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toh-tagteam-au · 1 year

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Tag Team Au Synopsis – Sense and Insensitivity + Adventures in the Elements + The First Day

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Previous Part [Something Ventured + Escape of the Palisman]

Next Part [Really Small Problems + Understanding Willow]

SURPRISE y'all get THREE episodes today. These aren't really filler, exactly, but they're pretty quick to get through.

Sense and Insensitivity

Eda asks Hunter to watch King for the weekend while she looks for the Bloom of Eternal Youth. Hunter says he can’t, since he’s completely swamped with work (he needs to be seen with Luz all weekend due to the utter failure of the palisman mission).

(it's the Golden Guard Urge to help parental figures who are suffering)

Hunter then suggests that the Golden Guard could watch King, and Eda IMMEDIATELY disagrees.

Hunter then says that he’ll cancel his plans and watch King – he really wants Eda to find the Bloom of eternal youth, his worry for Belos bleeding into his worry for Eda. Eda tentatively agrees.

Then Hunter privately asks King if he’d be okay being watched by him and his sister when they’re on-duty (remember that King knows Hunter and Luz are the GGs), and King has his doubts since Eda made it pretty clear she wasn’t okay with it. Hunter sees it as a win-win, though, and convinces King to go along with it.

So, Hunter picks up King, gets into his GG uniform, and they meet up with Luz. Who is EXCITED.

Luz's eyebags are becoming more and more permanent, just as a side note. She's been working harder to cover for Hunter and make sure Belos doesn't notice they haven't actually been together 24/7.

Anyway, they go around doing Golden Guard stuff with King, who gets a little scout mask and a cape for the day. King gets to see them do their job, and this is mainly a montage of seeing Luz do her Good Cop thing.

Didn’t have this section written out, but at some point during shenanigans they run into Eda. Eda sees King with the GGs, and immediately goes on the attack against Hunter, who cannot speak due to the fact Eda will recognize his voice.

At some point Luz shows her compassion for King:

And Eda softens up slightly.

(This reveals that Eda and King have privately talked about worrying over what to tell Hunter in terms of Wild Magic, since he works for the EC.)

Luz tells Eda that they think the Emperor is cursed, like her.

So Eda is now in the know (in terms of Belos being “cursed.” She still doesn’t know Hunter is a GG [although she has suspicions]). She agrees to help Hunter learn more wild magic, not because she wants to help the emperor, but because she wants to help Hunter. She also wants to help the Golden Guards, who seem like they’re in a rough situation.

Adventures in the Elements

Eda takes Hunter to the knee to officially start learning wild magic stuff, now that she knows what exactly he needs it for, when flapjack appears.

Eda turns it into a palisman training session. Eventually, Hunter starts to have fun, doing small missions that Eda tells him to do. At some point, though, flapjack stops working – mainly because Hunter is overworking himself. Hunter gets upset and lashes out.

Eda pops up and asks where the rascal went, and Hunter is frustrated, saying that he went to go be with some other witch. He explains what happened, and Eda connects the dots.

(Hint: this is Belos-Learned behavior. This is the first time Hunter is being told that you can just leave)

Hunter expresses that he regrets what he did, and he’ll try to be better, when Eda points out that Flapjack is right behind him. Hunter apologizes profusely, and asks if they can try again, and Flapjack agrees.

Timeskip to Luz and Hunter in their room, where they’re both lying awake.

(It's supposed to highlight how Luz hasn't been getting the same development Hunter has been getting.)

The First Day

WOOOOO Luz episode. Alrighty.

Luz arrives at Hexside to tutor Amity, like usual, when she finds out that Amity is doing an abomination presentation for the coven inspector. Luz finds this fishy, because she doesn’t remember a coven inspector being approved. She tells Amity to act as normal, but be wary.

When the coven inspector turns into a Basilisk, Luz protects Amity and tells her to run. She says she’s going to try talking to it, and then jumps in.

When the basilisk is defeated, Luz thanks Viney, Jerbo, and Barkus. She finds out they’re in the detention track, and she becomes upset at that – it’s coven guidelines, but it doesn’t feel right.

Cut to Amity, who is in the auditorium still. She picks up a light glyph that Luz dropped and activates it, realizing that she didn't use any actual magic that whole fight. Luz runs in and checks if Amity is okay. Amity asks if Luz does dangerous stuff like fight basilisks all the time, to which Luz says “kind of”. In the light of the light glyph, Amity asks Luz to be careful, and Luz blushes and agrees.

Previous Part [Something Ventured + Escape of the Palisman]

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carpisuns · 1 year

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Summary: Hunter’s head snapped back toward Willow. Even in freefall, she seemed strangely confident, body poised and relaxed in the air. Her gaze was already there to meet his, like she’d been expecting it, like she’d just been waiting for him to crack.

Willow Park plummeted toward the ground, staring straight at Hunter, smirking.

Or,

Willow is the most ridiculous flirter in the Boiling Isles and Hunter finally manages to flirt back.

Word count: 3791

A/N: For @huntlowweek day 2: training. @rileyclaw did some drawings—click the link to see them at the end of the fic!

The Death-Defying Flirting Methods of Captain Willow Park

Hunter touched down and dismounted his staff, rolling back his shoulders to loosen his aching muscles.

“Good work, team!” Willow said. “I think we’re in great shape for the tournament next month. We could really go all the way!”

She beamed around at them, cheeks flushed, practically glowing. A few locks of hair had escaped from her braids, and she tucked them behind her ears while she glanced Hunter’s way. His breath hitched in his throat, and it had nothing to do with the workout she’d just put them through.

It had only been a few months since the Isles had finally gone back to what could be considered “normal” (as normal as anything could be when the population was recovering from the 50-year reign of an evil witchhunter overlord). But Willow had wasted no time in getting the Emerald Entrails back off the ground. Hunter was grateful for that. He was still figuring out exactly what he wanted to do with his life, now that he had the option to even think about it, but one thing he knew for sure—he loved flyer derby. He loved streaking through the air on his new wolf palisman, Rascal. He loved talking strategy with Skara and dramatically reenacting the highlights with Gus after a game. He’d even befriended Viney’s griffin (well … sort of).

Willow’s eyes found Hunter’s again, a dimple pressed into her cheek like a kiss. All his insides went soft, and a hazy warmth washed over him.

That was what he loved most about flyer derby. Captain Willow Park.

“So are we free?” Gus asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Or are you gonna make us do that horrible double-dutch vine jump thing again?”

“Hmm.” Willow gave Clover a thoughtful scratch on the head. “How about we wrap up with a friendly game of two on three?”

Skara and Viney exchanged a Look and folded their arms in unison.

“No way,” Skara said. “You guys always beat us.”

“Well, how about you two and Gus versus me and Hunter?” asked Willow.

Gus shrugged. “That’s cool with me.”

“No, not cool!” Skara tapped her foot impatiently. “We’re not worried about you. It’s those two.”

She jut her chin out toward Hunter and Willow, and behind her, Viney gave a stiff nod.

The tips of Hunter’s ears went warm. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“I’m talking about your weird, like, vibes.” Skara gestured between them. “You guys are unstoppable! It’s like you can read each others’ minds or something.”

It took all of Hunter’s willpower to keep his eyes from darting to Willow. He liked to think he understood her pretty well. He even indulged in the idea that there was some kind of connection between them—that she knew him just as well as he knew her, that they could know what the other was thinking even without saying it. Sometimes he was so sure that she was giving him a message with just a look. It’s how they survived the last battle with Belos. How they’d won almost every flyer derby game they’d ever played together. Somehow he always knew just where to go and what she wanted him to do.

They made a good team. That much was for sure. But maybe that’s where it ended. Maybe she was just a good captain who communicated well with her team members. And Hunter had always been a good follower (a thought that made him wince internally—but Willow was nothing like Belos, and honestly, he would follow her to the ends of the earth).

Viney stepped forward, hands on her hips. “Look, we all know you and Hunter are our best players. And you have crazy chemistry on the field. It’s not fair for you to always be on the same team. Skara and I aren’t playing unless you two are split up.”

Finally, Hunter cracked. His eyes slipped over to Willow. It was hard to read her expression from here, but he could guess what it looked like, based on the curve of her shoulder and the plant of her feet and the angle she held her staff. He had to give Viney credit for not backing down. He’d been on the receiving end of this particular Willow look, and it was an experience he had actively avoided since then.

A strange sort of pride swelled in his chest. She wanted to be on his team. She liked him. She chose him. She was fighting for him.

“Okay,” Willow said. “We’ll do girls versus boys. Sound good?”

Hunter blinked. She didn’t sound upset at all. Her tone was light and casual, and now that he was looking again, her shoulders were much more relaxed than he’d thought. He must’ve read her wrong. (He tried not to feel disappointed about that, but his heart sank, just a little.)

“Oh, yeah.” Skara grinned, jabbing a finger toward Hunter and Gus. “You guys are going down.”

“Ha! We’ll see about that,” Gus said. “Hunter is our star player, and you don’t even know how much you underestimate the Gusinator.” He struck a dramatic pose, splaying one hand across his chest.

Hunter’s lips slipped into lopsided smile. “Yeah … I would advise against underestimating Gus. I’ve made that mistake before.”

He turned to Gus, who was already waiting with his fist raised. They mimed an explosion with their hands.

“Okay,” Willow said, “quick water break, and then it’s go time.”

A few minutes later, they all jogged back out to the center of the field and grabbed their flags. Hunter stood side by side with Gus, gripping Rascal’s staff firmly.

“Ready?” Willow grinned that heart-stopping, dimple-popping smile of hers. “Let’s fly!”

Hunter kicked off the ground and rocketed into the air, relishing the familiar feeling of the wind in his hair. He’d flown on an artificial staff plenty of times as the Golden Guard, but there was something indescribable about being on a real staff, with his own palisman, with his head bare and his heart light, surrounded by his friends.

One of which was already on his tail, reaching for his flag. He jolted away in a rush of gold—Flapjack’s last gift to him—and grinned at Skara’s groan.

The first part of the game flew by. The field was alight with spell circles and streaks of color. Everyone seemed to be at the top of their game, but no one had managed to steal a flag, let alone make it onto the post. It almost seemed like a deadlock.

Until Willow fell off her staff.

Hunter had no idea how it happened. There didn’t seem to be any reason she would fall. But there she was, plunging toward the earth and what would be certain death, if she weren’t, well, Willow Park.

Hunter tried to pull his focus back to the game. It wasn’t like she needed help. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. In fact, she’d probably find a way to steal his flag on the way down.

But as he hovered in the air, scanning the field, he listened for her spell. Just in case.

Any second now. Any … second …

A jolt of alarm ran through him. She wasn’t doing anything. Why wasn’t she doing anything?

Hunter’s head snapped back toward Willow. Even in freefall, she seemed strangely confident, body poised and relaxed in the air. Her gaze was already there to meet his, like she’d been expecting it, like she’d just been waiting for him to crack.

Willow Park plummeted toward the ground, staring straight at Hunter, smirking.

Hunter swallowed. A quick glance around the field told him no one else was going to catch her. Gus had finally managed to snag Viney’s flag, and Skara was chasing after him as he rushed toward the goal post.

Willow was still falling.

He locked eyes with her again, panic searing through his chest, and even from here could swear he caught the flash of her dimples.

She was dangerously close to the ground now. No one else could save her without his teleporting powers.

He was too far away to see her expression now, but he didn’t need to see her face to know what she was saying.

Catch me. I dare you.

So he did.

She was solid and warm and soft and everywhere. His arms were full of her, and so were his lungs. Even after an hour of training, she still retained that signature earthy, floral scent that never failed to make him a little dizzy. Which seemed kind of unfair, honestly, because Hunter was pretty sure he smelled like old selkigris at this point.

His cheeks blazed at the thought, but if he really did stink that bad, Willow didn’t seem to mind. She settled behind him and hugged him tightly around the middle, pressing her whole front flush against his sweaty back.

It was a good thing Hunter was on his staff, because his legs instantly melted into something akin to a witchling’s first attempt at abomination goo. His heart thundered in his chest, and he wondered if she could feel it against her own.

Willow leaned forward to tuck her chin over his shoulder. Her hair tickled his ears, and her warm breath ghosted over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Thanks, Hunter,” she murmured, and a little thrill ran through him, like it always did when he heard his name on her lips. He breathed in her wildflower scent, committing to memory the weight of her arms around him.

“Don’t mention it,” he murmured back.

“Oh my Titan, are you okay, Willow?” Viney hovered above them, followed closely by Gus and Skara.

“I’m fine,” Willow said. “Thanks to Hunter.”

He could hear the smile in her voice—a teasing lilt, light as a feather, like it was a joke they were all in on.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing he got there in time,” Skara added. “You would’ve been toast!”

Hunter frowned. “Well—”

“Yep!” Willow said quickly. “He saved me.”

Hunter attempted to twist around to look at her, but her arms just tightened around him. “Captain, you don’t have to—”

“You’re welcome, by the way!” Gus cut in, waving his arms. “For winning the whole game without you!”

Hunter glanced up at the goal post. Sure enough, three flags waved from the spikes.

“Oh,” he said. “Nice work.”

Skara sniffed. “I still think illusions are cheating.”

“Why? Too clever for you?” Gus grinned.

“Whatever.” Skara tossed her ponytail. “I gotta get home.”

“Yeah, I gotta go too,” Viney said. “Puddles needs a bath today. See ya!”

Skara and Viney both waved and took off across the field.

Hunter touched down on the field. For a moment, Willow kept holding him. Then Clover buzzed over, and she slowly slid her arms away.

(Was he crazy, or did it seem … reluctant?)

“Alright, I’ve done enough girlbossing for one day,” Gus said. “I’m outta here too.”

Hunter scooped Rascal onto his shoulder as he transformed back. “Uh … enough what now?”

“It’s a human word. Luz taught me.”

“Are you sure you’re using it right?”

Gus shrugged. “I’ll catch you guys at school tomorrow, okay?”

“Wait!” Hunter said. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay? Shoot.”

“Um.” Hunter glanced back at Willow, who was whispering to Clover. “Let’s grab our bottles.”

They strode back to the benches. As soon as Hunter was sure Willow was out of earshot, he turned to Gus.

“Why do you think she did that?” he asked in a rush.

“Okay, who did what now?”

“Willow. She made me catch her.”

Gus shook his head. “Dude, what are you talking about? She didn’t make you catch her. She just needed help.”

“No, she didn’t!”

“She was falling to her death!”

“She was not! She could’ve saved herself. I mean, why didn’t she magic up a big plant to cushion the fall or something?”

“I don’t know—maybe she was panicking! Falling from a billion feet in the sky tends to make people panic!” Gus snatched up his bottle from the bench—some bright orange human drink called Alligatorade.

“Not Willow,” Hunter said.

“Yes, Willow.”

Hunter folded his arms and gave Gus his best “Bro, are you serious” look. “Have you met her?”

“Yes, I’ve met her. And I’ve known her for a lot longer than you have, by the way.” Gus took a drink and wiped his mouth. “Look, man, I know you have a big thing for Willow, and maybe that obscures your judgment a little.”

Hunter hoped his ears didn’t look as red as they felt, but Rascal’s little chuff in his ear told him he wasn’t hiding anything.

“But I’m telling you,” Gus went on, “as Willow’s best friend of many years … she has limits, okay? She gets scared sometimes. She panics. And she definitely doesn’t purposefully fall off her staff to make her crush catch her.”

Hunter’s ears had to be glowing at this point because they felt like they were on fire. “Her crush?” he choked. “I—I’m her crush?”

Gus considered him over the top of his Alligatorade. “Titan, you’re both helpless.”

“Wait—hang on—so she was …” Hunter swallowed. “Flirting?”

Gus rolled his eyes. “Hunter, a playful shoulder touch is flirting. Plummeting to your death is not.”

But Hunter was barely listening, because he was remembering the smirk on Willow’s face as she waited for him to come.

Flirting.

“I mean, yeah, Willow flirts with you plenty,” Gus said. “But this was … not that. Except maybe the part where she was, like, nuzzling into your neck. That was a bit much.”

Hunter shook his head a little. “I—yeah. Okay. Thanks for the advice, Gus.”

“What advice? All I said was that almost dying doesn’t count as flirting.”

“Sure.” Hunter glanced over Gus’s shoulder, back to Willow, who still talking to Clover.

“Actually—you want my advice? Just ask her out already. I’m tired of this. Also, I’m leaving.” Gus stepped onto his staff. “See you, Hunter.”

“Bye,” Hunter said faintly. And then Gus was gone, leaving Hunter alone with Willow.

He walked slowly back to the middle of the field. She watched him approach, setting Clover on her shoulder.

“Hey, Captain.” He hesitated. “Are you staying to train more?”

“Actually, I was hoping you could give me a ride home,” she said.

“Uh.” He glanced at Clover. “Why?”

“The fall scared Clover. And she’s tired. I think she could use the break.”

As if to prove the point, Clover slumped dramatically on Willow’s shoulder with a sad buzz.

Hunter had seen his fair share of liars, and Clover was the worst liar he’d ever seen.

He cleared his throat. “Sure. We’d be happy to give you a lift.”

Rascal scampered down Hunter’s arm, transforming into staff form.

“Alright.” He swung his leg over the staff. “Hop on.”

Willow climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist once again.

“Hold on tight,” he told her (pointlessly).

“Oh, I will,” she answered (flirtingly???).

Then Hunter kicked off, and they were back in the air.

The ride to Willow’s house was quiet. Hunter searched desperately for something to say, but with Willow hugging him like that, his brain was mush anyway. She rested her chin on his shoulder again, and he thought she might speak, but she didn’t—just let out a small noise somewhere between a hum and a sigh.

Hunter didn’t mind the silence. It was nice, being here with Willow, with Bonesborough scrolling by beneath them. The afternoon sun spilled over the rooftops, lining every edge in gold, and the breeze ruffled through his hair, drying the sweat from his forehead. He breathed in deeply, taking it all in, and behind him, he felt Willow do the same, her chest swelling in unison with his.

Soon his nerves had settled, and he’d grown very comfortable with the weight of Willow’s arms around him. Her house came into view much too quickly, and he racked his brain for an excuse to keep flying, but nothing came. All he could do was nudge Rascal to slow down to prolong the ride, if only a little.

He landed in front of her house, at the end of the winding stone path up to the door. Just like last time, there was a second’s delay before he felt her arms slip free.

“Um, do you want to come in for a second?” she asked, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Say hi to my dads?”

“Oh. Sure.”

Together they started down the path, past mounds of bright flowers—Willow’s handiwork, of course. They both walked slowly, and he had to believe that she was dragging this goodbye out just as much as he was.

“That was a good practice,” he offered.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Really, really good.”

“I think the whole team works well together.”

“Definitely.” She paused. “But I think Skara and Viney had a point. Some team members work even better together. Don’t you think?”

Hunter turned to her as they walked, catching the glint in her eye and the barest hint of a dimple on her cheek. (Flirting.)

“Really?” he found himself saying. “Like who?”

“You,” she said.

“Me?” He feigned surprise. “Me and who?”

“Well, you and—and—”

She tripped and nearly faceplanted into her flower patch, but Hunter had quick reflexes. He lunged forward and caught her, one arm supporting her back, like a dip in a dance.

Willow’s mouth fell into a tiny o. She blinked up at him behind a lock of hair that had fallen into her eyes.

“Careful, Captain,” he said lightly. “People might start to think you’re … doing this on purpose.”

Pink dusted her cheeks, and she looked so ridiculously cute that something came over him—something reckless and shameless and wanting. He leaned in a little closer, voice dropping to a murmur.

“If you want me to hold you,” he said, “you just have to ask.”

At this, Willow’s face exploded in pink, and tiny blossoms sprouted from her hair. Hunter felt his own cheeks grow warm, but his brazen spike of confidence hadn’t quite subsided yet, so he kept her there a moment longer, allowing his face to break into a grin.

It was then that he realized just how close they were, noses just inches apart. He stared into her eyes—a vibrant green, like her garden, like her magic, gilded with the light of a sinking sun.

The green vanished with a blink, and when she opened her eyes again, they darted down his face.

Hunter mirrored her, dropping his gaze to her lips.

Immediately, his heart jumped into his throat, and the tips of his ears lit up. But he swallowed down his panic and forced his body to moved calmly as he brought Willow slowly back to her feet.

She stood there, cheeks blazing, mouth agape, with the sunlight drenching her in gold. That familiar hazy warmth swept through him, making his heart thrum and his fingers twitch by his sides.

“I—” Willow blinked and shook her head. “I gotta go.”

“I thought I was coming in with you.”

“Um, actually, now’s not a good time. Maybe later.”

“Oh. OK.”

Willow’s fingers closed around the doorknob, but she didn’t twist it. Instead, she turned back to look at him, with sunbeams caught in her hair and roses blooming on her cheeks.

“Bye, Hunter,” she said breathlessly. He caught the glimmer of one more dazzling, dimpled smile, and then she disappeared through the door.

For a moment, Hunter stood frozen on the path. His mouth felt suddenly dry, limbs weak and shaking, like his sudden flare of boldness had just been drained away.

“Rascal,” he croaked, “what the hell just happened?”

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When Willow got out of the shower, her scroll had no fewer than nineteen messages from Gus.

illusion_master: ok i’ve been thinking

illusion_master: what actually made you fall off your staff today

illusion_master: ?????

illusion_master: like. no one was even near you

illusion_master: hunter said he thought you fell on purpose and i told him that was stupid

illusion_master: because it IS stupid

illusion_master: but….is he right?????

illusion_master: did you really fall off your staff ON PURPOSE just so he would have to catch you????

illusion_master: willow were you actually FLIRTING

illusion_master: IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK FLIRTING IS

illusion_master: ANSWER ME PARK

illusion_master: your silence is very incriminating

illusion_master: i dont know what is more shocking. the fact that you exhibited such loser behavior or the fact that hunter was right about something for once in his life

illusion_master: was it worth it willow. was nearly dying worth it so you could get a noseful of hunter’s sweaty armits. titan

illusion_master: honestly you two deserve each other. you’re both so embarrassing

illusion_master: i hope you had fun on your romantic afternoon staff ride that you think i don’t know about

illusion_master: TITAN

illusion_master: it’s a good thing he’s so stupid in love with you or this would be too pitiful to watch. in fact im having a hard time watching as it is

illusion_master: titan!!!!!

Willow stared at the second-to-last message, feeling like she was about to explode.

he’s so stupid in love with you

Not even her dad’s breathing exercise was helping her with that one.

She flopped back on her bed with a huff. Even fresh from the shower, with wet hair clinging to her shoulders, she felt ridiculously overheated. Titan.

She’d been flirting with him for months. Since their days in the human realm. Honestly, she’d probably been flirting with him since the day they met. But he’d never really flirted back. He usually just blushed and didn’t say anything.

But she knew he was getting the message. Hunter always got the message. He liked her. She was sure of it. And he had to know that she liked him back. She figured she just needed to be wait. Take it slow. Give him time.

Willow considered herself a pretty patient person. That was kind of a requirement for plant magic, anyway. Plants were all about slow growth.

But even plant witches run out of patience. Sometimes, if a plant refuses to flirt back at you, you have to take drastic measures. Like falling a hundred feet in the air, for example.

It really wasn’t that big of a deal. She knew he would catch her. It was barely even a risk.

… Okay, she had risked her life just a tiny bit. But honestly?

It was nothing compared to the deadly experience of Hunter being smooth.

If you want me to hold you, you just have to ask.

Willow buried her face in her pillow and screamed.

#huntlow week #huntlow week 2022 #huntlow #toh #the owl house #hunter toh #willow park #mine #my fics #toh fics

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fairytales-and-folklore · 2 years

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If Flapjack can't come back because he belongs with Caleb, then I've decided that I want Hunter's future palisman to be a red wolf named Rascal as an homage to Flapjack and a symbol of Hunter's newfound love of wolves

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #toh season 3 #hunter toh #flapjack toh #this is me in the bargaining phase #welp off I go to write a second palisman fic I guess lol #hoping to post them both within the next few days!

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owlfacenightkit · 2 years

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I have some art to post

Aaaand it’s mostly Hunter. What a surprise

#The Owl House #Artnatomy errors included #Philip Wittebane #Hunter Wittebane #Vee Noceda #Flapjack #Lil’ Rascal #Luz’s Palisman #I find it funny that that’s a tag #Possesed Hunter

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metalatias5 · 2 years

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Doodles of the boi(s) <3

#TOH #The Owl House #Hunter #Golden Guard #Caleb #Gus #Gus Porter #pay-per-clorp #Flapjack #palisman #little rascal #sketch #sketches #doodles #Meta #MetaTheTrifox #metalatias #MetaLatias5

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mistyfoxxy · 2 years

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MORNING SICKNESS

Future Huntlow Fanfic to relieve me of my pain thanks to “Thanks to them”. No pun intended. Spoilers to the season 3 ep 1 warning!!! .

Hunter frowned at the curled up beauty beside him. Willow. They had been married for almost a year now and Hunter was more than aquainted with her outstretched and restless sleep- he had perfected it. Each night he'd find himself snuggled up to her and somewhere between the rising moon and suns, she was positioned differently. Whether it was an arm across his face or a foot in his stomach, she slept wild and deeply. And he had somehow learned to stay latched on, even through her toss and turns. Some days, if he wasn’t lucky, he’d end up on the f floor. But today, he was spooning her, the same position they had went to bed in. That worried him.

“Willow? Sweetheart?”

He gently nudged her shoulder.

“Hmm?” She hummed sleepily. “What is it, Hunter?”

He felt his heart beat faster as she rubbed her eyes and lazily look at him. A confused/ adorable look resting on her beautiful face. Oh titan how did he get so lucky.

“Are you ok-“

Before he had the chance to finish she shot upright, nearly knocking him in the chin as she threw the covers over and ran for the bathroom. He heard the clink of the toilet lid being thrown up filled by sounds of retching. Oh no.

Hunter quickly dashed to the bathroom behind her, grabbing her hanging hair as she continued to vomit. Keeping it out of her face the best he could. He rubbed her back gently with his free hand, rubbing circles as tears formed in her eyes.

Clover and Rascal followed behind. The bee landing on her shoulder and nuzzling her face as the wolf palisman looked up at Hunter, letting out a short bark. Wondering what happened. If the queen, as the palisman called her, was ok.

Willow coughed a little, shoulders no longer tense and removed her grip from the edges of the toilet. Willow turned towards Hunter and gave a shaky smile, “I’m ok.”

Hunter frowned. “I’m calling a healer over. You’re not ok.” He pressed a palm to her forehead. “You’re not even running a fever? There’s something up. Rascal, stay with her while I go call Viney. Willow, don’t move please- wait no. You don’t need to sit on the floor either. I’ll help you up.”

Willow gave that soft smile again, causing Hunter’s face to warm up. Titan! They’d been married for almost a year now and she still made his heart pound, just by a smile. Somehow he hoped that would never change… He leaned in to kiss her before she jerked back, "No baby! My mouth tasted terrible right now, I don't want you to kiss me like this."

She allowed him to pull her up, requesting to at least brush her first. "You can brush your teeth of course, i need to brush mine too. But morning breath has never stopped me. I'd kiss you anyways, even after that." And he fulfilled that promise by giving her a quick kiss.

"Hunter! Let me brush my teeth first!" She whined. He chuckled as she playfully pushed him away, grabbing her toothbrush and the tooth paste. They both brushed their teeth before walking out the bathroom and Hunter helped her to their bed. (Which was unnecessary as Willow was feeling much better now. But Willow knew how Hunter was, and he wouldn’t allow her to do anything until he knew she was ok) He then walked out to make a crow call, promising he'd be back ASAP.

It was true, she hadn't been feeling all that well last night, and then this morning? She was unprepared for that. She didn't even feel sick and then all of a sudden she... yeah. Something was different but she didn't think she was sick, she had been wondering for about a week and a half now...

Clover buzzed over, clearly distraught over her mother's sickness. Nuzzling Willow a lot more than usual. The wolf palisman stared up at her. Letting out a short whimper. "I'm ok guys. Nothing to worry about."

They both seemed unconvinced as Hunter walked back in the room with an ice pack, a few rags, a cup of apple blood and trashcan. "I called Viney, she said she'll be over in a little bit. Had to make a few stops first. Said she had other clients. That you would be fine for now so i guess- no. I will take care of you!" he puffed out his chest before walking towards her. He set the trashcan down and took a place next to her on the bed. He was so obviously displeased that Viney hadn't prioritized the visit apparently. But she was fine, the common mold or glu never hurt anyone.

"Alright Captain of my heart, let's lean you back." He grabbed a few pillows, stacking them behind her, trying to convince her to lay back.

She then grabbed his hand, bringing it up to her face and planting a kiss on it. She let her lips linger, smirking up at the deep blush that spread across her husband's face. Even after all these years, he still got flustered around her, and it made her feel so special. Titan she loved this man so much. He was the kindest, most caring person she'd ever known. And the most handsome. Scars and all. They had come a long way for sure, HE had come a long way. His torturous childhood and "uncle" had done him so wrong. She could still feel the anger in her heart, she had not forgiven Belos. She didn't think she ever would. After all the abuse, Hunter had finally found happiness while they were in the human realm. He was able to be a kid for once. A teenager.

And that bastard had taken that away from him. But not for long. Willow was true to her promise to the human realm. She made sure to give Belos a real good plummeting, and was soon the focus of his evil. That was when she had realized Hunter not only had a crush on her (which she was aware of and did like him too but to afraid to admit it even to herself at that time) but had quite literally fallen in love with her. Comparing the two of them to the infamous Caleb and Evelyn. It was sad... really, how the witch had lost her lover. But she didn't let that cycle happen again. She'd protected him with the help of the gang. He wasn't alone, even when he tried to push them away in attempt to avenge Flapjack on his own. He had become stronger than ever since then.

They had to deal with the collector too of course, but once that was over with, he was finally able to live life. Actually LIVE life, not just survive. Leading a life in school, mastering glyphs, becoming Dell's apprentice and learning how to carve palismen. Hence coming to terms with Flapjack's sacrifice, knowing he'd always be in his heart and eventually carving his own. The wolf, naming it Rascal after his long lost pal. He took his place back on their flyer derby team and eventually the two of them started dating. Life still had its ups and downs, but that was life.

"Willow" He said her name as if it was the very word he was living on.

"I'm ok Hunter." She then pulled him down next to her, wrapping herself against him. He let out a short squeak at her sudden action, but soon nuzzled into her embrace.

"I love you so much, Willow. I just don't want you to feel bad, you know? It hurts me when you're in pain. Sorry if i overreacted a bit."

"I love you, Hunter. It's ok. Imagine how i felt when you snuck into my room years ago, looking like you were about to pass out from the glu" she exclaimed with a chuckle.

He smiled against her, "Oh yeah, I remember that. Your dads were not happy to find us in bed together the next day heh."

"I'm pretty sure they were livid actually, until i explained what was going on"

"Yeah... I'm suprised you didn't kick me off that night with as wild of a sleeper you are."

Willow laughed out loud at that. "For real."

"Hey Viney!" Willow exclaimed as the healing witch walked into their room.

"Well you look amazing. What's going on? Ole' Blondie over here made it sound like you were dying" She let out with a chuckle.

Willow smiled, "Thanks Viney. Just sick when i woke up i guess. I feel fine now though."

"Hmmmm." The witch walked over to the bed and placed a hand against her head. "No fever. I don't see any blisters or anything, and you look fine. You're not yellow or pale. What happened? You look ok to me."

"She didn't sleep well last night. And then she woke up this morning and puked. She'd not ok, ok? Something is wrong. " Hunter stated matter-of-a-factly. Pulling her closer to him with a deep frown pointed at the brunette.

"Ok, ok Mr.. I'll take a closer look at her. I might have an idea actually..." Viney hummed excitedly. "Will you go grab some rags for me?"

Hunter sat up, grabbing the rags off the nightstand next to the bed. "Right here." He exclaimed purposefully.

"Ok, how about a glass of apple blood?"

"Got it."

"Er- uhm. Could you make her a... sandwich please?"

This put a confused look on both spouse's face. They shared a look before looking back at Viney. "She's hungry! I'm sure. Don't want her to starve."

"Yeah.. I could eat." Willow put in. Catching on to the fact that Viney obviously wanted Hunter out for this.

Normally Hunter easily caught on to her lies quickly, but he was in his servant's heart, take care of the one's he cares about mode, especially his wife mode. And he immediately got up and went to get her a sandwich.

Viney peaked out the door at his retreading frame before turning back to Willow. "Let's take a look at your stomach, huh?"

Hunter walked into a giggling Viney and his wife. They seemed to be whispering about something but abruptly stopped when they saw him. Willow beamed up at him, a shy yet huge grin on her face. Viney gave her a small wink before stating that she'd let the lovebirds be. Grabbing her bag and walking out.

Hunter handed Willow the plate, sitting down next t her on the bed. "Well.... what is it? Did she figure it out? Are you gonna be ok?"

Willow continued to smile up at him, "There will probably be quite a few more days like this actually... maybe even a few months?"

"What? Is it not curable? Is there not something Viney can do about it? Is there anything I could do about it?" Hunter asked worriedly.

Her smile wobbled a bit as she prepared to tell him the news. They hadn't actually talked about this... well no they did. They didn't know if it was possible for a grimwalker to have a kid. He had made that abundantly clear the day before their wedding, worried he'd ruin her life. But she was willing to take that chance. So this? This was actually kind of a miracle. So why was she so nervous?

"I... We-ugh. Hunter. I love you! Ok? And i know we just got married a little less than a year ago, but i believe with my whole heart we'll do amazing. I know It's gonna be scary at first but we got this. I know we talked about this, didn't think we'd be able to, so I reallllly hope you're as happy as I am."

Hunter, Clover, and Rascal stared back at her. Obviously confused. "Ok? I love you too, you know that. And if your'e happy, I'm happy, always. What is it?"

She bit her lip. Come on Willow. You got this.

She then looked up, grabbing his hands in hers, before placing them against her stomach. "We're pregnant."

"What?"

"We're pregnant."

"Don't lie to me." Hunter begged, tears forming at the brim of his eyes. Desperately pleading with his eyes. "Are- Are you serious?"

"I'm serious, Hunter. We're gonna have a baby."

Hunter locked his gaze on her face, searching for anything to doubt. She gave him a reassuring smile.

She felt her heart start to speed up as worry started to creep in her mind. Was he not happy?

"Eep!" Faster than her reflexes were able to kick in, she was scooped up in the arms of her husband and spun around. He smiled widely as tears poured down his face.

"What did i do to deserve this? To deserve you? Our baby?" He hugged her tightly before leaning down and kissing her belly.

She leaned down, sitting next to him on the floor. Palismen watching from the bed side. She took his face in her hands and pressed her forehead against his.

"Oh Hunter. You don't have to deserve us, I love you so so much, I feel quite lucky myself. You're amazing, and i know you're gonna make a great father"

He looked up at her beaming face. The tears starting again. "I'm gonna be a dad!" he laughed and snuggled into her neck, placing one hand on her stomach and one around her back.

"I love you"

"I love you more, both of you." Hunter smiled. "And I think you'll make a great mom too, Willow."

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