The Owl House One-Shot Ideas I Got Off Social Media

Golden Prince

So, this person has too good ideas
They have this TOH AU called Little Prince
It's under the hashtag littleprinceau on Twitter
Check him out
At least half of these are inspired by them
Btw this is Huntlow
Gonna try and fit a lot of the stuff he's made for this AU in this one-shot, so there will be little ~~~ chopping up the chapter now and then
I made a mistake in writing the Going to Hexide part, he's meant to come in BEFORE Luz meets Willow and gets her transferred to the Plant Track, so Viney is out of the detention track and Willow is in the Plant Track in that part, I'm too lazy to rewrite it-
That's it, have fun

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Hunter was a simple boy.

He was kind, with an interest in reading, and he loved training his strength and agility with others.

Simple, everyday things that a teenager does. Though, he supposed he did a few things out of the norm, like command a few armies and work with his uncle to keep criminals under control.

His heels clicked against the floor, the rhythm constant and precise. Click, clunk, click, clunk, toes, heel, toes, heel, over and over as he walked to the throne room. He felt that he did badly in his most recent endeavor, and wanted to report his wrongdoings to the emperor, lest he find out on his own how Hunter had nearly let a human surpass him. A sickeningly optimistic one, at that.

The long, white cape, decorated with the Emperor's Sigil on the right and the Golden Guards on the left, billowed behind him, covering all but his brown hair, as the cloak had no hood. It was trimmed with a golden color that tied at his neck, forming a skin-tight collar, draping like a curtain in the front to reveal gold plated armor and dark grey pants. White, slightly draping sleeves were cut off by a pair of brown gloves. His mask was a shimmering gold, close to his face and with cheekbones outlined against the metal. It had two, small antlers at the sides, and the thing was so comfortable that, at times, he forgot he was wearing it until he saw himself in a reflection. His long, pointed, oddly expressive ears poked out of the sides, obvious against the stoic, shimmering gold of the mask.

This was one of his more casual outfits, however, and he wore it often. A prince always has to look his best, he'll never known when he will or won't be seen by others.

The overly exaggerated throne room doors creaked open, shedding a large amount of light into the more dimly lit room on the other side. His uncle preferred less bright lights than most others needed, and Hunter would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same. He nudged the door closed and want to kneel before the monarch he called his uncle, beginning his report. It was short and to the point; he had wanted to work on a little side project to help the residents of the Boiling Isles live a more fulfilling life, and the recently popular human decided to get in his way. 

"I'm deeply sorry, Uncle. If only I could have fought her off, but she was persistent in her efforts to nip my progress at the bud. I've failed."

"Hunter...remove your mask."

Belos sighed lightly, looking down on the Grimwalker in what some would call pity, however he saw it more as worry. The smaller did just as told, revealing the face of a 16-year-old boy, not a scar or blemish in sight, if one looked away from the very, very small nip taken out of the tip of his left ear-a new wound, likely from that human who broke his own mask. He seemed a bit tired, but otherwise healthy, if one didn't count the small bags under his eyes. The eye bags caused Belos to look even more worried beneath the mask he wore.

"You're not required to do these types of missions; this was entirely your own choosing. Whether or not you did well doesn't change the outcome. The Titan is proud of your efforts, but I implore you to take a break. The Titan's will can wait, you cannot, because you're alive and the Titan is not."