Well, about to attempt to write some Huntlow/Winter fluff. Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it. ( BTW, I try and keep my grammar decent as I go, but I'm going to post this and I'll double check it later.) Enjoy!
Half-a-Witch Willow. That's all I've ever been, it's all I'll ever be. That's what's going through my head as I stare at the ground below me. This is all my fault. That wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me. I made the dumb mistake of trusting that human girl, Lila Client, and coming to the library with her. I remember it so clearly. She approached Hunter and I, at the cafe.
"Hi." She said, and the conversation went from there, and we ended up at the Gravesfield Library, having bonded over our love for plants.
"They're my favorite type of flower." She said, pointing at a picture of a plant called a marigold.
"I don't really have a favorite plant," I had said truthfully. Hunter sat beside me, obviously unsure what to say. But that's when her friends came over, and the whole thing went south.
"Ugh." One of them said, "Apparently Luz Noceda is coming back to school Monday."
"What? Really? She finally remembered how to put down those stupid 'Good Witch Azura' books without pretending to be an otter instead?" She gives a mocking laugh, turning back to Hunter and I as my smile melts. "You're transferring to Gravesfield High School soon, right?" She asks us, and without waiting for an answer, continues, "You see, there's this girl, Luz Noceda, that goes to school with us. She and all her friends are super weird, and for some reason, she's obsessed with this stupid book series, 'The Good Witch Azura'." At this point, I'm barely able to restrain from punching this girl in the face, and I can tell that Hunter is barely able to control his anger, too.
"Anyways, you'll probably be seeing a lot if her soon, she's always getting up to-"
"What do you have against Luz, Lila?" I ask sharply, and I can feel my power beginning to well up inside of me, but force it down. Can't have these people figuring out I'm a witch. But my eyes are still smoldering with anger.
"What, you're not friends with her, are you?" She asks, and something changes in her gaze a she laughs.
"In fact, we both are." Hunter said, and I could see the pure anger blooming in his gaze. She sighs, and that's when the warning bells start to go off in my mind.
"What a shame." Lila said, and she grabbed my wrist, "I actually thought you were pretty cool, Willow. Guess I was wrong. You too, blondie. Actually, I thought you were my type, but my type isn't Luz-er loving, weirdo nerds. Now get out of my library."
"Excuse me?" I said, thoroughly pissed at this point. Who does this girl think she is?
"I said, get out of my library." She started trying to pull me out by my wrist, but I don't relent. I jerked my hand away, and Hunter tensed beside me, probably bracing himself for a fight.
"I don't know who you think you are, but this is not your library, and you are not my mother." Suddenly her friends grab Hunter and I. I elbow one in the stomach, and Hunter twists away from them, obviously trying not to hurt them, even now. They grab us again, and this time I can't get free, and we're suddenly being dragged out the door of the library. The teenagers tossed us out the door and onto the steps.
"And don't come back!" Lila shouts, slamming the library door shut. Hunter gets up, seemingly ready to go barging back into the library and fight the girl, but I stop him.
"There's no point. She's a delusional brat that thinks the world revolves around her and she can do whatever she wants." I sink down on the steps, feeling miserable. I put my face in my hands, unable to look Hunter or anyone else in the eyes right now. He sits down next to me.
"What?" He asks gently, and I lift my head.
"That wouldn't have happened if I had been more cautious and hadn't insisted on talking to her, ." I said.
"That is the most bull crap I think I have ever heard you say in one sentence, Willow." He states, and I look at him.
"What?"
"That was not your fault, Willow."
"Yes, it was. I'm just Half-A-Witch Willow." Then Hunter does something that surprises me. He busts out laughing.
"Willow, why would you ever think that?" He asks. "You're not Half-A-Witch Willow, Willow."
"Yes, I am." I say staring at him, dumbfounded.
"No, you're not, Willow." He says, suddenly serious. "You're full-on, powerful, beautiful, kind, sweet, protective, plant-loving Willow. And there is nothing that you, or that Lila girl, or anyone else can say about it."
"That's not true." I say, "You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"No, I'm not, Willow." And my heart skips a beat, the tension in the air building up, but in a good way, as Hunter leans into me, and I lean into him. And as one, are lips connect softly, in a light and airy kiss, the lock of hair that always stays in Hunter's face brushing against my own. And just like that, it's over, and I pull away from Hunter, noticing his cheeks match mine in a rosy pink color.
"Woah." I say, and neither of us move, unable to say or do anything else.
Well, here it is! Hope you enjoyed it. Check out my other stories. Eclipse is on indefinite hiatus, but I am planning on posting a new story soon. I honestly prefer Huntlow over Winter, in case anyone was wondering, although I use both. Mainly because Winter just sounds cold. (Hehe, I'm sorry, I just had to do it.) Please Favorite, Follow, and Review for more! It is going to determine whether or not I make this a collection of one-shots. Also, please do let me know if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes. Thanks, and may your own writings be successful!
