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Introducing...
I've been working hard on this fic over the past week or so, and I'm super excited to finally post about it! It's a Percy Jackson/Demigod AU, and has been an absolute blast to write so far!
@lunar-jewels has been the coolest ever and is beta reading for me. (Thank you so much!!)
(Also, I am fully aware the title on the cover and on ao3 don't match, I'll fix it later)
SUMMARY:
Luz Noceda’s life has never been normal, but everything gets ten times weirder after her new principal tries to kill her. As it turns out, the ancient myths aren’t just legends, as Luz had thought they were. The myths are very much real, and they’re determined to make Luz’s life miserable.
Now she’s on a quest, and she doesn’t even know who her godly parent is. But if she and her friends don’t find and rescue a missing child of Hades, then Luz’s world as she knows it will be torn to pieces.
Or; Even as demigods, the Hexsquad cannot escape their inner demons.
UPDATES EVERY WEDNESDAY AND SUNDAY
#the owl house#toh#owl house#toh fanart#owl house fanart#my art#the owl house fanfiction#owl house fanfiction#toh fanfic#toh fandom#percy jackson#pjo#pjo fanfic#luz noceda#hunter toh#toh hunter#eda clawthorne#eda the owl lady#willow park#gus porter#amity blight#toh vee#lumity#huntlow#raeda#veesha
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I've just published my first fanfic!
It's a Vee-centric Owl House fic, set the day after Yesterday's Lie, 755 words. Here's a scene from it!
Check it out here! :)
#my art#the owl house#vee noceda#toh vee#vee toh#camila noceda#camila toh#toh camila#owl house fanart#owl house fanfiction
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Hunter-Centric Fanfic Recommendation List for The Owl House 2.0
(Reborn on 6/10/2023 from the ashes of Tumblr "improvements".)
This fanfiction list is focused on my most recent fandom obsession, The Owl House. Specifically centering on Hunter, our fandom’s favorite bad but sad boy.
It should be noted that my personal taste runs toward angst, so angsty fics make up a good portion of this list. That being said...
***Please observe any tags/warnings on each work before reading, as some stories may deal with triggering topics and situations***
The list will be updated periodically as I find great new stuff.
Fics Starting With:
A
B, C, D
E, F, G
H & I
J, K, L
M, N, O, P
Q, R, S
T, U, V
W, X, Y, Z
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🌟 MOONSHADOW CHAPTER 51 🌟
Eda finds herself spiraling.
Banner art by @cupcakeshakesnake
FULL FIC SYNOPSIS:
Between picking up the pieces in the wake of the Day Of Unity and its aftermath, reconnecting with Raine, helping King come to terms with his newfound identity and being there for Luz as she navigates a life split between the Boiling Isles and Connecticut, Eda Clawthorne has a lot on her plate.
Taking on another, seemingly-impossible project at this point, especially one that seems particularly ill-advised, is probably not the wisest decision. But then, Eda has never been one to take the easy path in life.
And she made a promise.
AKA - The one where Eda takes it upon herself to give The Collector a second chance, and faces the challenges that go along with it.
Canon-divergent after King's Tide.
{READ THE FULL FIC HERE}
#the owl house#moonshadow au#toh the collector#eda clawthorne#king clawthorne#luz noceda#raine whispers#toh hooty#lilith clawthorne#toh steve#toh vee#jacob hopkins#the owl house collector#owl house fanfiction
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Man, you know what hit me while watching For the Future, and I didn’t say anything about it at the time but it’s been circulating in my head since then?
Amity saying to Boscha “This is a bit much, even for you!”, in comparison to her father a few episodes back saying “this is too much— even for you.” The similarity in structure, the difference in delivery, you know.
And I keep thinking about the theory that Alador and Odalia were pushed to marry by their parents, and about how Amity was pushed to be friends with Boscha, and imagining a bad future where Luz didn’t show up and they ended up in a similar position.
It’s not going to be that bad, right? Sure, Amity never really *liked* Boscha, but you don’t have to like someone to be their friend, you just have to be around them, do things with them, listen when they talk. Having a wife will be like that, right? She’ll just… do the things she’s supposed to do, and live alongside her. It’ll be fine.
The wedding is just another formal event her parents throw, with the complication of Boscha’s parents being part of it too, and constantly trying to one-up hers. In her final act of rebellion, Amity sends Willow an invitation. She doesn’t come. Amity closes a door.
Odalia lightens up on urging Amity to join the Emperor’s Coven when she realizes that as the only one of their kids who follows in Alador’s footsteps magic-wise, it’d be better for her to train to take over the factory someday. She can’t say she exactly enjoys working under her father, since he only ever talks about work, and not even with the spark of interest in his eyes she remembers him having when she was little. Her mother spends most of her time sniping at her mothers-in-law and asking when grandkids are coming, though, and the twins are gadding about through high society and making fun of her whenever they can, so he’s kind of the family member she’s closest to by default.
Things don’t really go well. Boscha thinks the way their mothers constantly fight is hilarious, and she definitely enjoys the status that comes along with the Blight name, but she definitely doesn’t love the way her new in-laws expect her to wind potions skills into the family business or else just stay out of the way. She wants to win trophies, not be one. She’s also not stupid, and she knows Amity doesn’t love her— knew since long before the wedding, but she hoped that would change over time, and as it continues not to she’s building up an intense resentment. They were meant for each other, why can’t Amity see it? She’s being the queen of Bonesborough society, they’re on top together just like it was in high school only better, but Amity still doesn’t love her, and it’s not fair.
Some years on, they have a daughter. She’s the absolute light of Amity’s life, but by the time she’s toddling Boscha is already starting to take out some of her resentment on her. She pushes her too hard, she makes fun of the way she garbles words. The baby’s just being a baby, and Amity tries to get Boscha to lighten up, but Boscha says she’s just having fun and being a mom, which Amity isn’t because she’s working all day, and she doesn’t have a comeback for that.
Amity’s trying to calm Boscha down, taking her to matches when she has a rare night off and they can get a sitter, but it just prickles at her more— she wants to be on the field, not watching; she wants to be on a real date with her wife, not an awkward attempt at appeasement.
It’s all eating away at Amity. She looks into her daughter’s three beautiful gold eyes and she’s terrified her little girl will feel like this, someday.
She’s sleepwalking through her days, she feels like one of her mother’s ghosts. She’s working, because it’s the only thing she really understands anymore. She’s elbow-deep in the beta design for the 3.6, and she nearly jumps out of her skin when her father puts a hand on her shoulder.
He has a bottle of hard apple blood. They go sit on the roof, and they talk.
She can’t say she sees a way through to happiness, but at least she’s not alone. That’s something, isn’t it?
#owl house#the owl house#toh#toh for the future#toh fic#owl house fanfiction#pd alice writes#amity blight#alador blight#toh boscha#maybe someday they’ll both tell their wives ‘enough’
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Chapter 34 is up
This is a Philip Wittebane redemption story in case anyone is new
Let me know what you peeps think of it
I apologize for the long delay and the short chapter :c
Summary:
He lost…
Many years of planning and sacrifices for nothing.
He has failed to eliminate the dangers that his fellow humans may face in the future…
Now he’s back home after living centuries in a wicked world full of monsters, yet he has not realized he was the monster of Boiling Isles all along.
#the owl house#philip wittebane#emperor belos#philip wittebane redemption#philip whittebane#belos#the owl house belos#was not the hero#the owl house fanfiction#owl house#luz noceda#masha#vee#camila noceda#willow park#hunter toh#amity blight#jacob hopkins#owl house ao3#owl house fanfiction
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(Update: I could still use more recommendations, but this monster of a playlist has over 130 songs. I can't wait to share it with everyone when chapter 3 comes out.)
Hey Owl Fandom,
I could use some help with my fanfic, The Road Trip. I want to make a playlist of good road trip music to accompany it, something Luz would have probably put together to encompass a sizable amount of genres. Everything from 90s Grunge, to synthwave, to punk and metal, to pop. Just, like, a huge playlist of tunes.
There are some rules for this, though, as it would also be on Luz's mind as she makes the list as well:
-Don't just spam a particular artist or group. Like, it's cool if you like Taylor Swift and BTS, but this is meant to be a playlist of many genres and bands, not just a couple.
-Let's keep things on the non- super explicit and non-controversial side. Rap and country are cool, but let's not have songs with a lot of n-bombs or songs about how "dem libs" are "ruining our country"
-Get f***ing weird with it. Like, give me all the obscure songs you have tucked under the cushions for when you need a pick me up. Doesn't matter where it's from so long as it's not grinding against those other two rules.
-If you have fansongs, awesome, but do try not to include Good Witch Azura based songs. Luz has a separate playlist for those so she doesn't annoy anyone that isn't Amity.
Beyond that, I'll throw some songs of my own in and throw up the playlist on Spotify or something. I hope I get a wide selection to make something wonderful. Comment on this post if you have any.
#the owl house#the road trip#owl house fandom#owl house fanfiction#playlist#I only have so much music knowledge#huntlow#lumity#gustholomule#veesha
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Help! I finished Owl house and now I wanna write a fanfic where someone stole a bone from Belos and had been making Philip grimwalkers!
And he becomes like a brother to Hunter!
And is adopted by Raine!
And he knows he's a grimwalker from the start and helps Hunter come to terms with it!
Then has a breakdown when he realizes the human he's a copy of is the one ruining everything and who traumatized his best friend!
#owl house#toh oc#fuck belos#belos wittebane#philip wittebane#fanfic#new fanfic#owl house fandom#owl house fanfiction#hunter#owl house hunter
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It was boring and I decided to draw Luz more in my style. And also drew Torch much better and more like a fire 🔥 than last time.
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Title: memento mori
Rated M for: Graphic description, violence, emotional and physical abuse, blood/injury, discussion of past murder, body horror, possession, gore, death
Summary: Luz doesn’t trade places with Hunter, and he ends up facing Emperor Belos alone. Cast off and left for dead, Hunter’s out of options until he meets the Collector, who makes him an offer he can’t refuse.
A/N: So I finally got caught up on TOH and was chatting w my friend @lunarcrown about a scenario in which Luz didn’t swap places with Hunter during COTH, which quickly turned into a possession situation, cuz we love that shit. And then I got a bit carried away.
Click the link above to read on A03 for complete tags, or just continue reading below. Hope you enjoy, please reblog/comment if you do! - Aqua
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memento mori
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Hunter beats his fists against his prison, screaming in wordless desperation.
The Boiling Isles pass below him, the bones of a long-dead titan sprouting from the earth among ancient forests and canyons. A soft red glow fills the dawn sky, fading stars shimmering in the light of the moon as it draws ever closer to the sun. The head lies before them; and ultimately, so does his fate.
Whatever the abomatron’s force field is made of, it’s strong. Hunter’s knuckles are bruised and bleeding even inside his gloves from his attempts to break it open.
“Kikimora, please!” Hunter cries, not for the first time. “I- I can’t go back! He’ll kill me, please, don’t do this!”
There’s no reaction from Kikimora. Either she can’t hear him, or she just doesn’t care. Not that it’d surprise him. That’s just how the Emperor’s Coven is. Everyone is out for themselves, everyone is willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead, to gain Belos’s favor.
That’s how Hunter used to think. He spent his whole life with that mentality, believing he couldn’t rely on anyone but himself. Thinking all that mattered was Belos’s approval, and wanting to do whatever it took to earn it. And now, now that he’s found people who actually care about him, who’ve shown him that he can be his own person, he’s about to lose everything.
The odds aren’t in his favor. No magic, no staff, no friends. His mind is scrambling, frantically trying to think of a way out. His breath is shrill in his ears, amplified by echoes in the enclosed space. His right arm is starting to tingle- peeling back his glove, he finds his sigil is glowing yellow. That must mean the Draining Spell has begun.
They’re running out of time.
Distantly, Hunter tries to remember the breathing exercise Gus taught him. But his hands are shaking too badly to attempt counting.
Kikimora flies them directly into the titan’s head, unimpeded by the fleet of airships standing guard. Inside is a vast hall carved of rock and bone, with high, arched ceilings and a floor cloaked in shadows. A bridge hangs suspended over the void, leading directly towards the tall doors of Belos’s private sanctum.
As they approach the doors, Hunter can only stare, absentmindedly, at the intricate carvings in the stone, tracing them with his eyes. He’s been through these doors so many times before, and never noticed that the pattern isn’t completely symmetrical.
Kikimora enters without knocking- a bold move for someone recently demoted. She pushes Hunter’s prison forward before dropping the abomatron forward into a kneel. At least she has some respect.
“Emperor!” she greets him, her voice filled with glee. “Congratulations on this momentous day!”
Belos is standing before the portal, which seems to be fully active. He’s dressed in unfamiliar attire, not unlike what Hunter saw in his mindscape. The gaping wild-magic scar that’s always present across his face in this form is gone, replaced by a smaller, more normal one. He looks strange. He looks… human.
The realization hits Hunter like a punch to the stomach; Belos is planning on escaping to the human realm. Now that he’s sentenced nearly an entire population to death, he’s simply going to leave before the axe even falls. Just… leave them, and wipe his hands of the whole affair, returning to a normal life.
How had Hunter ever followed such a monster?
“I come bearing a gift,” Kikimora continues, excitement building in her voice as Belos approaches her. “You had been looking for the Golden Guard, and here he is! Perhaps this act is worthy of returning me to my old post, or… if you’re looking for a new right hand…?”
“Have you as my right hand?” Belos repeats, sounding infinitely amused as he peers at Hunter through the force field. “I’d sooner cut off my whole arm.” He turns away dismissively, approaching one of the work tables scattered around the chamber.
For a moment, there’s dead silence as Kikimora processes the words. “But-” she stammers, sounding lost, “I just want to help.”
“You want to help?” Belos inquires, grabbing what looks like a bundle of cloth from the tabletop. Then he turns back to Kikimora, and the abomatron is suddenly outlined in red light- his telekinetic magic.
The whole machine, with Kikimora inside, is thrust out of the room, metal screeching against stone. Belos glances over at Hunter with a smirk, like they’re sharing a private joke, before he follows Kikimora out of the room.
Out of sight and out of earshot, Hunter can finally take a moment to grapple with his panic. In the days since he ran away, he’d been trying to prepare himself to face Belos, knowing he might have to confront him eventually. But it’s become abundantly clear that he’s still not ready.
And that’s not his only problem; the sigil isn’t just glowing anymore. Yellow tendrils of light are creeping up his arm like strangling vines. And with them spreads that heavy pins-and-needles feeling, like all the strength and energy is being sapped from his body.
Hunter’s mind races. He can’t defeat Belos, especially not in this state and without Flapjack, but maybe he can stall long enough for the others to come. He… hopes they’re coming for him, anyways. Oh titan, please let them be coming for him-
A sudden crash announces Belos’s reentrance, as the heavy stone door closes behind him. Kikimora is not with him, nor is the bundle of cloth.
“Well,” Belos says, coming to a stop in front of Hunter with his staff in hand. “At least she didn’t mess up such a simple task.” The staff lights up red, and the prison bubble holding Hunter vanishes with a loud pop, unceremoniously dumping him onto the floor. “I am glad to see you, my dear nephew. I was hoping you’d be here for this.”
Trembling, Hunter forces himself to look up at Belos. “Why? Wh- what do you want with me?” It sounds far less accusatory than he intended, more of a pathetic plea.
Belos hums noncommittally. “Just wanted to see all my hard work and sacrifice finally pay off,” he says, his gaze falling on Hunter’s sigil.
A knot forms in Hunter’s stomach. “I- I have to know,” he says shakily. “What am I to you? Who did you bring back?”
Belos eyes him for a moment, clearly debating whether or not to humor him. Finally, he sighs, as if he’s been reminded of a mildly inconvenient commitment. “My brother, Caleb. We had a… falling out, of sorts, a few centuries ago. We fought. I killed him.”
The casual manner in which he says it sends chills down Hunter’s spine. “Wh- why did you bring him- me- back?” he asks, aghast.
Belos tilts his head, considering. “The first time, I suppose it was out of guilt. I wanted my brother back. I thought I could still save him, that he’d see things my way. But he quickly disappointed me… as did the one after that, and after that, and…” He trails off, an amused smile tugging at his mouth. “You understand.”
Hunter’s eyes sting with sudden tears. “Then- then why keep doing it?” he asks desperately.
Belos scoffs, obviously not intending to answer. As if Hunter isn’t even worth the breath it would take. That’s how he always is, so condescending, so dismissive, so-
A thought hits Hunter. This is how Belos always treats him when there’s something he doesn’t want Hunter to know. Something he doesn’t want to admit.
“You don’t even know,” Hunter says, too surprised to be afraid.
It’s a mistake.
Hunter doesn’t even see where the hit comes from, his vision blurring red. There’s an abrupt, searing pain that throws him backwards, through the doors and onto the bridge. His head is ringing and there’s blood on his tongue- instinctively, he curls into a ball, to protect against further attack. For a moment, he’s too terrified to open his eyes, dreading to see that horrid skeletal monster with eyes of pure blue light.
But nothing comes.
When Hunter does finally open his eyes, Belos is standing before him. He’s still human, but he’s furious, and Hunter almost passes out on the spot.
“Do you have any idea,” Belos snarls, swinging his staff through the air, “how difficult it is to pretend to care about these monsters? To keep up my appearance as a benevolent ruler with the frustrating setbacks, the taxing nature of my curse, all while being surrounded by worthless, evil creatures that were responsible for taking my brother away from me…”
Belos stalks forward as he speaks, forcing Hunter to scramble backwards. His right arm is dead weight, rendered useless by the sigil magic engulfing it. Before he knows it, he’s backed up right to the edge of the bridge, nowhere else to go but the void below.
“And you grimwalkers.” Belos glares down at him with eyes full of hatred. “Poor imitations of someone I once loved. A reminder of my failures, of what this cursed realm has cost me…”
The realization settles over Hunter like a cold fog. “W- we were your punching bags,” he whispers.
Belos’s face twitches. “A crude, but not entirely inaccurate, assessment,” he allows.
The admission doesn’t make Hunter feel better. “But- but why give me- us- a sigil?” he asks, gesturing to the yellow light spreading along his shoulder. “Grimwalkers don’t have magic, anyways, a- and you knew what would happen with the Draining Spell.” He swallows, bowing his head. “Even if I’d stayed loyal to you… I- I still would’ve been affected. Any one of us would have. And you knew that.”
“Yes,” Belos says simply. “I always intended for it to end like this.”
It’s too much. Hunter’s breath hitches as the tears finally start to fall, and he summons the strength for one last question. “Why?”
Belos suddenly strikes out with an arm that’s no longer human- elongated bones held together by sickly green ooze and palisman souls- and grabs Hunter by the throat. Lifting him off the ground, Belos leans in close, so that every word, every syllable is clearly punctuated, his face twisted into a triumphant, mad grin.
“My brother loved witches so much, it’s only fitting that he die like one.”
Then Belos throws Hunter over the edge.
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Philip waits for the scream to fade.
One second, two seconds, three, four, five- and then silence. He knows the fall alone won’t have killed him. Grimwalkers can only be killed by magical means; Philip found that out the hard way. But it’ll be enough to keep him out of the picture until the Draining Spell is complete, and his fate is sealed along with all of the Boiling Isles.
Of course, Philip will be long gone by then. A hero’s welcome awaits him in the human realm, he’s sure of it. He longs to feel rain on his skin again. He longs to leave behind this place of witches and demons and ghosts, and simply live among his fellow humans.
Turning away from the ledge, Philip walks back towards the portal. In his mind’s eye, he sees his brother’s face- not quite, but close enough, the closest of them all- warped with terror, anguish, and betrayal.
It’s… comforting, in a way. After all these years, Philip’s finally returned the favor.
“Goodbye, Caleb.”
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Luz clings to Amity on the back of her staff, wind roaring in her ears.
Willow and Gus are right behind them, Flapjack perched in the former’s hair and the latter cradling King to his chest. The titan’s head looms before them, backlit by a blood red sky. Her heart is racing, and silent prayers chant through her mind like a mantra. Like if she repeats it enough, it’ll come true. ‘You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay, Hunter, just hang on-’
This is all her fault.
Her plan didn’t work. Gus successfully pulled off the illusion, swapping her and Hunter’s appearances, but once Kikimora started smashing buildings, things had gotten hairy. At some point in the battle, Gus took a hit, and the illusion broke.
Kikimora, upon realizing their deception, had simply tossed Luz aside, grabbed Hunter- her original target- and taken off. And Odalia had prevented any of them from following, until Alador stepped in.
Everything since then has been a blur. Launching the stolen airship, chasing after Kikimora, getting shot out of the sky. The crash, the fight, the escape. Finding Eda with the head witches, engulfed by sigil magic and barely conscious. Luz didn’t want to leave her, but she knows the only way to save her- to save everyone- is to make Belos stop the Draining Spell.
And they can’t leave Hunter in Belos’s clutches.
“We can get in through there!” Gus shouts above the wind, pointing at the titan’s nose.
There are airships hovering around the head. None of them move to intercept the flyers- their pilots have likely succumbed to the Draining Spell- so they quickly dive into the bony passage, which stretches taller than a house. After speeding down a narrowing tunnel for a few moments, it suddenly opens up into a vast chamber.
A stone bridge stretches over the expansive void of the titan’s skull, leading to a pair of high, intricately carved doors.
Hovering in midair for a moment, Luz catches Willow and Gus’s eyes. Their expressions are tight with apprehension, but underneath it is fierce determination. Amity glances over her shoulder to give Luz a reassuring look before she aims her staff down towards the bridge.
They land quietly, their staffs returning to palisman forms. “You little guys should get out of here,” Luz whispers. “Just in case.”
Belos eats palisman souls, after all.
The magical companions each say a brief farewell to their witches before flying up towards the arched ceiling, out of sight. Luz takes a moment to look her friends over, silently asking if they’re ready. Amity nods, popping the clasp on her abomination flask. Willow cracks her knuckles, looking as if she could take down Belos with her bare hands. King has climbed onto Gus’s shoulder, who’s gripping his looking glass in preparation.
It’s time to end this.
Luz slams an ice glyph onto the ground. A battering ram of ice shoots forward and throws open the heavy stone doors before crumbling, allowing them to sprint inside.
It takes Luz a second to realize she’s seen this room before, in Belos’s mindscape. The small chamber has an eerie feel to it, washed in blue light with no discernable source. Hunter’s nowhere in sight, and neither is Kikimora. The centerpiece of the room is a familiar-looking door, surrounded by a metal frame and hooked up to all sorts of pipes flowing with bright green energy.
The portal. It looks… active.
Belos stands before it, his arms crossed primly behind his back as he glances casually over his shoulder at them. He’s dressed like Philip, Luz realizes, with the waistcoat and ponytail, his magic scar somehow disguised into a more natural one. Clearly, he intends to return to the human realm, now that his work is done.
What a scumbag.
“Belos!” Luz shouts.
Belos doesn’t look terribly worried to see them. “Well, well. If it isn’t Luz, my fellow human.” His gaze drifts over the others, his lips quirking up in amusement. “And… friends.”
“Call off the Draining Spell!” Luz demands. She pulls a handful of glyphs out of her pocket, the little slips of paper held between her fingers like nocked arrows. “Do it, now!”
“I’m glad you came, Luz,” Belos continues, as if she hadn’t spoken. “Despite our differences, I want to help you. I can send you home. I have just enough titan blood for one more trip.”
“What?” Luz is so taken aback by the offer, it takes her a moment to get properly angry. “Wh- if you think I would ever trust you, after what you’ve done-”
“We don’t belong here,” Belos tells her calmly.
Luz bristles. “I’m not like you,” she spits at him, losing her patience. She draws her arm back, preparing to launch a handful of glyph spells at him. “Where’s Hunter?”
A sadistic grin curls the emperor’s lip. “You’re too late.”
Willow steps forward with a growl, thorned vines sprouting from the stone at her feet and hovering threateningly beside her. “What did you do to him?” she demands, her voice sharp with fury.
Belos meets Luz’s eyes. “Hunter has joined the other Golden Guards.”
Luz stops breathing. “No.”
An image flashes through her mind, unbidden; a secret corner of Belos’s mindscape, filled with cracked and rusted masks. She knows what happened to the previous Golden Guards, the grimwalkers. She knows what Belos tried to do to Hunter, back in the mindscape. Hunter is a Golden Guard, a grimwalker, and she knows what Belos does to those but she thought- surely he wouldn’t- how could he-
“Luz,” Amity says lowly, “what’s he talking about?”
Luz’s eyes burn with sudden tears. “He’s-” Her voice breaks; she can’t say it.
Willow stares at her. “No…” Her face twists with anger as she rounds on Belos with clenched fists and gritted teeth, even as she blinks back tears. “You’re lying!”
Belos regards her with something almost like pity. “I don’t lie about things that are worthless,” he says simply, before turning back to the portal.
Willow’s eyes are consumed by green light.
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The first thing Hunter sees when he opens his eyes is a skull.
It’s enough to shock him fully awake in an instant, his cry of alarm echoing around him. Immediately, his senses are overwhelmed by pain- his body is screaming, and every breath he takes shoves daggers into his lungs. He remains frozen, curled up on a cool stone floor, too scared to move as he takes stock of his situation.
He’s laying on his right side- he must’ve decided to let his compromised arm take the brunt of the fall, because while the limb itself is numbed by sigil magic, it feels broken and wrong folded beneath him. His head is pounding, probably injured from where it hit the ground. He can smell blood- a small pool of it ripples on the floor, likely from the aforementioned head wound, and it’s smeared up the right side of his face, sticky and warm.
He’s still alive. How in titan’s name is he still alive?
Once his breathing levels out, Hunter slowly- carefully- pushes himself up into a seated position. As expected, a wave of nausea seizes him immediately, but he pushes through it, breathing shallowly through his nose. It takes a moment for his vision to stop spinning; though once it does, he almost throws up anyways.
He’s surrounded by skeletons. Piles and piles of old, cracked bones; skulls and rib cages and split femurs, entire spinal columns and shattered fingers. But not only that- there are masks, too. Exact copies of his Golden Guard mask. The cold terror that grips Hunter now makes his pain vanish in an instant.
He’s landed in the grimwalker graveyard.
This is where Belos must’ve been dumping them for the last few centuries. An oddly detached part of Hunter realizes that every single skeleton down here has existed for longer than he has- and yet, based on the size, they probably weren’t much older than him when they were killed.
As more of his awareness spirals into panic, he tries to find something to focus on, to ground himself. Absently, he finds himself wondering how Belos killed them. Surely not by throwing them down here- he can’t see a single intact skeleton, which implies a far more gruesome fate than gravity. Besides, the way they’re laying in heaps implies they were placed there. He tries to picture it, to picture Belos carrying a corpse that looks exactly like him-
Hunter tastes bile in the back of his throat, and chokes back the urge to vomit. Clearly, this isn’t helping.
He scans the room- it’s a room only in a loose sense, formed by stone pillars stretching upwards into infinity- and finds a staircase carved into the back wall. He can’t see the top from down here, but he imagines it must go all the way up to the sanctum.
Like he’d live long enough to climb it. Hunter glances down at his right arm; it’s completely mangled, and the sigil magic has spread. He can feel it starting to claw at his throat.
Desperately, Hunter looks around again for something- anything- that could help him. His gaze falls on something odd, something out of place in this tomb.
A round tablet, suspended in a hammock of cloth that’s managed to snag onto the pointed tip of a shattered bone.
The tablet is cool gray in color with the impression of a crescent moon, its glossy surface rippling as Hunter turns his head to examine it. He’s not sure what the tablet is, but he recognizes the cloth it’s nestled in; Belos carried it out of his sanctum. If he got rid of it, casting it down here with old skeletons, then it must be a threat to him.
It’s a longshot, but it’s not like Hunter has many options.
Gritting his teeth, Hunter starts to crawl forward, his useless right arm dragging alongside him. His body instantly revolts against the movement, pain shooting through every muscle, every bone, but he shoves it down. He can handle pain. He’s above pain. He’s a super disciplined, highly skilled elite guard who’s withstood brutal training and deadly tests and oh titan, it hurts so much.
For something that can’t be more than a few feet away, it takes an agonizing couple minutes to reach it. Panting, Hunter raises a shaking hand to grab the tablet. What happens instead is he knocks it out of its sling.
The tablet hits the hard floor with an echoing clank- but it doesn’t shatter.
Part of Hunter really wants to break down sobbing right now. He resists the temptation and reaches for the tablet. As soon as his fingers brush against its surface, chills erupt across his skin. A strange yet familiar voice suddenly echoes in his mind- childlike laughter.
Hunter’s stomach drops as he realizes where he knows the voice from, snatching his hand back instantly.
But he can’t undo it.
The tablet glows bright blue, and something slithers out of it.
~
Belos dodges Willow’s attack, summoning his staff to his hand.
With a deft swing of his arm, he fires a bolt of red energy at Willow, which she only just manages to block with a wall of vines. In the same movement, he turns to fire at Luz and Amity- but they’re already moving.
Snatching an ice glyph out of her deck, Luz shoots a spear of ice at Belos while Amity attempts to entrap him with her abomination. Both attacks fail as Belos forms a shield around himself, taking the hits, before exploding the energy outwards.
Luz grabs Amity and uses a plant glyph to pull them to safety. While they keep Belos busy, Gus darts around to flank him. Holding up his looking glass, he aims his other hand at Belos, eyes brimming with blue light.
Belos’s eyes shine blue as Gus’s spell takes hold. He cries out in pain, his staff clattering to the floor as he grips his head. Screaming, he lashes out blindly with his magic, sending a blast of energy towards Gus.
Willow reacts just in time, lashing vines around Gus’s waist and yanking him out of the way. He jolts as his spell is disrupted, blinking his eyes clear of magic.
Belos, released from the spell’s grasp, is seething. “That’s enough!” he snarls.
His scar reappears in a flash, streaking across his face and starting to expand, skin bubbling into greenish-black sludge. With a sickening crunch, his body collapses in on itself, churning and writhing as it starts to rearrange. A tall figure rises from the ground on long, skeletal limbs. All his features have dissolved into a skull-like face, with pointed ears and antlers sprouting from his mop of shaggy gray hair. Large blue eyes pop open along his torso like blisters, to match the piercing glow from his eye sockets and gaping maw.
Luz’s friends are staring in horror, and she smacks her forehead. “Oh yeah, did I not mention he can do that?”
Belos roars, and the fight is back on.
~
An inky black form flows out of the tablet like liquid, running over piles of bones and traveling up the wall.
It’s like a shadow, confined to two dimensions- rather than exist in a physical space, it seems to reflect off of surfaces. Composed of abstract shapes in various hues of gray, it altogether suggests the figure of a child, with a crescent moon face and burning white eyes.
The Collector, Belos had called him.
Hunter’s just made a terrible mistake.
“Leave me alone!” the Collector huffs, his arms folded and eyes closed in an obvious pout. “I don’t associate with fibbers.” Then he sticks his tongue out, blowing a raspberry.
Hunter can’t move. His ears ring with the Collector’s voice, echoes of the memory he saw in Belos’s mind- ‘I’m starting to think you make those things just to destroy them, you have fun with it, admit it!’-
The Collector, intrigued by the silence, cracks an eye open. “Hey, you’re the grimwalker!” he gasps excitedly, his form growing large enough to loom over Hunter. “No way, no way! He was so mad when you left, I thought for sure he’d destroy you as soon as he got you back.”
Suddenly he appears on the floor in front of Hunter, curling around the shadow of his right arm, poking at it. “Oh-ho-ho, but maybe he already did,” he hums, sounding amused. “Gee, what was it he called you?”
The Collector multiplies, countless copies of his form appearing to surround Hunter. All at once, they shout out different names- too loud and too many to comprehend, a tidal wave of sound.
Hunter curls in on himself, clasping his good hand to his ear. “Stop, please!” he cries.
The duplicates vanish, leaving just a single Collector before Hunter. He’s laying on his stomach with his chin in his hands, kicking his feet behind him in an obviously child-like fashion as he giggles.
“I dunno why he kept giving you different names,” the Collector says, rolling his eyes. “It’s so-o-o hard to keep them all straight!”
Hunter swallows. This being is dangerous- he knows it instinctively. The Collector was helping Belos, but something’s changed. He wouldn’t have been cast off down here if Belos was still working with him. Maybe this could be an ‘enemy of my enemy’ situation?
Maybe there’s still a chance.
With great effort, Hunter pushes himself up onto his knees. “I- I’m Hunter,” he says breathlessly, wiping blood out of his eye. “You’re the… Collector, r- right?”
A grin splits across the Collector’s face; a mere half moon of light. “I can’t believe after all this time, I finally get to play with you! Philip never let the grimwalkers see me- we were always playin’ hide and seek.” He floats down to Hunter’s level, his face superimposed over one of the many skulls littered about. “You can call me a friend. I’ve waited so lo-o-ng to have a new friend! A real friend, not like Phil-lip.”
Hunter’s heart jolts as he senses an opportunity. “My uncle, Belos- uh, Philip.” The name still feels strange on his tongue. “Did he… throw you down here, too?”
“Yeah, that big liar!” the Collector wails. His form shifts rapidly as he speaks, into silhouettes strange and unrecognizable. “I gave him everything he wanted! Ancient magic, cosmic knowledge, the Draining Spell, even a way home- and he tricked me. He went back on our deal, even though we pinky swore on it!”
Hunter’s mind races. Dangerous, otherworldly being aside, the Collector is clearly a child. He can figure out how to win over a child, right? “Wh- what was your deal?” he asks quickly.
“He was sup-posed to set me free!” the Collector complains. “Free, finally free, after all these hundreds of years- but he was lying!”
Hunter flinches back at the Collector’s booming voice before managing a nervous laugh. “Y- yeah, he uh- he does that. He’s a real...” He casts about for the right word- how do people talk to kids? “Meanie. So if- if you’re the one who gave him the Draining Spell… does that mean you can stop it?”
“Uh, yeah!” the Collector laughs. He slithers back to where the tablet lays on the floor, his form temporarily dissolving while he circles it as a ring of black light. “But not while I’m still stuck in here.”
Hunter stares down at the tablet, his blood-streaked face reflecting back at him. “... what if I freed you?”
The Collector explodes back into being with a gasp. “That’s a great idea!” he cries excitedly. “Say, you don’t have any titan blood layin’ around, do ya?”
“N- no, I don’t,” Hunter says, his stomach sinking. “Is… is that th- the only way?”
“No, silly!” the Collector giggles from behind his hands. “You might not be able to release my physical form, but that’s okay! You can just give me yours.”
“What?”
The Collector swoops back over to the tablet. “This tablet thingy is just a vessel, and it’s bo-ring! I want a body again! I wanna be able to run and jump and play for re-al.” He turns his gaze back to Hunter, and in a flash, his silhouette has become a skeleton. “And you’re just a grimwalker! You’re made to be destroyed, anyways.”
Hunter’s breathing is shallow in his ears. “You… want to use my body as- as a vessel?”
“Yeah! It’ll be fun,” the Collector says, clapping as he floats up into the air. “We’ll play so many games together!”
It’s a daunting prospect. Hunter doesn’t know what all this entails. But the sigil magic is spreading and he’s almost out of time. This is the only chance he has- the only chance the Boiling Isles have.
“If I do this,” Hunter starts, “you… you have to promise me that you’ll s- stop the Draining Spell, okay? You have t- to, uh…” What was it he’d said? “... pinky swear on it. O- okay, friend?” he asks, trying for a smile.
“Yes, yes, yes, I will!” the Collector cheers. “I’ll pinky swear! I’ll do it right now!” He offers Hunter his pinky.
Uncertainly, Hunter reaches out with his own pinky. There’s no physical contact as he links fingers with the shadow- but he feels a cool chill against his skin. “Okay. Wh- what do I do, now?”
“Just follow my lead.” The Collector winks before one of his hands shifts into a megaphone, which he starts shouting into with bravados. “Ladies and gentlemen, grimwalkers of all ages, welcome to the show! Please remove any gloves and keep your hands on the tablet at all times.”
Hunter’s hand is trembling as he pulls his right glove off, fully exposing the sigil- and everything beneath it. He quickly averts his gaze; there’s a reason he wears gloves all the time. He has to remove his left glove using his teeth, because his right arm is far beyond use.
By the time both hands are bare, there’s sweat beaded on Hunter’s forehead. The Collector is swirling around the tablet as a collection of spinning stars, which doesn’t help Hunter’s dizziness. His heart is pounding and he’s trembling from the effort of remaining upright, sigil magic weighing him down like a wet blanket. He’s got a bad feeling about this, but there’s no time to second-guess himself.
Leaning forward, Hunter places both hands on the tablet.
There’s a flash of white light, and something starts crawling beneath his skin.
It starts at his hands and works its way up; a thick, cloying presence that bubbles just beneath the surface, pulling his skin taut. By appearance alone, it’s as if the blood in his veins is boiling, though the feeling itself is ice cold. It’s agonizing, but Hunter can’t even scream, the noise strangled in his throat as the presence reaches his lungs, choking him. There’s a sudden, intense pressure on his heart, as if the Collector is making himself at home in Hunter’s ribcage. He might very well be- the presence fills Hunter’s limbs as if wearing them like sleeves.
An awful crack reverberates through Hunter’s skull as the bones in his right arm shift back into place, the bizarre feeling of rearranging muscle and sinew making him lightheaded. Abruptly, all the pain in his body vanishes. The blood on the left side of his face evaporates with a hiss as the skin turns ice cold.
The Collector’s laughter rings in his ears, spilling from his own mouth. His awareness abruptly disconnects from his body- so swift and sudden, it’s like his body itself has ceased to exist- before he’s swallowed up by inky blackness.
Hunter closes his eyes, and the Collector opens them.
~
Luz backs up against the wall, one arm held in front of Amity protectively.
King is clinging to Luz’s back, the little titan thoroughly worn out from using his sonic scream. Willow and Gus are beside them, the latter barely standing after getting hit by a chunk of falling debris. They’re all out of breath and out of ideas, bruised and scraped and terrified as Belos bears down on them.
Belos raises an arm that’s morphed into a scythe, and despite the composition of his body, Luz doesn’t doubt for a second that it’s deathly sharp. The scythe swings towards them, and Luz turns her face away, bracing herself-
The hit never comes. There’s just silence, as the temperature around them drops.
Luz dares to crack an eye open- and when she does, her breath catches in her throat. Someone new is standing on the bridge, holding Belos’s scythe-like hand between pinched fingers.
It’s Hunter- but not.
The first thing that jumps out at Luz are his eyes; his sclerae are a warm yellow, and his irises are softly glowing, red as the moon. Half of his face- the unscarred half- is colored a rich purple, almost like a half moon, and his cheek is dotted with three darker, star-shaped freckles. The right side of his face is pale, and streaked with blood. His hair is now a lavender hue, and he’s wearing a cloak over his clothes- the gray fabric shimmering with tiny suns and stars.
Somehow, the strangest thing of all is that he’s not wearing gloves. It’s the first time Luz is seeing his hands bare, and now she knows why; the fingertips holding Belos’s scythe at bay are horrifically scarred. His right hand is too, and hangs at his side, glowing yellow veins of sigil magic peeking out from the collar of his shirt and crawling up his cheek.
Hunter smiles at them, carefree and curious; the expression is completely wrong on his face. “What’cha playin’?” he asks.
Luz’s hair stands on end. When Hunter speaks, there are two voices- one is his own, and the other is a child’s voice, one that she recognizes instantly.
King’s claws dig into Luz’s shoulders. “It can’t be,” he whispers.
It’s the Collector… in Hunter’s body. A boy who is both, yet neither.
“Hunter?!” Belos roars in outrage. “How did you-“
Then he stops. He looks at Hunter, really looks at him, and his jaw falls open. If there was any semblance of a human expression left in that skeletal face, Luz would say Belos actually looks… afraid. Even so, he’s gone completely rigid, still and silent as a statue.
The boy-who-is-not-Hunter glances at Belos over his shoulder.
Belos takes a step back.
“Collector,” he says haltingly.
“Phil-lip,” the boy tuts condescendingly, still smiling, “you oughta be more careful with your toys.”
“He was a gift,” Belos says in a rush of breath- a whisper, a plea, a prayer. “So you could be free. Just as promised.”
Rather than turn around, the boy cranes his head backwards to look up at Belos. “You’re lying again,” he sings, his voices joining together in discordant harmony. “We can tell. He says it’s your fa-vo-rite game.” His smile grows impossibly wider. “Wanna know what mine is?”
Belos tries to take another step back, but his arm is held fast by the boy’s pinched fingers, as if he’s unable or unwilling to break free. “Collector, please-”
“We-ll,” the boy drawls, tapping his chin with his free hand, “I guess we can play one of your games. You have so many! So many games I’ve seen you play with the grimwalkers.” He turns to fully face Belos, his head tilting to the side. “Like turning them to ice and smashing them to smithereens, or turning them to stone and smashing them to smithereens… fire is fun, but the smell is so gross…”
Next to Luz, Amity stiffens. “Grimwalkers?” she breathes, grabbing Luz’s arm. “What’s he talking about?”
Luz can only stare at Hunter, at the boy who used to be- who still might be- Hunter, as the implications sink into her like hooked claws. She’d known the previous Golden Guards all met their end at Belos’s hand, but now she can picture it, can picture Hunter-
“Oh, I know, I know, I know!” the boy says suddenly, bouncing on his toes in excitement. “Hah, hey Philip, remember how you’d use your magic to rip out their hearts?”
Without warning, he twirls his finger, somehow reeling Belos towards him like a vortex. In one sharp movement, he yanks the emperor down to his level, their faces inches apart as he speaks deliberately, so that every word rings loud and clear.
“Just. Like. This.”
Coiling his legs beneath himself, the boy shoots into the air- right through Belos. There’s a sickening crack as he tears through Belos’s chest, leaving a gaping hole in his wake. And then Belos explodes with a disgusting squelch, murky goop violently splattering the floor in a large puddle.
A drop of it may have landed on Luz’s cheek. She doesn’t have the presence of mind to acknowledge it.
The boy is standing on the other side of the puddle, absolutely covered in greenish-black gore. In his hand, he holds a heart- a black, shriveled, still-beating heart. Making a pleased noise in the back of his throat, the boy looks over his shoulder at them.
He’s beaming with pure, childish glee- despite the tears streaming down his face.
“Aw, look!” the boy laughs, holding the heart up as if to better show it to them. “After all this time, he did still have a heart!”
Then he closes his fist. The heart bursts with a loud pop, splattering into thick goop that drips through his fingers.
Gus whimpers, turning to hide his face in Willow’s shoulder. Luz has broken out into a cold sweat, her stomach churning as she glaces sidelong to meet Amity’s gaze. Her wide eyes reflect the horror that Luz feels, her fingernails digging into Luz’s skin so tightly, it hurts.
“That was fun!” Shaking himself like a dog, the boy sends the putrid muck spraying through the air. The action cleans him instantly, like water rolling off a duck’s back- though there are still tears pouring down his otherwise cheerful face.
Absently, the boy lifts a hand to his cheek, as if just noticing the tears. “Ugh, you don’t hafta be such a cry baby about it!” he complains to himself. “C’mon, you didn’t like him either. And now, we can play a new game!”
The boy whirls around to face them, making them all shrink back.
“Hey, I know you guys!” he says happily, splashing through the puddle of what used to be Emperor Belos. “You’re his friends, best friends for-e-ver! We’re gonna have so much fun together!”
“Hunter?” Willow manages to find her voice. “Are- are you still in there?”
The boy giggles. “Oh, he’s here all right, captain. We’re playin’ follow-the-leader, and I’m the leader!” Suddenly, his expression morphs into one of pure terror, Hunter’s voice becoming more prominent as he screams, “Run, run, run!”
Luz jolts, her heart jumping into her throat as her body tenses, preparing to run-
Just as quickly, the boy’s expression shifts back to amusement, sticking his tongue out for good measure. “That’s all he keeps saying. Ugh, his voice is so a-nnoy-ing!” Then he pauses, eyes brightening as if a thought has just occurred to him. “Ooh, maybe he wants to play tag! I’m it.”
Holding out a single finger, the boy starts to approach them. Luz’s gaze darts around, desperately searching for an exit route. He destroyed Belos with his bare hands, there’s no telling what he might do to them, whether intentional or not-
The boy stops. He crosses his eyes to look at the hand stretched out in front of him, his gaze tracing the yellow tendrils of sigil magic.
“Ohhhh, right,” he sighs, drawing his hand back to squint at his wrist. “There’s something I gotta do first. Don’t worry, I always keep my pinky swears.”
He licks the thumb of his other hand and runs it over the sigil. And the sigil- the sigil comes off. Just wiped off his skin without a trace. Like it was nothing but a smudge of dirt, instead of a permanent magical branding.
“That’s better,” the boy chirps, as the yellow tendrils fade away. “Now for the others!”
Swinging his arms by his sides, the boy skips towards them in a very un-Hunter-like fashion. Luz and the others bolt, splitting off to either side. He doesn’t even acknowledge them as they pass, leaning forward to peer through a section of the wall that’s fallen away.
“Hmm…” He rocks back on his heels before pointing a finger up towards the sky, swiping it to the side. “Boop!”
The moon shifts. The red sky pales to white as the eclipse is interrupted.
It’s unthinkable. It’s impossible. It’s deeply, instinctively wrong and yet, indisputable. Luz’s mind races; the Collector has taken over Hunter’s body. The Collector used to be working with Belos, but turned against him. The Collector created the Draining Spell, but then stopped it. Is he on their side? Is he on anyone’s side?
Luz steels herself. “So, uh, Collector… wow, you got back at Philip! Really showed him.” She tries to put as much enthusiasm into her voice as she can. “What, uh… what do you want to do now?”
The boy looks over his shoulder to grin at them, a manic light in his eyes as fresh tears roll down his cheek. “I wanna play with my new friends, forever and ever and e-ver!”
A sudden tingling sensation grips Luz, like her entire body has pins-and-needles. She can’t move- none of them can, enveloped in the boy’s magic, holding them frozen. The ground beneath their feet starts to crack, ancient stone crumbling away. Brilliant white light pours in as the walls, the skull of the titan himself, splits into fragments that slowly twirl in place, a lazy dance.
Luz’s eyes burn from the light, but she can’t look away as the boy-who-used-to-be-Hunter rises into the air, laughing with his layered voices. His half-moon face is stained with blood and tears, yet blazes with near euphoria that she thinks- under different circumstances- would’ve been nice to see on Hunter’s face.
“We’re gonna have a blast, everyone!”
~
Memento mori - (Latin) ‘Remember that you must die.’
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Runaway Sister
This is the first chapter based off this wip.
Basically Vee is Luz’s older adopted sister who occasionally tells her stories and takes her to the boiling isles to date her curiosity, but one day the 10 year old human sneaks out to get there and of course that means Vee has to go find her. Anything could be happening to her there!
Only a few of them made it out, and it was so hectic and confusing that they all got separated from each other pretty quickly and went into hiding. That’s how she found herself sneaking through a random part of town, crawling between tents.
“You look like you could use some amazing human goods!” A voice suddenly came from beside her and she let out a squeak before accidentally falling over into a tent she was creeping near. She whipped her head around only to see a strange woman talking to people in front of her stand. She couldn’t help but place a hand over her heart knowing she wasn’t caught yet.
She then slowly looked around the tent she found herself in and couldn’t help but recoil at the site of so much junk. She almost turned away to leave when she suddenly noticed a door a bit further back but clearly there.
A strange door in a tent owned by a junk collector wasn’t very promising…. But if it lead to somewhere she could safely hide then she didn’t feel like she had much choice. After a big breath, she held on close to her cloak and quickly dove through.
That ended up being a mistake seeing as though she ended up stumbling down some sudden steps that were apparently on the other side of the door making her cloak quickly fall off immediately… and she found herself looking up at a small (witch?) who seemed to suddenly have stars in her eyes.
“Are you a monster?”
She couldn’t help but let out a screech as she suddenly dove into the bushes to hide from this new person who was small but would still absolutely turn her in to the emperor.
“Y-you don’t have to be afraid of me mister monster! I promise I’m nice! I’m supperrr nice!”
She covered her ears to block out the voice. She wouldn’t believe her, she shouldn’t have just gone through that door. That stupid door. Now she’s been caught and she’ll be taken back and, and… she held her mouth to cover up her sudden hiccup as she tried to hide her cries.
“Mister monster? Are you crying?” The voice sounded even smaller than before. “I’m sorry for making you cry.” There was a rustling next to her and the small one’s head popped in suddenly. She didn’t have time to react and she went to push herself away when she noticed something different. The small (thing?) in front of her had round ears… and she was looking at her so sadly…. But why did she have round ears? Witches didn’t have round ears? This didn’t make any sense.
“I’m a girl.” Her voice barely managed to croak out after staying silent for so long. The small non-witch fully crawled into the bushes and into view before sitting on her knees and nodding.
“Sorry miss monster. I didn’t know.”
She took some deep breaths as she stared at the creature in front of her. It was so tiny. It probably couldn’t even hurt her, and it didn’t seem to have the intention to either if the way she stayed a little bit away as if to not scare her.
“I-I'm not a monster either.”
“What are you then?”
She stayed quiet. But the creature didn’t seem to be bothered by that, instead, it turned around and started talking more on its own. “I’m a human!” Her eyes went wide, a human?! There weren’t any on the Boiling Isles as far as she knew! Then again it’s not like she knew too much about the Isles either since she’s only been free for a few days.
“My name’s Luz! And I live with my mom and dad in the house over there and I always knew monsters- ah, I mean not monsters-“ it’s eyes quickly cut back to her while continuing, “were real! I can wait to tell them about you! They…” Luz? suddenly stopped when she saw how wide her eyes had gotten.
“No no no no, you can’t tell anyone about me! What if they send me back!?”
“What?”
“No no, I can’t go back! I won’t!” Luz backed up a bit but her expression didn’t register to the panicking basilisk.
Her breaths started to get deeper and she started shuffling back herself, all she could think about was being trapped in a cell again, forced to hurt other creatures just for him. It was too much, she couldn’t breathe, her hands clutched her chest…
And suddenly there were arms wrapped around her. She shook in place and almost went limp because of the sudden thought that she was helpless to stop them… but they were small thin arms. And as she was held she slowly caught her breathing as she stayed in place before she could finally focus on the human hugging her.
“Hugs always help me feel better when I’m upset. Mama always gives me hugs like this and I feel like no one could hurt me or scare me anymore.”
She looked down at the human sadly, “But I’m still scared.”
The Luz pulled away and looked up at her with furrowed eyebrows, “Mama can make you feel better, I know it. I promise she won’t hurt you.”
She stared at the tiny human for a bit longer. It seemed sincere, and it wasn’t like she had anyone else she could trust.
“Okay.”
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I don’t have the time or energy to work on my larger projects, but I want to write. So—
Shoot me some Owl House one-shot ideas or prompts!!
My only ask is no smut prompts, solely because I don’t know how to write them. And nothing with personal OCs, please!! I’ll make sure to tag you if I end up using your prompt.
Thanks!! <3
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SCOM Micro Writing Notes:
I know this is from an older chapter, but one of my favorite things about the final showdown between Hunter and Fool’s Gold was getting to write him snarky.
“Put. Luz. Down.” He demanded. His voice was almost scratchy, like feedback on a radio. But it held weight. It was still clear. Strong. Confident . “Let my family and friends go. Give the palismen back their freedom.”
The Guard’s body turned slowly, seemingly un-phased by Hunter’s sudden change.“ Seriously ?” They let out a long light laugh. Luz and Stringbean fell to the ground as the Golden Guard grabbed their belly, dramatically draping themselves over the side of the winged staff. “YOU are not the one who gets to give ME orders, SERVANT CLASS SPECIES.” They sneered.
Hunter moved his Rickenbacker Fireglo into playing position. His fingers hovered over the strings. He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. His head felt like it was full of firebees, but the space gave a semblance of dramatic effect.
“Well,” he smirked, “You literally just let Luz and Stringbean go, so you kinda are following my orders .”
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My friend has an Owl House fanfic on her AO3 account! Please read
#the owl house#animated#luz x amity#luz noceda#luz the human#amity blight#lumity#toh#ao3 fanfic#lumity fanfiction#owl house#owl house fanfiction#owl house fandom
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🌟MOONSHADOW CHAPTER 52🌟
Beasts lurk in the woods.
Banner art by @cupcakeshakesnake
FULL FIC SYNOPSIS:
Between picking up the pieces in the wake of the Day Of Unity and its aftermath, reconnecting with Raine, helping King come to terms with his newfound identity and being there for Luz as she navigates a life split between the Boiling Isles and Connecticut, Eda Clawthorne has a lot on her plate.
Taking on another, seemingly-impossible project at this point, especially one that seems particularly ill-advised, is probably not the wisest decision. But then, Eda has never been one to take the easy path in life.
And she made a promise.
AKA - The one where Eda takes it upon herself to give The Collector a second chance, and faces the challenges that go along with it.
Canon-divergent after King's Tide.
{READ THE FULL FIC HERE}
#the owl house#moonshadow au#owl house fanfiction#toh the collector#toh owl beast#eda clawthorne#lilith clawthorne#toh steve#toh hooty#jacob hopkins#owl house collector
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Hunter-Centric Fanfic Recommendation List for The Owl House
Because keeping one huge fic list up-to-date wasn’t enough of a challenge for me, I’m back at it. And this time I’m focusing on my most recent fandom obsession, The Owl House. Specifically focusing on Hunter, our fandom’s favorite bad but sad boy.
It should be noted that my personal taste runs toward angst, so angsty fics make up a good portion of this list. That being said...
***Please observe any tags/warnings on each work before reading, as some stories may deal with triggering topics and situations***
The list will be updated periodically as I find great new stuff. Newly added fics are labeled with ++
Like my other list, this one will be listed in alphabetical order, and will be split into fics over 10k words in length and those under 10k words.
Less Than 10k Words:
a bond of creation by rnelody
a calming notion by zenscrypt
A Comprehensive Guide to Successfully Integrating Your Rescue Child, by Camila Noceda, D.V.M. by stars_and_ink
A Hopeful Gesture by egyptcraze
A Little Bit Better (OR: tohsiblingsweek Day 1: Healing) by PancakesAndPessimism
a monster's here (are you still in there?) by honeyblock
A Quiet Mind by orphan_account
A Price to Pay Later by Polyhexian
A rotten apple spoils the bunch by Polyhexian
A Shared Night by JustWanderingSpace
A Stone Flower Blooming by Polyhexian
A World Where I Can Take Flight by fairytalesandfolklore
agony without you by kiixi
All The Warning Signs by justsummr
All Work No Play by deviantjoy
all your ribs are still your own by LogicalBookThief
An Impossible Choice by ObabScribbler
and make a mercy out of me by Thetiredperson
And Sore Must Be the Storm by azhdarchidaen
At Least We're Here Together by Crazy_Catholic_Fangirl
At the Edge of This Existence by kolapon
++ Baby Bird by Kohpon
be still my indelible friend, you are unbreaking by hereforthehurts
Birdhouse in Your Soul by Spiderwiz
bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit by nightdaydream
Blood Brother by Jagodzianka
Bloodlines by LitFeathers (SpiceFeathers)
Bonding 101: The Witch Hunters of Gravesfield by melodinklings
Breaking Point by Im_Basically_Shakespeare
burnt out by elliptical
Civilian Clothes by MoominQuartz (IceCreAMS), MoominQuartz
Clear it all Away by justsummr
Competing With Gold by EmiKoizumi
Confessional by VillainIHaveDoneThyMother
Cries of the Sea by StarWarsaddit1220
Dadrius Week 2022 by angelcloves
Day of Rest by TheDisc (TheDisco)
Don’t Know What’s Out There (More Fear, I Assume) by That_One_Random_Guy
Don't wanna cry (but I break that way) by That_One_Random_Guy
Easier by Drabbles_Of_Writing
Even so, I'd like to keep on breathing by badgirlcoven_official
Everything I shouldn't want by HexAltiora
Extant Species by Polyhexian
Felled in the Night (By the Ones You Think You Love) by canonicallynonbinary
Field Amputation by angelcloves
Fly Me To The Moon by fairytalesandfolklore
For Just a Moment, So Things Can Align by goldenscars (spice_cabinet)
For Our Future by DeathToPonies
four walls by dxncingquxxr
Grim-Thing by tristenthekitty
he might have made it if he lived on a different street by Cataclysmania
Heart, fold over me by foughtyen
Hedge Trimmers, Or A Bread Knife by laceweight_jasmine
Hollow Heart by Omgtheentertainment
home in another world by camisfrog
how can my heart love again? by tristenthekitty
hurt and grieve but don’t suffer alone by nightdaydream
++ I always want you when I'm finally fine by ruchiru383
I Come With Knives by castelia
I Failed, Again by Hunter_Kinnie
I know by JustAFlyOnTheWall979
I Swear That You Loved Me by HouseholdCleanser
i think the stars were listening by carpisuns
"I won't tell if you don't." by AnotherAttempt
i wish that i knew what makes you think i'm so special by randomramblingsofme
I want a nice soft place to land I want to lie down forever by Phantomxlegend
I'll Stare Directly At The Sun But Never In The Mirror by fairytalesandfolklore
I'm Not Real by Non_Bee_Knees
i’m sorry my darling by justsummr
If I'm Being Honest by wanderingsoulsearching
imperfect by paranoid_parallax
Isn't he your family? by prodigalDaughter
Impossible, Stupid, Desperate by SolBaby
It's Everything I Know And All I Do by redrasberries
just a little bit left by prodigalDaughter
++ Just a Shiny Accessory by shortprince_writes
Knowing by Alphawulf
Late Night in the Noceda Household by timewillfall
Learn to Live With It by Polyhexian
learning how to drown with someone else’s lungs by bluebellbygones
Let Me Be Your Wings (I Defied Death for this?) by legionworldproject
Little Princeling by GooeyFanfic
Living to Die by LollingCat
Look at You Go, I Just Adore You by Zeugma46
Long Story Short, This Is Muh Grave by kireiflora
Lonely Tide by seasaltedwolverine
Loving is Letting Go by Polyhexian
Loving echoes (In loving memory of Emperor Belos) by Thousand_Springs
messy by LavenderTrash39
++ Maybe. by Polyhexian
"More Weight" by TheFloof
Muscle Memory by theprincessofdenial
my family always said i was the bad child by Polyhexian
New Scars, Old Wounds by HexAltiora
now it's over for me, and it's over for you by rnelody
Nowhere Else to Go by Sergeant_Sporks
Numb Little Bird by JustWanderingSpace
++ One Step At A Time by ShadySadie29
Out of Sight (Close To Mind) by HollowIsTheWorld
Overcast by Semi_ObscureFandomWriter
Overworked by kiixi
Peace on Earth and Goodwill to All Grimwalkers by ObabScribbler
Poppies and Lemon Trees by Polaris649
'Pretty': Day 6, Scars by daydreams_and_honeybees
Rabbit Hearted Boy by DeadVandal
Repeat Until Death by syzygy_lune
return to form by konan_konan
Roll Reversal by TorScrawls
Santa DNI by Killyhawk
Seething Seas and Puppet Strings by TenshiZoe
Six Years by dove_dove
so carry me from these walls, oh brother of mine (show me the world outside) by vexerii
so dry your eyes and count to ten by Thetiredperson
somehow thought we knew exactly what we're supposed to do by elliptical
Somethings Wrong by Luna03
star-strung ideals by snow_showers
Still Here by U_Rome
Stray (and Sheltered) by LavenderTrash39
syzygy (spring tides) by notjupiter
Tag you're it, Tag Tag you're it. by Lethezee
take a moment to think of just flexibility, love, and trust by Love_Lucigoosey
Take a Sick Day by KOKICHINOLIE
testing the waters by clovariia
Thanks To Them (Epilogue) by sleepy_catz
The Boiling Rain Slid Right Off by TempusLiberi
The Drip of the Faucet by PandoraTheExplorer
The Empress by redrasberries
++ The ghosts who call your name by Melonteal
The Hard Stuff by Polyhexian
The Importance of Cutting Your Losses (Before They Begin to Tangle at the Ends) by home_musicbox
the problem of evil by tristenthekitty
the sun shines brighter when you’re around by ApricotOatmeal
the symbiotic relationship between ravens and wolves by tristenthekitty
The Yawning Grave by Polyhexian
Three covenheads and a grimwalker by Lindendragon
To Ear is Human, To Forgive Divine by ObabScribbler
to place trust by peterparkerpanic
Too Little, Too Late by TotallyNotASecretAO3Account
Truth or Scare by EmiKoizumi
Try Harder by Polyhexian
Variations and Fugue on a Theme by azhdarchidaen
we have a lot more in common than you would be calm with by tristenthekitty
we are not the soil we are born from (we are the roots we grow ourselves) by howtotrainyournana
we keep this love in a photograph by rnelody
we'll get there, one day by hereforthehurts
what kind of monster by the_sunshine_dims
What Remains by birdinblue
What Resembles the Grave But Isn't by azhdarchidaen
When I See You Again by tristenthekitty
When You Are Young They Assume You Know Nothing by redrasberries
Wholly you, and that's Special by JustWanderingSpace
will i like wolves again? By sleepy_catz
With Crooked Hands by SoliAvi
Words like honey turned to mud by skellygay
World's Best Turkey Carver by Jagodzianka
you broke your wings to help me fly by tristenthekitty
you gave me your eyes, now you're the window to my soul by strawberrydog
++ you made the choice to be by Anonymous
you thought by now you'd be so much better than you are by Cataclysmania
You Want To Smile, You Want To Hurt, You Don't Want To Be by bananadonut
you, wonderful you by paperjamBipper
“You’re Just The Golden Guard.” by Veela_Petal_of_Ice
Over 10k Words:
a bad taste in my mouth by Dragon_Scales_and_Fairy_Tales
A Comparative Study in Redemption Arcs by theprincessofdenial
A Fun Fact About Apples by melikebeez
A Grim Palisman by syzygy_lune
A Potter's Field by theprincessofdenial
A Ship in the Harbour Stays Safe by Polyhexian
Again and Again by GracefulSouffle
agnus dei by rusted_icicles
Alternate Apocalypse by ObabScribbler
Alternative Powersource by MetaTheTrifox
Ashes to Ashes by Sarcastic_Metaphor
Being Human by fairytalesandfolklore
Blood Moon by callboxkat
++ but then a bigger heart grew back by acaciapines
Cats Choose You (As Much As You Choose Them) by FiaNightshade
Children Of The Witches You Couldn’t Kill by Icefire149
Corpse-stink by crushpunchh
Corpses on Ice by Polyhexian
Dead Flowers in the Sand by moth_infernum
Dead Man Running by ashtreelane
Demon Days by Saturnidaes
Distant Hope by Stumble_Into_Madness
Do You Want the Knife You Left In My Back, or Can I Keep It? by Sergeant_Sporks
Dyscrasia by Anonymous
Earning the Title by PseudonymMyself
enough to leave scars by Haicrescendo
Family Tree by vaguenotion
Five Times People Apologized to Hunter and One Time He Apologized to Someone by The_River_Girl
Fledgling by AShipOnTheSea
for every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake by hujwernoo
From Adam Came Eve by Anonymous
Grimwalkers of the Boiling Isles by zickzacks
Grom Knight by ObabScribbler
Golden Kid by meltthepoint
hello, my hollow Holofernes by palant1r
Heart of Stone by WinterEli
How To Be A Liability by grimwalker
Hunting Trap by Dragoncurl
Huntlow Week - 2022 by Mr_Spinner
I Know We Can Make it Better by Pokemaniac5000
i think its time i conclude these tests (and begin the rest of my life) by romanslegs
Imminently Intertwined by AkumaMatata
Inhale, Hold, Exhale by theprincessofdenial
Its A Deal by The_confused_writer
It's a Long Way To Dearest Gravesfield by LadyLorena
keep him safe by sleepy_catz
Lament by Polyhexian
Learned Response by The_Escaped
Lingering Fears by srjoey020
++ Midnight Barbershop by bethanyisinjail
Missing Pieces by sleepy_catz
Of Balanced Stones and its sequel Broken Cage, Binding Chains by EldritchRaven
Only Natural to Harden Up by redrasberries
++ Over before it could begin by Melonteal
Pages Remain by Lollytea
Promisedland by OfMonstersAndMe
Request by Sergeant_Sporks
Retribution by ObabScribbler
Rise, Golden Guard MyExWifeStillMissesMe1
The Saving the World Was Probably Easier series by letters_of_stars
Several Witches Are Typing by azhdarchidaen
Smile in Dreaming by Beckers522
Stitched on smile by TheSteinsGateFormula
Sweet Child O' Mine by ChildlikeGoblinQueen (RiotGrrrlWitch)
That's Just the Nature of Pain by try_again_love
The Atlas and the Avid Reader by Lollytea
The Curse of Mortality by ObabScribbler
The Deal by theprincessofdenial
The Hunter Files by PeridotKirishima
The Lone Mourner by Drabbles_Of_Writing
The Measure of a Witch by BlunderStorm & Flustered_Finesse
The one where the author deals with their recent and unexpected epilepsy diagnosis by projecting it onto a new blorbo by Polyhexian
The Sailor Song by JuiceAstronaut
The Silent Language of Grief by WinterSky101
The Titan Laughs in Flowers by LazlosLulls
There is no open window, but the floors still creep by theprincessofdenial
they say these are the golden years by handsofink
villainous thing by Some_Dead_Guy
++ Waffles & Flapjack — Similar Yet Different by redrasberries
Wake, Hurt, Sleep, Repeat by randomramblingsofme
Whatever It Takes by Sergeant_Sporks
Where Cardinals Fly by q_amongstcupids
where my skin begins by parsnipit
Where The Moon It Shines Like Gold by FiaNightshade
Wherabouts Unknown by SoliAvi
which witch by Anonymous
With Clay and Star Scraps by SiryyGray
Wintery Junk by avatarmerida
wood carving by pawprint_paxillus
You Fill My Lungs With Sweetness by HalcyonHal
You Were More Than Just A Short Time by Sokkas_First_Fangirl
Your Loyal Dog by Sergeant_Sporks
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