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At Raine and Eda’s wedding, they danced awkwardly a full arms length away. It was only a couple months after their return to the Boiling Isles and they are still in the ‘defining the relationship’ phase, so Hunter and Willow were very new to all of…this.
Face red, like it was a lot these days, Hunter looked at his partner with nervous awe as she gazed back in cheeky giddiness, although her own stomach was a mess of bloodyflies. They share uneasy laughs and split a fairy pie during the toast, and Hunter wiped a smidge of filling from her nose that made her blush.
At Darius’s wedding, Hunter wound his arm around her waist and held her closer, more confident in himself and his relationship status. ‘Willow Park’s boyfriend’ is the best title he’s ever received, and let anyone who cared to listen know he felt as such.
They take turns dipping and twirling the other, Hunter even whipping out fancy moves incorporating his flash-step ability as Waffles and Clover spin around their witches in rhythm and glee. Willow giggled and kissed him at the end of the dance, eagerly wrapping her arms around her boyfriend to his delight.
At Amity and Luz’s wedding, they dance with the ease of knowing each other so well and intimately for years, curled into each other as the night winds down from the festivities.
“I think I want our wedding to happen in the forest,” Willow said, head resting on his chest. “Surrounded by flowers, maybe near the lake. And less people. I know we’re the heroes of the Isles, blah blah blah, but there’s now way I’m letting random people in.”
Hunter gulped, still reeling from being so loved and wanted. He can’t see her face from this angle, but he dipped his head down to press his lips against her hair. “I think we should serve scrumplings at the reception. And get a cake from that bakery you like.”
Willow smiled into his shirt collar. “And we aren’t even engaged yet.”
“Hmmhm.” Hunter let out a weak sound of agreement.
Little do they know, they both have a ring stashed away to pop the question at the right time.
Fourteen months later, it was the two of them at the center of the celebration, donned in florals and gold and surrounded by botanicals and carvings of their own creation. They sway back and forth on the dance floor, enveloped in each other completely.
Willow hummed and turned up to her husband. “I love you,” she said, stars in her eyes.
He choked up. It was not the first time tonight (their vows were stalled multiple times because of it, but to be fair
Shaky but determined, he leaned forward to plant a deep kiss on her lips. She met him readily, and the flowering plants sang around them. Their linked hands tighten, matching rings glistening in the fairy lights above.
“I love you, too.”