Luz was not expecting to discover that Amity Blight had abs.
It happened completely by accident. Mostly.
They were in Amity’s room, books spread everywhere, Luz lying on her stomach kicking her feet in the air while Amity was changing after getting back from training.
Luz glanced up—and froze.
“…Amity,” she said slowly, “since when are you… muscular?”
Amity, halfway through pulling on her shirt, turned bright red immediately. “I am not—”
“You have abs,” Luz said, sitting up. “Like— actual abs. Since when??”
“I’ve been working out with Willow!” Amity said defensively, quickly pulling her shirt down. “It’s not a big deal!”
“It is a big deal. For science reasons.”
Too late. Luz reached forward and poked Amity right in the belly button.
Not a dignified squeak. A very small, very startled, very ticklish squeak.
Luz’s eyes widened. Slowly, a mischievous grin spread across her face. “Amity Blight…”
Amity backed up a step. “Luz Noceda, don’t you dare.”
“For science,” Luz said, wiggling her fingers, “I’m gonna need to test that theory.”
Luz darted forward and scribbled her fingers across Amity’s stomach.
Amity burst into laughter instantly, doubling over. “LUHUHUZ— LUZ—! STOHOHOP—!”
“Oh my gosh, you’re so ticklish!” Luz said, delighted, continuing to wiggle her fingers over Amity’s stomach and sides.
“IT TIHIHICKLES—!” Amity tried to grab Luz’s wrists, but she was laughing too hard to be very effective.
Unfortunately for Amity, someone had been walking past the door at that exact moment.
Edric paused. “…Do I hear Amity laughing?”
Emira peeked in. They both saw Luz tickling Amity’s stomach while Amity tried (and failed) to escape.
They looked at each other.
“Oh, this is valuable information,” Emira whispered.
“Extremely valuable,” Edric agreed.
Before Amity could react, the twins rushed in.
“Wait— NO—” Amity tried to run, but Edric grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms.
“Luz,” Emira said sweetly, “care to share the scientific results?”
Luz gasped dramatically. “She’s extremely ticklish. Very important research.”
Amity stared at her in betrayal. “Luz!”
“Well,” Edric said, cracking his knuckles, “for science.”
“NONONO— EDRIC— EMIRA— DON’T YOU—!”
Emira immediately went for Amity's belly, squeezing it and targeting her sister's belly button, specifically. It was a melt spot for the young witchling
Amity shrieked loudly, trying to twist away. “YOHOHOU GUYS ARE THE WOHORST—!”
“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Emira said.
Edric smirked. “Hey, Mittens… remember when you used to hate having your ears touched?”
Amity’s eyes widened. “Edric, don’t you—”
He gently scribbled behind her ear.
Amity SHRIEKED and burst into giggles, shoulders scrunching up. “NOHOHOHO— NOT THE EHEHEARS—!”
“Oh wow,” Luz said. “That’s a bad spot.”
“That’s a great spot,” Emira corrected, now wiggling her fingers up into Amity’s armpits.
Amity completely lost it, laughter turning loud and uncontrollable as she tried to clamp her arms down. “IHIHI CAHAN’T—! STOHOHOHOP—!”
Edric kept lightly tickling her ears while Emira scribbled in her armpits and Luz attacked her stomach and sides.
Amity was laughing so hard she could barely stand. “PLEHEHEASE—! I’M SOHOHORRY FOR WHATEHEVER I DIHID—!”
“You existed,” Edric said.
“You’re our sister,” Emira added.
“And this is for science,” Luz finished.
After another minute of relentless tickling, they finally stopped.
Amity immediately dropped onto her bed, breathing hard, face completely red, hair a mess.
“I hate all of you,” she mumbled into her pillow.
Luz sat next to her and kissed her cheek. “You love us.”
From the doorway, Edric whispered to Emira, “We are so using this information later.”
Amity threw a pillow at them without even looking.
