Live in the Present, don't forget the Past(Lumity IG AU)
Tags:
Pilot Designs/human!AU/Reality/Racism/Internet Star!Amity/Homophobia/Protective Ed/Em/Implied!Lumelia/Wrong Text AU/Flirting/Fluff and Angst/All of the Blight Siblings are Gay/Luz is a Bi Disaster someone help her/No Smut/playing in the rain/Semi-Secret Dating/Flirty Amity Blight/Emotional Hurt/Hurt/Comfort/Soft Kisses/Established Amity Blight/Luz Noceda/Switching Perspective
Summary:
Luz receives a wrong number text from the internet star, Amity Blight. As her luck would have it, the girl lives only a city away from her and takes an interest in her. While the rest of the world scrambles desperately to discover who the star's new girlfriend is, Amity and Luz manage to uncover something from the past that indirectly links them together: two untold stories that were purposely forgotten in history by Amity's family and the authorities.
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Part One: there is no lie
A blank screen, that's what she's been staring at for the past several hours.
She itched to draw, to pour her creativity into a piece of art and lose herself in the process while she looks for the correct tones to depict precisely what kind of feeling she needed to show.
But, when she opened her art program, she had nothing to work on. She'd completed her work in progress arts a few days ago, before deciding to take a rest and relax her aching wrist. She's even searched online for drawing inspirations, but absolutely none of them managed to grab her attention enough to turn it into a complete piece.
The only thing lighting the room was the screen illuminating the dark bedroom, projecting grayish blue sparkles that coordinates her current mindset. Millions of indecipherable thoughts race through her mind, each attempting to give her something to draw before she inevitably gives up. It was becoming overwhelming.
Luz sighs and taps her pen on the side of the table for the hundredth time that day, switching to another tab to continue scrolling. Maybe if she keeps looking, she'll find something.
Her phone vibrates next to her and her eyes dart down to the corner of the screen, brows pulling together when she sees the time. Her mother shouldn't be on her way home for another four to five hours, and she has a specific notification tone set for the group chat she's on with her friends.
"Probably a scam text…" Luz mutters, setting her pen down to grab her phone. She clicks it on and immediately notices the unfamiliar number on the screen. Using her fingerprint, she unlocks her phone and opens the text, her finger hovering over the trash bin button at the corner of the screen.
She pauses.
The first thing she sees is bright mint green brushed to the side delicately, revealing the auburn roots that were beginning to grow back out, stretching down to just below the girl's ears.
Dazzling golden eyes are the next to catch Luz's attention, gazing up at the camera with an unreadable expression that Luz would rather call 'curiosity'.
The girl is wearing a black, off-the-shoulder shirt with a golden crescent moon hanging around her neck, just below a black choker; a pair of velvet pink leggings complete the outfit.
"Eres preciosa."
Luz shakes her head and looks at the message down below, clearly not meant for her. It reads: 'How is this outfit for next week?'
She must've intended to send it to her boyfriend. Luz stares at the text for a moment, debating whether or not she should answer, or tell her that she has the wrong number. A thought comes to her and she reaches over to turn the light on, a small voice in the back of her head scolding her as she opens her phone's camera.
Luz uses her reflection in the screen to fix her short, brown hair into something that looked at least a little stylish. She poses with a playful expression and captures the picture, texting back with a caption that says: 'I think it looks hot!'
She presses the arrow for the picture to send and trepidation immediately bites at her spine, a voice in her head reprimanding her for what she'd just pulled. "Why did I do that?!" She shouts out loud, hysterically moving to attempt to prevent the content from sending.
Her stomach plummets. It was sent.
Well now she looked like a creep! Who does that?! "Bad Luz." She scolds herself verbally, shaky hands grabbing her phone when it vibrates again. The artist closes her eyes and prays for the best before reluctantly opening her text messages again, she closes one eye and grimaces as she peeks out of the other, reading the new text below.
'You're not Emira…'
Three dots dance at the bottom of the screen.
'Actually, you're kind of cute. Do you have a name?'
Luz swears her whole world was turned upside down as she processes the text she'd just read. She has to be imagining it. The beautiful, wrong-text girl did not just call her cute. She was dreaming, she has to be, she would wake up any second now.
Nope.
Not dreaming…
She starts texting back before panic settles in, swallowing her nerves and taking on a confident act. 'How do you know I like girls?'
A few seconds later, another image is sent and Luz only barely manages to stop herself from beating her head against the wall. 'Good job!' She mutters to herself. The picture was a screenshot of the bi flag strung up behind her; well, the edge of it, but it was still recognizable.
Recovering, she returns to her phone and finally answers. 'Touche. My name's Luz, what's yours, angel?' She can feel her consciousness biting at her the moment she sends the message, and her inner voice groaning in exasperation while another side is poking at her to see just how far she can go.
The three dots dance at the bottom of the screen again.
'Charming.'
Well, she wasn't repulsed! That's a start. A spark of excitement grows within her and she messages back happily. 'I try.'
Luz scrolls back up to the picture that started all of this, tapping on the picture and sending it through the search on the internet. She wanted to be sure she wasn't talking to a catfish, because there was absolutely no way-
Her stomach grows cold when the results appear on her screen, as well as the text that drops down above. How did she not recognize the girl sooner…? They had to be a catfish, a predator, because there was no way in Hell that Amity Blight herself was texting her.
She was internet famous! Her blog hit over a million views in less than a month only half-a-year ago and her content has been sky-rocketing since then. For nearly four weeks, she was all the talk in school. Six months ago, she turned eighteen years old and confidently revealed her sexuality to the world in rebuttal to some boys who manage to squeeze themselves into her DMs.
The disgusted look on the pale girl's face when she mentioned some of the pictures she'd been sent was hilarious. It'd become a meme for a good six months.
That's why there was no way that the person texting her was Amity Blight. It couldn't be.
She just has to prove it.
Maybe she could expose them for their lies by finding the exact picture they'd sent her. Report them to for attempted identity theft. Luz scrolls through the girl's Instagram account, hope swelling within her as she descends further in search of the picture.
She stops, noticing that the influencer's appearance has changed drastically since her older posts. Luz's eyes flicker up to the top of the screen. The tanned girl smirks and opens Amity's Instagram on her computer, sitting back into her chair and texting back via her phone.
'No way you're Amity Blight...'
A moment later, Amity's profile icon lit up with a circle around it, announcing that she'd just posted a new story. Luz clicks it and she's momentarily taken aback, seeing the green-haired sitting with a hand under her chin and a smug look on her face. The caption read 'yes I am'.
Luz shakes her head. 'That was a coincidence.' She presses send, unconvinced.
The message is read.
The IG profile pic lights up again and Luz reopens it, leaning back again when the girl is seen wearing an amused, but bewildered look on her face.
That one couldn't be a coincidence. 'Not convinced.'
Luz stares at the icon for a minute or two, waiting for the notification to show up again. As if on cue, it turns purple and she clicks, nearly dropping her phone from her spare hand upon seeing the first picture sent to Luz. The caption states 'I've been told I look hot in this outfit.'
Was she toying with her? Luz unlocks her phone and quickly texts back. 'What? No. That doesn't count. A lot of people say she's hot. No proof.' She slams her phone back on the desk, her eyes widening when she becomes aware of her action. She turns her phone over to check the screen. "Okay, we're good." She looks back up when the icon draws a circle around it and her brows pull together, she cautiously taps the picture. It was a video.
Amity raises a brow at the camera and points above her, where Luz's text has been cropped into a single picture to conceal her identity.
Stiffly, Luz rises to her feet and ambles over to her bed with a blank expression. She tilts herself forward and she falls horizontally across the sheets, she grabs a pillow with one hand and stuffs her face into it. Luz lets out a scream.
Her phone is vibrating.
She frowns suspiciously and leans over to grab it from her chair, she taps the green button, raising the phone to her ear and expecting the worst.
"How's that for proof?" The angelic voice laughs from the other end of the line, washing away all of Luz's doubts and insecurities.
This was Amity Blight.
Luz smiles a little and leans back comfortably, excitement coursing through her and causing her to feel slightly restless. She stands up to pace the room. "Are you sure you should be calling strangers, Blight?" She teases. "They could have bad intentions."
Amity answers almost immediately, sounding thoroughly amused. "Do you have bad intentions? I know five different ways to kill someone and efficiently hide a body without the media ever finding out."
Luz stops, rethinking the young lady from the photos she'd seen. She'd looked so sweet, timid, and honest! 'That's kind of hot.' Her subconscious mutters in awe, Luz has never wanted to beat herself up more. "No?" She finally responds.
The other girl giggles, "Then I have nothing to worry about, do I?"
How did a wrong text turn out so wonderfully?