#lilbea

[explosionshark]

“don’t remember there being any hounds around here” + lilbea :0?

Need you to know this was probably my favorite One Of These I got in this game

After much consideration I think I would have this one be like. My total autopsy (+ perhaps revival?) of the entire Bea/Lilith relationship featuring my most self-indulgent HCs

I'd be inventing a lot. Much of the concept would be predicted on Bea and Lilith knowing each other before the OCS. Given their families backgrounds being implied to be similar and the way their values are aligned, I think this is an easy idea to sell.

They know each other vaguely via their families but they really connect in high school - Bea was inauspiciously transferred in the middle of the year from a different school. There's rumors that she was going to be expelled for breaking a morality clause. (Aka she got caught dyking it up). These rumors as far as Lilith is concerned - and she's intense and basically friendless anyway, so her mother's suggestion of taking Beatrice as a roommate as a favor to her family is mildly inconvenient at first but no great hardship.

It's through Lilith and her chosen path to the OCS that Beatrice decides to also pursue that role. Together they clique up hard, socializing mostly with each other and training intensely. What's key here is that Lilith becomes deeply enmeshed in a homoerotic friendship that she absolutely DOES NOT realize is homoerotic. It is an intense but perfectly normal straight friendship and honestly it's a relief because not only is Bea the first person to really not seem to resent Lilith's competitiveness and social rough edges and they challenge each other and they're accomplishing goals together!

They have probably one single conversation eventually about Bea being a lesbian but Lilith plays it all wrong. Not that she's a jerk on purpose but y'know - isn't a relief that that doesn't even matter? They both decided they're going to be nuns and join the OCS together so whatever Bea's sexual preferences are is irrelevant. Vow of chastity and all that. None of it will matter when Lilith is Warrior Nun and Bea is there at her side and they're fighting demons together.

(Lilith obviously has a devastating but unacknowledged crush on Bea, but the reverse is not necessarily true. Beatrice is so deep in the throes of shame and repression that she's strangled every tiny flicker of attraction to Lilith she's ever felt)

Smash cut to now they're in the OCS and there's already a strain on the relationship. Lilith is no longer literally the only person who is friends with Bea. She's well-liked and competent and not abrasive like Lilith is. Lilith is, of course, Not Normal about this.

Mary and Shannon in the mix dilute/balance out some of the tension for a time. And then Shannon gets the Halo and Lilith crashes out and alienates herself.

Canon fills in a little more from here. Lilith isolates, Shannon is eventually betrayed and killed, Lilith loses the Halo again because Ava shows up. Lilith dies. Lilith comes back. Bea fucks off to Switzerland. Lilith isolates and goes evil. Ava fucks off through the portal.

Definitely overlapping with my OT3 fic with @nataliving from this point on but I'm interested in what happens with Bea and Lilith after the end of s2. They saw each other through such significant moments, even when they were in opposition to each other. They both went through parallel journeys that ended with them leaving the OCS to pursue something else for themselves. I'd want some relationship study from that point. And also maybe to finally have them makeout in some capacity.

Anyway. Yeah, that's what I'd do lmao

[psy-ren-kai]

Ava: cool i always wanted to know what a stab wound felt like Lilith: Beatrice: Lilith & Beatrice: No.

[explosionshark]

2 for Ava/Lilith or 33 for Beatrice/Lilith for the prompt thing. (I have an agenda, you see.)

2. "I'm just getting comfortable."

33. "Can I ask you something?"

Natalie for you? A twofer. Lord knows I was glad of the extra sentences. (And I still went over 😭)

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There's a sluggish shift against Lilith's back, the sudden weight of a leg slung across her hips that has her immediately jolting awake, tense.

"Calm down," Ava's voice is muzzy with sleep, whisper-soft in the quiet of the bedroom. "I'm just getting comfortable."

Lilith blinks, cranes her neck to look over her shoulder, finds Beatrice sheet-clad in the doorway with a mug of tea and an inscrutably placid expression.

Lilith has never stayed over before, certainty hadn't intended to drift off in their bed at all, and finds herself increasingly embarrassed by the whole thing, unsure of her place despite the coiled ivy grip Ava has around her midsection. But before she can decide how to extricate herself, Beatrice is crossing the threshold towards them, mattress dipping as she curls herself into Ava's back and stretches her arms across them both to press her palms to Lilith's skin, pinning her there with the lightest touch.

"Can I ask you something?" Beatrice asks, voice soft and low, mindful of Ava dozing between them.

Lilith clears her throat and swallows hard, bracing herself for what she's sure will come next: a polite dismissal, cordial but clear. That's quite enough for one night, don't you think?

But when she nods Beatrice hums a pleased note and only says, "Don't run off in the middle of the night this time. Ava's making breakfast."

5ish sentence fic prompts

[lilshotgun]

Lilith didn’t cry. Last she could remember, she hadn’t cried in months. She was really good at pushing down her emotions, really good at putting on a brave face and a dazzling smile.

“Don’t show them how weak you feel.”

It was something she told herself as she took in deep breaths to try and put everything back in its order. Something she whispered as she catalogued her feelings and stored them away for another day.

Lilith was good at that. Repressing.

And then, every couple of months, the files would get too full, the bins would get too heavy. The corners would start to crack. And Lilith would draw into herself.

She would avoid people. She didn’t want her negativity to affect them. She would retreat to the shadows more than usual. She was good at it. Nobody would know what was going on in her brain. She never called out for help. Because who could she rely on but herself?

Then she met Beatrice. Someone very much like her. She saw the woman’s mannerisms. Recognized some of them as things she did herself. And so, the two drew closer to each other, never many words spoken, but so much comfort between the two.

It was that time again. That time when the emotions became too much and Lilith could do nothing but lay there in bed. She clutched her pillow close to her chest. If the pillow could speak, it’d beg to be set free.

In and out. In and out. Her breaths were heavy. Uneven. The frustration within her growing every minute.

“Why am I like this... Why cant I just-“

A soft knocking at the door was heard and moments later the door was opened.

“Lilith?” Beatrice said quietly, only getting a rustle of blankets and a shift in the small bed as an answer.

Beatrice stood besides the bed, tilting her head at the silent question. All Lilith did was scoot over a little bit and Beatrice knew the answer.

She went back to the door and closed it shut, returning moments later after taking off her shoes.

Beatrice crawled into the little bed and scooted close to Lilith, taking the taller woman into her arms and holding her close to her chest just like she knew Lilith needed.

Lilith didn’t cry. But when she did, it was silent. Her body shook as the tears streamed down her face and onto the front of Beatrice’s habit. She wanted so furiously to push Beatrice away but didn’t allow herself to do it. They needed this. She needed this. Tonight she would be raw. Vulnerable. Open and exposed. And tomorrow? Everything would return to normal. At least as normal as things could be.

Lilith didn’t cry.

[lilshotgun]

Lilith abandoned her bed at night often because of nightmares. She would wander aimlessly through Cats’s Cradle’s hallways, not wanting to disturb her sleeping roommate. It had been months now since the two women had shared a dorm room together and so she asked Beatrice one night if she could hold her just for a little bit. At first, Beatrice was very stiff about it all but as time went on, all Lilith had to do was crawl into Bea’s bed and the smaller woman would immediately wrap her arms around her.

Bea’s heart breaks everytime it happened. But she took any moment of physical contact she could from lilith because she didn’t think lilith felt the same way Beatrice did about her and had long ago assumed Lilith asked because they shared a room together.

One night, the nightmares got really bad and Lilith clutched on to Beatrice tighter than she ever had before. Instead of leaving after a while and getting into her own bed like she usually did, Lilith stayed with Beatrice. She was too scared of how much worse the nightmares would be without beatrice holding her. And when they woke up the next morning, Lilith looked at Beatrice and she saw all the love and care in her eyes and oh.

They’re wrapped together, hair loose and flowing around them. And lilith made an impulsive desicion. She had to know. So she leaned up and kissed Beatrice softly on the lips. She was a little bit scared Beatrices would push her away and that would have have been that. no need to dwell on it. But when Bea pulls her in tighter and returns the soft kiss??? Lilith melted right into her arms all over again.

A moment of realization flashes across Lilith’s face. Oh no.

“I- I’m so sorry.“

Lilith knew why Beatrice was here. To save her mortal soul. But after what she did she felt intense guilt. She overstepped her boundaries. She didn’t feel guilty about her feelings towards Beatrice. Her mothers, although a painful memory, were a sure testament to not be ashamed of who you loved. But Beatrice? She had her own things to deal with and Lilith felt guilty.

“I know th-“

Beatrice put her finger over Lilith’s lips stopping the other woman from continuing her sentence. She took a deep breath as she moved her hand to Lilith’s cheek and stroked the loose hairs away from Lilith’s face.

“I’ve done so much thinking these past couple months, and so so much prayer. If loving you is a sin, then call me the the biggest sinner there is.”

Lilith’s eyes were wide. Beatrice said love. Lilith for so long had wanted to tell Beatrice she loved her but she had been beaten to the punch. She was a little upset about that one.

Beatrice was getting a little concerned. Was saying love overstepping? Was it too soon? Too much? Her mind started to spiral until Lilith’s hand ran up her arm.

“I love you too, Beatrice.”

[lilshotgun]

Superpowers and Dreams by @lilshotgun • G • Beatrice/Lilith friendship

Eleven year old Lilith and ten year old Beatrice talk about the superpowers they would have

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