i love ur owl house works! i have never done a request before, but here's my suggestion: autistic hunter struggling with his motor skills and frustrating himself, you can fill in the blanks. i am autistic and lack motor skills and have never seen that addressed in autistic hunter fics and i know I'll love whatever you come up with
Chronology : During the timeskip at the beginning of 3x01
Pairings : Camila & Hunter, Camila & Luz
Headcanon : Autistic!Hunter with motor issues because of it
Author's note : I've talked about this before but it's rare for me to get especially excited a request and this is one of the ones where as soon as I read it I got fuckin HYPED. I also lack refined motor skills, which I've written about with other characters and fandoms before but not Hunter I don't think so here we are
Camila really hadn't asked that much of him. She'd given a very simple chore. Hunter, can you sweep up the kitchen floor, please? she'd asked, and he was eager to help, too.
So, why was this so miserable?
It wasn't that he didn't understand the function of the broom, his hands just didn't want to cooperate. He'd seen Camila and Luz and Vee all do this task before with relative ease. What was wrong with him?
Naturally, his anxiety began to build as he struggled and failed to do the one, simple task he'd been given. Memories of similar instances flew through his head- Times where Belos would give him a simple task and he'd mess it up because his hands didn't work. Those times were always met with severe punishment, so-
"Hunter?" Camila asked as she walked back into the kitchen, only to find the floor barely swept. "Can you finish sweeping, please?" she asked patiently. Hunter wanted to cry. "I'm gonna be making dinner here soon"
"Sorry, I'm sorry" he replied a bit frantically, trying his best to continue sweeping but continuously getting caught as his hands refused to do what they were supposed to. Camila frowned as he grew more and more hysterical until he eventually threw the broom to the floor and ran out of the house.
Luz walked in because of the noise. "Is everything okay, mamá?"
"Hunter was having some sort of trouble sweeping, so he threw this on the ground and ran out of the house" she gestured to the abandoned broom. Luz mirrored her mother's frown. "I think he may be having a panic attack" Camila realized. "Can you keep an eye on the others and make sure they don't come outside while I'm checking on him?"
"Hunter?" Camila asked as she spotted the blonde sitting right on the backdoor stairs. He went rigid and seemed ready to bolt again. "You're not in trouble, don't worry" she was quick to reassure. "Can I come talk with you about what just happened?"
"Okay" he allowed and she smiled as she sat next to him on the backdoor stairs. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?"
"I'm sorry" he apologized, and there were tears in his eyes. Camila's heart sank. What had they done to this poor kid? "I wasn't ignoring your order, I just-"
"Order?" she asked, bewildered.
"Yeah?" he replied, equally bewildered by her reaction. "You gave me an order, and I didn't do it, which-"
"Apologies if that's the incorrect wording" he told her, and for a moment the tears grew a little thicker. "I promise I wasn't ignoring it, though. I just... Couldn't"
"Why?" she asked, though she seemed to just want to understand. Hunter swallowed thickly. Whenever he'd told Belos the real reason before, it hadn't ended well, but he didn't have any better explanation, so...
"My hands don't really... Work" he explained hesitantly, shutting his eyes tight as though expecting to be hit. "Like I can write or draw or flip pages in a book fine, but when it comes to certain tasks like sweeping or tying my shoes or... I don't know, that stupid cup song Luz was trying to teach us" he chuckled. "My hands just don't wanna cooperate, even though I understand how to do it"
"Oh" Camila said and he was already planning what to do if she kicked him out, but she didn't do that. He risked opening an eye and was greeted with a kind smile. "Thank you for telling me, Hunter" she said. What? "I won't ask you to sweep again"
"No, of course not, mijo" she replied earnestly. "You have motor issues. Why would I be mad at you for that?"
"I..." he sighed. "I don't know. I'm sorry"
"Hey, no more apologies" she nudged him gently. "You don't need to apologize for existing in my household, okay? Here, how about you come and help me cook, can you do that?"
"Alright" she smiled. "I'll finish sweeping real quick and then we'll get started"
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