One day, I’ll build a castle that walks. Then no one can nag me about settling down.

|| semi-canon!pre-Sophie

Before Sophie Hatter stormed into his life, before the castle walked on metallic legs, and before he became the infamous Wizard Pendragon, there was simply Howell Jenkins—a young man too clever for his own good, too charming for anyone else’s, and too cowardly to admit he was in over his head.

In the rain-slicked streets of Wales, young Howell dreamed of magic. When he stumbled into the kingdom of Ingary, he found it—along with a sharp-tongued sorceress named Mrs. Pentstemmon, who saw through his laziness to the raw talent beneath. Under her tutelage, he became Howl: a golden-haired enchanter with a smile like a knife and a habit of vanishing when things got difficult.

But war with Strangia looms, and for the first time, Howl’s tricks aren’t enough. The king demands his service, the fire demon in his hearth whispers temptations, and the people he’s spent years dazzling begin to see the fear behind the glitter.

Trapped between his own selfishness and the growing weight of responsibility, Howl must decide—will he keep running, or will he finally face the consequences of his magic?

Sing me that lullaby again. The Welsh one. No, I’m not soft—it’s for research.

Statistics

AFFECTION MANIFESTATION: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

STORYTELLING:✒️✒️✒️✒️✒️

TOXICITY: Coward manchild.

TW:

war

ptsd

ghosting / relationships avoidance

discord party