#valvaliant

Amity opened her mouth to reply before catching herself and clamping her jaw shut. It was, apparently, a futile effort to explain. And it wasn’t like Luz was freaking out, demanding answers. She looked a little dazed, but otherwise surprisingly content to be ferried across campus in the arms of one of Amity’s abominations.

For the first time since choosing her track, Amity found herself truly frustrated with the rigidity of the coven system. Healing magic had never interested her before, but if she’d known a few spells they wouldn’t even have to be doing this at all.

But wasn’t that exactly what got them here? Luz, over-eager and so ridiculously reckless, couldn’t settle on a single track, had to try everything. Had to experiment with dangerous combinations of elemental magic in the old greenhouse after class.

And Amity, who was apparently afflicted with some kind of transmogrification curse that turned her brain (and her knees) into pudding whenever Luz was around, didn’t do anything to stop her. Not really. She’d discouraged Luz, called it a bad idea, but she should have known that wouldn’t be enough to dissuade someone as stubborn as Luz Noceda.

“Hey,” Luz called from her perch in the abomination’s arms. “Amity!”

“What, Luz?” Amity snapped, immediately sorry for it when Luz flinches at her tone. She keeps doing that. She can never seem to just act normal around Luz. Always too harsh or too awkward, babbling like a total loser.

“You mad at me?” Luz asks, a little quieter this time. That’s probably a good sign, right? “Also, is anyone gonna turn that alarm off? Is this a fire drill?”

Amity winces. Why did they build the nurse’s office so far from the center of everything in a school where students learned how to start magical fires and summon demonic constructs?

“I’m... frustrated,” Amity says, letting loose a deep breath. It’s not as difficult as she thought it’d be, to be honest. Luz frowns a little, but doesn’t interrupt her, so Amity goes on. “You scared me. I thought you might be really hurt, and I didn’t do anything to stop you from putting yourself in danger.”

Luz has the decency to look a little embarrassed at this. “You told me not to. And it’s okay. I’m totally fine!”

At this Luz tries to demonstrate her fineness by hopping free of the abomination’s grip, succeeding only in nearly plummeting onto the floor. Only Amity’s quick reflexes and an on-the-fly reconfiguration of the abomination’s form keep her from face-planting. 

“Luz!” Amity barks, arms shaking from adrenaline and the strain of catching Luz’s upper body. The abomination droops into a puddle beneath them, Luz’s legs sinking slowly to the floor.

“Okay,” Luz says calmly. “That was my bad. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“C’mon,” Amity sighs, heaving Luz’s arm over her shoulder and half-dragging her toward’s the nurse’s office. She putts a little extra air into her breathing, hoping that her red face comes off as exertion and not... whatever this is. “We’re almost there.”

“It wouldn’t be your fault, y’know,” Luz pipes up after a moment, a little shaky still but steadier on her legs than she’d been when Amity found her in the greenhouse, covered in dust and shredded plant matter, “if I got hurt doing something dumb. I know I can be a little reckless. That’s not on you.”

A little reckless is the understatement of the year.

Monumentally reckless. Brash, foolhardy, stubborn, naive, frustrating, impulsive.... sweet. Cute. Thoughtful, trying to reassure Amity even when she was barely able to stay upright.

The worst part of this entire stupid crush was the way Amity couldn’t even stay mad when she had a good reason to anymore.

“Just try not to get hurt again, please?” Amity mumbles, ducking her head to hide her increased blush. “I know I’m not, like, your ‘fun’ friend and maybe it seems like I’m trying to boss you around, but I’m a good witch, okay? And if I say something is dangerous and you shouldn’t do it, I just want you to be safe. I’m not trying to stop you from learning magic.”

“You’re tons of fun!” Luz protests, sounding genuinely offended. “And I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I just got carried away. I know you’re a good witch -- I guess I just... I’m impatient to catch up, okay? If I could do even half the stuff you can--”

“Luz,” Amity interrupts, gently as she knows how, swallowing past the sudden lump in her throat. Her voice sounds weird over the thunderous rush of blood in her ears. “I’ve been training in magic my whole life. You’ve been here for a couple weeks. And you’re not even a witch! Everything you do is amazing.”

Amity cuts herself off, pausing outside the door to the nurse’s office. Luz sways gently in her arms, uncharacteristically silent, face tilted towards the floor. 

“Are... you okay?” Amity asks, trying to gently detangle herself from Luz’s spidermonkeylike grip on her shoulders. 

“You think I’m amazing?” Luz asks, finally looking up, face drawn in wonder.

Amity feels that familiar rush of warmth over her whole body, the fluttery swoop of butterflies in her stomach, that sensation of the ground dropping out from her feet. But she keeps her legs straight, refuses to let herself look away from Luz’s open, trusting face.”Yeah, Luz.”

“Oh,” Luz exhales and then grins, brilliant and brighter than any light spell Amity’s ever seen. “Cool.”

“I also think you might have a concussion,” Amity murmurs, partly to cut the tension and partly because Luz can’t seem to focus her eyes fully for longer than a few seconds. “We should probably get you inside.”

“Oh, what?” Luz’s mouth crumples funnily and twists into a giddy sort of grin. She looks away and then back, pushing a hand through her messy brown hair. “No one’s ever called me.... I mean. Hey. Thanks for getting me here in one piece, sugar muffin.”

“Sugar m--” Amity chokes. “I didn’t-- Concussion, I think you have a concussion.” 

“Jeez, okay, Amity, I get it,” Luz smirks and leans in, pressing a fleeting kiss to Amity’s flaming cheek. Then she stomps precariously toward’s the door to the nurse’s office, missing the knob on her first swipe and struggling weakly with it until Amity shakes herself and steps forward to let them in herself.

1. The first character I first fell in love with 

UHHH UHHH... wow this is actually such a throw back........... id say maybe amethyst?

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now 

spinel tbh! i rly disliked her design at first and now im like q_q oh my beloved.

3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t 

oh absolutely jasper. </3

4. The character I love that everyone else hates 

OH ABSOLUTELY LAPIS </3

5. The character I used to love but don’t any longer 

IDK Q_Q i dont .. think theres anyone?? i think ive got pretty consistent vibes </3

6. The character I would totally smooch 

rose quartz im sorry but shes Literally meg from hercules aka gay awakening.....

7. The character I’d want to be like 

lapis ooohh we love a trauma survivor recovering and healing ohhh we love to see it so so much

8. The character I’d slap 

i was gona say jasper but id probably get laid out so uHHH that little british peppa pig ass.. aquamarine? 

9. A pairing that I love 

lap/dot q_q gay ass mfs.. oh to be thrown into the barn with your frienemy and then become chill farm lesbians 

10. A pairing that I despise