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kindofsortofmaybe · 1 year

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a one shot prompt of Willow interrupting Hunter while he's making palismens at work???

hi tysm for the prompt!!! this was fun to write :)

Distracting

“So, working with Dell has been going well?”

Hunter smiled, his eyes creasing at the corners in that way Willow loved. It had taken about six months for Hexside to be rebuilt enough to start up classes, and another three months after that, Hunter decided he wanted to carve a new palisman. It had been somewhat difficult to function without one for those nine months, but Hunter couldn’t find it in himself to replace Flapjack so quickly. After carving Waffles, he found he liked the work, and Eda set him up with her father to learn more about the trade. He had been apprenticing for Dell ever since.

“Yeah,” he replied, “it’s been going really well.” Hunter was sitting on the floor of Willow’s bedroom, having just come from an afternoon with Dell, and the two were just catching up on each other’s weeks. “I’m not a natural or anything, but he says if I keep working as hard as I am, I’ll be a pro in no time.”

“That’s great, Hunter,” Willow replied, beaming proudly. She loved seeing him happy and loved when others recognized how great he was.

“Thanks.” Suddenly his smile was directed at her, and it took her breath away. Even after being together for months, she couldn’t help but pine after him. “But, speaking of working hard,” he continued, “he sent me home with some spine wood to practice on. I thought I could work on it here while you work on that oracle essay?”

Willow groaned loudly and practically melted off of her bed, ending up in a strange position that had her top half on the ground, facing Hunter, while her legs remained on the bed.

“Don’t say that to me,” she whined. “I would rather do anything but that essay.” Hunter laughed at her, so she blew a raspberry in retaliation.

“Well, tough luck, cause I’m practicing carving either way. So essay or no essay, no distracting me, okay?”

“No promises.” Hunter poked her arm with his socked foot, prompting her to laugh. “Alright, fine. No distracting you.”

“Thank you.” Her boyfriend pulled his supplies out of his backpack—setting a small cloth on the ground to catch the wood shavings—and got to work. Willow watched him for a few minutes, then stared at the ceiling aimlessly for a few minutes, and then looked back at Hunter. She let her legs drop off of the bed and shimmied a few inches across the floor to be closer to him.

“Are you done yet?”

“Do I look done?” Hunter retorted, waving the barely-carved piece of wood to emphasize his point.

“Yes, yes you do. It looks perfect. It’s clearly a carving of me and it’s gorgeous. Now pay attention to me, instead.” Hunter gave her a deadpan, but it only further encouraged her.

“Pleeeeease? Just give me one little smooch and I promise I’ll leave you alone,” she pleaded, sitting up to give him a better view of her exaggerated pout. Hunter laughed, surprised, and she watched a splotch of red bloom from his cheeks to his ears. She would never get tired of having that effect on him.

“Fine, but only so you’ll stop distracting me,” he conceded (though they both knew that was not at all why he agreed to kiss her). They both leaned in, but while Hunter expected a quick and chaste kiss, Willow had no intentions of letting him off the hook that easily. She grabbed him by the collar with one hand and splayed the fingers of her other hand across the back of his neck, pressing their lips together firmly and feeling a jolt of satisfaction at the surprised noise that came from the back of his throat. But he adapted quickly, dropping the carving knife and chunk of wood in favor of placing his hands on her waist. Her heart beat wildly in her chest at the contact. Their lips moved in sync, as if they were made for each other, and Willow, feeling bold, nipped gently at Hunter’s bottom lip. When they parted a few moments later, his face was bright red, his eyes were wide, and his hair was looking worse for wear as a result of Willow tangling her fingers in it.

“Hi,” he said, breathlessly.

“Hi,” she replied with a quiet laugh.

Willow did not stop distracting him for the rest of the afternoon, and in the end, neither of them got much work done at all.

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beauleifu · 1 year

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5/12: Palisman

A late contribution to the Huntlow week of 2022 <3

Context: A small yet memorable rendezvous between two magical rascals and their in denial care-takers. Takes place during Season 3.

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She was laying on the ground when he walked in.

It's a Saturday.

Luz had taken everyone else to have another go at the portal; Hunter had volunteered to help Camila prepare lunch.

His Captain, too (he'd remember that).

But now, with lunch baking in the oven and Camila in her room (not without giving the kids plenty of things to do and reminding them she'd check up on them every so often), there's nothing to do.

Which was when Hunter discovered the living room already occupied.

The ceiling held her gaze, giving no light to illuminate her pretty features like the sun would have. He'd always admired the sparkle to those emerald green eyes, but now they're half-lidded (no less beautiful, though).

Hunter hadn't meant to intrude; rather, his intentions were to have himself a nice glass of water from the kitchen.

But lo and behold!

Willow was in the living room, spread eagle on the patterned rug with a pillow supporting her head. Her hair, normally tied up in two side braids, was free and disheveled, likely full of tangles from who knows what. The flyer derby captain was wearing a simple white T-shirt with large, multicolored happy faces printed on the front in two columns of three, and some comfy looking shorts. Pj's, in short, yet it was sometime around midday. Sure, the sun was unable to grace her soft cheeks and cute little nose, yet it swallowed the rest of her body in a gentle glow. Hunter could even see specs of dust hovering in the air above her, sparkling like tiny fireflies in the sunrays.

They went unnoticed, unfortunately.

Everything went unnoticed by Willow. Perhaps she was aware of her surroundings, but not enough to summon the energy to properly interact with it. She was merely existing at the moment, and it baffled the former Golden Guard.

Suddenly, a light pressure was applied to his shoulder.

Flapjack gave a tweet.

Oh no.

Hunter automatically shrugged the bird off, going so far as to wave him away. "Buzz off!" He whispered, heart spiking. Flapjack was notorious for getting what he wants (and Hunter knows what Flapjack wants). "I'll take care of this."

Yes, he would.

The former Golden Guard was completely prepared to sneak past Willow like the coward he was. There's no way he'd even think of interacting-

Flapjack suddenly seized what small strands of Hunter's hair he could and tugged.

Hard.

"Ow!" Hunter hissed, wincing in pain. "Okay, okay! Leggo!"

The bird did so, and Hunter massaged his hair with a wounded expression as Flapjack fluttered upwards and nestled into the boy's hair, trimmed and styled in a way his Uncle would never tolerate.

Flapjack chirped again, quietly.

Hunter rolled his eyes, voice equally low. "I was going to."

Willow was waiting.

So to her he walked. His footsteps were, thankfully, muffled by the soft fluff of his red socks.

He had no idea what he was doing.

But curiosity had him suddenly standing over her, chin to his chest.

Curiosity caused his head to tilt and words to tumble past his lips. "How's the weather down there, Captain?"

And then he realized how absolutely stupid that sounded, and his eyes went as wide as Willow's when she looked at him in surprise.

But her voice was soft, as was the smile she gave him.

"Oh. Hey, Hunter."

She wasn't mad. She wasn't mad.

"Sorry! Sorry - a-am I bothering you?" Was his automatic response, hands slightly raised as though he could physically shove off the embarrassment creeping up on him. Hunter could only look to the ceiling as Willow had done, if only to avoid her beautiful green gaze.

"Oh- I wasn't doing anything, really," Willow was saying, but it barely registered to Hunter. His gaze had snapped down to watch her sit up.

Crap.

He'd totally ruined whatever she was doing.

Blowing out a defeated sigh, Hunter ran a hand through his hair and refused to look at his Captain.

"Water. That - um, I mean. I was gonna get some water. A-Again, I'm really sorry," he added for good measure, shuffling from one foot to another. Willow was sitting with her legs crossed now, the pillow trapped between her arms. "I didn't mean to stare- not that I was! I wasn't staring, that would be creepy, right? I-I just wanted some water, that's it, I- wait! Flapjack!"

His hands were suddenly outstretched.

Flapjack had decided just then to take off and settle down on the rug. Hunter had only just noticed the presence of Clover, Willow's palisman, who seemed delighted to have company.

"Flapjack!" Hunter said again, glaring. "Come here!"

If the bird could blow a raspberry, he totally would, given the look he gives Hunter.

Ooh, sometimes, that bird . . .

The two palismen spent a minute greeting each other before flying up to perch on either side of Willow.

Shoulders now occupied, the witch blinked.

"Hey, guys," she hummed, glancing at Flapjack and Clover in turn. Her eyes sparkled, and for a moment, Hunter was able to forget about being mad at his palisman to appreciate what the sun had forgotten to give his Captain.

That sparkle. It's something he would always wish for, and miss when it went away.

"You mind getting a glass for me, too?"

Hunter felt obliged to lock eyes with her. "You want . . . um-"

Oh, how could be possibly continue being so awkward when her eyes were so nice and warm? The instinct to follow orders without question had him straightening and nodding. "O-Of course!"

He did so.

With almost mechanical movements.

Curse Flapjack and his innate ability to drag Hunter into these kinds of situations!

Well . . .

Hunter felt his face heat up. It was never actually a bad thing.

These 'situations'.

He was tumbling headfirst into another one with the way he's going, two water glasses in his hands as he returned to the living room. Willow's eyes snapped up and her smile grew.

Poor Hunter, he could only thrust out one of the cups and look away. "Here-!"

His Captain was beaming, now. "Thanks, Hunter."

Her fingertips brushed the back of his hand as she took the cup from him, the tone in her voice hinting amusement. (yea, okay, he blushed) He should leave, Hunter should totally be okay to excuse himself now, but he stayed to make sure she took a sip, watching Flapjack carefully so he doesn't try anything.

He never did, though.

Not when things were going his way.

"You, um . . ." She dragged out the 'you', as though mulling over her words as she spoke them. "You wanna join me?"

"On the floor?"

"You sleep in a bag on the floor, Hunter."

"Touché," Hunter agreed solemnly, but stuck a finger up and continued; "Temporarily. What about you?"

As he flopped ungraciously on the rug beside her (not too close, not too close), his Captain hummed, eyebrows skyrocketing. "Cot. Add some blankets and pillows and you could mistake it for an actual bed."

"Hmph. You're so special," Hunter muttered.

He'd meant for it to sound teasing, but he was still getting over the initial awkwardness to be able to control his voice.

Oh, well.

It made Willow laugh, and that immediately cheered Hunter up.

"Now you're making me feel bad!" Said Willow, reaching over to snag another pillow off the couch behind them. With that, she carelessly tossed it in such away that it hit his face. "There. Have a pillow for your troubles."

"Ack-!" Hunter's hands shot up to seize the offending object, peeking over it with wide eyes as Willow settled back down on the floor.

Flapjack and Clover moved to her bent knees, chirping.

"They really like each other, y'know."

Hunter turned to peer scrutinizingly at Flapjack, trying to figure him out. But Willow's words resonate within him; the two really have clicked in ways the other palismen haven't.

"Yeah . . . you think maybe they knew each other in a past life?" Hunter asked, awkwardly positioning himself on the floor beside her.

"Ooooh, maybe - like they were best friends or something?"

"Something like that."

Willow gasped, gesturing with her hands in the air. "Soulmates! And it was destiny for them to meet again."

Clover and Flapjack simply stared at her before sharing a glance.

Hunter chuckled, willing himself to relax. The sun felt warm and the floor wasn't too uncomfortable. Besides, Camila was in her room; if she'd left it, Hunter would've heard. The only thing that could possibly ruin the moment was if a certain red menace decided to have another go at pulling his hair.

"Hey, Hunter."

"Yeah?"

Willow reached out to gently brush her palisman's cheek, before going to rub the bee's neck affectionately. In return, Clover buzzed and leaned into the touch.

"Does Flapjack ever talk to you?"

Said bird tweeted as Hunter snorted. "Yeah, like, all the time. Never seems to shut up."

If Willow could detect the underlying affection, she didn't say anything. "And you can understand what he tells you?"

"Of course. But most of the time he just likes pulling my hair. Lucky you cut it, am I right?" He added with a wide smile, before realizing the context behind that statement. When Willow had caught him in the dead of night. The memory burned fresh in his mind.

Oh, gosh.

The former Golden Guard's cheeks grew hot again. Hot like fire.

He was quick to recover, thumbs twiddling together over his chest. "I-I mean, what about you? Does your palisman ever talk?"

"Meh." Willow shrugged, before snuffing out a laugh. "Most of the time she just brings me gifts."

"Gifts?? Like offerings?"

"No, no!" At this, the laugh escaped Willow before she could stop it. Hunter found himself smiling again at the sound as she continued; "It's not like that, she's not my servant or anything. But she does like to disappear without a trace only to return an hour later with things she found on her adventures," she finished mysteriously.

Hunter was honestly curious, now. 'Like what?"

"Buttons, these cool cards Luz said people used to play magic games. Like Hexes Hold'em! She also brings me all sorts of plants and mushrooms from this realm, old trinkets and jewelry, and this one time she brought back these cool star-shaped sunglasses. Gus said they were retro," said Willow, doing a little jazz-hands and giggling to herself. "And get this! They're green."

All right, he'd bite. Hunter found himself smiling, too. "Let me guess, green's your favorite color?"

His friend merely rolled her eyes, nudging his shoulder with her elbow as she sat up. Her touch sent sparks through his body. It was electric, that feeling.

"Okay, you. Think it's weird, do ya?"

Hands are thrown in the air in mock-surrender. "No!"

She grinned.

"Think it's . . . retro?"

Copying Willow and sitting up, Hunter shrugged. "Eh . . . I guess?"

"I think it's cute. In fact, I have this little box that I put all her gifts into, I can show you sometime if you want?" Willow offered, hands splayed palm-up to allow Clover to settle upon them. She brought her palisman closer, nuzzling the bee affectionately and talking to her. "Yeah, you wanna show Hunter your stash? Totally."

Flapjack took his chance to fly up onto Hunter's head.

But Hunter was preoccupied.

"It's not back . . ." Hunter suddenly felt self conscious, afraid to continue. But upon seeing Willow's soft, open gaze, he took a deep breath and let it out. "The box isn't back with your dads, is it?"

Instantly, he knew what he said was a mistake.

Flapjack even nipped his ear.

Willow's expression grew bittersweet, hints of something a tad more somber underneath the smile she gave him.

"I do have one back home," she said, brushing the fuzz atop Clover's head as she talked; "But I made another one during our time here."

Good going, Hunter.

Hunter swallowed. "Oh. Nice. . . . Sorry."

"No. No apologizing, I absolutely forbid it," said willow, grinning mischievously as she raised a finger to shush him. With Clover perched on her head, she looked absolutely adorable sitting there beside Hunter. With that, she gestured upstairs. "Y'know what, I'm gonna go get that box really quick. You wait here, I'll be right back."

Giving him another smile, Willow stood and walked out of the room. Hunter listened to her footsteps fade upstairs.

Then, his face exploded with heat.

Hands found his face, and he was almost unable to suppress a small squeak.

All that came out was a small, soft sigh of happiness.

He could get used to this.

Little do the lovebirds know, Camila had discovered the two and felt it necessary to take a few pictures for safe keeping.

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