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This whole fic is basically:
It's All An Il-Luz-ion
[image description: Anonymous asked:
What would ya say to a little sisterly bonding prompt with Emira and Amity? After all, they probably have a lot to talk about since Amity changed her hair and everything she looks pretty unique from her sibs but I bet they don’t mind. She is still their baby sister. Crushes are easy to tease if playfully. Individual I think it would be cute then Edric can come back from his date and join in their fun? Idk I’m just spitballing. I think it would be cute.]
i know this might not be exactly what you had in mind, but i do hope this suffices, nonnie!! (CREDIT TO @shy-anon-writes FOR THE IL-LUZ-IONS IDEA AND THE PUN TITLE IT WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA)
It's All An Il-Luz-ion
Summary: Having witnessed Amity’s bold move outside of Blight Manor, Emira’s quick to tease her baby sister about her crush. After all, lightening up a little never hurt anyone.
Fandom: The Owl House
Pairing: None (Lumity implied) (don’t tag this as ship if you mean the blight siblings. I will hunt you down and beat you with a frying pan.)
Word Count: 1,157
Warnings: This is a tickle fic! Please don’t read if that’s not your jam.
“Titan, I’m so dead.”
These were the first words that left Amity’s lips as she slammed the door behind herself, slumping to the ground and groaning. She had really done it, she had really made the first move on Luz. Her crush.
A few thoughts were revolving in her head at the exact moment, mostly gay ones, but the most prominent one was an unending scream as she tried to rope in her mind.
“Well, well. Somebody’s in loooove,” sang a voice from the hallway, Amity’s stomach dropping as Emira rounded the corner, smiling at her.
“Shush,” she muttered, crossing her arms and standing up. She flopped onto the living room couch with a sigh, burying her head in her hands. While Emira wasn’t exactly wrong, she couldn’t bear to hear it said out loud. She flinched as her sister sat down on the couch next to her, patting her on the back with a smile.
“Well, she definitely won’t be oblivious anymore, that’s for sure,” Emira said with a smirk, making Amity’s face flush even further as the younger Blight groaned to herself and sank into the couch.
“Stop being a jerk,” Amity mumbled, though her words held no bite as she giggled to herself, still giddy off of the high she had gotten from finally expressing her feelings. Emira rolled her eyes at this, her lips quirking up into a mischievous smile as she spun her finger in a circle, a blue glow following it before she tapped the middle. In an instant, there was another voice in the room, one that made Amity jump.
“Hey, Amity, I heard you liked me, that must be sooooo embarrassing,” said Luz, now sitting beside her on the couch.
Wait, Luz in Blight Manor?
Amity shrieked in surprise and jumped away in shock, slamming right into Emira, who let out a cackle as her illusion disappeared in a puff of blue smoke.
“You suck!” Amity shouted as she turned on Emira with a growl, shoving her playfully and yelping when Emira jabbed a nail right at the middle of her stomach with a grin. A squeak left her lips as she curled in on herself, giggling and slapping Emira’s hand away.
Casting another spell, and then another, Luz after Luz appeared to surround Amity.
“You kissed my cheek? That’s so sweet!”
“Aww, you’re blushing.”
“Hey, look, Amity’s flustered, ooh!”
Amity just curled up on the couch as the illusions surrounded her, giggling her head off at this point. She could barely handle one Luz, and now she had three chattering all around her and pointing out every blush and squeak whilst Emira sat on the couch next to her, laughing and enjoying every second of this.
“Em, leave me alone,” she whined pleadingly, squeaking when one of the illusions- or, rather, Il-luz-ions, poked her curiously, eliciting a squeal from the young Blight immediately. Just like Luz would, the three illusions perked up at the sound, all of them cooing and beginning to poke and jab at her.
She could barely focus as she jumped and twisted away from every finger that made contact with her, giggling disorientedly as she curled in on herself further. Pokes turned to squeezes and scribbles, with Amity in the middle of the chaos as she laughed freely, covering up her face in embarrassment, making the illusions all frowned in sync.
“Aww, don’t cover up your face! Let me see that smile,” they all chorused, a soft squeal coming from Amity as she felt her hands being pulled away from her face, fingers gently wiggling into her sides and getting hiccupy giggles and snorts from the witchling. She kicked her legs aimlessly, letting out a stream of expletives far too vulgar for her to know as she laughed herself silly.
“LUHUHUZ- I MEAN, EHEHMIRA!” She messed up the names in confusion, which didn’t go unnoticed by Emira, who snorted.
“Too bad Luz isn’t here to see this,” Emira drawled as she pulled her scroll out, snapping a picture. It wasn’t for malevolent intentions, mind you, it was just rare that she saw Amity in such a… giggly state. She’d have to save the picture for later.
Amity, on the other hand, was practically losing it, until she accidentally kicked one of the Luzs in the face. The illusion vanished in a puff, making a pang of sadness go through Amity for no particular reason. The other two gasped, with Emira howling with laughter behind Amity. Sure, the spell was hard to maintain, but to screw with her little sister, it was all worth it.
So, the remaining illusions increased their vigor, having Amity nearly cackling as she curled arms around herself, restraining herself from just making both of them disappear.
However, with Emira’s endurance not as good as it should have been, she soon stopped the spell, huffing out a weary breath afterwards. The remaining Luzs disappeared like the one Amity had kicked, leaving her a giggling mess on the couch as Emira smirked at her sister.
“So, who’s a jerk?” she teased, laughing when Amity shoved her face away and stuck out her tongue, flopping back down in exhaustion afterwards.
However, with all her distractions gone, she raised an eyebrow. “Where’s Ed?”
As if on cue, her brother reached over the couch with a silly roar, scooping her up and digging his fingers into her ribs. Amity practically screamed, flailing and kicking once again as Edric acted like he wasn’t sending her into absolute hysterics.
“I just got back from my date, but I wanted to watch the show first,” he explained nonchalantly as Amity shrieked curses at him, squirming about and trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Like it was nothing, he set her back down on the couch safely, a few wheezing gasps leaving his sister as she glared at both of her siblings.
“You’re both the worst,” she mumbled, tensing when both Ed and Em sidled up to her, smirking like the little devils they were.
“Aww, you wouldn’t say that about me, would you?” a far too familiar voice asked, her head whipping around wildly to see that both Edric and Emira had been replaced by Luz. Oh, she was going to throttle them-
Before she could finish that thought, however, four pairs of hands began pinching and kneading at her sides and ribs, squeals echoing around Blight Manor once again. With her eyes screwed shut in pure mirth, she laughed her cares away, the illusions on her siblings soon fading as the two laughed along with her.
“Aww, you’re so smiley,” Edric teased, cooing in unison with Emira, who nodded in agreement.
“Did you know she snorts?”
“Really?!”
As Amity dissolved into a laughter-ridden mess, she couldn’t even mind. If there was anything her siblings liked more than messing with her, it was seeing her smile.
She supposed that wasn’t so bad of a thing to want.
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