5 long years in the human realm, and Luz decides its time to return to her home away from home: the Boiling Isles. Letters and small glyphs etched in them weren't enough, she missed her friends and family.
So as she says her goodbyes to her beloved mother and treks to the gateway, her memories begin flooding back. But the ones that stick tended to be with a certain teal-haired witch. And boy, did she miss her.
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Amity lay in her room, staring up at the ceiling. It was days like today she liked to recall all of her fondest memories. Her hand rose, drawing a small circle in the air, an illusion spell she learned a few years ago.
After many with her close friends that made her smile, then came one of someone she missed so dearly. Two girls were reading their favorite Azura book, laughing until they couldn't breathe.
And with comforting thoughts like that, it gave the witch confidence to finally get out of her parent's grasp. But instead of feeling weak when she thought of the iron grip they held, it only made her smile.
After all, that was ending tonight.
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woohooo i'm back babeyyy, and with a new fic for ya lovelies. Hope you enjoy, and this takes place after season 1, in an alternate universe, since season two is in the making rn. (also might draw a cover but eh i'm kinda lazy sooo)
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.