Sophowl Oneshots/Preferences/Headcanons

Making up is easy to do (sometimes)

Plot; Cuddling/kissing ft some angst. Requested by killuasimp000000

Warnings: this may be short and somewhat ooc as I'm rusty with writing these characters. So I hope it's still enjoyable. Also, I'm sorry it took so long to get this up.

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   Let it be known that Howl was still very much a coward at his core. Which he doubted was ever going to change and he was just fine with that. But this time, it hadn't been a threat or anything overly dangerous that had caused him to practically vanish out the door.

It was a stupid, stupid argument with his wife that had somehow spiralled out of control. He wasn't sure why it had and he couldn't even remember what it was about. Especially not now. Which was just more proof that it was absolutely inane.

But he'd felt like he'd had to get away. Not forever. Not for as long as he'd been out, but because he was worried one of them would end up saying something irreversible. Mostly himself.

Howl, though a coward, did not have a very pleasant disposition when angry and he knew for a fact that he could very well hurt Sophie with what he could say very easily. Especially now that she still struggled with her newfound confidence.

Now, however, he was scared for entirely different reasons. He'd been gone far too long and he feared that she may start to take this absence the wrong way.

So here he was, hauling ass back to their shared home. He opened the door with some force, but was thankful that he'd managed to keep it relatively quiet. He really wasn't in the right mood to be dealing with Calcifer or Markle.

Nevertheless, he was still surprised as the door closed. Howl found himself greeted by Sophie. The woman was wide awake, cheeks tear stained and dressed as if she were about to go out.

"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Howl breathed, the words stilted on his tongue but so incredibly genuine that it surprised him.

It was understandable. He'd never had to apologize before, not out loud at least.

He was further surprised by Sophie throwing herself into him, her arms wrapping around him and holding tightly.

A relieved, yet shuddering sigh left him. Howl carefully wrapped one arm around her waist and his free hand slid into her beautiful silver-colored hair.

Sophie leaned up and pressed her lips against his, the kiss something he quickly returned.

They lingered in the doorway for a bit before Sophie reluctantly pulled away, her smaller hand slipping into his.

She pulled him towards their shared bedroom and he followed.

He knew Sophie would make him talk about it with her in the morning and he resolved to stay put for it.

But all that mattered tonight was getting sophie in his arms and keeping her close.

Which he did, only letting her go as far as kicking her shoes off. He grabbed her hand and flopped into the bed with her.

Under any other circumstances, Sophie might scold him for such an action, playfully or otherwise.

But tonight, she simply wormed her way into his arms, nuzzling against his chest.

A content sign slipped past his lips and he buried his face in her hair, holding his own personal starlight as tight as he could manage without making her uncomfortable.