#Camila and Yasmine are plotting

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yeah so like . . . lemme write u a dark plot (apocalypse, crime, horror) starter ✨️ gonna leave a few muses i really want to use lately, but if you prefer someone who isn't under the read more, just im me!!

(!!!) i wanna use them most

BEATRICE DUPONT as : the wannabe ∙ mid 20s ∙ bisexual ∙ professional dancer ∙ faceclaim: nicole wallace. (!!!)

MALLORY SANTOS as : the phoenix ∙ mid 20s ∙ bisexual ∙ verse dependent ∙ faceclaim: camila mendes.

QUINN ABBOTT as : the thrill seeker ∙ mid 20s ∙ bisexual ∙ aspiring painter ∙ faceclaims: madelyn cline, ester exposito.

MARGOT BRENNER (SALAZAR) as : the misguided ∙ early 20s ∙ questioning ∙ lead singer of the jolting dolls ∙ faceclaim: jenna ortega. (!!!)

ROSEMARY ’ ROMY ’ ANTONICH as : the intellect ∙ mid 20s ∙ bisexual ∙ heiress to antonich hotels ∙ faceclaim: jessica alexander.

YASMIN JOHNSON as : the iconoclast ∙ early, mid 20s ∙ bisexual ∙ retail clerk ∙ faceclaims: madison bailey, ashley moore. (!!!)

BEAU SHERMAN as : the trouble maker ∙ mid 20s ∙ pansexual ∙ carpenter ∙ faceclaim: harris dickinson, jacob elordi. (!!!)

CRISTOBAL ROJAS as : the righteous ∙ mid 40s ∙ bisexual ∙ former cop ∙ faceclaim: pedro pascal. (!!!)

LEONARDO ALCANTARA as : the final boy ∙ late 20s∙ pansexual ∙ horror podcaster ∙ faceclaim: danny ramirez. (!!!)

LOGAN INSIGNE as : the wildcard ∙ early 30s ∙ bisexual ∙ adult entertainer / cam boy ∙ faceclaim: drew starkey.

NICOLAS VIDALES as : the philophobic ∙ early 30s ∙ heteroflexible ∙ mob boss’ son ∙ faceclaim: taylor zakhar perez.

[drizzleoftherain]

Liturgia

Chapter 1: La Corriente Que Nace De Esta Fuente

Pairing: Ava Silva & Beatrice

Ao3

Author's note: This story wouldn’t let me live my life so I guess it had to be done. There’s a playlist and a mood-board. I’m tired now and will sleep.

Beatrice would swear upon her death bed that meeting Ava that day was not in any way shape or form a monumental deviation in her life plans.

Had this moment in time been a carefully calculated move? No. This had been simple dumb luck and it horrified her. One moment they were being ignored at dingy small gigs and suddenly they were performing at Lollapalooza. Beatrice couldn’t even begin to understand what 110,000 people looked like. Much less hearing them sing back their music, the songs that she had carefully written and slaved over for years. And here they were, expected to just pretend like that was normal. Like it was just a regular day. She was sure she needed therapy. And a new manager. Definitely a new manager. Lilith needed a haircut. Did they all need haircuts? 

Her mind spiraled. 

All in good time. 

The green room was stuffy and the air felt heavy with anxiety and pre-show jitters that shouldn’t still be happening or at least this intensely. Thoughts went back to that crowd and fear started to bubble again. She looked to her fellow bandmates, each going through their routines, and her lips curved with a small smile that she hoped would calm their nerves. 

They were set to appear as one of two musical guests, not something she recalls happening often, but unavoidable given a last minute scheduling conflict and countless apologies from The Graham Norton Show production team.

They were The Cruciforms, England’s biggest rock band since The Beatles, or she would tell her grandmother that if ever asked. Silly little hobby and all. Their EP had sold inexplicably well, well enough that eyes were on them, many eyes and they had been ill prepared. The amount of attention in itself was difficult to explain, it was as if overnight everything had fallen into place, but not. The music industry was messy, confusing and borderline psychotic. 

“Do you think she’ll be nice?” Camila’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“Who?” 

A unanimous groan stretched throughout the cramped room. 

Right. 

Ava. 

The other musical guest. 

“Do you think we’ll ever get a chance to print our vinyls at the rate she’s going?” Lilith spoke up, hair in her face. She definitely needed thera— wait no she needed a haircut, but also therapy. 

Mary rubbed her forehead knowing full well where the topic was heading. “Don’t start, you’ll just get Beatrice going on a rant again.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can put up with musical statistics and artistic integrity.” Lilith stood from the couch and walked to the heavily lit mirror in an attempt to tame her unruly hair.

Beatrice scoffed, feeling slightly validated by Lilith’s comment. “I mean honestly out of everyone that could have possibly come today and overshadow us it had to be her. Does she even have to do this anymore?”

“Careful, your inner brat is showing.”

“When you’re in the party bum-bum-bumping’ that beat!” Camila sprung up, triggered. 

“Oh God no.”

“That sewer sluts a vibe! 

Internationally recognised!

 I set the tone, it’s my design and it’s stuck in your—”

Beatrice moved as fast as she could. One squeal later and Camila was restrained. She stared up, breathing through her nose as Beatrice’s hands held her mouth shut. The couch underneath them protested with the sudden movement.

“It has been a great year for pop music. I've gone back several months and can safely say we’re finally out of the dark ages that were the early 2010’s.” Yasmine, who had been rather occupied with her phone, spoke up. She was nose deep tracking charts or plotting to take them down. One or the other. Or both. “It’s not all Ava’s fault. Though her tactics are a bit questionable and borderline exploitative.”

“See! Yasmine agrees. She has over-capitalised music and for what. Is it any good? Probably not, just some over-produced crap that will sound dated—aaaaahhh!” Camila bit her. Actually bit her. “You bit me!”

Camila had managed to squeeze her way out of Beatrice’s grasp. “How dare you speak about our lord and saviour like this.”

“She’s clearly only popular because of all the features she has managed to grab.” Beatrice continued her tirade, rubbing her hand in soothing patterns. “That and the radio won’t stop playing her.”

Mary stared at Beatrice, patience clearly gone. “Okay, you’re starting to sound like a Reddit basement dweller. I have heard her albums, they’re great, she’s talented.” Her eyes bore into hers like an older sibling would to a misbehaving little sister. “Is it my cup of tea? No. I don’t drink tea, but I can at least admit she works hard.”

“You said you wouldn’t.” Beatrice wasn’t petulant, but they had agreed not to listen to the top 100, which meant Ava was off limits. Or at least she thought they had all agreed. Clearly Camila was a filthy liar and now Mary too. 

“I’m quite partial to Malamente .” 

“No, Lilith, not you too.”

“What about Bagdad ?” Yasmine perked up, suddenly very interested in the conversation being had. “The interpolation of the choir and Justin Timberlake’s ‘ Cry Me A River ’ is brilliant.”

Beatrice sat defeated. The betrayal. They shared meals together.

She was already thinking of ways to make them suffer during practice. They were only listening to greats from now on or so help her God. They can’t squander it, this opportunity only comes once in a lifetime and they were going to focus. She would plan their listening schedule; Bob Dylan, Bowie, good old Simon & Garfunkel, aaaaaaand she was boring herself. Bananarama…what. Too much. 

Knock- knock knock- knock

“It’s probably Vincent.” Lilith had somehow constructed her hair into a braid, who thought she had it her.

“Useless,” Beatrice muttered, putting some distance between herself and the door. She knew whatever news he was bringing was going to age her in seconds. They truly needed a new manager.

It was Camila who stood to answer.

“ Hi ”

Camila slammed the door shut. The Earth spun just a little faster. 

The girls all stared as she stood perfectly still, back to the door in a state of complete panic. “It’s…it’s…” she stuttered, with full blown realisation. 

“Who is it?”

“Vincent?”

“No.”

“Graham?”

“No.”

“Ava?”

Camilla raised her hands to her mouth and nose nodding slowly, “…yes”.

Mary basically pried her bandmate off the door. “Woman, for crying out loud let your fellow countryperson in.”

The door opened and there she was. Hands behind her back, with a smile that could probably make someone trip on a busy city street. And they were all staring.

Thud

Yasmine’s phone hit the floor and all eyes followed the movement as she scrambled to pick it up. All except for Beatrice who had for a second forgotten herself. An indescribable force. Ava was or looked younger than she was expecting. She wore an oversized white t-shirt tucked into her jeans, hair in a messy bun and no makeup to speak of. Beatrice breathed in once and looked down as if struck, but couldn’t resist a second glance. Brown eyes met hers.

Ava moved forward, awkwardly doing a small wave, “Hi guys…what’s up?”

“The ceiling usually, I mean if there is one, sometimes it could be sky, but I guess…that can also depend on the weather because there’s rain and clouds and pollen and…solar wind patterns can disrupt the Earth’s magnetosphere in a phenomenon we refer to as an Aurora.” Oh no, Yasmine.

Mary nodded along only for a second. “Ava, right? I’m Mary.”

“Hello,” She smiled brightly again, outstretching her hand for Mary to shake. 

“I once had a weird dream after listening to ‘ De Aqui No Sales ’.” Beatrice could see Camilla’s mouth moving but could only hope that she had misheard. 

“Oh?” Ava chuckled, her voice turned oddly raspy with mischief. “What was it about?”

“I don’t know. It involved my dead dog Mauricio and buñuelos.”

“¿Buñuelos? Me encantan.”

“Si, a mi igual,” Camila chuckled with so much admiration.

“This is Camila, she apologises for slamming the door on your face,” Mary said gently, who apparently had taken it upon herself to be the only normal person in the room. And without any prompting began to go around introducing everyone. “That’s Yasmine and her now very broken phone.” Yasmine half smiled half winced. “The one with the sour face over there is Lilith.” A quick salute. “And this is Bea-”

Beatrice doesn’t know what possessed her to walk across the room, but she found herself in front of Ava with a tentative hand outstretched, “Beatrice.” And the indescribable force was back, negating her own will as their eyes met again. Brown. Kind. Cute laugh lines by her eyes when she smiles.

“Beatrice.” Ava repeated dumbly. “Ava.”

Lilith rolled her eyes, “Oh, we know.”

—

“Ohh! Oh that is lovely!” Graham Norton’s voice resonated over the boisterous studio audience as he made his entrance. He waved his hands, “Hello everyone, hello! Good evening. You’re all so welcome to the show. It is Friday night and like your overpowering mother-in-law, I’m back! We’ve got a great line up to finish up the week with not just one but two musical guests. If you look over there singing for us later we have The Cruciforms , Europe’s latest obsession.”

The crowd erupted into delighted cheers as the girls waved back. They were now all wearing matching form fitting black suits with paired high waisted pants. Thin ties adorned their white button ups. 

Yasmine sat behind her drums twirling one of her sticks flawlessly in her left hand, Camila on keys, Mary with a funky bass, Lilith and her guitar remained perfectly still and Beatrice smiled from the center, microphone nearby.

“They’ll be performing their latest single ‘ Stuck ’, but first who are we meeting on my sofa tonight!” Graham spoke enthusiastically as he diverted his attention to the entry leading backstage. “Well this actress has decided to return to familiar shores, and is currently starring in the West End revival of Macbeth, put your hands together for Academy Award winner Olivia Coleman!”

All big smiles as the actress emerged waving at the crowd and giving Graham a warm hug. She took a seat clapping along as the host continued.

“Next up you may know him from this year’s box office hit Dune 2 and upcoming Bob Dylan biopic A Complete Unknown , Mr. Timothée Chalamet!” 

Timothée walked through the opening, small moustache and all. He shook Graham's hand before joining Olivia on the sofa.

“And our final guest needs no introduction. She’s our two time Grammy award winning neighbour, back from her record breaking global tour! Ava!”

The cheers somehow got louder as the audience absolutely lost their minds. Ava practically materialised wearing a long sleeved black Schiaparelli ensemble that resembled a matador chaquetilla vest with gold embellishments. Her hair now in long draping curls framed her perfect face. She glowed as the attention consumed her. Graham walked to meet her halfway giving her a big hug before helping her to the sofa. 

The show went through its finely structured style for a bit as Graham took several moments discussing everyone’s upcoming projects and accomplishments. They joked and spoke, Timothée and Ava already familiar with each other and Olivia just entranced by the overall energy that had taken over the studio.

“Right! It’s time for music. This band had a great year, they’ve already been announced as The Brit Rising Star for next year. Here performing their current single ‘ Stuck ’ it’s The Cruciforms!”

The audience cheered. The lights dimmed. Lilith’s opening notes queued them in. Yasmine followed. And suddenly they were all bouncing along as the lights focused and vamped up the atmosphere. Beatrice kicked her black chucks along with the beat of the song and reached for the standing mic. 

We talk…

Talk ‘til we’re blue in face

The words…

The words don’t resonate

Seasons…

They always seem to stay the same

Holding…on to things we said we would change 

Beatrice sang, her voice coming flawlessly through the studio speakers. She glanced at Camila as she sang into the mic joining her for the chorus, keys bouncing up and down under her fingertips.

I’m stuck, babe 

Stuck with nowhere to go

Because, babe

We’re just taking it slow

It’s overdue oh oh uh oh oh

Make your move oh oh uh oh oh

Stuck, babe

Stuck with nowhere to go

Their song came to an end and the audience cheered.

“There we go!” Graham joined “The Cruciforms, everybody!”

They waved, smiles all around.

“Come on over girls! Leave those instruments there and join us on the sofa.” They followed his direction, Lilith and Mary handing over their instruments to nearby staff members. They walked the curve of the stage over to the interview area as the other guests stood to greet them. “That was fantastic, thank you so so much.” 

Beatrice, the ever stoic leader was first shaking hands with Ava, Timothée and Olivia as Graham introduced all the members by name. The girls followed her lead and quickly everyone was acquainted. 

“That is such an ear-worm, truly fantastic job ladies,” Graham took his seat and everyone else followed suit. 

“Thank you very much.” Beatrice hoped her voice wouldn’t crack and betray just how nervous she was. 

“That single is from your EP, and it’s out now and is a thing of beauty,” He continued the praise leaving all the members shy and bewildered. “How do you all feel after the incredible year you’ve had? ‘ Stuck ’ was the biggest British single of the year.”

Beatrice looked around to her band members as she spoke, “I think we’re all just in a state of shock still, to be perfectly honest. We couldn’t have imagined the amount of traction or how much the song resonated with people.”

The guests nodded along basking in the pure happiness each of the girls was giving off. 

Beatrice had just realised just who she sat next to. Ava’s smile was immense as she listened along. “How did it feel listening to the song on the radio for the first time?” She asked, eyes meeting hers.

“I know this is going to sound absurd because surely band members are with each other every second of every day,” Beatrice chuckled, “but we all heard it at different times.” 

“It was surreal!” Camila added and everyone nodded in agreement.

“I think you have this idea or this hope for so long… I’m sorry I’m not used to this. I’m nervous.” Beatrice hesitated while taking a breath, the audience laughed. 

Ava tapped her leg in encouragement, “No one is.”

Beatrice smiled at the encouragement and continued, “when we all finally heard it together we were in a cab on the way to get dumplings and we almost caused our driver to crash.” 

Everyone laughed again delighted. The show continued with more of the same atmosphere and fun banter between Graham and the guests. They spoke about their upcoming European tour and promotional endeavours for the upcoming album. 

When the show was ready to wrap, Ava stood from her spot next to Beatrice and walked towards the stage, where her guitarist and a percussionist with a cajon waited for her. She sat on the chair between them, her demeanour shifted to a more sullen tone appropriate one. 

The lights dimmed and the flamenco guitar began. 

Qué bien sé yo la fuente 

Que mana y corre

Aunque eeeeeees de noche

Aquella eterna fuente está escondida

Qué bien sé yo donde tiene su manida

Aunque eeeeeees de noche

En esta noche oscura de esta vida

Qué bien sé yo por fe la fuente fría

Aunque es de noche

Aunque es de noche

Aunque es de noche

Music, Beatrice found, always had a way of burying itself down to her bones. She didn’t need to speak the language, she understood the emotion perfectly. And Ava, what could she even be nitpicky about, Ava was delivering every line with so much care and love. In that instance she couldn’t help but chastise herself. She had devalued Ava, just as much as any other popular artist. And for what? To seem knowledgeable and alternative?

The song shifted. The tempo increased, but Ava’s falsettos had merged so perfectly that Beatrice would have just assumed it was the same song until it wasn’t. Ava stood, the light now reflecting the change of mood and the room mutated rather intensely. 

Taggea'o tu nombre en la pared, eh

O El Mal Querer en Times Square, ¿o qué?

Driving speed limit DGT, eh

O quemando rue'a sin carnet, ¿o qué?

Vas a lo suave a lo kitty cat, eh

O muerdes si tienes que morder, ¿o qué?

Muerdes si tienes que morder, eh

Muerdes si tienes que morder

Beatrice looked around to her bandmates, all enthralled with what had just occurred. Camila was practically levitating, and she knew she wouldn’t hear the end of this today. Was Olivia Coleman dancing? Mary’s eyes met hers, see , she could hear her.

A palé, a palé, a palé, a palé

A palé, a palé, a palé, a

A palé, a palé, a palé, a palé

A palé, a palé, a palé, a-a-a

Fuck the greats.

—

“What the fuck was that?” Ava winced, as she was all but pushed back against the wall. The show staff were far enough not to hear or see. Her manager stood in front of her. She was still taller than Ava even in heels. “I thought we had agreed, they’re not ready to hear that. It’s not the right time.”

Ava felt small, but the rage had been building inside her for years, eating away at her. She needed this. A change in her sound had been a long time coming and no amount of begging and hoping was going to accomplish it anymore. Keep your eyes up. She reminded herself. 

“The audience enjoyed it, didn’t they?” Ava squared her shoulders. 

A dry laugh. “A decision like this can derail your entire career.” Her manager ran her hands through her wavy hair, “Who encouraged you?”

Ava shook her head baffled. “You think I needed encouragement? If you truly believe that you clearly haven't been paying attention.”

“I need to call Fermin and get this sorted before it gains any traction.”

“Emilia.”

Emilia turned, phone to her ear. “Hell–”

“We’ll call you back.” Ava's eyes were so intense that she was sure she was about to cry and she knew Emilia knew.

Eyes bore into hers, “Let me make something exceedingly clear to you. You are where you are because of all the hours I’ve devoted to making it happen. Not only do you continue to act like a child every chance you get, you also make no effort to hide it.” This time the shove against the wall was physical. “Who do you think contacts the media to hide all your little “mistakes”. Not to mention the rampant alcoholism that everyone ignores and puts up with.” Tears were beginning to well in Ava’s eyes. “Do you think it’s cute what you’re doing? Do you think it’s funny?” Emilia spoke calmly, completely stone-faced.“How fucking dare you?”

Ava couldn’t bear to raise her gaze to meet Emilia’s.

“Let me predict with 100% certainty what’s about to happen after we leave this building.” Emilia lowered her mouth close to Ava’s left ear, “You’re going to sneak out of your hotel room and you’re going to drink until you black out, and I’m going to find you in your bathtub tomorrow morning feeling sorry for yourself. And then we’ll leave this God forsaken country and never speak about this again.”

A noise from down the hall alerted them immediately. Ava could feel Emilia extracting herself. She gave a small glance in the direction of the noise, but couldn't make out what it was. 

Emilia’s eyes were furious as her gaze returned to Ava. “I’ll let the driver know we’re ready to leave.”

Ava watched as her manager made her way down the hall and into one of the green rooms. The same noise resonated across the hall again. She wiped her face as best she could, turning the corner and without realising, smashing straight into something solid.

Beatrice. 

Vest pocket tangled on the handle of the janitor’s closet. She would laugh if the circumstances weren’t pointing to the fact that she was sure the woman had overheard the exchange. And she knows that face. She sees her assistant make that face all too often.

“Why are you coming out of the closet?” Ava was nothing without her humour after all. 

A beat. Beatrice hesitated, Ava could see her eyes frantically searching for the proper response. “Well…you see I was just trying to find the–”

“The?”

Beatrice made an attempt to form words, but gave up several times. She struggled with the handle again, somehow she had managed to make it go further into her pocket.

Ava chuckled. A full on throaty chuckle. “Here. Let me.” Ava placed her hand on her arm and gently twisted the handle enough that it slipped right out. 

The honey brown eyes danced awkwardly from wall to wall before meeting hers. 

There was a breath and Ava began to understand that this was probably something Beatrice did often before speaking. A learned response she knew all too well. “Are you alright?” Beatrice asked, arms coming to her side. 

She waited for Ava’s response. Strange . Most people would have already walked away from what had just happened. Pretending. Always pretending. “Do you know Claridge’s?” She hoped Beatrice wouldn’t push.

“Do I know Claridge’s?” An inflection on the ‘I’.

“Meet me outside at ten.”

“What? Like, tonight?”

“Ten. tonight.”

Ava turned to leave.

“Ten?”

“Tonight.”

—

Beatrice is not in the habit of meeting up with world famous pop stars outside of bougie hotels, but she was in fact a big fan of a mystery and that’s what Ava was. A person like Ava shouldn't exist. The raw emotion and vocal talent she had just witnessed could not have come out of a five foot tall person that looked like that. 

Like what? Like sunshine? 

She physically shook the thought from her head and glanced down at the watch on her wrist. 

10:14 pm

This had to have been a joke. Why would she have ever thought that something like this could happen to someone like her. The doormen knew it. And she knew it. She didn’t belong and they were definitely going to call the Bobbies. She swiped through her phone a couple of times looking for the train schedule. She had time. She could still walk away without being charged for trespassing.

“Hi.” Beatrice was sure she caught some air. “I’m sorry about the wait, I had to do a bit of Mission Impossible–ling,” Ave smiled way too happy about her own joke. 

“I see.”

She looked at Beatrice for a moment, long enough to be noticed, that is, “You look slick.”

And it wasn’t a usual thing for Beatrice to care about her appearance. Her eyes looked down, suddenly vulnerable. She was wearing houndstooth trousers, slip-on-sneakers, a white cotton shirt and a black coat. And then she looked at Ava who was wearing the same outfit from the green room plus an oversized coat and heels, hair still in curls.

“Thanks.”

Ava began to walk.

Beatrice hesitated for a moment but followed after her. “Wait. Where are we going?”

“Looking for some nightlife.” Ava was quick on her feet, comfortable in her heels as they made their way down the cobblestone street. A feat that Beatrice herself has never been able to maneuver that well.

“A nightlife here? In Mayfair?” The only kind of night life in Mayfair was over expensive single-grape wine from wherever the fuck in France. 

As they walked they passed high end shop windows and luxury vehicles parked on the street. There were a healthy amount of people wandering nearby restaurants and bars, which calmed Beatrice’s nerves. After passing The King’s Head, Ava made a right with no signs of slowing down.

“You seem to know where you’re going.”

Ava slowed, taking pity on her. “I come to London a lot, usually to record.”

“That makes sense.”

“Do you like it here?”

“London? I mean, I was raised here, can’t complain.” Beatrice continued, “What about you?”

“Can’t say I stick around long enough to form an opinion.”

“I can show you around if you’d like sometime.”

Ava giggled, but didn’t look at Beatrice. “Maybe next time I’m in town.”

Beatrice wasn’t sure what it was about Ava that caused her to lose all sense of self. If it were any other Friday night she would be in her flat reading or listening to her latest record find. Only leaving if her bandmates had plans together or to have dinners with her parents. Was it because of who she was? No. Beatrice had already met her fair share of celebrities so this wasn’t that. Plus, she was never one to be around people like Ava. People that shined easily.

They stopped in front of white steps. She looked up at a simple black door with the number 46.

“Are we visiting someone?”

Ava didn’t answer, choosing to climb instead.“When we go in, don't accept anything from anyone. Don’t wander far from me and definitely do not speak to the staff more than required. They will know.”

“Sorry?” Ava knocked and after a few seconds the door was opened by a man in a tailored suit with an earpiece.

“Ms. Silva, good evening.”

“Good evening.” Ava grabbed her hand leading her inside.

 Past the entryway was a long hallway and a set of heavy doors. What the fuck was happening? 

“Good evening Ms. Silva, coats?”

Ava removed her coat, handing it over to a staff member behind the counter, then began to help Beatrice out of hers. 

“Thank you. Enjoy your evening ladies.”

Her hand was grabbed again as they passed through the solid doors. 

The building seemed to suddenly expand, the lights were dimmed and cigar smoke floated up towards strategically placed vents. Several men and women sat around chairs she was sure would cost more than her university education. The brown oak coffee tables held various drinks and if she looked close enough she could see old water marks left behind from years of use. As they made their way down the room she made out rows and rows of people chatting to one another or laughing. The music was jazzy and at a level where easy conversation could be had.

Ava didn’t pay much attention to their surroundings and was headed for the stairs. Her hand felt suddenly very clammy with uncertainty. And as they neared the steps she felt the bass of the music increase. 

Beatrice knew better than to get herself into a situation like this, so, why had a woman she had only met a few hours prior been so powerful. She was almost sure this was turning out to be some weird Ready or Not shit, where rich people kill for sport. And the funny thing was she knew this was how she went. All those years of repression and putting music first, all too be undone by a pretty girl with red lips. Her bandmates were going to kill her for this–well, she’d be dead, but they would definitely come to the wake and roast her.

They took two steps at a time and emerged into what was obviously a club. The lights bounced with the beat of the music as the people inside danced along, not acknowledging anything but the vibe and themselves. The bar stretched across the entire length of the left wall and several tables stood snuggly to the right, both hugging the dance floor. 

Ava walked straight to the bar, finally releasing her hand. Beatrice couldn’t see much apart from the pulsating lights hitting the walls due to how dark it was.

“What will you have?” Ava got close enough to speak into her ear.

“Huh? Sorry I was looking at the architecture.” 

Ava gave her a fond look then turned her attention to the bartender. “We’ll start with shots.”

“Oh, I don’t–I’m not—”

“Just try it. It’s a no pressure shot.”

Beatrice looked from the glass and to Ava. This was not a good idea.

By the time Beatrice had mustered a semblance of courage to even hold the shot Ava was already on her fourth. She watched her expectantly and the indescribable force was back. The liquor went down hard. She could feel it burning all the way down. 

“That was vile!”

“I bet!”

Ava looked at the crowd. The energy was feeding into her. “Dance?”

Beatrice wavered considering her options. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up.” She was hoping Ava wouldn’t question it. And when she didn’t Beatrice sent a small prayer to anyone who was listening. She watched as Ava made her way through the crowd needing no time to synchronise to everyone else.

“Anything else?” The bartender asked impatiently.

“Water, please.”

This was going to be a long night.

She had somehow made it through to Ava, who was now flushed red and perspiring, though it was not something that looked bad on her. She smiled the moment she spotted Beatrice and rushed to put her hands on her hips.

Oh, your gravity, your gravity

Your gravity, I will follow you

Oh, your gravity, your gravity

Your gravity, I will follow you

The bodies next to them bounced and swayed matching the rhythm. 

Head in the stars, I see you everywhere

I could never get away, get away (away)

In a hold, just take me anywhere

And I believe in what you say

—

Beatrice adjusted the body on her back again.

Yup, this had been a terrible idea.

She had only made it down two streets and her ankles were not complying. Ava was essentially dead weight at this point and she could feel a cool kind of liquid on the shoulder where her head rested. 

It was now 3 AM and she was having some major regrets. 

Beatrice wasn’t sure how much alcohol Ava had consumed, she had lost track at some point. She had begged her to have some water, peanuts, anything, but Ava had been hard headed and knew exactly what she was doing.

She bounced her butt up, catching Ava’s thighs again. At least it didn’t look out of place. Plenty of people had stumbled out and they had left a straggler a street behind who kept insisting he was Harry Styles.

Thank God for her sneakers or else this would have looked more like she was pulling a dead body. Oh fuck. Did it look like she was carrying a dead body? Her pace increased out of pure fear. This literally could not be happening right now. She was done for. Ava’s fans would kill her. They wouldn’t even question her. They would tear her apart limb from limb in some sadistic medieval torture session while chanting along to one of their idol’s songs.

She had by some miraculous stroke of luck made it back to Claridge’s. The two doormen from earlier watched her struggle the last few meters to the door.

“Hello there!” She sounded way too excited. 

“Evening,” one of the doormen greeted her unenthusiastically.

“Yes, hi. She–she’s a guest at this hotel and as you can–” she adjusted their bodies. The men looked between them, but showed no signs of letting her through. “As you can see, she is very much asleep.”

“What name is the room booked under?”

“Silva? Ava Silva?”

“There’s no such guest staying with us.”

Of course.

She readjusted Ava again. Hoping for some kind of pity. 

Ava’s hand appeared in front of her face holding a room key. “Oh! Well, there we go then. Excuse us.”

The door was held open long enough for Beatrice to slip inside. 

“You are…weird–weirdly strong,” Ava said a little slurred. 

Beatrice’s sneakers squeaked on the checkered marble flooring. The grand entryway was entirely too opulent for the amount of pain currently coursing through every inch of her body.

 She needed a lift. 

The night attendants watched them closely.

 She heard the distinctive ding and rushed to make it, but the doors closed.

She lowered her face to the console and pressed the up button with her nose. This had to be a new low even for her, which is saying a lot because she NEVER does anything like this. The most she would admit to is staying up all night during record store day and camping outside the vinyl store for hours. It took a few seconds and the other set of doors opened. She slipped inside taking a moment to balance Ava and herself against a wall.

There was a beep and the lift began to rise. 

“Did you just?”

Ava nodded against her shoulder.

When they arrived at the correct floor Beatrice mustered all the strength she had left. She readjusted Ava and in one smooth motion used the wall to push them forward.

“Room?!”

“The–the door on the left,” Ava pointed down the hall.

Her legs were shaking. She needed to run into that room. The door clicked open and she rushed in quickly finding the bed and throwing Ava on it, who bounced a couple of times giggling as if Beatrice hadn’t just carried her for what felt like kilometers. There was definitely going to be murder tonight, and she would accept her fate at the hands of her fanbase.

“How could you be laughing!” Beatrice began, eyebrows cast down, anger suddenly blooming after tonight's events. “How could you just let yourself drink to the point of passing out? What if I hadn’t been there? How would you have gotten back here? Do I need to take you to the hospital? Do you need your stomach pumped?!” Beatrice took a breath. Her face was hot and she was sure, no, she knew, she had pulled one of her calf muscles. 

Ava was sitting upright watching her closely, her face was red, small strands of hair stuck to her forehead. Suddenly, Ava stood with yet another impressive display of heel sportsmanship, discarding her coat in one go and running to the bathroom.

She managed to make it to the toilet before retching and vomiting into it.

“Oh my God–are you okay?” Beatrice wobbled her way into the bathroom. Ava nodded weakly, giving her a thumbs up.“Here, let me pull your hair back.” Beatrice took the hair tie on her wrist, somewhat picking up Ava’s sticky hair off her face. Yup, that was definitely a chunk of something tangled in her hair. Ava’s shoulder shook with a giggle.“You look a mess and you are laughing?!” Beatrice couldn't help it, her shoulder began to shake as well.

They both laughed wholeheartedly or in this case deliriously. And then Ava began to retch again.

“N—” Beatrice could feel it. The need to join. It was all dry, but enough for her body to gag and compulse a bit in solidarity.

Ava threw up again and Beatrice wobbled out needing to get out of there before dry turned into not so dry. She looked around the room looking for a small fridge with hopefully some water inside. It was a miracle at this point that she hadn’t tripped on the amount of clothing littering the floor. The room she found was as chaotic as its inhabitant. 

Score.

She grabbed the sealed bottle and basically hopped on one foot to the bathroom. She kneeled down to where Ava’s head was in the toilet, handing the bottle over. “Please rinse out your mouth. Stomach acid is not good for your teeth.”

Ava did as she was told. She sat back against the bathtub, everything finally catching up to her. 

Beatrice had wandered back into the room, she removed her coat and let herself rest against the bed. Her bandmates were never going to believe her if she ever brought this up. This could not happen again. She wasn’t built for this. She was built for late night doom scrolling and hot cups of tea. This had filled her social quota for the century and in a moment of weakness imagined her life right now in a different reality. She could be a nun, transcribing old texts and doing a bit of bookkeeping. Yup, that she was made for.

The toilet flushed and Ava slowly emerged from the bathroom. She leaned against the door frame, removing a heel at a time.“That was close.” She fiddled with the button of her jeans until she gave up and pulled them down without any warning.

Ava was a terrorist.

Beatrice made no attempt to look away. What would the point have been? Ava had managed to top whatever she did with something else. Silky black underwear. Pfft. “Right. So, I’m going to go now.” She pushed off the bed and shoved her hands in her pant pockets, “I would like to say that it has been great, but it has not.”

Ava pulled the covers and slipped inside without paying her any attention.

Beatrice waited for any kind of reply, but when none came concern took over once again. Ava was lying so still that she could have sworn she had a cardiac episode without any kind of preamble. She stepped closer, lowering her face enough to hear some kind of breath. Soft, hardly there. She could see Ava’s chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm. The person before her now felt so small and fragile, without the carefully crafted mask she had wielded the whole day.

She unconsciously ran a gentle hand down Ava’s cheek, the force pulling her to do it was so strong she didn’t have the strength to fight against it anymore. Ava was okay. She was asleep.

Beatrice grabbed the bottle from where Ava had left it on the bathroom counter and brought it to the night table closest to Ava. With one final look to satisfy her worry she turned to leave, carefully putting her weight on her foot, surprised to find that it felt much better already. She closed the room door lightly behind her and as she reached the lift doors. A noise from down the hall alerted her. The same woman from before, Emilia, emerged from the room opposite of Ava’s. She scanned a keycard against Ava’s door, but before stepping inside, her face turned, making eye contact with Beatrice.

Her face was unreadable and for just a moment Beatrice feared for her life. She looked away, smashing the lift button a couple of more times. She heard the door close down the hall and breathed a sigh of relief as the lift doors closed behind her.

—

Beatrice had hoped that a Sunday morning run followed by a cup of coffee would bring her some kind of peace. The chilly Autumn wind hit her cheeks, turning them pink. She sat outside her favourite coffee shop, which was just a few minutes walk from her flat. The run had filled her body with endorphins and she was currently riding the ‘ nothing is absolutely wrong ’ train. 

The last few days had been a roller coaster and dare she say a shit fest. Vincent was not answering her calls or any of their calls and had apparently disappeared from the face of the Earth. Her emails were out of control with managers, producers, sponsors and basically everyone in the industry that wanted a piece of them.

So this, a simple coffee, she could do for the moment. She wasn’t going to think about what had happened with Ava last night. And she was not going to think about murdering Vincent.

Several undisclosed and heavy shopping bags were deposited on the table in front of her. The sudden action caused her to blink rapidly several times.

A woman stood there observing her closely. She wore brown high waisted pants with a cream turtleneck and an olive coat, “Beatrice Young?”

“…Yes?” She was hesitant to confirm.

“Suzanne De Fanti,” She took a seat across from her.

Why did that name sound so familiar?

She waited for Beatrice to speak, but when no reply came she continued, “I hear that you are in need of a manager.”

“Oh well, that’s— does everyone know that?”

“Yes.” It was direct and Beatrice liked that in a person. “I have taken it upon myself to reach out to several brands that meet the bands general aesthetic or as you young kids call it now ‘vibes’.”

“I can see that.”

“It seems you are a difficult commodity to get a hold of and I am here to facilitate that.”

Realisation suddenly hit her. “You’re THE Suzanne De Fanti? You’re a legend. I thought you retired from management a couple of years ago.”

The woman shrugged. “If I’m being perfectly honest, the industry was a bit stagnant.”

“And you’re back?” 

“I believe so.” She answered, fingers picking at something on her nail. I have plenty of connections and old friends. I assume everything is still exploitative and disruptive.”

Beatrice watched her for a moment. This was probably too good to be true. How does something like this even happen? Also, how did Suzanne even find her? 

“Where are your bandmates? I’d like to meet them so we’re all acquainted.” Suzanne had a way about herself and Beatrice knew to keep a bit of skepticism. 

“That simple then?”

“It can be. I assume you don’t speak for them.”

“No, I do not.” A breath. “What’s in it for you? A return to your former glory?” 

“Don’t misunderstand my offer.” She began, “In my years of doing this I have rarely seen such a reaction towards a musician much less a band. You’ve done well, but that can only take you so far in this industry. You need proper connections and someone with the experience to help you navigate it all.” Suzanne searched her face. “You want to hear the most useful advice I can give you? Quit. Quit now before it hurts. Because it’s going to get a lot more difficult from here on out. Yes, getting attention in itself is a feat, but keeping it? That takes work, and not everyone is built for it. Trust me. I have seen it.”

Beatrice shifted her eyes. The words cut a little too close. “Is that all you think it is for us?”

“No, but the way I see it is, eventually, you forget to think about why you started in the first place. And then the hurt sets in.”

Beatrice doesn’t have a response. She lets the conversation sit between them and thinks. Always thinking. Her bandmates were beginning to show frustrations with Vincent’s lack of initiative, they had been busy and tired, so tired. Suzanne could be the person they needed.

“We have practice in thirty minutes. I can give you the address to the studio we’re renting, you can come see us then.”

“Nearby?”

“Just a few streets from here. I was about to change and head over before…” Beatrice waved her hand around not needing to communicate what had just happened.

“Alright, we go now.” Suzanne stood pointing at the bags, “How fashion savvy are you?”

“I have been trying very hard not to be giddy over the Alexander McQueen logo.”

She smiled in approval. “Well, what are we waiting for?” She grabbed a few bags and left the rest for Beatrice to help with. 

Beatrice thought she was a speedy walker on most days. Growing up in London had ingrained a mad scramble mentality to grab The Tube on busy work days, but this was on another level. Suzanne walked with so much haste that it was like she was running circles around Beatrice and still pulling in ahead and her legs could only take her so far.

“Bea! Beeeeaaaaaaa! BEATRICE!” Camila screamed across the street from them, somehow spotting them on her way to practice.

Suzanne stopped before she did and it took all her self control not to topple over her. 

Camila crossed the avenue, catching up to them. “I can spot those little pigeon ankles from anywhere.” She looked from Beatrice to the stranger, before her eyes caught sight of the bags.

“Camila Delcán”

“Oh…wow that’s scary.” She paused, “Do we know this…very well dressed woman?”

“Hi Camila,” Beatrice greeted her, a fond look on her face. “This is Suzanne De Fanti.”

“The Real Housewives of Napoli?”

“...I don’t…what?”

Suzanne laughed and it was genuine. “Potential new manager,” She extended her hand to Camila who shook it with both hers.

“I have been manifesting this.” She said, way too happy with the possibility. 

Suzanne handed the remaining bags to Camila, “Grab these will you, I need to make a phone call.” She pulled a phone from her purse and pressed the screen exactly once. “Lead the way ladies.”

And they were off again. Beatrice didn’t know what had possessed her, but somehow she was walking faster, eager to meet the rest of her bandmates. Camila kept pace next to her, she was hopping. They turned a corner and headed towards a three story building. Once inside they called for the lift and turned to look at Suzanne who had hung up and was taking in her sights.

“This won't do.”

“It was all we could afford and we’re still under contract.”

The lift arrived, doors grinded struggling to open.

“Stairs?”

“To our left but the lights have been out since August and the neighborhood teens hang out in there.” Camila offered, already stepping onto the lift alongside Beatrice. “I once found a boobless Barbie doll, it was so strange.”

“Hmm.”

They were all crammed in the small space as the sorry excuse for lift ascended. The metal rattled and further protested as the bass from the levels above amplified aggressive sounding drums and guitars. Beatrice and Camila looked at each other with concern as the lift’s door slowly opened to reveal the saddest looking loft imaginable. 

The three occupants inside continued their session. Lilith fiercely sing-screaming into the microphone while strumming her guitar. Mary casually just jamming with her bass and Yasmine too distracted on the drums to notice that anyone had arrived.

Wake up, wake up, wake up

We are appalling and we need to stop just watching shit in bed

And I know it sounds boring and we like things that are funny

But we need to get this in our fucking heads

The economy's a goner, republic's a banana, ignore it if you wanna

Suzanne looked around, slightly concerned with the safety of the loft as the walls shook and dust particles fell off the ceiling. The studio equipment was prehistoric and to be perfectly honest half of it didn’t even work anymore. There was a small couch by the wall behind the control booth and copious amounts of carpets. 

I don't like going outside, so bring me everything here

HEY! 

WOO!

YEA!

Mary was the first to notice their new guests, she gave Beatrice and Camila a small wave before walking towards the amps and shutting off their power. It took a few seconds for Lilith and Yasmine to realise what had occurred. 

“Guys! We have a new manager!” Camila shouted excitedly on her way to her bandmates.

“No…wait Camila,” Beatrice called out after her.

“New manager? I don’t remember us having a democratic vote about this? Beatrice?” Mary was always on top of everything.

“Suzanne De Fanti,” The older woman reached out for a handshake.

“Oh shit? It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Mary,” Mary shook her hand without hesitation.

“I know.”

Lilith and Yasmine now joined the rest.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Beatrice raised her eyebrow towards Lilith.

“I vote yes.”

“We should think about this together.”

“No, I’m done waiting around,” Lilith answered back unfazed. “I’m well aware of who she is and what she is capable of.”

“And I’m well aware of who you are and what you’re capable of.” Suzanne smiled. “Your mother and I ran around the same circles years ago, I’m glad to see that she wasn’t wrong about you.”

The girls all stood in silence.

“Yes”

“YES!”

“Yea”

“I like her very much,” Yasmine spoke last.

“That settles it then.” Suzanne crossed her arms, looking at them a little too close for comfort. “Haircuts, clothes, studio, and Levy.”

“Levy?” Beatrice asked, confused.

“Yasmin, I require information of all that has happened this year and leading up to it.” Their new manager continued, not bothering to answer, “I’ve been following along but I need to know what the media doesn’t know.”

“I’m on it. I’ve kept a spreadsheet of all our exploits thus far.”

Camila’s eyes bulged. “What! What exploits?”

 The lift doors opened just as weakly as before.

“Uh, so I was just verbally assaulted by a very off-brand Billie Eilish outside.” The man walked towards them. He was impeccably dressed, coat outlining his shoulders perfectly. 

Suzanne smirked. “Girls, this is Levy.”

Camila bounced in place. “Can we keep him?”

—

One Month Later

“I thought I already told you to stop biting your cuticles, you look like a sneaky little rodent,” Levy leaned over and whispered-yelled rather roughly into her ear.

Beatrice was so close so so very close to ending his life. 

A model squeezed between them scrabbling towards her fitting assistant. 

Beatrice’s nails came back to her mouth. 

How Suzanne figured out she used to do ballet was a mystery to her. She had never referenced it in any interview, heck, her bandmates didn’t know. Well, except for Camila, but she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t, right? Why, Yes, Suzanne I love fashion. Please put me on a runway show, it’ll be great for the group's image and reachability. And sure, Suzanne had been skeptical about her abilities, but a few contacts later and a runway coach from hell had prepared her to do just one outfit. She could do this. It was just walking. She walked all the time in straight lines, and not so straight lines. Plus, she had great stamina. 

Levy swatted her hand away. 

She glanced around the massive room around her. Everyone was running around like a bunch of headless chickens. Photographers, hair stylists, makeup artists, assistants of assistants, models in various stages of undress and Levy. The lights were so bright that she was sure it would leave an impression in her corneas. Everyone was yelling and somehow it was the weirdest dance she had ever experienced. Everything was somehow going according to plan.

She found a bit of wall to lean on and it lasted exactly one second before Levy pulled her off it. “You’re going to crease it! And I am not about to be impaled by Sarah Burton.”

“You try standing on these!”

“I would willingly sell my left nipple to do so.”

Admittedly, the dress and heels she was wearing were beautiful, but she would not give him the satisfaction of enjoying this one bit. The embroidered black lace hugged her torso perfectly, which flowed until it hit silk that further became undone with fine brushed textures. She was about to politely scream like a banshee and truly personify the dress she was wearing. 

Levy walked off to answer his phone. Beatrice was certain it was Suzanne asking how she was doing. And by the look on his face, he was not being very kind. She would give him an earful once he came back.

Everyone around them burst into cheers suddenly, even the models engrossed in conversation stopped to look over. A few photographers rushed forward snapping pictures as the person walked to the enormous wall that was the entrance to the catwalk. The person must be the musical number that was meant to close the show. There was a break in the crowd and Beatrice could only stare a little slack jawed. 

Ava. 

It was Ava. 

Her hair had been cut straight across her shoulders in a clean bob. She had fierce eye makeup just like Beatrice’s and wore a dress that resembled one of the earlier looks. With cascading translucent white silk chiffon that stopped just a bit past her bottom with beautiful sunray pleats. She nodded a few times to the assistants nearby as they handed her a microphone and put in her in-ears. The music shifted and Ava stepped onto the runway.

“Beatrice!” Levy was urgently trying to get her attention.

She saw the closing looks coming together in order. The stage assistant ran frantically towards her. “Remember. Do it just like earlier during practice. Follow 41. Remember the cameras are mainly positioned at the front.” She wasn’t much younger than Beatrice. “Once you’re back, be ready to head back out to close the show with the rest of the models.”

Ava’s voice echoed inside.

She nodded, purely by instinct as she was pulled towards 41. 

Me da miedo cuando sales

Sonriendo pa' la calle

Porque todos pueden ver

Los hoyuelitos que te salen

She and 41 were about to become so intimate.

41 stepped through onto the runway and a hand was held in front of her. Once that hand was down it was go time. There was no more deliberation. She focused on Ava’s voice. The arm came down and she was off.

 She had practiced with the lights on before. She knew how intense they would be, but nothing could have prepared her for the amount of eyes that were currently on her. On either side of the runway were rows upon rows of the fashion elite. All taking notes in order to be the front page article the moment the show was over. The flash of photographers set her on edge momentarily as she navigated the now very foggy catwalk. She spotted Suzanne sitting to her left, who gave a quick nod, but nothing more.

Cuando sales por la puerta

Pienso que no vuelves nunca

Y si no te agarro fuerte

Siento que será mi culpa

Ava must have noticed her somehow because she made eye contact and stumbled with her words for a second. She walked past, head forward. She was almost there, almost finished. The photographer's flashes intensified as she made it to the end of the runway giving them a quick pose.

Pienso en tu mirá, tu mirá clavá es una bala en el pecho

Pienso en tu mirá, tu mirá clavá es una bala en el pecho

Pienso en tu mirá, tu mirá clavá es una bala en el pecho

Ava sang into her microphone, her powerful voice coming through perfectly. They made eye contact again. Beatrice’s stomach jumped. Huh . That was definitely new territory.

The walk backstage was even faster.

She made it, careful to stand out of the way for the final looks to come through. Levy waved frantically, his smile genuine. The models around her began to line up for the closing parade and she followed suit. 

Once they were all ready the stage assistant lowered her arm and they all walked out to the runway. The feeling was indescribable, she was riding on the world's weirdest high right now. She was equal parts delirious and beyond elated. 41 had saved her life and she was eternally grateful. 

As she made her way back from the photographers she gave Suzanne a huge smile and then it was over. Sarah Burton walked past her eager to take her bows as the audience clapped enthusiastically. 

Levy crushed her in a big hug. “I was rooting for you the whole time, didn’t doubt you for a second!” 

“I feel really really lightheaded right now.” She leaned back against a table, dress be damned. She needed something to ground her. All of that stress for maybe 5 minutes of having to do it.

Everyone around her was celebrating how great the show had turned out. Some models weren’t even fazed, already taking their makeup off and pulling at their hairs, the assistants around them helping them out of their outfits.

Without meaning to her eyes sought Ava in the crowd. Something that she should have been more careful about because as soon as she found her she saw more than she bargained for. And sure this was a fashion show and she had spent the majority of the day seeing the human anatomy in ways she hadn’t before. One of Ava’s assistants helped her out of her dress while the other one held another outfit. It was quick. She could have missed it if she looked away, but her heart began to palpitate. 

Ava’s eyes met hers and held her gaze. It was seconds, but it felt like an eternity and she had the audacity to wink in her direction.

The second assistant slid the dress on causing their gaze to shatter.

Oh God, can you make my heart stop?

Hit me with your kill shot, baby

I mean it so serious

God, can you make my heart stop?

Honey, with your kill shot, baby

I mean it so serious

[trickarrows-bishop]

camila: the one that wants to commit the crimes lilith: the one that helps camila get away with the crimes yasmine: the one that's anxious about the crimes

i would watch 200 episodes of a show with them three and the plot is just this.

[stars-in-our-oceans]

Scroll past if you dont wanna read my incoherent rambling while brainstorming the FUCK outta this fic

Avatrice au prompt that I also wanna write lol TM TM TM TM TM TM MOTHERFUCKERS

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Beatrice is a sculpture amongst five artist who were selected to go through a paid internship (paid internships amirite) at the louvre. This internship would allow artist to push their creative bounds outside of all the boxes that may have constricted them in their daily lives.

When they all finished their pieces their predecessors would pick and choose which pieces were “worthy” of being apart of the museum's modern artist showing. Each of the artist who were selected had only a year to finish all of their pieces, but Beatrice finished hers in under 8 months.

Mostly due to the fact that she would stay working until the sunrise because she was a perfectionist but also... she was passionate.

However so was Ava once upon a time, but now all he can do is sit and watch through the lifeless eyes of a statue... [BANGER]

Or

Ava can only sit and watch Beatrice work through one of the paintings in the museum

- So maybe… Sister Francis who’s like the wicked witch, cursed Ava to watch her life pass her by (kinda like an continuation for her time spent in the orphanage as a paraplegic) so like being trapped in a painting/statue, was sister Francis’ way of “sparing her from death.” THIS CAN STILL APPLY IF I PLAN ACCORDINGLY ND SWITCH UP SOME THINGS BEAR (haha pun , im so funny iykyk) WITH ME

- WAIT SO LIKE WHAT IF AVA STILL HAS THE HALO JAMMED IN HER BACK AFTER HAVING ALREADY BEEN KILLED BY SIS FRANCIS (WHICH SISTER KNEW THIS BUT USED HER TO HIDE THE ARTIFACT IN THE PAINTING/SCULPTURE ALONG WITH AVA WITHOUT REALIZING THAT IT WOULD RESURRECT HER LOL) this is kinda contradictory lol

- I was also thinking whichever pieces Ava is “trapped” in or “bound” to, belonged to one of the predecessors that was also selected at one point just like Beatrice. Which obviously makes this person very likely to have had something to do with what happened to Ava. I mean technically the predecessor could have smth to do with what happened to Ava, like this person worked with sister Francis and made the sculpture so she would have somewhere to hide the halo (not anticipating a entire human being apart of the equation but ya know life or whatever 👁️👄👁️)

- Beatrice however does end up finding out about Ava’s situation (SOMEHOW) Beatrice probably things its just sleep deprivation when she sees a singular teardrop fall from the eyes of the statue or like fucking uhhhh???

- Beatrice then is somehow convinced later on that she can break the curse (bc Ava’s smart ass would definitely find a way to fuck w bea) so bea maybe finds out about the existence of another witch (Lilith) to help her break the curse, if shes will lol

- the part im having trouble with is incorporating Lilith into the story because odds are bea doesn’t know about the supernatural 🤩 so like the FUCK would she seek out a random witch for???? Uhhhhh mayhaps Lilith senses the halos energy AFTER it activates and goes to investigate in the museum but also figured thatd draw too much attention, so she finds a way to get a job there.. which is how she comes across BEATRICE HUZZAH 🎉 YALL I JUST FIGURED OUT MY OWN PLOT HOLE IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE TO YALL BUT HELL

- Also, Camila, Yasmin, Mary, Shannon, along with Beatrice are the candidates for the internship. (Camila and Beatrice are roommates) (Shannon and Mary are married and roommates WHAT ARE THE ODDS!!?!??) and YASMINE UHHH lives nearby (bc the internship also paid for housing, and Yasmin didn’t really require the housing still determining whether or not she is a nun)

- so Shannon and Mary were never nuns nor part of the convent, Beatrice is a reformed nun who decided art was more important than her vows (slay sister artist), Camila was getting her masters in cyber security but had always felt her true calling was art and saw this opportunity and took it, and yea I guess Yasmin is still a nun in this au but like of the more chill variety (so in terms of where she stays which is the convent, she was able to get lucky enough to commute back n forth to the museum due to the short distance)

- also Camila decided to either stay late with Beatrice one night/come pick bea up and witnesses the weird aforementioned thing Ava does in the sculpture or painting after being revived by the halo and unlike ya know screaming when she awoke 🥹😖 (god this is somehow sadder than the actual storyline wth imo) she has to silently cry instead out of the sculpture LIKE IN THAT ONE SCENE IN THE SHOW OMFG YOU KNOW THE ONE WHEN AVA AND MARY SLEEP IN THE CHURCH IN THAT ONE TOWN YEAH

- okay… so it is 5am but I am sticking with the sculpture idea bc the fucking teardrop sounds cool lollll like bea sees it, wipes her eyes blinking hard, and Camila is just like 🧍🏻”ayo they done sprung a leak in here???” BUT THIS TIME IT AINT A FUCKING LEAK YO WHAT??!??? CRAZY!???!?

- also yea Lilith DEF a security guard (so she has clearance to being in the museum late at night idc if thats not how it is irl this will be biblically accurate information in my au) and that is how she comes across bea and Camila (ooh woo *winks*) bc you already know im going to have Beatrice use Camila as leverage to steal Lilith’s heart so they can help get Ava outta the sculpture (also Camila and bea are allowed to stay late too yea yea bc they sectioned off apart of the museum for them to work where Ava’s sculpture happened to be hehehe, im scheming, gay scheming, if I may HEHEHEE)

- so like idk what else to add currently bc if el halo is still in Ava’s back when she gets out of the sculpture then she can magically walk again but like not immediately (bc like after she gets out bea, Camila, and Lilith too lol bc she will be the witchy bestie chasing after Camila like a lost puppy , ANYWAYS they realize that they cant just take a freaked out, unstable, Ava to the hospital w/o questions arising bc in this she was declared “missing” from the orphanage, ANYWAYS X2 Sorry I have adhd unmedicated, they take Ava back to bea and cam’s apartment nd call Shannon and Mary bc Mary is a nurse (we love a multi tasking queen) who helps alba and what not. Mary and Shannon come to find out what happened, but also bea and cam let ava stay “secretly” in their apartment so they can figure out wtf to do from there)

- nd like tbh i dont wanna make huge conflict bc ava already been hurt enough but after she gets out of the sculpture she gets to know bea and all that cute shit and gets to experience the life she missed out on, but that would create a plot hole bc if Lilith can sense the halo that means Francis can too (so who knows ava may find out the halo gives her powers and kills Francis by “accident” in this timeline too HAHAH) so maybe Francis sends the predecessor who created the sculpture only to find it shattered

I know this is getting away from the internship aspect of the story (im trying to be consistent bc like bea, cam, and Lilith needed to have a reason to be in the museum that late at night but like if they all worked there thatd be BORING so im improvising but THIS IS JUST BRAINSTORMING) and also kinda overshadowing yasmin (so as much as I love her she may just be a far removed side character reeeee)

- ANOTHA ONE, OKAY SO LIKE WHAT IF BEATRICE FOR SOME UNGODLY REASON HAS A NECKLACE THAT HAS DIVINIUM IN IT STARTS GLOWING AFTER AVA WAKES UP ANYTIME BEA IS NEAR THE SCULPTURE REEEEEEEE (yall the smile on my face bc I feel like I’ve cracked another code, or you could say YOU COULD SAY IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS)

- also like what if mommy- sorry mother 🥸 superion was like the person who overlooked their progress on their pieces, obviously bea is way ahead of everyone else, overachieving bichass [endearingly] 🙄 , but yea LOL

FUCK OKAY TIME TO PUT THIS IN A DOC BC MY HEAD HURTS STARING AT THIS WHITE SCREEN

[quinntamsin]

Sitting on the sidelines, she watched the Firstborn Followers of the Fallen hand out pamphlets. Her eyesight noted how their eyes held no real life, and only dark malice. Possessed walking the streets and acting like Jehovah Witness'. This isn't good. VERY BAD! Saoirse crept along the edge of the alley, her eyes firm on the men as they disappeared into a strange temple. Opening her phone she snapped a picture, the strange bladed cross of Adriel sat atop it. "These fucks just moved into my home, is anyone dealing with them?" --- SPOILERS AHEAD! YES, Warrior Nun Season 2 came out and I binged it like the basic thirsty bitch I AM! Please note, I have a lot of solid criticism for this series and a lot of love for it. Please be aware, this TV Series is a strict departure from the kind of hypersexualized work of Ben Dunn, "Warrior Nun Areala". In that world, the Halo doesn't exist in the same way that the Nun in question (Shannon) is a reincarnation of the original Nun, Areala. In this story, Arela is a former pagan Valkyrie comes to serve the church. There's a lot more magick and devils in this story and not as much multiplanar science. First, I want to say that as we enter this season, Ava was her usual irritating self. I mean the girl was basically abused and killed for being disable as an orphan. Remember, she was treated as completely useless and was poisoned to death via an overdose. So when she got the Halo she went hogwild with all the power and ability to you know -walk.-. By now she's still being her reckless self, and starts to actually mature. The breakout of this particular season to me were Beatric, Superion and Camila. Yeah, when we finally get Yasmine into the mix I like how we have a Coptic Nun (who decided to drop a few drags on the British Colonization of Egypt) join the crew. The Ugly Adriel is one of the MOST abhorrently plot armor-filled villain I've seen since I watched WIthout a Trace. Seriously, that godkin should have been killed so many times and the fact he could figure shit out was just stupid. Near the end we got a good example of his power, but honestly these fights felt more like needless tension raising rather than threats. This is where seeing him doing more than offhanded plagues would have been kind of great. As you know, maybe a scene where he stares down a tank, or I dunno ends a war. Like seriously, I mean I get the catholic influences in this show. But there is far too much plot armor propping up the Firstborn, especially with how they treated Lillith. Oh, gods don't get me started on FUCKING LILLITH! Second, Lillith literally murders an entire crowd of the Firstborn fucks and then turns to the man later on. She breaks away after hearing of Mary's death and just -gives- up? Like I get that her mother is shitty and that we're trying to tie her to the demon in the comics (who is a villain daughter of the OG Lillith), but wasted arc. Seeing her as more of a neutral party rather than a simp for Adriel would have been awesome. Since she was already a pretty solid anti-heroine backstory since Season 1. So basically, the story here is just kind of filled with a lot of stakes and at times needless extension. Adriel spends most of the time being a fucking mouthpiece of his own rhetoric and his followers are mooks. The few who reveal themselves at the Conclave was nice touch. Finally, god Miguel was kind of cool, but he was basically a bomb sent by a god. That was his story, sure he introduce the anti-Adriel resistance, but his entire arc was just kind of blah. The Good Fuck, Beatrice is filled with such fucking useless lesbian energy. The entire build up is done in such a way, that I was honestly angry with Ava a lot. But, honestly, Ava is nice to have as a bi/pan figure as well. I had a lot of gay thoughts popping away, but I like Avatrice as a couple. Yeah, in the original season it seemed there was more chemistry with Mary. How she appeared to love Shannon though build up this relationship which seems to coalesce out of the Halo-Bearers with their sisters. Now, there is something to be said for how well acted Beatrice as a big sister is to Camila. What we see here though is the need to protect and care for someone in a supporting and romantic manner. Mary and Beatrice have a strong bond with the Warrior Nun. As Warrior Sisters they stand as a sort of right-hand and as a defender. Yes, the Halo Bearer's have vast supernatural powers, but they need someone to watch their back. This is made even more evident as it was Beatrice in Season 1 who conducted Ava's training. Being together in isolation after the awakening of Adriel and the bombing at the Vatican likely increased their dependence on one another. Her frustration and how she expresses it with Miguel's appearance and joining the team was well acted. Hell, I was so fucking happy when they kissed by the end! The End This series is not nearly as bad as Cursed, which was a -very fucking bad- fantasy series. One that had a bit of potential which ended up wasted! Because, we can't have Arthurian stuff that is kind of okay these days! Now that said, the CGI in this series is still pretty janky. Like, I feel like if Shadow & Bone or even Witcher can get an upgraded so can Warrior Nun. Now this was a series I wasn't sure was going to get renewed. I watched it when Summer 2020 came before I made my big watch of the first Saga's of One Piece. So when I saw a new season I was pleasantly surprised. I do find it really funny that netflix seems intent on placating the Queers with tossing us a bone of a few solid LGBT filled series. While still supporting trash human beings like I dunno, David Chapelle? Who the fuck knows in this case. I was happy to watch this series, and when Adriel was torn apart all I could say was "Took way too damn long!" Hottakes: I watched this series at the end of a long day and in between assistance my sibling with her baby. Plus, I had my teeth drilled because of a cavity so I was pretty damn high as balls. I spent more time analyzing the series and think it over the night after I watched it. So sadly unlike the rest of my reviews I don't have any really hottakes for this one. I will say I want to see some good fics using this verse for you know, better writing!

[inlovewithfairies]

My heart craves mother superion cradling camila close after reunited when she thought she died, grasping her closer and tight; camila being over protective of her after learning she did in fact die, and making a plot with Yasmine so she is never out of their sight

I need ava to be safe and back well for reasons but also so we can have a talk focused on something like they are chatting around a table with tea and they go like:

Ava: yeah, and then after Lilith threw me past half the roof of the city's buildings I came back and Mother Superion was on the floor, bleeding and the halo brought her back

Or maybe it's Sister Dora? I love her btw, she is talking with another sister, telling her how these sisters are hardcore and Camila over hears

And then she just stays petrified body beginning to shake slightly from the panic, Bea appears by her side and asks what's wrong and Camila's unfazed eyes look up at her and then to Dora, so does Bea and Sister Dora swears like hell and begins to apologize but Camila is still shaking and tearing up and there is this little pile of sisters trying to calm down Camila cos that's their squirrel, she can't be sad. And mother superion finds the commotion and asks What's going on? And Camila, without even looking up at her just launches at her and her arms circled around ms, face pressed against her shoulder, ms just look down at her and up at the others, cradling the sobbing mess of curls closer to her

And sister Dora just kind of whispers that she might had over heard her telling the other sister that she had died, because ms tends to be scary, but her full on protective mode makes u wanna be swallowed by the earth

[wubbadubbatub]

Well here are my predictions for s3 of warrior nun or more like things I want to see happen and even if warrior nun doesn't get cancelled.(fingers crossed) this is by all means my opinion and honestly it's just what I want to happen.

Reya is evil, we dont find out til 3 episodes in or for the first half we are oblivious. Ava goes full out in support of her kicking ass and taking names in the name of reya. Bea get word that Ava is back and she comes back we get domestic avatrice, and dating avatrice for the first half of s3 and its beautiful.

For the remaining half, someone in the group(yasmine, Camila, Dora, vincent,or mother superior) finds out some how reya is not good and has been manipulating the group to do her bidding against her enemies.(who are the real good guys) Ava who is on team reya fully either rejects or is in denial that reya could have sinister motives which splits her off from the group.(not including bea ) and she goes off completing missions w bea by her side, since Beatrice refuses to leave her side resulting in angst and bea trying to make Ava see that reya isnt who she is making herself out to be. The arguments get more intense as the second half of s3 goes on until Ava does something in reya's name, that is questionable to both Ava and Beatrice and Beatrice ends up leaving Ava and joining the other group w the pure intent to make Ava see how wrong she is. Ava, is alone and guilt ridden over the questionable thing she has done and begins to doubt reya, but continues her goals cause she is close to the endgame. Believing what she is doing is saving the world again and she is selfless at this point. During this time the group finds out undeniable evidence of reya's sinister motives and are chasing Ava around trying to show her the proof. Which leads them to the final battle which involves the group versus ava. The battle is brutal and Ava is broken because she has to hurt her friends. The last straw being a 1 on 1 fight w Beatrices which ava not being able to land the final blow to bea throws down her sword in defeat and in tears tells beatrices she can't do it then resulting in her and Beatrice having an embrace and intimate moment. Where Beatrice finally tells her or shows her the proof of reya's wrongdoings and Ava being tired and broken just nods her head finally accepting that she has been on the wrong side this whole time. The group reunites and it's all tossed up in the air as to the finale moments of s3

Also idk about lilith because she is a freaking wildcard when it comes to the plot shes just so out there and unpredictable. Also I can see dr.salvius going against reya straight out the bat and being the first halves villain(the whole group versus dr. Salvius) and ava being a psuedo villian for the second halve for her support for reya(the whole group + dr.salvius versus Ava/reya) also I wanna see ava learn to have full control, and have access to the halo's full potential to make a truly unbeatable threat it is possible cause idk how long shes gonna in the other side and 7.8 seconds on earth is hrs in the other side so she could be on the other side for what could be yrs compared to the days on earth she was missing fully making her support for reya also believable since reya could heal her and teach the halo's full potential ALSO SHOW ME MORE OF THE OTHER SIDE I WANNA SEE IT DAMN IT. ok thank you for sticking to my complete warrior nun rant if you read all the way up to here.

[escapistfantasymanual]

What are some good-for-fic-exploration places you picked up on in WNS2?

HELLO FRIEND (hi) you are sweet for asking this, here's a rambling list, not necessarily all from WN s2

I feel like we aren't talking enough about the fact that in order to show those nuns how to make a TikTok, Camila has presumably made TikToks before, what is she posting???

where does Jillian/Arq Tech go after the events of this season?

what does Michael's funeral look like? and Mary's?

how does the OCS coordinate the care, cleaning, and burial of their fallen globally?

we still don't have a lot of background on - well, anybody, but today I was remembering Sister Frances' line in s1 where she says "[Ava] will burn like those who spawned her" which is probably one of those lines you get in a pilot where they want to plant the seeds for potential plot lines, and it's one that got discarded/never picked up, but I still wanna imagine where that could have gone

everything with Lilith's arc!!! (I had a lot of fun with this)

why the OCS just. did not think to factor Lilith into their plans despite her popping up to annoy them/foil their plans more than once before the Big Battle

what if, when Avatrice kiss and Ava raises her hand to Bea's cheek, Bea seizes the opening and succeeds in placing the crown of thorns on Ava's head?

the sword glowing, of course, I can think of two general return scenarios and wrote one already, second one tbd

what is Yasmine's order like? is she the only member, has the order declined? do they have protocols in place that say, "Adriel's defeated! we no longer exist. be free"? because if she's already part of a religious order, how can she join the OCS??

LOLOLOL all of the "our previous emissary" and the "wait. does this--does this mean Jesus was...?" stuff, including the "our" in Adriel's statement AND the fact that if beings like him can only(?) be destroyed by tarasks or Reya, presumably, then. is WN!Jesus still around in a tomb of his own somewhere??? was he actually killed, and if so, was it by humans and if SO where did that knowledge go??

also would like to poke at Adriel's grandiose claim that he's the reason the Church amassed so much power. dude this world's christianity existed before you landed in the middle of Areala's battle

tattoo artist for the Firstborn

ALSO poke at the name of the Firstborn and the fact that they were helping 'pray in' the plagues - presumably they're named for the firstborn who survive the last plague??

was Vincent the only one who developed a connection with Adriel before Adriel's release? how did Vincent get those tattoos? actually if divinium is what can defeat the wraiths I'm surprised they didn't tattoo like, all the sisters of the OCS -- actually I just have so many questions about the logic of divinium

Mother Superion looking into the mirror and seeing her face without a scar for the first time in years; Mother Superion walking without her cane/making a decision whether to keep it

what's the Samaritans' deal? what was Michael's journey before finding Ava and Bea? how did he get here from the other side?

and many other places besides, this is all in addition to the ground-level, constant urge I have to extrapolate from the OCS out to the weird Catholicism of the world they live in, in order to make things make sense

(these are also not necessarily all good launching pads for fics, though I do think that any one of these questions could supplement an existing idea/plot/structure/trope!)

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮’𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗰𝘀 ✷ 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝘽𝘽𝘾 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨

Name: Marcia Lennon

Species: Ghost

Death Decade: 1970s

Fic: Peace, Love, and Pining

Love Interest: Thomas Thorne

Faceclaim: Elle Fanning

𝗕𝗕𝗖 𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻

Name: Caelia Hartley (Adopted from @eddys-plot-shop)

Fic: The Whispering Grove 

Love Interest: Merlin

Faceclaim: Danielle Galligan

𝘽𝙞𝙜 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙝

Name: Solana Corzo

Fic: Radio Romance

Love Interest: Carlos García

Faceclaim: Bebe Wood

𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻

Name: Delia Hathaway

Fic: Gone with the Wallflower

Love Interest: Colin Bridgerton

Faceclaim: Mia McKenna-Bruce

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘆’𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀

Name: Miranda Madrigal

Parents: Mirabel Madrigal

Fic: Butterflies

Love Interest: Evie Grimhilde

Faceclaim: Rachel Zegler

Name: Matthew Poppins

Parents: Mary Poppins & Bert

Fic: Practically Perfect

Love Interest: Carlos De Vil

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Name: Kimberley Bjorgman

Parents: King Kristoff & Queen Anna of Arendelle

Fic: Love Is an Open Door

Love Interest: Mal Bertha

Faceclaim: Liana Liberato

Name: Cookie Cheshire

Parents: Cheshire Cat

Fic: Mad World

Love Interest: Lonnie Shang

Faceclaim: Emma Corrin

Name: Roland Hood

Parents: Robin Hood & Maid Marian

Fic: Prince of Thieves

Love Interest: Jay

Faceclaim: George MacKay

Name: Mabel Darling

Parents: Michael Darling

Fic: Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust

Love Interest: Jane Godmother

Faceclaim: Ruby Stokes

Name: Eleanor Amora

Parents: The Enchantress

Fic: Evermore

Love Interest: Ben Beast

Faceclaim: Maude Apatow

Name: Pepper Rose

Parents: King Phillip & Queen Aurora

Fic: Once Upon A Dream

Love Interest: Clementine Charming {OC}

Faceclaim: Marissa Bode

Name: Clementine Charming

Parents: King Charming & Queen Cinderella

Fic: Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo

Love Interest: Pepper Rose {OC}

Faceclaim: Chloe Bailey

Name: Harmony of Atlantica

Parents: King Eric & Queen Ariel

Fic: Kissed by the Ocean

Love Interest: Harry Hook

Faceclaim: Yasmin Finney

Name: Hesperia of Olympus

Parents: Hercules & Megara

Fic: God Is a Woman

Love Interest: Audrey Rose

Faceclaim: Camila Morrone

Name: Ghalia Genie

Parents: The Genie & Dalia

Fic: Three Wishes Deep

Love Interest: Uma

Faceclaim: Yasmeen Fletcher

𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗪𝗵𝗼

Name: Estelle Williams

Fic: Across The Universe

Love Interest: Clara Oswald

Faceclaim: Maya Hawke

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦

Name: Candace Spinelli (Adopted from @eddys-plot-shop)

Fic: Star Search

Love Interest: Joey Tribbiani

Faceclaim: Leighton Meester

Name: Paige Green (Adopted from @eddys-plot-shop)

Fic: Chasing Laughs

Love Interest: Chandler Bing

Faceclaim: Bella Maclean

𝗚𝗹𝗲𝗲

Name: Claudia Green

Fic: Songbird

Love Interest: Finn Hudson

Faceclaim: Katie Douglas

Name: Francesca Bellamy

Fic: Lovefool

Love Interest: Sam Evans

Faceclaim: Mimi Keene

Name: Ariel Berry

Fic: Help! I’m in Love with a Cheerleader

Love Interest: Quinn Fabray x Santana Lopez

Faceclaim: Kaia Jordan Gerber

Name: Pedro Fernandez

Fic: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy 

Love Interest: Kurt Hummel

Faceclaim: Taylor Zakhar Perez

Name: Belladonna Russo

Fic: Pink Pony Club

Love Interest: Brittany Pierce

Faceclaim: Chappell Roan

𝗚𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲

Name: Larissa Morozova

Fic: The Darkest Sea

Love Interest: Nikolai Lantsov

Faceclaim: Claudia Jessie

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝

Name: Kylie Abrams

Fic: Synchronicity

Love Interest: Quinni Gallagher-Jones

Faceclaim: Ariela Barer

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧

Name: Georgia “Georgie” Knight

Fic: Spring in Her Step

Love Interest: Tori Spring

Faceclaim: Ella Purnell

𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙨

Name: Chloe Harper

Fic: One More Midnight

Love Interest: Reggie Peters

Faceclaim: Olivia Holt

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗹

Name: Hemera

Fic: Gold Rush

Love Interest: Steve Rogers

Faceclaim: Celina Sinden

Name: Marianne Cheng

Codename: Ladybug

Fic: Bugged About You

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Faceclaim: Anna Cathcart

𝗢𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗨𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝗔 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲

Name: Anastasia Tremaine

Fic: Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

Love Interest: David Nolan

Faceclaim: Phoebe Dynevor

Name: Marlena Wright (Adopted from @ginger-grimm)

Fairytale Counterpart: Rose Red {Snow-White and Rose-Red}

Fic: Roses Are Red

Love Interest: Lester Wright {OC}

Faceclaim: Sophie Skelton

Name: Bianca Wright

Fairytale Counterpart: Snow White {Snow-White and Rose-Red}

Fic: Roses Are Red

Love Interest: Edward Wright {OC}

Faceclaim: Hannah Dodd

Name: Nia Lyons (Adopted from @eddys-plot-shop)

Fairytale Counterpart: Lucy Pevensie

Fic: The Lion Queen

Love Interest: Killian Jones

Faceclaim: Kathryn Prescott

Name: Raina Mills (Adopted from @eddys-plot-shop)

Fic: Ahead Of The Pack

Love Interest: Ruby Lucas x Belle French

Faceclaim: Camila Mendes

𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻

Name: Celeste Pinto

Godly Parent: Iris

Fic: Rainbows 

Love Interest: Jason Grace

Faceclaim: Olivia Rodrigo

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗸

Name: Guinevere Riordan

Fic: Rewrite The Stars

Love Interest: James T. Kirk

Faceclaim: Vanessa Kirby

Name: Sydney Berlin

Fic: Prodigy Perfect

Love Interest: Pavel Chekov x Kevin Riley

Faceclaim: Ella Purnell

𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

Name: Tabitha Stephens

Species: Light Witch

Fic: Bewitched

Love Interest: Isaac Lahey

Faceclaim: Josefine Frida Pettersen

Name: Julie Marigold

Species: Fairy

Fic: Wings and Fangs

Love Interest: Erica Reyes

Faceclaim: Alisha Boe 

Name: Enya Martin

Species: Phoenix 

Fic: Elemental

Love Interest: Clio Andersen {OC}

Faceclaim: Abigail Cowen

Name: Clio Andersen

Species: Demigoddess-Siren Hybrid

Fic: Elemental

Love Interest: Enya Martin {OC}

Faceclaim: Halle Bailey

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗮

Name: Feyra Sherwood

Species: Cosmic Fairy

Fic: Courage, Dear Heart

Love Interest: Peter Pevensie

Faceclaim: Emily Bader

Name: August Sherwood

Species: Storm Fairy

Fic: Courage, Dear Heart

Love Interest: Edmund Pevensie 

Faceclaim: Jack Wolfe

Name: Joan Sherwood

Fic: Courage, Dear Heart

Love Interest: Lucy Pevensie 

Faceclaim: Ruby Cruz

𝗧𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

Name: Seraphina Vale

Species: Werepanther-Witch Hybrid

Fic: Eternal Flame

Love Interest: Alice Cullen

Faceclaim: Anya Chalotra

𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆

Name: Lyra Quint (Adopted from @eddys-plot-shop)

Species: Fairy

Fic: Feral Bloom

Love Interest: Enid Sinclair

Faceclaim: Isabela Merced

oc masterlist inspiration credit: @daughter-of-melpomene

[injuryresrve-blog]

hello  !   below the cut are some of my muses that i’m dying to play so if any of them tickle ur fancy or are your wanted opposites just hit the lil heart n we can plot some stuff out <333

dahlia fernandez 19 - 24, model / social media influencer - cindy kimberly.

annabelle taylor 24 - 29, helps family run chain of gyms cross country - lily james.

ivy taylor 19-24, nursing major & kind of a bitch - amalia williamson.

ainsley taylor 25-30, nurse in a big hospital  - brie larson.

veronica rossi 20 - 25, owns a diner / single mother - ariana grande.

harper ellis 19 - 24, fashion vlogger - natalia dyer / verse dependent cindy kimberly.

gia santos 20 - 25, works at a hooters / student undecided major who kinda wants to vlog  - madison beer.

alexandra bridgers 20 - 25, socialite / works with special needs children at a horse ranch - madelaine petsch.

elena cruz 28 - 33, a server at her family’s restaurant - alexandra daddario.

charlotte florentina 19 - 24, vlogger / social media influencer  - ludovica martino.

laila huang 19 - 24, aspiring singer / works at a pizza shop  - lisa manoban.

maggie adams 19 - 24, related to tristan, just inherits his money and helps around the club  - danielle campbell.

noelle chen 30 - 35, very well known fashion designer - gemma chan.

camila cortez 31 - 36, high school english teacher  - melissa fumero.

cleo ‘cj’ jansen 19 - 24, student / messy, undecided major - josefine frida pettersen.

georgie abbott 19 - 24, volunteers at a library,  journalism & psychology major  -  milena tscharntke.

roxanne brown 19 - 24, film major / takes videos of skateboarders for thrasher w zane - diamond white.

natasha wellington 19 - 24, living off her dad’s money, but she’s humble so she’s a manager at a pacsun  - nicola peltz.

daphne hughes 19-24, probably high or drunk 24/7 & a professional dancer  - haley lu richardson.

rosalie karlsson 19-24, v wealthy & a student / literature major - marilyn lima.

maxine richardson 19-24, helps manage her brothers band - abigail cowen.

yasmine gonzalez 25-30, owns a bar with her two brothers  - emeraude toubia.

nicolette gonzales 20-25, bitchy actress who doesn’t want to end up working at her siblings bar - sofia carson.

ophelia williams 20-25, model & victoria’s secret angel - sophie turner.

paisley andrews 19-24, mass communications major & blogger - thalia crawford.

carmen espinoza 19-24 rich girl with daddy issues / receptionist at moms law firm -  irene ferreiro garcia

joaquin juarez 19-24, soccer player for fc barcelona  - diego tinoco.

nikolai gervais 20-25,  world known chef - harry styles.

warren bryant 19-24, vlogger like scotty sire - nick robinson.

tristan thomas 33-38, owns a club & is the  leader of an underground shady ass gang - charlie hunnam.

dante simmons 21-26, something major / student teacher, probably fucking his professor  - keith powers.

zane bishnoi 22-27, film major / films skateboarders for thrasher w roxanne - avan jogia.

marco cruz 26-31, college dropout who now works at the apple store, alcoholic who cant stay sober  - matthew daddario.

joseph auva’a 20-25, nfl player - kj apa.

vincent gonzales 22-27, owns a bar with his brother and sister - jordan connor.

valentino gonzales 28-33, owns a bar with his brother and sister / drug dealer - peter gadiot

kaleb donahue 25-30, bachelor prince next in line for the throne - daniel sharman.

adrian karlsson 23-28, v wealthy & shady businessman kinda like don draper - bill skarsgard. 

jackson taylor 28-33, firefighter or police officer ( verse dependant ) - scott eastwood.

zachary taylor 19-24, student / music major - logan shroyer.

noah thompson 22-27, film major & just started working at warner bros - dylan o'brien.

liam moretti 45-50, carpenter / father of frankie and rex - mark ruffalo.

frankie moretti 26-31, line cook at the diner veronica owns - matthew daddario.

rex moretti 19-24, youtuber  kinda like cody ko - noah centineo.

elijah baker 32-37, special education teacher  - chris evans.

axel savea 35-39, traveling reporter  for cnn - jason momoa.

theo leblanc 21-24, nhl player on the same team as caspian - timothee chalamet.

matthias leblanc 19-24, ghost writer for major artists - maxence danet fauvel.

elliot davis 20-25, works at the music store his uncle owns / wants to start a band - bradley simpson.

jordan ali 32-37, an actor aka hollywood’s golden boy  - rami malek.

caspian brown 20-25, rich ass nhl player on the same team as theo - herman tommeraas.

maddox richardson 19-24, professional skater & in an underground band - luke hemmings.

augustus liu 19-24, in an underground band - calum hood.

milo young 25-28, drummer for a famous band - ben hardy.

diego velasquez 19-24, son of the prime minister of spain / is a big bratty asshole - benjamin wadsworth.

luca romano 20-25, owns the family car garage / mechanic - giancarlo commare.

giovanni lombardi 20-25, professional skateboarder  - ludovico tersigni.

emmett o'hare 27-32, architect who’s addicted to gambling his money away - richard madden.

nathaniel o'hare 20-25, writer who has a hard time completing his work - michel biel.

gabriel miller 30-35, owns an alcohol distribution company with his brother - chris hemsworth.

maxwell miller 24-29, owns an alcohol distribution company with his brother - liam hemsworth.

finnegan jacobs 20-25, used to play professional footie and  is now an aspiring disney animator  - harry styles.

sawyer casey 19-24, college drop out / twitch.tv streamer & pro gamer - tom holland.

[gcnebysunrisearchived-blog]

Before I get to my drafts, I just wanted to do this. Under the cut are threads in my RPTT that are being dropped by me. The reason why is due to either the thread being old and I've lost muse for it, my opposite mun is on hiatus and I don’t want to pressure them to return to an old thread, or the opposite mun deactivated. This list won't be long, but please read over the list. The threads will be sorted by URL. Also, if I'm dropping the thread and you like the ship (I probably do as well, but I have so many threads so don't hate me for wanting a fresh start!) just hit me up. We can plot something more up to date. Updated RPTT

@aquamanandfriends

Gwen x Camila

@midnighthcurs

Olivia x Kayla

@donutcries

Ilona x Phoebe

ladvlike (deactivated)

Blair x Tamar

Blair x Yasmin

@suburbtrash

Antonia x Kayla

@aholywrathincurred

Kaleigh x Francesca

@lesbehcnestx

Bella x Camila

musemosiac (deactivated)

Nemmeth x Genie

@littlepoppywrites

Raina x Caroline

Lily x Genie

@glgofrps/shakingthesewalls

Ruby x Ashleigh

Victoria x Kiara

@idpickycufirst

Malia x Kiara

[emylilas]

@inlovewithfairies I have a small breaks between meetings, and I can already tell you there’s some pure Christmas fluff coming (not yet, though), with all the family feels we love!

BUT in the meantime, prepare yourself for the fanarts I found myself doing that inspired this fic, they’re coming sooooooon <3