#vanluthor

From one moment to the next Lara found her arms full of Lillian, her face pressed into the taller woman's collar, Lillian's cheek pressing against the top of Lara's head a she curled around her.

"I was so worried," Lillian whispered, her voice low and raw in the way that so often followed tears.

Lara brought her arms up around Lillian in return, making a noise somewhere between a hum of acknowledgement and a soothing hush.

"The others?"

Ship: Vanluthor Lillian gets her wings

y'all need to read @foxx-queen and alittlelesspain’s fic Towards Zero 

this is from the beach scene, with the bathingsuits @foxx-queen imagined them in! 

this is for @foxx-queen my friend and incredible writer!! she founded this ship with a character she largely invented and i love them?!! please please click on the image and zoom in if you can, so you can see little details like lillian’s back freckles 😍

the premise for this pic was that they go to a gala hosted by cat and lillian is insecure wearing a backless dress and lara floats a little in the air so that lillian can rest her head on her shoulder and it makes lillian feel safe and secure and loved and im emo

i just saw the letter in the other ask, so i will do both!!!

j - gd

Astra blinks, and snatches the jumper off the couch and holds it behind her back. Alex stares, genuinely taken aback by how… unlike her that is. It’s more of a Kara characteristic than anything she’s seen Astra do before. Astra swallows, coughs, and says, ‘sorry, I… have been distracted lately’.

‘Yeah, I’ve noticed’. Alex keeps her voice light, tilting her head slightly. ‘You okay?’

Astra shifts from foot to foot, and runs a hand through her hair. ‘Yes. I just… haven’t been sleeping well’.

Alex frowns. ‘You know, you’ve never struck me as someone who leaves clothes everywhere’.

Astra coughs again. ‘I… well, yes. I’m trying something new’.

‘What’s that?’

‘I… mess?’

Alex laughs. ‘I could give you some tips’.

Astra gives her a small, genuine smile, and Alex decides to ignore her feelings of jealousy, at least for a moment. She really does have a nice smile.

v - vanluthor

She's going to die here. She's had the thought more than once in her life, faced with Lionel's rage, with Martine's cruelty. In a sense, she always thought she'd die bleeding out on the floor, whether at Lionel's hands or Martine's, whether in her own home or in Cadmus.

She just didn't think she'd die in a gutter.

And she is going to die here. The hard stones are cold underneath her, the pool of her own blood warm against her fingers. It hurts to breathe, and she’s almost sure he broke a few of her ribs.

She could fumble for her phone, and call for help. It’s just that she has no reason to, anymore. It’s not like that time Lionel left her in a mess of broken glass, and she was afraid that Lena or Lex would come home and find her like that. She had a reason then, to push past the pain and call for help.

She doesn’t, now. Lena isn’t going to stumble upon her. There’s no one waiting for her, or expecting her to come home. There’s… no one.

Indulgent fluff that can be found ~HERE~

Dinner is over and everyone is just soaking in the change to hang out with each other without any universe threatening catastrophies. Lucy decides it is tie to take the first steps in growing closer to a member of this extended chosen family she has found herself in.

Ship: Vanluthor Lillian takes flight