#domestic avatrice

[onceuponaweirdo]

Back at the Alps. Ava coming back to the apartment after working a night shift at the bar, Bea wakes up immediately and heats up Ava's dinner that she had prepared. Beatrice sits with a sleepy Ava at the table and keeps nudging her awake as she falls asleep over her food. Then helps her get ready for bed.

[wingedsilva]

soft mornings (ava bought the coffee cup for bea as a joke but now it's her favorite mug)

[caliphoria17]

SimonDavisBarry: Ok folks, here’s the infamous scene 18 that we never shot. Comes before the running over water scene.

[simplykorra]

kty continuing to be stunning

[kaisollisto]

[rainymonday126]

tfw you accidentally destroy the only semblance of a home you have ever had while also fighting with the woman that holds every piece of your heart, but you apologize to her and she apologizes to you and says that it is her pleasure to see you through this life, but then she tells you that you still have to leave this place that the two of you have built into a home together so that you can move to Madrid and fight an interdimensional dirtbag who is trying to murder you... and you are devastated

[bechloesupercorp]

beatrice is a tai chi grandma.

when ava wakes up and bea isn't in her arms, she toddles her way to the kitchen and fills their travel mugs with tea.

sixty years (seven months, and twenty-four days, not that bea's counting) is a long time to be together, excluding the whole arc situation. neither of them regret it one bit.

warm sun shines on her face as she skips down to the park by their flat. she might move slower now, but life's never been better.

there. it's just like the first time she saw her, focused and stoic, going smoothly though tai chi forms. ava knows exactly when bea sees her -- the way her gaze focuses and a hint of a smile.

settling into the chair that magically appeared after the second time ava appeared in the middle of a session, she waves to camila, who's frantically knitting. lilith is there too, wings shining in the sunlight. her hair is grey now, natural and flowing -- none of that dollar store wig-ess stuff from when she first transformed.

birds chirp and soft winds blow. a familiar figure arrives, same old cane in hand.

for a revived paraplegic and former nuns doomed to die young, ava thinks they've done pretty damn well for themselves.

[palamedeeznuts]

So I just found out:

Bea is named after Saint Beatrice of SILVA. The symbology behind the names on this show might be a bit obvious sometimes, but this one is a gem. Beatrice was bound to Ava from the very start.

[itsnunoclock]

kitchen kisses and warrior wishes (one shot)

note: i just stumbled upon warrior nun, and after hearing the cancellation news and diving into some emotional fics, i needed a quick fix of them being total domestic gfs! :) ao3 link

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the old stone walls of Cat's Cradle in a warm, golden glow. In the kitchen, Ava leaned against the counter, her chin resting on her folded arms. She watched Beatrice with a fond smile, captivated by the taller woman's graceful movements as she prepared a pot of simmering soup, the aroma of herbs and vegetables filling the air.

Beatrice glanced over at Ava, the corners of her lips curling up in a small smile. "Is there something on your mind?" she asked, her elegant British accent adding to her charm, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Ava straightened up and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around Beatrice from behind. "Just thinking about how lucky I am," she whispered, resting her head on Beatrice's shoulder. "You can slay demons and cook an amazing soup. It's everything I could wish for."

Beatrice turned off the stove and set the pot aside. She turned in Ava's arms, her expression softening. "I'm the lucky one, Ava," she replied with affection in her voice. "Because I have you right here with me, and you're more than I could ever wish for."

Ava leaned in, capturing Beatrice's lips in a tender kiss. They held each other close, the warmth of the kitchen and the love between them filling the room. In that moment, they were not warriors, but simply two people who found solace and love in each other's company.

As the evening settled in, Ava and Beatrice enjoyed their meal, sharing stories and laughter. The outside world, with its challenges and battles, felt far away. In their own little corner of the hidden church, they found a sense of peace and a love that was both fierce and tender.

Cat's Cradle had seen centuries of history, but in the quiet moments, Ava and Beatrice discovered their own sanctuary, a place where their hearts could truly be at home.

[smokestarrules]

I demand you tell me your favourite Warrior Nun headcanon

Idk about Favorite (which is probably just: Ava knew Beatrice was in love with her but I've talked about that before at length) and this is the one that's making me lose my mind Today so here we go:

Ava's handwriting is remarkably similar to Beatrice's. Why? Because it was Beatrice's handwriting that she copied as she practiced -- it was Beatrice's hand on hers as she learned to shape the letters better, and it was Beatrice's style that she learned.

This, of course, has cultivated in Ava's own handwriting being impeccably clean to the point that sometimes Camila isn't sure if it was Ava or Beatrice who has written something down.

It's the little things.

(On a similar note, I also think that Ava's fighting style when not actively using the Halo will also get to a point where it's nearly indiscernible from Beatrice's own. Ava watches and Ava copies and Ava excels.)

[potsticker1234]

I’m thinking Beatrice would be a kitchen knife nerd given that she throws combat knives. So yeah maybe they have a cheap set of kitchen knives because they’re hiding out in Switzerland on a limited budget, but Bea treats them like her throwing knives and has them as sharp as razors. Maybe one day she’s oogling a really nice butcher knife or chef’s knife but she knows it’s financially irresponsible to buy one. So Ava goes to the local knife maker and strikes up a deal with her charm, and one day Ava comes home with grocery bags from the market. They’re filled with fruits and vegetables and printer paper(?) Ava says that that’s one way to test a knife’s sharpness and presents a very beautiful, very expensive chef’s knife to Beatrice.

[piratekane]

title: honey, don't worry, i'll do your laundry (covered in dirt) fandom, pairing: Warrior Nun, Avatrice notes: You know what? Have 5+1 story about laundry. Why not? summary: “Let me take that,” Beatrice says quickly, gathering it one hand.

Ava opens her mouth to argue but it blends into a yawn and she ducks her head sheepishly at the slight laugh that escapes past Beatrice’s lips. “It needs to be cleaned,” Ava starts.

Beatrice shakes her head. “I’ll do it.”

(read on ao3)

[onaydia]

The Teddy Bea-r

It had been 7 years since Ava came back from the other side and 5 since She got married with Beatrice. They went back to the Alps after traveling the world and settled in their life. And now, it was time to extend their family. It's been a year since their first try. But unfortunately, nothing was working. Jillian had reassured them that nothing was wrong with them, Ava and Beatrice worried that maybe some of their wounds had made permanent damage. But no, they just had to be patient.

Ava looked again at the test. It's the fourth one she did, just to be sure, just to not have false hope. But again, the results were the same : pregnant. She couldn't believe it. Finally, finally it worked and Beatrice wasn't there to celebrate it with her. She had to go on a little 3 days trip for her job. She had hesitated to go because Ava wasn't feeling well, but Ava had insisted, thinking it was only her period. But when they didn't come, she began to think and felt hope building. And this hope was confirmed!

She checked the time : 10h29. Beatrice had told her that she will come back tomorrow with the first plane available. Should she call her? Or wait tomorrow to tell her. After some thinking she came up with an idea. She couldn't help but smile. Maybe Beatrice wasn't there, but she will make this moment memorable for her, Ava's way.

Beatrice was tired. She had taken the 4am plane to come back home as soon as possible. She didn't like to be separated from Ava, especially when she was in pain. After finding her bag, she went to the arrival part of the airport to see Ava waiting for her. She couldn't help but smile when she saw how radiant she was. Ava seemed to feel better.

"Hello darling" Beatrice said, taking Ava in a hug, and deposing a tender kiss on her lips.

"Hello honey, I missed you."

"Missed you too".

"I have something for you, but you have to promise me not to freak out."

Beatrice was surprised and a little worried.

"Are you ok ? Are not feeling well? You should have stayed ho..."

"What did I just said" Ava said, laughing a little "I'm fine Bea, it's just a little a gift. Stop worrying ok ?"

"Sorry"

Ava took something from a bag and hid it behind her back so quickly that Beatrice didn't had the time to see anything.

"Ok, so, yesterday I had a good news, and I wanted to share it with you with something special." Ava said a little sheepish. "And so, yeah, here".

Ava was showing her a teddy bear. Why would she want to share a news with... The bear was wearing a t-shirt and on it, you could read "Be my Mama Bear ?" with a little bee.

Beatrice froze. Is Ava saying what she thought she was saying. "Ava..."

"Remember when I said it was my period coming? Well it didn't. And then I remembered what Jillian said and so I bought 5 pregnant tests and all of them were postives. I'm pregnant. We're going to be mothers Bea" Ava said with tears in her eyes and a smile bigger than the sky.

Still Beatrice said nothing. But she was in movement. First a hand went to take away the tears falling on Ava's face, the other one going on the bear. Tenderly she kissed her and put their foreheads together.

"I can't wait to be the Mama bear of this little Bee with you, Honey".

[analogoose]

Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Avatrice Chapters: 1/4

The last of the summer sun streams in through their kitchen window, its golden mouth kissing Ava’s cheek, the curve of her shoulder. The light cradles her and yet Beatrice is the one that feels warmed. Beheld in a way that threatens to unmake her.

Cooking, sparring, driving lessons, and late-night conversations in bed, Ava and Beatrice steal some time together.

[caliphoria17]

FUCK NETFLIX, MAN! FUCK YOUUU!!! 😭😭😭🤬🤬🤬

[bechloesupercorp]

imagine bea buying smth bc avas birthday is coming up and hiding it up high so ava cant find it. but she knows that there's something and boy, is she willing to tear the entire apartment to get to it. damn bea and her tactic nun warrior hiding skills.

"where could it be," she murmurs, flicking through her hundredth nook.

it's her birthday and she knows that bea got her something, hidden away. if she could just find it-

"ava?"

BAM her head knocks against the top of the cupboard in surprise.

"bea!" she laughs, backing out of the cupboard gently floating down from her position suspended in the air. they've practiced that a lot, given the last time she fell.

a knowing glint shone in bea's eyes. "find something interesting?" she wondered, shrugging off her jacket and setting it on a hook.

"happy birthday ava," a solid, comforting, familiar hand on her shoulder.

"could you be looking for," bea dug into her pocket, a small smile gracing her lip, "this?"

of course bea would know she'd snoop -- something fluttered in her chest, she knew her so well.

and of course bea would hide it the one place ava couldn't get to, the closest thing to a shit-eating grin plastered over her face.

"thank you," she whispers, grinning when a simple kiss on the cheek makes bea flounder. "it means a lot to me," she says, cradling her gift in palms. but really, shes means kiss me, i love you.

bea just hums. like the electricity running through her fingers. oh darling, if you only knew.