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.”
:))))
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Tails on werewolves in folklore were a sign of their inhumanity: a man becoming a beast. Today, many on the internet today unfortunately find tails cute, so I understand a horror werewolf missing a tail. But behold the back end of this The Howling werewolf statue. Kinda hilarious
Sidebar, btw, in folklore, werewolves did have tails and witches didn't. It was an important distinction by the late Middle Ages and Early Modern Period. I have a post about it here, with sources: https://maverickwerewolf.com/werewolf-facts/werewolves-have-tails/ (pardon my occasional ranting; I was younger when I wrote this)
Just some werewolf thoughts.
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