’t such a pain.”

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I’ve decided Howzer needs a girlfriend

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“And if I had the answers I’d have written them outSo I could tell you what to do and what this thing is aboutBut all I’ve ever learned comes second-handAnd I dare not preach what I don’t understand”- Make A Move by Icon for Hire

“Elizabeth, they’re coming to arrest you and your family!”

They ran and ran hard. They were kids, just kids, dammit, and they were fleeing from their own kingdom’s army. She would be hunted when they found out she had gone. If they ever knew Howzer helped her escape the Holy Knights, he would be a traitor.

But none of that mattered.

When the two Grand Masters started ordering Knights to action, the pair of them realized pretty quickly that those actions looked a lot like preparation for war. Elizabeth had been worried… and Howzer brushed her off when she voiced her concerns to him. He put so much faith in the Grand Masters and completely ignored the girl he swore to protect. Then it turned out she was right all along.

So he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of bed and sprinted down the hall with her, taking her ways the Knights wouldn’t go and praying none of the other Apprentice Holy Knights would notice he’d disappeared.

The halls cooled more and more as they descended new flights of stairs, and then the air chilled further as he kicked open a door to the gardens. Chill and dampness would coat both pairs of feet as they darted across the grass, and then all of a sudden the two of them were huddled against the hedges. An arm’s length away from the princess lay a gap in the leaves and branches. In the past, when they were children, they made it to slip away from the attendants so they could play outside the castle. Tonight, Elizabeth would use it to flee.

Howzer bundled her into a hug. He tried his best to stifle his breathing, so she wouldn’t know how exhausting the run had been for him. Holy Knight apprentices were supposed to be tough and have endurance like horses, after all. That, and he did not want the princess to know that he felt afraid.

“You gotta go. Remember our plan, right? Find the Seven Deadly Sins.” They’d planned this in advance, not really thinking they’d actually have to be the ones to stop it all. “They’re bad people, but they can help.”

He could hear the clatter of armor and shouts of the knights looking for her, but he’d wait until she nodded into his shoulder and dried her tears with her sleeves.

Then he would nudge her to the hole. He would give her a little shove to get through. He would walk back to the castle, pretend he never saw her leave, and join the ranks of the men trying to hunt her down. And all the while, he would pray, pray to all the deities he’d ever heard anyone mention, that his precious friend would be safe.

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Howzer really super duper struggles with validation. Neither of his parents approved of his choice to become a Holy Knight, especially his father (Raizer). Throughout training and into adulthood Razier has heckled his son about his career and perceived laziness.

Thus, Howzer’s vanity and boastfulness are not symptoms of arrogance but of insecurity. If he can make himself look good in the eyes of others, then he looks good to himself.

A byproduct of his validation complex is that Howzer deeply, deeply values the people whose acceptance and support of him he feels is unconditional. At the top of that list are Dreyfus and Gilthunder.

Dreyfus is his primary paternal figure. Unlike Razier, Dreyfus supported Howzer’s desire to be a Holy Knight and even took it upon himself to train him. He continued to serve as a mentor to Howzer, instilling in him the idea that a person’s value lies in their integrity. This ideology is even more powerful than validation in Howzer’s mentality – the only time he’ll risk disapproval is when a principle is at stake.

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kingarthurpendragon

“Yeah!”

Looking at the ale somewhat longingly; he wanted to try it. Was just a sip so bad? Ripping his gaze away as he was questioned, he gulped and nodded, flexing his right arm and wincing a bit.

“Yeah! It just hurts a little bit, but that’s to be expected. I mean, it’s not every day you fall off a roof trying to catch a flying fruit tart…”

It wasn’t even a good fruit tart, either.

“No kidding.... did you guys ever figure out what that was all about?”

The oddness of the situation normally would’ve sent him into fits of roaring laughter. But a lot more happened in those fifteen seconds than he could manage to process. 

“I figured Lady Merlin would probably have some ideas, but I haven’t bothered to ask about it yet.”

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triadfaes

“Nope, there is not that much business in the Boar Hat today.” which meant more time to keep Howzer as far away as possible from Diane. And annoying him too. That was entertaining, somehow.

“I’m sure they could use your big... bear thing to help with the cleanup.” He knew it was a Sacred Treasure, but its ability to be a pillow and a massive stuffed animal seriously threw him off.

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“Are you sure you mean friends?” for some unknown reason, he didn’t quite believe Howzer. Better be safe rather than sorry, right?

Alright, now King was starting to get annoying. “Are you sure you don’t have some of your own business to mind?”

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Howzer didn’t have much interest in crossing Merlin either. If Arthur thought she would want him to refrain, then Howzer was not about to be the one giving him drinks.

“Alright, fair enough. You healing up alright?”

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Hearing his name being called, Arthur snapped out of thought and turned to face the seemingly inebriated knight with a sheepish grin.

“A drink?”

“Not yet, I’m afraid. I’m only 16, and Merlin says that I’m too young…” He didn’t feel like he was too young, though. But he wasn’t one to question the sorceress’s policies. She did so much for him; he didn’t want to disappoint her. Even if he was incredibly curious.

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goatsin

Ah. So he had interpreted the poem incorrectly.

Howzer’s display of shock was quite perplexing. It was true that bringing up children before marriage or any type of relationship seemed quite strange. But Gowther had read books involving poems more sexual than Howzer’s; he’d assumed this was common in displays of human affection. And if Howzer was attempting to win Diane’s affection, why had the suggestion made him uncomfortable?

“So the poem was not intended to be about having children? Then why did you say she was the ‘mother of your child’? Does your poem contain a hidden meaning that I failed to understand?”

“It’s... metaphor.” He guessed it was, at least. Literary terms weren’t a priority for his education.

Howzer lifted the page back to his face and squinted at the lines, as if giving them a dirty look would make them reveal their meaning to him. Poetry was even less his strong suit than words in general. As he’d told Gowther before, this was Meliodas and Escanor’s idea, not his own.

“I guess poems don’t really have to mean anything, do they? They just have to sound nice... How did Sir Escanor put it? Something about lyrics of the passions of the heart.”

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                                              Written by: Julian

“A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, 

                                                   than in the beginning of danger.”

                                        HOME     l     RULES    

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Because you’re a stubborn little bastard freaking out for no good reason. King was strange.

“I don’t know, you’re probably insecure. People are allowed to be friends.”

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“Yeeeeah, how comes I don’t believe you?” truth or not, the less time he would spend near Diane the better. The fairy was still very bitter. Like, VERY bitter.

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A strange sort of choking noise escaped the knight’s constricted throat. With his eyes glazed over and neck halfway retracted into his clavicle, Howzer appeared to have done his best to completely check out of the situation. Gowther stunned him on a level previously unobserved among all of humankind.

It did not take long for him to recover, and his attitude abruptly changed.

“Father her children?! What?! I didn’t say anything like that!” His flushed cheeks, the sweat beading upon his brow, and the complete disregard of his hairstyle as he flapped his hands around displayed his embarrassment fully. 

“There’s nothing sexual about it!”

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“Diane is not usually present when Escanor reads his poems aloud, so I am not certain if she enjoys poetry. However, I have read many novels where humans successfully win their loved one’s affection by writing them poetry, so I conclude that Diane appreciating your poem is quite likely.”

As for Howzer’s poem itself…its purpose was much less clear than any of Escanor’s descriptive poems about Merlin’s beauty. Gowther was unsure if that was a positive quality; he decided to clarify whether he had interpreted this poem accurately, in order to properly evaluate it.

“You are saying you wish to father her children, correct?”