#lee!amity

Amity’s knee bounced in front of her as she sat on the couch, trying to appear somewhat normal. She’d been in one of those moods the whole morning, but Luz and Hunter had gone to the library for a comic signing. The two had been spending more time together, and Amity was all for it. It just made things harder for her at that moment.

Willow walked in then, carrying some lemonade she and Vee had made. It was just the powder stuff, but they’d added some blueberry juice as well. “Hey, Amity! You want some lemonade?”

“O-oh, sure.” She smiled as she took the drink, trying to stop her jitters. It was no use, though; her knee was bouncing again the moment she took her mind off it.

“Are you okay? You look…fidgety.” Willow sat beside her friend, her brows slightly pinched in concern. Amity usually wasn’t an antsy person, but she knew how far she’d let her problems spiral if they weren’t confronted head-on.

“I’m fine, Willow. Just…one of those days.” She wasn’t technically lying; it was one of “those” days, though she didn’t specify what “those” meant. The blue-haired girl wasn’t going to let that vague answer slide.

“Yeah, no. What’s going on?” Her tone was firm, yet caring. It made Amity feel a little guilty for hiding something so innocent from her, though the thought of saying it out loud made her stomach do a flip.

“Fine. I’m…” Amity sighed, feeling her face start to heat up. Her blush wasn’t full-tomato level yet, but it was still visible. “I’m in a lee mood, and Luz is out with Hunter today. I’m happy they’re getting along, but…well. Yeah.”

“Oooh, that’s all?” Willow smiled softly at that, an idea already forming in her mind. It had been a while since she’d done anything like that with Amity, but then seemed as good a time as any to take that next step in their rekindled friendship. “Want some help?”

Amity blinked, feeling the rest of her face pinken. Ugh, why did she have to blush so easily when she was in moods? “U-uhm, sure? Only if you’re comfortable.”

“Trust me, it’s no problem.” The girl raised her hand, a green ring lighting as she summoned a handful of vines. Amity’s face burned at the sight of them, a giddy feeling rising in her stomach. Oh Titan…

“W-Wihillow, wait-” Amity’s half-hearted protest was quickly cut off by her own giggles, a vine wiggling on the thin tank-top beneath her “Boo” shirt. The small plant was somehow very good at tickling, immediately making her squirm and giggle like a child.

“Wow, still works on you, huh?” Willow giggled as she watched Amity’s reaction, conjuring up a few more little vines to toy with the girl. It had been a long time since she’d been able to use the silly technique on the Blight, but it still worked perfectly.

“Y-yehehes!” Amity didn’t see a point in lying, leaning back on the couch as her fellow witchling’s magic continued to attack her. Willow followed her down, sending the extra vines to her personal favorite spot: Amity’s underarms.

“NAHAHAHHAHO! *snort* OHOHO MYHY TIHIHIHITAHAN!” The purple-haired girl was not expecting Willow to go for her worst spot so soon. The vines snuck under the warm fabric of her purple sweater, attacking the exposed skin beneath her arms. The black tank-top she was wearing beneath it did absolutely nothing to protect them.

“King’s not here right now, sorry. Just us,” Willow teased, sneaking a few jabs to the girl’s sides with her hand. Sure, she was using her magic already to be evil, but a few little pokes here and there wouldn’t hurt. “You still snort, too.”

“WIHIHILLOHOHOW!” Like she hadn’t noticed she snorted, the bully. Despite that, Amity was massively enjoying the tickling; the annoying buzzing in her stomach was gone, replaced with the chaotically blissful sensation of tickles.

“Yes?” She tilted her head innocently, acting like she had no idea what was going on.

Amity would’ve whined about that, but she was too busy laughing her head off to get anything other than the essentials out. Having your most ticklish spot attacked tends to make it kinda hard to talk.

“I-IHIT TIHIHICKLES! *snort* GYAHAHAHAHA!” Amity kicked her feet as a new vine settled on her stomach, that one teasing her navel. Willow narrowly dodged a foot to the face, holding back a few laughs of her own.

“Well, duh. That’s kinda the point, Amity.” Willow rolled her eyes fondly, acting exasperated at the statement. She might have been having more fun teasing Amity than actually tickling her. “You were dying for some, so that’s what I’m giving you, silly. Did you forget?”

“N-NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! *snort* MOHOHOVE!” Amity shook her head as she cackled, pleading with the young witch beside her. She could only take so much under her arms, and she wasn’t done with the tickling yet.

“Alright, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” Willow’s words were full of sass, but she did as she was asked, focusing in on the Blight’s belly. The two vines under her arms receded, disappearing into Willow’s sleeves. Only the two on her stomach remained, soon joined by the blue-haired girl’s hands.

“G-geheheez, Wihillow! Youhuhu’re mehehehean,” Amity whined, sucking in air between giggles. Her face was on fire with her signature blush, making it difficult to take anything she said seriously.

“I wouldn’t say I’m mean. Just efficient.” Willow giggled as she said it, spidering five fingers on either side of her tummy. Meanwhile, the vine in her navel continued to wiggle about, pulling little squeaks and the occasional hiccup out of the witchling. The vine that was in the middle of her stomach had moved, twirling lazily across her side.

“Thahahat’s nohot ahahahany behehetter!” Unable to hold back any longer, Amity grabbed Willow’s wrists and gave them a little shove. She wasn’t done quite yet, but she couldn’t keep her arms up.

“Oh, here: lemme help you with that.” With a smirk, Willow sent the vine on Amity’s side up, coiling it around her wrists and hoisting them above her head. There wasn’t any pressure, but she made sure Amity couldn’t escape the hold.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t ahahahask!” Amity weakly tugged at her wrists, her eyes silently thanking Willow for the help. She didn’t have to worry about holding back her squirms anymore, thrashing and twisting in the vine’s hold.

“Didn’t have to. I’m just that good, Blight,” she taunted, suddenly vibrating both of her hands into the girl’s stomach. Amity kicking out, squealing before dissolving into a wicked giggle-fit.

“GYEEEEHEHehehehehe! Wihihillohohow *hic* nohohoho!” Amity shook her head, little tears of mirth beading in the corners of her squeezed eyes. She couldn’t keep them open any longer, just blindly giggling beneath her friend.

Willow took that as a good sign to stop, slowly switching from tickles to gentle belly rubs. She dispelled the remaining vines, her magic slowly receding back into her. “You okay? Want some water?”

“Y-yeheheah, and yehes plehehease.” Amity took a few deep, giggly breaths as she recovered, relaxing from the soothing rubs. Willow was surprisingly good at tickle aftercare; then again, Willow was good at a lot of things.

“‘Kay. Be right back, tomato face.” Willow got one last crack in before heading to the kitchen, leaving Amity’s mouth agape. She wasn’t that red…

Oh, who was she kidding. She was as red as a sunburnt ghost.

Willow returned with a nice glass of ice-cold water, which Amity happily gulped down. The little cubes of ice clinked in the glass as she finished it, promising some more hydration when they melted a bit. Amity set the cup aside before meeting Willow’s gaze, her face somehow burning even brighter.

“H-hey, uhm…thank you for that, Willow. It really helped.” Amity’s voice was a little light from embarrassment, but she didn’t break eye-contact once as she spoke. “You’re a good friend.”

Willow beamed at the praise, a happy smile lighting up her already-cheery face. “Aww, thanks, Amity! I’m glad you trusted me with it.”

“Of course; you’re awesome.” Amity straightened herself out on the couch, scooting a little closer to her friend. Willow immediately met her in the middle, the two teens leaning against each other in a half-cuddle.

“You see, Luz here is quite ticklish. Never fails to put a smile on her face!” Camila explained to the grinning witch teens as they watched on.

Luz’s face burned with embarrassment as she laughed and laughed, until finally her mother pulled back a minute later with a proud grin on her face. “Tadaa—Smiley Luz!”

“Moooom.” Luz whined through lingering laughter as she covered her face.

“Did you kids have this in the Demon Realm?” Camila asked next as Luz caught her breath.

Willow and Gus nodded with a familiar smile.

“My dad sometimes used to do that when I was growing up.”

“My dads too.”

“Heh, my parents never would have done anything like that, but, the twins...” Amity responded with a shudder at the memories. “They were pretty mean when it came to tickling growing up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, it’s not very fun when someone takes it too far.” Camila assured her. “Luz doesn’t mind as long as—”

“Mama! Please!” Luz protested with a nervous smile.

One of the group continued to watch on confused, a strange smile working its way onto his face at the unfamiliar display of affection and sudden laughter.

“What, um…” Hunter spoke up a few moments later. “What is that?”

“Whaaaaaaaat?” Gus gasped dramatically, spinning to face Hunter. “Are you serious right now!?”

Hunter blushed a little at the attention as eyes converged on him. “Yeah, I uh, I’ve never seen someone do that before.”

“So you don’t know if you’re ticklish?” Willow asked gently.

“If I’m..? No...” Hunter looked to Luz, who had mostly returned to her normal composure and breathing. “Is it… Fun?”

Luz’s cheeks blossomed with redness at his question and she looked away. The whole group chuckled at that.

“Yes, it’s just a way of playing or bonding with someone. Lots of families or friends do it.” Camila explained, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I bet some of your friends here can help you find out.” She winked.

Everyone was smiling as she stood and announced. “I’m going to go make some popcorn and snacks for the movie, okay mijas?” Then, she made her way to the kitchen.

“Well, what do you think, do you want to try?” Willow asked, grinning at Hunter as she moved in closer on the couch.

Hunter swallowed, looking between her and Gus, who gave him a similar look. “S-Sure.”

Luz smiled at him reassuringly, then scooted out of the way so that Willow and Gus could get closer on either side of him. She turned to Amity, who was watching her with a blush of her own.

“A-Alright. What should I..?” Hunter looked between his two friends. Each got in close on one of his sides.

“Put your arms around us, like a hug!” Willow suggested.

Hunter blushed further, but then did as he was told.

“So.. there’s a few general hotspots that most people are ticklish.” Willow explained as she brought one hand up into view to get Hunter’s attention. “For example.” She brought down a wiggling claw hand, just over the middle of Hunter’s stomach.

Hunter jumped at the contact, a strange, unfamiliar sensation that made him want to shout. He reeled back with a wide grin, tightening his grip on his friend’s shoulders to keep from pulling his arms in. She kept tickling, light but persistent. Hunter couldn’t hold back the giggles long as they formed in his throat. Laughter still felt somewhat foreign on his lips, but this felt almost natural. “Wha-whahat- hehe- what is thihihihis?”

“Looks like you’re ticklish, buddy!” Gus cheered with a grin.

“Here’s another spot a lot of people are ticklish.” Willow pulled away her tickling hand, only to bring it back to poke into Hunter’s ribs. He jumped away from the touch, his body flinching toward Gus. Soon, he was met with a poke from that side as well as the other witch joined in the teasing.

“Ehehehhe it feheheeheels weheheird!” Hunter said through his laughter.

“Good weird? Or bad weird?” Willow asked.

“I-hehehehe I’m not suhuhure yehehhet!” He answered honestly, a little overwhelmed at the potency of the sensation.

“Here’s another spot a lot of people are ticklish.” She wiggled two fingers under his arm and Hunter yelped. His arm tugged back and slammed into Willow’s shoulder where she had him lightly pinned to the couch.

Gus moved his own hand up and started to poke around the other armpit, and Hunter laughed outright.

“Ahahahaha! Wahahaha- not thehehehere!” He gasped, wishing for a moment he could crawl out of his skin to escape the strong, intruding buzz of ticklish sensation.

The two of them stopped. “Sorry, too much?” Willow asked.

“No, just… that was a bad spot, I guess.” Hunter replied. “It’s fine.” Then, he continued, assuring them. “It was kinda.. fun. Is there… other spots people can be ticklish?”

Willow’s smile brightened. “Of course! Let’s try somewhere else. Let us know if it’s too bad a spot again, okay?”

“Okay..” Hunter nodded. “Hey, why are you grabbing my feet, Gus?”

…

Meanwhile, as Luz turned to Amity. “So, you said the twins were pretty bad, huh?”

Amity’s blush grew. She looked at the ceiling. “H-heh, yeah.”

“So I guess that means you’re pret-ty ticklish.”

The blush covered her entire face.

“Don’t worry, I don’t wanna do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” Luz leaned in, whispering. “But if you’d be okay with it, I’d love to try it some time.”

Amity giggled in anticipation. “T-That would be fine. I trust you.”

“Like…. Maybe now?” Luz smirked, giving her a playful look.

Amity nodded, already letting out small laughs. And Luz pounced, only to bring one slow, gentle hand down to poke at her twitching tummy.

Suddenly overcome with a deluge of joy, Luz muffled a squeal with her teeth. Amity just looked so adorable with her lips parted and her pointy ears twitching slightly. Luz giggled and ran her fingers through Amity’s bangs.

“Aww, she still has glitter in her hair.” Luz thought back to the night before, when the two of them had wrapped gifts and decorated cards (protection spells, apparently, for their fellow witches, and a more normal but still heartfelt one for Luz’s mom). They’d come from an evening of ice skating, drinking hot cocoa, and fighting off the Slitherbeast when they’d accidentally disturbed it. They’d stumbled back to the Owl House with snow still clinging to their boots and had probably left their gear strewn all over the place. Oops.

Luz brushed Amity’s lilac bangs back with a happy hum and a recollection of how beautiful it looked with snowflakes caught in it, framing a radiant smile. She uncovered her girlfriend’s forehead and placed a noisy kiss there.

Amity stirred, face scrunching up like a cat’s. “Hrrrmmm… Luz…” she murmured. With a kick under the blanket and a wrinkle in her Hecate-themed pajamas, her cold feet scrabbled to find warmth against Luz’s leg. Her arm, securely thrown around Luz’s waist, circled more tightly.

“Good morning, batata,” Luz chuckled. She lowered herself on her elbow to look her in the face and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “How’s my beautiful~ girlfriend?”

“Grgh… sleepy.” Amity’s other arm snuck under Luz’s torso, both hands pressed against her shoulder blades to pull her flush against Amity. Luz let out an “oop!” and giggled as Amity’s strength made itself known, dragging her across the mat. “And cooold.”

“Then allow me to warm you up! How does cuddling and drinking hot cocoa by the fire sound?” Luz waggled her eyebrows. She didn’t think to mind the wandering of Amity’s touch. “Does the lady fancy tha– AaH! WahaHA sweeheeheet potahahatohoo!”

Hungry for warmth, Amity’s hands had snuck under Luz’s pajama shirt, and her nails inadvertently scraped against Luz’s spine. Luz jumped at the tingly sensation and buried her now flushed face in Amity’s shoulder.

Amity let out a relieved sigh. “Mmm… you’re warm.” She shuffled the both of them under the blankets until they were up to her chin, then nuzzled into the space between Luz’s arm and ribs. Luz lurched, sunny and bubbly laughter spilling from her lips. Heat spread to her neck; her sweet potato was more like a couch potato today. Or perhaps a sleeping bag burrito. Is Mittens this affected by the cold!?

“AhaHAHA mi lindahHAha! I knohohow I’m tohohoasty buhut it tihihihickles!” Squirming, Luz slipped against Amity’s nerdy silk pajamas and failed to escape her beloved’s hold. She snapped her eyes shut and squeezed Amity tighter, every motion loaded with jittery energy.

Gradually, Amity began to awaken the more she listened to Luz’s buoyant laughter, more potent than caffeine. At first she smiled along, then her brain caught up to her overeager heart and she instantly blushed to the tips of her ears. She pulled her hands out of Luz’s shirt with a quiet yelp; nonetheless, that didn’t stop her kneading into the back of her ribs.

“AHAhamitehehee! This is mehehehean!” Cheeks round with laughter, Luz snorted. She sounded all too similar to Eda.

Amity chuckled, golden eyes finally opened and glancing sideways at Luz’s smile. Her own laugh was low and smooth, like fine silk and rich honey. “Sorry, darling, I can’t help myself.” Earnest as it was, Amity flushed at her own confession. Her girlfriend was sweet enough to melt hearts.

Luz’s eyes popped open as Amity squeezed at her waist, her voice cracking into a cackle fitting for a witch. The doting from her girlfriend kindled the fire in her cheeks, though her heart was warmed more gently. While she sunk into the coziness like a plush bean bag, giggling and snickering at her behest, Luz was the type to return double any favor done to her. She caught sight of Amity’s reddened neck by her cheek and realized the perfect opportunity had been presented to her all along.

Mustering up her “Luzura” willpower, Luz pressed her lips to Amity’s neck.

As Amity shrieked and furiously babbled out protests, Luz congratulated herself with an internal “Score!” Amity’s wiggling fingers turned to lightly pounding fists on her back as Luz kissed up her neck to her chin.

“LUHUhuz nohohoHO! NahaHAT fahahair!” Gasping and squealing, mirth creasing the corners of her eyes, Amity melted like putty under Luz’s affections. “Nnkhaha I cahaHAhan’t!” In such a state of matter, she made it easy for Luz to lift her arm and press her nose in between her ribs, pleased at the healthy layer of fat she found there. Amity arched away, her violent struggling guided by instinct, until she successfully wormed out of Luz’s grasp and deeper under the covers.

Her head ended up buried in Luz’s stomach, to which Luz snorted and wrapped her up in her arms. Amity re-emerged after taking a moment to breathe. Pouting. Like a cat.

Her expression amused a smirk out of Luz. “Hey, you started it!” For a second time she kissed Amity’s forehead, the open and shut of the story.

Amity grumbled, “I was half-asleep,” then caught Luz’s lips with her own, absorbing her heat. Luz happily pecked back.

“So, how are you feeling now? Ready to be up and at ‘em?”

Amity chuckled, clearly still affected by the lazy weather. “I suppose.”

Stretching, Luz lifted herself from the blankets, immediately missing their cocoon as the cold air nipped her skin. Yet as she knelt by the window, she let out a gasp warmed by delight.

“¡Mira! It’s snowing!”

And it was a beautiful view, snowflakes gathering on the ground in powdery clumps, cradling lights of red, green, and gold and returning them even more vibrantly.

Amity joined her at the window, eyes twinkling in wonder. “Wow! It’s so– ah, wait, how do you say it… No, don’t tell me.” Amity paused for a moment as she recalled Camilla’s lessons. Luz silently encouraged her. “¡La nieve es bella!” She smiled and leaned against Luz’s shoulder.

Luz grinned, placing a kiss on Amity’s ear and pulling a squeal from her. “Not as beautiful as you.”

“Youhu sahahap!” Amity brushed Luz off, giving her another peck. All of Luz’s walls crumbled with the kiss, only for her hackles to rise again when fingers squeezed at her stomach.

“AHAhams! Wahahait!” Her lip wobbled as she glanced up at Amity. The competitive glint in her eye softened, but only to a glimmer.

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you yet,” Amity promised as she released her. Luz was already beaming. “But let’s take this outside. I suspect we’d have a lot more fun in the snow.”

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Amity smiled, knowing that Luz had not touched her apple blood in the last hour.

“Mmm..okay?” She raised her eyebrows, looking to Hunter to see if he understood what was going on. He only shrugged.

Luz retaliated by scribbling on top of Amity’s knee. In turn, her knee jerked violently, kicking Hunter by accident.

“Ow!” he yelped, jumping. “What was that for?”

Amity glared at Luz before answering the blonde. “Sorry, muscle spasms, y’know?”

“Uh huh.”

Luz stuffed food into her mouth to fight the laugh threatening to make her lose the bet.

A couple more “muscle spasms” and weird faces later, and Willow and Hunter started to catch on.

“Could you excuse us for a moment?” Willow said, pulling Hunter away from the table.

“Uh, yeah! Take your time!” Luz jumbled out, grappling with Amity’s hands where they couldn’t see. When they stepped away, there were immediate whispers coming from them. Not like Amity and Luz could hear, anyway, they were too busy arguing over how unfair it was that they were going after the others' worst spots.

“Have you noticed something…odd with those two?” Willow whispered the second they were out of earshot.

“How could you not?” he chuckled light-heartedly. His tongue poked through his tooth-gap. “No but for real, what are they doing?”

Willow thought for a second.

“Oh!” She yelled, catching the attention of a couple people walking by. They glared at her before walking away worriedly. She giggled nervously. “Uh, anyways. I think they made a bet.”

“Again? They do this every time!” Hunter face-palmed, letting out a groan.

She laughed, tweaking his side and making him jump. “And that’s their bet!”

“What?”

“They’re trying to see who can go the longest without laughing.”

“Ohhh! And that’s why they’ve been making faces and not laughing at our jokes!”

Willow shook her head and dragged Hunter back to the table just as Luz snapped her arms down to her sides. Amity bit her lip as her shoulder shook silently.

“You guys okay?” Hunter asked, resting his chin in his hands.

“Yep! Yes. Perfectly fine!” She yelped, waving her arms frantically, as if she were trying to speak some ancient sign language no one had in years.

“Alrighty!” Willow smiled sweetly.

The date went mostly fine for the rest of the time, despite the squirming and yelping and odd faces. Well, at least until the last 5 minutes, when Amity

“AH!” Luz yelled, falling off the bench . “Ohohokay! Yohouhu wihin!!”

“Finally. I’d hoped that would work,” Amity laughed smugly. Willow giggled and held her hand out to help her friend up. Hunter stayed in his seat, snickering quietly and a little red.

“Oh be quiet,” she said, accepting Willow’s hand.

“Don’t be salty ‘cause you lost,” Amity boasted, booping her girlfriend’s nose. In response, she scrunched her nose and chuckled.

“Fine, if you wanna be that way…”

Amity glanced over in confusion just before she was tackled to the ground by none other than Luz. “AGH!”

Luz wasted no time in digging into Amity’s side. She barked out a laugh before diving into higher-pitched giggles.

“Who’s the loser now?” She teased.

“Yohouhu!” Amity said, latching on to Luz’s ribs and squeezing.

“Wahait!”

Hunter, now sitting completely on the table, chimed in while snickering. “Why are you two always like this?”

“Yohouhu’re nohot ahany behetter!” Amity squeaked out, and Willow finished the thought by squeezing his side lightly. He yelped and nearly fell off the table, but Willow caught his arm and pulled him up.

“Okay, you two, that’s enough,” Willow finally said after a couple more minutes of her and Hunter chattering and Amity and Luz tickle fighting. She grew some vines to separate the lovers, successfully ending their “squabble”.

“Ahawe, buhut Ihi was soho clohose to winning!” Luz exclaimed, playfully shoving Willow towards Hunter.