there is always another way

alura in-ze. mother to kara. sister to general astra. high judge of krypton.

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hey guys im just moving alura to here as a main blog to make her easier to manage!!! pls come write with me there!!

[amazonluthor-archive]

should i make lillian and alura main blogs?? hmmm 

[pulitzerpanther]

@aluraze continued from here

“Says the woman not supposed to scratch.” Cat’s voice is as steady as the hand that persists despite the flinch, a wrist composed of thin steel of its own, forged from years of cuts and bruises and broken bones and a few runaway explosive trains. And that’s just her son, which speaks nothing to the number of times she’s sat here in front of Alura doing just this. 

Which is actually less time than her son, despite her wife’s knack for being throttled through a building every month or so, but she doesn’t let the concern bleed through. She doesn’t treat it like a problem of hers, at all, because Alura’s daughter is out there saving the world with no one to save her but Alura (and a team of professional government agents–a surprisingly capable sister among them–a Martian who has no clue how to make coffee, and Clark’s rippling abs, but who’s counting?) and Cat wouldn’t have fallen in love, at all, if the woman knew how to leave her daughter alone to do it. 

So she, for once, stays quiet, and sticks to picking up the pieces. 

“And is apparently choosing the downplay option. As much as I just love a good measuring contest, I watched any hint of an ego you could have had splinter into thousand beautiful pieces the moment you were smashed through a skyscraper.” 

She stays quiet for Cat, which is to say, not particularly quiet, at all. 

Continuing, voice as gentle as her fingers have always been as she wrings out the cloth and cups scraped cheeks, “It’s just me here, Alura. That dazzling Kryptonian Pride of yours can stay at the door.” It’s phrased as a blunt statement, but that bubbling worry that she refused in her voice has stockpiled in her eyes, instead, casting a question over something that should be stern. Cat starts on the next scratch instead of lingering on it. 

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Alura sags a little, and turns her face to nuzzle against Cat's hands. 'I'm sorry', she murmurs, 'it's... automatic, I suppose. Kara was just in here'.

She doesn't have to expand on that, because Cat is a mother, and she knows that instinct to protect her child, no matter how much Kara has grown, no matter how much she's seen. Burdening her with her own hurts it's still something she rebells against.

But this is Cat. Her wife. A woman she loves so much it leaves her breathless, sometimes, a woman who loves her in return with a devotion and intensity she hadn't expected.

'It hurt', she admits quietly, lifting bruised, faintly trembling hands to hold onto Cat's hips, 'it still hurts. It was...' she remembers the roar of the building as it collapsed around her, the shock as pain exploded in every nerve, and she swallows tightly. 'It was frightening', she whispers, 'and I... I was scared'.

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secondiisms‌:

Kara snuggled into her mother’s embrace, relishing the mere fact that she was able to do that now. She was so happy that her mother was alive, nothing else even came close to mattering.

“You will, mum.” Kara promised gently, ducking her head shyly against her mother’s shoulder. “You’ll see as much of Earth as you like.” she vowed. “And you’ll see more of me than you’ll know what to do with!” she giggled then, shaking her head.

“I’m not letting you go again.”

Alura pressed a fierce kiss to her daughter’s brow, and held her tighter. She could go that, without having to worry about hurting her, which she was always thankful for. She cupped the back of her head, and murmured, ‘maybe... maybe you could show me? There’s so much to see that I don’t know where to start’. 

She swallowed, and added, ‘besides... I would like to see it with you. It’ll be like... killing two birds with one stone. That is the right phrase, isn’t it?’

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naturallygood‌:

“Alright.’ Lillian nods and leans into Alura’s kiss. “I know.” She tells her. She pulls Alura closer. She knows Alura will protect her at what ever the cost. She knows loss all to well, currently even with the loss of her son. She doesn’t want anymore of it. 

Alura continues to kiss Lillian, a hand in her hair, another at her hip, and she lets it drag slowly up Lillian’s side, her thumb swiping over the swell of her belly. She licks into her mouth and nips at her lower lips, and murmurs, ‘can I make you feel better, at all?’ She understands the helplessness that can come with loss, and Lillian has certainly lost enough. 

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❝ that feels nice. ❞

@pulitzerpanther | touch starved starters - accepting

Alura hums, continuing to stroke her fingers through Cat’s hair. Her fingers press lightly against her scalp, massaging gently, and she murmurs, ‘you seemed tense. I thought maybe you needed some TLC’. 

She trails her fingers down Cat’s neck, pressing her fingers against tense shoulders as she begins to work out the knots, and she leans over her shoulder to press a kiss to her cheek. ‘Let me take care of you’, she whispers, ‘you won’t regret it’. 

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❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞ (Cat sounds like she's particularly serious, which begs the question of what pig-earred notes were in their binding marriage contract.)

@pulitzerpanther | touch starved starters - accepting

Alura smiles gently, scooping Cat into her arms and moving to sit on their bed. She draws the covers up around them, cradling Cat in a cocoon against her chest, and presses a kiss to her forehead. ‘You know I’d keep holding you even if I wasn’t legally bound’. 

She knows it’s Cat’s way of asking without actually having to voice the question, but she doesn’t mind. She pulls the covers up over Cat’s shoulder, and murmurs, ‘I’m here, love’. 

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Alura hesitates before sinking down beside Diana. She leans back against the tree, letting their arms rest close together as she tilts her head back against the rough bark, staring up into the bright, clear sky. She exhales a soft, almost awed breath, and murmurs, ‘I don’t mind. It’s... it’s beautiful, here’. 

Her hand curls lightly in the grass beside them, and she feels a need to expand on how she’s feeling, on the almost childish awe that Diana can probably see in her eyes. ‘My home... by the time it died, we had no natural flora left. Our world was barren. Compared to this...’ she lifts her hand to gesture, emotion swelling in her chest as she listens to the sounds of the birds and the wind in the trees. ‘The beauty of this world is almost overwhelming’. 

@truthpiety

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❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

@cloudcdsanity | touch starved starters - accepting 

Alura pulled back, her brow furrowing slightly at the emotion in Mary Alice’s voice. ‘You mean... kissed someone?’ 

They’d stumbled to her bed in the soft light, and now they’re lying on top of the sheets, still fully clothed, and neither one of them have made a move to undress themselves. Instead, Alura was lying partially on top of the other woman, her hands threaded through her hair, kissing her. She didn’t know how long they’d been lying there, getting lost in the simple enjoyment of kissing one another. She felt surrounded by everything Mary Alice – by her smell, her warmth, the softness of her hair around her fingers, the sound of her heartbeat. She felt utterly at peace. 

She stroked her fingers along Mary Alice’s cheek, and murmured, ‘is that what you mean?’

[bewitchingmemes]

touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

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volatile-muses‌:

‘Fine’, Astra drawls, swatting at her, ‘I’ll return it. Later’. The clothing items she steals always find their way back to Alura’s closet eventually anyway, at the latest once the smell has worn off. ‘We could continue making fun of Doctor Who’, she suggests, a single corner of her mouth quirked up. ‘Accuracy they may lack, but they do make up for it in creativity’.

Alura laughs. ‘So in several months, then’. She leans over to kiss Astra’s cheek, and her voice softens. ‘I don’t mind that you borrow my clothes, honestly’. It’s something they’ve done since they were young, and whenever Astra returns them, they always smell like her. She smiles, and says, ‘we could. I quite like the Dalexes. They’re funny’.

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naturaluthor‌:

The new mother was sinking into the couch her hand rubbing up and down the small infant’s back. At this point, Lena had been so exhausted that the many cute outfits Logan had been in only lasted for few days and she now was in just a white onesie, the only thing clean left. A soft exhausted smile curled to her lips as colored eyes shifted to look at her mother in law besides her.  ❝ I appreciate it, Alura. It’s taken a while to get use to having a child, let alone a Kryptonian one. She’s having a difficult time sleeping and I don’t know why. ❞

‘Wonderful’, Alura says, reaching out to carefully take Logan from Lena’s arms. She sits down beside the woman, cradling the child to her chest and pressing a gentle kiss to her head. Her hair feels soft against her chin, and tickles her a little. ‘I understand’, she murmurs, sighing happily at the warmth against her chest. She’s always loved babies. ‘Well, I can mind her tonight, if you like. You certainly need the sleep’.

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‘Would you like herbal? Kara tells me they can help when you’re feeling unwell’. Alura wanders into the kitchen to fill up the kettle. She leans on the counter, staring at him with a faint frown. ‘I hope you’re not actually sick. I didn’t think you could get sick on Earth’. 

She knew the Daxamite didn’t have the exact same powers as her, but it was still strange that he was sick. She’d promised Kara that she’d keep an eye on him, but in truth she wasn’t sure exactly what to do. ‘How are you feeling? Any worse?’

@daxambcrn

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inalienablerights‌:

     “<It is not your apology to make,>” she says simply, and shoves aside the anger that wells up in her. The person who could make that apology is dead, and who does this– this alternate-Alura think she is, trying to apologize for her? On her behalf? She sees the way her face twists in an expression that seems foreign on the face that belonged to her mother, and she recognizes it as sorrow, and can’t help but thing of it as wrong. A poor imitation.

     She knows that’s not it, she knows she’s twisting it, but she has been angry for a very long time. It’s a difficult habit to break.

     “<Talking about it will not change it,” Kara continues, “<And we have other things to worry about. You need to go home.>”

     To your universe. To your Kara. To another person for whom Kryptonese is her mother tongue, she thinks, but does not say aloud. It’s the one thing Kara will not begrudge herself: the chance to speak it again with another native speaker is too precious. That’s almost what hurts most about it– the familiarity that the other Kara gets to enjoy on a daily basis, that she will only ever have reading the texts on her sunstone and correcting Kal’s grammar as they teach Kon the language that should have been theirs from birth.

     She shakes the thoughts away and frowns at the readings from the portal that had brought Alura through, flicking through them on the datapad.

     “<What did you say brought you here, exactly?>”

‘I don’t know, really’, Alura runs a hand through her hair, leaning against the wall heavily, acutely aware of how uncomfortable Kara seems, ‘I was... helping my sister and -’ she cuts herself off suddenly, a frown furrowing her brow. ‘I... did your version of me have a sister?’

The idea that in some universes she doesn’t have her twin is oddly unnerving and upsetting, and she wishes in that moment that she could hug her sister, just to remind herself that it’s not the same for them.

She shakes herself, and continues, ‘sorry, I... we were fighting an alien. I’ve no idea how I ended up here’. She swallows, and says hesitantly, ‘if... if it’s too uncomfortable for you being around me, then... then I’m sure one of your friends can help, if you prefer’. She sighs. ‘I don’t want to make things hard for you’. 

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maraonlaidre‌:

Kara could only grin at her mom, and her shoulders lifted in a playful shrug. “The short answer is all of them to both questions.” She chuckled in reply as she shut the door behind Alura. Following her mother to the table, Kara laughed and reached out to squeeze her mom’s arm. “Twelve is perfect. I have three different kinds of popcorn, and I have Chinese and pizza ordered. So we have the amount of food covered.” She reported, eyes glittering behind her glasses. “Now we just need to decide on genre of movie.”

‘Oh, good’, Alura said with a laugh, partly to cover her embarrassment. ‘I wasn’t sure’. She stared at all the food, and sighed. ‘That is quite a lot of food. I’m still not used to being so hungry all the time’. She hesitated, tilting her head slightly, and said, ‘do you have a favourite genre? I haven’t watched many movies since I arrived, I’m afraid’. She nudged her daughter with a smile. ‘More to watch with you, then’.

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naturalhero‌:

 ❝   𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛   ❞   she   snapped   ,   her   attention   finally   coming   to   look   at   her   mother   .    ❝   𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠   ???   ❞    she   shrugged   her   shoulders   her   unfaulted   tone   weakening   becoming   more   deflated   and   hurt   .    ❝   𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚠   ???   ❞

‘He was’, Alura said, swallowing past the lump in her throat, ‘he was a wonderful father, Kara. And he was my best friend, he –’ her voice cracked, and she shook her head. ‘He and I never... he knew you weren’t his. And he was fine with that, and it didn’t matter to him. He was your father, Kara’. Kara’s question made her shrug, her mouth twisted painfully. ‘She... wanted to. And I thought... I thought you had a right to know, too. But it doesn’t change that he loved you’.