A/N

Hey, guys. Since Season 2 of The Owl House is about to drop (I think), I've decided to upload something I've been working on. This is sort of a reverse AU, where instead of a human entering a magical world, it's a non-human entering the human world. I had a lot of fun writing this, since it's not as long or as serious as my other story. I hope you'll have fun reading it too.

TITLE: To Belong

WORD COUNT: 20.000

CHAPTER COUNT: 11

SUMMARY: Of all the things Luz thought would happen on her temporary visit to the human world, falling in love is not one of them. Nor is the pain that comes with it.

SHIP: Lumity

TROPE: Strangers to lovers, major fluff, moderate angst

CHARACTERS: Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Eda Clawthorne

DRAFT 1 WRITTEN FROM April 19th at 2PM UNTIL April 27th at 6AM.

EDITED ON May 6th at 10PM.

UPDATE DAY: Monday (US time)

PART A

CHAPTER 1

Ever since Luz could remember, Earth has always fascinated her. She doesn't know why, exactly. Especially since others found it strange. Scary, even.

"Can you imagine?" she catches someone saying once to her friend, on her way to the market. "Not being able to summon a broom whenever you wanna leave?"

"So, wait," the friend frowns, "how do they go anywhere, then?"

The girl stops and stares into the eye of her friend. "They walk."

The friend pales. "Like, everywhere?"

"Everywhere."

"All the time?"

"All the time."

The friend shudders and whimpers, and the girl laughs. Luz wants to say something, but what is there to say? There's no use in denying the truth. Still, though. Her heart twists in an unpleasant way, and when she bumps past the girl and her friend, she doesn't bother apologizing.

#

The more everyone tries to convince her that Earth is scary, the more she's convinced that it's not.

"I mean, c'mon," she tells the other kids in the orphanage, fiddling with the straps of her hoodie. "They say humans even look like us, but with weirder-looking ears and fangs."

"And glowing red eyes," someone counters, gesturing to his own eyes.

"And claws instead of nails," another adds, wiggling her fingers.

Luz huffs again, wanting to defend Earth and herself, but finding no way to do so.

Maybe they're right, she tells herself as the caretakers arrive and everyone disperses like ants. Maybe Earth really is as horrible as they say.

When the caretakers aren't looking, she summons a handheld mirror, ducking under the seats. She runs a hand through her short hair, then thumbs the pointy top of her ear. It gives a slight wiggle.

What do human ears look like? Sharper? Narrower? Bigger? Do they have two, like her kind, or do they have more? Her classmates are wrong about humans. Humans are not scary, and their only distinction from witches are the ears. Luz is sure of it.

Maybe, she tells herself, if I grow out my hair, I could even pass as a human. It's a ridiculous notion, of course. Taking care of long hair can be such a drag.

She thumbs her ear again, then tugs it.

She stops playing with it once a kid catches her in her act and gives her a "what are you doing?" look.

#

When a witch drops her things, it's expected of you to look the other way. No one knows why. Some say it's because a witch should be refined, and dropping their things is the opposite of refinement. Others say it's because a witch is as good as their things, and if they don't take care of their things, then they don't take care of themselves. Whatever the reason is, it's become tradition for people to ignore a witch when they're in need of assistance.

But Luz hates tradition.

And Luz hates not being able to help people even more.

She places her own satchel down on the ground, then rushes over to grab the witch's leafy blues as the wind threatens to blow them away. Then, she jumps to grab the winged eyeballs. The slimy buggers squirm in her arms, and Luz presses her lips together to hold back her gags.

The witch—an elderly lady with white hair and bright eyes—is collecting her bones when Luz comes over to her, hands full. A cheery smile blooms in the witch's face. "Why, thank you, kiddo."

"No problem."

She hands over the winged eyeballs, which threaten to leave again as soon as they're freed from her grasp. The witch, however, snaps her fingers, and a net pops out into existence. She maneuvers into wrapping the eyeballs with finger gestures, making it look simple.

"Wow," Luz says, as the witch grabs the net and places it under her armpit. She then grabs the blue leaves, placed in a large bag with one strap. That leaves… "I'll get it," Luz says, before the witch can ask for help, grabbing the pile of bones. Then, an idea pops into her head. "Erm, hold on."

She drops the bones and rushes to grab her satchel. Ignores the looks of surprise everyone's giving her. Comes back and places the bones in her satchel.

There. Easy as pie.

The witch stares.

Luz chuckles. "Heh. Your welcome?"

The witch keeps on staring. Until she blinks. Then smiles. Then gestures for Luz to follow her.

#

When they fly into the forest, Luz is convinced the witch is going to kill her. She's powerful enough to do it. And it would explain why it's taboo to help witches with setting up for her spells and potions. Maybe I've broken some sort of serious witch code. Maybe now that lady is obligated to kill me.

But wait, couldn't she have done that already?

Maybe she's luring me into a place where no one can hear me scream.

That doesn't mean Luz redirects her broom and flies off in the opposite direction. No. She keeps flying and following the witch, admiring how smooth her control over her broom is.

They arrive at a strange-looking house, with all sorts of plants surrounding the place, even trees and bushes. It's like nature itself wants to hide it.

Maybe this is where she'll kill me.

A minute later, Luz sits in what she assumes to be the living room, her broom resting next to the entrance door, looking around with marvel. Strange things litter the place. Books with colorful covers. Large boxes with circular things on them. Thinner boxes that could be mirrors, only with blackened reflections.

The witch lady gives her a cup of steaming tea. Maybe it's poisoned.

Or maybe I should stop freaking myself out.

"So!" The witch claps her hands, sitting opposite her. "First of all, I should thank you. It's not every day that a kid decides to help you out with eyeball-related problems."

Luz nods, drumming her fingers against the ceramic.

The witch crosses her legs. "As a way to thank you, I'm going to give you whatever you want, so long as it's not money, of course." She smirks. "Well, not real money, anyway."

Luz's attention goes back to one of the small boxes, stacked on top of each other. "What is this place?"

"It's my home, of course."

The more she stares, the curiouser she gets. Her body moves on its own, exploring every inch of the room, her curiosity expanding with each strange thing she sees. There's a rectangular glass bottle of what she thinks is potion, but the water inside of it is too still, and the smell of it is unlike anything she's known. There's also a circular thing with 12 symbols and two needles.

All the while, the witch drinks her own cup of tea, letting Luz do as she pleases without a word.

Luz looks at her. "What kind of a witch are you?"

The witch winks. "The best kind," she says, as if it should go without saying.

Luz grabs one of the books, flips through the pages. It's full of art, but not any art she recognises. Not that she's an expert when it comes to art.

Wait a minute.

Luz's eyes narrow. On the back of the book are words. Words of another language. Another language which she's seen before. Even if she doesn't understand it.

"Is this… Are all of these things from Earth?"

The witch nods with a smile.

"But that's—that's not possible."

The witch's smile widens. "That's what they want you to think." She gestures to an empty chair, and the half-full cup of tea. "Why don't you sit down and let me explain?"

#

Luz struggles to wrap her head around it. A secret market to sell human things? A market that, apparently, Eda—the witch she helped—dominates. "It's hard working on a spell that lets you travel to the human world," Eda says. "Most people don't even know it exists."

"Then how come you know the spell?"

"Because I'm good at what I do." Sensing that Luz is unsatisfied with her answer, Eda rolls her eyes. "Look, kid. Sometimes, no matter how hard you work or how dedicated you are, you're just not that powerful." Eda shrugs. "It ain't fair, but talent makes all the difference."

"And you're saying you have it? Talent, I mean."

Eda gestures to her room, full of stuff. Human stuff. Brought from the human world. "What do you think?"

Luz looks away, heat flooding her cheeks. Okay, yeah. That was a dumb thing to ask. She looks back at Eda, asking a new question: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because—" Eda slurps her tea "—you look interested." She places the mug on the table, then leans back in her chair. "Pick anything you want."

Luz's heart skips a beat. "Anything?"

Eda nods. "Yeah. You can even take lots of stuff too, if you want. Just don't take everything. And don't break anything," she adds, wary of how wide Luz's eyes have gotten. "Seriously. D'you have any idea how hard it is to collect some of these?"

So many things. All of them, from Earth. She wants them all. No, she wants more. She wants…

Luz eyes Eda. "Can you, by any chance, take someone else to the human world?"

Eda's face falls. "No. No way."

Raising an eyebrow, Luz crosses her arms. "I thought you were a powerful witch."

"It's not about that," Eda says, devoid of humor. "You have to be careful."

"The human world can't be that bad." Right?

"It's not about the human world. Or, well, it is, but—" Eda deflates back into her chair, her nails scraping against the armrest. She eyes Luz. "Is this really what you want?"

"Yes," Luz says without thinking. "It's what I really, really want. I know it sounds stupid because the human world doesn't have any magic and is, like, super ancient but—"

Eda holds up her hands. "Alright, alright. You've twisted my arms."

Yay!

"But be warned, though," Eda says, eyes narrowing. "There will be rules, and you will follow them. Or else."

Yay?

A/N

And so that's it for the first chapter. I hope you all like it. And if you don't, well, then... umm... I don't know, read something else?

See you next week, guys!