Wow, it's been a while since I've done any writing. Good news. I'm not dead. Better news, I'm still writing.
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"What?" Hunter asked.
"I think Luz is afraid I'm going to rage out and rape her."
The Clawthornes and Hunter stared at the triclops before looking at each other.
"Well …" Hunter began. "She knows female Alphas have no interest in female Omegas. I mean, unless they do, but that's not because of their instincts."
"I mean, she is bisexual," Eda said. "So she might have the same expectations for both sexes. And her gay girlfriend is suddenly attracted to a guy, so your actual sexuality is out the window."
"If it's true, then I don't think it really matters," Lilith said. "Phobias can be irrational. In Luz mind, an Alpha with impeccable control of himself…" she trailed off not knowing how to word it with Hunter standing right there.
"I get it," Hunter said. "In her mind, it's less about me being a guy and more about the idea that Alphas are… dangerous and have trouble controlling themselves."
Boscha sighed. "This is so frustrating. It's not like Alpha's are the only ones who lose control. Omegas are just as capable of doing so."
"I mean yeah," Hunter said. "But it's not the same. When they lose control, they become subservient to what we do when we lose control. And don't look as scary from the outside."
Boscha pouted. "It's still not fair. Why do we have to be the ones painted in a negative light because of it?"
"Because someone has to take the blame." Lilith said, drawing their attention. "Saying, it's because of 'instincts' doesn't cut it. And it's easier to blame the one giving the orders than the one forced to accept it, even if they both aren't in control. Frankly, I think this whole reconciliation thing Hunter's got going is only working because we have an obvious villain that isn't an intangible feeling created by chemical reactions in the body."
Everyone stared at her.
"I've been an adult Alpha for longer than you kids have been alive, I've had far more time to think about it than you."
"Well, while you guys discuss your place in society's hierarchy," Eda said, "what are we going to do about Luz?"
For this, no one had an answer.
"None of us are qualified therapists." Lilith said. "And I highly doubt there's any one conversation we can have that will force her to feel less unsafe."
"We can try exposure therapy?" Boscha suggested.
Eda gave her a flat look. "This isn't an excuse to go bug her is it?"
"What? No. I mean, it's the best idea I can come up with. Let her see me and get used to being around me. It's not perfect, but it seems to be the only idea we have."
Eda sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine. But maintain a distance and try not to make her jump. Oh, and you have to be unambiguously nice to her at all times. Not creepy nice, but pleasant to be around."
Boscha sucked in air between her teeth at the idea before nodding. "Fine," She said, "But I only promise to be as pleasant as I am to my friends."
"That will have to do," Hunter said, wondering about Boscha's relationship with Luz. "We still have you know what to discuss with the girls."
"You know what?" Boscha asked.
"It's something else." Hunter said. "You don't need to worry about it."
"Oh yes," Eda said. "That conversation I'm totally looking forward to."
"Eda," Lilith said with a warning tone.
"Okay. Okay." Eda said.
"We'll have to broach this topic delicately," Lilith said.
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"You girls want to have an abortion?"
Hunter and Lilith stared at the Owl Lady in shock.
"What?" Luz asked. Amity didn't say anything, but her face conveyed similar feelings.
The five of them had moved into the Owl House to have this discussion while everyone stayed outside to have a conversation about the narrative flaws of the current version of the adventures of The Great Hunter of Gold.
Luz and Amity were sitting on the couch, while Hunter and the Clawthorne's stood on the opposite side of the table.
"They have those in the Boiling Isles?" Luz asked.
"Yes we do." Eda said.
Lilith shook her head at her sister. "I don't know how it exists on earth, but here, it's a potion that essentially… makes you stop being pregnant."
"So… it's a morning after drug?" Luz asked.
"Kind of, but more effective. It's effective for up to 8 weeks?" Eda asked.
"So, what do you say? You want one?" Eda asked.
"Wait, why are you asking?" Amity asked. "Why haven't you just began making the potion?"
Hunter sighed. He stepped forward and pointed his mechanical staff at the girls. A light shot out of the gem at the top over both of them, scanning them. "Because Emperor Belos wants a weekly scan of your bodies to analyze the way the fetuses are developing." He mentally sent a few commands to the staff, analyzing the results of his scan before the top glowed green twice. "And that's confirmation." He looked at them. "You're both pregnant."
The Omegas stared at Hunter not knowing what to say.
"What happens if we refuse his demand?" Luz asked.
"He stops going easy on your law breaking," Hunter said flatly. "You. Anyone who has done anything to support your being a wild witch, everyone who associates with you and their families become targets."
"Hunter." Lilith said.
"I'm sorry, but it'd be disingenuous to give them the choice even without all the things attached to it. If they said yes, would we just spring it on them later?"
"But now thier choice will be highly skewered in one direction."
"I need to think about it," Amity said. "We have eight weeks right? Eight weeks to get out from under Belos' thumb." She looked at Luz.
"I… I'm not sure I can." Luz said.
Everyone stared at her.
"What?" Eda asked.
"I think…" she wrapped her arms around her stomach. "I think I want to keep it."
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My Brain: You know how this story is already in an extremely precarious position because of the LGBT themes? Why don't we also add discussions on trauma and abortion?
Me: That's a brilliant idea.
I like this story. I'm writing this story because I want to write it and I'm enjoying writing it. But I'm not sure I'm the most qualified person to make it. But I will try my best.
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