Owl House x Male Reader Oneshots

Gus x Reader

*slight spoilers from season 3 episode 1*

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"I miss my dad."  The sadness in his voice brought down my own mood.  That seemed to happen often when I was around Gus.  I couldn't help feeling happy when he was excited or feeling pissed off when he was feeling down.  Gus didn't deserve any of this, nobody did. 
    
"We'll get you back home to your dad.  Don't worry," I tried to soothe but a few empty words weren't going to cheer him up.  I looked over to him on Camila's couch, huddled in a blanket like he wanted to burrow away.  If he wasn't directly distracted by something, his thoughts seemed to turn towards negativity and I didn't want to see him tear himself apart. 
    
"Anything could be happening over there right now.  He's probably scared and alone and I'm sleeping on a comfortable bed surrounded by the people I love...well most of them anyway."  The anguish struck me hard, almost as hard as being called a loved one of his. 
    
I glanced over to Hunter behind the sewing machine, our stares meeting in equal concern.  He gave me an encouraging nod of his head but I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do.  With a sigh, I stood from my sleeping bag, moving to kneel in front of Gus to draw his attention away from his thoughts. 
    
"None of this is your fault, Gus," I whispered tenderly.  He looked at me doubtfully.  "I'm being serious, no matter how hard we fought or what we did this was going to happen one way or another.  We weren't prepared for an immortal being so there was no way we could've won." 
    
"Not that we failed or anything like that," Hunter chimed in unhelpfully, Gus's frown deepening.  I shot the blonde a glare as he took the hint and looked back down to his sewing. 
    
"We're going to be prepared when we charge back in.  The Collector won't know what hit him cause we'll have surprise on our side," I paused to give Gus a confident smile.  "You're going to be reunited with your dad soon enough and then everything will go back to normal." 
    
He took a moment to contemplate so I decided to lay off for a bit, knowing that hovering over him would only make him feel suffocated but when I turned to stand his hand reached to lay on my wrist.  The motion was unsure and nervous, my heartbeat kicking up a notch. 
    
"Is it wrong to not want everything to go back to normal?  I mean, this summer was fun despite the situation and I don't want to forget the memories we made," he mumbled quietly.  I gave him a soft smile, my own summer memories replaying in my mind. 
    
"You mean like when you found out the rain didn't boil and freaked out when Luz just walked out into it?" I offered with a small chuckle.  Gus sat up excitedly, his own smile beginning to grow as his eyes practically sparkled. 
    
"That was terrifying, okay?!  I thought she was a goner for sure," he exclaimed in mock offense.  I lowered myself to sit by him on the couch, his hand still resting on my wrist comfortably. 
    
"You got so muddy afterwards and Camila was trying so hard not to get mad," I laughed.  Gus chuckled next to me, the memory of him absolutely covered from head to toe in muck flashing fondly in my mind.  He had been so happy at that moment, and so had I. 
    
"What about when we threw Luz's coming out party and you got the wrong cake," he retorted with a bemused smirk.  My hand flew up to cover my heated face from embarrassment.  This only made Gus, and now Hunter, laugh more. 
    
"It wasn't my fault!  They gave me the wrong box and I forgot to look," I groaned.  Poor Luz almost got a 'happy birthday grandma' cake instead if Gus hadn't thought to check on it first. 
    
"To be fair, I don't think she would've ever forgotten that party," Hunter snorted.  A few more minutes passed by of the three of us giggling childishly and recounting embarrassing moments that we would probably rather forget. 
    
My eyelids began to droop tiredly and I noticed similar exhaustion in Gus and Hunter as well.  I yawned with a stretch, my hand slipping away from Gus's touch.  "Guess it's about that time.  Ima hit the hay," I mumbled sleepily. 
    
When I rose to retreat to my sleeping bag, Gus grabbed my hand yet again.  I looked over my shoulder to cast him a confused yet hopeful glance.  He didn't meet my stare though, instead casting his eyes to the floor bashfully. 
    
"Do you wanna sleep on the couch with me?  On the other side or something like that?" he mumbled shyly.  How was I supposed to say no to that face?  Giving him a small smile, I made a grab for my pillow before flopping onto the other side of the couch.  My legs stretched to lay across Gus's own, though he didn't seem to mind as he shuffled into his blanket with an expression of comfort. 
    
"Is this alright?  I don't want to kick you in my sleep or anything," I questioned, giving him a chance to boot me off the couch.  He only shook his head with a sure smile. 
    
"Nah, this is great actually," he grinned, stretching his arms behind his head with a yawn.  "Goodnight guys."  Hunter and I shared our own nocturnal farewells before the lights were turned off and darkness swept across the basement.  I let out a sigh of content, a small selfish part of me wishing every night could be like this one.