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2 for Ava/Lilith or 33 for Beatrice/Lilith for the prompt thing. (I have an agenda, you see.)
2. "I'm just getting comfortable."
33. "Can I ask you something?"
Natalie for you? A twofer. Lord knows I was glad of the extra sentences. (And I still went over 😭)
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There's a sluggish shift against Lilith's back, the sudden weight of a leg slung across her hips that has her immediately jolting awake, tense.
"Calm down," Ava's voice is muzzy with sleep, whisper-soft in the quiet of the bedroom. "I'm just getting comfortable."
Lilith blinks, cranes her neck to look over her shoulder, finds Beatrice sheet-clad in the doorway with a mug of tea and an inscrutably placid expression.
Lilith has never stayed over before, certainty hadn't intended to drift off in their bed at all, and finds herself increasingly embarrassed by the whole thing, unsure of her place despite the coiled ivy grip Ava has around her midsection. But before she can decide how to extricate herself, Beatrice is crossing the threshold towards them, mattress dipping as she curls herself into Ava's back and stretches her arms across them both to press her palms to Lilith's skin, pinning her there with the lightest touch.
"Can I ask you something?" Beatrice asks, voice soft and low, mindful of Ava dozing between them.
Lilith clears her throat and swallows hard, bracing herself for what she's sure will come next: a polite dismissal, cordial but clear. That's quite enough for one night, don't you think?
But when she nods Beatrice hums a pleased note and only says, "Don't run off in the middle of the night this time. Ava's making breakfast."
5ish sentence fic prompts
#warrior nun#avalil#lilbea#uhhh what's the ot3 called#god idk#ava x beatrice x lilith#prompt fills#explosionfic
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Beyond our Space and Starlight - Chapter 6: Entanglements
1 year, 4 months, 14 days.
Holy shit.
Holy shit, Beatrice was kissing her and Ava felt like all over her body she was on fire!
Beatrice had her pinned against the wall with one hand on Ava’s upper arm and the other around her throat, and holy shit Ava might just melt into a puddle from how turned on she was.
Ava had one leg wrapped around Bea’s.
She hadn’t dared to hope for this.
She nipped hungrily at Beatrice’s lower lip, Beatrice licked up into her mouth in retort and Ava shivered. She felt it travel all the way down her spine.
She’d been flirting shamelessly, yes, but she’d been expecting like… a shy confession or something!
Ava grabbed the front of Bea’s shirt and pulled her in close, their bodies grinding together.
She’d been expecting furtive glances, she’d been expecting Beatrice to vaguely allude to potential feelings.
The fingers around her throat tightened, Beatrice’s mouth turned even hungrier and Ava could feel her excitement making her slick.
She’d been expecting handholding for fuck’s sake!
It still didn’t quite feel real, but if it was a dream Ava was going to extract every ounce of pleasure that she could from it.
Only moments later though, she felt Beatrice’s grip loosen and retreat, felt fire wane and the doubt creep in. She began to pull away, and Ava could sense the ghost of an apology start to form on her lips.
Ava would be having none of that.
Before she could get a single word out, Ava grabbed her wrist and pushed the hand that had been at her throat firmly back into place.
Beatrice looked a little taken aback, her train of thought suddenly interrupted.
“Oh.” she blinked.
Then slowly, as the implications of what just happened sank in for both of them, Beatrice’s expression turned sly and dangerous.
“Oh…” she smiled, and her fingers (deliciously) adjusted their grip on Ava’s throat once more.
Ava swallowed, realizing just how much she’d just tipped her hand, how much of the power in this exchange she’d ceded. She’d basically handed Beatrice the keys to her…
…
… ‘heart.’
“Okay—” Ava started, “— I just want to clarify, that, despite appearances, I’m not actually that—”
Beatrice took a half step closer, pushing one of her legs between Ava’s, and a whimper broke free from Ava’s throat with pathetic ease.
“Sorry did I interrupt you? It felt like you were saying something.”
Oh Bright, just fuck her already.
No.
No, she couldn’t give up that easily.
“I… just wanted to say, that as fun as this is, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression,” she had no idea why she was trying to deny the obvious except for some notion of principle? A refusal to admit how much a single kiss had wrapped her around Beatrice’s finger? “Just this is fun, but it’s not affecting me THAT much.”
Beatrice did not look like she bought in the slightest, but Ava kept going.
“It’s just… enjoyable, but don’t read too much into—” she gasped as Beatrice’s fingers slid up under her shirt onto her bare stomach, “— it,” she finished lamely.
“Hmmm, are you sure of that?” Beatrice’s fingers flexed gently against her skin, making Ava feel tingly all over.
Ava was about to affirm herself when Bea’s hand began to turn, her fingers going from pointing upwards, slowly beginning to describe a semi-circle down.
Ava’s eyes went wide and her heart began to pound as she realized what Bea was going to do.
“Quite sure?”
Ava’s mouth worked soundlessly, she couldn’t get the words out.
Beatrice’s fingers now reached the nadir of their arc, the very tips slipping under the waist of her pants.
“Well?” She asked expectantly, giving Ava every chance to back out.
“Positive.” Ava managed to say.
Read the rest on Ao3
#warrior nun#fic: BoSaS#warrior nun fic#my fic#SPICY CONTENT#finally earning our E rating#We got there guys#two more chapters to conclude this arc and get to the reason I wanted to tell this story in the first place#Sorry this took so long#but I'm hoping the wait was worth it#avatrice#avalilitrice#bealil#avalil#sister beatrice#ava silva#sister lilith#lilith villaumbrosia
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Avalil + northern lights? There's no way Ava's ever actually seen them in person
thanks to @frozenabattoir for giving me the idea for this ily 💖💖🥰
Lava Kiss
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Ava opens her eyes and she is kneeling on the shore of a crack that runs right into the earth. Above, dim, like the stabbing of stars through the atmosphere, she can see the faintest flush of colour. The sky bewitched by light.
She knows, she knows what it is. Aurora. (Bea with her voice like warm rain. cold water. like swimming in the pool and the chlorine sticking to her skin. Bea, with her voice)
(i miss you i miss you i-)
The lights, she remembers, are caused by solar wind, by disturbances in the magnetosphere (how Bea’s voice almost vanished around the word sphere, a breathy ‘f’ snuck inside the sound of it). Ava likes her voice. Every sound it makes.
She tries not to think of another voice, the other voice. Breaking in the dark.
The dapple of bloodred light through membrane. The leak of molten orange and her, catching it in a cupped palm before it could touch Ava.
The northern lights are charged particles exciting the atmosphere, and then light. Light.
But you can hardly see it now. Ava, trembling, kneels on the edge of a breakage in the world and remembers.
Lilith.
Walking with her, wings tucked so tight they gasped for air together in the wretched heat. Lilith with her arms around Ava and outside…
Fire. The smell of spitting hissing spitting burning flesh and the grit of Lilith’s teeth. Ava pleading with her in the dark. “Phase. Please Lilith, please just-”
“Can’t.” her teeth. Ava knows how they feel inside her. “I have to leave you behind if I go.”
“Then go.”
Silence.
She didn’t leave and now. And now.
The horizon is a wash of fire, smoke and gas churning thick around them, but the flicker-beat of the halo makes an oasis of light where Ava kneels.
Where Lilith sits, curled into a ball. She is more than half-alight.
Lilith twitches, gasps. Shakes her stupid, beautiful head, the burnt-out ends of hair curled Medusa-like around it.
Ava sees the edge of Lilith’s smile and breaks like a bone. She makes a noise she will not be able to recall later. She moves, she cries, she is always too late.
Roughness underneath her. Young stone, warm to the touch, raw as an unwrapped wound. It tears at her knees and her palms as she darts toward Lilith.
There’s a soft hiss, a sizzling that becomes Lilith’s voice. Why can’t it ever sound strange to her?
“Don’t.”
She has one burning hand raised. Palmprint of blood and blisters. They pop. Molten flesh touches Ava's collarbones.
It hurts.
The palm and Lilith behind it. Hurts.
She is recognizable. That's the worst part of it.
“I’ll heal,” Lilith wheezes.
“Bullshit.”
“Watch.”
A quick-spar of traded syllables. She always loses this fight.
Ava sits back, trying to escape the blur of recollection. Of fighting Lilith, of stabbing slicing clawing biting breaking her. Again and again.
And the strange girl next to her letting it happen. Putting her body in the way like that’s all she can do with it.
If not for her, Bea would be-
“I can hear you thinking. Stop it.”
Her snarl is back already.
Ava tries not to cry about it. On the way through the fire, Lilith called her crybaby five times.
Halo-light makes her an effigy as Ava sits, watches, waits. Tries not to think at all, in fact, of the halo in her chest, the iron now wrapped tight around her heart and tendril-hooked through her spine. Inescapable.
“So,” she says eventually. Ava is not good at silence and she is worse at watching Lilith try not to scream as new flesh splits the skin of her flash-burned back. “Hell is really-”
other people?
“You weren’t in hell.” Lilith sits, burning, pedantic, on the rock next to Ava. Her skin is a swirl of colour, stone shot through with rainbow lines. “I just chose this way back.”
“You chose the path made of lava!? Are you absolutely batsh-”
“It was the only way to keep you intact. To keep the halo with us. I-I had to shield it. I had to-”
She breaks off. Ava can’t tell if it’s pain or frustration or hatred or pain or please, let it stop.
Lilith notices her staring. Always does. Never comments.
This is how they dance around the issue.
“It'll come back clean,” she says, meeting Ava’s eyes - oh, there you are - as droplets of lava leak down the sweep of her wing, bundled up like an old umbrella.
She leans into the curve of it, so small against her wingspan. Legs bare, leaking blood down to her newly-returned toes. Skin splitting, popping, blistering, burning.
Ava doesn’t flinch. She’s shivering, body aching for the humidity of hell. For the dry dunes, their wavering shapes that seem to walk during the night when you collapse at their feet. Beatrice told her once that there are spiders in the desert who will chase your shadow.
“Not you, just your shadow.”
Lilith has her eyelashes, still. Somehow. They cast shadows on her face as her eyes flutter open. Her voice sounds fresh from an oven, low. Little gouts of steaming air escape past her lips, which are all broken up, strings of whatever the mouth is made of hanging down. Bloody ribbons sticking to her chin.
She's a wreck.
Ava loves her.
#warrior nun#avalil#ava x lilith#technically avabealil#tw burns#tw gore#anon#ty for the prompt!#casper writes#(finally 😭😭)#bdbdbdbd i’m so sorry this is the opposite of what you probably wanted 🫠🫠
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For Lilith prompts, how did Lilith react to finding out that Ava accidentally killed Sister Frances? Proud? Annoyed that it was an accident? Mad because she didn't get to do it for Ava? Jealous because Ava got to confront her captor/tormentor and Lilith never truly got to do that to hers (aka her mother?)
She finds her staring out the window morosely. The expression fits Ava's face strangely, like a macabe clown attempting to draw out a laugh at a funeral.
"I know why I'm up, but what the hell are you doing here?"
Ava startles, jumping slightly and knocking her head against the window. "Fucking christ, make some noise next time." She whisper-yells.
"Why are you whispering?" Lilith humors her and drops her voice to a whisper.
"Bea is passed out on the couch." Ava gestures behind her where Beatrice is curled into herself on the couch.
"And why aren't you over there being sappy and disgusting and cuddling in your sleep?" Lilith asks, gently moving Ava's legs over so she can sit on the window sill next to her. Ava waits for her to get comfortable before throwing her legs back over Lilith's lap.
"Couldn't sleep." She says, resuming her window staring.
"Usually when you can't sleep you run around the block, not stare into the sea like a byronic prince." Lilith says. Ava arches an eyebrow, wordlessly asking for her to explain, and Lilith just rolls her eyes. "You're more angsty than usual. What gives?"
Ava glances out the window again then back to Lilith. "Did you ever like it?"
"Like what?"
"When you killed someone." It comes out as a horrified whisper.
Lilith shrugs, looking out the window and finding a low swooping bat to focus her attention on. "Sometimes. I did it so they didn't have to. I liked myself better that way, even if I didn't like the act every time."
"I think I liked it once."
The statement floats out in silence and Lilith lets it settle.
"Tell me about it?" She asks eventually.
"It was an accident, but it also wasn't. Do you remember the orphanage?"
It suddenly clicks. "The woman who killed you." Lilith looks over to Ava but the other woman won't make eye contact with her. "Ava."
"No just..." Ava pouts. "I don't know how to feel about it. It wasn't necessary but it just felt good—"
"It was necessary." Lilith cuts her off. "If you didn't do it, Beatrice would have."
That startles Ava enough to make her look back at Lilith. "What?"
"Beatrice would have killed her if you didn't." She states blandly. "And it would've destroyed her, because at her core Beatrice is a very good person."
"I don't —"
"I am not a very good person." Lilith continues. "You're a fairly okay person, but you deserved that revenge. You deserve to enjoy it. It would eat Beatrice alive if she had to do that for you because she would have liked it too. That woman," Lilith spits out, "she killed you Ava. She tried to do it again when you were brought back to life."
Ava shifts her legs to hug them against her chest. "You think I'm a fairly okay person? Careful Lilith, a girl might think you're sweet on her."
Lilith stands. "Sweet on you? Beatrice is really rubbing off on you." She grabs Ava's head, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "You're a good person Ava. Liking one bad thing does not make you irredeemably evil, otherwise I sure as hell wouldn't be here. You're okay."
Ava looks up, capturing Lilith's lips in a longer kiss. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Seriously."
#avalil#background ot4#but they're not important right now what's important is lilith being a very good bad person#mwah anon I am kissing u on the mouth this was delicious to think about#also lilith saying beatrice would've killed sister frances to obfuscate the point that lilith would have helped#lilith would've made it last and made it very painful
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Lilith tastes smoke, present and familiar, that lingers on Ava’s lips as she kisses her. It’s either the nicotine coating her lips or her proximity that makes Lilith’s head swim.
Ava’s stunning from where she sits straddling her hips backlit in the soft white light from the balcony light. One hand hooked underneath the sharp curve of a mandible, the other cradling a cigarette.
There’s a familiarity to the way Ava asks and Lilith gives. Fingers asking, lips willing to turn towards devotion. Praise has always come naturally to her. A familiar ache deep within her joints, eyes cast up in devotion to statutes illuminated by flickering orange. How she had longed when she was younger for those saints to climb down from the wall, offer her their hands, and raise her above her body.
A devotion turned towards women when her faith failed her. Here, underneath the lights, she finally holds onto something worthy of praise.
“Lil,” Ava calls, leaning back with a soft smile. She’s wearing Beatrice’s jersey, maize in the soft light with the number 9 emblazoned on the right corner. Lilith’s boxers slick as she adjusts against her hips. The half-burnt cigarette illuminates her face as she inhales, exhales, then speaks, “why do you do it?”
Her hand extends, the burning end illuminating her fingertips, a silent offer. Fingers are warm as Lilith accepts the cigarette. It’s soothing as she places it between her lips, a familiar weight, something to preoccupy her mouth. She inhales, her free hand coming to rest against the swell of Ava’s hip; thumb rolling over the dip of her iliac crest.
“I’m good at it,” Lilith mutters, exhaling smoke into the night.
#the aforementioned snippet#boxing au#we'll see how this goes#warrior nun#ava silva#sister lilith#avalil#ava x lilith
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ava is bisexual jesus, and jesus is part of a trinity.
ava is in love with beatrice and has… interesting tension with lilith, and ava also has two hands, i’ve connected the dots
#warrior nun#ava silva#lilith villaumbrosia#sister beatrice#avatrice#bealil#avalil#avabealil#fallenhalo#sister lilith#wn
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Twitch AU chapter 6!
Rated M for Meeting the Friend Group, part 1
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“Mary, I need a reservation Thursday night for two. Can you do that?”
In retrospect, the call shouldn’t have been her first clue. There were other signs for months preceding, but that was the one that Mary noticed first.
“Sure thing, baby girl, although we won't have space until 7.”
“That’s fine. If it can be one of the tables facing the water, that would be even better.”
Facing the water, eh? “I’m sure we can work that. Shan just finished finalizing the new menu. Anything we should know?” She asked her question in a neutral tone, because she knew from experience that if Lilith detected even a hint of probing or curiosity, she would close up like a steel trap.
“No, I’m sure whatever Shannon has picked out will be fine. She has broad tastes, and no food allergies." She. Interesting. Not that a particular pronoun meant anything by itself. Lilith often had work dinners with colleagues of all types, and Cat's Cradle was one of her go-to restaurants to host them. But those dinners weren't usually scheduled for such a late hour, and none of them came with a request for a specific table.
"Alright, Lil, we'll put you down for 7."
It was tough to pick up, and she might have imagined it, but she thought she heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the call. "Thank you, Mary. I'll see you two then. Goodbye."
"Bye, Lil." Once the call ended, Mary pocketed her phone and went to find Shannon. The restaurant wasn't yet open for the lunch hour, so she found her stacking wine glasses at the bar. "Lilith is bringing someone Thursday night. For a date.”
#warrior nun#my writing#twitch au#avalil#ava silva#sister lilith#this one is pure sweetness and fluff#the next one however... well you'll see 😏
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Admit it, Lilith, this moment made you want Ava as much as you wanted to gut her...
#warrior nun#ava silva#sister lilith#lilith villaumbrosia#warrior nun edit#wn edit#warriornunedit#my edit#otp#avalil#fallenhalo#ava x lilith#lilith/ava#warrior nun gifs#wn gifs#my gifs#warrior nun gifset#wn gifset#my gifset#warrior nun fandom#wn fandom#warrior nun season one#lorena andrea#alba baptista#warrior nun thoughts#albabaptistaedit#lorenaandreaedit#avasilvaedit#sisterlilithedit#lilith you're as wet as you are bloodthirsty
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Ava x Lilith "picnic person" from the date prompts!
"I never pegged you as a picnic person," Ava says thoughtfully. "It's a nice surprise."
"I contain multitudes." Lilith hooks the picnic basket over her elbow and grabs the tote bag. "Don't," she cautions, a bit belatedly, having turned and caught a troublemaker's glint in Ava's eye, "or we're going to have a chat about your use of 'pegged' just now."
"It'd be remiss of you to ignore that." Ava settles her Tilley hat more firmly on her head and fixes Lilith in place with a broad grin.
"For Christ's sake, Ava, I'm trying to be nice and–" Lilith stamps her foot, then realises abruptly what she's done. Heat pools in her cheeks.
"Sorry, sorry, I'll lay off you. For a bit."
"I suppose that's the most I could reasonably hope for."
They cross the park at a leisurely pace. The late spring breeze adds just a touch of chill to the air, which Lilith takes as a reminder to double-check that there are two rolled blankets tucked in her tote bag. The motion makes the bag swing into the side of Ava's chair, and Ava directs a swat at Lilith's thigh in the middle of the recovery phase of her push.
"Apologies," Lilith says absently, still digging through the tote. She's sure she'd put the water bottles in there, but–
"Lil, babe, chill. Please. I'm getting exhausted just looking at you."
"Camila said that if I want you to be a part of my life then I should make an honest attempt to get to know you better."
Ava hums thoughtfully. "As opposed to fingering me the moment either of us reveals anything personal, I'm guessing?"
Lilith's silence is answer enough on its own.
"Is that what you want?"
"Do I want to finger you…?"
Ava smacks at Lilith's leg again. "Lilith. Do you want me to be a part of your life?"
"I do," Lilith admits after a long moment, her voice strained, the stain of her cheeks quickly approaching fire engine red. And then she strides ahead with a purpose, veering up a side path to the left and leaving Ava in her wake.
Ava slows, comes to a halt, and watches Lilith go. A grin tugs at the corners of her mouth at Lilith's admission, though, and she pops a few celebratory wheelies before meandering along after her.
#mywn#myfic#fic: dads#two of you asked for this so I'm splitting the thing#ask#ava x lilith#avalil#warrior nun
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Gift for a friend of a friend named Sam!! :D
OC 100% belongs to him!
Also, thank you for all the interaction recently!! I really appreciate it ^^ 💚
#furry#clean furry#sfw furry#cute furry#anthro#anthro art#furry art#furry fandom#avian art#avian oc#avian furry#avali#avali art#avalil#feathers
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What do Sister Irene from The Nun and Ava Silva from Warrior Nun have in common? Well, they're both badass. And, they both sometimes get driven to near-madness, as they deal with their demonic SOs' evil shenanigans.
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Irene, rubbing her forehead: Valak, quit tormenting these children, they did nothing to you... -_-
Ava, opening a bottle of whiskey: Lilith, killing people is not nice :(
#warrior nun#the nun#the conjuring fandom#horror fandom#the conjuring universe#conjurverse#warrior nun fandom#wn fandom#sister irene#valak#ava silva#sister lilith#otp#death and the maiden#avalil#valak x sister irene#valak/sister irene#ava x lilith#lilith/ava#heroine x villain#conjurverse crack#warrior nun crack
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“don’t touch me!” for a prompt! godspeed on ur late shift
ALRIGHT this was a dope prompt, thank u so much.
got this done in one sitting but it DID run away from me a little. or like. severely. depending on your definition
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“No, fuck off, stop,” Ava sputters, dragging herself weakly away by the one arm she can move, lower body leaden and stiff. “Don’t touch me.”
Lilith, weirdly to her credit, at least hesitates. She doesn’t actually listen, presumably because hell hasn’t frozen over, but she pauses a moment before continuing her approach towards Ava.
“Calm down,” Lilith says, voice crisp and accented like a Disney movie villain. She steps closer, kicking up dust Ava can taste on the back of her tongue, and leans down, pulling one of Ava’s arms over her shoulders, sliding one of her own arms beneath Ava’s knees, hoisting her upward with complete and total ease. Like lifting a sack of potatoes.
Ava thrashes, as much as she can (which isn’t much), heart thundering in her ears. “I said stop! Lilith!”
“Ow!” Lilith yelps, jerking her head away and scowling down at Ava. “Did you just bite me?”
continue reading on ao3
#warrior nun#avalil#ava x lilith#sister lilith#ava silva#replies#appleciders#explosionfic#this MIGHT get the ao3 migration treatment later#anyway i love them so much they're so fuckin dumb
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Lilith: I'm a monster Ava
Ava: If you count getting caught up in a inter dimensional beings territorial passing match being monstrous I guess we are both monsters
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Lilith politely allowing Ava the space to confront her abuser and rescue Diego before commencing their fight… because she was raised to be a lady as well as a killing machine
Lilith walked into the orphanage, saw Ava murdering a woman in the hallway, and then slowly backed away like "you know what? I'm just gonna give her a minute" and then she walked back outside and just propped her cute lil ass up on the hood of the car
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“Stop distracting me.” AvaLil 👀👀👀
I know it’s nearly a month later but, this was initially going to be five sentences. However I can’t limit myself to that so you get this monstrosity.
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Ava’s hands are warm as they press into the skin of your wrist. Fingers probing gently at the dark bruises blossoming across tissue, her hand cradling crooked bones and tendons. It’s a touch that’s too gentle for you, and you watch her closely, looking for any sign of that familiar aggression. You watch her turn it over, muttering a quick apology as you wince.
“Ava,” you start, voice raw with disuse.
“Stop distracting me,” her voice carries through the empty room, bouncing off concrete and red lockers.
Shes beautiful in the afternoon light. Sunlight highlighting the swell of cheekbones, casting her eyes into gold. A slight crease forming as she brings her eyebrows together. And your heart fractures, just like your carpals, and you can’t tell which hurts worse.
Her hand is soft as it wraps around chin, a gentle request and you are nothing but obedient. You let her consider you, finding solace in the way dust floats through sunlight. Ava’s lips are gentle where they brush against the bruise forming on your mandible.
“Never do that again,” Ava whispers, her breath hot against tissue.
“I won’t,” you lie and it tastes sweet as it passes across your tongue.
#it’s the famous boxing au debut#I’m also trying a new format#once again inspired by storms#avalil#lilith was a dumbass again#warrior nun#asks
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what I love about the warrior nun fandom is that although we cannot decide who lillith belongs with, we're absolutely unanimous on the fact that she is fruity as fuck
#warrior nun#sister lilith#camlillith#avalil#ot4#whatever name we went with for mary/lilith??#ive read some pretty convincing channel/lillith propoganga#its because she's so hot when she's doing a violence lets not pretend otherwise
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