#sister shannon x shotgun mary

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Once a Rookie Chapter 22 - Proverbs 22:6

Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.

Beatrice goes on one last trial mission. Things absolutely do not go to plan. Beatrice is faced with the realities of the OCS. Shannon has a hard time with it. Mary steps up as the adult.

“BEATRICE!” Shannon called as she coughed through dust, twisting her head to glance at the young warrior over her shoulder. True to her instructions earlier Betrice hadn’t been more than a pace off her hip the entire mission. She swung her left arm behind her protectively holding Beatrice back as she stepped between her and the group of possessed advancing on them. Some of the fear bubbling in her chest eased when her hand bumped into Beatrice’s hip. 

The wall they had just been using as cover had been demolished as at least five possessed barrelled through it in the gap between them and Mary and Lillth who had been leading the way. The sounds of the fight were upon them. The market wall was still crumbling beside them. The snarls of the possessed grew louder as they advanced. She could even hear Lilith and Mary shouting over the chaos to coordinate with each other. 

She had to get to them. Now. As relieved as she was that Beatrice was not harmed by the attack, this assignment had just gotten significantly more dangerous, and Beatrice didn’t have the full protection of her battle habit yet, Shannon hadn’t even allowed her to bring a weapon. This was supposed to be a safe assignment. Subdue one man and rid him of the wraith. 

Oh, how they had been wrong. How she had been wrong.  

“Van. Now.” Shannon’s voice was calm. Strong. Despite the chaos of a partially crumbling wall and dust settling down around them like snow, Shannon looked almost at home in it. 

“But–” I can help. Beatrice wanted to plead. She had done everything Shannon asked of her to this point. She was ready. She wanted to help. She certainly didn’t want to leave them a man down because Shannon wasn’t confident in her ability to protect herself. 

“No. I do not have time to argue.” She took a half second to turn her shoulders square to her rookie’s so she could meet her eyes. She knew Beatrice wasn’t doing it to be insubordinate but intentions didn’t really matter right this second. Mary and Lilith needed help and Beatrice needed to be protected. Arguing was not even anywhere close on that list. 

Mary and Lilith were already advancing as a pair toward the group from what Shannon could see as the dust settled as they picked themselves up from where they had been bowled over. “You get in the van and you stay there. Do you understand?”  

“Yes.” 

Shannon nodded her approval, the small movement of her head shaking some of the pale dust free from her hair. There was an ear splitting yell just a few meters in front of them, surly one of the possessed issuing their challenge. 

Beatrice hadn’t exactly thought the order was lying to the recruits, but seeing a man’s eyes replaced entirely by black as he seemed to emanate something so dark… it stole the moisture from Beatrice’s mouth and sent a shiver up her spine… Suddenly the OCS’s mission became very real, very fast. “Shannon?” 

“Go now, Beatrice. Quickly.”

Beatrice took off at a sprint. As much as she wanted to argue, and as much as running felt like the cowardly thing to do, she’d promised Shannon she would listen. Shannon had been doing this for years, and if she needed Beatrice to do something, as much as she hated it, Beatrice would do as she was told. 

That was always the only thing she was really good at anyway. 

There was another roar as brick and mortar crumbled around her team that had Beatrice glancing back over her shoulder. Shannon was standing tall as she swung her staff mid fight with three men, but Beatrice didn’t have time to think anything of it before her toe collided with something solid sending her tumbling forward. 

The pavement bit into the meat of her palm as she tried to catch herself. Her knee scraped through her training pants as it collided with the ground. Of course Shannon was sending her back to the van. If Beatrice couldn’t even do that properly, without stumbling or getting distracted, how was she to be trusted next to anyone in a fight? 

Beatrice glanced down to see the torn skin of her palm specked with bits of broken skin. It was so… juvenile… Beatrice didn’t remember truly scraping her hands up like this since she’d been a child. Something she’d been scolded for endlessly at the time. 

She didn’t have time for a trip down memory lane right now. Beatrice planted those stinging palms against the pavement and pushed herself up, scrambling to get her feet under her. She’s sure she looked like a cartoon. She felt a little bit like a cartoon as she sprinted to the van, dodging some random object as it shattered the glass in the front of the storefront. 

Just as she reached the van, and raised her hand to pull the handle open Beatrice made eye contact with a little boy in the front seat of a car just across the way from her, he smiled and waved. He must have been watching just like Beatrice had, because there weren’t any adults to be found. 

Beatrice was raising from the door handle to wave back when tires screeched stealing her attention. 

She saw it happening almost in slow motion. A car swerving out of control to avoid one of the possessed men making their way into the street. The direct line the speeding vehicle was taking toward the boy. How he was completely unaware. 

It dawned on her then, as time seemed to stand still that she had a decision to make. Shannon said not to, had told her to get inside the van and stay there. He was a child. A child who was very much in danger. 

And Beatrice could do something about it. 

Shannon was going to be upset but, at the moment, that didn’t seem to matter. What mattered was the child. 

Beatrice abandoned trying to open the van door as her wave to the boy turned into a frantic motion of her arm as she yelled to him. “Get down!” Beatrice dug her toes into the asphalt and pushed off spring toward the boy like she’d never run toward anything in her life. 

To what end, she hadn't quite thought that far ahead when the car lurched forward and pushed into part of a falling wall. 

It was a perfect storm with probably the worst possible timing. It all happened so fast Beatrice wouldn’t have been able to tell you what happened first. The squealing of the tires. The distinctive sound of a crunching medal. The bang of the crash as the Lory slammed into the back of the small car. The roar of the crumbling wall onto the roof of the car. All, while looking at the boy had been lurched forward out of her sight when his smile dropped to pure terror. 

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[phoenix-rises-again]

The more times I rewatch Warrior Nun, and let’s be honest - we’re streaming all day, everyday - Mary and Shannon were absolutely more than friends. And I’m pissed we didn’t get Mary in season 2 because that storyline as Beatrice tried to sort out her feelings for Ava? Omg it would have been amazing. And now that it’s cancelled? Get fucked Netflix, we deserve at least a season 3, if not more, so we can bring Mary back and get the closure we deserve. Like what the fuck

@netflix SAVE WARRIOR NUN GODDAMMIT

[phoenix-rises-again]

Hell yeah

@netflix SAVE WARRIOR NUN

we all do. 

[whyislenaluthorsohot]

Ava and Shannon being two halves of the same whole. Two bodies brought into the Church, one dead and one alive. Only one walked out. Did Shannon know she was a placeholder? Did she know she wasn't destined to be the hero, but a martyr in the name of something greater?

Shannon and Ava traded lives. Shannon gave her life, the Halo, to Ava while Ava gave her death to Shannon, both done so unknowingly. Shannon was the heart of the Sister Warriors and she passed that down to Ava. Both were the heart. Did Shannon know everything would break without her? Or did she know her sisters would rally with the new Warrior Nun?

Did Shannon watch as everything crumbled and everything she believed in die? Did she mourn Lilith, both in death and betrayal, for she is was her sister? Did she watch as Mary gave her life for her sisters to live, did she feel relief?

Did Shannon watch as Beatrice and Ava fell in love and denied themselves only to watch them be doomed for a Warrior Nun is never truly theirs? Did she see Mary and herself within them and know how their story would end? As another tragedy. Or did she watch them go through trial after trial and believe they would survive? Believed that they would get to live with each other as Mary and she never had the chance to.

Two girls enter a church, one dead and one alive. Only one walks out, the one not expected. Is she the same person as the one alive or different? Two halves of the same coin are always doomed.

[sunlightwanda]

Every shawty

Needs their tall English girlfriends

It's a package deal I think

[deusamatne]

yall ever think about the parallel between mary declaring ‘in this life’ and ava declaring ‘in the next’?

mary breaks formation to avenge someone she loves and she dies. Ava breaks formation to save someone she loves and she dies. Both were done out of love and both ended tragically. Both were on the last ep of the last season

[phoenix-rises-again]

Definitely don’t think we talk about this enough. I love the show for how it’s written and things are played out. I hate Netflix for not giving them the number of episodes or seasons to appropriately flesh these characters out. I don’t want a full 21-episode season, no, I think that would be too much space to fill and we’d get bogged down in inconsequential shit. But I would like 12 episode seasons for sure. Enough time to keep the plot developing and moving, but also enough time to let the characters fucking breathe. Holy shit, these ladies all have to compartmentalize their emotions ALL THE TIME. They are never shown actually dealing with the trauma they’ve been through. In fact, the only time we see Ava come face to face with hers is when she confronts Sister Frances back at the orphanage. But then she’s retraumatized because the bitch tries to murder her again and Ava has to defend herself by killing her!! What!? Like these women are facing impossible things (don’t get me started on Mary losing Shannon or Lilith losing herself ffs) and are just expected to keep going.

It’s almost a comment on the expectations of women in todays society if you stare at it long enough 🤔 the way we’re treated like shit and constantly traumatized but expected to keep moving forward, handle everything, and if we don’t we’re “weak”. Anyways…I digress.

@netflix SAVE WARRIOR NUN

emotional damage wn text below read if u hate yourself!

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[avassharpe]

Warrior Nun 1x07 | Ephesians 4:22-24

[birgittesilverbae]

I'm doing this so you can live your life. So live it.

WARRIOR NUN (2020-2022) 1x01 // 2x08

[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.”

[phoenix-rises-again]

SEE?! SOMEONE GETS MY POINT

@netflix SAVE WARRIOR NUN

#AVATRICE x #MARYSHANNON They never last...

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Shannon's short spring break trip back home is perfect until it isn't... Her life goes up in flames- the only question is, will she run toward it or run away?

Breakfast at O’Connell’s was everything Shannon had always loved about it. Firefighters getting off shift rotated through as heaping plates of the best breakfast in New York slid in front of them. Shannon was lucky enough to have Lucky pressed up against her leg and her dad across the table from her, sipping on coffee and laughing as she regaled him with tales from training and school. 

She’d do anything to make him smile. Anything to prove to him that she was training and doing okay all those states away most of the year. He would do the same—stories from the firehouse, stories from calls– any and all of them really. Shannon liked hearing about even the boring ones. Even old stories about Jo and Benny that she’d heard only a thousand times. 

Oldman O’Connell kept their mugs full, though he always protested that Shannon was too young for coffee and should be having hot chocolate instead. He also brought out an extra plate of the good bacon and two house donuts alongside Shannon’s order of the house special—Irish Benedict. 

The rest of the day went more of the same. On their way back to the house, Shannon’s smile almost split her face when her dad’s truck rolled to a stop by their fishing spot in the Hudson. She hadn’t even noticed their poles or the tackle box in the back of the truck. Lucky was wagging his tail so hard it was pretty clear he was just as excited as Shannon was. 

It was the best spot. There was a good view of the city from here, it was quiet, never very crowded. The only problem was that they never really caught much. Not that they ever ate them, it was more of a catch-and-release program than anything else. They kept the ones when they went upstate, but the catching was never really what mattered to Shannon. 

She just liked spending time with her dad. Sometimes, they would talk. Sometimes, they wouldn’t. Sometimes, they would talk about the hard stuff. Sometimes, they just listened to the water and whatever it was around them. Sometimes, Aunt Jo would come and play fetch with Lucky and talk trash about them not being any good at fishing. 

Today, it was some of all of it. There was the talking about Shannon still wanting to join FD when she graduated college, and Lucky nosing his ball into her foot for her to toss, her dad watching her carefully, not wanting to pry but feeling like there was something Shannon wasn’t telling him.  There weren’t any bites, just enjoying the repetitiveness of tossing a long cast of the line over her shoulder, and slowly reeling it back in. It was always such a mindless rhythm. 

It was everything Shannon hoped her short stop in New York might be, especially when Jo met up with them as they were pulling back into the driveway. They were planning on doing a little workout. The whole day had gone great. The workout back at Paddy’s Field behind the playground was everything that had gotten her ready to play soccer at such a high level. After their run (a little slower this time to let Lucky keep up with them with his aging hips and her Dad’s trick knee), they moved to the agility ladder and some weighted movements using the sandbags they usually kept behind the bushes since no one was ever back here. Shannon brought her soccer ball, too. 

Having it at her feet while Jo and Lucky tried to play defense. Her dad was attempting to play goalie against the rusted fence that had served as their goal for many years. Soccer was never his favorite, but when Shannon told him that she was choosing it over basketball, he got on board so fast. As long as his little girl loved it, he would love it, too. 

The walk back to the house was just as nostalgic as the rest of the day had been. Debating what place to order takeout from. Lucky trotted happily next to her, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as she held her soccer ball under her arm against her hip. The way he looked up at her was maybe one of Shannon’s favorite things in the world. Her dad loved her, Jo loved her, she had all the guys at the firehouse, but Lucky? Lucky looked at her like Shannon was his entire world. 

Jo always joked with her that she shouldn’t ever be with anyone who didn’t look at her with at least half as much love as Lucky did. Then she would quickly accuse Shannon of feeding Lucky scraps under the table because that was by far the easiest way to buy his affections. 

Her dad and Jo were joking on either side of her as they walked too. Talking idly, occasionally making comments about their old age and how it wasn’t fair that Shannon could outpace her dad now. Always making excuses even if he winked after them. His kid was an athlete , and of course, she was going to wipe the floor with him in anything athletic. He was far past being ‘man enough’ to take that away from her. He would give her all the credit she was due. His kid would own every bit of confidence she should. He would make sure of that. 

They turned off Van Cortland Park to head past Jo’s apartment. Shannon never understood why Jo didn’t just live with them. She was over at the Masters’ house most nights they weren’t on shift anyway, or Shannon was spending the night in her own room. Now being a little bit older, Shannon wondered if it was so Aunt Jo could have her own space when she wanted. Or if she ever decided to date anyone, though no one had ever really been around.

Shannon was snapped from her thoughts when the smell of smoke on the wind hit her in the face. The two career firefighters on either side of her immediately stopped their bickering to swing their heads to look for the source. 

Shannon Shannon saw the plumeof smoke first. A little bit down the street, she saw it. The tall columnof dark smoke rose above the trees next to a very familiar corner. “Is that…” 

“Sean.” Jo’s face flashed pale as she looked at her best friend. 

Shannon was right. It was her apartment building, and by the lack of sirens in the distance… well, it just wasn’t good. 

Jo took off at a sprint. 

Sean looked at Shannon before following Jo. 

Shannon dropped her soccer ball—

the soccer ball she’d had since she had been in middle school, it was torn to hell, but it was hers — 

—it bounced on the pavement as she chased after her dad and Jo.

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[wordsmith30]

A parallel I haven’t seen much talk about: how Lilith goes on the warpath for Mary the same way Mary went on the warpath for Shannon (and how they both fall into Vincent’s trap).

Season one Lilith was all about the OCS (or rather her ambition for the Halo). She told Mary not a day after Shannon’s murder that she needed to think about the mission, not her own personal agenda (which was not only hypocritical, but as Beatrice said, unfair). And in that same scene, she dismissed Mary as not being a true member of the team because she wasn’t a nun and didn’t take vows like the rest of them. She was a free agent who operated on her own terms.

But after their tearful reconciliation in the catacombs, Vincent’s betrayal, and Mary’s subsequent disappearance under an army of wraith demons, Lilith’s priorities shift significantly. The start of season two finds her as the new lone wolf as she hunts down Vincent herself. And while the OCS is just as interested in finding him to get to Adriel, Lilith’s only concern is Mary. She’s ready to tear him apart herself, just as Mary threatened that man in 1×02, and then later goes through a whole squadron with her bare hands.

The part that really gets me, though, is Lilith and Vincent’s scene in the car. She’s finally got a lead after two months, finally has a location on Mary. And despite being outnumbered, despite being about to walk into Adriel’s fortress without backup, there isn’t one shred of fear or hesitation. She just tells Vincent to signal the guards. “Put a foot out of place and I’ll –”

“You’ll kill me. I know,” Vincent says.

A small smile plays around Lilith’s mouth. “I won’t kill you,” she says easily. “I’d never take that pleasure away from Mary.”

She gives him a pointed look and Vincent just grimaces before they climb out of the car.

Vincent is jovial as he greets the guards and then gestures to Lilith with an outstretched arm. “I have brought home a friend.”

And Lilith, chuckling, slides right into the embrace like it’s nothing, even putting her head on his shoulder. They walk through the gates just like that, leaning against each other.

It’s such a cruel twist of the knife to think that that’s how they were before. We’ve only really seen Vincent’s one-on-one dynamic with Ava, Mary, and Beatrice, but this ease, this familiarity with Lilith is something completely different. Given her family’s history with the OCS and her claim that she’s trained harder than anyone else, she was probably one of the closest to him.

Their embrace is that of a father and daughter. This was someone she could laugh with, lean on, confide in. Someone she trusted to take care of her. Now it’s just a part she plays on paper so that she can get her real family back.

[warriornunusa]

OMG IT'S HAPPENING!!!!!

SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!!!!!!

Warrior Nun Substack Email TODAY!!!

What do you think it means?! Omg I am panicking! Good panic, sensible panic, but panic all the same!!!

I can be calm. I can be patient.

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[call-me-maggie13]

So we know why everyone in the gang joined the OCS except Mother Superion. Beatrice wanted to not be gay, essentially. Camila’s dad died and she noticed her mom couldn’t afford to feed them both. Lilith was basically born into it (which raises a few plot holes, but whatever). Mary was the daughter of a (justifiable) murderer and was convinced to become part of something bigger than herself by Vincent.

But I really wanna know about Shannon. I wanna know why she joined the convent. I wanna know how she came to be the halo bearer. I need it.

[godsweakestsoldier]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Shotgun Mary/Shannon Masters Characters: Shotgun Mary (Warrior Nun), Shannon Masters, Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun), Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun) Additional Tags: aka the one in which we watch a car crash in slow motion, it's precanon yall, it made me cry a little, i cant tag for shit, major character death doesn't happen for a while, they're a little cute y'all Summary:

Devotion has always held a price. Mary knows and understands this. It's the knowledge of losing the thing worthy of devotion that tears through her.

She wonders if St. Peter had felt this way. - aka Mary and Shannon get comfortable with each other.