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MASTERLIST by agendabymooner
note: what i had done so far... i think?
legends/genre:
a = angst g = general fic hc = hurt/comfort h = humour
s = smut (minors, dni) mc = mature content (minors, dni) f = fluff
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alex albon (aa23)
keeper, smau: polly berkshire has obscure interactions with her thirsty boyfriend and it's safe to say that they love each other.
fernando alonso (fa14)
the breakup and makeup series
time to rock and roll, fic: the first time beatrice staedtlander and fernando alonso had broken up. (hc)
heaven, smau: back in 2000s, fernando alonso and beatrice anastasia 'trish' staedtlander were every racing and wrestling fans' couple. years after, trish alonso became a mother and a wife... and the grid's crush of the season. fernando was certainly not happy so what's a better way to remind everyone that he was hers? (f, g, h)
from the ground up, smau: tino and tiago alonso were the twins that trish had given birth to at the age of 40, and everyone understood now why she didn't make it to the 2024 canadian gp. (f)
bonnie and the fame
maneater, smau: bonnie catherine sutton was carlos sainz's ex-girlfriend who returned to the f1 scene as a different woman. turns out, she's fernando alonso's fiancée (f)
ego, smau: never underestimate a woman's self-esteem, it might end up wounding you more than it would her.
jenson button (jb22)
the mr. darcy type, smau: much like the popular love interest, jenson should have known better than to say things that wouldn't impress a woman he grew interested in. OR ada abbott made sure that he worked hard for her time and attention. (f)
affection, blurb: in which, jenson learned that he should just say it without being a little too drunk.
pierre gasly (pg10)
newsflash, smau: ensley soleil doesn’t like playboys. too bad, pierre gasly’s down bad for her (attention and love). (f, g, h)
lowkey, smau: fans thought that pierre moved on from ensley four months after publicly declaring his (love?) for her. funnily enough... (f, g, h)
indigo, chatfic + smau: there's really no reason for pierre gasly to be jealous over some man that ensley wrote 'high school in jakarta' about. not when she wrote one or more songs about the frenchman. (f)
high school in jakarta, fic: meeting ensley’s close friends would also mean that he’d have to meet her high school sweetheart, who he believed he couldn’t compete against until ensley ensured that his two-day attendance wouldn’t be spoiled by some guy who couldn’t let go of some memories she couldn’t even remember.
dancing with the devil, smau: ensley soleil doesn't care about what people are saying about her relationship with pierre especially now that she's married to him. (f)
do i make you nervous, blurb: lesson learned: just date her first rather than being friendly in the bed.
lewis hamilton (lh44)
stevie and lewis (hearth sister!ofc)
thick and thin, smau + fic: lewis should know better than underestimating her and her capabilities to yearn for him for years. (hc)
where the bad girls are (kpop idol!ofc)
lifted, smau: lewis is married to a kpop idol who happened to be one of the girls to shape the image of female groups in the korean pop community.
melody series (x ofc)
summary: with her sharp eyes focused on her audience, a burlesque performer who went under the name of melody returned to rythme romantique, an entertainment lounge which exclusively caters to the wealthiest people of monaco — or in this case, to the people with a status that are recognized by all. her three exclusive performances were meant to be a closure for her connections in the principality. still, a certain formula one driver saw it as an opportunity to reconnect with his former flame after two years of her absence. felicity vos learned that this was a rich man’s world and that he could do whatever he wanted, but she also realized that the agreement they settled on years ago was corrupted the moment he expressed his love for her.
one, million dollar man: monaco was a world of glitz and glamour that she left two years ago. returning to the principality clearly was a huge mistake as she found herself talking to the man who swore to nothing but his love for her.
two, this is what makes us girls: "decorum isn't something you can buy with money or fame." or what did lewis really want from her and why did he show up on the second night of her performance?
charles leclerc (cl16)
of long lines and names, fic: five kids with (almost) five names under six years. OR the three pregnancies that charles had witnessed told him how motherhood and memories could come in two sets of twins and a boy that looked so much like him. (f)
the leclerc daycare, fic: before his last set of twins were born, charles had to watch his boys on his own (not exactly by himself when he's got esteban and pierre acting as his right hand men). (f)
lando norris (ln4)
london boy, smau: nicola 'cola' alessandro moved to britain and what's a better way to introduce yourself to england than taking a trip around with a certain mclaren driver? (f, g, h)
i think he knows, smau: grazia nichols published her debut novel based off formula one, and a fan could have sworn that the the book bf - nolan langford - was based off of lando's character as a driver altogether. (f, g, h)
honey, honey smau series (x ofc)
summary: hannah-sue ‘honey’ lewis is so much like her sideman brother with the exception of the fact that she didn’t watch formula one as much as she used to back when she had her crush on mercedes driver michael schumacher in 2010.
introduction
one, who tf is lando norris: she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on; mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.
esteban ocon (eo31)
the royal wildcard, smau: the british media's good at getting the juiciest details of gossip from the palace, but much to their dismay, princess albertine spencer followed the footsteps of her brother harry and had done an amazing job at hiding her marriage with a certain alpine driver for three months. (f, g, h)
the royal resemblance, smau: albertine ocon lived to give her estranged family something to talk about because of her physical appearance that could be confused with her mother's ghost. too bad, ditty ocon was born into the world with the same heart attack-inducing features.
sergio perez (sp11)
she's beauty, she's grace, smau: in which carmella ayala perez, the miss universe 2018 winner, tied the knot with checo after their five years of relationship and the birth of their second child.
oscar piastri (op81)
jollibee, madrid and all that romantic fiasco, smau: paloma san pedro is carlos sainz's cousin-in-law who also introduced oscar to his newly found filipino fast food chain addiction. safe to say that he bought a ticket last minute just so he can obsess over her, too.
kimi raikkonen (kr7)
stop the world i wanna get off with you, smau: vera 'coppa' coppola-raikkonen is the only one who can make the iceman talk a lot. she's also the only one who can make the chatty versions of him as their three older children (romania, rooney and johann-lauri) make their presence known to the racing community. (f, g, h)
daniel ricciardo (dr3)
rush series (x måneskin member!ofc)
read your diary, smau: it's 2021 and everyone thinks that lester and daniel are dating. lesson learned: never underestimate a fan's investigation skills. (g)
mamma mia, smau: an interview with jimmy fallon gives a brief idea of how lester and daniel came to be. (g)
mamma mia (again), smau: a youtube playlist was created to compile clips of danny talking way too much about his beloved girlfriend (f)
gossip, smau: everyone thinks lester's only here to be a formula one girlfriend with a bad reputation. it's not her fault she's confident. (mc, hc, h)
kool kids, smau: lester and daniel are going to new york to see a musical... while babysitting their "kid" (feat. lando norris) (g, h)
timezone, fic: lester wasn't normally like this, but she's more than willing to pay twice the price just to get to the next flight to where he wanted her: his arms, her home. (hc)
if not for you, smau: messages exchanged between lester and others as she takes care of the wolff children and an ex with the poorest decisions to have existed. (feat. lando norris, max verstappen, charles leclerc and characters from a story) (f, g, h)
baby said, smau: many tweets are posted that they don't often mean. their fans thought that his marriage proposal was one of them. (f, g, h)
supermodel, smau: how not to cry when you're talking about the man who'd give you the wedding that you dreamed of? (f, g, h)
rush series: wedding special
london bridge, smau: the alessandro-ricciardo wedding week is nothing of a peaceful week, and the monday only proved that thought right. (feat. f1 drivers) (f, h) - wedding special 1
fergalicious, smau: the grid singles need to touch some grass… or in lando’s case, go swimming. (feat. f1 drivers) (h) - wedding special 2
l'azienda di famiglia (e le donnole dell'isola), smau + fic: the alessandro family arrived and lando and george found themselves alone with two of the sisters. (feat. lando norris and george russell) (f, g) - wedding special 3
rush: mrs. ricciardo special
part of you, smau: mrs. lester ricciardo asks her followers what to get her husband for his 35th birthday. little did danny know, she’s already got one ready to surprise him (f, g)
when emma falls in love, smau: as her pregnancy progressed, lester ricciardo made sure that her sanity wouldn't go the other way as she posted a thread of journal entries talking about her pregnancy. (f, h)
slipping through my fingers, smau: beau ricciardo was his dad's carbon copy and his mom's little heartbreaker.
george russell (gr63)
his family and her lover, smau: eleanora 'nora' alessandro was more than happy for george's willingness to step up as her children's father regardless of how people poorly reacted on their relationship.
carlos sainz jr. (cs55)
ride home, smau: the ferrari driver accidentally outed himself as a married man, so mona magdalena sainz stepped in to say hi to his loyal fans. (f, g, h) (extra)
dear, smau: nobody loved each other more than magda and carlos sainz. OR a series of tweets in which magda and carlos never took each other seriously. (h)
mick schumacher (ms47)
she's everything... and he's just mick, smau: barbara 'barbie' blanco is the vettel family's foster child that gradually turned to kimi vettel's nanny and mick's crush? (f, g)
"besties", smau: everyone swore that mick and barbie are more than "babysitting pardners" (f)
who is kenough, smau: mick nearly took the piss from arthur leclerc after the posts that the monegasque had of barbie. too bad, mick was already hers before arthur could even try.
kenergy unfolded, fic: written version of who is kenough OR arthur leclerc was only scheming just so mick could do something about revealing his relationship with barbie.
lance stroll (ls18)
gotta be you, smau: bora mckinnon made her presence known in the paddock one year after lance broke up with her. now, they're all over the media because of his presence in her three birthday celebrations. the question still stands: are they getting back together?
yuki tsunoda (yt22)
line without a hook, smau: pia ellis misses her mystery bf that everyone thought to be her delusions. it turns out he's a formula one driver who definitely misses her too.
max verstappen (mv1)
to loathe and to love series (x ofc) (wip)
summary: there is a massive difference between the two words, but sylvie was more than willing to blur out the line if it means for her to spend some time with what others called her soulmate, max verstappen.
one, it’s time to go: sylvie attended a christmas party and couldn’t seem to do what she normally did on the paddock: avoid max (a)
two, closure: her memories haunted her so much that the red bull team principal thought of her to be incompetent, so it was only ideal of max to face the music too. (a)
three, goodnight n go: she wasn't sure what was more surprising: toto's presence on her graduation celebration or max's expensive graduation gifts. (f)
four, gorgeous: there's nothing more satisfying than seeing christian horner own up to his own mistake. that, and max's office-warming gift that he dropped off in sylvie's new on-site office.
five, cinema: sylvie was left feeling unsure when she and max did things that friends normally wouldn't do after she was broken up with by another man. (hc, mc, s)
six, satellite: max verstappen might've avoided talking about what they had done before all of this, but he was certain he wouldn't get out of his way just to ignore her as he swore not to her one way or another ever again. (a, hc)
seven, mean: sylvie found herself with a million and a half pounds and winning against the boys who brought her racing career to an early end.
eight, long story short: they're friends, they said. they bought a house and adopted a dog together, they definitely did.
nine, mastermind: max wasn't going to admit that he was jealous. he wasn't going to tell her that he sabotaged her blind date, either. not that she didn't know.
ten, comfort crowd: ah yes, the first monday of may. when everyone speculated that sylvie was merely using him and when she finally admitted to missing him for the past four years.
eleven, matilda: they don't know much, maybe, but they know how they'll raise their children away from the toxicity that they grew up in, all thanks to their fathers who did nothing but set expectations. (hc)
extra: matilda volume two, smau: set years after the tltl series in which sylvie and max have the most adorable set of kids called emilia, lila and maximilian. (f)
to loathe and to love: extras (x ofc)
lost in japan, smau: just two lost souls (with a tour guide) travelling to japan to make up for the childhood they missed. (f)
sebastian vettel (sv5)
crazy rich wife, smau: everyone (some twitter account) wonders where the recently retired german driver had gone to after the 2022 season. thank god for bel vettel, his fans now know that he’s still alive and is being spoiled and pampered by his wife. (f, g)
sweet spoiled husband (+ son), smau: mick schumacher is a grown man that both bel and seb treat like their own child. (f, g)
sweet spoiled schatzi, smau: bel and seb introduce the newest addition to their little family, and mick seems to love kimi vettel as much as a godfather loves his godchild. (f)
sweet little similarities, smau: bel and everyone could tell that kimi vettel was becoming more like his father, sebastian's, carbon copy as days went on. (f, g, h)
sebastian and sons (and soufflés), fic: day in the life of a retired sebastian vettel, featuring his kids kimi and barbie (and a nervous mick). (f)
toto wolff
colour me your colour series (x ofc) (wip)
summary: tilly marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. everyone but one. and it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?
one, what a beautiful sight that was: it was 2006 and she wanted nothing but to finish her research paper. their curiosity led them to a fifteen minute conversation that they would need to continue eight years after. (g)
two, tilly marie wants to go to hell: it's 2014 and she attended the british gp as a communication liaison for red bull. she didn't know that the man she met years ago was the team principal of mercedes, the rival team that her best friend drives for. lewis hamilton was more than amused to see her flustered, if you were to ask him. (g)
three, juliet's hit list: how can one give the heart eyes? daniel and lewis found tilly and toto flirting behind the cameras and behind the press audience and decided to mess with them. (g)
four, fast lane but not the race weekend kind: daniel and lewis might as well be attending a sleepover if they keep asking tilly about her relationship with toto. (g)
five, how to romance and cry in the same day: tilly goes on a date with toto for the first time and learns about her father's intention to pass ownership to her. (a, f, g)
six, love on camera: tilly and toto have a bad habit of flirting not so subtly.
seven, age is just a number and love is just a shame: tilly, while she believed her mother was right about the age difference between her and a certain mercedes team principal, is sure that she isn't falling fast and hard for him.
colour me your colour: extras (x ofc)
the paddock's resident it girl, smau: besides from owning three of mercedes' competitors in the track and being the mercedes team principal's wife, she's also known as the cool girl of the paddock for her taste in fashion and husband. (f)
the paddock's lucky husband, smau: with him being spoon-fed with love from his children and wife, toto really couldn't ask for more. OR tilly wolff liked to talk about fashion but her family? she might as well write a whole book about them. (f)
the paddock's resident menace and the dame, smau: tilly wolff was presented with a damehood and her daughter tia, the girl who tends to act on her mischievous way (all thanks to toto), celebrated her 7th birthday during the silverstone gp week. fans recall her best moments in sky sports and media overall.
f1 drivers (general)
9 to 5 series (x characters) (spin-off of cmyc and rush)
summary: lorelei hester ‘lester’ alessandro is a bassist first and daniel ricciardo's partner second. but it seems like another role is added to her resume as she begins her weekend in baku as toto wolff’s children’s babysitter.
the original five and the playlist
one, baby names and text messages: lester receives a text message from an unknown number, only for her to offer max verstappen's seat to her boyfriend.
two, max's lowered iq and linkedin profiles: max tries to defend himself as he experiences the morning wrath of lester.
three, the most toto coded children: toto gets ready for the baku weekend by styling his daughter's hair and thinking that he could just stay at home and talk business with his kids.
four, papa, soren and tia's promise hug: lester's more worried that she'll mess up her duties and upset the father of the two wolff cubs.
five, the little weapons of destruction distraction: the first half of her babysitting day consisted of reading too much, learning the word 'accident' and daniel ricciardo being a bad influence on toto wolff's shy son.
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Round 3, double elimination poll for bracket A
Propaganda for Blupjeans here
Propaganda for Avatrice: "Beatrice is a badass ass-kicking nun, very lethal, very gay. Ava is a super-powered ray of sunshine, also very lethal, very small. They have shared trauma ofc, but support each other and kick serious ass together defeating demons and internalized homophobia💪🏼💪🏼"
Propaganda for Beauyasha: "They’re literally so cool, they could both snap someone’s neck in a second, but then they’d settle down for some nice tea {:"
"their first date involved fighting ninja dogs <;3"
"They spent 500 hours of irl time and uncountable hours in game time pining, and then more being simultaneously cottagecore wives, badass rich-jerk-beating librarians, revenge against all who wronged them, world savers, bar owners, cult starters, cult enders, talking down an eldritch horror, Being eldritch horrors. Then have a canonical "who's touched more tits." argument Yasha flies beau in her wings and catches her, her rage sustaining her love. They're both incredibly silly and got matching tattoos from both their friend/former crush, AND a turtle pirate navigator. Yasha is 6'8" and flys & Beau is 5'4". Yasha surfed on a fucking greatsword into a pit of mad science monsters. Beau has so many moments of badass I genuinely cant pick which one is most awesome to post here for propaganda. Beau is simultaneously one of the head investigators of a group elite librarian ninjas, and also a complete dumbass. She is so cool, and so Not cool at the same time. Yasha is edgy and goth, and plays a Bone Harp! and also collects flowers for her dead wife and is too awkward to look beau in the eyes and once tried to compose a love poem that started "Oh beau beau beau, eyes so blue and hair so shorn on the sides." Their friend set up a "three people, but only 2 beds for them, and then they each, Individually decided they were more comfortable on the floor so as not to share a bed. So they did. Next to eachother. On the floor. Next to an Empty bed."
#bqcb round 3#taz#the adventure zone#blupjeans#avatrice#warrior nun#critical role the mighty nein#critical role#beauyasha#taz lup#barry bluejeans#ava silva#sister beatrice#ava x beatrice#beauregard lionett#yasha nydoorin
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i love the idea of babea au beatrice ghosting into ava’s room at the orphanage, taking in the posters on her walls and the stack of old books on her shelf, yellowed things even the libraries didn’t want anymore. ava tracking her as she stands there in the doorway & bea wondering who would possibly want to kill this girl.
(thinking of herself in the alleyway. the cold wet pieces the police would have found her reduced to if not for mary. arrested by the thought of lilith capturing that needle, of mary’s whipcrack motions in the moonlight falling on blood)
ava’s little ‘i couldn’t stand her’ and bea huffing out a real laugh, thinking the halo ought to rebel against it. snuff it out like an injury, because she feels as if the laugh cracks her open. that it lets out a little light. bea thinking, this child needs all the light i can give her.
assuring ava that they’ll make certain only good people are stationed here (some former ocs sisters, bea thinks, who know what it is to have nightmares, to feel like spare parts. ripping away from the thought because shannon)
ava nodding and ‘cool, cool.’ a thoughtful look, bea raising an eyebrow to invite it out. ava like ‘what i really want is someone to read to me. i know some places have the money to get audiobooks and stuff, but not here. do you, uh, like reading?’
bea, whose hands are accustomed to blood, to metal, looking down at her feet. ‘i did. i do.’
and so it begins, softly, with bea back at mary’s apartment looking through her old bookshelves. bea with the hood of her hoodie pulled up, stumping around in the library for books ava’s asked about, others bea just thinks she might like. ava falling in love with bea angling the page towards a slant of sunlight, in her civilian clothes, old star wars tees and shorts or slacks, looking so young. reading to ava but also getting her a phone and loading it with accessibility features so she can ask it to read to her when she can’t fall asleep. ava falling for bea’s voice, the way she grows braver over time and does voices, accents, drawing on her training for undercover assignments. she’s oddly good at this.
bea falling for ava over spun stories, soft light and old clothes and ava sending her voice texts at night so she wakes up and pulls on her boots and listens to ava say ‘good morning bea’ over and over and over again
yeah you're right and also is it possible to go one day without you hitting me over the head with a steel chair asking for a friend
#warrior nun#ask#'anon'#babea au#avatrice#ava x beatrice#i mean please don't stop but also ough#i am rotating but also peak fried rice brain
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Ava motioned towards the two women in the other room with her head.
"Don't you think…?"
Sister Beatrice furrowed her brow.
"What?"
The halo bearer repeated the movement, exaggerating it.
"Don't you think…?"
"... Doctor Salvius? And Mother Superion? Ava! We take vows, you know."
"I know, I know," Ava replied, deflating somewhat. "I'm just saying. I mean, look at them. You can't in honesty say you don't think they'd… You know. Match."
Sister Camila walked past them giddily.
"I don't think," she said, "I know."
Ava and Beatrice turned to her, the former slack-jawed but exultant.
"Camila, spill the beans!"
#warrior nun#warrior nun drabble#doctor superion#i mean it is. from an angle. it's there!#narratives and similar#ava silva#sister beatrice#sister camila#it's weird tagging jillian and suzanne since they don't show up despite it being about them so i won't#also i am so sorry about how silly this is. next one is better i promise#and there i'm giving you something now send me good vibes that the oneshot will get finished soon lol
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jt (finally) watches warrior nun - s2 e1 (pt 1)
Slowly, slowly making my way through s2 e1 (finally!) so I think I’ll just post as I go because this is gonna take me a while. Plus it doesn’t help that it’s these avatrice scenes lol
So let’s talk about that first avatrice scene (I’ll be referencing this video clip throughout because making gifs and me don’t mix) - and wow, I did not expect that to be right at the start. They really weren’t messing around in building up avatrice for this season huh?
Anyway, three things that stuck out to me in this scene: 1) how tense Beatrice is, 2) conversely, how easily she bends to Ava, and 3) that was not the first time Ava has kissed Beatrice.
(Gonna make separate posts for each of these because oops, this got long)
First, Beatrice’s tension - I mean this both in an emotional and physical way. To start with the former: Bea scolds Ava for chatting up customers and talking about Adriel, but how did she know when she was upstairs?
As in: In order for Bea to have known this, she either has super-hearing and can hear from upstairs (or planted listening devices/spy bugs around the bar - that actually would’ve been interesting but still unlikely) or she went downstairs, witnessed the interaction - likely huffed a bit lol - then went back upstairs. And somewhere in that sequence, she asked Hans to get Ava for her.
That seems a lot, no?
It did make for a cute intro to Bea though, seeing her pop out like that and in civilian clothes, but idk, it just makes me amused at how … extra, how tense, how wary she is. Even after two months, she’s still wound up - though, perhaps if she’s aware of her feelings for Ava here, then this is her reaction to that awareness: to be more strict, more tense, more discreet.
Because I feel like to Beatrice, “discreet” is less about not attracting attention and more about being hidden. It fits how she’s functioned thus far - hiding her self behind being a sister warrior (remember what Beatrice said in s1 e8? “Pain is what made me a sister warrior” not, “Pain is what made me who I am”), hiding and hating her queerness.
So it makes sense that Beatrice would see Ava “chatting up customers” about Adriel and instead of engage Ava right there (or even be the one to ask her to talk instead of Hans), she instead chooses to hide herself away.
Huh. I just realized - hiding is Bea’s version of running away.
Okay this is kinda fascinating because all the talk about running has been about Ava, which has been deliberate and I’m looking forward to seeing that arc play out, but huh, I never thought about Beatrice running. She runs from her feelings - examples that are coming to my head are when she denies her jealousy, but we also have her physically running away from Ava when they have the balcony talk (i.e. the “I let my emotions blind me to the mission” scene).
But Ava doesn’t let her hide - Ava’s the worst at hiding, really. She’s too bright, too open, and, this is part of my second point (which I’ll make a separate post for because this is already getting long lol), that it’s Ava’s light that brings Beatrice out of the dark, that eventually gets Beatrice to bend and release that tension.
Okay, need to end this here, will be back with the other points ... sometime soon. Hopefully lol
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Princess Eugenie appears at ANTI-TRAFFICKING event in Davos... after dad Prince Andrew was axed as working royal over claims he'd slept with Epstein trafficking victim Virginia Giuffre
Princess Eugenie appeared at a panel in Switzerland to raise awareness of modern slavery on Tuesday��
Eugenie, who was supported at the talk by her sister Princess Beatrice, co-founded the Anti-Slavery Collective in 2017
It comes after their father, Prince Andrew, was put back in the spotlight after new documents again highlighted his relationship with Jeffrey Epstein
Comment: Sorry, starting to sound like a distraction to me…..
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Right on Time (Ch. 1)
When Ava makes the jump, she’s assuming that she’ll emerge in one of Jillian’s 1,000 rooms, or maybe in Cat’s Cradle, if she’s lucky. Instead, when she bursts through the Arc, she’s back in Adriel’s stupid fucking upside-down cake of a church, about 20 feet from where she took a lethal hit of Divinium shrapnel (totally unnecessarily, as it turns out) and almost died. There are at least two dozen people she doesn’t recognize gaping at her. It’s not what she’d hoped, to say the fucking least.
When her ears stop ringing, she hears feet pounding on cement and a broken, “Ava!” And suddenly, she’s good. Because the body hurtling toward her? That’s exactly who she’d been hoping for.
“Beatrice.”
And of course it’s Beatrice, still somehow graceful as she stops from a dead sprint in front of Ava. Beatrice, who is the least composed that Ava has ever seen her, including that one time she came home early from the bar and accidentally walked in on Ava naked-lounging on their bed after a shower. She can see Bea’s frantic eyes trying to analyze every part of her body for injury, her hands hovering as close as they possibly can to Ava’s body without actually touching her. She doesn’t let herself touch Ava, because, and Ava knows this, because she knows Beatrice, she’s worried that she’ll hurt her. It’s very sweet and absolutely not going to work.
Ava throws her arms around Bea, pulling her close and whispering into her neck, “It’s okay, I’m okay, I promise.”
Ava’s senses are still acclimating to this world, so she’s hyperaware of every part of Bea. She lets herself drop into the sensations, lets everything else fall away. Bea smells different, the normal hint of cloves replaced with something much more clinical and antiseptic. There’s the familiar press of knives against her sternum and stomach, moving with every hard breath. Across Bea’s back below the straps of her knives, Ava feels cotton, smooth against the pads of her fingers and much softer than the fabric of her typical tunic, below that, the tense muscles of Bea’s shoulders and back. Ava presses in gently, curling her fingers into muscle in the way she used to when Bea was tensed up over the books in the bar, or hunched over the cutting board clearly taking out stress over Adriel on the veggie of the day. It seems to work—she lets out a breath and leans her body into Ava.
After a moment, Bea’s arms circle her waist, holding her tightly, and she murmurs, lowly, “Ava.” And Ava lets out a small sob of relief because Bea’s voice around Ava’s name is exactly the same as Ava remembers, the low pitch taking Ava back to nights in Switzerland, when Bea would half-wake at Ava’s return from a late shift, throw an arm around her on reflex and whisper her name into the dark of their bedroom. It was Bea at her least guarded and Ava knew it was a gift to see her that way, relived those moments as often as she could when she was stuck in the hellhole that is Reya’s realm. Bea tightens her grip, and Ava can’t believe she gets to have this again.
She lights up, literally, as she does these days, the halo sheltering Bea in its glow.
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While she’d have preferred to stay wrapped up in Bea for at least a few hours before having to acknowledge anyone else’s existence, they get about a minute before other members of the OCS converge on her.
Or, they attempt to converge on her. The second Beatrice hears movement toward them, she turns around and they almost simultaneously take a step back, all except Camila, who flings herself at Ava and then pulls Bea into a hug with them both.
As they pull apart, Ava smiles at Cam and takes Bea’s hand, keeping her close. She can’t help but notice the looks Bea is getting from the other sisters and randoms (former followers of Adriel? The Church? Some other badly-dressed cult?) taking up space in the basement. Bea must notice but doesn’t appear to give a shit. She keeps hold of Ava’s hand and steps forward just slightly so she stands between Ava and the strangers. Ava, having just spent who fucking knows how long getting the magic metal in her back supercharged by a god, could flatten everyone in the room without breaking a sweat, would do it without hesitation if any of them made a move toward Bea. But she doesn’t pull Bea back, just squeezes her hand and admires the set of her shoulders—protective Bea is just as hot as she remembers.
Hotter, even, as she stands there in what must be clothes loaned from Arq-Tech security, tapered black pants tucked into familiar boots and a long-sleeved black shirt with the Arq-Tech logo on the sleeve. Ava never really thought the paramilitary vibe would do it for her but she also never thought a fucking nun’s habit would be top five on her list of turn-ons either so she’s down to roll with basically whatever at this point. She has a sudden vision of Bea as a mime. She could learn to love stripes. Ava lets herself stare for a second longer before turning back to Cam.
Camila is smiling her biggest smile, tears in her eyes, and she reaches out to squeeze Ava’s forearm.
“Welcome home. We missed you.”
Ava isn’t willing to let Bea go right now, but she turns her hand somewhat awkwardly to grip Cam’s forearm back, letting her smile grow as wide as it can. She feels tears start to prick at her own eyes.
“I missed you, too,” she wipes at her suddenly wet face, “so much.”
Camila steps into a half-hug, wrapping her arm around Ava’s waist and leaning into her side. Unlike Bea, she’s back in her habit, the semi-tactical version, and suddenly Ava, wrapped up in two of her very favorite people, is crying harder, the weird, happy tears of disbelief she hasn’t cried since the early halo days, years ago (years ago) now. Bea presses close in concern, body still between Ava and whoever is out there, the hand not in Ava’s coming up to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. Ava presses up to kiss her forehead, smiling and laughing as she comes back down.
“I’m counting this as the next, Bea. You ready?”
Bea’s eyes are still clouded with concern but her smile grows as big as Ava has ever seen it. She’s beautiful.
Bea blushes.
“Said that out loud, huh?” Ava shrugs, keeps grinning. “You should probably get used to it.”
Camila gently jostles Ava.
“You’re very cute, the two of you. You’ve also got an audience. Are you feeling well enough to travel? Just back to Jillian’s.”
Ava moves forward, pulling Bea to her side, so she can see the rest of the room. Camila’s right. If anything, there are more people in the room now, most with more recognizable Arq-Tech or OCS affiliation. They’re staring at her, not even pretending to be doing anything else. But Ava sees all of their eyes keep flickering back to Bea, like they’re keeping track of exactly where she is and what she’s doing. Ava doesn’t like it, purposefully angles her body so that the halo is visible to them, lets it flash to life and hum lowly. There’s a murmur. Good.
“Cam, who the fuck are all these people?”
Camila ducks her head around to look at Ava’s back, comes back with a raised eyebrow.
“Thought I’d give them something to look at, at least. In fact...”
Ava smiles, decides to show off a little as she lets the halo create a dome of light and warmth around the three of them, now able to keep Cam and Bea protected with hardly a thought. It’s worth it for the looks she gets from them, delight and awe from Camila, something like relief and affection from Bea. The murmur grows louder. Ava can feel their eyes.
“To answer your question, Cam, I feel fucking fantastic. Please get me out of this room.”
Camila nods and starts walking toward the elevator.
“Of course. Let’s go.”
Ava falls in behind her, Bea at her side.
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Ava takes the ride as a chance to be as close to Bea as possible. Camila basically shoves the both of them at the back door before hopping into the driver’s seat. Ava climbs in first, tugging Bea in after her and throwing her legs over Bea’s lap, tucking herself into Bea’s body. Bea cradles her close. Ava’s not actually in her lap, but this is the closest comfortable option for a car ride. It’s not the safest position, but she could literally wrap the van in a bubble if she needed to (Reya fucking sucks but she did teach Ava some cool new tricks) so she’s not worried about it.
As they pull into the road, Camila calls Superion, puts the phone on speaker.
“Camila. Is it true?”
“Yes. She’s back.”
The tentative and hopeful “Ava?” that comes through is almost enough to make Ava cry again.
“It’s me.”
There’s a sob on the other end of the line. Bea’s arms tighten around her.
“Welcome home.”
And then Ava’s crying again, pressing her face into Bea’s neck while Bea runs her fingers through her hair.
“We’re on our way, Mother. Half an hour so.”
“Good, good. We’ll see you soon.”
Camila looks in the rearview, actually winks at Ava when she catches her eye.
“Actually, could I speak to Dora? I was hoping to discuss the logistics of the Arc and revising temple clean-up timelines.”
Superion answers after a moment, confusion evident.
“I’m sure she’s here somewhere but can it not wait?”
“I just wanted to get a head start because of...the weather. Beatrice can keep Ava company while we discuss the details.”
“Ah.” Superion says, obviously amused. “Yes, of course. Let me go find Sister Dora for you so that you two might discuss...the potential for rain. Hello, Beatrice.”
Ava stares out the window at the clear blue sky, wonders how it is that being very badly wing-womaned by two nuns invested in her queer lady romance isn’t even close to being the weirdest shit that’s happened to her in the last day alone.
“Hello, Mother Superion.”
Bea’s voice is even, because of course it is, but Ava sees the pink in her cheeks, runs her thumb along the color, watches it become more pronounced.
“It will be nice to have you back at the house.”
“Thank you. It will be good to be back.”
Back? Has Bea been gone? She raises an eyebrow at her. Bea traces it with her thumb, murmurs, “tell you later” into Ava’s ear. She shivers and makes a kind of embarrassing, and definitely loud enough to be heard in the front seat, noise. Camila clears her throat.
“Right. Any word on Dora?”
She takes the phone off of speaker and busies herself working through what, Ava puts together from key words, is total bullshit mixed with some small talk.
Ava takes full advantage of a moment alone-ish, letting her hands wander, tracing patterns across Bea’s sternum and over her bicep, down her arm, along her jawline and the shell of her ear, taking note of the things that make Bea’s breath hitch and filing them away for later. And, like, they’re not fucking in the back seat—everybody’s clothes are on and she’s keeping it PG—but it’s gotta be just as bad, maybe worse, in terms of shit other people don’t want to see. Because Ava’s just like, adoring Bea, or whatever, with Camila right there in the front, and she knows it’s fucking gross, way too intimate for anyone but the two of them. Ava’s pretty much beyond shame at the moment, what little she had abandoned in Reya’s realm, but she feels a little bad for subjecting Cam to their...whatever it is. Not too bad, though, because she basically gave Ava a thumbs up (a wink, actually) to all but jump Bea and Cam will 100% be giving her shit for this later, anyway. Now, though, Cam appears to be totally ignoring the rearview (really throwing traffic safety to the wind here), her voice much louder than necessary as she speaks to Dora.
Bea lets Ava’s hands wander and keeps hers mostly still around Ava’s body, steady and sure, eyes always waiting for Ava’s when she looks for them. Ava knows that she and Bea have to talk. Of course they do. But she’s just spent a few years hanging around gods and demi-gods and angel-demons whose only understanding of physical contact is violence, not that Ava would’ve been looking to cuddle one of those total fucking egomaniacs anyway. It’s just, after the halo, she had gotten used to being tactile with the people in her life, to showing affection and care with her hands. She had taken full advantage of her ability to touch, and to let herself be touched (or to decline to be touched). And then she was alone again, able to touch but almost always through violence, able to feel but offered little more than pain. Reya touched her to mess with the halo, occasionally, and while Reya wasn’t Sister Frances, Ava always felt the echo of her, of that kind of violation, a perfunctory interest in Ava as the inhabitant of a body she was obligated to care about.
So Ava kept the phantoms of Bea’s hand on her face, Bea’s arms around her, for as long as she could, thought over and over of the casual brushes of her hands on Bea’s back and shoulders in the bar and in their flat, of the press of her body in sleep, of the sensation of Bea’s hair, damp from the shower, when she’d cave to Ava’s begging and let her play with it, sometimes keeping in the braid Ava loved weaving over and over.
(Bea taught Ava to braid a week into their time in the flat, after she caught Ava watching her put her own braid together before training. She brought home some colorful thread, taping it to the table in front of both of their chairs in sets of three.
“Bea.”
She had kissed her cheek for the first time, then, a little overwhelmed with the simple kindness of Beatrice. Bea had looked something like bashful, lifting her shoulders lightly as she sat, “It’s great for dexterity.” After a moment, quieter, “And I thought maybe you would like to learn.”
After a night of sitting and practicing with her like she hadn’t been doing it her whole life, like there was nothing more interesting than watching Ava learn to fold the string into a pattern, Beatrice had smiled at her and said, uncharacteristically shy, “Maybe tomorrow you could try with my hair. If you’d like.” Ava had to stop herself from kissing her.)
She’d tried so hard to live on memories of touch, and it had kept her going. Now that she’s back? She’s not going to deny herself the comfort of touching Bea, of feeling Bea’s touch. They’re making up for a lot of lost time.
“I like your new look,” Ava says as she pulls at the fabric of Bea’s sleeve. “Mercenary chic. You’re,” she makes eye contact with Bea, “killing it.”
Beatrice laughs. Ava wants to make her laugh forever. Ava is in love.
“Dr. Salvius sent some clothes.” Bea had been gone, then. Ava bookmarked that for later. “I couldn’t wear the habit anymore. I won’t be putting it on again.”
Ava stills her hand on Bea’s elbow, presses gently.
“Bea.”
She smiles at Ava. Jesus, Ava is fucked for her. Absolutely gone. It’s the best feeling in the world.
“I knew before we went to the temple, Ava. It was always going to be my last mission for the Church. As a sister, anyway.” She eyes Camila in the front seat. “I want to talk to you about it. But later?”
“Of course,” Ava resumes the pattern she had been tracing on Bea’s forearm.
After a moment, Bea moves her hand from Ava’s legs to touch the material of Ava’s tunic, runs her fingers along the patterns pressed into the dark leather. She doesn’t ask, but Ava answers.
“It’s stronger there. There’s a kind of…energy that Reya wraps around it, but it doesn’t work here. She did teach me to do something like it with the halo, though—it’s pretty fucking cool. I’ll show you later.”
Ava covers Bea’s hand with her own and taps their twined fingers gently on the leather.
“And anyway this was really only for training, for everyday stuff. There’s a whole fuckton of other armor she has for the real fights. Honestly, Bea, it’s unbelievable.”
Bea’s body stiffens for a moment before she forces herself to relax. Ava feels the familiar pattern of intentional breathing against her body. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. Bea puts a finger under her chin and holds her steady, eyes serious.
“Ava. You said earlier that you were okay.”
Ava grins at her, “Fucking fantastic, I think I said. And I am.”
Bea rolls her eyes lightly.
“Right, yes. Fucking fantastic.”
Ava gasps, puts her hands over her heart.
“Language, Sister Beatrice.”
Beatrice leans closer, taking Ava by surprise.
“Not a sister anymore.”
Her voice is low, breath hot on the skin of Ava’s neck. Ava swallows.
“Well, fuck.”
“Language, Ava,” and Ava can hear the smugness in her tone, is so happy that Bea is teasing her that she could fucking cry. Ava immediately flips her off, and Bea grabs her finger, curls it gently back in to make a fist, which she pulls close to her chest.
“I know you said you’re okay, but Ava,” she squeezes around Ava’s wrist, serious again, “you don’t have to be. I know you want to take care of yourself and that you hate feeling like a burden. I understand why. I respect how independent you are,” a wry grin, “even when it makes my life harder.”
Ava flattens her hand and puts her palm against Bea’s sternum, feels the press of leather where the strap of her knives sits. She stays quiet as Bea breathes in.
“But Ava, you are part of a family now. You are loved, and the people who love you want to know the truth, when they ask how you are doing. They want to listen and to be happy or sad with you, or to help you, if they can. It is not weak to let yourself be loved that way. I know this must feel a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. I promise I am working on letting myself be loved, too.” Bea smiles softly at her, her eyes growing wet, and Ava traces her hand up her neck, to her cheek. “You helped me understand that I might be worth loving, Ava, for myself.”
“Beatrice.”
Bea turns her face into Ava’s palm and presses her lips to the skin she finds. Ava’s body lights up.
“The point being, we all want you to actually feel fucking fantastic, and we don’t need you to pretend when you aren’t.”
Ava notices suddenly that the van is actually silent. Camila is no longer half-yelling at a sister in alternating languages. She is instead quietly driving, hands at ten and two, knuckles white on the wheel. Bea has noticed, too, is watching Camila quietly. Cam is the one who speaks next.
“I haven’t been listening. I swear. But Dora had to go and I’m waiting on someone to call back to confirm a transport plan for the Arc so I just happened to hear...”
“It’s okay, Camila.” Two voices at once. Cam makes eye contact in the rearview.
“She’s right, Ava. You’re our family. We love you. You don’t have to be okay for us to love you. We want to listen. We want to help.”
Ava sighs, leans up to grab Cam’s shoulder and squeeze before settling back into Bea, pressing a light kiss to her cheek.
“I...am going to need some help. I know that. But also I’m okay. It’s complicated.”
“It’s allowed to be complicated,” Bea says, intentionally loud enough for Camila now. Camila nods.
“I do want to talk about it. I really do. But first I want to eat like so much food. Can we please get ice cream? I really want ice cream. Also, weirdly, eggs. And a shower.” She groans in pleasure at the thought. “And, like, god, Bea, can we stay in bed for at least 4 days?”
She says it without thinking because she and Bea had been sharing a bed (in a friend way, because that’s a thing) for weeks before she left and bed had become theirs not hers, something she had held onto tightly when she was gone. She’s honest to god not even talking about sex (not that she wouldn’t ask Bea to stay in bed with her in a sex way, obviously, she just wasn’t right then because Ava would like to have an actual conversation about what’s happening between them that doesn’t involve the time pressure of a violent death or poor fucking Sister Yasmine lurking in the background). But she hears it the moment she says it and, welp, it’s out there now. Moment of loving friendship broken by Ava’s loud fucking mouth.
Beatrice chokes on air. Camila quickly reaches up to physically turn the rearview so that she can’t see the backseat. Which, like, aggressive. Ava didn’t ask Bea to fuck right here, right now. She didn’t ask her to fuck her at all! She pushes away the yet her brain throws at her. Not the time.
The phone rings again. Ava swears she hears a, “Thank you, Lord,” from the front before Cam is speaking loudly again.
Bea appears to have recovered—her cheeks are only slightly pink and she can meet Ava’s eyes. “We can do whatever you want, Ava.”
Well that certainly doesn’t help Ava’s brain stay on track. Beatrice clearly sees where her mind goes because she blushes and rolls her eyes. “What I mean,” she flicks Ava’s shoulder gently, “you pervert, is that we can talk whenever you want. I’m not going anywhere. Neither is Camila, or Mother Superion.”
And, right, Bea is being kind and reassuring and lovely, and Ava is grateful, resting her head on Bea’s collarbone and exhaling, “Thanks, Bea.”
Ava goes back to tracing patterns across the parts of Bea she can reach and they’re quiet for the rest of the ride, listening to Camila loudly and unnecessarily discuss meal schedules and whether they might have a movie night for the novitiates soon.
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When they pull into the compound, Camila is still on the phone, and she turns to the backseat to smile at them before hopping out, opening the back door for them, and making her way to the entrance, which is noticeably lacking the same kind of gawking crew she had been met with at the temple. Superion coming through, Ava is sure, and she reminds herself to say thank you. Ava takes the chance to press a kiss to Bea’s cheek and begins to extricate herself.
She’s pulling herself up and over toward the door when she feels Bea’s hands on her hips, gripping gently, and on instinct she sinks back down, and oh, yep, yeah, she’s straddling Bea. And Bea is looking at her own hands on Ava’s hips like maybe they’re magic. It’s very cute.
“Um, hi, Bea.”
Beatrice shakes her head and looks up at Ava, eyes still full of wonder, before the panic appears to set in. She starts to move her hands but Ava is quick, trapping them against the swell of her hips with her own and settling further down. She meets Bea’s eyes and smiles.
“It’s okay. I like it when you touch me like this. Unless it’s too much for you, and then I can...”
Ava starts to move a leg and then Bea is squeezing her hips again.
“No. Please stay. I...I like it.”
She runs her hands to the small of Ava’s back and lets her palms spread. It’s almost possessive. (Ava wants it to be possessive.)
“I missed you so much, Ava.”
Her voice is so earnest and gentle and Bea that Ava feels herself start to cry again.
“Oh my god,” Ava laughs out, moving her hands to cup Bea’s jaw, “I missed you too, Bea. So fucking much. There aren’t even...I can’t even tell you how much.”
Beatrice lifts a hand to gently wipe away a tear and glances outside to see Camila at the call box by the gate, still on the phone. Bea meets Ava’s eyes.
“Everyone is going to have a lot of questions for you, and I imagine Dr. Salvius will want to run quite a few tests.” She frowns slightly. “Although tell me if you need to rest and I can handle them for you. You should get whatever time you need.”
Ava smiles at her, moves her hands to rest on her shoulders and thumbs at the dips of her collarbones beneath her shirt.
“You’re sweet. I’m really kind of wired, Bea, but I promise I’ll tell you. I was serious about wanting to sleep, but I can’t right now.”
“Right. Good. That isn’t actually what I wanted to talk about. This might be the last moment we have alone together for a while and I couldn’t let it go without saying this." She breathes in deeply, holds Ava’s eyes. "Ava, I love you. I’m in love with you.”
Ava stops breathing for a second, can’t move, feels the halo hum at her in a gentle reminder. Bea must hear it because her face is suddenly concerned, hands moving to her waist and running over her arms like she’s checking Ava for injury. “Ava, are you…?”
Ava shakes her head, laughs. “I’m fine, Bea, promise. I’m more than fine. God. You literally,” it’s bad, she knows it’s bad, “take my breath away. The halo was just giving me a little nudge. I love you so much, Beatrice, holy shit.”
Bea is laughing and Ava is maybe the happiest she has ever been. She can feel the halo singing, waiting to shine, and she doesn’t want to stop it, but the light would be a bit much in the van. She lets it pour through her instead, warmth and light flowing through and from her body, the still-strange feeling of the glow in her eyes.
“Ava.”
Bea’s voice is awed, and Ava preens a little, because yeah, it’s fucking cool that she can do this now. She lets the energy fade and presses a kiss to Bea’s forehead before sitting back against Bea’s knees. Beatrice is looking at her like she’s the most important thing in the world, and the best thing is that it’s familiar, that Beatrice has looked at her that way for a long time, that Ava knows that feeling has nothing to do with the halo. She basks in it.
Bea says again, “I love you. Ava, I tried to say it before you left and I’ve been so afraid that I was too late. I never want to worry about that again. You deserve to know how loved you are. If it’s alright with you, I want to keep telling you,” her hands move back to Ava’s hips, almost unconsciously, “to show you, just how much I....” Bea catches herself and her face flushes and my god Ava had missed her, can’t believe she’s being given this gift, lets herself raise an eyebrow teasingly but otherwise stays quiet. Bea seems to gather herself. “I want to talk to you about this more, later. I just wanted to take advantage of a moment without an audience.” She frowns briefly in that thinking-Beatrice way, a look so familiar to Ava, imagined so many times as she waded through the bullshit of Reya’s world, that she almost starts crying again. “Although, Ava, I am so proud that I am the one who gets to love you and to be loved by you. I have no interest in hiding that.” Ava watches Bea raise her chin, sees the flash in her eyes, swoons a little. “I still have some of my own…baggage to deal with." A pause. "A lot of it, honestly, but none of it has anything to do with you. I am very happy for everyone to know that I am yours. Apparently most people already knew anyway. I just wanted it to be you and me, when I told you for the first time.”
Ava tucks a strand of Bea’s hair, escaped from her bun, behind her ear and strokes Bea’s face.
“You’re mine?”
“If you want me.”
“Literally never wanted anything more.”
Ava looks at Bea, hopes she can see exactly how much she means it, and then she lets her smile shift from loving to something else, lets the teasing she had pressed down bubble to the surface.
“I mean, just to get back to what you were saying before though, you said you wanted to show me, Bea, and I was just curious if you wanted to tell me more about...”
She’s cut off by Bea’s lips on hers, and she sighs out, chills breaking out on her arms when she feels Bea look for warm skin under the hem of her shirt, pull down just slightly so that Ava is pressed even more firmly against her.
There is a knock on the window. Of the open van door. There is a knock on the window of the open van door.
Camila is wearing a shit-eating grin and, totally unapologetic, crosses her arms and stares at them. “Sorry to interrupt,” Ava grumbles “liar” although Camila pretends not to hear, “but Mother Superion was getting concerned. Also,” her eyes are sparkling, “you appear to have forgotten that the door is open. You could at least wait until you get to bed, Ava, seeing as you’ll be there for what was it? Four days?”
“I liked it better when you were embarrassed, Cam.”
“Oh, never embarrassed, just not eager to be locked in the car with you while you two discussed your sleeping arrangements. I was already trying very hard to ignore the adorable and disgusting eyes you were making at each other. I expect many movie nights in penance.”
She tilts her head.
“Many movie nights with very strict rules about seating. And hands.”
Ava reaches out to shove her (Camila dodges, cackling) and very begrudgingly removes herself from Bea’s lap, holding out a hand to Bea once she has made it out of the vehicle. Bea appears to be holding up pretty well given that a month ago (two years ago? Ava’s timeline is a full disaster) Ava’s pretty sure she would have spontaneously self-immolated had they been caught in that position. She just clears her throat and climbs out gracefully, lets go of Ava’s hand briefly to straighten her shirt and close the van door before linking her hand with Ava’s again. She’s bright red and absolutely, stupidly beautiful and Ava is so happy she can feel herself glowing, doesn’t bother to stop it this time, the halo enveloping the three of them again.
Camila raises both eyebrows, “That’s new.”
“Yeah me and Hal got to be friends while I was over there,” Ava points a thumb over her shoulder, “so he picks up on my emotions more. It’s kind of fun.”
Beatrice says, “Hal?,” just as Camila says, “We’ll have to put you two in a bedroom on the far side of the house, then. You’ll keep us all up.”
Ava laughs delightedly while Beatrice makes a sound in the back of her throat that’s somewhere between embarrassment and exasperation. Ava tsks and pats her cheek before turning to follow Camila toward the entrance.
“Careful, Cam, or I’ll take it as a challenge.”
Camila laughs again, turning her head over her shoulder to grin at them.
“What a blessing for us all that Beatrice is here to keep you under control.”
Before Ava can respond, she hears Bea’s throat clear and a somewhat quiet, but definitely audible, “Only if she asks me to.”
Camila trips. Ava stops and turns slowly to face Beatrice, who is still red, may apparently now permanently be a slightly pink version of her former self, if the last few hours mean anything. But despite the blush, Bea has her head up and meets Ava’s eyes without shame, with a very attractive glimmer of pride, in fact. And this is a fun new development coming about 3 years sooner than Ava anticipated, honestly.
“Oh my god. Sister Beatrice.”
She gets, fucking wonder of a thing, a small shrug from Bea in response.
“Again, not a sister anymore.”
Well then.
Camila has turned back to face them, is looking at Beatrice like she has never met her but is so very delighted to make her acquaintance.
“Glad you took our conversation to heart, Beatrice.”
Ava will definitely be following up on that, but before she can start, she sees Beatrice’s face suddenly shift, become hard in a way that Bea almost never lets it be. Ava knows who Bea is, what she can do, how, even though she doesn’t seek it, she has killed and will most likely kill again. Those parts of Bea, the soldier-in-the-Army-of-God parts, are usually a well-kept secret, buried under a carefully maintained calm. But Ava sees that Bea here, eyes stone and unrepentant, jaw set.
“It becomes easier, I have found, to let some things go when you watch a lying god leave the woman you love to die on a cement floor.”
Well, fuck, that’s a real shift in mood. Ava is back at Bea’s side in a second, wrapping her arms around her and tucking her head into her neck.
“Beatrice.”
Bea’s body is rigid. Ava feels the box breathing for the second time today. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. Ava mirrors it, feels the body pressed against hers uncoil. Bea holds her closer for a moment before kissing the top of her head and pulling away. She gives Ava a small, reassuring smile and she’s back to normal Bea, finding Camila’s eyes over Ava’s shoulder.
“I apologize, Camila. I am obviously still working through some of my feelings.”
Camila is gentle, smiling at Beatrice without any hesitation.
“You have nothing to apologize for. Come on. Mother Superion is waiting.”
Camila opens the gate. Ava stays close to Beatrice, pressing as much of herself against Bea as possible. Bea twines their fingers together and pulls them after Cam.
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does anyone ever apologize for how Ava was treated those first few eps of WN? Sorry I’m watching rn and it’s really grinding my gears how the OCS is acting like *shes* self-centered for not wanting to die for catholicism. Or being called a coward for allegedly killing herself as if her life for 12 years wasn’t hell (due to the neglect/abuse, mostly, not inherently her paralysis but that too) . like I feel like the show is …agreeing? with all these ppl calling Ava selfish etc and I’m like ‘actually ava should’ve killed more people’
I held off answering this bc I haven't rewatched S1 since it dropped 2 years ago and my notorious swiss cheese memory isn't helping but
the narrative DOES NOT side with calling anyone a coward for ending their lives as far as I recall that's something the evil nun from the orphanage did and they took their time to showcase how evil it is to have that much of a lack of compassion to someone neglected abused not to mention orphaned and abandoned and sequestred to their sick bed for 12 yrs.
I think for the ocs though it's another story bc you have to remember that the situation isn't. as clear cut as it seems which is where the conflict resides and which makes it all the more interesting! A good chunk of S1 is spent showing that, yes the OCS sees the bigger picture, mostly, but a whole lot of them bring in their own personal biases and the show really underlines it: lilith is resentful bc the halo has become the be-all end-all of validation of her identity, mother superion is extra hard on ava bc ava reminds her too much of her former self that the halo rejected but somehow the halo still wouldn't reject ava, mary is on a revenge trail, duretti wants to be pope before all else, etc.
And ava ofc did NOT ask to be given the halo. She didn't ask to become a savior with otherwordly powers but the fact is the halo chose her AND is keeping her alive. The ethical dilemma here is: you can't take the halo away without killing ava, but being the halo bearer MEANS you've become responsible for more than just your own life. And I think the show did a good job of showing ava that yeah! she matters!! her pain matters and she deserves being heard! but her powers are meant to protect MORE than herself, her pain isn't the only one deserving of consideration. And I think having beatrice be the one to slowly guide her into this, beatrice who's the only OCS member who sees both the big picture AND HAS NO stake of her own in the matter, beatrice who sees the warrior nun AND ava, is such a fundamental building block to her overarching arc that takes her from the limited view from her sick bed to becoming the person who can shoulder both her pain and others', someone who can belong and find community with her sisters and eventually love with beatrice.
#warrior nun#writing this made me realize beatrice was the only fully disinterested person when it came to the halo and ava#which is why her vision was the clearest#beatrice saw ava. ava saw beatrice back. two people vested with bigger roles than their person who first saw each other#gonna go eat glass now teehee#anon I hope this was answer enough
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Beatrice practically runs through the corridor of the hospital. Camilla had called an hour ago and told her Ava had returned, but in the state she was in, she needed rest and hydration.
The former nun arrives on the unit Camilla had given her, and she can feel the divinium tattoos starting to react to the presence of the halo bearer.
She silently enters the room, vaguely aware of somebody in the bathroom at the entrance, until she sees the form of the woman in the first bed. IV lines, tubes and an oxygen mask in place, a woman is resting. Her skin pale, taunt, and aged.
Beatrice starts to cry, seeing the woman waking up and looking towards her, slowly raising her arm, pointing weakly and trying to speak through the mask:
« You… you came… you’re here… it’s been so long » she cries.
Beatrice gets nearer and her tears slowly falls down her face. She forces a smile, trying to be reassuring through her pain. « Of course I came, I missed you so much, Ava ».
The woman looks slightly confused, but keeps reaching out for Beatrice’s hand, and when their fingers touch, the former nun can feel cold fingers. Beatrice looks at the form of the frail lady in front of her, almost still and so different from the girl she knew. Even her eyes were different, clearer, her eye white as snow and the pale skin of somebody who had lived too many years away from the sun.
« I am so tired, I have waited so long to see you again » the older woman says, « you kept me waiting ».
Beatrice chuckled at that : « I kept you waiting? Well you took you sweet time to come back to me, didn’t you? how am I suppose to catch up with you? »
« I am too tired to talk now, but tell me about you »
« No, you rest, I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not leaving your side anymore. »
Almost straight away, the bedridden woman closes her eyes and falls asleep.
A nurse enters the room, and looks at the charts then at the monitor above the bed.
« Are you a relative? We thought she only had the people from her hospice to look after her? The sister wasn’t very clear about her medical history. Do you have any information? »
Beatrice looks down to the floor: « sorry, I can not help, we hadn’t seen each other in a very long time ».
The nurse has a sad look on her face : « well I’m sorry, she’s very poorly and well she’s very old so… uh… »
« I understand, but I would like to stay if that’s alright »
« Yeah, yeah, of course. I can bring you a more comfier chair if you’d like. I’m sure the other patient won’t mind the company. »
« Oh, I see, we’ll actually I haven’t seen the other patient, I mean, I’ve heard shuffling in the bathroom, but that’s all.»
« Oh, yeah, a real feisty one, won’t rest or even get an IV in, we had three needles breaking so we had to stop. She just went to have a shower while she waits for her girlfriend to pick her up. »
Beatrice’s phone suddenly starts ringing, and the nurse, leaving the room, tells her that she should take the call in the corridor. Although reluctant to leave the bedside, she can see that it’s Camila. She reaches the bed and drops a kiss on the lady’s forehead.
« What the fuck » she suddenly hears a voice behind her « I’m gone for a few months and you’ve already replaced me? »
Beatrice turns around, and there she is, in all her glory and youth and beauty. Ava.
« I thought I recognised the song, the one we danced to in the Alps? Bambola? Bea, are you ok? Why were you kissing Peggy? Are…are you having a stroke? That’s ok we’re already in a hospital… really you’re starting to freak me out. Please say someth… » well there are only a few ways to shut Ava up, and kissing her was probably one of the most pleasant.
#avatrice#save warrior nun#warrior nun#sister beatrice#ava silva#a bit like Captain America and Peggy Carter scene in the hospital#post s2#reunion
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#avatrice#ava x beatrice#ava silva#sister beatrice#former sister Beatrice#warrior nun#save warrior nun#alba baptista#kristina tonteri young#they are so in love#useless gays
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Pope: Why wasn’t I informed that the Halo Bearer has returned from the other side!?
Mother Superion: I have no idea what you mean
Pope: I am watching a live stream of her wedding to our former Sister Beatrice. I can literally see you and half of the OCS there
Mother Superion: Oh no that’s not Ava Silva. Beatrice is marrying someone else
Pope: Who?
Mother Superion: Oh her name is Ava Avils
Pope: Are you mocking me?
Mother Superion: I have no idea what you mean
Pope: Her back is literally glowing
Mother Superion: You know how weird modern fashion is
Pope: Do you want me to excommunicate you from the Church!!?!?
Mother Superion: Do you want to alienate the OCS and end like Duretti?
Pope:.....send my congratulations to the brides
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List of characters:
Lilith verse:
Taimanin Asagi: Igawa Asagi, Igawa Sakura, Mizuki Yukikaze, Mizuki Shiranui, Oboro, Ingrid, Felicia, Rinko Akyiyama, Aina Winchester, Annerose Vajra, Emily Simmons Yatsu Murasaki, Su Jinglei, Kurenai Shinganji, Asuka Koukawa, Kirara Onisaki, Noah Brown, Tokiko Fuuma, Shizuru Kousaka, Maika Kamimura, Rin Uehara, Sora Kannazuki, Nagi momochi, Saika Fuuma, Shisui Amamiya, Eleonor, Masked Taimanin, Spinel
Cara the Blood Lord: Cara Cromwell, Uehara kitae, Kamimura Azuma, Marika Krishna
Witch of steel Annerose: Annerose Vajra, Lee Mayfeng, Mitiko Fleuretty and Aishwarya Lai
Kangoku Senkan/prison battleship: Rieri Bishop, Naomi Evans, Alicia Viewstream, Maya Cordelia, Beatrice Kushan, Kila Kushan, Kilia Jech (Kangoku Senkan)
Overwatch:
Every single character (generally all as hyper-curvy women serving Jack Morrison's harem, but that will vary depending on asks, jack can be ignored for asks if you really want)
Lynn Morisson: Jack's sister, whom he fucked as soon as he could.
Laura and Mary: Jack and Lynn's twin daughters, born to be their father's fucktoys, and loving it.
Amanda: UN's liaison to Overwatch, initially sckeptical, but was subject to sexual torture from everyone present until she broke and is now a fellow fucktoy, helping jack.
Pria: Amanda's assisstant, former lesbian that was recruited for Jack to break.
Jessica: Sniper, extremely submissive and into pain. Serves as the base's fucktoy when not used by jack.
Jackie: female clone of jack made by talon to kill him, only to be tamed by his cock
teacher AU: Uses the same characters as Overwatch, but soem differences: Amanda is a fellow teacher, Mercy is a biology teacher and headmistress, Jack is the only male teacher (and only male in the school), which basically revolves around him and worshiping him, modifying girls' bodies to be bimboes.
vampire/count AU: Loosely inspired by Junkenstein's revenge, an AU where Jack is a vampire lord ruling over a small land. gothic-themed
hormonal!jack AU: Similar to the teacher AU, but Jack is a horny teen that fucks his classmates, his teachers, his friends and family...
Mass Effect: Every character in the first three games
Warcraft/World Of Warcraft: Every character that I remember
Final Fantasy VII: Tifa, Aerith, Jessie, Scarlet
Dragon Age: Every character of the first two games (haven't played Inquisition)
One Piece: Every single character
Naruto/Boruto: Tsunade, Sakura, Shizune, temari, Ino, Mei Terumi, Naruto/Naruko, Sasuke, Sasuki, Sarada... everyone you want me to write about.
Dragon ball: Android 21, Bulma
Bleach: Matsumoto rangiku, orihime, Yoruichi, isane, Rukia, Unohana, Harribel... any hottie you want. toshiro as the main "harem master"
Pokemon: Cynthia, Lusamine, dawn, Gardevoir, May, Lillie... any girl that can be fucked will be.
Miraculous Ladybug: Every character (with the girls as Adrien's harem)
Warhammer Fantasy: Every character appearing in the Total War: Warhammer games
Skyrim: mostly everyone, i guess.
The Witcher: Geralt, Ciri, Triss, yennefer, Chloe Metz... all sorceresses, all female characters
RWBY: Any girl that i remember/know of, with Jaune and/or Oscar as the lucky guy.
Random characters from various things: Bowsette, Wii Fit Trainer, Samus Aran, Rosalina, Peach, Daisy, Bayonetta, Zelda, Link (Nintendo), Aphrodite/Venus, Jessica Rabbit, Harley Quinn, Pacifica Northwest (Gravity Falls)
Kink list
Some basic rules:
1) I'm mainly into male x female. I can write fxf, futa x f, or male x futa but that will be rare, and I will almost never do male x male stuff.
2) Be nice.
3) People willing to rp as women too get priority. I don't like rp-ing women often, but I do mind if I'm playing women in all our rps. This one isn't an iron-clad rule (depending on my mood, how friendly we are, and so on, I won't mind playing the girl more)
4) I'm always open to asks, snippets, headcanon and the likes.
5) While most of my writings will be "one male and everyone else is a hot girl worshiping him", you can freely ask about other dudes, about au, and so on.
#Overwatch#One Piece#Mass Effect#Naruto#Dragon age#Miraculous Ladybug#Life is strange#Action taimanin#One piece
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Random Thoughts: I don't think Beatrice would travel (or at least wouldn't go globetrotting) after Adriel's defeat and Ava's departure. There's a few reasons.
Beatrice might be feeling more free to embrace who she is and figure out more about herself outside of her upbringing and role within the OCS but I don't think she'd want to go very far.
Perhaps when Ava told her to live her life she meant for Beatrice to travel the world, to climb mountains, and see sights. Maybe she wanted Beatrice to take a boat down the Amazon, to surf off of Bondi Beach, to meet Mickey Mouse in Florida, and swim in the Blue Grotto.
For Beatrice though, living right now means preparing and learning more in anticipation of the oncoming threat. And learning as much as she can about Reya, her realm, and any others that might be like her or Adriel. Hardest of all is doing all that outside of the OCS but in ways it allows her to pursue these goals in ways that her sisters might not be able to. It also allows her to remain in contact with Jillian Salvius, who distances herself from the OCS for obvious reasons. She's great help in directing Beatrice towards information and the former nun hopes she can help keep the grieving mother grounded.
For Beatrice, living starts small. She doesn't leave the country, too worried of being very far from her sisters. She also wants to learn more about the place she's lived for so long while locked away behind the literal walls of the Cat's Cradle and her own figurative walls. She wants to connect to people the way Mary made look so easy.
Research and training still take up so much time. Especially when Jillian comes calling with a new invention or breakthrough she'd like Beatrice to consult on. But Beatrice finds time to connect. She teaches. Short lessons in self defense in the evening hours at a local dance studio. But it's between these responsibilities that Beatrice partakes and lives.
Little victories, as Ava liked to call them. Little rebellions as Beatrice still thinks of them. Her parents never allowed her many sweets when she was younger. Now Beatrice finds herself indulging in Bubblegum flavored, double scoop, sprinkle covered ice cream here and there. And yes, it mostly just enforces that Mint Chocolate Chip is her favorite but in her mind she can see the snarls her mother would shoot her if she bore witness to some of the overindulgent treats Beatrice had been sampling.
Impulse purchases weren't a consideration for Beatrice but after a particularly trying day at Jillian's lab, she finds herself buying a guitar. It only has a little bit to do with Ava once saying she'd look badass with one and a lot to do with her former classmates' insistence on the pointlessness of the musical arts. Beatrice is awful at playing guitar. Her fingers can't quite find the music and sooner than she'd like she finds herself hiding it in a corner of her apartment.
Silly nicknacks like refrigerator magnets, little figurine statues, and the like were mostly just clutter but Beatrice finds herself picking them up here and there. She holds onto cups and receipts from new restaurants and ships she visits. Mementos of where she's been. It's no great adventure around the world but each little new something Beatrice holds onto makes her feel like she's living a little bit more every day.
She moves cities every few weeks. New places and people, new opportunities, hopefully new leads. New receipts, a new magnet or shot glass. Beatrice still didn't drink but the glasses were small and inoffensive enough not to cause clutter.
She still mourns and still worries and prepares but in between these big responsibilities, the duties she retains in different ways than before. It's silly and insignificant but she lives in these little moments, growing and changing in little ways. Beatrice finds herself waking up later than she ever had in the past, 6:00AM. She doesn't immediately clean every dish the second it reaches the sink.
It's small and ridiculous but these changes were unthinkable to her before. It's not living big or loud or adventuring but for as small as each change is, it's something Beatrice never saw coming. Hell, she gets an Instagram just to take pictures of food and animals she comes across as back up for whenever she has to ditch her current burner phones. They're all little victories day in and day out as she works and trains and learns.
And one day, after what seems like far too long, Beatrice gets to share it all with Ava, whose eyes light up at all the funky shotglasses that line their cabinet. Ava, who insists on what restaurants and cafes Beatrice has to take her back to. Ava, who instantly takes over what she now deems as their Instagram account and shares all their victories going forward, little and big.
#Warrior Nun#Zany Rambles#Random Thoughts#once again#Partially born out of how sad Ava was#is Season 1 when she was trying to choose a place to go with JC#and he had already been everywhere#I imagine Beatrice would want her first time in so many new places#to be with Ava#after so many evenings talks with her about where she wanted to go first#once Adriel was dealt with#By the time the holy war is through Beatrice has a binder#full of their travel plans#Avatrice#Long Post
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Writing Prompt no.11: Get the fuck out of my life.
@lucy-westenra-apologist read this and cry
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Beatrice screamed at Lilith when the former Sister Warrior tried to pry the bottle of whiskey from her hands.
“Beatrice, please, you have to stop, all this drinking isn’t good for you and—“ Lilith was interrupted when Beatrice shoved her away.
“You don’t get to tell me what’s not good for me,” Beatrice stated, hatred burning in her eyes, “You betrayed us, you betrayed me…you left me!”
Those last three words smacked Lilith right in the chest and she visibly flinched which made Beatrice scoff, “You never cared about me and our sisters, all you cared about was the fucking halo!”
Knowing that she was right, Lilith remained silent, their broken sisterhood was irreparable, her place in Beatrice’s life was gone and with that relegation, she teleported away.
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INTRODUCING: FRANKIE BLANCHARD
Full Name: Francesca Joan Blanchard (born Lindone)/Winona Blanchard (Cursed Persona)
Birthdate: November 30th (1966 in her cursed persona)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Species: Human
Family: Beatrice Lindone (Mother, estranged), Thomas Lindone (Father, deceased), Colette Lindone (Older Sister, estranged), Sabina Lindone (Younger Sister), Mary-Margaret Blanchard/Snow White (Adoptive Mother), David Nolan (Adoptive Father), Emma Swan (Adoptive Older Sister), Henry Mills (Adoptive Nephew)
Love Interest: Roslyn Maire
Friends: Henry Mills, Emma Swan, Killian Jones (kinda, on and off), Archie Hopper/Jiminy Cricket, Granny Lucas, Ruby Lucas/Red Riding Hood, Leroy/Grumpy, Belle French, Marco/Geppetto, Anna of Arendelle
Likes: Reading, horses, pancakes, dramatic movies, mysteries, sunrises, throwing knives, apples, fireworks, jewelry, music
Dislikes: Rumplestiltskin, Regina Mills (again, on and off and it changes over time), her mother, loneliness, cold weather
Phobias: Blood, darkness
Style: In the Enchanted Forrest, she is usually seen in elegant dresses and draped in a cloak, her hair was usually done in elaborate styles, and in Storybrooke, she is dressed more in "edgier" styles such as lots of fishnets, boots, jean shorts, see-through shirts with bralettes, etc.
Speech: American accent, a softer voice in the Enchanted Forest, doesn't talk a lot, much cussing as Winona/post-curse Frankie, and her voice is slightly raspier from her smoking attempts
Physical Quirks/Scars: Scar on her forehead by her hairline, walks with a slight limp on the left side
Personality: Enchanted Forest Frankie is sweet, somewhat demure, a lover of nature and animals, very brave and always lending a helping hand whereas Winona is rougher, a lot more feisty and moody, though she has a soft spot for the ones she loves and finds "not annoying" and finally, post-curse Frankie is a more badass version of her younger Enchanted Forest self - she knows how to defend herself and has combined the best qualities of her former self and Winona
Background: Francesca grew up as a Princess in the Enchanted Forrest. She had always known that there was trouble brewing in her family's Kingdom - she just didn't know what it was exactly. One night, her older sister disappeared and was never seen again by anyone. Years later, Frankie's mother tells the 14-year-old that she is to marry a Prince from a neighboring Kingdom to save theirs from money trouble. Frankie, deeply in love with a Princess from another Kingdom, refuses to do so, leading her mother to put the burden on her younger sister. The next night Beatrice stops her in the hallway, and the mother and daughter duo get into a heated argument, resulting in Beatrice grabbing a candlestick and hitting her daughter over the head with it, claiming to the King and Prince that she had tragically fallen down the stairs. Frankie's father Thomas, heartbroken over his daughter's alleged accidental death, finds her clinging to life in the abandoned tower. He brings her to Rumplestiltskin, begging for him to save her. He demands Thomas' soul in turn - and he agrees. When Frankie comes to, her clothes drenched in blood and a small scar adorning her forehead, she is all alone on a dark and muddy road. A horse carriage happens to pass by, with none other than Snow White and Prince David inside it. The two take her in, and she lives in the castle as Snow White's "cousin", never seeing her family again. Three years later, the curse hits, and twenty-eight years later, Frankie is still seventeen and living in Storybrooke as Winona Blanchard. Winnie loves to go to the stables in her free time and babysits Henry Mills every Tuesday and Friday. When Henry's birth mother, Emma Swan, comes into town, she brings lots of change with her, causing Winnie's worldview to unravel as Frankie fights her way back into her mind.
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