Fic Title: A Love That Won't Sit Still
Summary: "It's okay for you to be a kid, Willow. It's nice you kids volunteer with rebuilding the Isles but you're all still kids. Try not to spend all the time you have before school starts up again not being one." So Willow decides to be a kid.
Pen Name: FanfictionIsMySideHustle
Willow welcomes the breeze that drifts from her bedroom window.
Bonesborough is surprisingly quiet for a Saturday evening but, Willow supposes, when a realm is recovering from the brink of destruction, it's to be expected if it takes a while for the usual noise of a city to return. If there is a city on the Boiling Isles that never sleeps, that title would go to Latissa. Even so, Bonesborough is never truly this quiet. There's always something or someone scurrying about.
It's a constant reminder there is a lot to rebuild of her home but Willow can't fight the small smile resting on her face. Rebuilding meant there is still a home to return to. She'll take rebuilding over nothing to return to any day.
Five months had passed since she returned to the Boiling Isles.
Since Belos had been defeated.
Since she was able to hug her dads in her arms again after so many months apart.
Hexside is still a few months away from being open for classes, though. Willow holds back a sigh at the reminder. It feels so long ago that she would dread her weekdays, bracing for the inevitable disappointed faces of her teachers. Then those disppointed faces turned into ones constantly impressed by her plant work. She even almost wishes she could see Mr. Hermunculus and his look of begrudging acceptance over her transfer to the plant track and new flyer derby team.
She misses flyer derby.
She misses her homeroom's greenhouse and the numerous plants she grew in it.
Willow craves the sense of normalcy that had been her life before the Day of Unity.
It isn't the first time she feels a twinge of envy towards Luz who is presently in the Human Realm. The Demon Realm nearly ending may have put academics on hold for witchlings, but the same can't be said for Luz's academics in the Human Realm. It was the end of an era, Willow's smile is melancholic but she quickly tells herself she is being overdramatic. Luz always returns on the weekends, determined to help rebuild the Boiling Isles and see the family they had built together.
They all help in whatever ways they can.
Of course, there are limits to where that help can take them. But Willow is satisfied spending the bulk of her spare time helping to rebuild the palistrom forest for the Bat Queen. Right now, however, it is almost dinnertime and Willow is stuck in her room. Clover is resting on her leaf-shaped pillow, sleeping adorably as ever.
At least Penstagram never fails to be a persistent presence in her life even when the world is recovering from near destruction. With a twirl of her finger, Willow summons her scroll. Her feed is slower now, but it is always a way to pass the time whenever she wishes to reassure herself this isn't all a dream. She's back home. Her home is broken but it can still be fixed. Therefore, she can always summon her scroll and see her friends' faces and the familiar sights of the Boiling Isles.
Gus' most recent picture is of himself and his dad in the kitchen, cooking dire rats and griffin eggs as a 'lazy dinner night' meal.
'Solo dos batatas' reads the most recent image on Amity's penstagram, a picture of herself and Luz in front of the portal door the Collector had given. Amity had gotten from permission from her father to visit Luz in the Human Realm for the weekend. Willow is happy that, despite the inconveniences, her friends' relationship is stronger than ever.
Seeing the two so happy and smitten only makes the urge to see her own batata grow. Willow's account in the present is a mixture of Clover, her family, the palistrom woods and her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend.
Willow can't stop herself from falling onto her side, kicking her feet in excitement as she looks at her most recent picture of them together in the palistrom woods. Their faces are covered in dirt but they're grinning happily at the camera as Clover rests atop her sunhat.
If someone told her back when she was still just a miserable abomination track student that she'd one day be dating a boy reminiscent of the chiseled hunks on the covers of romance novels she'd read behind the librarian's back as a kid, she wouldn't have believed them. Not even if they were a member of the Oracle Coven. Boys like that date girls like Boscha or Skara, not half-a-witches who can never present passable assignments in class. Yet here she is, dating the best witch she knows. Handsome and caring, knowledgeable yet always excited to learn more about the world they live in and his scars are proof that he took the cruelty of the world and survived. Hunter is alive and well, the brown eyes staring back at her are proof of that.
Thanks, Flapjack. She misses the cardinal dearly, yet a selfish part of her can't help but be thankful that Flapjack loved Hunter so much as to give him his life. It isn't the same, but Dell Clawthorne told Hunter long ago that whenever he wanted to see Flapjack to just look at his reflection.
Willow sees Flapjack in those eyes and she sees the boy Flapjack returned his life to.
The boy who returns that love to the world and everyone around him tenfold.
And the boy who just triggered a text notification on Willow's scroll.
rulerzreachfan: hey you awake?
He's gotten much better at typing.
hello_willow: i'm up!
Suddenly, her scroll's screen morphs into the one in that shows when an incoming call her away and she blinks her eyes in surprise. "Hunter?" She answers quickly, heart thumping with worry. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah everything is alright," Hunter's raspy voice replies, in a tone nearing panic himself. "I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all. Sorry for worrying you."
Pink dusts her cheeks as Willow hugs her legs to her chest. It's only by the power of the Titan that she doesn't squeal, but her feet kick nonetheless. "I was just thinking about you too," she admits. "What are you doing?"
Hunter happily dives into explaining the carving techniques he had been learning about in a book on palisman carving Dell had given him, Willow commenting here and there.
Willow remembers when she and Amity used to sneak into the romance section of the library. Romantic love was an anomaly for them; something their parents had and something in books they weren't allowed to read unless it was in the kids' section. The books always described love as passion and fluttering hearts. Then a librarian finally would notice them and chase them out before they could read more. It was probably for the best, Willow laughs internally. There was a reason those books weren't in the kids section and it was only a miracle that they never stumbled on anything inappropriate in them. A miracle, or a very well-timed librarian who could always notice when Amity and Willow were far too quiet to be up to anything good.
"You're witchlings," the librarian scolded, book confiscated and the girls giggled all the while. "You're too young to know what love is."
If it isn't love, Willow decides that it must be something close. How else can she explain the warmth in her chest that feels like a sprout growing and growing? And how else can she explain how her name feels like it has a special ring to it when Hunter says her name? It's something very close. "Do you know when you'll start carving? I know the woods aren't exactly ready yet but still." The more experienced plant witches helping with the project stated that the trees would likely be ready by the start of the new year, at least. Amazing as that is, it only means Hunter will be unable to truly learn how to carve palistrom wood until then.
"Dell does have a few pieces of palistrom wood I can carve, but," Hunter pauses for a moment, contemplative, and Willow waits until he has figured out the best way to express himself. "I said I wanted to practice carving with regular wood for a while, just until I really understand the techniques. I just don't want to mess up and make mistakes when it comes to real palismen.
"Hey, there's no mistakes you can make that you can't fix," Willow reassures him warmly. "And if you do mess up, it doesn't mean that there is anything wrong with the palisman. It just means you gave them more character!" When she hears her boyfriend laugh on the other side of the line, Willow's chest feels warmer. "Your first practice palisman can be a wolf!"
"I've been telling Dell about wolves, actually!" Hunter has a sparkle to his voice at the mention of one of his favorite animals. "I was telling him all about the heroic story of Balto, remember the movie about the half-wolf we watched with Camila?" She does. Willow also remembers Luz awkwardly whispering in her ear 'I don't know how to tell him that the movie kinda just made up the part about him being half-wolf without making him feel lied to.' Then Willow giggled in return 'I think it's fine if he doesn't know for now; he's just so happy.'
He's happy. Even after Belos tried taking his smile, Hunter is still happy. There are hard days for him, for the both of them, but they were still going step by step and hand in hand.
"Willow, time for dinner!" Dad calls through the door and Willow jumps.
"Coming, Dad!" Willow calls back before turning her attention back to her companion. "Sorry, gotta go, Papa finished making dinner."
"Don't worry about it," Hunter replies with a light tone. "Tell your dads I said hi."
Willow grins, "I will," she promises. "Wanna talk more after dinner?"
Hunter agrees easily and Willow practically skips down the stairs and to the able.
Dad notices her good mood with extreme ease. It isn't hard to when she isn't hiding it in the slightest. "Were you talking with your friends just now?" He asks that but Willow sees the mischief in his grin and knows he already knows who it is she was talking to earlier.
"Oh, I was just talking to Hunter. He says hi, by the way" Willow almost wants to twirl a braid, but that would be too embarrassing to do in front of her parents. Papa squints, but he says nothing and Willow rolls her eyes. "Papa, you like Hunter."
Papa drinks his apple blood with a harumph, "that doesn't mean I like him dating my daughter."
Dad sighs with a shake of his head, "your father you used to pray to the Titan you'd be aroace because he didn't want your heart being stolen by any witch ever," he's chuckling as he reveals this information, looking at his husband in amused disbelief. "He stopped after I told him to knock it off a few times."
"Papa!"
"That was a long, long time ago!" Papa defends himself but Willow can see his lips quirking into a smile of his own. "I'm a changed man!"
"Well this changed man can admit to his daughter that he likes her boyfriend," Dad chuckles, placing a hand on Papa's hand. "They even met at some sort of covention the way we did, isn't that cute? Your father and I met as representatives for our schools for the annual IFWOT meeting, you know!" Dad sighs dreamily, remembering it as if it were yesterday and Willow can't bring herself to tell him she already knows this story. She's heard it since she was a little girl, excitedly asking her dads to tell her the story of how they first met. "When it was time for our first date, I was so nervous I lied and told your father that I was sick over crowphone. But imagine my surprise that he came all the way to the Knee with apple blood and soup he picked up from his favorite restaurant with flowers!"
Willow giggles, "Papa didn't know you were pretending until I asked when I was 12 how he found out you were pretending."
"All this time I thought you knew," Dad laughs as Papa playfully nudges him with elbow. "Now look at us, one happy family." With a sigh, Dad takes a small bite of their dinner. "What about you, Willow? Have you and Hunter gone on a date or two yet?"
"No, not really," Willow reveals after taking a bite of her own. "We're taking things slow, right now." We haven't even kissed yet, but Willow keeps that thought to herself. Hunter's boundaries and pace meant a lot more too her than just wanting to smooch his face all over. "And besides, we've been pretty busy helping Bat Queen with rebuilding the palistrom woods, so we probably won't be going on any dates for a while."
Dad gives her a look of exasperation but it's Papa who speaks next, "It's okay for you to be a kid, Willow." A surprising amount of support for his daughter he once wished would be aroace. "It's nice you kids volunteer with rebuilding the Isles but you're all still kids. Try not to spend all the time you have before school starts up again not being one."
Dinner goes on without any hiccups before Willow bids her fathers good night, closing her door behind her. Clover is awake now, pecking at hexberries before flying over to rest on Willow's shoulder as she sits on her bed. She gives her bee palisman a quick peck, summoning her scroll all the while to call Hunter back.
"It's okay for you to be a kid, Willow" she hears Papa say once again. I guess... Willow taps her feet on the floor. I guess it isn't bad to at least ask if he wants to go on a date some time. She already knew a place they could visit even if it would take a while for any other date spot in Bonesborough to be available. She can see it now; the two of them with a basket of food and beverages and just talking for hours until the set.
Yeah that would be perfect!
Willow fingers hover above her keyboard.
"It's okay for you to be a kid."
Willow picks up Clover, who is already in staff mode, and glances out her window at the cityscape of Bonesborough bathed in moonlight.
"It's okay for you to be a kid."
Oh my Titan this is so crazy, Willow almost wants to turn back home as she flies through the air. When Papa said it was okay to be a kid, he probably didn't mean you could sneak out of the house to see your boyfriend! And yet she can't make herself do the responsible thing and turn around. It's too late anyways, she tells herself ten minutes later. I'm already here at Hunter's house. The boy had been staying with Darius Deamonne's house since their return to the Isles. After getting to know him, Willow had learned that the former head of the Abomination Coven was stylish and neat but a lot more caring than his exterior would lead one to believe. Willow had already respected him previously for different reasons at different times.
First was when she simply thought of him as the head of the Abomination Coven.
Second was when she learned that he was firmly against the Day of Unity.
The third time Darius earned Willow Park's respect, however, was when she learned that he was here waiting for Hunter's return and welcomed him to the Deamonne household with no hesitation. It's clear Darius loved Hunter dearly. I just love him the most.
She contemplates tapping on the window before realizing that would be a terrible idea, nor was she adept enough at illusions that she could make a version of herself appear in his room. Not without giving Hunter a heart attack. So instead she summons her scroll, waiting with baited breath all the while for him to return.
hello_willow: hey are you still awake over there?
rulerzreachfan: yeah i am!
hello_willow: good! do you mind looking out of your window?
There's a pause and suddenly Willow hears scrambling on the other side of the window before the doors are thrust open, shock written all over Hunter's face. "Willow?" He whispers loudly. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey there, handsome," Willow giggles, bringing herself closer to the window. "Crazy running into you here."
Hunter blushes fiercely and Willow drops her flirtatious façade, bashful, "I know this is really impulsive and I really should have just sent you a text or something instead but," Willow takes a breath. "I really wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date with me tonight. I-I know there isn't really anything open right now in Bonesborough but there was a place I really wanted to show you and-" She's rambling, she can tell she is. It isn't something she does often, not unless you really have her excited about a conversation about plants or flyer derby. Hunter somehow turns her into a rambler too. "Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. We don't have to go if you don't want to, it is kinda late. Plus I wanna respect your boundaries too, whatever pace you-"
"Let me get my shoes."
Hunter wastes no time grabbing his boots and when he boards her staff securely, Willow takes off into the night as they both laugh quietly.
The ride isn't that long, the place she wants to take them is close to Bonesborough thankfully. It just isn't one of those spots one visits during the day. It's only when the air slowly but surely becomes filled with balls of light, Willow knows they've arrived. "Here we are," she announces gleefully as she lands her staff on the hill. "The most beautiful spot on the Boiling Isles."
"Oh my Titan," Hunter's jaw is agape and Willow happily takes in the look of wonder and amazement on his face. She had been hoping this would be his reaction to seeing one of her favorite flowers. In the daytime, this spot isn't one truly one to take note of. At night, however, the hill of red grass and tulips turned into a field of light as the tulips began to gently release smalls spheres of light into the night sky.
Imagine Willow's disappointment when she realized the tulips of the Human Realm couldn't do the same.
"These are light tulips," Willow explains, taking in the sights herself. "I'm pretty sure it's obvious why they got the name. During the day they look like any regular old flower, but at night they release light until dawn."
She discovered the place shortly after Amity ended their friendship with cruel words and it since became her sacred place whenever she felt upset.
"Well," Willow winks as they settle in the red grass. "What do you think?"
"It's beautiful," Hunter breathes and his eyes are wide with fascination. The way he gets when he discovers something new, excitedly studying a topic until he understands it completely and can relay the information with no trouble. "These flowers generate magic so naturally! It's like a light spell in a way. You see, in this history book I on how the Titan affected the flora and fauna of the Islesー"
Willow didn't think she could smile harder if she could but this moment proves otherwise as she rests her chin on her knee, smiling at how her boyfriend rambles. He talks with his hands when he's excited, Willow doubts Hunter has ever noticed. He taps his finger against his chin when he is contemplative, measures space when denoting the passage of time and he does jazz hands he's particularly excited. It's that excitement that prevents her from revealing that she already knows what he is talking about from one of the plant track's required readingsー An In-Depth History on the Titan's Affects on the Flora of the Boiling Isles. She can't, not when he looks so delighted to share what he's learned.
Not when the balls of light the tulips are spewing are highlighting his handsome face.
Not when they make his brown eyes seem even brighter.
It isn't long, however, when a look of realization spreads across Hunter's face and he flushes in embarrassment. "But, uh, you probably know this stuff already," Hunter chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Being a plant witch and all. Sorry, I was being rude there."
"Don't apologize at all," Willow smiles, placing her hand atop of his. "I know you weren't saying all that because you thought you needed to explain how magic works to me." She has experienced that from other witches enough to know the difference. Hunter's explanations never came from a condescending malice, it came from excitement and wanting to share what he learns with others. He'll be a great teacher. Whoever his future apprentice is, they're gonna be one lucky student. "And I just so you know, I like hearing you talk about stuff you know. I think it's cute."
His ears are burning red, "Oh, cool."
"Now sit back, relax and lay in the grass with me," Willow giggles, laying down on her back. Hunter follows suit shortly after, twining their fingers together naturally.
The silence is comfortable as they stare at the sky, watching the lights of the tulips drift to the sky. They were a pale yellow, almost white in its glow, similar to a light spell. The smallest lights dispersed quickly not long after leaving the blossoms they left. Others drift higher and higher, riding the wind to the stars, looking no different than the balls of gas miles away looking down at the Isles below.
"I used to come to this spot all the time before," reluctantly, Willow let's go of Hunter's hand in favor of turning onto her side to look at him. "I told you before how at first my parents put me in the abomination track at Hexside. I hated it so much," but her dads insisted that the payoff would be worth it and Willow couldn't bring herself to confide in them her misery. A warmth blooms in her chest as Hunter turns to look at her and their hands find themselves curling around each other once more. "So whenever I was really upset, I'd come here to calm down for a while. It was my secret plant magic spot." A few hours here and suddenly anything feels possible, even working on abomination homework she was barely able to tolerate. "My favorite plant changes all the time, but light tulips have always sort of had a soft spot in my heart. When I had trouble sleeping because of the dark, Papa bought me one from the market."
Papa has always been the strict one between her dads, but Willow had never felt that he loved her any less than Dad.
"Don't turn off the light, Papa, it'll be dark!" Willow remembers shuddering when she was four. She even went as far as clamping her eyes shut tightly, covering them with her hands. "I'm scared..."
"Don't worry, I'm right here," Papa reassured her softly, taking one of her small hands into his own. "Just take one look okay? I promise it won't be scary at all."
"When I opened my eyes, it was just wow," Willow giggles just remembering her excited gasp, seeing how her room was alight with what felt like a million light spells. The light tulip stayed with her until her fear of the dark was finally assuaged, Papa helping her tend to it in his spare time. It is one of her fondest memories of him. "I think that was what made me fall in love with plant magic. My magic came late and when it did, I wasn't that great at it in general. But I think from that moment on as a kid, I wished with all my heart that plant magic would be the magic I was best at." And I am. Her skills in plant magic are her pride and joy.
"And you are," Hunter says as if he is reading her mind.
"I had a lot of help," Willow replies, suddenly bashful. "Human Realm plants are nice too, but ours are better. Of course I'm biased, though."
Hunter perks up at the mention of the realm they spent months residing in. "These tulips actually remind me a lot of the fireflies in the Human Realm."
"Funny, when I first saw them they reminded me of these," the tint of the fireflies' glow was a bit different; more of an orange-tinted gold. Willow remembers the night they first saw the Human Realm's versions of fireflies. It had been nerve wracking when Camila suggested taking them out to catch a few. Yet contrary to the name, they weren't actually on fire and they didn't set their surroundings on fire either. Instead, they just glowed softly in the night. "When we first saw the fireflies in the Human Realm, they reminded me of these tulips," Willow explains, completely settled in the red grass. In their time in the Noceda household, more than once Willow wrestled with two sides of herself. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to make some right then and there."
The homesick plant witch in her yearned to use her magic to recreate the blooms of her home and plant them in Camila's garden, ramifications be damned. The responsible plant witch in her argued about the risks of invasive species and the ramifications of Demon Realm plants being brought into the Human Realm.
Ultimately, it was the responsible side of her that won. Not that that stopped Willow from keeping a few plants from home placed in pots far from the soil of Luz's home. Never a light tulip, though. Willow had decided that the next time she saw one, it would be in the Boiling Isles with her family by her side.
I'm happy I'm home, Willow breathes in the citrus-y scent of the tulips that mixes with the fragrance of the grass. And I'm happy you're here with me. Judgements from the adults be damned. "That's why I wanted our first date to be here. I wanted to share this place with you because it's important to me and you're important to me too," Willow squeezes Hunter's hand firmly yet gently, an oxymoron of two opposite poles. Yet Hunter is a walking oxymoron himself; someone kind, patient and gentle raised by someone cruel, despicable and evil. Willow can't imagine life without him, judgements of the Bonesborough librarian be damned. If this isn't love, Willow doesn't know what is. "I love you," Willow feels Hunter stiffen, eyes round with shock but Willow doesn't balk in fear or worry. "I love you so much, Hunter."
When Hunter's eyes begin welling, Willow is already thumbing away tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, "you're important to me too. Sorry Iー"
Willow lets her hand settle on Hunter's cheek as he trails off, "it's okay, I know," she replies so softly, it might as well be a whisper. "You can say it when you're ready."
"I treasure you," Hunter tells her instead.
"You're my treasure too," Willow whispers back, smiling and Hunter releases a wet chuckle.
She wants to kiss him. With all her heart and soul, Willow wants to kiss him. Here, under the light stars and balls of lights from the light tulips surrounding them. Willow's eyes dart to look at Hunter's lips before she can help herself and when she looks up at Hunter's eyes, she knows he saw. If you're not ready for this either it's okay, Willow thinks with a smile. There'd be other nights in the future in this very flower bed to happen and it would happen when they both wanted it to.
"Is it okay ifー" Willow starts hesitantly but Hunter's lips are already against hers before she can finish her question and she feels herself melt. Kissing Hunter feels like a walking contradiction. It's not like the kisses she read, where the inexperienced protagonists know where to move their lips and yet it feels just as intense as the feelings described. She feels like she's floating in the clouds with the balls of light and yet she knows she is planted firmly on the ground, surrounded by flora. Surrounded by Hunter.
Yes, as far as first kisses go, Willow knows this first-first kiss ranks as high as the stars, carried to the atmosphere atop the spheres of the light spells accompanying it.
"You don't think Darius noticed you were gone do you?" Willow hovers outside of Hunter's bedroom window.
Hunter shakes his head, lips curled in a small smile, "Nah, I should be fine. What about you?"
"My dads were already in their room to sleep when I left," Willow beams, giving her boyfriend a thumbs up. If she ever is caught, it will be worth the grounding, her giddiness can't be quelled in the slightest.
Hunter releases a breath of relief at her words, "let me know when you get home, okay?"
"I will, promise," she vows. She had been planning to text him the moment she returned anyways. She understands the giddiness Amity must have felt when she began dating Luz. Being with Hunter isn't enough sometimes, she wants to be with him always. Hear his voice. And if he can't be physically present, she can't help hovering over her scroll feet kicking in impatience as she waits for his slowly-typed reply. Her dads call it the 'honeymoon phase' and say it will be a constant ebb-and-flow over the course of a relationship. Willow hopes it never ebbs. "I really had fun on our date."
"Me too," Hunter replies softly and Willow almost wishes she was home squealing into her pillow. "Thanks for taking me out."
Maybe Papa didn't mean sneaking out of the house to take her boyfriend on a date when he told her to be a kid, but she's glad she decided to anyways. Maybe I should still hold off on posting the picture we took though.
"Are," a familiar voice pulls her out of her thoughts and Willow realizes she hasn't actually left. "You gonna go soon? It's getting late."
"Sorry," Willow squeaks, pink dusting her cheeks. "I'm gonna go now..." If anything, Willow only drifts closer to the window. "Sorry," she chuckles in admittance. "I guess I just don't wanna say goodbye yet."
Hunter smiles with a blush of his own, "me either." Brown eyes make a quick glance downwards and Willow knows they are thinking the same thing as she leans over, careful to not bump Clover into the wall. Just a few more minutes, she closes her eyes as Hunter kisses her again.
It is no effort to push back the Tiny Willow saying she should head back before Papa coincidentally gets up to go to the bathroom and peeks in Willow's room to make sure she's sleeping okay. It'll be fine, Willow tells herself. She relishes the feeling of Hunter's lips pressing softly into hers, still feeling like they're still in her secret spot surrounded by flowers and light spells.
She's just being a kidー a dumb kid with a boyfriend and a love that won't sit still.
Author's Note
Title comes from Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng (watch the Huntlow animatic by Rileyclaw using this song btw...) Crossposted on AO3.
Dana officially confirmed Hunter and Willow's sexualities as bi and pan respectively in the most recent PostHoot and I had to write something to celebrate. Plus I made Huntlow Nation blow up when I revealed on my tumblr that Willow calls Hunter her treasure in the JP dub of For the Future, so this is also my pat on the back. Willow is my comfort character in TOH and her having the same sexuality as me? Chef's kiss, truly we have something to be happy about in this year 2023. Truly hoping we get more Owl House related shows/books/etc. in the future and that she can get the IP from Disney, so let's definitely all continue being vocal about how much we love this series.
I got one of my moms into TOH and she loves it. Being trans herself, she thinks the show handled sexual/gender identities wonderfully and wishes the show had been giving the episodes it deserved.
Anyway, this news was just an excuse to write a Huntlow fic with a first official date and a first kiss. I just love how Willow hypes Hunter's interests after he spent an entire season being initimidated into silence about them or was brushed off/ignored or told his voice was annoying. So if Hunter wants to wear a Cosmic Frontier outfit And with Raeda being confirmed to be living together in the Owl House? A Raeda oneshot about that life is definitely boiling in my brain. And I definitely want to write a oneshot about Lumity having to adjust to not being able to see each other everyday once Luz is in the Human Realm for school and those little visits in between. The PostHoot really fed all of us... except for the Aladarius and Gustholomule shippers jfsndfkjn but at least we have our headcanons for now and hopefully some PostHoots in the future to get any confirmations. Fingers crossed, we manifest.
(Side note: considering Philip was from the 1600s, I can only imagine the casual nature in which the Demon Realm treats gender and sexual identity like it's the most natural thing in the world (which it should be over here :/) must have really gotten under his skin. But I suppose the reason he never went on to say that the Titan hated homosexuality etc. was because he probably figured witches were already depraved enough as it is and it should be no surprise to him that witches and demons would 'indulge in such proclivities'. Plus he was planning on killing them all anyway soー)
(Side side note: you know what else is a Huntlow song that you should give a listen? The Truth by India Arie. These two versuses specifically just send me down a Huntlow brainrot spiral:
I remember the very first day that I saw him
I found myself immediately intrigued by him
It's almost like I knew this man from another life
Like back then maybe I was his husband and maybe he was my wife
And even, the things I don't like about him are fine with me
Because it's not hard for me to understand him because he's so much like me
and
I love the way he speaks
I love the way he thinks
I love the way he treats his mama
I love that gap in between his teeth
I love him in every way that a woman can love a man
From personal to universal but most of all it's unconditional
and then the chorus?
'Cause he is the truth
Said he is so real
And I love the way that he makes me feel
And if I am a reflection of him then I must be fly 'cause
His light it shines so bright, no
Let a witch know if you ever give it a listen!)