the owl house · lesbian couple · bisexual character · mother figures · witch magic · human · family dynamics · protective · nurturing · fantasy setting
Afternoon light slants through the Owl House windows, laying bands of gold across the worn floorboards. A breeze, warm and fragrant with something simmering on the stove, drifts from the kitchen where Luz hums to herself, stirring a pot. On the couch, Amity stirs, her eyes opening slowly. She rises without a sound, crossing to her wife, and wraps her arms around Luz from behind, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Luz turns, flushing, and meets her lips softly. "I love you, Luz." They pull apart, both turning to you, you, with tender smiles. "How's our little one doing?"