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infinityinakiss · 10 months

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avatrice au fic recommendations:

i don't think there is a single avatrice au fic that i haven't read so here are some my favorites. i tried to find ones that weren't as popular, so hopefully there are couple here you haven't read.

I want to believe by puppybusby @yashastrongarms - x files au - basically 23k of avatrice flirting while being incredibly reckless with alien shit. unfortunately, it is only a one shot that doesn't delve into their relationship, but it is so worth it. and the tension. woof.

Truly a Steadfast Love by StoicLastStand - medieval au - they have a whole series of ficlets, but this is one of my favorites. there's a tournament to win ava's hand in marriage, ava goes undercover to fight for her freedom, but she ends up falling for the very knight who everybody wants to win. i also love their lucifer au, Greater Sacrifices.

a lover, or something of mine by Smokestarrules - reincarnation au - each chapter is a different life with a different story, and i promise you, if you have anything that even resembles a heart, you will cry. i keep going back and rereading chapter 4 because apparently i love to hurt myself. i also love the world is just illusion (trying to change you) by them, it's a road trip au.

i should love you (and i swear i do) by Noteveryonefitsintothebadbitchgenre - harry potter au (fuck jk rowling) - its that trope where they're married and they talk about each other constantly but nobody actually knows they're married. their students all think that professor silva and professor young have a friendly rivalry, but there are a couple of moments that don't add up.

purple by sxftmelody - hitman au - technically, but really it's just sad, i always cry at the end. beatrice helps ava run away after a job, and slowly they open themselves up and start to fall in love. tw: major character death. also love turning page by the same author, mercenary/princess au.

in our corner of the world by definitelynotthere - roommate au - i know, i know, there's a thousand roommate aus, why would i recommend a fic that isn't even finished and will probably never get finished? i don't know, i just really love this one, and if you're like me, you'll go "ooh, two cakes" and read it anyway.

The last hero of Ogygia by jessnope - percy jackson au - specifically calypso au, ava is calypso and beatrice is the flirty hunter that washed up on her shore. it's super cute.

stay there, 'cause i'll be coming over (while our blood's still young) by britishngay - spiderman au - ava's character voice is actually designed to be spiderman, and bea is the perfect doctor lady that patches spidey up when she gets hurt. plus beatrice telling lilith to "shut up and sit down" will never not be iconic.

sunday people (sunday shines for you) by gilligankane @piratekane - another roommates au - jealous ava is back again and out for blood, specifically jenn-with-two-ns blood.

this is my prayer (I'm in love with you) by nyxtyka - my best friend's wedding/spies au - i'll be honest, this fic went to my marked for laters to die. i don't know if it'll ever be finished, but it is one of my favorite aus, i promise it'll be worth the pain.

spellbound by onomofication - witch au - beatrice is the witch in the woods that ava goes to to finally find a way to explore the world like she has always wanted to. but as she gets to know the surprisingly kind, serious, kinda-sorta witch, she discovers that maybe the world was smaller than she had once imagined. i also love another fic by this author, hit me with you best shot, which is basically a cupid au, where ava runs around trying to stop jc, a cupid, from shooting the love of her life, beatrice.

the celestial glow is blinding by understreetlights - firewatch au - did i think ava and beatrice sitting around, looking at trees, and falling love with each other through walkie talkies was going to be interesting? no, but the world loves to prove me wrong.

too cold, it's withdrawal by KatieQgle - captain america au - give this one a chance, even if you don't like marvel. beatrice is hot as fuck as bucky and honestly the winter soldier plot line needed a little sapphic yearning. come on, avatrice in the army in the 1940s, being badass and fighting nazis together? who wouldn't love that?

i have a ton more, reach out if you want them!

#is it clear that i love 15k one shots?#i'm sorry for all the unfinished ones they're just too good #and hey maybe you can manifest them updating #just don't harass the writers #fic writers are like cats stuck under a building #you have to lure them out with gentle words and treats #warrior nun #avatrice #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice fanfic #avatrice fanfiction #avatrice fic #avatrice au #also i'm sorry if i didn't tag everybody on tumblr i just suck at tumblr sometimes #some accounts i just couldn't find #if there's an account that i forgot to tag please let me know

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words-put-together · 1 year

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thinking about Ava saying she doesn’t know what she likes to wear because she never got to pick her own clothes so when Ava and Beatrice got to the alps they had to get clothes and stuff which probably made Ava really anxious so I just imagine Beatrice letting her try new stuff often so like at first they buy a couple of fits for Ava but go to the store like thrice a week to slowly get her to build a style she’s comfortable with

[and bea probably hates shopping for clothes, but seeing the little sparkle in Ava’s eyes when she wears something she genuinely likes and her cute little twirls when she’s showing them to her are worth it]

[update: I did it]

#i am in fact one grape away from writing this as a one shot #ava silva #ava x beatrice #avatrice #save warrior nun #warrior nun #sister beatrice #wlw #alba baptista #fuck netflix #kristina tonteri young

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riderwrites · 5 months

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When Beatrice became a nun, they gave her a ring to show her loyalty to God. It was nothing fancy, a band she forgot most of the time. She took it off whenever the OCS went on a mission and would occasionally forget to put it back on. It was a bit different from regular nun’s rings. The design fits the OCS, slightly upstate than a simple band. Beatrice never thought much of it.

When she went to Switzerland to hide with Ava, Beatrice thought about it more. It could easily pass as a normal wedding band. She kept it on to have some sort of connection to her old life, a reminder of the path she had. Distractions would only cost them and Beatrice was already crafting the most efficient route for Ava’s training. She hadn’t thought much of the ring until Hans pointed it out a month into working at the bar.

“Hey, tell your wife to stop pretending that I don’t know she’s distracting me to put off doing inventory,” Hans said. Beatrice looked up from her paperwork, knowing exactly who Hans was referring to.

“My…wife?”

Hans’s face took on an expression of fear and he rushed to explain himself.

“Oh shit, are you and Ava not married?”

‘No, that’s-” Beatrice’s brain was too caught on that idea to think of another word. “That’s absurd…why do you think that?”

“You’re wearing a ring,” Hans said. “And you guys live together and seem so close I connected the dots, or at least I thought I had.” He chuckled nervously as Beatrice turned down to look at her ring. She hadn’t thought about that implication of it. She had kept it on so men wouldn’t flirt with her so much at the bar. It worked to keep them off, the proposed finance or husband locked away somewhere. It was only now that someone might have a different idea.

“So is there a special someone?” Hans asked.

Rest on a03!

#warrior nun fic #avatrice #ava x beatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #one shot #holy shit I can post things to my tumblr???

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willowedhepatica · 3 months

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The sound of something hitting the ground draws her attention to the left.

“Sorry!” A woman says, dipping down to pick up the phone before giving the person – a man with a large beard and tattoos on his neck – the most charming smile she's seen on a person before. “I guess my friends have a point when they call me clumsy, but I don't think it's broken.”

The man takes the phone, grunting. It doesn't seem to discourage her in the least and Beatrice wonders for a moment how he could resist it.

Everything about her felt ethereal. Her brightly coloured Letterman jacket, yellow, red and blue – ripped and patched together again – hung from her shoulders and exposed the black tank top underneath. Her shoes were worn down at the edge's and there was a wonkily sewn smiley face on the left front side. Even as she talked to him she was wiggling in place, hand picking at the edge of her sleeve.

Beatrice couldn't get her eyes off of her.

Which was all fine until she whirled around and saw her.

They both freeze and for a second Beatrice thinks she's going to ignore her and move on. Instead the woman lights up, as if she knows her (which she definitely did not do, Beatrice would have known if she'd met her before) and comes closer. “Babe, there you are. I got us seats further back.”

Beatrice's brain catches on itself and her mouth opens as she tries to process what she just said. She must have gotten the wrong person.

“I'm not–”

She's cut off by a warm hand on her arm, careful but still so very present and she's giving her a look Beatrice couldn't for the life of her discern.

She leans closer, not enough to make it feel invasive but just enough that the next words coming out of her mouth are only heard by her. “Just go along with it. You look like you're about to pass out.”

Read on ao3

#warrior nun #avatrice #one-shot #something cute and lighthearted for the day #*throws it at you*

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sisterdivinium · 1 year

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Consider: A) as "brides of Christ", Catholic nuns commonly wear rings to symbolise their attachment to Jesus;

B) the OCS nuns don't wear rings;

(notice, however, that the nuns Camila teaches "how to TikTok" do — if on the left — as does Yasmine and as do the others during the museum heist, wearing the colours of Yasmine's order)

C) the halo is basically ring-shaped;

Possible conclusion: their real attachment is to the halo bearer, who carries within her body the "ring" they might all potentially have to bear; this very ring embodies their vows in a single instance so none of them need individual bands. This one ring merges in itself all of the ones they might have worn, tying the sisters together, bonding them to one another, structuring their order to begin with.

#warrior nun #lesbians i am tired today please have this #i focused on habit-wearing scenes because i figured it would be normal to remove rings before a fight #apparently Not All Nuns Wear Wedding Bands according to the internet #but i don't really have anyone i trust and who is knowledgeable that can answer the question #the last documentary about young nuns (a recent one) i saw did feature rings so i think the theory is safe #or interesting/amusing at the very least #also this post about hands clearly brought to you by a lesbian and you are welcome #getting good shots of their hands was annoying to tell the truth but i tried #more zoom ins on hands please! so i can make posts like this! thanks!#analysis and similar #exercises in observation

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itsnunoclock · 6 months

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kitchen kisses and warrior wishes (one shot)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#avatrice #warrior nun #avatrice fanfic #avatrice one shot #avatrice domestic au #avatrice slice-of-life #because i miss them!!!#english is not my first language #anyways i just have to mention beatrice's accent because wow

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de-ligts · 28 days

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Me watching Hilda Furacao: this would make a great Avatrice AU.

Bea fits so well as Malthus and Ava is sort of reckless as Hilda, and I can see Sister Bea at war with herself for feeling what she’s feeling, but letting the ‘devil’ win at the end, aghhhh!!

#Avatrice #warrior nun #Ava Silva #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #like I might give it a shot and write one chapter see what happens lol #but I’ve tried writing Avatrice before and for some reason I just can’t do it

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humblewats · 10 months

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what you know is true

“We’re here.”

Beatrice opens her eyes and lifts her head from where it was resting on the back seat of an expensive limousine.

“Explain to me again how you managed to book and pay for this excessive lift?”

Camila simply giggles as she adjusts her hair in the pop down mirror. Her curls bounce energetically on her shoulders. She is clearly more excited than Beatrice for the night ahead.

“You’re one of the most prestigious artists in the country, Bea. You’re about to win the most coveted prize on offer in Britain. We can afford a little luxury.”

Camila clicks the mirror shut and turns to look at her friend.

“I haven’t won yet, though.” Beatrice states wryly. “And just because we can, doesn’t mean we should.”

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” Camila asks, the perky smile slipping from her face. “This is a huge moment in your career, Bea. I know the prize isn’t being awarded tonight, but all the art on display tonight is in the running for it. I just thought it’d be nice to -.”

“It’s fine, Cam.” Bea interrupts with a gentle hand on her knee. “Don’t stress. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Camila drops her chin to issue Beatrice with a look close to smothering.

“Really?”

Beatrice forces her shoulders to relax back to their natural position and exhales.

“Yeah. Promise.” She says. “And thank you, Cam. You’re very thoughtful.”

Camila’s characteristic grin is back, bright and eager, and Beatrice reflects it, albeit with a little less enthusiasm. The car comes to a stop, and a voice crackles through the speakers.

“We’re here, ladies.”

Camila bounces in her seat and adjusts the straps on her dress once more.

“You ready?”

Beatrice despises these kinds of events. It’ll be full of convoluted conversations and ass-kissing, and she’ll have to smile her way through it. There’s a reason she is an artist, happy to be left to her own devices in her secluded properties dotted around the globe. She knows where she’d rather be right now. But, alas, she promised a rather convincing Camila weeks ago that she would come out of her self-induced hiding and ‘celebrate the (almost) win you deserve’.

“I guess I can’t back out now, can I?”

Camila giggles and shakes her head. She gives Beatrice a once over, checking her impeccably tailored suit. Beatrice raises a single eyebrow as she’s inspected, and Camila flicks the lapel of her jacket in approval. Satisfied, she reaches for the handle and looks back at Beatrice one final time.

“Then let’s go.” Beatrice says as cheerfully as she can manage.

Continue reading on ao3 here

#warrior nun #avatrice #one shot #warrior nun fanfic #ava silva #Sister Beatrice #took me a day to write #and a day to edit #and i'm so glad it's finished

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itscappyj · 8 months

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Burning in Your Atmosphere

If it were not for her, Ava may never attend a single class, never finish an assignment on time. Perhaps that is what needs to happen. Perhaps Beatrice is simply providing a crutch that will ultimately lead to her downfall. Perhaps she needs to fail.

Beatrice knows full well she could never bring herself to watch that happen without interference.

“You didn’t find anyone to go home with this time then?” Beatrice almost has no idea why she asked, why she would want to know.

Ava waves a hand dismissively. “I made out with this girl for a while but, meh, wasn’t feeling it.”

In truth, Beatrice knows exactly why she asked and the sharp intake and flare of her nostrils only gives her away. It’s because she hates herself, because she is a masochist. Ava though, eyes fixed on the floor and drooping, is none the wiser to Beatrice’s reaction. She never is.

cont on ao3

#roommates au #one shot #angst #warrior nun fic #avatrice fic #my writing

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simplyavatrice · 5 months

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Christmas wasn't always Ava’s favorite. Growing up in the orphanage she actually started to kind of hate it. Because Christmas at St. Michael’s was more about prayer than anything else. There were no lights, no decorations - they didn’t get fancy food or presents beyond hand-me-down sweaters and socks. A lot of things Ava used to love were beaten out of her by that place. So many of those things have been given back to her by her new family. or a holiday one-shot

#avatrice #avatrice fanfiction #warrior nun #warrior nun fanfiction #honestly i had so much effing fun writing this #one-shots are less stressful and just...yeah #more coming for sure <3

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hero-of-the-horn · 1 year

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grumpily succumbing to the urge to write a flirty taekwondo avatrice oneshot after seeing so much good art of them. FINE

#warrior nun #avatrice #fine but it's staying a one shot and i swear i'm not going to let it get very long #hopefully not famous last words

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pattdork · 1 year

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AVA'S POV:

I'm seated on our sofa. Beatrice hovering over me, arms stretched and half her body over my back. I feel her warmth and I close my eyes to enjoy the moment. She smiles and laughs, joking over something.

Later that afternoon we are playing a videogame on our big ass TV (I had to convince her it was going to be the best investment we will ever do. I'm not arrogant, but I'm always right with this sort of thing). The game we are playing is about racing cars, Burnout is called. But, really, the game doesn't matter to me; Not like her presence does, not like her hugging me feels like the most important thing in the world.

She presses her cheek to mine and I almost purr like a cat, enjoying her light caress. It's so much that it starts to overwhelm me in a good way; it starts to spread heat all over my body. And I feel the halo's humming in agreement.

As I'm still wining the race, Bea stops in front of the TV, blocking the view but close enough to me. She wants me to lose. I knew she was competitive, but I find that trait so adorable in her, that I don't care. However, I run my fingers over her left leg, a light touch that leaves her speachless and trembling. She turns to stare at me with fire in her eyes. And I feel like I won.

Later that night we sit on a step on the stares that go to our bedroom, there there's a big window where the view overlooks the entrance courtyard, and we embrace each other watching the snow fall. She can't leave to the headquarters even if she wanted to bacause the storm is getting stronger. She talks about how wonderful would be the next day playing with snow and that she has never seen so much snow ever. I forget about the snow and stare at her in wonder on the reflection of the window. I feel freer and lighter, and she is smilling while she turns to look at me. She notices I was watching her instead of the snow. I rub my cheek on hers, and she laughs in delight. She turns her face towards me and kisses my cheek.

Some minutes passes and she takes my hand to guide me to our bed. We lay over the covers feeling each other's heat. I lay on my back while she lais on me, her left leg over mine, her head over my chest, her arm around my waist.

I hear my heart beat with the force of a thousand horses and I know she must be hearing it too. My hands stroke her hair and her back with such fondness I don't recognise myself. I take the liberty of pressing a kiss to the top of her head. I close my eyes hoping this hapiness doesn't rush leaving.

#warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava silva #avatrice #ava x beatrice #dream #falling in love #falling #snowing #lgtbqia+#warrior nun fanfic #fanfic #one shot #romantic #savewarriornun #save warrior nun #oneshotshort #oneshot

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feiquacker · 10 months

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Counting Freckles (on ao3)

Summery: Ava counting Bea's frekles with a tiny hint of hurt

"What are you doing?" Bea whispers when she notices Ava's lips move. Not that she has a reason to be staring at them in the first place.

"Counting your freckles" Ava breathes out - reaching over to grab Bea's chin and steady her face "Stop moving you'll make me lose count." she mutters eyes not leaving her cheeks.

"That's ridiculous." Bea smiles shaking her head - a beat - she bites her lip only to fail and ask "What number are you on?" eyes searching for Ava's while trying so hard not to get lost in them.

"Thirty seven... Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty.... Forty-two." she stops - letting her thumb linger a little too long over Bea's chin before she reaches out and gently touches a spot on Bea's left cheek, "This one is my favorite." she whispers.

"Why?" Bea finds herself asking - she never thought about what her favorite freckle was - hell she hates the fact she had freckles. Her mother would always say they looked like disgusting moles grown all across her face adding to the ugliness.

"It looks like a little heart." Ava answers - sending yet another shiver down Bea's spine because how can a human being be so cute??

"Oke" she manages to squeak out - hoping that Ava can't tell how hot Beatrice's face flushes and how nothing can make her look away from Ava’s eyes.

"What's your favorite?" Ava asks - MOVING CLOSER. Sorry ma'am but have you ever heard of peRSoNaL sPaCe??

"Uh." she finds herself stumbling over her words - searching for anything to light up in her stupid useless brain "I don't have one." she mutters. Breaking the eye contact.

Damn this is embarrassing. Why is Ava’s pure existence making her _shy_??

"Why not?" and Bea's chin lifts. A gentle thumb hesitantly brushing across her cheek. And for a short moment Beatrice could swear to the gods above that Ava bit down on her lip and made her voice lower.

Is god really pulling all his strings to test her - going lengths even Lucifer wouldn't??

Maybe being god's toughest soldier came with greater consequences than she thought she would have to face.

"I never really liked them." she rasps out. Oh, yes Beatrice. Make it weird now. That's what you tell your best friend who is also the most beautiful person in the world and also the person that is single-handedly changing your entire life.

"But they are beautiful Bea." AND AVA SHIFT EVEN CLOSER. OH MY GOD. WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME? WHY HAVE YOU MADE ME THIS WAY?

If Beatrice manages to get into heaven despite all the sinning she has down and is quite literally doing right now she will kick that fucker so hard off the face of the earth - for making her suffer and suffer with every given day.

Who gave him the right to just spawn this angelic being and call it a day as if he didn't just create Beatrice's downfall in form of a beautiful, breathtaking brilliant human-being?

"You are beautiful. Why can't you see that?" Ava asks, grabbing Bea's hand and drawing little circles around her knuckles.

"I-" she really didn't want to make this about herself. She wasn't ready to say all of those things running on repeat in her head out loud. Not to Ava. Not to the sweetest, most beautiful and quite frankly the strongest person alive. Or - resurrected. Same thing.

"How can I - when being blessed with your existence?" she asks and Ava looks up from their intertwined hands, eyes a little wide - continuing to play around with Bea's fingers.

There's silence and for a short second, she thinks she fucked up. She thinks she jinxed it and failed. She can already feel the regret crawl up her throat and the guilt and shame that will follow before she falls asleep. There is no running for the truth. She can try to deny it, but it never helps in the long run. Only makes things worse.

"Then you probably haven't seen yourself." Ava smiles and Bea can breathe again - filling her lungs with fresh air because maybe she didn't destroy their relationship entirely

"I know for a fact that angles exist but if I didn't - then you might be the closest thing to an angel someone could imagine. Including your cute as fuck freckles." she murmurs looking down at their intertwined hands again.

And there's silence. Beatrice doesn't really know what to do or say. "Language." is everything that comes out. But there's a smile on her face and she doesn't really mean it

Is she supposed to say thank you? Ava clearly doesn't know what she was talking about. If she knew Bea deep down, she would probably leave and not even turn back. But would she? It's Ava. The equivalent of a golden retriever.

Ava doesn't seem like she has something to say either - focused on their hands and fiddling around with them - tracing over the scars on Bea's fingers and counting the freckles on them.

"I can feel you thinking you know." she says after some time - jolting Bea out of her thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Stop thinking." Ava repeats and Beatrice doesn't know what to answer so she turns to lay on her back staring at the ceiling - letting her hand stay in Ava’s. It is soothing - she likes that.

"I know you don't believe me." Ava starts "And I know you can't just throw away years of emotional repression. And I know I can't take the voices in your head and make them stop." she says and sHuFFles cLosEr until her head in laying on Beatrice's shOuLdeR "But I will repeat it every single day until you believe me."

Beatrice stays quiet - thankful that the tear that drops is on the other side of her face.

"You are beautiful Beatrice. And you are strong and elegant and perfect just the way you are. I know you deprive yourself of any kind of affection or love but you are worthy of love and affection without having a reason. I know that. You showed me." and she reaches over to turn Bea's face - to make her look at her "Let me love you when you can't love yourself." gentle fingers brush over cheek, and then cradle her head, curling around her neck as their foreheads press together.

And.

She wants to believe her - so so hard - she would do anything to make herself believe what Ava just said. But crying in front of the halo bearer isn't another burden she wants to throw at Ava.

Shuffling to get out of Ava's grasp she finds herself getting pulled further into her best friend's embrace.

A silent plea hangs unsaid in the air when Ava wraps her hand around Bea's wrist and waits a second for a response.

There is none except Beatrice's tears building up - watering her view - the familiar feeling of eyes burning and a snivel making its way to her throat.

"Bea..." is all Ava says before she gently coaches Bea's head to her chest - pulling her into an embrace - enveloping herself around Beatrice.

For some reason it feels nothing like the books taught her it would feel like.

Their limbs fall into place like fitting puzzle pieces and Bea hides her head right under Ava’s chin, just in time for the halo-bearer to not see the tears slide down her cheeks.

Her cheeks burn and for a few moments she just wants the earth to open up and swallow her alive.

It's too much. And she needs air - and she needs something cold to hold onto, like a sink or a table.

But for the first time in her life she feels safe. And she doesn't want to let go - gripping onto the pullover Ava is wearing. Breathing in the all too familiar vanilla perfume Ava practically bathes in. It grounds her - the hand in her hair calming her even more.

"I am so sorry." she hears Ava whisper, and a cold hand rests on the small of her back, giving her a much-needed point to focus on.

She is the one who should apologise, for smearing snot all over Ava's pullover, and for overreacting, and for crying on her and for so many other reasons that Ava will deny the need of an apology before it has even exited her mouth.

"For your pain." she whispers, but Beatrice can only mutter a wet "Hhm."

The hand that was playing with her hair now sliding down to bury itself in Bea's scalp and gently scratch.

...And it feels safe. She feels safe. Doesn't resist the little kiss on her hair, doesn't try to leave again. There are hands touching her and she doesn't flinch away.

It's overwhelming, too many hands, too soft, too much warmth. But it also feels like what she imagines being embraced by an angel would feel like.

"You are holding me like a baby right now." she mumbles around the snot in her nose. Tucking her head further under Ava's chin because a little Ava-hair tickles her neck.

"You deserve to be held like a baby." Ava whispers, drawing a little star on the small of Beatrice's back.

There is silence again. Beatrice nearly thinks Ava is asleep. And she wants to get up and clean up, dry the scratchy tears off her face and maybe also off Ava's neck. But she fears Ava won't want to hold her again and somehow it seems like the worst thing that could ever happen.

As selfish as it is, Beatrice can deal with the guilt some other day.

"Ava," her best friend just hums "Thank you." she murmurs.

A beat.

"Bea-" there is something in her voice that makes Bea's stomach twist. In a good way of course, not a medically concerning one "Anytime."

And she doesn't know what to say. Settles on following Ava's calming breaths.

"I didn't get to count all your freckles." Ava huffs softly, Beatrice can only chuckle wetly against the warm skin her cheek is pressed into, "You can count them tomorrow, Darling." it slips. Before she can panic, Ava makes a little happy noise that is so goddamn cUtE Beatrice could melt through the floor and it still wouldn't be enough.

"Comfy?"

Beatrice just nods, "Good night BooBoo."

The tears are slowly drying, still there but barely. She snivels. God this shouldn't feel so good should it?

"Good night Ava."

There's a little grumble, "Call me Darling."

And Beatrice sighs, a little smile forming on her face as she whispers "Good night Darling."

As if Ava's little content squeak isn't enough to end her, she also drops a little kiss on Beatrice's head and Beatrice hopes so hard that God isn't watching right now. Or that it's so dark He misses the blush creep up her neck.

Fingers curling around the side of her neck and the palm flattening on the small of her back she grips onto the silky pullover Ava is wearing. Soft snores and vanilla perfume lulling her to sleep.

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