Lumity Oneshots

Let's Leave the Party

A/N: I got struck by an inspiration lightning bolt while listening to Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran and pumped this out in the span of I don't even know how many hours. Less than nine for sure. I also haven't edited it so if you see any spelling errors that's why lol, I typed a majority of this on my phone.

This is supposed to be a human AU, but you could ignore that if you want and I think it would still fit into canon fairly well. Anyways enjoyyy

    The ball was in full swing; everyone in their fanciest suits and gowns, waltzing to the classical music being played by the musicians in the corner. Amity had gotten home from school that day and been greeted by the sight of a slim deep purple dress lying on her bed, accompanied by matching gloves and a necklace. There hadn't been a note beside it, but Amity had known instantly that it had been her mother—or, most likely, her mother's choice of outfit, but a servant being the one to lay it out on her bed. Odalia rarely concerned herself with entering her childrens' rooms unless it was strictly necessary, after all.

So here she was, being pinched in the torso by tightly wound fabric and a skirt that made her legs itched where it was pressed snugly up against them, gloved hands clasped with the only person that was making all the small talk and robotic dancing worth it.

"Sorry," Luz whispered, wincing as she stepped on Amity's toe.

Amity had to hide her smile. "It's okay," she reassured. Luz was by far the type who preferred to dance freestyle, jumping and waving her arms until she was breathless, so it was unsurprising that the strict rules of ballroom dancing didn't fit her. Amity didn't say it out loud, but Luz's inability to fit in with the crowd of people her parents had gathered, with little comments under her breath when she should've stayed silent and occasional sip-ups while dancing (even at the expense of Amity's toes) was actually quite refreshing. It gave her reprieve from the monotony of everything after being forced into it so many times.

This is likely the reason her mother hadn't wanted Luz to be here; her eye had twitched ever so slightly when Amity introduced her, mouth curving from its normally faintly displeased line into a frown, eyes boring into her daughter. It had sort of felt like being on fire, the glare of blatant disapproval, and Amity's instincts had all screamed at her to shy away, to agree, to send Luz away and make her even the slightest bit happier.

But she'd taken a breath, Luz's hand squeezing hers for support, and looked back at her mother with what she hoped was a resolute glare.

It was a bit of a miracle neither of them had been kicked out, or subtly threatened, or any number of other things yet, but Amity would take it. For now, she was clawing back a bit of her own independence, giving herself space to breathe in that suffocating room, and they were both okay.

The song ended, and they both swayed to a stop, still looking at each other. Luz was radiant tonight, with a ruffly blue dress top and dress pants, topped off with a deep violet cape and gold glitter sprinkled over her cheeks that made her shine under the harsh lights as if she herself was the source of the light. It was overdramatic for sure, and definitely highlighted her as being from a very different world than all of this, but Amity loved it anyway because it was just so Luz.

Brown eyes shone in front of her, and Amity felt them pulling her in, closer and closer, until–

"Pardon me, Amity," a voice cut through, startling her into moving back from where she and Luz had been leaning closer. The sudden weight of reality felt like a douse of cold water.

In front of her stood a distant relative of Amity's, although she wasn't quite sure who. She had never managed to keep up with all the aunts and uncles and cousins and first cousins twice removed, not for lack of trying and despite obvious judgement from her parents any time she failed to recognize a face. She politely inclined her head, keeping her expression neutral.