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as your voice consoles me

Fandom: The Owl House

Pairing: Hunter Noceda/Willow Park

Synopsis: Hunter has a nightmare, but dont worry, Willow is there to comfort him!

a/n: there wasn't a place to mention this or a place where it seemed relevant but Hunter is transmasc biromantic & aroace-spec and Willow is cisgender (?) pansexual! They're also both neurodivergent (Hunter has autism and Willow has ADHD)

THIS FIC IS POST S3EP1 "Thanks to them" AND CONTAINS SPOILERS PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!

Hunter was wrapped up under a pile of thick wooly blankets, fast asleep. His features which are usually pulled tightly were fully relaxed. Yet he did not look calm. His shoulders began to tense and his face scrunched, He was having a nightmare.

He dashed through a forest that seemed to be endless and the trees were too tall to see if he was even going in the right direction. He was running for his life. He could hear him. His voice was so powerful, echoing through the forest.

“Why are you running from me? I never wanted to hurt you, Caleb.”

Hunter felt the tears spill out of his eyes as he continued to huff and puff. Why is Belos here? Why can't he just leave him alone?

“I’m not Caleb! Im Hunter! Hunter Noceda! and I want nothing to do with you!” He shouted out, not exactly sure where Belos was in the forest, or if he was even there at all.

He blinked the wetness of his eyes away and suddenly, Belos was in front of him. He came to a quick startled stop and let out a frightened noise.

“Caleb, WHY do you keep running from me? Do you want me to hurt you? I dont want to hurt you…” Belos breathed out, his blue eyes piercing daggers into Hunter’s skin and his breath, visible.

“I’m not Caleb... Im Hunter… Please dont hurt me, Uncle…” Hunter struggled to get out, his breathing still labored from running.

Belos, in his cryptid beast form, still had more visible emotion than human Belos ever did. His face softened and he brought his claw up to Hunter’s face, caressing it. Hunter’s eyes were wide and staring at Belos’ fingers. His breath was shaky as he felt hot and sweaty. The anxiety felt like he was being impaled by Odin’s spear Gungnir.

“I want to give you this chance, Caleb, but only this one. Don't make me hurt you, Caleb.” Belos practically whispered.

“Im not Caleb…I’m not…” Hunter cried softly, his hands balled into his own hair, slightly tugging, trying to ground himself.

Belos huffed, and his eyebrows furrowed. He brought his claw away from Hunter’s face and whispered,

“Since you don't want to listen you must suffer the consequences, Caleb.”

Belos brought his claw up as Hunter’s eyes widened, as he brought it down and-

Hunter shot up on the couch, breathing extremely quickly. He looked around panicked and saw Gus nearby. He recognized where he was. The basement. His breathing slowed slightly as he tried to calm himself. He stood up on shaky legs as he walked up the stairs, gripping the stair railing tightly to balance himself.

He got to the kitchen and opened the back door he stepped outside and sat down on the rocking chair right outside the door. He began to rock himself softly in the chair, and he stared up into the sky. The moon was full and bright. He looked at each star and counted them, another attempt to calm himself.

He remembered the breathing tips Gus had taught him, and began to count as he breathed. In….and out…..In….and out…In…and out….

Suddenly, the back door opened, Hunter’s head whipped around, suddenly on-guard, but deflated back into his seat when he noticed who it was.

Then she spoke up, “Hunter, what are you doing out here? It’s two in the morning.” Her tone was soft, like how cotton candy feels in your mouth.

He looked away, and all he had to say was one word, “Nightmare.”

Willow’s eyes softened as he put a hand on Hunter’s back, “I’m sorry. The same one as usual?” 

He nodded and leaned into Willow next to him. The crickets softly chirping, the cool breeze, and his favorite person next to him made it such a serene experience. The silence continued to envelop the two softly for a few minutes, until Hunter seemed to find his voice.

“I’m afraid to go back to sleep.” he spoke up softly.

Willow sat with that for a moment and had an idea, “Well, if you’d like I'll come sleep in the basement with you?”

Hunter’s face pinkened slightly at the thought but enjoyed the idea. It would probably help him sleep. He nodded.

He felt Willow’s body jerk, a cold chill from the cool air. He stood up and spun around to look at the shorter. She looked at him and pulled the door open and gestured for him to go in first. 

He giggled “Thank you” and stepped inside

Willow followed and the two of them made their way downstairs together. Hunter crawled onto the couch and covered himself up.

“Wait, how is this gonna work?” He asked

Willow stood for a moment and her face lit up as she was sparked into motion. She moved forward toward the couch, and made a gesture for Hunter to move the blanket and open his arms.

He looked confused at her and did so, and then Willow crawled into them. Hunter practically jumped off the couch with how startled he was. His face heated up faster than a match being struck and lit. He hesitated to wrap his arms around her as she seemed to immediately relax into them.

He wrapped his arms around her slowly and started to relax. He couldn’t see Willow’s face but he imagined her eyes were already closed. What he couldn’t see though was that her face was just as red as his. She has no idea where this boldness came from inside her, but she just saw her chance and took it.

As the two tomato-like teens lay on the couch together intertwined, they soon calmed into a hushed sleep. And if you asked either of them in the morning, they would never admit it was the best night's rest either of them had gotten.

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