#camila x lilith

[wn-incorrect]

*on a hike*

Beatrice: it's beautiful out here

Camila: and quiet

Beatrice: too quiet

Camila: did we lose someone?

*cut to Ava and Lilith fighting a bear*

[itsarandomblog]

I think, for a while, Camila would be really mad at Lilith. She left without a trace then she kissed sided with Adriel, and they lost Ava coz of it, resulting in Bea leaving the Order. And Lilith would feel... irredeemable and nothing really mattered but the Holy War but every time she flies over to OCS hq (coz she likes to check up on them if they're preparing), she'd see Camila training new recruits, and being ruthless, the way Lilith used to be on the woman, but then be a cinnamon roll after that, helping the one she just beat over the mat, and Lilith just, you know, wants to apologize. Make it right. Lilith doesn't really care about the others. Camila's forgiveness was all she needed wanted.

So one day, in the middle of the night, she teleports to Camila's room and comes face-to-face with an angry cinnamon roll with a divinium dagger in hand against her neck. Lilith didn't teleport away, she let the blade cut her neck, but her wings unfurled involuntarily.

And the scene might go like this:

Camila, with unshed tears, "Give me one valid reason not to slit your throat right here, right now."

Lilith, mustering up all the courage, knowing she would might die that night, "I'm sorry. For everything."

Then Lilith would fall on her knees, head bent down, neck exposed, while Camila would look down on her, blade on her hand. Slowly, she pointed it down at her neck and Lilith closed her eyes, waiting for the blade, believing she deserves whatever punishment Camila would give her.

Then she'd hear a clang beside her, the dagger near her knees.

Lilith, being all confused, would look up, and see a crying Camila, shaking. With anger or with sadness, she wasn't sure.

For a while, they stayed like that.

Lilith, wings unfurled on her side, kneeling in front of Camila.

[pattdork]

Lilith: I love you so much.

Camila: Wait. You're talking to your wings, aren't you?

Lilith: Don't be jealous. * pretending to joke * you could always go out with me...

Camila: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?

* 10 minutes and a gay panic later *

Ava: And you just ran away?!

Lilith: I didn't expect her to flirt back!

[ao3feed-avatrice]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva, Sister Camila/Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun) Characters: Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun), Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun), Sister Camila (Warrior Nun), Ava Silva, Hans (Warrior Nun) Additional Tags: Pool AU, Fluff, Flirting, Pool Hustler, Bartender Ava Silva, First Meeting, Competition, Gambling, gambling for a first date, based on a tiktok Summary:

Lilith bets Ava that her friend can beat her in a game of pool. Surprise! That friend is Beatrice.

[comingupforblair]

Lilith: I don’t have a crush on Camila. That’s absurd. I can barely stand being in her presence, she’s so kind, sweet and loving.

Beatrice: Uh huh. Remind me, what color are her eyes?

Lilith: Brown. Ordinary brown. The kind of comforting, hazel brown that makes you feel warm and cared for in a way you’ve never been before, which will finally make you feel safe and like you belong, which sees you as you really are and still loves you.

Beatrice: And tell me about her hands and lips.

Lilith: Why do you want to know about them? They’re just regular hands that when they interlock with yours, make all the pain and trauma you’ve been through fade away and basic lips that speak words of kindness that sooth pain and which kissing would be like seeing the sun and the stars for the first time.

Lilith: Honesty, I don’t know how anyone could think I see Camila as anything but someone I work with as well as my dear friend, confidant and someone I’d go to the ends of the earth for.

[tiredwriter888]

Camila: Don’t break people’s hearts, they only have one.

Lilith: Break their bones, they have 206.

[thelastwarriornun]

30 from the prompt list?

“I need your help.” 

Lilith knows how it must look, the three of them, rain soaked,  clothes flecked with blood. A wolf, and two seraphites. One, barely more than a child, and the other clutching a blood soaked bandage, held tightly within the safety of Lilith’s arms. Camila’s pistol is level with Lilith’s chest, as fear fades to recognition, and lands somewhere near concern. And yeah that stings more than it should.

“Lilith what is this?” Anxious now, as Camila’s eyes dart to Diego beside her.

“I owe her my life. Can you, or can you not help her?” Lilith sounds clinical. Anger bubbles beneath her tone and Lilith hates it. Hates it even more when Camila flinches, as if Lilith’s struck her. And Lilith longs for a time before this thing between them had festered, when it was new and full of hope, rather than this. 

“Lilith.” There’s a tug at her back, Diego’s voice is soft, despite the fingers still wrapped around his bow, knuckles white with the stress of it. “I thought you said they could fix her.” 

The words are a bludgeon, and Lilith can feel the muscles in her jaw grow taut with the scream she swallows. It's unfair. Diego is little more than a child. Lilith hasn’t asked, but she can’t imagine he’s more than fourteen, and already he’s familiar with the anguish of rejection, of abandonment. And for what? The crime of being born in the wrong skin? For being brave enough to try and fix it? It’s a crime Lilith understands better than most. After all, when was the last time Lilith had felt at home in her own skin? It's abhorrent. Sometimes I forget there are worse monsters in the world than the infected. Like Shannon. Like me. 

"Cam." Please. It's barely a whisper, one that couldn't possibly travel across the expanse of the entranceway. And yet? 

"Come with me, we'll bring her to the back. Reya should already be in the exam room ." 

It feels like a dream. Camila at the helm, as Lilith carries Yasmine through the lowlit maze of empty tanks. Diego is never far, a hand twisted in the thin material of Lilith’s tank top. 

Reya is pale, angry, her expression accusing, as if Lilith has brought ruin upon them all when they enter the room. Maybe Lilith has. But Reya is a healer, and those instincts are deeper than the rancour between them. It’s the reason that Reya will do her best to save Yasmine, regardless of her place of origin. Something to be grateful for at least. "Put her down here." 

So Lilith does, as delicately as her aching muscles allow. Lingers just long enough to squeeze Yasmine’s uninjured hand in parting. "We'll wait in the hall."

Reya doesn’t spare a glance in her direction, but Lilith is in rare form tonight. Against her better judgment Lilith catches Raya's elbow, tensing when Raya rounds on her. "I just wanted to say thank you."

"Don't thank me yet." 

They set up a pallet for Diego when it becomes obvious he won't stray far from the makeshift operating room. It's not much. A patchwork of various blankets and pillows, barely masking the cool concrete beneath, but it's something. It’s everything to a kid who's spent the last day fighting for his life. 

It only takes a second, a single assurance, Lilith promising to wake him if anything changes, for sleep to overtake him. Lilith loses herself for a moment. Watches the sharp lines ease, as the stress and lingering tendrils of death slipping away, until all that remains is the young boy beneath. 

Camila takes her hand, and Lilith's protests fall on deaf ears. We won't go far. I just need to make sure you're okay. Let me take care of you. Please. 

Lilith goes, unwilling, and undeserving, and that's always been at the root of this. Camila pushes her down into a chair, first aid kit in hand. It’s then that Lilith feels it, remembers that some of the blood covering her body is her own. So Lilith rolls her shoulders, revels in the aches, both small and large, that make themselves known. 

Camila’s hands are gentle in their exploration. Memories swell up, like two orchestras, and  Camila as their conductor. Each brush of her fingers brings with it a new crescendo, a new thread of memory vying for attention. Each touch tugging along two threads,the origin of the injuries Lilith’s obtained over the course of the day, and its source, with the memory of Camila, all skin and soft lips never far behind. It's a duet, desire and pain, twin flames colliding in a shared blaze that leaves Lilith tense with restraint. Lilith flexes the muscles of her jaw, clenching it so tightly that her teeth grind with the force of it. Wary that if words were to escape from between her lips they would speak the truth of it.

"I thought you were dead. Reya said the patrol went sideways. She told us they dragged you into the woods." 

"I almost was." Lilith thinks of the rope. Burns adorning her wrists and neck where they'd bound her. Lilith remembers each painful bump as they'd dragged her through mud, and stone to the tree. Remembers the noose drawing tight, and the first wave of panic when they'd pulled her up, teetering on the tips of her toes. Not enough leverage to suck in a full breath, but enough to keep the slow creep of black around her vision from overtaking it completely. 

"How did you escape?" Fingers ghost over the raw skin of her neck, before it’s replaced by a numb sting, and a waft of antiseptic fills her nose.

Lilith closes her eyes, thinks of the cold press of the blade, touches just above where blood has bound her tank top to her abdomen. It’s a small cut, nothing life threatening, but a reminder of how close Lilith came to disembowelment, to death. "They dragged Yasmine into the clearing, said something about her and the other heretic. I didn’t understand most of it.They did that to her arm, her own people. " Lilith sucks in an unsteady breath. Thinks about the unsettling sound of bone and flesh shattering. Neither one a match for the hard metal of the hammer. “Diego put an arrow through one, and Yasmine managed to kill the one holding her down.” 

"And the last?" Camila prods carefully. Seraphites operated in sets of three, a trinity. 

Lilith closes her eyes, thinking of the woman. The pleasure Lilith had taken in feeling tendons, cartilage, and bone give way between the press of her thighs, with a snap of finality. The joy and satisfaction, easily disguised as adrenaline coursing beneath her skin. A life was owed, and Lilith was all too willing to play judge, jury and executioner. “She got what she deserved.” 

Camila’s expression is everything Lilith expects it to be when Lilith opens her eyes. Full of concern, worry, and something else. A softness that Lilith craves, as much as she spurns. “Lili, what's your plan here? I mean when they find out that you brought the enemy across the boundary–” 

“You can’t tell anyone. If the wolves find out they’re here it’ll be a witch hunt.” Lilith snaps, fingers clenching against the wet canvas of her pants. 

“You know I won’t turn them in, I wouldn’t do that to you. I just want to know what your long term goal is here. Eventually he’s going to realize you’re alive, and when he does I’m not sure there’s much any of us can do.” And that’s the crux of it. Adriel’s strange fixation on her was a prison in itself. 

“Leave Adriel to me. As soon as Yasmine can walk we’ll be out of your hair.” The words are acid on her tongue. 

“That’s not– I’m scared for you Lilith. You show up here covered in blood, with two seraphites and I’m just supposed to what? Patch you up for the hundredth time? Wish you the best? Let you go back out there to fight a war against everyone? Eventually there isn’t going to be enough of you to knit back together.” Camila’s words are a plea, eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

This is worse, worse than the pain, and worse than the anger Lilith expected to find. Instead guilt gnaws at Lilith’s already eroded edges, her own anger evaporating as quickly as it arrived. “I’m sorry.” 

“Just tell me what’s changed. You’ve killed dozens of seraphites since we came to Seattle. Now you’re saving them? What’s so special about these two?” Tear lines, like silver, glisten in the low glow of the hall. They’ve done this dance before. Camila, heart in hand, extending an olive branch, as if Lilith hadn’t burned down every single bridge between them over the years.

“They saved my life. There was a moment where I thought that I was dead, but they came back for me. Broke a window and lifted me out.” Another ragged breath fills the hallway as Lilith steadies herself. “That kid out there? He just watched the only family he’s ever known turn on him, for nothing more than being himself. His only crime is that instead of just surviving, he wanted to live, and even after all of that he saved me. So the least I can do is help him to have that chance.” 

They hold each other gazes, words failing to express the weight of the unspoken. 

Will this be enough to wash me clean? If it can’t, if my sins are too numerous for absolution, can I at least save him from the same fate?

[trickarrows-bishop]

camila: truth or dare? lilith: truth camila: how many hours have you slept this week? lilith: dare. camila: go. to. sleep. lilith: i don't like this game

[thisdarlingluna]

Tonights work. Last I worked on this was April. I have a loooong list of..... stuff. So much stuff. i have a month off coming up so we will see what I crank out.

[gayforhotwoman]

Is anyone gonna make a Camilith fanfic but Little mermaid Au? because like the acter for Lilith is one of the sisters of Ariel so we could like make her chase after Ariel who's just about to go to Ursula

[wn-incorrect]

Ava: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Beatrice: You are my reward. *meanwhile* Lilith: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Camila: True, you can be a real asshole sometimes.

[itsarandomblog]

Lilith: Don't kill me, I have a wife!

An FBC: You think I care about that?

Lilith: No, this isn't a plea for mercy. It's a warning.

An FBC: What?

meanwhile on the other side:

Then:

Camila: READY TO DIE?

[onceuponaweirdo]

Wanderers Lullaby - Adriana Figueroa. But it's Camila singing to Lilith when she stumbles back to cat's cradle after Ava's departure.

[ao3feed-avatrice]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva, Shotgun Mary/Shannon Masters, Sister Camila/Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun) Characters: Ava Silva, Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun), Sister Camila (Warrior Nun), Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun), Shotgun Mary (Warrior Nun), Shannon Masters, Jillian Salvius, Michael Salvius, Mother Superion (Warrior Nun), Father Vincent (Warrior Nun), Yasmine Amunet, J.C. (Warrior Nun), Chanel (Warrior Nun) Additional Tags: Fake Marriage, fake marriage au, Slow Burn, like excruciatingly slow, Angst, and they were ROOMMATES, alternating pov, two authors one brain cell, our google doc keeps crashing, rated explicit for sex in later chapters, we've written so many words send help Summary:

“Bea.” Ava tilts forward to take her hands. “You are literally one of the most interesting people I have ever met.” Beatrice opens her mouth but Ava pushes on. “I have loved getting to know you over these past weeks and I can’t wait to deceive the American government with you. I am all in.”

Beatrice is blushing furiously.

“Thank you,” she chokes out.

“The pleasure is all mine, babe.”

[inlovewithfairies]

[godsweakestsoldier]

As you can tell, I adore la Pietà especially with an avatrice. However, a very young and green Beatrice and Lilith in this position. The first time one of them truly gets hurt. Lilith carrying a bleeding Beatrice and coming up to Mary or Shannon (possibly both) and being like, “fix her.” On another note, Cam and Lilith in this position as well.