#Soft avatrice

[avatrice4l]

*Ava and Beatrice currently fight*

Ava, yelling at Beatrice from the bedroom: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Beatrice: IM SLEEPING ON THE COUCH! GOODNIGHT!!

Ava: FINE!

Beatrice: FINEE!!!

-20 minutes later-

Ava, walks to the couch and lays on top of Beatrice: I don’t want to hear it

*Beatrice wraps her arms around her*

[adlerdoodles]

“For a moment, Beatrice thought time stood still. Everyone around them seemed to disappear. With the sound of firecrackers in her ears, Beatrice imagined colors bursting from Ava in her arms.”

Soft moment from “If You Missed the Mistletoe” by Pinechips

[colorfulphilosophertale]

[thelastwarriornun]

7. To shut them up 🫠

Without the burden of duty, Beatrice is prone to sleeping in, Ava usually the first to wake up, only to burrow into Beatrice’s side until she’s ready to greet the day. Today is different. Ava stretches to find the other half of the bed cool, empty, and grumbles at her misfortune. So, dejectedly, Ava crawls from the bed, pausing just long enough to steal Beatrice’s button up from the night before, doing up just enough buttons to give the impression of modesty. 

They’ve been here long enough for Ava to memorize which wooden panels creak beneath her feet, and which path is silent as she slips through the hall. Beatrice is at the table, notebook in hand, and Ava swears she’s gotten the jump on her when she sees the smallest inclination of Beatrice’s head. “I made coffee. I haven’t made breakfast. I was waiting to see if you wanted to eat here or grab something at that cafe around the corner.”

“Fuck.” Ava deflates, realizing the game is lost. 

“Language,” Beatrice hums, lacking her previous reproach. It’s hard to muster the same level of admonishment now. Especially when Ava can recall with perfect clarity, Beatrice cursing beneath her just the night before. 

Ava slips her arms around Beatrice, smiles when a hand lifts to wrap around her arm, and Beatrice tips her head back to rest against Ava’s chest. “What gave me away?” 

“The shirt,” Beatrice pauses, turning to press a kiss to Ava’s forearm. “And I heard you huffing when you realized I’d already gotten up.” 

Ava can’t help the scoff that escapes her. Beatrice’s smile shifts, devolves into something wider, maybe even bordering on smug, and Ava can’t help the way her heart seems to miss a beat in her chest. This version of Beatrice, lighter and flirtatious, is something Ava’s not sure she can ever get used to. 

It’s easy to loosen Beatrice’s hold, removing the notebook from her hands and dropping it dramatically on the table behind them, before slipping into Beatrice’s lap, her hands coming to rest atop Beatrice’s shoulders. “So you’re saying I should’ve come out here naked? If that’s what you wanted all you have to do is ask Bea.” 

And Beatrice has changed, but she’s only human, and Ava’s had just a bit more practice. Her cheeks are crimson, her own hands having come to rest on Ava’s hips, thumbs just brushing above the waistband of Ava’s boxers, flex against her skin. “You asked what gave you away. I was just– I’m not– there’s nothing wrong with–” 

Ava lets her ramble for a moment. Enjoys the flush in her cheeks, and the frantic edge in her tone, before she takes mercy on her leaning down to press their lips together. 

Another change. It used to take Beatrice a moment to catch up. The final dregs of her vows, and habit a difficult thing to break. Somewhere in the normalcy of their shared lives that had changed. 

It’s Ava who’s left flustered, as one of Beatrice’s hands slips along her back coming to rest at the base of her neck deepening the kiss. Beatrice who nips at Ava’s bottom lip, licking into her mouth before retreating leaving her dazed, chest heaving.

“You never answered my question,” Beatrice's tone is steady, and it's unfair really how easy it is for Beatrice to reorient herself. 

Ava blinks, tries to think about anything other than the feel of Beatrice’s thumb brushing along her hip, or the firm press of her palm, now resting just above the halo. “You asked a question?” 

Beatrice smirks, not totally dissimilar from the way she looks just before she pins Ava when they spar. Her hand slips from beneath Ava’s shirt and finds its way to trace her thumb along the curve of Ava’s jaw. Checkmate. Ava can practically hear it, when she tilts her head into Beatrice’s touch. Letting out a breathy sigh as her skin tingles under Beatrice’s gentle touch. 

“Did you want to go to the cafe-” Beatrice’s voice trails off, leaning forward to brush her lips against Ava’s neck. “Or did you want to stay in?” 

Ava tries to formulate an answer. Tries to ignore the pounding in her chest, or the heat pulsing through her, as Beatrice presses her lips along the curve of Ava’s neck. It’s only when she stops again, Ava’s fingers somehow having tangled in the hair at the base of her neck, an eyebrow arched expectantly that Ava remembers she’s meant to have an answer. 

“Honestly, who needs breakfast?” 

“Well actually breakfast is the most important meal–”

Ava only feels a little bad when she cuts off what she’s certain would’ve been a very informative lecture on the science behind eating breakfast, pulling Beatrice’s lips firmly against her own.

[plutosrobin]

chapter 9 <3

“You’ll stay?” “There is nowhere else I’d go.” And Sister Beatrice is not a touchy person, but she holds Ava until the sky holds the sun. They are asleep, by then, so she misses the way the horizon cradles the light - orange and purple fanning out and casting gold onto Ava’s face, half-hidden between Beatrice’s neck and her shoulder.

[jomuffin]

some pirate avatrice as we wait for ao3 🧍🏻

[sapphicstacks]

Ava wanted to hold onto this beautiful time for as long as possible. They had just admitted they were in love. Beatrice was softly nodding along to the radio while she held Ava’s knee on the car ride to pick up Maggie after work.

Her eyes looked lighter. Her lips lifted easier.

When they picked up Maggie from daycare, the dog sprinted in Beatrice’s direction as she always does, but instead of pulling back and telling Maggie to sit— Beatrice let the border collie bowl her over. Bea laughed louder than Ava had ever heard her laugh before as Maggie sniffed and licked her face.

Ava couldn’t help but lose herself in the laughter that bubbled up at the sight. Giggles which caught the attention of Maggie, who bounded over to Ava in the lobby of the daycare with equal excitement to what she had given Bea just moments ago. While Ava excitedly greeted the dog, she could see Beatrice in her periphery— staring and smiling, teeth and all.

Eventually, when they got enough energy out of Maggie’s system to walk her to the car, Beatrice silently scooped up Ava’s hand as they walked through the parking lot. Before they had even pulled out of the spot, Beatrice turned to Ava and asked, “Do you want to make pizza?”

chapter 15 of choose the devil I know (over the heaven I don’t) on ao3 now.

[aggressivelyaverage21]

One Shot - "One of Those Nights" Years after her service to the OCS ended, Beatrice sometimes struggled. Who better to comfort her wife than one Ava Silva?

Or

An exploration of what their life might have looked like after it all as they navigate mental health struggles, and aging, and loving eachother.

Ava rolls over in her -- their -- bed, only for her arm to fall soft to the now cool mattress beneath it where her very warm, very not memory foam, wife should be. Lately it's felt more and more like her bed, especially at this hour. An hour that Ava hardly needed to roll back over and look at her phone to confirm -- 0345 -- and ' yes Bea, will have my phone in bed, because how else am I supposed to know what time it is when you sneak out' she heaves a sigh. 

Sad. Tired. Aching for her wife. Her wife who was struggling with ghosts that haunted and futures that never would come to pass.

Beatrice got like this a few times a year. 

It was predictable. It was survivable . It was completely outside of her fault or control. But sometimes, sometimes something would trigger something in Beatrice, and God did Ava hate that word. 

But it, according to the therapist, was the appropriate use actually. 

It was less violent than a trigger pull. Not that pulling a trigger was violent - a mere bend of a finger a few centimeters, but what happened after certainly was. Beatrice knew that all too well. 

And well, maybe come to think of it, it was exactly the right word. 

Because Bea would see something or someone who maybe looked a little like Shannon on a hard day at work, or hear a song that Mary would make them all listen to on the way home from missions in the grocery store. Or any number of "annoyingly nostalgic happenstances" (Bea's words obviously). 

Sometimes it was less of that sweet hurt only loving something like that could bring, and more to do with other parts of their former life. Maybe it was a quick startle that had Beatrice’s adrenaline spiking just the wrong way for a moment remembering one of those more violent times. A noise. A motion. A smell. 

It wasn’t anything like Beatrice spiraling immediately into a fit of chest heaving breaths and frantic eyes. Though that happened occasionally at the beginning. No. Usually it looked like nothing, because that startle response had been trained out of Beatrice. But, like anyone who had ever spoken to her wife knew, Beatrice had a fucking brilliant brain, and that brain liked to think - well over think in these cases. 

Hours later, Beatrice would be stuck on those thoughts. Memories. Regrets. And she would slip into missing them, or running through missions over and over. Unable to make the broken record of it all just stop. 

So, it wasn’t immediate. Not like a bullet after a trigger. It was a slow, sometimes avoidable, creep toward the same end.

A bloodied soul that ached from the holes torn through it with more devastation as they traveled then when they first entered and scar tissue couldn’t ever really quite fill them the same.

Which then led to the not sleeping. The struggling to put thoughts to words to speech. The paralyzation between trying to put thoughts to feelings or feelings to thoughts. 

To Beatrice's credit, she always got help. She reached out to her therapist. She tried her best to communicate with Ava. She talked to ‘Mother’ because calling her Suzanne never settled quite right with her, or Camilla or Lilith. She tried all the strategies she'd gained over the years to help. And they usually did, but there were always a few days where those bandages didn’t quite fit the proverbial bullet holes. 

Today was one of those days. 

KEEP READING

[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

I swear these two are gonna be the death of me 🥹 🫶🏼 🥰

[bechloesupercorp]

Bea watching peacefully through a frosty window. Thick snow draped over the landscape, little footsteps leaving tiny dips in the white. Warm mug of tea cradled in her hands as she smiles at Ava, who's tossing handfuls of powder at their kid.

Delighted giggles filling the air, Bea's heart clenching. Ava's nose is pink and the child is shaking with laughter face down in the snow.

Sometimes she wants to cry. Cry for the deprived childhoods they'd both had, but then cry at the life they've built together, the home they share, filled with love and life and- Beatrice could cry.

THWAP. A snowball flying straight into the glass, startling her out of her thoughts. Mischief twinkling in Ava's eyes. "Come join us!" she shouts, hands in the air. If Bea was three, before she learned the stern necessity of self-restraint, she would have done it, unthinking and free.

Ava's dancing now, head tipped towards the sky. If there is a god, Bea would give everything to be them right now, just to see the joy on Ava's face. It's the little things to love.

Sometimes she can still hear it, the biting, "How undignified," of her mother's tongue. But fuck that. There's nothing holding her back now, pulling on a coat and running into the snow.

[dodecademons]

I love avatrice dont misunderstand, excited for them to come back and be all cute together. However, there's so many other things that I wish people would talk about in terms of what the hope is explored in future seasons. So here's some things I hope get explored. Spoilers if you havent seen the show:

Shotgun Mary back. WE DIDNT SEE A BODY!! I understand there was personal stuff going on thats why they did what they did but the rule is if i didnt see a body, then you arent dead. Shotgun mary is out there and she will come back with a vengeance

Lilith what is your plan girlie? I still dont even fully understand why you specifically changed when in Reya's realm. Foils and all that but did Reya actually make that decision? Was it happenstance? Also i want her to just dunk on her mom she deserves more than that.

Reya's realm, must see more. Wtf is going on over there. Who else is over there? Are there other dimensions we haven't seen yet? Must know more about this mysterious place

Beatrice backstory. Whether thats before she joined the church/ocs, her parents, when she first arrived in the ocs/church. Anything, i just want that good good backstory

Holy war. Sounds intense. Theres wraiths all over the place still. Just because Adriel was torn into four pieces and exploded doesnt mean the thousands of people that were possessed suddenly stopped being possessed. BABIES INCLUDED! No more pope and half the religious figures in the church publicly betrayed it (and are also a smear on the ground). Like what is Kristian gonna do? Gonna crawl back to Jillian or continue to lead delusion?

Ava, my angel my sunshine my sin-namon roll, i wonder if they will age her up or if she isnt affected because of the halo. Must know about other realm shenanigans because I stand by my theory that Reya would prefer if ava was out of the picture

Mother superion and Camila duo. I need more of it. Probably my fav duo, i live for it. I wanna see camila leading some new nuns in tech skills or something. Shes learned a lot and shes one smart cookie

Yasmine oh yasmine. Stay safe my child. I wish to see more of her. Whether thats in or out of the ocs. She has knowledge that for generations was kept a secret. She has cards up her sleeve

Theres just so much more to explore

[adlerdoodles]

“Feeling her warmth, Beatrice thought she was embracing daylight—a being in another world than her own.”

From “There Were Glowing Eyes in the Dark” by @pinechips03

[gingerniiiija]

❤️❤️

...“Given how big this tree is. It’s older than us, and given the chance, it will probably outlive us.”

You shake your head, still in awe.

“That’s amazing,” You speak softly. “Someone else stood on the same spot we’re standing on, possibly hundreds of years ago. Someone who lived, and loved, and died. Maybe they planted this tree or worked on this field. Maybe they were walking to Santiago and decided to take a break here. Several someones. Incrível. If only you could tell me stories, tree. All the lives you’ve seen.”

oh, there's a river that winds on forever (i'm gonna see where it leads) chapter 2: Estágio Dois by zefrumiousbandersnatch

[smokestarrules]

what are your fave warrior nun fics?

Oh, anon. You don't even know the can of worms you've just opened. Here are a few (a few!) of my favorites.

Firstly, teach me to love, as you have loved me by @birgittesilverbae. It's in the POV of Beatrice as she grows up in the OCS, putting Shannon, Mary and Lilith in the limelight as well, and the most recent chapter (12k!) has gone through essentially all of canon. It's about grief and family and warmth and loss and it's so fucking good. Cannot recommend this more.

Next I have sunday people (sunday shines for you) by @piratekane. Sundays are for the girls, by the way. if you even care. This is peak pining behavior, miscommunication that isn't just there for the dramatics, and Ava being The Best Girl Ever (and the most jealous girl ever). Fantastic fic.

Then there's show me something of a reckoning by @thirteenyasmin, which is a given, of course. Switzerland canon-divergent fic where, as the tags say, fake-dating becomes real-dating. As they deserve. Has some lines that will tear your soul to pieces in the best way.

Next is Nice jugs, a climbing AU by @cowboycatd. Do you know anything about climbing? No? Me, neither. But this series of fics describes it--alongside exceptionally-written flirting--masterfully. You should read Climbing AU.

Then I have falling (for you) like snow on christmas by @justawhitewall. Hallmark movie AU! They're much better when they're Avatrice, by the way. I read it during the posting and have reread it at least once a month ever since. Incredible.

Spellbound by @omomoification. Witch (kinda) AU! Will sweep you away into the world that's created and you won't even notice as the 15k goes by in a flash. Fucking gorgeous piece of art. Made me insane, made some people break the character limit while commenting.

the imprint of your soul on mine (feels nothing short of divine) by @the-penguinspy. Read this if you're feeling down, because you won't be when you're done. The softest thing you could ever read, and I read a lot of soft things. Fic that gives you a hug and a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

And last but certainly not least, A Bit of Earth by @whatwordsmiss. Full fic isn't posted yet but it is written, and this story is just... wonderful. It's about grief, it's about growing up, it's about falling in love and healing together and healing apart and being kind and, sometimes, in particular moments, it's about a Garden. A must-read.

[jomuffin]

[littledata]

what are these "best fics youve ever read that barely have any hits" you mentioned? can you give us a top 5 or sonething?

Oh God, you've really shamed me here because I read a LOT of random fics from fandoms I'm not even part of and the stories I was referring to largely come from there.

However, in the interest of practising what I preach, I sat down today and read a bunch of Warrior Nun fics I'd never read before so I could rec you some. To be totally clear, these aren't necessarily going to have "hardly any hits" but are fics that I think could use more love in general.

In no particular order:

I was seeing black and white (and now I'm living in color) by gayestcatra - 1281 words, a beautifully soft fic set in Switzerland with gorgeous description. By the same author I also enjoyed (your life was) my life's best part, an angsty Mary/Shannon exploring Mary's (heartbreaking) grief after Shannon's death.

Cat’s Cradle security checkpoint logs by @jtl07 - 518 words, have I raved enough on tumblr yet about how much I love their writing? No? Oh okay I'll do it again then. JT is one of my favourite writers in the fandom and I love this series of fics they did giving creative looks into the characters - this particular one is the contents of their bags but the whole series is worth checking out (and everything else they write too, obviously).

Lauds by @sisterdivinium - 3152 words, Mother Superion/Jillian Salvius. WE LOVE A RAREPAIR. Gorgeously written fic where you feel the weight of every single action. The author has a TON of fics if you liked this one too.

you're my best friend (in a world we must defend) by @daisychainsandbowties - 3980 words, avatrice and Pokemon. Beatrice's characterisation in this drives me insane. I MUST know more. If you know nothing about pokemon here's your primer: they're funny little guys you catch and make fight, exactly like the Catholic church did to Ava. There, now you've got no excuse not to read it.

Dead People Don't Shiver by waterintheshadows - 2068 words, avatrice soulmate AU set in a morgue FUCK YEAH. This is the kind of shit I live for. Great concept, great execution.

Where The River Bends by @itchyouchyz - 100,750 words, avatrice 1960s midwife AU. Full disclosure - it's 100k - I haven't finished it yet. But I LOVE what I've read so far, tender and lovely. Check the tags for trigger warnings on this one!

keep me in your mirror (but don't take your eyes off the road) by minutetuna - 26,343 words, avatrice season 2 road trip au. It made me feel this precise emotion: hnnnnnnghhhhh. There is a particular style of writing which is just bouncy and pacy and still draws you into every single emotion and this author has it in spades. LOVE.

This was so much fun! If anyone else wants to hit me up with some recs I'd love to hear them - even if (especially if) they're your fics. It's a long weekend, might as well spend it reading fanfiction.