Author's Note: Hello all! This will be my first time writing a series instead of my 'usual' shorts. I haven't uploaded anything here for the better half of a decade. So, forgive me if the tropes and poor word choice take away from the reading experience. However, I was really touched after reading several other Owl House stories and I felt compelled to bring this idea to life. It will consist of 10 Chapters and focus on Amity's struggles to confess her feelings to Luz, how the two will experience this new relationship, and a sorely untouched subject of Amity's parents. I felt the show didn't provide justice to this and decided to write this as my take on how things would play out. The story will begin shortly after the ending of Season 1 and I want to honor the canon so I will inevitably pull a few inspirations from the remainder of the series to keep in touch with these guys character base. I'm not trying to rewrite another sappy lovefic for the Lumity fandom (Even though I'm sure its how it'll end up). Please enjoy and forgive me for the terrible Spanish. GT can only do so much. Enjoy!
Lost In Translation
Amity stood by her bedroom window, her fingers tapping nervously against the glass. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the room. Outside, the world was painted in soft hues of golden warmth, as if nature itself conspired to match the tumultuous emotions churning within her. The play of light and shadows danced on her face, mirroring the complex mosaic of feelings warring within her. With each tap against the windowpane, a thousand unspoken words and unanswered questions echoed in her mind, their weight growing heavier with every passing moment. It was as if her very being had become a vessel for the conflicting currents of frustration and uncertainty, and she found herself lost in the depths of her own emotions, unsure of how to navigate the uncharted territory of her heart.
Breaking herself from the emotional respite, the young Blight teen began to ready herself for the day.
Amity's heart raced as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her thoughts consumed by Luz, the human who had effortlessly woven her way into her life. The rumors of a budding romance that buzzed through the magical realm only added to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. The Lumity sensation as it had been dubbed was inescapable, and it both thrilled and terrified her.
She had never expected to feel such a strong connection with someone, especially not a human. But Luz was different—vibrant, determined, and brimming with a contagious energy that captivated her. The last few months since the human girl had arrived had caused Amity to question the very nature of her standing in not only her social life, but also with the Boiling Isles. She couldn't deny the impact the human had had on her emotional evolution from the snobby rich witchling she was into a brave and sometimes selfless girl with a heart for adventure.
Without question, the moments they had spent together, whether it was training in the Abomination Track or sharing stolen glances during their adventures, had left an indelible mark on Amity's heart. And the minty haired teen cherished every moment of it.
Yet, as she adjusted her hair nervously and tried to calm her racing thoughts, Amity couldn't help but wonder if their connection was merely a fleeting illusion. Luz was not from the demon realm, and Amity feared that their differences would eventually drive them apart. The thought of confronting her strict and traditionalist parents with the truth was daunting, and it weighed heavily on her mind.
Amity recalled her parents shock, or more specifically her overbearing mother Odalia's, at the discovery of her abandoning her former friends like Boscha and Skara for witches of a lower class. Although it irked them to no end, her mother confided and chalked it up to Amity experiencing a more rebellious phase, as she put it. The Blight teen was just thankful Edric and Emira didn't reveal her newfound friendship with Luz. It was a revelation in which she dreamt every possible scenario would go horribly wrong. And so she left it at that.
Her gaze drifted to the photo on her dresser—a picture of her and her parents, their smiles frozen in a perfect facade of unity. The image taunted her, reminding her of the expectations and limitations placed upon her.
Her. A Blight. The perfect witchling in a family of perfectly hopeless degenerates. The next in a long line of pompous opulence ready to bloom into an iridescent display of arrogance her family was all too well known for. Whether it was her father Alador's almost ceaseless labor of creating the latest and greatest security slime monsters in exchange for the time he should have spent tending to his children or her mother Odalia's relentless pursuit of capital gain and reputational growth.
Amity yearned to break free from those chains, to follow her heart and embrace the person she wanted to be. Or maybe the person she wanted to be with.
With a determined exhale, the young witchling shook herself from her toiling thoughts and readied herself for the day.
Leaving the confines of Blight Manor, Amity made her way through the familiar streets of Bonesborough towards Hexside School of Magic and Demonics. The school day itself had been rather uneventful, filled with mundane lessons and the predictable routine. However, a small incident managed to break the monotony and inject a momentary spark into the otherwise ordinary day.
As she walked through the crowded hallway, Amity caught sight of a commotion near the entrance of the principal's office. Curiosity piqued, she edged closer, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before her. There, in the midst of a sea of students, stood Principal Bump, his face flushed with exertion as he grappled with that deviant Mattholomule. The self-designated President of the Human Appreciation Society.
The dweebish student, known for his mischievous nature and penchant for trouble, had seemingly pushed Principal Bump to his limits once again. This time, it appeared that Mattholomule had been caught attempting to sneak into the forbidden catacombs in search of more of his "human relics". Upon further examination, it appeared the lanky teen had swindled some old children's comics Luz had told her about. And it looked as if the distressed headmaster was determined to put an end to his antics.
Amity's eyes widened as she witnessed the unexpected turn of events unfold in front of her. Principal Bump and Mattholomule were locked in a fierce tug of war over a human comic book, its pages threatening to tear under the strain. The colorful illustrations depicting superheroes and villains blurred before her eyes, caught in the power struggle between the two. "Let go, you delinquent!" Principal Bump growled, his face contorted with determination.
Mattholomule, his grip equally stubborn, retorted, "No way, Bump! This comic is a rare collector's item from the Human Realm. It deserves to be appreciated!"
The tension in the hallway grew palpable as the students around them watched, captivated by the unfolding spectacle. The comic book quivered, its pages strained to their limits.
"Enough!" Principal Bump roared, veins bulging on his forehead. With a sudden surge of strength, he yanked the comic book forcefully, causing it to rip apart.
The hallway erupted in gasps and murmurs as the torn pages fluttered to the ground. Amity's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in shock at the sight. She had never seen Principal Bump so enraged.
"You've crossed the line, Mattholomule! I'll give you something that all delinquents like yourself can appreciate." the headmaster seethed, his voice laced with a newfound authority.
Mattholomule's defiance melted into genuine fear as he stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Principal Bump! I didn't mean to..."
But Principal Bump was unyielding. With an intensity in his eyes, he advanced towards Mattholomule, who took a step back, his shoulders hunched.
A surge of energy seemed to emanate from Principal Bump as his eyes widened with academic fury. His normally composed demeanor shattered, replaced by a primal rage that coursed through his veins. In that moment, it was as if the very essence of his authority had been magnified, granting him an unprecedented strength.
With a rather uncharacteristic shout, Principal Bump's grip tightened on the remnants of the torn comic book. The witchling deviant, Mattholomule, trembled in fear, his mischievous smirk replaced by a look of genuine apprehension. The balance of power had shifted, and it was clear that the aged headmaster held the upper hand.
Amity couldn't tear her gaze away from the spectacle unfolding before her. It was as if the torn comic book had unleashed a hidden force within her beloved Headmaster, enabling him to overcome the juvenile witchling's defiant nature. The raw power emanating from him was both awe-inspiring and unsettling, a reminder of the unpredictable nature of magic and the depths of authority that Principal Bump possessed.
As the hallway fell into stunned silence, Amity couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination and trepidation. The incident had unleashed a side of Principal Bump she had never seen before, a glimpse into the untapped potential hidden beneath his seemingly mundane exterior. It served as a stark reminder that even in the realm of magic and mischief, there were forces and abilities yet to be fully understood.
"So, you like to create strife do you child?" the elder witch questioned. "Well perhaps you can mull over your decisions today during your next week in the detention pit." The anticipation so thick in air could be cut with a knife.
Amity watched with a mix of amusement and disbelief as Principal Bump summoned two of the newly furbished school monitors (courtesy of Luz's previous antics) to drag the blabbering witchling into the newly renovated detention pit, a recent addition to the school's disciplinary measures. It seemed like an elaborate dance, their struggle punctuated by the cheers and jeers of the gathered students, all reveling in the spectacle.
As the commotion subsided and the hallway returned to its usual buzz, Amity couldn't help but shake her head at the absurdity of it all. Even in the midst of her own inner turmoil, the antics between the two served as a stark reminder that life continued to unfold, oblivious to the complexity of her emotions.
With a sigh, Amity pushed aside the lingering laughter and chatter, focusing her thoughts back to the matter at hand—her growing feelings for Luz. The incident had momentarily distracted her, but the uncertainty and frustration still tugged at her heart. She knew she couldn't hide from her own emotions forever, and the time to confront them was drawing near. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice the familiar figures of Willow and her beloved crush approaching until it was too late.
"Hey, Amity!" Willow called out, a bright smile on her face.
Amity's head snapped up, and her breath hitched as she locked eyes with Luz. Flustered and caught off guard, she stumbled over her words. "Oh, h-hey, Willow. Luz." Her voice came out slightly higher pitched than she intended.
Luz, seemingly oblivious to Amity's flustered state, beamed and rushed forward, enveloping Amity in a tight hug. "Amity! I missed you! It's been forever!"
Amity froze for a moment, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep shade of pink. Luz's warmth and enthusiasm never failed to catch her off guard, stirring emotions she wasn't quite ready to confront. "Uh, yeah. I missed you too, but it has only been a week you know?" she managed to reply, her voice slightly breathless.
As the hug lingered a bit longer than expected, Luz suddenly pulled back, her eyes widening in realization. "Oops! Sorry, Amity. I got carried away. It's just... I'm really glad to see you." The human's own cheeks began to radiate slightly from the incident.
And, like clockwork, an all too familiar feeling rushed over the green-haired witchling. One which Amity couldn't help but smile at whilst watching Luz's adorable awkwardness. It always melted her heart. "It's alright, Luz. I'm glad to see you too."
Willow, noticing the slight tension in the air, decided to break the ice. "So, Amity, have you heard about our Rider Derby team? We're still struggling to find more members. You know if anyone in the abomination track might be interested?"
Luz perked up, eager to contribute. "Hey, Amity, you're amazing at Grudgby. Maybe you should join Willow's team! You'd be a great addition! After seeing how you handled Boscha and her goons. I can't wait to see what you could do in a real maneuver sport," Luz coyly remarked.
Amity's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at Luz's compliment and suggestion. She quickly tried to deflect, her voice slightly faltering. "Oh, I don't know, Luz. Rider derby is a bit different from Grudgby..."
Willow, more aware of Amity's current state than she would have liked, jumped in to explain, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well Luz…" She trailed. "Amity may be a star Grudgby player, but let's just say her last attempt at rider derby didn't go… according to plan?" She peeved. "Let's just say it involved a rather embarrassing collision with the St. Epiderm's cheerleading squad."
Amity's eyes widened at Willow's revelation, her mind flashing back to that mortifying moment. She mentally scolded herself for the distraction that had caused the accident. "W-Well, it was an accident... Besides, that was a long time ago," she tried to deflect.
Luz chuckled, catching the slight hint of embarrassment in Amity's voice. "Well, accidents happen to the best of us, Amity. But I still think you'd be great on the team. Ain't no one in Hexside who can pull off sportwear like you girl!"
Amity's heart skipped a beat at Luz's encouraging words. She couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the thought of joining forces with Luz… and Co of course. "Maybe I'll consider it," she replied, a shy smile playing on her lips.
As they continued their conversation, Amity's thoughts wandered back to the memory of that embarrassing collision. She couldn't deny the truth hidden within Willow's teasing remark. The head cheerleader had indeed caught her eye, and the lingering feelings from that incident remained tucked away in the depths of her heart. Perhaps, in time, she would find the courage to confront those emotions as well. But that could wait.
As the trio made their way towards the front doors of Hexside, their conversation veered towards specific school happenings and other amusing anecdotes. Willow excitedly shared the news of a magical creature sighting near the school's enchanted forest, while Luz animatedly recounted her latest mishap in Potionology class that resulted in a colorful explosion. Amity, though initially reserved, found herself joining in the laughter, her lips curving into a genuine smile. Amity couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in their presence, especially with Luz by her side.
Luz, always the energetic one, eagerly listened to their tales, chiming in with her own anecdotes and infectious laughter. She shared her own escapades from the Human Realm, describing the peculiar customs and traditions that often left her in awe. The girls were captivated by Luz's vivid descriptions, their imaginations ignited as they tried to picture a world so different from their own.
The human girl always appreciated how her friends (mostly Amity) couldn't hear enough about her boring life back on Earth. She'd made it a point to frequently discuss her home whenever it was comfortable and right. Especially since a particular minty haired witch loved her stories so much.
"So, Amity, about that comic incident earlier," Luz began, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Mattholomule really knows how to wreak havoc, huh? He managed to destroy a perfect Spiderman comic."
Amity cringed at the memory, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Yeah, it was a total disaster. I can't believe he managed to ruin such a precious human relic."
Luz rolled her eyes at the comment. 'If only you knew,' she mused to herself.
Amidst their light-hearted banter, Amity couldn't help but steal glances at bombastic Latina. Her heart fluttered each time their eyes met, the warmth of Luz's smile sending a rush of affection through her. She found herself drawn to Luz's genuine enthusiasm and infectious energy, their friendship blossoming into what she hoped was something deeper with every passing day.
As they neared the front doors, Amity's mind raced with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. The thought of being alone with Luz, even for just a moment, both thrilled and unnerved her. She couldn't deny the growing connection between them, the unspoken emotions that lingered beneath their playful interactions. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she had a significant number of these incidents lately. She could only hope Luz's dense nature prevented her from taking count.
But for now, Amity pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment. She reveled in the comfort of their friendship, cherishing the laughter and camaraderie they shared. The bustling hallways seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them in their own little world.
As Willow sensed the charged atmosphere between Amity and Luz, she glanced at them with a knowing smile. "Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone," she said, playfully nudging Amity's shoulder. "But before I go, Amity, if you want to keep being red in the face like that all the time, you might want to get it checked out. It could be a serious case of permanently awkward."
Amity's face flushed even deeper, a mix of embarrassment and amusement coloring her cheeks. She lightly swatted at Willow's arm, trying to hide her flustered expression. "Very funny, Willow. I'll... uh, take that into consideration," she stammered, her voice betrayed by her nervousness.
Luz chuckled at their playful exchange, stepping closer to Amity. "Don't worry, Amity. I think your blush is adorable," she teased, her eyes filled with affection.
Amity's blush intensified at Luz's remark, but she couldn't help but smile. She felt a surge of gratitude for her friends, their lighthearted banter putting her at ease. "Thanks... I guess," she replied, her voice a mixture of bashfulness and genuine appreciation.
Willow waved goodbye, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Have fun, you two! Catch you later," she said, making her way down the path to Bonesborough.
As the plant track witch disappeared, the two stood there in silence for a moment, their eyes meeting and locking. Amity's heart raced, her mind filled with a mix of nerves and anticipation. She knew she had to say something, to gather the courage and ask Luz the question that had been weighing on her mind. This was her chance.
Luz, sensing Amity's hesitation, smiled gently. "Hey, Amity, thanks for listening back there. I had a great time. I can walk you home if you want. We can catch up so much since I've been gone."
Amity's heart skipped a beat at the offer, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She wanted nothing more than to spend more time with Luz, to have her by her side, but the fear of her parents' disapproval and the teasing from her siblings held her back. The last thing she needed to do was deal with THAT problem tonight.
"Th-Thank you, Luz," Amity stammered, her voice betraying her nervousness. "But, um, I think it's better if we don't. You know, my parents and all..."
Luz nodded understandingly, her bright smile unwavering. She was the kind of person who respected boundaries without question. "Of course, Amity. I understand. Just let me know if you ever need anything, okay?"
Amity let out a small sigh of relief, grateful for human's understanding. But just as Luz was about to wave her goodbye, Amity's courage surged forward, compelling her to stop her.
"W-Wait, Luz," Amity called out, her voice charged with nerve.
Luz turned back to face the stammering witchling, curiosity evident in her eyes. "What is it, Amity?"
Amity's heart raced as she struggled to find the right words. This was her moment, her chance to express her true feelings. But the words got tangled on her tongue, and she found herself stumbling over her own nerves for what felt like the first of many times. The poor witchling looked as if a few thousand questions fell out of her mouth at once.
"Um, well... I was wondering if, maybe..." she paused. Cursing herself for her inability to speak. "If we could… uhm… s-start our Azura book club meeting after school tomorrow?" Amity managed to blurt out, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
Luz's face lit up with excitement, a wide grin spreading across her features. "¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Absolutamente sí! ¡Seremos los mejores miembros del club de fans!" Luz exclaimed, unable to contain her enthusiasm. She pulled Amity into a tight hug, her joy radiating through every fiber of her being.
Amity's heart fluttered at the warmth of Luz's embrace, her nerves fading away in that moment. Though she hadn't asked for what she truly wanted, the thought of spending more time with Luz in their own little world filled her with a sense of contentment. Maybe, just maybe, their shared love for Azura would pave the way for something more.
After their joyful hug, Amity couldn't help but marvel at the contrast between Luz's openness with physical affection and her obliviousness to Amity's own feelings. She chuckled to herself, attributing it to the quirks of human culture and their different ways of expressing emotions. But deep down, a part of her hoped that one day Luz would see beyond the friendship they shared.
As they finalized their plans for the Azura book club meeting, Amity's heart raced with anticipation. Tomorrow, they would have the opportunity to spend private time together in her favorite place, the library. The thought made her both overjoyed and a nervous wreck. She couldn't help but wonder what this meeting would bring, if it would be a chance for their bond to deepen or simply another friendly encounter.
As Luz bid her goodbye, shouting "Adiós, hermosa!" The human grateful her witchling crush couldn't understand Spanish.
Amity's cheeks flushed with a renewed wave of warmth. She waved back, her voice catching slightly as she replied, "Goodbye, Luz. See you tomorrow."
With a bittersweet smile, Amity bid Luz farewell, her gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. Watching Luz's retreating figure, Amity was left alone with her thoughts. The anticipation and excitement swirled within her, but so did the doubts and fears. Would their time together tomorrow bring them closer or reveal the depths of her feelings even more? Amity knew that navigating the complexities of her heart and the expectations of her family would be a challenge, but she couldn't deny the budding hope that maybe, just maybe, something beautiful could blossom between her and Luz. With a mix of determination and nervousness, she resolved to embrace whatever lay ahead and savor every moment of their upcoming Azura book club meeting.
One thought creeping into the young Blight teens' mind. 'What in the Titan is an hermosa?'
As she made her way home, the weight of her unspoken emotions pressed heavily upon her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her heart was on the precipice of something extraordinary.
Unbeknownst to her, Luz carried a similar sentiment, her own heart yearning for a connection she couldn't quite define. Little did they know, their paths were destined to intertwine in ways they never imagined, and the journey to love would be riddled with obstacles and unexpected revelations.
And so, as Amity retreated into the safety of walk home, her mind filled with thoughts of Luz, she knew that the road ahead would be anything but easy. The conflict with her parents loomed, especially with her mother, Odalia, whose strict adherence to tradition threatened to tear apart the love Amity held in her heart. But she was determined, determined to fight for her feelings and find a way to bridge the divide between their worlds.
As minty hair witchling stood there, the fading sunlight cast long shadows across the deserted path to Blight Manor. The calmness of the surroundings was accompanied by a sense of weariness, as if an impending conflict loomed in the distance. Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, unable to look ahead with certainty. In that moment, Amity's heart felt heavy with both fear and hope, intertwining like an intricate dance. The path before her remained veiled, obscured by the depths of her emotions. Yet, deep down, she knew that whatever lay in wait, she had the strength to face it. With a tentative sigh, she carried her swirling thoughts home, unaware of what awaited her just around the corner.
A/N: And there it is folks! Can't wait to see how this evolves. I already have a solid outline and am so excited to share the rest. Expect the next chapter within a few days or a week at most. Wish y'all the best and enjoy!