therealjordan23

[therealjordan23]

the good girl/bad boy gwiles nobody asked for

ooo

"You shouldn't be smoking," came a pointed voice from behind him.

17 year old Miles Morales groaned, staring at the source of the curt voice: a pale, light skinned girl around his age, though much shorter, was giving him a glare. She had blonde hair split into two neat braids, ocean blue eyes, and sported a pair of gold-framed glasses. She wore the standard Visions Academy uniform: a well pressed plaid blue skirt that didn't have a single wrinkle on it, a navy knit sweater, collared shirt and tie, black leggings and black flats. She continued glaring at him, and folded her arms like a dissatisfied mother. 

He took another defiant puff. "I don't know, Gwen. You should try it. Maybe you'd loosen up for once." 

Miles on the other hand, couldn’t care less for the school’s uniform regulations. He hadn’t even wanted to attend the preppy boarding school to begin with, instead winning a lottery and passing an entry test that honestly, wasn’t that difficult. His blue blazer had several wrinkles on it, he wore a black hoodie, jeans, and his Jordans. The school should've been grateful he was even wearing their stupid blazer to begin with. 

It had been approximately one month since Gwen Stacy had transferred to Visions Academy. Her businessman father had to move to Brooklyn for work-related reasons, meaning his perfect daughter had to enrol at the best school in the city. Mr. Stacy had donated a hefty amount of money to the school, meaning their recently counsellor turned principal, Principal Weber, was going to make sure that Gwen was going to be treated like royalty. 

Miles had gotten into some trouble with Principal Weber right around the time Gwen had joined; apparently the old hag wasn't too keen on the brash teenager vandalizing her office. So naturally, Weber had put him in charge as Gwen's guide for six weeks, stating that her good energy would rub off on him. As if walking her to each class and giving her a tour of Visions wasn't enough on its own, Weber had gotten special permission from Miles’ parents to have Miles walk Gwen to school every morning and walk her home. Miles protested, obviously he did, stating that six weeks was way too extreme of a time frame to be hanging around the pristine porcelain doll that was Gwen Stacy. However, Weber had threatened it was either six weeks of being a guide or semester of after-school detention. Miles had chosen the latter. 

"No thank you," she replied, and he tensed up at the politeness oozing from her tone. "I would rather not be at risk for lung cancer." 

He rolled his eyes, dropping his finished smoke, and putting it out underneath his boot. "Yeah, whatever, princess. Are you ready?" 

"Yes," she nodded. 

Together, they quietly walked towards Visions. He didn't know why she chose to walk when Mr. Stacy had a line of vehicles parked on their driveway. Not that Miles minded. He could use the cardio.

In the short time Gwen Stacy had been a student at Visions, she had quickly made a name for herself. She was somehow on the Student Council, something Miles found himself avoiding, was in every honours class, became head captain of their roller derby team, and even Miles had to begrudgingly admit that she was a damn good leader. She was somehow terrifying and motivating at the same time. Gwen never falunted any of these traits, though, nor did she show off her money. She wasn’t like those other preppy, spoiled rich girls at Visions. Gwen did these things for her own happiness and benefit, and despite how annoying her goody-two-shoes preppiness was, he liked that about her.

Gwen broke the silence. "Have you done the physics homework?"

Miles rolled his eyes. Apparently one month wasn't enough for Gwen to get the memo: he didn't do ‘homework’. "I'm ditching." he said clearly, as if it were obvious. 

Gwen clicked her tongue. "Miles, you're already at risk for suspension for all your absences. If you ditch today too, then—"

"I don't have to come to school?" Miles intervened, placing another cigarette between his lips. "What a nightmare," he chuckled sarcastically, reaching into his back pocket for his lighter.  

She rolled her eyes, snatching the cancer stick from his mouth and throwing it into the bushes. 

“Hey!”

"Would you take this seriously?!" she snapped, though her tone hadn’t lost its perfect and pristine tone. “You could get in trouble or lose your spot in this school!”

Miles scoffed. "Damn, Stacy. Do you care about me or something?"

She smiled sweetly, though there wasn't a trace of mirth in it. "Absolutely not. Besides, I'd love for Weber to extend your punishment by another few weeks."

He froze at that. Could he truly endure six additional weeks of waking up an hour early, walking to the Stacy residence, and having to awkwardly stand outside their gate as Mr. Stacy gave him the evil if-you-hurt-my-daughter-I-hurt-you stink eye every morning before he left for work? Gwen took notice of his rigid shoulders and giggled at his reaction. Miles scowled. That damn angelic sounding laugh was going to drive him truly insane one of these days. Before Miles could think of his own snarky remark to shoot back at her, a shadowy figure emerged from behind them, snaking their arms around Gwen’s waist. Miles felt his hands ball up into fists, and he immediately turned around to find a guy about their age wearing a Midtown High School hoodie. 

Gwen’s nostrils flared, and she wriggled to get out of his grip. 

"Hey, sweetheart," the stranger said into Gwen's ear. "How's my favourite girl?" His eyes travelled up her body with a leer of entitlement.

Miles felt a flame of anger ignite somewhere deep inside of him, and it only burned more fiercely when he saw that Gwen was visibly repulsed. 

She can take care of herself, Miles had to remind himself. Don't lose your temper. 

She pushed him away, her arms flexing as she did so. "I was fine, Eddie," Gwen grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Not so much now that you're here." 

Miles chuckled to himself lightly, happily reminded that Gwen was able to hold her own. It didn't last long, however, because the interloper gave him the evil eye. 

Eddie redirected his gaze to the source of the laughter. "Who's the peasant, Gwen?" 

He wrapped his arm around Gwen’s shoulders and waggled an insolent finger at Miles, and he felt the flame of anger return. 

Gwen glared at him, answering through clenched teeth. "This is Miles. My friend." She stomped her foot in anger. "But I don't talk about my friends to people like you." she huffed, letting her arms fall from her chest. "What are you doing here?" she asked, wrestling out of his grip and stepping away from Eddie and closer to Miles. 

Eddie barked out a laugh and stepped closer, attempting to snake his arm around her again, but she stepped back. His smile became more oily and insinuating. 

"Can't I visit my favourite girl?" he asked, reaching for her for yet another time. 

Miles yanked Gwen behind him. In one swift move, he grabbed Eddie’s arm and pulled it up and behind his back. Grabbing the moron by his stupid hoodie, Miles raised his first to sock him across the jaw, but he held back when he heard Gwen gasp behind him. Taking a deep breath, he decided to settle this with words, the way Gwen usually would; his tone was dangerously calm as he uttered out his next few words. 

"If you want to talk, then fucking talk. But keep your hands off of her," he hissed through clenched teeth. "She obviously doesn't want to be touched."

Miles had dealt with creeps like Eddie before, especially in his old neighbourhood before his father landed his policing job in Brooklyn. He would usually just grab them and drag them to the nearest authority figure.

“She’s mine, who are—”

“Gwen doesn’t belong to anyone,” Miles growled dangerously, putting an angry emphasis on his words. “Now get out of here before I break your arm," he huffed out.

For a brief moment, he turned around and caught Gwen gazing at him in pure awe, and Miles felt his raging anger morph into a much warmer, more pleasant, and less recognizable emotion. But it only lasted a second before she regained her composure and glared at Eddie as well. 

Eddie squirmed as he tried to break free from the grasp on his collar. "Fine! Just let go of me. Take the whore!" 

That’s when Miles saw red. He dropped Eddie, sending him crashing onto the pavement sidewalk. However, Miles hadn't expected the bastard to recover so quickly because he delivered a swift kick that swept Miles under his feet and he too landed hard on the asphalt. Eddie got up and roughly socked him across the jaw, before looking at Gwen. 

"Bitch," he hissed, and Miles’ emotions spiralled out of control. 

Gwen began to open her mouth, probably to diffuse the situation and settle this peacefully like she always liked to do, but Miles had different plans. He scrambled to his feet and tackled Eddie to the ground. He pinned him down, digging his knee into Eddie's chest, and delivered a hard punch across his jaw. He didn't intend to keep on going, until Gwen was pulling him off of him and screaming for him to stop. Eddie was once again lying down on the pavement, this time groaning as blood gushed out from his mouth and nose. There were several bruises beginning to form on his cheek and jaw, and Miles spotted a black eye starting to take effect. He delivered one last hard kick to his shin for good measure, and snarled as Gwen grabbed him, ushering him away. 

"Call her that one more time!" he challenged as Gwen hurriedly took him in the opposite direction. "If you do so much as look at her, you're dead!" Miles shouted as she practically dragged him back to Stacy residence. 

Miles's chest was still heaving with anger as Gwen jammed her keys into the keyhole and unlocked her door. She dragged him all the way upstairs to her bedroom and locked her door. 

"Are you crazy?!" she snapped. 

"Me?!" he sputtered in disbelief. "He was the one—"

"Miles!" she growled. "Every single guy at Midtown is like that!"

"So?!" he barked in disbelief. "Am I supposed to just stand there and let him touch you and call you names?" 

"You're already at risk of suspension! You really don't think Eddie isn't going to Principal Weber right now?!"

He shrugged. "Whatever! Let the idiot squeal. I don't care what happens to me. Nobody does." 

Gwen stared at him, before letting out a soft sigh. "I care." she whispered, before squeezing his hands and disappearing into her bathroom.

Miles sat there, surprised. He knew he had his parents, but he had always been an outcast, along with his other troubled friends. He knew they cared, but to hear it from someone as high class as Gwen was an entirely different experience. Before he could process it any further, she returned with a First Aid kit. 

"Let me see your hands," she murmured, and he obliged. She sucked in a sharp gasp when she saw how scraped up and busted they were.

Wordlessly, Gwen began to bandage him up. 

"Why are you even helping?" he muttered. "I thought you hated me." 

"Maybe I've grown quite fond of you," she sighed. "Your brutish criminal behaviour can be charming… sometimes." she added pointedly. 

He didn't know what to say after that, so he stayed silent. 

“How’s your back?” Gwen asked, referring to his hard fall against the pavement. 

He wordlessly slid his shirt off, lightly hissing. He glanced at her to get a read of how bad it was, instead noticing a light blush dust her cheeks. 

"Nobody… nobody's ever fought for me like that," she breathed shakily as she dabbed his scrapes with some iodine. “Why did you?”

He hissed at the slight burn against the fresh wounds, and Gwen soothed him by blowing cool air on it. 

Miles closed his eyes as she wrapped some gauze around his torso. “I would’ve done it regardless of who it was. Those Midtown douchebags need to understand that this isn’t okay,” he shrugged. “And,” he added offhandedly. “M-maybe I’m fond of you too.”

She cupped his face tenderly. 

For the first time, Miles got a good look at her face. Had her eyes always been this beautiful? She smelled amazing, like lavender and vanilla, but something else too… something salty, like the gentle breeze at the beach. 

Before he knew it, he had pressed his lips against hers… or did she kiss him? Right now, he couldn’t be bothered. 

“Thank you.” she smiled. 

ooo

#across the spiderverse #ghostflower #miles morales #gwen stacy #gwiles #gwen x miles #miles x gwen #spiderman

[therealjordan23]

the bad boy/good girl gwiles nobody asked for

should i do a fic alongside it?👀

#across the spiderverse #ghostflower #miles morales #gwen stacy #miles x gwen #gwen x miles #gwiles #spiderman #atsv #atsv fanart #spiderverse #he has a soft spot for her #she brings out the best in him #he's still scared of rio tho

[therealjordan23]

"Do you love me? It's a simple question."

"It's not a simple answer."

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they give me jax/tara vibes. i definitely drew some inspo from @nightowl374art's ghostprowler design

#miles morales #gwen stacy #across the spiderverse #gwiles #ghostflower #gwen x miles #miles x gwen #spiderman #prowler miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #gwen-42 #across the spider verse fanart #gwen 42 #miles g morales #ghostprowler #help how do i tag gwiles 42 #love drawing black hair

[therealjordan23]

"am i seeing you later tonight?"

"if you play your cards right."

#miles morales #gwen stacy #gwiles #across the spiderverse #ghostflower #gwen x miles #miles x gwen #spiderman #spiderverse fanart #he got piercings after they started dating #i'll do earth-42 gwiles next dw

[therealjordan23]

gwiles shitpost

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The first thing Gwen had to do was tell Miles, and from some of the stories she had heard from other women, it was always one of the challenging parts. It wasn't supposed to be scary or difficult, but ever since the doctor confirmed her suspicions two weeks ago, anytime she tried telling Miles, she found the words die in her throat every time she opened her mouth. At this point, he must've been under the assumption that she had developed some form of memory loss.

The first night they were married, they had spent the night curled up in bed in Miles’ dimension. Too much had happened in too little time; they simply slept, wrapped up together all night. The next morning, Gwen woke up with her arm resting lightly against his bare chest, and she felt his steady heartbeat underneath her palm. She was relieved to find out that it wasn't a dream, and she had indeed gotten married to the man of her dreams. 

When he finally woke up an hour later, she kissed him with every ounce of passion she could muster, and they had truly become husband and wife in that one final threshold.

And now 4 months into the marriage, she was 2 months pregnant.

“Not that I don't like spending time with you," Hobie said thoughtfully. "But it's also dawn, Gwen. I thought you’d be asleep." 

Gwen had woken up early that morning, before the sun had begun to rise. She detangled herself from Miles' loving embrace, and pulled the covers up to his chin upon seeing goosebumps rise steadily on his chest from being exposed to the cold air. She kissed his forehead and silently dressed herself. Sneaking out, she headed to Hobie’s dimension where she knew he’d just be coming back home after a night of partying. True enough, she had found him, and together, they were taking a morning walk. 

"I needed to talk to you where other people wouldn't listen," Gwen insisted, sitting down on a tree trunk. "It's a secret."

"And Miles isn't in on this because…?"

"That's the problem."

She looked down at her hands and watched them shuffle and fidget. She'd been elated when she thought she might be pregnant, but she had to keep her excitement in check until she was sure. As soon as the doctor confirmed her suspicions, she took sudden permission from the universe to be as excited as possible. Truthfully she wasn't exactly sure if she and Miles were able to have children considering that they were from different universes. It was something they had accepted and talked about before tying the knot, and she was ecstatic to learn that yes, they were able to conceive children. Gwen wondered immediately if it would be a baby boy or girl, whether they would have a son or a daughter. She hoped the baby had her eyes and Miles' hair, and as much as she relished saying Gwen Stacy-Morales to herself often, she was even more excited that her children would share the same last name. Miles was the father of her children and she was the mother of his. 

She wanted to communicate all of this to Miles, but she never found the words.

"Talk Gwendy, what's wrong?" Hobie asked, taking a seat on the ground next to her.

"I'm pregnant."

Why was it so easy to tell Hobie and not Miles? Well, perhaps because Hobie had little stake in it other than being the fun uncle. She and Hobie would not be forever bound by this life that they both created and shared. 

That didn't stop him from turning pale and his eyes went wide. Gwen groaned.

"I don't know how to tell Miles, and you're freaking out, which means he'll definitely freak out, and it shouldn't be this hard! And at this point, he won't find out until I actually have the baby, and just say, 'Hi, this is yours', and, oof—!"

She was cut off by a very sudden and very tight hug. After a moment Hobie jumped back though.

"Sorry, I don't want to hurt you, love," he said, eyes darting to her still flat stomach and laughing nervously. "Congratulations Gwen! I’m so happy!"

Gwen smiled at that, and relaxed for the first time in days. "Really?" she asked.

Hobie looked at her in disbelief. "Are you daft? What do you mean 'really'? Of course, Gwen! Miles is basically my brother, you're like my sister!"

"I'm just nervous."

Hobie moved to kneel in front of her. "About what?"

"About what? About everything! Miles will lose his mind—"

"Why?" Hobie challenged. 

She fumbled for an answer. "B-because he's going to be a father! His entire world is going to change, and suddenly, we're going to have a baby to take care of—"

"Gwen." 

Hobie took her hands gently but with purpose. When she refused to look up, he put a few fingers beneath her chin and tilted her up until her eyes met his. And then he smiled the warmest smile he had ever shown her. 

"No one is going to make better parents than you and Miles," he said very plainly. "Miles was born to be a father, and despite not knowing if he could, he's always wanted kids. And you've always been such a kind, gentle, nurturing person. And even better, you two are in love. That's rarer than it should be when it comes to parents. Hell, I wish my parents weren't separated, but here we are, Gwen. Love between parents is rare to come across these days. I know you'll both love that baby with all your heart because you love each other."

It was surprising how deep Hobie could be, and he had a point. She had been elated in the first seconds of knowing she'd be a mother, because she knew that they were doing this together. That's what a baby was: two lovers coming together to create an entire universe made up of stars from his eyes, planets from her hair, comets from their skin.

"Tell him Gwen. I mean right now when you get home. If you don't, I can't guarantee I can keep quiet for long," he laughed.

She smiled, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, gave his hair a stroke, and stood, opening a portal back to Earth-1610. Hobie gave her one last hug as she walked through the portal to the front door of their home. Gwen entered just as quietly as she'd left.

The house was still dark. In the bedroom Miles had moved, turning onto his side with his hands bunched beneath the blanket. He was still heavily asleep, his breathing very deep. Gwen took a deep breath. She kneeled in front of him and gently brushed her hands through his hair. It was always soft and thick and curly. She studied his features intently: he had grown up a lot from their teenage days. Miles grew to be around 6’2 while she stayed 5’10, keeping his hair relatively the same. He had a light stubble, and was a lot more filled out and lean.He began to stir slightly at the touches, his eyes slowly creaking open. She leaned forward and kissed him until his eyes opened completely and he kissed her back lightly.

"Are you awake?" she said.

"Hmfph," he gave as a response, his voice thick, blinking rapidly.

She fought back a laugh. "Are you really awake? It's important," she said.

Miles pulled a hand up to his eyes and roughly rubbed the sleep out of them before pinching at the bridge of his nose. He sat up, the blanket falling down and exposing his skin to the chilly morning air and he shivered. He gave his hair a once through with his own hand before turning to Gwen with clearer eyes.

"Sí, mi amor, I'm awake," he said, yawning. "Are you alright?" 

She took a deep breath through the nose, and told herself when she exhaled out would also come the news about the baby.

"I'm pregnant, Miles," she said.

He looked at first like he'd misunderstood her. Then his jaw fell open. His eyes looked down with such concentration she thought he might have been reading an invisible book.

But when Miles' eyes finally snapped back to Gwen, he smiled and his eyes were like fireworks. In one fluid motion he grabbed and pulled her in and rolled over. He tightly hugged Gwen who hugged him back. The anxious weight on her chest finally dissipated, and a garden of flowers replaced it. She told Miles, and it felt amazing.

He was whispering words of adoration in her ear while she just pulled at him tighter and relished the smell and feel of skin.

"I love you, Gwen," he said plainly and quietly.

"I love you too," she returned.

They spent half the day in bed, talking about names, taking bets on whose hair and eyes it would have. Miles insisted it would be the best Spider person; Gwen said she didn't care as long as they were happy and didn't set foot in an abandoned subway tunnel. He brought her food on a tray, insisted they'd buy all new food immediately, fresh food, he'd bring it to her whenever she needed. She laughed and told him it would be months before she'd truly need that.

It had been the best day of Gwen's life, but she knew there could only be one day that could outdo it.

But she'd have to wait 9 months. 

#miles morales #gwen stacy #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #gwiles #miles x gwen #gwen x miles #spider gwen #spiderman #ghostflower #hobie brown

[therealjordan23]

gwiles - college days

#miles morales #gwen stacy #spider verse #gwiles #ghostflower #miles x gwen #gwen x miles #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman #you with curly hair

[therealjordan23]

hunter hearing Willow call herself half-a-witch:

#toh #toh spoilers #for the future #for the future spoilers #hunter the golden guard #hunter owl house #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #willow park #huntlow #winter toh #toh winter #hunter x willow #willow x hunter

[therealjordan23]

half-a-witch parallels

#the owl house #toh #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #for the future #hunter toh #the owl house hunter #hunter wittebane #hunter owl house #hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #huntlow #hunter x willow #willow park #willow x hunter

[therealjordan23]

Hunter: Uh... hey, Willow? Can I ask you a question?

Willow: Yeah?

Hunter: Why are we lying on the ground?

Willow: You got knocked out, so I laid down next to you so people think we're chilling

#the owl house #toh #incorrect quotes #hunter the golden guard #hunter wittebane #hunter noceda #hunter deamonne #hunter toh #willow park #huntlow #hunter x willow #willow x hunter #winter toh #toh winter

[therealjordan23]

Willow: That's ridiculous, Hunter doesn't have a crush on me!

Gus: Yes he does

Luz: Yes he does

Amity: Yes he does

Hunter: Yes I do

#incorrect quotes #huntlow #this tag is slowly returning to life #the owl house #toh #hunter owl house #willow park #hunter toh #hunter the golden guard #hunter wittebane #hunter noceda #hunter x willow #luz noceda #gus porter #amity blight #im so excited for the new episode

[therealjordan23]

huntlow back in the human realm fic, enjoy

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To her own dismay, once again, Willow Park’s eyes fluttered open to nothing but darkness. It was the third time in a row she found herself waking up in the middle of the night, and she abhorred it. She thought she was cranky enough, even with a full night’s worth of sleep. This choppy new sleep schedule her body had suddenly adapted to seemed to dictate her mood for the following day. 

It was their eighth day back at The Boiling Isles. Willow still very clearly remembered the awful few days she and her friends had spent wandering through a barren wasteland, with no food or water. Once they reached their breaking point, Gus, through his sharp ability to spot illusions, saw a forest that looked a little too densely packed. Needless to say, the remaining members of the Isles were in hiding, and were more than welcoming to the newcomers. 

As she reunited with her parents, she vaguely remembered Hunter standing off to the side bitterly before storming off. She hadn’t seen much of him since they had reunited with the townsfolk, and she assumed his absences played a part into her new choppy and rhythmless sleep schedule. 

Willow wasn’t sure when exactly it had happened, but during their whole texting phase through Penstagram, he would usually text her late at night due to his former Golden Guard duties taking up most of his day. Willow didn’t mind though, she looked forward to their late night conversations. Eventually, it became so that she usually fell asleep best knowing that Hunter was safe and tucked into bed. However, ever since they had stepped foot through that portal, he had been closed off and distant. He didn't want her or anyone else nearby. He had put up walls around him, quite literally and metaphorically, and Willow felt absolutely shattered at the fact that she was being shut out. Maybe the reason she wasn't able to sleep well was because she didn't know if he was alright or not. 

Unable to sleep, she quietly crept out of bed, careful not to wake Luz and Amity who were quietly cuddled up on the other bed. She strolled to the hall and towards the balcony to get some fresh air. She frowned when she noticed that the balcony doors were already open, and felt a cool breeze brush against her face. As she got closer, Willow’s heart skipped a beat when she found that it was Hunter who was leaning against the balcony railing, the moonlight bouncing off of his toned, bare back. Willow loved his scars, heck, she thought it made him more attractive than he already was, but she couldn’t help but wince at the new scars Belos had inflicted.

She hesitated. Did he want her nearby? 

Willow strutted across the hallway until she was standing mere inches from his lean back. She hesitated though. There was a good chance that he would deny her. 

But she reached out anyway.

Her arms circled around his waist, and she pulled herself into the tan, scarred skin that lined his back. She brought her lips to his shoulder slowly, and placed a soft kiss on his skin before turning and resting a soft cheek along his muscle—at first, he simply melted into her embrace. There was no hesitance, no resistance. Only compliance. Only pure instinct. 

But as expected, it ended as soon as it had begun.

Before she could open her mouth to protest, he had stood up straight and gently pried her hands away from his core. Then, to top it off, he somehow pushed away from the balcony and forced a path to the bedroom he and Gus were staying in. 

Not even a word. Just pure rejection. 

Ouch.

He was about halfway when she finally got the nerve to speak up. To finally ask.

"Did I do something?" With every word, she could feel that pressure on her lungs lifting only to be replaced by the silence hanging in the air between them.

He kept his back to her. 

"You owe me an explanation. At least give me that!" she said, her tone coming out sharper than she intended it to. 

At some point, her voice had cracked, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before the waterworks started. Each word seemed to slice through her throat on its way out, and by the end, her voice was raspy.

"You didn't do anything." Defeat reverberated from his raspy voice.

"Then talk to me, Hunter! You won't even look at me anymore." 

The anger now lacing her voice was wasted on her crush, as he started to turn and move towards his room once more.

She snapped. "Hunter, I swear on the Titan. If you leave, I will leave. I will leave, and I won't come back to you." 

He stopped in his tracks, and went stiff and rigid. Willow trembled, and she hoped that Hunter wouldn't throw away the entire friendship and relationship they’ve built with a few more insolent steps.

She sighed. "I know you're upset about Flapjack. And I know you think you can carry this burden. But you can't. You just can't." 

Her heart broke as she saw the outline of his face falter and reveal the real Hunter. Not this steely stranger who refused to speak more than a sentence in her company. The real one: the one being torn apart at every limb.

In his moment of hesitation, she closed the space between them, so she was cradling his face in her palms.

"Just talk to me." 

"I can't." As he spoke, his eyelids flew open and finally revealed all the pain swimming in the depths of his eyes. She was about to plead for his cooperation, but her cries were cut short when he continued.

"I can't do this, Willow." 

Crestfallen.

"This?" 

She prepared herself for the final blow. This was the end. He really was tired of their lackluster friendship. All her fears had been true. 

"I ruined everything. I'm a failure." He looked at her with teary, red eyes. "I let you down." 

When he looked at her, she swore those chesnut eyes shot beams of steel right through her heart. She had no words to describe the new emotion.

She quieted a brow. "What? You didn't do anything." Her voice pleaded for him to understand that nothing he ever did could let her down.

"Yet." 

The word was sharp but it carried the load that had been riding around in those deep dark husks of purple peeking out from beneath his eyes. So she asked that one question that she had avoided for eight days.

"Hunter. What happened? Why are you being like this?" 

The question was tentative, and even with her cooing tone, she could see his shoulder muscles tense at the string of words. His gaze fled away from her own once more and he took a small step backwards.

"I betrayed you." 

The two teenagers stayed like that for a long moment. As if they were stuck in a sudden stalemate. Willow couldn't bring herself to speak, or even move for that matter. She was stunned that he would think of such a thing, that he would really throw away their friendship over Belos possessing him. Because of how his own mind perceived the assault—he looked tired, and his dark eyes were a dead giveaway to how long he had been lying awake, thinking about this very conversation. 

She shook out of her stupor, and faced him—she didn't know what she was doing until she was rushing forward, with no other goal than to hold onto him forever. Her soft hands gently cupped his face, and she kissed him. Her eyes were clenched in an eternal hopefulness, and her lips were pressed against his own pleading mouth.

For a split second there was resistance. She felt the rebellious force that he had used to not accept her hugs, her pleas, and her pitiful attempts at comfort. But his resolve ebbed and eventually he accepted the kiss with a fervor that had been absent for days. He seemed to melt against her as a wild hand was pressed into her untamed, bedhead hair and another hastily guided her jaw deeper into his own. 

They pulled apart, breathing heavily. 

"You're insane." she decided. 

"W-what?" he stammered, happily dazed, still trying to catch his breath from the kiss. 

"Hunter, you never betrayed anyone. Belos took advantage of you. Why can't you see that?!" she demanded. 

He sighed. “I’m not sure… it’s just how I think. Like my brain is hardwired to hate myself,” he floundered helplessly, clearly still recovering from the kiss. 

Her heart shattered at his words. “Well, you need to work on not thinking those thoughts. You know how harsh your own thoughts can be against you?”

He nodded numbly, and Willow pulled him in for a long hug. A few minutes later, Hunter pulled away, smiling; albeit a faint one, but it was there. 

“What?” she asked. 

“You kissed me.”

Willow blushed as the high she had felt from the flurry of emotions died down, and realized what exactly she had done. She had kissed him! No intro, no confession of how she feels about him, no buildup, just bam! Their first kiss. Just like that. 

“Oh my Titan!” she hissed, facepalming herself and blushing. “I didn’t even ask you! Hunter I am so sorry, it was just in the heat of the momen—”

She was cut off by yet another kiss, this time initiated by him. This one was a lot slower and tender. He placed one hand on her waist, and another cupped her jaw as he drew her closer. Willow sighed contentedly into his mouth: this was dangerously addicting. Willow let herself melt into him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

A few minutes later, they pulled apart purely for the lack of air. 

"We should stop," Willow mumbled against his soft lips. "Unless we want to get caught." 

He pecked her one more time, and placed a soft one against her forehead. 

"Thanks, Willow," he smiled after pulling away. "I mean it."  

"I care about you," she whispered. "And if you ever want to talk… or do more of, err that," she added with a heavy blush, thankful for the darkness that was able to hide it. "Then we can meet here." 

He smiled bashfully, blushing. "I-I'd like that." 

With that, both teens bid each other a good night, and went back to their respective bedrooms. 

And for the first time since returning home, Willow slept peacefully. 

#toh #the owl house #hunter toh #the owl house hunter #huntlow #hunter the golden guard #hunter wittebane #hunter noceda #how many fucking last names do i have to tag #willow park #hunter x willow #willow x hunter #luz noceda #amity blight #gus porter #lumity

[therealjordan23]

AHHHH this is amazing!!!!

⚜️don’t you know that I’ll cry tears of gold for you?⚜️

Please consider this my formal apology to my last angst post, here’s some fluffy huntlow implied angst :3

Song is Tears of Gold by Faouzia, highly recommend you listen to it :) I thought it was fitting for our dear golden boy

(please click on the image, it’s high quality and the bg is transparent.)

Reblogs are highly appreciated and I look at all of them💕🥺🌿

#hunter toh #toh #the owl house #thanks to them #toh spoilers #huntlow #implied #toh season 3 spoilers #toh fanart

[therealjordan23]

I hate to say it, but he’s iconic your honour

#the owl house #the owl house hunter #toh #hunter the golden guard #huntlow #hunter toh #hunter wittebane

[therealjordan23]

Luz: [snickers looking at Hunter and Willow’s respective palismen] Hehe, the birds and the bees!

Amity: [deadpanned] Luz!

Willow: [blushing]

Gus: [smirking]

Hunter: […]

Hunter: The what?

Camila: [grabbing a book] Come with me, sweetie

#toh winter #the owl house #toh #incorrect quotes #hunter the golden guard #huntlow #willow park #hunter x willow #hunter wittebane #hunter toh #winter toh #toh willow #amity blight #luz noceda #lumity #gus porter #lmao i am headcanoning that belos never bothered telling hunter about any of this #camila noceda #toh camila #she’s the best

[therealjordan23]

I’ve been waiting for Caleb’s lovers name to be revealed to finally release this fic. 

Spoilers? Yeah, I’m gonna count this as minor spoilers for Thanks to Them. 

ooo

As his breathing became shallow and the flames slowly engulfed Caleb Wittebane’s surroundings, a strange sense of peace overcame him. To his surprise, he wasn’t scared of his oncoming death. He felt warm and cozy, and the hazy orange flames licked up against every surface near him. A steady stream of blood trickled down his stab wound, and began to pool around his torso. Yet, despite all of it, he felt at ease. 

Caleb glanced up, and found himself staring at his killer—the wicked blade that was used to stab him was still in his grasp, and all he could focus on were the piercing blue eyes that seethed with anger. His younger brother had changed so much in so little time: his scrawny figure, bloodshot, sunken eyes, and long, unmaintained beard all should have been strong indicators that his brother’s hatred for witches was much more severe than Caleb had initially thought. He should have been paying attention to the warning signs, but instead, he was too caught up in his own world. 

It was too late for Phillip. 

Phillip loomed over him, his bloodied hands trembling when the haunting realization of what he exactly had done finally struck him. He staggered backwards, the knife clattering out of his hands as he did so. He began muttering something inaudible, and he struggled to find words. Ignoring him, Caleb mustered whatever energy he had left, and turned onto his side to face the other body that had hit the ground. 

Evelyn. His beloved. His jewel. His grace.

What was once Caleb’s beautiful fiancée was now reduced to a pale, lifeless corpse. Her gorgeous emerald-green eyes were still wide open, presumably from shock, and they looked at him, still very much terrified. He squeezed his own eyes shut, and let the pain wash over him. He wished she had never met him. He wished he had never stepped foot into this realm. He wished he had never introduced her to Phillip… her death warrant was signed off on the moment he had introduced her to his little brother. 

Caleb rolled over using whatever energy he had left, and weakly reached out. He pressed two fingers against his lips, and placed them on her forehead, before slowly drifting down and using the two nimble fingers to close her eyes. 

“Goodnight, love,” Caleb whispered, before rolling onto his back. 

Phillip watched the encounter, but made no move to stop his dying brother. 

Black spots began dancing in front of his eyes; his vision became darker, and Caleb croaked out. 

“Come here,” he said as firmly as he could. Phillip looked up in surprise, and knowing the time limit, he grumbled out his request again. “Come here. Now.” 

It wasn’t forceful, but it was certainly a demand. 

“C-C-Caleb,” Phillip stammered, sauntering over, getting down on his knee and crouching beside him. “I-I’m s-sorr—”

“I forgive you,” he said plainly. Despite everything, his protective older brother instincts kicked in, and he knew he couldn’t let Phillip live the rest of his life guiltily. “I forgive you,” he repeated, his voice soft and weak. 

Caleb closed his eyes as he uttered his forgiveness again and again, but his attention was no longer on Phillip. He pictured her in his mind, her every little detail as clear as water. Her dark hair, her freckles, the one scar above her chin she had received due to a fist fight. Her tough attitude, the rough, rebellious, and aggressive use of wild magic. Her slender form, every inch of skin that had touched whenever they had made love. He began to feel at ease, and managed a small smile. 

He would see her soon enough. 

Eventually, tiredness began to take over, and Caleb Wittebane surrendered a quiet, peaceful slumber held by the hand of his brother. 

#toh #the owl house #caleb wittebane #evelyn toh #toh thanks to them #hunter the golden guard #hunter wittebane #hunter toh #phillip wittebane #emperor belos #huntlow #toh spoilers

[therealjordan23]

just a quick angsty Lumity/huntlow drabble

ooo

Hunter paid no attention to it. 

He felt uncomfortable enough accompanying a group of people he had just befriended, and felt even that label was an over exaggeration. He was closest to Willow and Gus, under chaotic terms with Luz, and with Amity? He never knew where he stood with her. Ever since their infamous battle for the portal key's blood, the two had never really spoken after that. 

So when he became privy to Amity's woes after Luz's recent lack of communication, he didn't pay any attention to it. The others, including the basilisk Vee, and Luz's mother, Camila, had tried to get Luz to open up, but the moody Latina was in no mood to talk to anyone. Amity was extremely depressed, even blaming herself for Luz's attitude, much to everyone's horror. However, he had kept himself distant. He couldn't go poking his nose where it didn't belong. 

It had been exactly 4 days since they had come from the Demon Realm, and Amity was a shell of her former self. Any hope of her and Luz's relationship blossoming in the Human Realm was squashed, and he felt sympathy for her. After all, Amity Blight had demons of her own—not knowing if her family was alive, not knowing if her friends had survived, and coming to terms with her mother being a bitch was enough for anyone. But on top of this, someone who she thought moved her more than anything was shutting her out. 

But again, he paid no attention to it. 

Hunter sighed, lying down on Camila's sofa, closing his eyes. Back in the Emperor's Coven, he was trained to be a light sleeper in case they would run into any danger. However, in this world, he was free to sleep peacefully. Guilt wracked his body when he thought of Darius and the others, but he shrugged it off. What could he do about it? 

He heard someone coming into the Living Room, but he kept his eyes shut. There was a light tap on his shoulder, and he popped open one eye. 

"Hi, Blight." he greeted cordially. 

"Sorry… the sofa looked so uncomfortable, and I was wondering if you wanted a pillow?" she asked, soft pillow in hand. 

"Oh… thank you." 

There was a tense silence, and he sat up while she propped up the pillow behind his neck. 

He sighed. "I'm… err, used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions," he coughed. "Uh… Emperor's Coven and all." 

She nodded. "Well, it wouldn't hurt to be comfortable sometimes." 

Amity sat on the sofa adjacent from him, and sighed. She looked paler than usual, which was saying a lot, and her sunken eyes were strong indicators that she hadn't been sleeping much. 

"You okay?" 

He cringed at bow stupid his question sounded. Obviously she wasn't okay. 

"Yeah… I know you've been keeping your distance from the whole thing."

He blushed, and sat up, before slowly making his way towards Amity and sitting next to her. 

"I didn't want to intrude." 

She glanced at him. "Well, you're apart of the group now. That means being apart of group matters." 

"But this is a girlfriend matter." 

"Hunter, friends are allowed to ask what's going on." 

He opened his mouth to say something, but faltered. She was right. 

"Could you… maybe talk to her?" she asked in a small voice. 

Hunter paled. "Blight, I'm flattered," he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. "But who am I to talk to your Human? You have four other people in this house who are far more inclined to help her open up—" he was cut off by Amity suddenly rushing to him, wrapping him in a tight hug. 

Her choked sobs wracked her body as she cried against his chest, and Hunter was stunned. Amity Blight, one of the strongest witches he had ever faced, was now reduced to a blubbery, angst-ridden mess due to the actions of Luz Noceda. Even though he was uncomfortable, he slowly wrapped his arms around her. Hunter sighed. Even if Amity was heavily distraught about her lover's recent lack of communication, he had to admit that it was sweet seeing someone care so deeply about another person. Maybe that's what Luz, who had recently blocked herself off from any emotion, needed to understand. 

"I'll go talk," he whispered. 

"I-I'm sorry," Amity sighed. "I don't want to guilt you into talking to her just because I'm crying." 

"No, no," he murmured. "I just… know where you're coming from." he said, staring off into the distance. 

His gaze drifted towards the patio, where Willow and Camila were happily chatting away as they planted seedlings into the dirt. Willow had a streak of mud brushed across her cheek, dirt ridden jeans, and her face was flushed from working in the yard all day. However, once she caught him sneaking a glance at her, she smiled warmly, waving at him with the small shovel in her hand. Hunter blushed, and returned her wave. Even if she was tired, she always had the time for him. 

Luckily Amity didn't catch this interaction due to wiping her own tears away, and he quickly regained his composure. 

"Sit down and pull yourself together… Amity," he said softly, her first name feeling foreign against his tongue. "You're stronger than this. You've faced death countless times, and Luz isn't a hurdle worth your tears. I told you that there's nothing worse than disappointing someone who thinks you're special… well, it works both ways. That special someone can't disappoint you either."

He didn't bother paying attention to her reaction, because he turned around, and started for the stairs, heading towards Luz's bedroom. When she wasn't busying herself with avoiding Amity outside, Luz usually holed herself up in her dark, depressing bedroom. Unless she never wanted to be in a relationship ever again, Hunter needed to put a stop to it now. 

He knocked. 

"Go away."

He rolled his eyes. "It's Hunter."

He was met with silence. Stunned silence, almost, like he was the last person on the Human Realm that she was expecting. He held his breath, and soon enough, the door swung open. Hunter wrinkled his nose as the musky scent of the dingy room hit his nostrils, and looked up to find the human sitting on her bed. She still hadn't changed out of her clothes from the Demon Realm, it was clear Luz hadn't showered since returning home, and her hair was a mess. 

"It smells bad," he said plainly. 

Luz scoffed. "Good to see you too." 

"We live in the same house. It's good to see me? We aren't meeting up after a month's time, human." 

She stayed silent. 

"What are you doing? What is going on with you?" 

She rolled her eyes. "Did Amity send you?" 

He shrugged. "She's worried about you. So are your friends and your mother. Everyone's scared to approach you." 

"And you?" 

Hunter scoffed. "I don't care about what you do, Luz, I don't have any control over how you think and feel. But when your girlfriend is crying to me, there's a problem." 

"Tell her to stop worrying. I don't need anyone's support right now." 

He growled. "Listen to yourself. Stop worrying? What part of the title awesome girlfriend are you living up to if you're turning your own partner away?"

She stayed silent. 

The night they had arrived, Camila had sat the five dejected teenagers down, and drilled into their heads that the best thing they could do now was relax and not blame themselves for what happened. Clearly, the drilling wasn't hard enough for Luz.

"I know why you're so upset… you feel guilty over leaving. But Luz, you need to focus on the positives—not only are you alive, but you have your closest friends, girlfriend, and mother by your side. All of which are willing to console you." 

Luz growled. "And the negatives?" she sneered. "What about those? Do I just forget about them?"

He cleared his throat. "No. Because all of that did happen. We get to live in this safe realm while they have to deal with The Collector. We don't even know if they're alive as we speak. But Luz, is this really how you want to cope with the situation? Alone in some dingy room, while your girlfriend cries?" 

She stayed silent. Hunter began to grow frustrated, but unlike the others who had tried reasoning with Luz, he wasn't afraid to show it. 

"Is Amity worthless to you?" he finally asked in disbelief. 

She looked horrified. "No! What would even give you that idea?!" 

He smirked, but there was absolutely no mirth in his merlot eyes. "Oh, well let's see here… is it the lack of communication, emotional support, or physical?"

She scowled. 

Hunter continued, knowing exactly how to push her buttons. "Or maybe it's the severe pain of realizing of someone who she thought was her second half absolutely refuses to—"

"Alright, alright, alright!" Luz snapped, finally showing how she felt. "I can take a fucking hint!"

Hunter held back a look of surprise. It was almost… refreshing to hear Luz curse. She was usually a bubbly, energetic, hyperactive person, but all of that had been locked away for the past four days. Now, he finally heard some emotion. 

"Prove it then." he said, before slipping out of the bedroom. 

#toh #the owl house #the owl house hunter #hunter the golden guard #hunter wittebane #willow park #huntlow #hunter x willow #hunter toh #winter toh #luz noceda #luz x amity #amity blight #toh amity #lumity

[therealjordan23]

Willow: Ooh, it's kinda cold.

Hunter: Here, take my jacket.

Willow: I love you.

Hunter: God, we are such the... perfect couple.

Gus: I'm cold too.

Matt: Well, damn, Gus. I can't control the weather!

#toh #the owl house #the owl house hunter #hunter toh #incorrect quotes #hunter x willow #huntlow #willow park #gus porter #mattholomule #gustholomule #mattholomule toh