6 Works by danie_bee
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Hunter took a deep breath and pressed his hands against the glass ball, watching as the smoke curled once more. As he pulled away, he watched with bated breath as strings shimmered to life around his hands, glittering silver strands winding around each of his fingers.
Along with a single gold string, looped delicately around his pinky.
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or: Hunter learns how to summon the strings of fate in oracle class. For Huntlow Week Day Seven: Red String of Fate.
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- Part 3 of huntlow week 2022
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Willow wasn’t surprised to find the living room already inhabited, having seen the light coming from downstairs as soon as she exited the bedroom.
It surprised her even less to see that it was Hunter who was still awake.
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or: Willow finds Hunter awake in the middle of the night, reading. For Huntlow Day Four: Comfort.
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- Part 2 of huntlow week 2022
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“Whoa…” Hunter’s eyes glittered as he glanced around the clearing, lips parted in silent awe. A flutter, one she’d become all too familiar with whenever she was with Hunter, kicked off in Willow’s heart. “Did you set this all up just for us?”
“Of course! Gotta make sure your first time seeing the Wailing Star is memorable, right?” Willow said, squeezing his hand and pulling him further into the clearing.
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or: Willow and Hunter watch the Wailing Star. For Huntlow Week Day Three: Stargazing
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- Part 1 of huntlow week 2022
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In the grand scheme of things, though, her injury’s not important—not when Grime’s just lost an arm, not when the fate of their world half depends on her stopping Darcy, not when Marcy is lying unconscious in her arms with a pulse that’s too faint for comfort.
And definitely not when the Core takes control of the moon and sends it hurtling toward them, intent on destroying Amphibia.
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or: Sasha tries to cope with the pain of her injury.
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She had failed, had been too weak to protect the people she loved.
Willow couldn’t remember the last time she felt so small.
Scrubbing at the white hot tears that had started to prick at her eyes, Willow tried to ignore the dark spots that had formed in her vision. She had held onto her feelings as long as she could; her friends needed someone to lean on, and she had clung to the opportunity, desperate to do something for them.
But she could only do so much when she was drowning herself.
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or: Unable to sleep after their fight against Belos, Willow and Hunter have a heart-to-heart.
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“Well, what do you think? Do I look like a gardener?” Hunter tugged at the hem of the gloves, flexing his hands in an attempt to break in the rubbery fabric.
“Hmm,” Willow pursed her lips, scanning the area of the backyard that she claimed as her own, her eyes catching on a small wooden lamppost that she’d been using as a marker for where her garden began. Hooked onto the post, swaying with the gentle breeze, was a wide-brimmed straw sunhat. Camila had mentioned it was a relic from her own unsuccessful attempts at maintaining a garden.
Perfect.
“There we go.” She placed the sunhat atop Hunter’s head, ignoring his indignant “hey!” as she did. Willow stepped back to appreciate her work — he looked cute, all decked out in his gardening gear. “Now you look the part!” she said with a wink.
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or: Willow and Hunter spend some time gardening in the human realm.