Lillian Luthor

Canon divergent. Independent. Crossover friendly.

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hey guys! im just moving lillian to here as a main blog so she’ll be easier to manage!! i hope you all wanna write with me over there!! 

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Astra had known what was going on. She was there when Lilian got the summoning letter from Lex, and she didn’t want her to go. But she went anyway. She’d spent the whole time worrying about what would happen while Lillian was gone. When heard her come in, she was there before Lillian could even finish her sentence. “I’m here.” She says softly. 

Lillian wraps her arms around Astra’s waist and presses her face against her shoulder. She hides in her shoulder, a shudder running through her, and she mumbles, ‘he’s dead, Astra. He’s dead’. 

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should i make lillian and alura main blogs?? hmmm 

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There comes a time,                     where you can choose to be the HERO or the VILLAIN of the story.  No matter where you stand,                                       someone always sees you as the APPOSING force.

Lena Luthor, Supergirl © @naturaluthor           Nyssa-Vex, Krypton © @notagamepiece                            Multi-Muse for Dc/Marvel/Grey’s/Disney/Original Characters© @ofherosblood

                                                        All written AND loved by Elliett/Sioux

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“Well, I’d hope you’ve bathed,” The soft hue of the bathroom light paints lips that quirk upwards at the edge, teasing tone skimming like fingers along the water before they dance and curl over a knee. But somewhere along the line in the warmth and comfort, the tease turns into a soft hum, instead, head lolling–tipping backwards and up to—for eyes to linger along Lillian’s jaw. Familiar and softer than most would think, a fact cemented in her mind when damp fingers raise up to brush beneath it, tracing skin with an undeniable softness of her own. Smiling. “That’s a shame, Lillian.” And it is. “You deserve some relaxation, and nothing says relaxation like a bubble bath.” Her free hand raises up from Lillian’s knee to roll around in gesture, a few beads of water flinging out of the tub as she does, “Or shopping.” Those smiling lips brushing over her jaw, voice dipping like her fingers had into that irrevocable softness, “We should relax more often.”

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Lillian laughs softly, kissing Cat's cheek, her fingers tracing patterns along her thigh beneath the water. 'I'm not sure I've ever found shopping relaxing, Kitty'.

She presses another kiss to Cat's shoulder, enjoying the closeness between them, the ease in which Cat leans back against her. She's known her for long enough to know how much it means, that Cat can be like this with her. She props her chin on her shoulder, fingers dancing along her hip, an almost absent caress, andsje nods. 'I would like that', she murmurs, 'I like seeing you like this'.

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The quiet admission is easier to focus on than her own.

“And why,” Brows knit as Cat slowly turns in Lillian’s arms, shoulders that have relaxed backwards into surprisingly strong biceps dipping so that fingers can skim up them—can smooth along shoulders and up a neck to gently cup the back of Lillian’s neck, just as gently guiding familiar eyes up to meet her. The brows don’t stay knit for long, raising upwards, instead, in pressing question, tongue darting over lips as she murmurs, their close proximity causing anything else to feel like a shout in her lungs: “Is that?”

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Lillian swallows, and bends to meet Cat half way, resting their foreheads together while her grip remains tight on her. She's learned to try and meet Cat in the middle, trying to respond to what she gives as she's giving it, trying not to let her fears gef the best of her.

In this case, she's trying to give honesty for honesty, whispering their truths in the safe space between their bodies.

'You always craved affection', she murmurs at last, 'but you were so particular about who you let give it to you. And I... I wasn't sure if...' she swallows again, her throat tight. She nudges her nose against Cat's cheek, trying to tell her what she can't quite say. 'I used to be... someone on that list. I wasn't sure if that was still true'.

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“That’s understandable.” She leaned back in her seat, trying to loosen up now that she knew why Lillian was here. She wasn’t so bad, not like how she imagined the Luthors to be (and how the news outlets portrayed certain members). “I’d like to get to know you…if that’s at all possible. All of you. Perhaps we could grab lunch sometime?” She rushed through the proposal, looking away. “I work most days, but I’m sure we could figure something out.”

Lillian blinked, a little surprised by the woman’s statement. ‘Oh... well, if you’re sure, then of course’. It was impossible to keep the surprise from her voice. Clearly Tess hadn’t heard much about her, if she wanted to spend time with her. ‘I’m free most days, so we can have lunch whenever you like’. She hesitated, and said, ‘you’re life... has it been good?’ 

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

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Lillian pauses, and in the brief silence, she can hear the small bubbles popping in the water. Cat is heavy and warm against her front, and she feels more relaxed than she has in a while in the hot, fragrant water. She nods, dropping a kiss to Cat’s shoulder as she continues to drag the foamy cloth along Cat’s back to wash her. ‘Of course. I’m nearly done, but the bath’s still hot’. 

There’s still plenty of bubbles, too, and she puts the cloth aside, leaning back against the tub and wrapping her arms around Cat’s middle to pull her with her. The woman’s head leans back against her shoulder, and she presses a kiss to her temple. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever done this before, you know’. 

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❝ i don't think I've been hugged in years. ❞

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Lillian blinks, and her arms tighten instinctively around the much smaller woman. She knows that Cat hugs Carter all the time, because she’s a good mother, but... but maybe she’s talking about being hugged. She swallows tightly, and she trails a hand up Cat’s back to cradle the back of her head. She closes her eyes, her body relaxing as she lets herself curl down over Cat, and she murmurs, ‘I... I can relate’. 

She can’t remember the last time someone hugged her. Lex was never one for hugs, and Lionel didn’t hug. He just crushed her to his chest until she found it difficult to breathe. 

Her throat burns, and she mumbles, ‘I wondered if you wouldn’t want me to’. 

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Lena didn’t even protest when her mom took away her alcohol; it wasn’t as if it had helped anyways. She stared blankly ahead and flinched a little when her mom touched her, expecting the worst. Lena knew now what her father had been like and, for some stupid, stupid reason, she almost expected her mother to hit her. Or jerk her face sharply. Or laugh at her. 

But her mother’s touch was soft and kind and Lena–had no idea how to react to it. It almost would’ve been easier if her mother hurt her. Lena deserved it for being so fucking dumb. 

Lena fell into her mother’s embrace and wondered, distantly, if this was the first time her mother had ever held her. She didn’t think so. And, had Lena not been so used to Kara’s affection by now, she would’ve panicked. As it was, she carefully lifted her hand and carefully, carefully clung to her mother’s shirt as she might anchor her to reality. 

“Why would she lie to me?” she asked numbly. 

Lillian tightened her grip on Lena, stroking her fingers carefully through her hair. ‘Maybe she was afraid’, she murmured, ‘afraid that... that she’d lose you’. She sighed heavily. She’d known who Supergirl really was since Myriad, but it hadn’t been her secret to tell. ‘She knows how you feel about... about people lying, Lena’. 

She hesitated. She wanted to make this better. She had no idea how to make this better, but she wanted to. Lena was her daughter, and she knew how much she cared about Kara. How important her friendship was to her. 

‘Lena... I know she lied, but she still cares about you. She’s your friend. She... all she’s ever done, as Supergirl and Kara Danvers, is support you’. She pressed a gentle kiss to Lena’s forehead. ‘Don’t let what Lex said ruin that’.

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          The world was never simple. It was never just black or white, but shades of indistinguishable grey. It felt so impossible to believe that, once upon a time, Clark had been friends with Lex Luthor —— the man who had, days ago, tried his hardest to kill her, manipulated so many people just to try and tear her down… the man who did not want to be saved, rather he did not want to be saved by her. An alien. A kryptonian. A thing he despised, not a person but a pest that needed to be eradicated.

But then, there was Lena; she was nothing like Lex; she was kind, and good, a heart undeserving of the judgement that came with her last name. They stood on shaky ground, but the important thing was that now Lena knew the truth.

Lillian was an unknown factor, a piece of the grey. Kara knew what mothers could be like, and the most she wanted was for Lillian to know all of her truths, no lies, before judging her from recent events. Her expression softened, ever so slightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you… I’m sorry…”

She lifted her hands, as if to portray that she had no intention of harm, or anything of that nature. “I came because I wanted to tell you that I’m truly sorry about Lex… I tried to save him. I just — I didn’t want you to think that I just let him fall, that I deliberately dropped him.” She wanted the warning if Lillian was going to come after her. “I… understand, if you hate me, for his death, for exposing everything he was doing, but I wanted you to at least have the truth, to hear it from me.”

‘It’s... it’s alright’, Lillian murmured, rubbing at her chest before dropping her hand with a heavy sigh, ‘you just startled me’. She stared at Kara for a moment, unsure why she was there and wondering if she should be worried, but whatever unease sparked was too overwhelmed by how utterly exhausted she was. 

She stood there, staring blankly as Kara’s words hung in the silence between them, and she wondered absently if her confusion showed on her face. ‘You’re... apologising to me?’ It was certainly there in her voice, and she blinked rapidly, momentarily overwhelmed by it. 

No one had ever apologised to her for the things she’d been through. Lionel hadn’t, and Clark hadn’t spoken to her after his confrontation with Lex. She could hardly blame him, but it had hurt all the same. Hurt, because she’d loved that boy, and she’d lost him too. 

And now she’d lost her son.

‘I don’t hate you’, she whispered, her shoulders drooping as she leaned heavily against her kitchen counter. She felt unsteady and light headed, and really, what was the point of keeping this to herself anymore? ‘I haven’t hated you for a long time, Kara'. Her mouth twisted in an attempt at a smile. ‘I haven’t hated aliens in a long time’. She ran a shaking hand through her hair, and shook her head. ‘You don’t have to tell me that you tried to save him. I know that you wouldn’t just... let him fall. That’s not who you are. I’ve known since Myriad’. 

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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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It’s at the tip of Eliza’s tongue to tell Lillian that Supergirl was not her daughter. But that would be futile; if Lillian truly worked for Cadmus — and Eliza had reason to believe that she did — it’d only keep the woman in Eliza’s house longer than necessary.

“What about it?” She asked sharply instead.

Lillian sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. ‘I’ve never told anyone this’, she said, ‘because it could be dangerous for me if it got out, but... I work for Cadmus. Technically. I’m actually working to bring it down, from the inside’. It felt oddly good to say it aloud. To tell someone. Maybe now if she did die doing this, someone would know, at least. ‘So... as a mother, I... I wanted you to know that I’m not going to hurt your daughter. I’m trying to help’.

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‘Lena?’ Lillian shuts the door carefully behind her and moves forward slowly, surprised by how dark the apartment is. There’s a single light coming from the living room, and she stops when she sees Lena sitting on the couch, staring into space blankly. She blinks, and says, ‘Lena? Are you...’ 

She stops. Lena isn’t alright. She can’t be alright. Not after what’s happened. Lillian swallows, and moves to sit on the couch, not too close, aware that Lena might not want it, and says, ‘I heard about what happened’. 

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             “ Trying to — ” Nia muttered without tearing her eyes away from the wound — too concentrated on it to scold her or sneer . Not until SHE KNEW that the fisa was no longer in peril . Azplana was silent for the longest time , taking the time to make sure she could remove it in one quick motion without causing more injury . “ You’re NOT a warrior ! You — ” A low growl slipped free , shaking her head before steadying her hand and —-             The remnants of the arrow was pushed right through ; hitting the cold stone with a light clatter . THERE … Nia stepped away just for a few moments , retrieving some dressing and a wet cloth to remove as much of the blood as she could before bandaging it . “ It’s going to SCAR . ” Nia murmured , finally allowing herself to glance back to Lillian .

Lillian cried out, her head falling back against the tree behind her, her eyes screwing shut as her feet scuff against the forest floor. She shuddered, and took a shaky breath, swearing under her breath as she exhaled it. She resisted the urge to clutch at her wound, allowing Nia to tend to it, staring at the trees above and trying not to think about what the burning, sharp pain reminded her of. 

She met Nia’s eyes, and managed a pain smile. ‘I have a lot of scars, Nia’. She lowered a shaking hand, and pulled up her shirt, exposing the old, jagged scar climbing her side. She leaned forward slightly, pulls her shirt higher to bare the other scars on her back, before she dropped her shirt down again. She slumped back against the tree, and let out a shaky breath, and mumbled, ‘another is hardly going to make a difference’. 

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