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The ins and outs of a mirror

Summary:

She fell down below and found a new friend. Give up your body, postpone their end.
The mirror opened, then sealed again.
One enters, one stays.
The tide diverges their ways.

Notes:

My summaries are so poetic and I don’t know why. Anyhow this is another fic because I’m crazy. I don’t want to spoil anything because I do plan on continuing this. Basically the collector possess Luz, that’s all I’m going to say for now.

Chapter 1: Let go

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The Collector thought on the human’s offer, they had been tricked many times before, most recently but not exclusively by one of the human’s own kind. By saying that they would be hesitant to accept, your stating the sea is boiling. Still a child of the stars shouldn’t fear such a small existence or so his siblings had taught them. Itty bitty spiders and miscellaneous insects are fragile, they can’t hurt him. Still they were apprehensive. So while producing a shadows equivalent to sweating, they took the deal.

 

It was weird times the heat of the sun, to be in such an underwhelming body, of course maybe all possession felt like this; how would they know? A part probably separate from most possessions however is inserting the power of an all but god into such a weak body. Then again how would they know? how would anyone know for that matter?

 

Even though in many ways it felt wrong, and this body unsuitable; the collector was excited to be physical again, and with they’re powers transferred, they will have so much fun.

 

There were 4, no five beings placed under their gaze, 3 witches, King, and the newest grimwalker? They wanted to greet him. After all Philip never let him play with his toys. Phillip was greedy he never shared. A girl with lavender hair stood at the end, her expression was unique among her mutuals, angry, betrayed, and hurt. They felt those feelings too. Their focus had drifted from the grimwalker to the witchlet. They were set to greet her before king blocked them.

 

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King had to protect his remaining companions. Luz was a puppet to the huntsman of his species and he was apparently the descent of the only species able to balance out their cosmic power. He could’ve done something, right? He can do something now.

 

The collector and him have ascended from the ground, Amity’s fingers wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet. He’s in a game of tug a war and he’s the rope. “Hey amity, I can’t let anyone else be hurt. I’m sorry but sometimes you have to let go” he worded with tears in his eyes. His throat scratched, he unsealed his lips and belted out a strong “Weh!”. He watched as his remaining friends departed the world, riding his voice. He would miss them too, his missed her, but now he and the collector were piloting through the sky. He had to let go.

Notes:

Cool you read it! Fun fact I started writing this months ago and just finished it today. I hope you enjoyed and cried if I’m lucky. I will make more angst as this goes on trust me. I will probably continue this.

Chapter 2: Oh no!

Notes:

AHAHAHAHA I’m having a bad time so I’m writing. a lot. hope you enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Eda watched impotently as the child that accessorized her daughter’s features, but mirrored a new aesthetic, pivoted the air her son in tow. This wasn’t Luz, but this monster was with King. Her body was erupting with feathers, her sclera charging with an inky black. Raine grabbed her wrist pausing her metamorphosis at the harpy stage for a split second, she checked behind her. Raine looked in awe then contempt at their old flame. Eda took it as a green light and sautéed off the story.

 

Eda grasped for king but the face stealer got her first. “You look fun wanna play?” Was the last line she heard before she returned to the dark domain in her mind.

 

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The collector was announcing their new possession, and she couldn’t find it in her to give it a thought. Kikimora was in the recently exposed “hall of failures”. Such a grim place. She wasn’t her for a leisure viewing of the skeletons again, no she desired that mirror. She observed the deal being waged, she knew the value left in it.

 

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The collector had the owl beast trapped in a small present box for the time being. Now he was relaying their agenda on the bugs below. The residents all looked like tiny maggots from his view, so fun!

 

He started with a demonstration to be mature, he just had to pose as playing adult. They think they demonstrated very well the conversion of insects to toys, if shocked reactions were anything to go by.

 

The shouting from below assaulted their ears requesting what happened to Luz, King, or the Owl lady. He was irritated when some lady came asking about her niece and nephew, he protectively screamed “my best friend will be nobody’s nephew!”.

 

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Kikimora was exceptionally proud is she seized the glass plate. She dusted it but nothing came of it, she took a moment to second guess herself before trusting her sight and knocking. Following the rapping on the tablet a shade slithered up the wall.”Oh, no! Not you!”

Notes:

So Kikimora says hello. I have big plans for her.(saying what she always wanted Belos to tell her hah) anyhow hope you enjoyed, I tried to reference a lot of stuff regarding the collector’s character. So maybe that turned out well?

Chapter 3: Okay?

Summary:

I didn’t plan for this to be the focus of this chapter but alas meh. So this goes a week forward that should be continued next time then a week back to when we were last time for some reason.

Notes:

I tried to write a longer chapter so I hope I did good, also the welcome mat was random and I’m very sure it was not in the show.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The shadow on the wall held noticeable features. Her head in a triangular way that would change the hair creating the addition grew. Her legs sloped til around her shins they reached their largest point and receded into two little feet.

 

Bosha looked her over as Kikimora waited eagerly to hear her response to her offer. She would accept Kikimora as her ruling partner and the demon would hand over the trapped human. She knew her answer.

 

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About a week earlier…
“Luz!”, Amity grasped the door handle screaming for her love. She pulled opened the door only to find the same ramshackle space she saw the first five times, afraid of stopping the cycle only for the portal to have reopened. “Amity”, Willow spoke in a beaten tone, “We need to find help”.

 

They had barely eaten in days, their last meal being this morning consisting of stale bread and assorted fruit, and due to the fear of the Day of Unity they had hardly slept a wink for the past week collectively.

 

“Okay”, Amity agreed with a defeated voice. “Luz said her house is on the nearby coldesac, we should be able to recognize the welcome mat with an Azura hat on the double U” she reminisces, when Luz recalled the story of how she begged her mom to buy the mat, and how the hat was apparently called a “Witches hat”, Amity admitted that she always called it an Azura hat, as she saw few if any witches wearing one. She missed Luz already.

 

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They walked with the rain and cawing of the birds being the only ambiance as they stood in the gutter separating the road and front yard of a cozy looking house. The kids looked at the windows, one lit on the far right. They approached the structure with subtle anxiety, though Amity’s only grew once they reached the welcome mat. This was her house.

 

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There was a rapping at the door and Camila went to get it. Of course it may have been easiest for her daughter to have gotten it, but since the incident with Hopkins, Camila was rather protective of the basilisk.

 

The porch held four children with pointed ears. The one with a head of lilac asked if she was called by her name, to which she replied, “yes I am Camila Noceda, and may I know why your asking”. This time the blonde brought a reply, “We’re friends of Luz, could we um come in please, ma’am?”. “Of course, of course I wouldn’t want you freezing” she answered the awfully polite young man. Concern danced inside of her. If they were friends of her daughter, where was Luz?

 

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The magical aroma that emitted from the guest overwhelmed Vee’s senses. It smelled so comfortable like a freshly washed blanket by a fireplace on a cold night.

 

The purple haired girl approached her and asked, “Are you Vee?”. Confused by the omniscience of this girl she answered with a small “Yes”. To her relief the girl said that she had recognized her from Luz’s story. Apparently Luz had relayed her pseudo trip to her home realm to the purple haired. Speaking of Luz, Vee was really concerned for her sister and would like the details of the situation.

 

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Sat at the table slurping soup, Camila decided it was time to rip off the bandaid and softly asked, “Is Luz okay?”. The answer came slowly and painfully as the girl with braids stated, “We don’t know”.

 

The group went on to recall the tale in a popcorn format, from the reunion to the fake-out to her daughter’s possession. Her blood froze at the last item, some creature with excessive power had stolen Luz’s body!

 

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Hunter worried for Luz, of this household He had been the only to see the collector before the possession. When he and Luz were in that horrid mind scape, the potent entity as a shadow excited with words of genocide and other evils, naming it play as if it were nothing more than a game. His eyelids dangled over the balls, then he allowed them to close. A dreamless sleep overtook him finally around three a.m. but the thought lived on in his head. I hope your okay Luz.

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed, sorry I post so inconsistently but this is for fun, so I’m writing when I can produce the best results.

Chapter 4: What happened?

Notes:

Uhm sorry, this took a while and was this short I’m dealing with some stuff and I also had some trouble deciding the path I wanted to go down with this fic.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“Bosha”, Luz spat the name with a frustrated tone as if they had just downed cough syrup. “What do you want with me? what could I possibly be of use for?” “You’ll have to wait and see, human.” The cyclops snapped back reflecting their tone. “Now Kiki I suggest we get to work, but first we must shut them up.” “Of course Bosha, will this curtain do?” “Perfect. Night night human” Bosha said as her speech faded into villainous giggling, then she veiled the tablet and Luz was put away.

 

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“Ugh! I hate it in this stupid place!”, Luz says angrily. “Wow! I sound like the collector” they go on a small tangent, “if I’m alone in here am I talking or thinking” “Well is your mouth opened or closed” the voice backstage in her mind supplied. “It is, so then I’m not just thinking thanks!” They proudly realized before, “but then aren’t you just thinking aloud?” “I hate myself… and you too.”

 

Luz resigns to visually surfing the area for anything interesting but it’s just an ongoing flatness as far as they can see with none of those weird cubes from its relative. The human starts pacing the land wondering what the bully that covered them wanted them for and how time moves in this realm. As they’re making their way back to their start they realize they can’t recognize it as it blends in with the landscape, “%**$!!!”.

 

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It’s been a minute, of course not truly that’s just a saying, or at least Luz doesn’t think it’s been just a minute, it’s been a while, that’s better. Luz has been walking the “land” for as long as she has and still nothing until…

 

“Ah! ¡¿Qué diablos?!” They fell onto their posterior. Luz had slipped on something, in reaching for their foot they found a small squid plush colored bright pink with cyan and violet stars littering its fabric. The stitching is rough and inconsistent clearly homemade. “Awe, what a cute plush!” Luz now holds the plush in their palm. “Why’s there an opening here?” They carefully remove the stuffing in the area not wanting to ruin their stuffed companion.

 

They retrieved some sort of necklace from the toy, under examination it consists of a metallic blue star and crescent moon connected at two points. Luz decides to don the necklace ignoring the script that finds its way out of the toy with the necklace. Placing in round their neck their eyes start to glow.

 

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Luz was now wearing long braided white blonde locks, with skin spilt between moderate orange and royal purple and a white sun imprinted on their purple cheek, dressed in a trench coat that reached their heels and a corduroy textured pair of overalls that have a tee beneath. They floated above muck below them slowly spinning while breathing in short breaths and holding a panicked look in their eyes. What happened?

Notes:

Again sorry it’s short but I felt like I was dragging some stuff out otherwise and I wanted Luz to be the main focus. Next chapter will probably be longer. Also I’ve decided to sporadically swap between they/them and she/her pronouns for Luz because why not? It just feels sorta right for Luz. Hope you enjoyed!

 

Updated lol it’s Jan 12th
Here’s Luz 😁

 

She’s sat on the the trench coat lol

Chapter 5: I’ve been hearing a voice

Summary:

Luz reaches, Amity listens

Notes:

Finally a chapter! So sorry this took so long there’s just been a lot going on 😅. I tried to make this longer than my other chapters as I feel bad about the long wait. Also sorry if it’s bad I’m trying to practice writing better cause believe it or not I’m really interested in writing. As I said in my update before I do like MHA a lot and have some fanfics on the back burner so maybe keep an eye out if your a fan of that as well. I may write some more one shots or two shots too. That’s about all I need to say, this chapter is little over 1k words and I hope you enjoy! 😊

Chapter Text

A pied teen reached a burnt orange hand through the surface of the milky citrine. A flat arm ascended from a static shadow origin and gave a cursory wave.

 

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Amity was bearing a puzzling week. Well, more of a puzzling trimester, but this week blew the others from the water. obviously being trapped in another world therefore being MIA while consternation courses through your veins on behalf of your also MIA but missing somewhere else girlfriend would make any week difficult, but apparently the universe’s die was already cast and set to confuse the purplenette witch.

 

The first incident hadn’t preyed upon Amity, instead ghost was the first quarry. It was Friday dusk: the sky painted an entrancing array of colors from amethyst to amber with cirrus clouds scribed handsomely across the skyscape, when Ghost produced a ghastly hiss. At the sound Amity went to check on the pailsman; she emphasizes with the unfamiliarity of this realm. When Amity went to comfort her cat however Ghost continued to stare catatonically at the wall, the feline had always held an aloof aura but wouldn’t flat out ignore her owner unless she sensed something. She should’ve saw this was the calm before the storm heralding the the remainder of her week.

 

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The former occurrence was much less potent and much easier to forget then the second. The morning carried cirrostratus clouds with it. “Cirrostratus clouds are preliminary to rain” she noted; pride swelling at her memorization. The calm broke with a bay behind her, then it began.

 

Throughout Saturday a siren song trailed the girl wherever she stepped. The voice sung the most beautiful onomatopoeias she’d ever heard, and despite it’s mainly unintelligible nature a few words were recognizable, “love”, “safe”, and “home”. She did wonder why the warbler appeared to be trilling to her but would prefer to not dive down that rabbit hole.

 

By nightfall the voice had dwindled to a light hum allowing the crickets and sacadas to eclipse it, the hums chirped “buenas noches” and “te quiero” for some time before the echoing fell back into the tranquil melody.

 

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When the witch awoke next twilight she had expected the hex to have gone and yet as she rubbed her eyes she heard the euphonious lay and the new and thrifted phrases that had been strung in “bueno días”, “te quiero”, “amor”, and “bonita”. It speaks Spanish? The voice read then it halted for a bit before “Amity” rang throughout the room. Amity went from groggy to awake in record time. Despite the honeyed tone to the expression, her name sent chills down her spine. Well, her name wasn’t actually the catalyst it was the knowledge that the croon knew her name. It should’ve been expected, really. Why wouldn’t the caroler know their victim’s name. As the purplenette contemplated if and how her mental health could have created this, she idly strutted towards the window; altocumulus fluff floated around the sun bringing a calm sky with it.

 

The girl decided she’d better sort out her inner turmoil on a walk. As amity stepped out the door she prepped herself for the cold pricked her face like a pinecone. In actuality it wasn’t very chilly, but compared to fall when home it was night and day. Her maroon scarf and boots kept her toasty enough. She bid goodbye to Willow and Ms.Noceda who were quietly pouring coffee beans into the machine and fertilizing the flowers respectively.

 

The day was rather beautiful and rather quiet allowing her pursuer a platform to sing without being interrupted. By now she had accepted the perforative poltergeist into her life: they reminded her of Luz. Luz who she read with, Luz who she hugged, Luz who she kissed, Luz who she missed. It hadn’t dawned upon Amity just how far she walked until she walked upon a coffee shop: somehow the witch had stumbled into the town center. The streets were still fairly dead as most citizens joined in church. Through the glass, there was a single barista tidying up the counter before the morning rush. Amity walked inside. She tried and liked coffee the coffee Ms.Noceda had but wanted to taste one of the pumpkin spice Lattes her girlfriend raved about. She decided it best not to question how they fit the squash into the cup.

 

The coffee in her hands felt homey and palatable to the chilly witch. The caroler crooned a new carol more lively than the usual hums centered around some headless man? Confusing, but what wasn’t. As she reached the street a flyer hit smack dab on her nose. Inscribed on the flyer was “Halloween Hayride!” In large bold font. The voice made a sound of joy when she read it so she pocketed it and set back on her Mary way.

 

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It was Monday evening, the stratus clouds casted a gray sky through the window, she had waited for Willow and Hunter to return from their venture local greenhouse. Reasonably she knew she had to tell her friends about the voice even if they thought she snapped. The group sat round the table in assorted chairs.

 

Willow broke the silence “uh, Amity why’d you call us here” “Yeah Lol” Gus had been attempting to learn human lingo, attempting being the key word. “I’ve been hearing a voice”. Unexpectedly Hunter said “oh me too… is that not normal” “What does yours sound like Hunter?” “Like unc… uh Belos”. Well if that isn’t worrying Willow’s a tree. For obvious reasons they had to discuss that and concluded that it was a trauma response forgetting the time till Ms.Noceda made it home from work at midnight.

 

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It was technically Tuesday but the clock shown four thirteen am when it happened. A noise bounced in the room ‘probably ghost’ she thought rubbing the sleep from her eyes only to find ghost cuddled up to clover, weird. The noise sounded again this time behind her, she whipped her head around in time to see-

Chapter 6: Intermission

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Yello! merry uhhh happy uhhh *checks date* Early Martin Luther King day! So I swear I’m still working on this fic but updates are gonna stay slow for a while though I do plan for this to be my summer of writing! That sounds special I just mean I’m gonna write a lot then. Anyhow as a little gift for neglecting this fic. Here’s my original Luz design from forever ago lol. They've changed a lot

Btw do you like the Hooty signature? It’s the first time I’ve signed it as my names not actually Hooty lol

Oh also I’ve been editing the other chapters some. Just fixing errors and stuff and I think while I’m not writing as much I’m going to draw more and add them to the end of chapters so be on the lookout!

I added another drawing of Luz to chapter four

Chapter 7: Who cares?

Summary:

I need sleep, they need sleep

Notes:

I’m alive sorry it’s so short though

Chapter Text

Hunter padded past a painting, a canvas, it was Luz and him hugging? The more he looked the more… dilly it came. Her hair was flaxen and blonde, trailing down in lengthy box-braids. And was there a tattoo on her face? Wait her face! It was split, purple and orange. Oh the necklace it looks just like the one in unc-Belos’s grimore! And… and? A Viridian vignette pervaded his vision as the world turned black to back to bright.

 

“Hunter! Hunter!” He came to groggily; olfactor, audio, and finally optics. “Huh, Amity?” His head ached “bandages?” “You have a head wound, you blacked out in the hall and were catatonic for“ she checked the clock ”six hours. Mom wanted to call the hospital but Gus convinced her humans wouldn’t be a good idea. There was some weird green sludge in you though, it gave mom a heart attack but she got it out.” She laughed a bit “I’m happy you’re okay”

 

“Hunter!” Ms.Noceda ran in the room, proceeding to grab his face in her hands and looked him over. “Mom?” She looked distraught and disheveled in the light. “I was so worried I would lose you like-“ “like Luz?” “Like su padre” she took a struggling breath “Luz is, Luz está bien, sabo ella es! She’s, she’s a smart kid.” She looked a bit forlorn “yeah, she is”

 

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They were bored and tired. Kikimora, el bruja, never let her do anything. And Bosha was usually fighting Matt, as she was right now. The star fell into slumber despite the above annoyance.

 

“What is this?” “Eh it’s Bosha’s who cares?”

Chapter 8

Summary:

Rewrite

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>Looking Glass Valley

I wanted to rewrite this for a bit so