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It’s been awhile since I’ve had something to share but this is the piece I wanted to have ready for Valentine’s Day but better late than never, right? No plot really, just cringe fluff 💛💚

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Hunter had a very specific way of managing stress. If there was something he needed or wanted to do that was important and he found it was overwhelming him, he would simply plan a series of slightly smaller but equally important tasks ahead of it to make the original task seem less intimidating.

It worked wonders in the coven. When he tried to work up the nerve to ask his uncle something important, he prolonged it by setting goals for himself to run a certain distance in a certain amount of time or memorize portions of the handbook or to make a certain amount of arrests first. The lists grew longer and more elaborate and while he did end up doing some things that previously caused him a great deal of anxiety, he still found a way to put off the thing he truly needed to do.

And despite the progress he had made, old habits die hard.

So now, here he was in the middle of Grom supposed to be enjoying the fruits of his labor but all he could do was scream internally. He had done the impossible, he had asked Willow to Grom and yet he couldn’t enjoy it because there was more (or at least there was supposed to be). Normally, this would be the impossible task he aspired to accomplish but he had one more outlandish feat to reach for and he was having trouble finding a solid, logical reason to keep putting it off.

“Gus,” Hunter whispered nervously under the guise of coming up to his table to request a song . “Are we totally sure that Willow knows we’re here together like on a date?”

Gus’ smile faded as he lowered his glasses to give his friend a look. “Seriously dude?” said Gus with a familiar sigh, having been there at every step of Hunter’s doubt and anxiety regarding his feelings for their friend. “I was there: she said yes. She said yes and hugged you and like a billion flowers bloomed in her hair. She was obviously so beyond happy that you asked her, why are you so worried?”

“Because of how I said it,” groaned Hunter. “I said ‘do you want to go to Grom’ I didn’t say ‘with me’ or ‘as a date.’ I mean, of course she wanted to go!”

“Hunter, seriously?”

“Yes, seriously!”

With no impending doom or unrealistic and unhealthy expectations set for him, Hunter’s mind had more time and room to focus on more pleasant things. His feelings for Willow had been progressing slowly in the background but now that he was embracing what it meant to be a normal teenager, his feelings rose to the surface as soon as they could. Now there was no reason to feel guilty about getting distracted by the sound of her laughter or practicing jokes in the mirror before bed each night to try and impress her. No, guilt was not a feeling he associated with Willow but the feelings he did associate with the plant witch were unique and powerful and confusing.

Hunter’s friends had assured him this was a totally normal way to feel about a crush, but Hunter didn’t have much experience with normalcy and he highly doubted that he’d ever get used to the way his lungs stopped working when she stood near him. So when he had decided to do something about these feelings, he approached it with the extreme attention detail he had always approached everything.

The only difference was that unlike a vast majority of his other interests, Willow was real.

“Well usually when you do a gromposal it means you want to go as more than friends ,” said Gus. “Otherwise you say ‘hey since we don’t have dates let’s all go to Grom as friends.’ You usually don’t spend all night arranging her favorite flowers to spell ‘GROM?’ on the flyer derby field for someone you like as just a friend.”

Hunter blushed, rather pleased with how his efforts had turned out. He had aimed for something both grand and personal in hopes it would translate to romantic. It had been a unique challenge to get Willow to look down as she was so focused on winning their usual end of practice match (loser paid for the eyescream) but when she finally did, her expression was priceless.

They had flown back up so she could take a selfie with it in the background and he had made it his scroll’s wallpaper because he simply could not stop looking at it.

“But we had already agreed to go as a group so how can I be sure that she knows I asked her specifically because I like her as more than just a friend if we’re doing group things all night because I don’t know what to do on a date.”

“You can just be direct, dude,” said Gus. “Tell her you like her and you’re having a good time and stuff.”

Hunter had no problem doing that, he had done it plenty of times. Whenever Willow planned something or suggested they do something like that, he always made sure to tell her what a nice time he had. It was just proper manners. But complementing her in a way that voiced his constant thoughts was another thing. He could tell her the cafe she suggested was a great spot any day of the week, or that her plants were looking strong, but he wanted to tell her his admiration for her far surpassed anything she merely did , it encompassed everything she was . It was confusing because it seemed like something beyond mere words, he wanted to express his gratitude every time she messaged him or said his name or walked into a room.

For some reason he thought Grom would give him the courage to do it.

“It’s just that… there’s… more …”

“More?” Gus repeated, intrigued. “More how ?”

“It’s just… well Luz might have mentioned- and I’m not saying this is the only reason I asked Willow to come with me- that sometimes at Grom people who are more than friends have certain ways to… express that.”

Gus narrowed his eyes and offered Hunter a knowing smirk. “You wanna kiss her, don’t you?”

Hunter wrung his hands as his breathing became shallow, his eyes darting over to Willow laughing with Luz and Amity and Hunter felt a familiar lightheadedness that the event’s ambiance had been amplifying all night.

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, knowing he couldn’t and truthfully did not want to deny it. “Yeah. I do. Very much.”

“Dude!” Gus explained, playfully punching him in the arm. “That’s great! You should go for it!”

“I mean, there’s just one problem with that…”

“What? Bad breath?”

“No, I- wait,” Hunter quickly checked his breath to ensure he hadn’t neglected that detail. He had been chewing mints all day. “No, not that. It’s just that, well, uh,” he chuckled nervously as the words quickly spilled out of him. “Willow maaaay be under the impression that I don’twanttokissher.”

“And whyyy exactly would she think that?”

“Well…”

Three weeks earlier:

“Hunter!” Willow greeted him joyfully as she opened the door to find him waiting with an equally wide smile to hers. “Hi! You’re right on time!”

“Oh, that’s a relief, I timed my pace so I would be,” he said

“Did you bring the stuff?” Willow asked with a giggle.

He held up his book bag with pride. “Got it all right here, safe and sound.”

“Perfect!” said Willow, her voice low and mischievous. “Let’s go!”

“Perfect! Yeah, okay let’s go-woah!”

Willow excitedly reached out to take his wrist to pull him inside and Hunter happily trailed after her.

“Dad! Papa! Hunter is here and he says hi and we’re gonna be in my room!” she called as she ran up the stairs.

“Okay petal, sounds good! Hello Hunter!” called Harvey.

“Hello sirs!” Hunter called back as best he could.

“Have fun!” Gilbert added.

“We will!” Willow called back as they finally made it to her room and just as she was about to shut the door behind them, her fathers added in unison:

“And make sure the door stays open!”

Willow groaned in defeat as she obliged, as though she had been hoping to outrun the instruction.

“Why do they always say that?” Hunter asked as he unpacked his bag, a collection of threads and patches as they prepared for a long evening of uniform customization to surprise the Entrails for their upcoming game with personalized jackets. Darius was always asking him to close his door, mostly because of how loud he liked to play his music.

“Oh, you know how they get,” she said simply, rolling her eyes endearingly. “They’re just overprotective.”

“Are they… scared of me?” Hunter asked, his voice low and hurt and Willow jumped to address the misunderstanding.

“Oh, no! No, nothing like that I promise,” Willow assured him with a smile he knew could never be deceptive. “No, they love you, they really do. They wanna give us our space but they also wanna make sure we’re not up here kissing.”

Hunter completely stopped working.

"What?” he basically squeaked after a moment, certain he had misheard her somehow.

“Oh, well ya know if we keep the door open then they think we’ll be less likely to kiss because they can like walk by and see,” Willow explained casually as she went to help him unpack the bag.

“W-why would they think we would be up here k-kissing?” Hunter asked in a panicked chuckle before clearing his throat, he felt like he was on the surface of the sun. “Ya know, cause we’re totally not.”

“Well, yeah I know that but if we leave the door open they’ll know that too,” said Willow with a shrug. “Personally, I think they’re just nosey because of how they used to be when they played flyer derby.”

“How come they never say it when Gus is with us?’

“Uh, it’s just a dad thing I guess,” said Willow, as she sorted the supplies trying not to show the mild blush creeping on her face. She knew why but she didn’t know how to say how she knew why.

“Just a dad thing, sure,” Hunter repeated lightly. So her dads thought there was a possibility they would kiss? Cool, cool, cool, no biggie. He knew he had been the last one to arrive at the Park residence several times and opened the door to find her and Gus laughing on their scrolls, or Luz or Amity would be over when he came to pick her up to go train and often the door was even locked. No he was the common denominator. He suddenly recalled Camila had a similar rule for when Luz and Amity were left alone. His mind raced to connect the dots as he realized that the Parks thought that if the two of them were specially left unsupervised, that they would…

“Ha ha yeah! A dad thing, totally!” Hunter exclaimed with forced laughter. “So totally not based on anything! Haha, because that would never happen!”

“Um, okay?”

“Yeah because we don’t, I mean we’ve never, we would never… I mean, what?”

“Are you okay, Hunter?” asked Willow, sitting on the edge of her bed beside him. He suddenly was aware of how often they sat on her bed together. Why did that make him feel nervous?

“Yeah, I’m totally fine!” he said, very much aware of how much he was sweating. “I’m great! I’m totally not thinking about kissing you! Ya know, if you want I can run downstairs and let your dads know they don’t have to worry about the door because of how much I don’t think about it!”

“Um…”

“I mean, you and me? Us? Kissing? Pssh!” Hunter continued, unaware of how to stop talking. “Who even thinks about that sometimes? That’s, uh, woah that’s a good one!”

Willow’s fathers must have read his mind or his diary somehow because Hunter had definitely thought about it. Never on purpose, it’s just one of those random scenarios that your mind makes up every few days, right? He couldn’t help that one day he realized that Willow was the perfect height to kiss on the forehead. Like, it would take very little effort just to lean forward and gently press her lips below her hairline. It had been in the human realm, the first time he had helped her in the garden and had ended up being chased by a swarm of bees. When Clover stepped in to explain things, she pulled him into an embrace to ensure he hadn’t been hurt and to let him know how happy she was that he had come out with her. When he looked down to assure her that he was fine, the thought devoured every corner of his mind. The action would certainly convey his feelings, would summarize words he wasn’t sure had been invented yet. It would just be really nice actually.

Over time, that thought evolved. His daydreams wandered to fetch visions of some nicer timeline where they had met under different circumstances and he was the kind of bold who kissed her hand when they met or kissed her cheek when they parted ways. The first time his unconscious mind leapt to insert them in place of O’Bailey and Ivy in the famous scene under the endless moon of Jupiter 7 where they sealed their love for each other with a kiss, Hunter awoke in a cold sweat feeling like he had reached a point of no return. But it must not be okay because Willow’s dads were clearly taking actions to prevent it and Hunter felt he needed to deny these claims, lest the front door to the Park house be closed to him forever.

“I mean, w-why would I try to kiss you? That just seems so-.”

“I got it, Hunter,” said Willow sternly as she rose to move the supplies to her desk. She kept her back to him as she organized the needles and threads. Her voice lacked its usual spunk, it was a tone he was unfamiliar with. “Message received, you don’t wanna kiss me. I’ll let my dads know they have nothing to worry about.”

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“Dude…” was all Gus could say as Hunter finished his retelling.

“I know, I know!” Hunter groaned as he covered his face with his hands. “It’s bad, right?”

“It’s…not great,” Gus couldn’t lie. “But hey, it didn’t stop her from saying yes! That’s good, right?”

“But her dads think there’s a possibility that I would want to kiss her so much that they keep the door open to prevent it,” Hunter was letting all his pent up worries spiral out of him while Willow was out of earshot, but luckily Gus had become a pro at reeling him back in.

“They probably just remember what it's like to be young and have a crush on someone.”

“How do her dads know I have a crush on her?”

Gus couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little. “I mean, did you ever consider that you weren’t the one they were worried about?”

“What do you mean? I was the only one there.”

“I just mean, they know Willow better than they know you…”

“I’m not following.”

Gus sighed, knowing that the sharing of Willow’s feelings was not his responsibility but he couldn’t help relating to her frustration with Hunter’s inability to pick up hints no matter how obvious.

“Hunter, you got this far, just be honest.” he said sincerely. “We both know you want to tell her you like her.”

“I mean is that too much for one night?” Hunter asked in a panicked whisper. “Should I tell her I like her first and then reschedule the ki- or, hold on it’s probably weird to schedule that, huh? I mean what if she doesn’t feel that way about me and then boom! I’ve ruined her night because she’ll always remember this Grom as the night she couldn’t enjoy herself because I don’t know how to tell her I think about kissing her without being weird. Titan, and she just looks so… gah, is it hot in here?”

“Hunter, I promise nothing could ruin this night for Willow,” Gus chuckled. “Do you remember how excited she was when you asked her? You barely finished the question before she tackled you, you guys nearly fell to your death because she was so happy. It’s all she’s been talking about all week, I promise that you telling her you think she’s awesome will not ruin her night.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” Gus said confidently. “Just don’t get too in your head, you know? Willow cares about you, she wants you to have a good time too. She’s not gonna care if you’re a bad kisser.”

“Thanks Gus, you know I really-,” Hunter cut himself off and offered his friend a glare as his voice became low and menacing. “I didn’t say I was worried I’d be a bad kisser.”

As Gus continued to attempt giving his friend a pep talk, across the room Willow could not take her eyes off Hunter.

“Doesn’t he look so cute?” sighed Willow dreamily as she stood beside Luz at the punch bowl.

“Darius and I may have to disagree with you on that,” Amity laughed as she poured Luz some punch. “After all the hours we spent suit shopping and at the tailor, he comes down the stairs in another ensemble from 2008.”

“Well you said he couldn’t wear the Cosmic Frontier cosplay,” Luz reminded her girlfriend. “So he had to make an impression somehow , and you know how much he wants to impress Willow.”

“Did he really say that?” Willow took a break from her string to gleefully ask. She felt like she was going to leap out of her skin as she looked back at him knowing he had gone out of his way to put in so much effort for her sake yet again. “Well you can tell him it’s working.”

“Ew, tell him yourself,” Amity groaned playfully.

“Oof, believe me I’m trying,” Willow chuckled softly.

“Are you guys having fun on your daaaaate?” Luz asked with a raised eyebrow.

She waved at him from across the room and he bashfully waved back, straightening his spine when he saw he had her attention. Willow giggled, finding it charming and endearing. She had been looking forward to this moment for weeks, preparing to ask him before he had beaten her to it. She knew he wanted tonight to be special, he was going all out at every turn to make sure she was comfortable and having fun.

She couldn’t help but hope it was all leading to something more.

Two weeks ago:

They were walking down the sidewalk in the human realm, revisiting an ice cream shop they had grown fond of when they had been trapped in the human realm. They had made sure to get a pint of their newest flavor of the month for Gus who had stayed at the Noceda’s to help Camila set up her old projector for a special viewing of the Cosmic Frontier holiday special that had only aired once that she had recently found her old recording of on a device even Luz considered historic.

Willow had recently caught up with the reading required to understand the special, but Camila had informed her that it was not canon and rather controversial in the fandom. This excited Willow and so she was spending their walk back trying to guess the wildest thing that could happen as though composing a bingo list to enhance the experience.

“...I also think they’ll reveal Ivy has a twin and O’Bailey will go to confess his feelings and then you find out it’s her twin and so it won’t count,” Willow continued. “And I know no one knows O’Bailey’s secret and it feels like they definitely don’t find out until closer to the end but I feel like memory loss is gonna be a big part of-.”

“I would wanna kiss you!” he blurted, unable to hold it in anymore. It had been weighing on him all week and hearing her talk about his favorite thing while looking so stunning sent him over the edge.

“What?”

“Er not right now!” He said, realizing the volume of his admission made it seem like he intended to follow though at that very moment. “I mean well yes right now as in I still feel that way but I’m not saying it because that’s what I… I just, I mean last week when I said that I wouldn’t kiss you I wasn’t saying that because I thought it would be unlikeable or unpleasant.”

“Oh,” Willow said, shaking herself out of her daze as she made the connection. “Wait, is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”

“I’ve been acting weird?”

“No, well yes but no I mean,” Willow smiled as she swung the bag of treats, feeling giddy at his timing. “I could tell you’ve been worried about something, but have you been making yourself crazy just to tell me that kissing me wouldn’t be so bad?”

That was definitely part of the reason but a larger percentage was what he had planned for tomorrow after practice: a gromposal that had been in the works since he had learned the term. But he couldn't give that way, not just yet.

“I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t offended you.” Hunter said softly. “I didn't want you to think I didn't want to because it didn't sound appealing, I’m sure it would be… nice.”

“So then what's the real reason you don't wanna kiss me?” Willow asked with a sly smile that faltered when she saw the color leave Hunter’s face. “Oh no Hunter, I was only teasing! It’s fine, really! I know you didn’t mean anything by it! It’s okay, really!”

“I just meant that your dads wouldn’t need to worry because I would never kiss you unless you wanted me to,” Hunter clarified with a deep breath. There, perfect. Now they could continue their way back to the house in peace and there would be nothing more to worry about or-

“Okay what if I said I wanted you to,” she began, her voice dancing and spinning like a vine twisting its way to the top of a fence, eager to see the other side. “What if I said I wanted you to and you had no doubt that I was totally okay with it? Would you… do it then?

“Is that… what's happening right now?”

Willow bit her lip as she took in the sight of the tall, nervous boy in front of her. He cared about her so much, so much it made him nervous. She knew everything he cared about he cared about intensely and with unbreakable loyalty. But she had suspected for awhile that the way he cared about her was different. That was what made it so familiar to her.

“What would you say if it was?” She said, giving a non answer. Because it was one thing to say ‘I want to kiss you’ but somehow even harder to ask ‘Do you want to kiss me?’ because didn’t other conversations have to happen first? Surely he was holding back because of the feeling that needed to be attached. Willow was nearly positive they shared these feelings, she was so so certain that a mind reader would know they were on the same page but neither wanted to risk losing what they had built by adding something heavier on.

But actions were louder than words, and a little harder to misinterpret.

“I uh, well I guess I-I would say…” Hunter stuttered to try and give a response without giving too much away. He had no way to support his theory with experience, but he knew that kissing Willow would be pleasant, it would be warm and soft and safe. But he couldn’t speak to the experience she would have.

But Willow once again shared his thoughts.

When Willow had woken up that morning, she had not intended to kiss Hunter in the middle of the sidewalk forgetting the urgency of getting their icy treats home before they melted, but at this moment she couldn’t imagine continuing the day without doing so. So many times they had been on the brink and being more, of something slipping that platonic friends did not harbor for one another. It was small and dramatic and silly and confusing and always there like a snowball rolling down a hill growing faster and bigger with every inch. She had always been a fan of directness, of being open and honest but she didn’t know how to say she felt this way plainly. It could be done in three words, nothing crazy complicated about that, right?

But something always held her back.

As she tried to summon a response both clever and truthful to try and help him find his own, the sound of church bells reminded them they were on a timed limit. More specifically, they were supposed to be back at the house before four o clock, which the bells indicated it now was.

“Well, anyway, we should probably be getting back,” he said, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “I know Gus is probably jumping off the walls waiting for us and I really wanna hear more of your theories.”

“Yeah, right of course,” said Willow softly, as she tried to shake away the haze she had wandered into. “Besides, they won’t stay cold forever but also my fingers are starting to freeze.”

“Oh well here let me take it,” said Hunter, his nerves letting up when he saw an opportunity to help her. Before she could say anything, he maneuvered the bag from her grip. “The cold doesn’t bother me anyway, it’s a grimwalker thing.”

She knew even if it did he would endure it for her sake. It was an action so simple and small but it made her heart spin every time he leapt to her aide. It wasn’t because he thought she needed his help but because he enjoyed helping her, because maybe he was looking for any reason to be closer to her, even for a moment.

“Well aren’t you sweet,” she said. As Hunter readjusted his grip on the bags, she went onto her tip toes and placed a quick but purposeful kiss to his cheek and continued to walk as though it was no big deal. “Thanks Hunter.”

Hunter froze, trying to process and replay and stay conscious. It had been so swift and soft but it was as though the brush of her lips inspired the world to stop and adopt new colors. It was like something finally clicked in his mind, that he had thought it so impossible because he did not know how to take that step but he should have known he would once again follow Willow’s lead.

Willow smiled to herself, knowing in an instant that her risk had paid off. He quickly caught up her as she continued with her Cosmic Frontier theories, secretly delighted by the way his face was red the rest of the way home.

The ball was in his court.

“Do you guys think he asked me because he likes me or because he knows how much I’ve always wanted a gromposal?” Willow asked.

“Um… both?” said Amity as she and Luz shared a confused and slightly concerned look.

“Willow, are you seriously doubting that Hunter is crazy about you?” Luz asked sternly.

“Well, I mean he could still like me and still have asked me just as a friend,” said Willow. “He’s been doing a lot to try and be a normal teenager, what if he just thought that Gromposals were a part of that because of how much I was talking about them when I thought I was dropping hints?”

“Well in my experience, friends don’t normally practice in their bedroom mirror how they’re going to ask just friends to dance with them,” said Luz.

“Well, I’ll believe it when I see it,” Willow said with a smile, Hunter actually had managed that. He could spin and shuffle with the best of them, but every time the music started to slow down he made an excuse to leave for the duration of the song. He would dance beside her, and she could tell he had practiced a few moves to impress her, but they weren’t dancing together . But she had a feeling with how much he built up the gromposal that he wanted his dance ask to be equally special.

“I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for the right song,” said Amity. “There’s this one he found in the human realm that Darius said he’s been playing nonstop because it reminds him of you.”

“Really?”

Amity’s eyes widened. “And I’m just now realizing that that was supposed to be a secret,” she grimaced. “Please forget I said anything.”

Across the room, Gus and Hunter were also discussing the song.

“Hunter, being the Grom host I have an obligation to keep the evening to a certain flow,” said Gus. “I can’t keep pushing back your song, the music has to flow, bro.”

“I know, I know,” he said nervously swirling his punch. “It’s just… every time I know it’s coming up I get in my head.”

The first few notes would start to play and Hunter would instinctively run past the joining couples with envy in the pit of his stomach to tell Gus to wait a little longer. The crowd would quickly recover, as Gus always knew the perfect transition out, and Hunter would walk back to her no closer to his goal than he was before.

“Well I have it queued up to play after we take our photo, so its time to figure it out,” said Gus sternly. “The worst thing that could happen is she says no.”

But that wasn’t true. Because she could say yes, thinking him asking meant he knew what he was supposed to do, but he knew if he was meant to take Willow by the waist and pull her close to him he would be paralyzed. And even if he wasn’t, what if after all the extreme movement he smelled or was sweaty and Willow would regret being so close to him? What if he tripped and fell? What if he stepped on her toes?

What if he thought about kissing her again?

In his mind he thought about using the idea of asking her to dance to delay the higher issue but Gus was right; it was time to figure it it

He didn’t ask Willow to Grom so he could sit in the corner hyperventilating about how much he liked her, no he wanted her to have a good time, and that was the perfect goal to distract him.

“Gus, do you have the song Willow likes? The one from the shoe commercial?”

“I might have had Luz help me get it, why do you ask?” Gus asked with a smirk that said he already knew.

“Can you play it?”

Hunter knew it would get Willow back on the dance floor in an instant, and he intended to be there when she rushed on in excitement. The iconic notes echoed, and Hunter saw Willow’s ears perk up as she turned her head to see it was true. In the human realm, Willow had been obsessed with the cheesy shoe commercial that played nonstop. And thusly, Hunter had been obsessed with how obsessed with it she was. It was improbable, everyone dancing in the street uninterrupted by traffic just because of how comfortable their shoes were.

Hunter stood in the center of the floor, his eyes locked confidentiality on her as they both knew what they had to do. Hunter got a running start and slid on his knees to her and quickly leapt up and gave her a wink, just as the actors did. Willow nearly squealed in delight, recognizing the reference instantly. She quickly grabbed his hand to lead him onto the floor and he happily followed behind her, feeling as though they traveled in slow motion. They fell into a comfortable rhythm, spinning and singing along just as they often did in the Noceda living room. It was too silly to be scary as Hunter found himself seeing her under the reflection of the mirror ball, her eyes shining as everything else around her melted away.

“You’re a really good dancer,” Willow said, catching her breath as the song started to fade out.

“Thanks,” he said, equally breathless. “Y-you too. Not that I’m surprised! You’re good at everything.”

She bit her lip as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, it helps to have a great partner,” she said shyly.

Hunter laughed nervously, becoming hyper aware of how close they were, how close they had been during the song. He saw her hand hovered beside his and he gently swung his own to knock into hers as though by accident. She inched closer.

“Well, just to be clear, you’re the great partner here,” Hunter said modestly, and Willow couldn’t help but blush, a string of small yellow flowers blooming in her hair. Something compelled him to take her hand, and he rubbed his fingers over her knuckle. He cleared his throat. “Willow, do you think-.”

“Willow! Hunter! C’mon! We’re next in line for the photo booth!” Gus called.

“We’ll be right there!” Willow called before turning back to him, giving his hand a small squeeze. “I’m sorry, what were you gonna say?”

He gulped, having the perfect chance to chicken out but knowing he didn’t want to. He pressed on right where he left off. “You think you might wanna dance some more after we take a photo? Like, just you and me? To like… a slower song?”

“Like a slower… romantic song?” Willow asked, testing the waters.

“Yeah, yeah t-the song could be romantic,” he gulped. “I-I-I’d prefer it to be romantic. With you.”

“Okay cool,” Willow said with a wide smile, sliding closer to him and lacing their fingers together. “Me too.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah,” she said brightly, absolutely smitten by the utterly adorable and shocked look he wore. “I’m having a really nice time with you, Hunter,”

He hadn’t messed it up. She was having a nice time, she was having a nice time with him. He took a deep breath and the words just started to pour out of him.

“Willow I just wanted to say that I’m having a great time with you too and that I always have a good time with you and when I asked you to Grom I didn’t ask you as a friend even though I really like being your friend but I asked you because I like you romantically and if you would prefer staying just friends I’m okay with that but I just wanted to thank you for agreeing to accompany me and express my admiration for you because I think you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met and also you look so pretty tonight it makes me feel dizzy.”

He leaned down and removed his hand from hers to cup her cheek as he quickly pressed a kiss to the other side before rushing to meet the others. His face was completely red and he fought through the lightheadedness to keep walking, stuffing his hands in his pockets to try and seem casual. He was too overwhelmed to wait to see her reaction.

He didn’t see that she was utterly enchanted as she watched him hurry with wide eyes as she touched the spot where he had kissed. A delighted smile overtook her face as she fluffed her dress and proceeded to float in the booth after him, her eyes fixated and determined. She was deaf to the chaos around her as the boy became surrounded by a vibrant, rosy frame. She had no doubt they were on the same page now, and the ball had returned to her court.

“Took you guys long enough! Tell Luz you vote for my pose first!” said Vee as Hunter was the first of the two to enter the booth, the rest of their friends in the middle of trying to agree on how to take the photo.

“Can we all even fit?” Amity asked as they tried to arrange themselves in frame.

“Yeah we just have to squeeze!” announced Luz. from beside her. “Gus, move over!”

“I will if Hunter does!” He replied as he turned to face his friend. “Hunter, dude, why-.”

Gus was greeted by Hunter wearing a face that he could only describe as seasick. His face was contorted like he wasn’t sure what to feel and as Willow entered his view just behind him wearing a soft, calm expression Gus knew why.

“You did it, didn’t you?” He whispered with a gasp and Hunter merely nodded, still feeling as though he could combust. Gus jumped up and gave his best friend a celebratory noogie.

“Willow, do you wanna stand by us or-.” Amity began to ask before catching sight of the dizzy expression her friend wore, an expression she knew all too well. She instantly knew the cause as she went to stand beside Hunter who was attempting to fix his hair. “No way,” she gasped as Willow wordlessly confirmed her thought by looking her focus on Hunter, shaking away the small flowers that had bloomed atop her head once again.

“Told you Amity!” Gus called victoriously before leaning down to whisper to Vee what had happened.

“Hunter, your bow tie is crooked,” called Luz as she pulled Vee back into the frame, too focused on preserving the memory to realize what was enfolding behind her.

“I’ll fix it,” said Willow with a dreamy smile as she reached out to adjust his tie. “I need to make sure my date looks his best for the photo, right?”

Hunter let out a high-pitched chuckle as Willow pulled him closer, and he didn’t really care that she technically wasn’t fixing his bow tie as her words echoed in his ears.

Date… date… date.

My date. She said he was her date. They were on a date, and they both knew it. She was his date and having a good time and it was all just so much that all he could do was give her a small nod of agreement.

“Hunter, put your arm around Willow.” Luz instructed as she looked at the positioning to try and get everyone in the shot.

“Yeah, Hunter put your arms around me,” Willow said dreamily as she used her hold on his bow tie to pull him even closer. Hunter felt transported, as though just being in her gaze made everything else around them melt. He had thought after his impulsive action she might look at him differently, but this was beyond his wildest dreams. Could it be that his impulsiveness was contagious? His hand cautiously hovered over her waist as he debated if he was indeed bold enough to put his arm around her. He felt like he was in a sauna as the sounds around them became muffled as he was overly aware of the sound of his heart beating. Or was it the sound of hers? He wasn’t sure if he technically had a heartbeat but whatever the case was as long as his eyes were on her everything was in slow motion again.

His eyes tried to spend equal time between her and the camera but there was a clear victor for his attention. “Have I told you how cute you look tonight?” Willow said with an airy giggle, deaf to the orders to smile and pay attention around her.

“Um hehe I-I don’t think so,” Hunter chuckled, his mouth dry.

“Well you do,” she giggled again, like it was some inside joke as she used her hold on his bowtie to keep him close. “Hunter, I wanted to tell you-.”

As Hunter turned his head to hear her better, he underestimated just how close they were and the movement caused their lips to touch unintentionally. Normally, that would be when Hunter melted into the floor or tried to vanish from existence, but even the small contact was enough to cause fireworks. That was when everything really stopped. It was nothing more than a peck, catching them both off guard, but there had never been a more happy accident.

She went down off her tiptoes slowly, both of them holding back any sign of a reaction until the other did. But there was no apology, nothing to be sorry for, nothing to regret, and once they both realized that they donned matching grins. They reentered reality together as the flash of the camera reminded them why they were here, and as their friends shouted their approval they also shouted out the themes of the poses they were supposed to be doing. Willow and Hunter got their bearings back and offered the camera a smile, which was not hard to do as they both couldn’t help but smile after what had just occurred. Another photo was taken and as the rest of the group moved and adjusted to do another pose, Hunter noticed his hand was still on Willow’s waist. Willow seemed to notice at the same time, and as her eyes found him again she was surprised to see he was already focused on her, or maybe he had never stopped.

Wordlessly they moved closer to each other until they realized they each possessed half of a magnet that was desperate to be kept together and found themselves in another kiss. This one was undoubtedly purposeful and not as sudden or quick as the first one. Willow’s arms went from holding his bow tie to drape around his shoulders taking a moment to plant lipstick marks all along his face. He saw the opportunity to use his hold on her waist to eagerly loft her off the ground, making a point to kiss her back. He wasn’t sure how he knew how, but he did and he felt like he could fly away as he felt her lips form a smile against his.

“Okay love birds, other people are waiting for the Photo Booth!”

It was like a record scratch as they stopped to remember where they were, eyes opening to come off whatever cloud they had been on as they faded back into reality once more. Willow leaned back to break the kiss, and Hunter couldn’t help but follow as though to savor the moment just a few moments more. She adjusted her glasses to better see the lipstick smudges she had left on his mouth and the side of his face paired with the goofy, awestruck look of disbelief.

“Sorry!” Willow giggled, as she looked around and realized the rest of their friends had left. “I guess we got carried away, huh?”

“Mhmhmhahaha,” Hunter squeaked in response, still trying to process that he was real and this was something that really happened to him in real life.

“Hunter, unless you wanna carry me out you’re gonna have to put me down,” Willow whispered.

“Oh yeah sorry yeah I can do that heh,” he said gently, setting her down. "We should uh, we should probably go.” He turned to leave but Willow caught his arm and pulled him out, so he left the correct way and didn’t re-enter the long line of other students waiting to take a photo.

“Well that’ll certainly be a photo for the scrapbook,” Willow laughed as she rested her head against his arm. They both felt that if they did not hold onto each other, they would float away. They knew the rest of the group was waiting for them by the bleachers ready to tease them, knowing from a distance they were at the ready with smirks of ‘About time’s and ‘I-told-you-so’s.

But Hunter was still lost in this impossible daydream beyond anything he thought possible. He couldn’t help but feel it had ended too soon, and now he truly had nothing standing in his way.

“Willow,” he began delicately as he cleared his throat, trying to seem calm and casual. “Would you want to uh, I-I mean if you could come with me, if you wanted to of course, outside where we could be alone, if you were okay with that, and I thought we could-.”

“Hunter and I are gonna go kiss in the hallway!” Willow announced giddily to the group as she redirected him to the door. His gaze darted between his friends and the wonderful girl who somehow read his mind, knowing thoughts he struggled to vocalize.

“Haha, whaaat? No, I mean that’s not.. I mean it’s not…” he realized it was pointless to try and hide his glee and as he allowed the dopey grin to overtake him as he embraced the moment and picked up the pace to follow her yet again and forever to no one’s surprise. “Heh, I’m Hunter.”

As they ran out the gym together, Hunter made sure to keep the door open behind them.

#huntlow #Winter toh #huntlow fanfiction #toh #the owl house #Willow park #Hunter toh

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lollytea · 2 years

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oh willows 100% gonna be next years grom queen. the emerald entrails + luz n amity + maybe her dads (chaperoning) make a lil cheer for her on the gym bleachers. and who is leading the cheer, green shoes to green hair dye? her bf :). hunter takes his boyfriendly duties v seriously

My absolute favourite headcanon ever is that next year it's gonna be Grom King Gus. But Grom Queen Willow is also Such A Concept to think about.

Like fucking imagine. Judging from how enthusiastic she was last year, Willow loves grom. And last year her confidence was only beginning to improve, so imagine how pumped she's gonna be this time around. She's become her best self! She's super popular, she's one of the school's star athletes, she's got a group of best friends, she's even got a boyfriend. Last year's grom was already so fun so this year can only be a million times better!!

I like to think that while she is dating Hunter, it's very recent development so they're both still getting adjusted to the whole thing. There's a good bit of shyness but lots of sincerity too. With this being the case, Willow still felt the need to formally ask him. (With at least a little legitimate anxiety that he'd say no. Girl?? That's your boyfriend??) Anyway after one adorable little flower themed gromposal later, Hunter said yes and everything was going fantastic!!

Her dress from last year has gotten kinda tight so her dads bought her a brand new one and she adores it!! She really liked her other dress but she certainly looks and feels much older now and this new one reflects that. Love the idea that Willow's always been pretty "meh" about her appearance but ever since she started dyeing/braiding her hair and wearing the gold glasses she's been like "Hold on. I'm pretty..." and when she tries on her new dress for the first time, she gets so excited!! She's pretty!!! She's going to grom with her boyfriend and she's gonna look so pretty!!!

So things are going great. Willow is genuinely so happy with everything and buzzing with anticipation that this night is gonna be fun and silly and magical. Until this year's grom royalty is announced. And it's her.

Her smile slips momentarily, as the hallway goes silent, only for it to pluck back up as she publicly expresses her gratitude for being chosen. Of course it's her. She knows she's strong, she knows she's powerful, she knows that she's got a good chance of coming out of this victorious. And now that she thinks about it, yeah, she wants to do this. She'd like to keep Grometheus at bay for tonight as much as anybody. She wants everybody else to have a fun grom. And if you want a job done right, you better do it yourself.

Her friends would stand a fighting chance but Willow doesn't want a single one of them getting involved. Luz and Amity already went through it once. Gus adores his MC gig far too much to give it up. And Hunter...Hunter shouldn't be put in harm's way again for as long as he lives. That leaves Willow.

So it's fine :) She'll handle this pesky monster for everyone else's sake :) Not the grom she was expecting but probably the grom she's supposed to have, given who she is :)

She might have been looking forward to a chill fun night but it's fine :)

If Willow is disappointed or nervous in any way, she doesn't let it show. But Gus picks up on it. As does Hunter. They both offer to take her place but Willow forbids it. ("You will let me handle this one on my own. Understood?") She makes them promise. So neither intervene when the time finally comes.

All of Willow's excitement for grom fizzles out in favour of restless anxiety. She's pretty sure she's got this but any witch in their right mind fears Grometheus at least a little and Willow is no exception.

Willow still dolls herself up for the evening. She's hoping that maybe, once she gets this out of the way, the rest of the night will still be her ideal grom. She throws on the new dress that she's in love with. Amity comes over to do her hair into an elaborate braided up-do, interwoven flowers and all. But when she looks in the mirror and sees a beautiful girl staring back at her, she can't even summon that bubbling giddiness. Damn this stupid monster for her constant stomach churning pit of dread.

But once she's in that arena, glowing spell bangles at her wrists and the Fear Bringer itself staring her down, what is there to alleviate her terror? Gus's projected voice, carrying over the crowd as he hypes her up to the sky. Luz, Amity, Viney, Skara, and several others chanting a cheer specially tailored for her. And orchestrating this chant with utterly off-the-walls enthusiasm? Her ridiculous boyfriend, dressed like a string bean. Willow will find the time to laugh about this later. When she's not fighting for her life and everyone else's.

She loves Hunter very much. She loves all of them very much. Which is why she is going to wrap this up as swiftly as she can.

The fight between the Grom Queen and the Fear Bringer rages on, and though Willow is not failing by any means, Grometheus shows no signs of weakening. She accumulates a myriad of cuts, scrapes and bruises and even if she's still standing upright, she doesn't know how much longer she can hold out.

That's when the monster, now in the form of a giant clawed beetle, lunges for her. And though she dodges, unscathed, she stares down in devastation at the jagged tear in the skirt of her beautiful dress.

Enough. She has had enough.

Willow goes fucking ballistic.

"YOU" She thunders, eyes an electric green glow. "ARE RUINING MY GROM NIGHT"

She doesn't want to be here. She wants to be laughing and taking dumb pictures with her friends. She wants to be spinning around in her (now ruined) dress. She wants to be dancing with her boyfriend.

She can't do any of those things as long as this fucking creature stands in her way.

Willow's fear is overwhelmed by a burst of rage and in one final riot of raw power, Grometheus succumbs to defeat, slithering into hiding for another year.

She can't even summon the performance energy to smile as the tiara lands on her head and her classmates rush to congratulate her. She knows it's silly, so she doesn't want to make a big deal about it, but she's quite upset about her dress.

Willow is ushered into the Healing Homeroom and Viney and Emira tend to her injuries. She doesn't speak much as they tell her what an awesome job she did, only offering a smile and nod and an occasional "Hm." She fiddles with one of the many undone locks of hair. Amity's beautiful braided handiwork had come almost completely undone. Flowers remain loosely tangled in the strands that brush her shoulders.

Once the healing spells are complete and Viney and Emira return to the dance floor, Willow opts to stay put for the moment. She barely has a minute alone before he's standing in the doorframe.

Despite how low she feels, she laughs at the sight of him.

Hunter frowns. "You said that you like me in green."

"I'm sorry. I do, yes. I kinda miss your suit from earlier though."

"If it's a suit the Grom Queen wants, it's a suit she'll get."

With a wave of his staff, Hunter's attire is as polished and beautiful as when he showed up at her doorstep this evening.

Willow does a joking little swoon and a round of applause. Blushing slightly, Hunter humors her with a bow before sitting down beside her.

He pulls the decorative handkerchief out of his breastpocket and Willow is puzzled before she feels his rough fingers gently tip up her chin to the light.

Hunter informs her that there is grime from the fight smeared all over her face. He diligently cleans it off.

"Your dress is pretty." He says, after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

This was the second time he had said this tonight. The first time she had said thank you. Now her stomach sinks.

"Was." Willow replies glumly, fingers threading through the torn fabric.

Hunter's eyes narrow to where she's currently fidgeting. He then reaches into yet another pocket and withdraws a little red box. And when he pops off the lid, its contents are needles and threads, expertly organized by colour and size.

"It won't be a perfect mend." Says Hunter, fiddling with his sewing kit. "But it's important to you so...I could give it a shot?"

For the next several minutes, Willow sits patiently as Hunter stitches her dress back together, entertaining her with anecdotes of suit shopping with Darius and brainstorming the "Willow is Awesome" chant with the rest of their friends.

Willow is not the primped up doll that she was a few hours ago. You could certainly tell she had been in battle. Her dress is still a little dirty but the care Hunter took to mend it makes her heart melt. Her elaborately plaited hairstyle is now a sloppy mess but Amity promised earlier that she'd stop by some other time to do it again whenever Willow wanted to look especially cute. (She was thinking on her next date with Hunter.) Plus, she has to admit that the Grom Queen tiara is beautiful.

Not just the tiara. She's still beautiful. Hunter tells her as much and when she looks back at him, she knows he's not just saying it. That boy is incapable of telling her a convincing lie.

This grom has not gone the way Willow hoped it would. But it's not all that bad either. At the very least, she's gonna make the most of the night.

"C'mon." Says Hunter, tentatively linking his fingers through hers. "We gotta get back to the gym before everybody wonders where you are. Pretty sure Luz wants a dance with the Grom Queen."

As the two cross the classroom, Hunter carries on. "Oh and Amity too."

Willow grins.

"Pretty sure Gus expressed an interest in a dance also..."

She nods. "Of course he did. I am in very high demand for dances."

Hunter hums.

"And uhh..." He mutters. "Me too maybe."

For the second time in this stressed induced nightmare of an evening, Hunter manages to make Willow burst into laughter.

"Do I need to remind you that you're my date? You get the honor of being the Grom Queen's first dance."

She means it as a silly little joke and speaks with an ironic air of regality.

But the comedy falls to pieces when Hunter looks back at her, and a bright beam of pure awe splits his pretty face. Pink stains his cheeks and excitement sparks in his irises.

He does consider it an honor. He does think she's beautiful, battle blemished and everything.

She wants to blush until the heat turns her skin to ash. She wants to sweep him off his feet and on to the dance floor right this minute. She wants to kiss him.

He's her grom date. He's her boyfriend. And she loves him.

#sorry. as soon as you said ''grom queen willow'' i started thinking way too much #huntlow

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I got sidetracked from my very long Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor AU to write this little drabble, because I have feelings about Gustholmule and Huntlow

Gus was sitting on the back porch steps, watching as Willow helped Mrs. Noceda, with her little backyard garden, excitedly learning about all the earthly plants the Boiling Isles didn't share. Before he knew he'd done it, Gus had cast an illusion spell at his feet, creating a little model of the Illusinist's Graveyard. He couldn't help thinking about how if he were still home, today would be one of the days when he would be at the graveyard fixing it up and just who he would be fixing it with.

"Hey," Hunter's voice snapped him back to the present, the illusion spell popping out of existence as he looked over to the other boy as he sat down next to him on the steps. "What was that?" Hunter asked, gesturing to the empty space the illusion spell had once occupied. Gus felt his cheeks heat up, and he looked away, embarrassed.

"Uh, well, it's this illusionist's graveyard. I kinda messed it up so the caretaker is making me and Matty- I-I mean, a friend-," he winced at himself, hoping Hunter wouldn't catch his nervous stutter. "Clean the place up. It's just today's generally the day when we do that. I guess I just kinda miss..." he trailed off as he realized just who he was missing.

"...Matty?" Hunter filled in the blank, tilting his head to the side, letting a cheeky smile grow on his face as he looked at Gus.

Gus laughed, "If you ever meet him, you can't call him that. He hates it."

"Oh? So he only lets you call him that, huh?" Hunter nudged Gus playfully.

"Ha. 'Lets me' is kind of a strong way to put it."

"So if I can't call him Matty then what do I call him?"

"Mattholomule."

"Oh. Wow, huh," Hunter did his best to hold back the laugh bubbling from his lips.

"Yeah, I know. And he's just as dorky as his name," Gus really didn't mean to make that sound as lovesick as it did. "It's kinda stupid, but I had this plan- I mean not a plan plan, but an idea, a thought, just I was thinking maybe I'd do a gromposal and ask him to Grom at the graveyard next year or something." He paused, fidgeting with his hands.

"I see," Hunter nodded taking in the new information. "One question, what's Grom?"

Gus looked up at Hunter surprised, "Wait, seriously?" Hunter made a face shrugging. "Oh, well there's this demon that the top student gets picked to fight each year, Amity and Luz defeated last time with the power of dance and mutual pining, and then once the demon's defeated we have a party. People get dressed up and ask each other to go with them, and we all just dance and have a good time mostly."

"So you wanna ask him to be your date?"

Gus' eyes widened, and he reeled back, caught off guard by the question. "I-I mean, people ask each other as friends all the time." Hunter just raised his eyebrow. "...But yeah, gromposals are usually romantic and I- yeah, I want him to be my date." He looked down rubbing the back of his neck self consious.

Hunter smiled at him, "Well, you know we've got a while before next year, I can help you come up with an actual plan for your gromposal."

"You really think we'll find a way back to the Isles by then?"

Hunter paused to think about his answer, "I think, I've seen you guys do a lot of impossible things since I've met all of you and if there's anyone who could find a way back home in less than a year, it's you four."

"It's the five of us now, you know." Gus nudged Hunter.

The two smiled at each other silent for a moment before Willow's laughter rang out, pulling both of their attention towards her. She had her head thrown back, and her eyes closed, laughing brightly at something Mrs. Noceda had said to her as the two kneeled on the ground, planting seeds and tending the plants. With the sun behind her giving her a halo and glinting off her glasses, Hunter found himself getting lost in just how pretty she was, especially when she was laughing. Gus let his eyes slip from Willow to Hunter, he smirked as he took in the light pink blush, dusting his cheeks and the points of his ears, the look in his eyes so awestruck that Gus could tell that to Hunter the rest of the world had disappeared.

"You know, I could also help you plan your own gromposal." Gus rocked his body into Hunter's teasingly, knocking the other boy out of the trance Willow had put him under.

Hunter turned to Gus face and ears now fully red, with an expression of panic. "Wha- what?! I don't- I mean I didn't- uh-" Hunter stuttered, and Gus couldn't help but fall apart into full body laughter.

"Sorry, sorry," Gus said, trying to get his laugh under control as Hunter just glared at him with a red face. "I promise your secret crush on Willow is safe with me." He said, making an X over heart. "Well, and Luz and Amity and probably Mrs. Noceda and Vee, oh, and Skara and Viney, too."

"What?!" Hunter's eyes widened. "Does everyone know?"

"No, actually, lucky for you, Willow doesn't. Unlucky for you, she's the only one."

Hunter groaned, letting his face fall into his hands, his ears, and face thoroughly on fire. Gus patted him on the back, and Hunter slipped his hands down his face, looking at Gus through the corner of his eye.

"You're sure she doesn't know?"

"Oh yeah, she's got no idea. Willow doesn't really realize when people like her, she kinda has more experience with the opposite, but that's really not my story to tell."

Hunter furrowed his eyebrows, stealing a glance back to the plant witch just as she cast a little spell circle showing Mrs. Noceda how she could make the seed grow into a full plant in seconds. The excitement from the mother was almost infectious as she gasped, pulling Willow into a hug as the girl just laughed. The scene in front of him spoke the absolute opposite story that Gus had just given him. Hunter looked back at the other boy with a skeptical expression. Gus raised his hands in an 'I don't know' gesture.

"Like I said, not my story to tell. But when you ask her out, just be clear about it being a date, or she might not realize it."

"Wait, what do you mean 'when'. I never said I was going to ask her out."

"Dude, you're gonna ask her out." The way Gus said it so confident like it was a fact caught Hunter off guard.

"Wha- I- no."

"Yes. You're gonna ask her out, or I'm gonna ask her out for you."

"You're gonna ask her out for me?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

"I'll write a note and sign your name."

"No, you won't."

"Try me." Gus raised his brows in a challenge and they had a mini staring contest.

"No, you won't."

"No, I won't. But I am gonna help you ask her out, and so will Luz and possibly Amity, but we haven't asked her yet."

"Did it ever occur to you guys that I don't want your help?"

"It did."

"And?"

"And we're gonna help you anyway." Gus grinned.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say." Hunter sighed rolling his eyes.

"Hey," Willow's voice startled them from their conversation. She had left the garden and stood in front of them sitting on the steps. Hunter stood up immediately surprised by her arrival, cheeks red hoping she hadn't heard any of the conversation he and Gus were having.

"Hey! Hi, you um- how was uh gardening." He stuttered out, cringing as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

She just smiled before excitedly talking about the different plants that were in the garden and the ones she was thinking about bringing back to the Boiling Isles. Gus sat back and watched his friends as they talked, taking in Hunter's lovesick smile and the light pink blush that had settled over his cheeks after his surprise had worn off, and Willow's excited rambling, the way she looked up at Hunter from under her lashes telling Gus just how mutual Hunter's secret crush really was.

Oh yeah, he and Luz were definitely gonna help Hunter ask Willow out.

#ignore me #huntlow #gustholomule #toh #the owl house #willow park #hunter toh #gus porter #augustus porter #mattholomule toh #fanfiction

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