When World's Colide - A Lumelia Fanfic

The day started with the familiar sound of Braxter’s barking. The German Shepherd trotted around, tail wagging happily as he jumped up at the door, eager to greet their visitors. Lucia had just finished a long day of rehearsing for a gig with the Bard Coven and was lounging on the couch, trying to relax. Amelia, meanwhile, was sitting at the kitchen table, her tablet open, scrolling through some plans for a new project she had been mulling over. Their apartment was small, but it felt cozy in its own way—though not exactly spotless, there was a comfort to it, the kind that made it feel like home.

A knock at the door interrupted the peace, and Lucia stood up with a groan, reluctantly moving to open it. When she swung it open, she found Luz and Amity standing there, grinning like they were in on some private joke.

“Hey! How are you two holding up?” Luz asked, stepping into the apartment with Amity close behind.

Lucia smiled, though it was a bit stiff, not wanting to let on that she wasn’t used to the whole “living together” thing yet. “We’re managing. Been keeping busy,” she said with a shrug.

Amelia glanced up from her tablet, offering a nod. “Yeah, it’s… been fine.”

The couple exchanged a knowing look. "It’s been fine," Amity repeated with a teasing smile. "We’re sure it’s just fine."

Amelia raised an eyebrow at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on,” Luz grinned, her hands raised as if to say, don’t pretend. “We’ve seen you two. We know what’s going on. You’ve been getting cozy.”

Lucia’s cheeks flushed, and Amelia stiffened, both of them instantly locking eyes in a silent agreement: No. Don’t mention it.

“We’ve been getting along better,” Lucia muttered quickly, but her attempt at brushing it off didn’t fool anyone.

Luz’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Getting along better? Sure, that’s what you call it? We’ve heard you two argue over the smallest things, like… what, where the towels go? Or… who gets the last slice of pizza?”

Amity chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe. “Luz isn’t wrong. We’ve seen it. The arguing is kind of cute.”

Lucia and Amelia exchanged a brief, annoyed glance but didn’t say anything. They didn’t really mind it—they just hated admitting that, yes, they were still figuring each other out, and sometimes it involved getting on each other’s nerves.

“Yeah, whatever,” Lucia grumbled. “It’s nothing compared to how things used to be.”

Luz raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? How was it before?”

“Well…” Amity began, exchanging a look with Luz, “I think we need to tell them about the throwing things phase.”

Lucia and Amelia both went wide-eyed at the mention. “What do you mean throwing things?” Amelia asked, trying to act innocent as she stood up and walked over to the table.

“Oh, you know,” Luz said, a teasing glint in her eyes. “At first, it was just little things—like pens, pillows, random stuff lying around the apartment—but eventually, it turned into full-blown throwing things.” She turned to Amity, almost in disbelief. “I thought they were going to destroy the whole place.”

Amity couldn’t help but laugh. “It was honestly a little scary for a while.”

A flashback hit Lucia and Amelia like a ton of bricks, and the room fell silent for a moment.

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Flashback:

Lucia and Amelia stood facing each other in the middle of the living room. Tension hung in the air like a thick fog, neither of them willing to back down. A pencil sat on the table between them, untouched, but it wasn’t long before the first object was thrown. It was a lamp. Lucia picked it up with an annoyed scoff, hurling it at Amelia. Amelia ducked, laughing in disbelief. "You’re seriously throwing a lamp at me?!" she yelled.

The lamp smashed against the wall, the bulb flickering before the light went out. But it didn’t stop there. Amelia, fuming, grabbed a stack of books from the shelf and threw them at Lucia, who barely ducked in time. The books hit the couch, scattered across the floor.

“You are unbelievable!” Lucia shouted, her voice rising in anger.

In a blur of motion, Lucia grabbed her computer, ready to hurl it at Amelia’s head. But Amelia wasn’t having it. She grabbed her tablet from the table and threw it right back at Lucia, who barely dodged in time.

The apartment quickly descended into chaos. Chairs knocked over, objects shattered, and the floor was littered with anything that could be thrown in a fit of anger. Both of them stood there, breathing heavily, surrounded by the mess they’d made, staring at each other with seething frustration.

After a moment, they both stood in silence, the anger simmering just below the surface.

Amelia was the first to break the silence. “So… what now?”

Lucia glanced around the apartment, her hand still gripping the shattered remnants of the lamp. “I… don’t know. This was stupid.”

Amelia sighed, finally letting out a reluctant chuckle. “Yeah… it kind of was.”

They both looked around the wreckage of their apartment, now seemingly in ruins. But as they began to pick things up, a quiet understanding settled between them. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to not destroy their apartment in the future.

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End Flashback:

Luz and Amity burst into laughter as the memory floated back, and Lucia groaned in embarrassment. “I swear, it was only like that once.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “And I’m sure that once was enough to last a lifetime.”

But they couldn’t help but smile, the awkwardness of the moment passing. It felt good to laugh, to share those old memories.

“So,” Luz said, wiping away a tear from laughing too hard. “Things are definitely… better now, right?”

“Much better,” Lucia said with a smirk, glancing at Amelia, who was trying to hold back a grin.

Amelia shot her a look. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we won’t have more arguments.”

Lucia laughed, “Yeah, we’ll definitely have more of those. But hey, at least we won’t throw lamps at each other anymore.”

“No promises,” Amelia muttered under her breath, but her lips twitched with amusement.

The four of them ended up spending the evening together, chatting and laughing, comfortable in each other’s presence. Despite the awkward moments, the bickering, and everything else in between, it was clear that something was changing. Maybe it was small, but Lucia and Amelia had found their rhythm—one step at a time.

And as they sat around, Braxter curled up between them like a little bridge in their chaotic, yet cozy lives, neither of them could deny it: things were definitely better.