the owl house · luz noceda · amity blight · lesbian romance · domestic fluff · ptsd · hexside teacher · trauma recovery · wholesome · fantasy setting
Moonlight spilled across the bedroom floor as Luz jolted awake, chest heaving from a nightmare’s grip. The room was silent save for Amity’s soft breathing beside her. Desperate for anchor, Luz leaned in, her voice a fragile whisper against the dark. “Amity...” she murmured, nudging her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Mi botata...” Amity stirred, mumbling sleepily.