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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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fiddleabout · 1 year

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chef au sneak peek

“Work is shit,” Lilith says with a grunt as she twists out of Beatrice’s throw. “Nothing new.”

“Regular work stress has you this keyed up?”

Lilith glares and punches, feints, manages to turn in and snag the edge of Beatrice’s gi; Beatrice returns the favor and hooks an ankle around the back of Lilith’s leg and sends her crashing back into the mat again. Another fucking shit grinds out of Lilith’s mouth at the impact, but her glare disappears abruptly, eyes widening as Beatrice absently straightens her gi.

“What--”

A foot sweeps behind Beatrice’s, knocking her down onto her ass. It’s unsportsmanlike and Lilith is many things but unsportsmanlike has never been one of them, and Beatrice greedily pulls air back into her lungs after the impact and sits up to stare incredulously as Lilith.

“Really?” Beatrice sighs and rolls her head on her neck.

“Is that a hickey?”

Lilith yanks at Beatrice’s gi again, and Beatrice nearly yelps at the way it exposes her collarbone and the mark that is, in fact, absolutely a hickey from two days ago. She could grapple her way out of this, but then the chances of Lilith letting the whole thing go will evaporate and she’ll keep pushing until Beatrice answers.

“It-- no,” Beatrice says indignantly. She’s never been a very good liar when Lilith is concerned, but it’s worth a try.

“It is,” Lilith says, fingers tight at Beatrice’s gi. “Those are teeth marks, Beatrice.”

Beatrice stares at her, heat smearing across her cheeks and along her ears, wondering if she can talk her way out of the fact that Lilith is absolutely right and she has Ava’s teeth marks on her collarbone. And her other shoulder, actually, from when Ava had gotten carried away and had sunk her teeth into the trapezius the other day when Beatrice had nipped at the side of neck.

“It’s nothing,” Beatrice says. A weak parry, and Lilith waves it away just as easily.

“Are you seeing someone? You?”

Beatrice pushes up to her feet, fighting the childish urge to shove Lilith when she also climbs to her feet. She leaves Lilith on the mat, marching over to where her water bottle is waiting. Lilith, dogged and unperturbed, follows with her arms folded across her chest.

“You do know that I’m not going to let this go,” Lilith says presently. “So you may as well just tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Beatrice says. It only comes out mildly petulant, she’s sure of it.

“You haven’t seen anyone since what’s-her-face.” Lilith takes the water bottle out of Beatrice’s hands and drains half of it. “The nerdy one--”

“She wasn’t nerdy.”

“--from that library--”

“She was a curator at the Met, Lilith.”

“--with the hipster glasses. Samantha.”

“Sarah.”

Lilith offers the bottle back to Beatrice, who’s given up on pretending this isn’t happening and has settled for glaring at her instead. It’s immature, but the downside of having been friends with Lilith since they were twelve is that they both revert more frequently than either would like to admit. “And that was two years ago.”

Beatrice occupies herself with tucking her water bottle back into her bag and sitting down to stretch. Lilith, obnoxiously, is not put off by her silence and sits down at her side, mirroring her stretches.

“So who is it?”

Beatrice leans further into her stretch than is wise, hamstrings protesting, and ignores her. She can’t help her free hand from tugging her gi more firmly back in place, though she resists the way they want to wrap it up tight to her neck.

“If you’re already at the stage of letting her leave hickeys then it must be serious,” Lilith carries on. “You didn’t let Serena--”

“Sarah.”

“-- past first base for ages. I thought she was going to explode with how much you blueballed her.”

“Lilith!” Beatrice hisses. If it wouldn’t get them both in trouble she would slam a fist into Lilith’s arm; as it is, she barely manages to cling to her respect for the judo gym and stops herself. “That’s--”

“Accurate?” Lilith says drily. She shifts to lotus position, abandoning her stretching so she can stare dead on at Beatrice. “Why are you being weird about this?”

“Why are you insisting on interrogating me in a judo gym?”

“Because you’re hiding something,” Lilith says, blunt as ever. “And you don’t hide things. Not from me.”

Beatrice pauses, halfway to switching to stretch her other leg, a fleck of shame growing in her chest. It’s true that she’s never kept it from Lilith on the rare occasions when she’s dated anyone. If she was dating Ava-- which she decidedly is not: no sex, no expectations, no mess-- then she would likely have told Lilith weeks ago.

“What I can’t figure out,” Lilith says, unconcerned with Beatrice’s guilt. “Is when you have time. Your hours at this place are more absurd than they were at Per Se, and you work six days a week and on Mondays you’re either at that godforsaken climbing gym or getting dinner with me and-- oh my God you’re dating Ava Silva.”

#writing tag #it's not abandoned i promise though ngl the number of people who've asked for updates has not made me write more #anyways #chapter 7 is like idk about 70ish% done i think #will hopefully finish the rest of the way soonish #a n y w a y s #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice

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taikoturtle · 1 year

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#warrior nun #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #ava x beatrice #ava x sister beatrice #warrior nun edit #myedit #I went back and updated some of the gifs from the original posting #changed the sharpening settings and the framerate

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breathe-rainbow · 9 months

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HALO BEARERS IT’S OFFICIALLY LESS THAN A WEEK UNTIL WE GET OUR UPDATE How we all feeling?!

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun update #warrior nun saved #warrior nun renewed

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stars-and-birds · 1 year

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uhhh what’s up with this Adriel guy

#Warrior nun update #He kinda creepy

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call-me-maggie13 · 1 year

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The first time Beatrice takes Diana to school with her, it’s a Wednesday morning, Ava is running so very late and Beatrice is terrified of missing her classes. So, with an approving text from Ava, she bundles Diana into a winter coat and beanie, her favorite rubber duck printed blanket, and secures her in the baby carrier that Beatrice struggles with the straps of long enough that she’s genuinely embarrassed.

Her first lecture of the day is with Dr. Superion, who makes Beatrice nervous on a good day — on a day when she’s not asking to bring a eighteen-month-old baby into class with her. Superion is surprised, to say the least, when Beatrice stumbles into the lecture hall with a bouncing baby strapped to her chest and homework in hand. She greets Beatrice with raised eyebrows and a tilted head, waiting for the rushed and desperate explanation from Beatrice.

More below the break or on AO3.

"Will it scream?" Is the only question Dr. Superion has, shrugging and motioning to Beatrice’s seat when Beatrice assures Diana’s silence.

The lecture goes by mostly uneventful, with a minor hiccup when Diana first wakes back up and hates not being able to see what’s going on around her. Beatrice steps into the hallway, accepting two tiny slaps to her cheeks before she flips Diana around in the carrier and she’s content again, kicking her legs and flapping her arms gleefully.

Her second lecture of the day is with Professor Salvius — please call me Jillian, my name is Jillian — and she is properly ecstatic to have a baby in her class.

"It’s never too early to learn electrical fundamentals, is it…?" Jillian looks at Beatrice for the answer to the unasked question.

"Diana, like the princess."

Diana grabs at Jillian’s hands, cooing and babbling until Beatrice makes her way to her seat. Ignoring the lingering stares from a few of her classmates, Beatrice settles Diana on her lap with a stuffed rabbit and attempts to take notes throughout.

She ends up fighting Diana to not scribble on her notebook more than she actively takes notes.

They’re halfway to the quad when Diana starts wailing, Beatrice fumbling with the carrier and the diaper bag while searching for her pacifier. Beatrice’s heart is pounding and her cheeks are flushed a deep red when a random student stops beside her and offers to help. Beatrice nods and blinks the tears out of her eyes because everyone is staring and she refuses to cry.

The boy digs through the front pouch of the diaper bag while Beatrice bounces and shushes Diana, desperately rubbing circles in her back in what she can only hope is a calming manner. By the time he manages to find the pacifier, Diana is halfway asleep in Beatrice’s arms but Beatrice still accepts it gratefully.

The second time Beatrice has to take Diana to school with her is exactly a week later, Ava’s coworker called in so she had to stay late and she couldn’t get out of it. Beatrice is less nervous this time, but still uneasy.

Dr. Superion greets the both of them with a tight smile and a nod, and Jillian waves and grins at Diana.

The third time Beatrice takes Diana to school with her, it’s a deliberate choice. Ava isn’t feeling well and Beatrice wants her to be able to sleep without worrying about the baby.

Everything is well until Diana decides she doesn’t want to be in the carrier and, instead, wants to sit at Dr. Superion’s desk and play with her pens. Dr. Superion is surprisingly calm about it and simply moves her letter opener out of Diana’s reach. Jillian is more than happy to move her lecture outdoors so Diana can run and try to climb on the statue of the school mascot.

The girl that sits behind her in the lecture hall offers Beatrice her notes after realizing Beatrice’s divided attention has severely impacted her ability to take consistent notes.

The fourth time Beatrice takes Diana to school with her, it becomes apparent that the entire student body now recognizes Diana and most greet her by name in the halls. Beatrice rarely gets any acknowledgment, she’s certain almost none of these students know her name, but she enjoys it regardless.

She does have one interaction with a girl on the football team that will linger with her for many, many years. A passing remark that makes Beatrice’s ears burn and her stomach flip.

"Your daughter is precious. She looks so much like you." Beatrice thanks the stranger, but doesn’t correct her.

Beatrice doesn’t correct her.

The fifth time Beatrice takes Diana to school with her, Diana has a meltdown in the middle of her first lecture. Beatrice takes her to the hall and tries to calm her, but she’s inconsolable. Beatrice is considering skipping the rest of her lectures and taking Diana home when Dr. Superion opens the door.

"Let me see her." Beatrice blinks at Dr. Superion with her arms outstretched, reaching for the crying baby.

“It’s okay, we’re going home." Beatrice offers weakly, shifting the diaper bag on her back. Dr. Superion glares at her, stepping closer to them and letting the door close behind her.

"Believe it or not, Ms. Beatrice, but I did raise one of these myself. We will be covering exam material in this lecture and, if you intend to pass the course, it is imperative that you are in attendance. The child is clearly unsatisfied with you at the moment, so I would appreciate if you would give her to me and retake your seat."

Beatrice frowns and looks between Diana and Dr. Superion before relenting, easing the baby off her hip and into Dr. Superion’s arms. Dr. Superion cradles her and begins rubbing the pad of her thumb between Diana’s furrowed eyebrows, following the ridge of her eyebrows to her temples intermittently. Diana quickly quiets and relaxes against Dr. Superion’s chest, Beatrice sighs, allowing her shoulders to drop.

"How’d you do that?" As far as Beatrice is concerned, her professor is some sort of magician.

"My son used to get these wretched sinus headaches. She probably has allergies. Bring it up to her pediatrician at her next checkup." Dr. Superion speaks gently, her voice reminiscent and distant like she’s remembering something she hasn’t in a while before she fixes Beatrice with a pointed look. "Back to your seat, Ms. Beatrice."

They make it nearly to the end of the lecture before Diana starts crying again, although much softer this time. Beatrice stands immediately, only making it two steps before Superion tells her to sit again.

"This is distracting. There shouldn’t be whiny babies in my college classes. I’m paying a lot of money to be here and I can't even sit through a lecture without it being interrupted by a screaming kid." It comes from the far corner.

"You can always leave, Mister Daniel." Superion’s words are cutting and demanding, and Beatrice was very glad not to be on the receiving end of her sharp glare. "However, I am failing to understand the difference between a brief disruption and you sleeping through the entire lecture, as you have all semester."

There is a chorus of gasps and Beatrice stands again, ignoring Dr. Superion’s prompt to retake her seat and taking Diana from her. She clicks Diana into the carrier — which has gotten significantly easier to use — and leaves. She takes Diana home and they spend the day stacking blocks and singing to various musicals with Ava.

The first Wednesday Beatrice doesn’t take Diana to school with her, she gets stopped by at least a dozen students asking if Diana is okay and Dr. Superion starts the class with a short anonymous vote. She passes out notecards and tells everyone to write the numbers one through three, skipping every other line.

"This is a quick classroom survey in response to the events that transpired last week. There are no repercussions for your answers. Please be honest." She waits until everyone is looking at her again before continuing.

"Question one: is Diana, Ms. Beatrice’s baby, a distraction to the class?"

Beatrice’s face flushes hot as she stares at Dr. Superion, contemplating walking out of class again, only for her professor to continue.

"Question two: does it bother you that I allow Diana to stay during lectures?"

A man across the aisle glances intermittently at Beatrice, and the urge to walk out is overwhelming, but the need to not be seen anchors her in place.

"Question three: would you prefer I didn’t allow Diana back to class after last week’s incident?"

There’s a shuffle behind Beatrice, a soft murmuring of conversation that ripples through the air and draws everyone’s attention.

"Do you have something you would like to say, Ms. Yasmine?" Beatrice first met Yasmine in class two years prior, an excruciating mathematics course that almost led them to switch majors, until they decided to study together and realized the other understood what they did not.

Right now, Yasmine meets her gaze and shakes her head before turning to Dr. Superion.

"Yes, actually. I think this is bullshit. Diana should be allowed to stay, Daniel is a misogynistic asshole and he deserves to be kicked out of the class." Yasmine stands and points to Daniel’s empty seat.

A chorus of agreement is heard, with everyone either nodding or verbally agreeing.

"Seeing Diana is the best part of my week," a voice calls from across the classroom.

"She’s sweet and not at all distracting."

"I don’t understand why anyone cares what Daniel thinks."

"Diana deserves to be here."

"Beatrice should be allowed to bring her baby to class."

Dr. Superion allows the classroom to erupt for exactly two minutes before she quiets them.

"Are there any students who feel Diana should not be in this class or can't focus with her around? Again, there are no repercussions right now. In this classroom, everyone should feel that they are being given the best learning experience. This is me ensuring that."

It’s silent, the air in the room Arctic cold and thick as an iceberg while they wait. Beatrice doesn’t dare look around, she doesn’t know if she can handle any more rejection.

"Then it’s settled. Ms. Beatrice?" Dr. Superion waits until Beatrice meets her eyes, which are softer than she’s ever seen them. "Diana is always welcome in my class."

Beatrice glances around the lecture hall, searching for even a single hand in the air. When she doesn’t find any, she settles on Daniel’s seat and her stomach turns sour.

"Mister Daniel has elected not to take the course this semester and instead will retake it next semester; you need not worry about him."

"She kicked him out after you left last week," the woman beside her whispers, leaning closer to Beatrice with a dimpled grin. "She basically told him he’s going to have to switch his major because he can’t graduate without this course and she’s the only one teaching it."

Jillian intercepts Beatrice when she’s halfway to her lecture, waving her off to the side of the hallway. Beatrice bites the inside of her cheek but follows her, leaning against the wall and waiting for Jillian to speak.

"My wi - my colleague Dr. Superion informed me of last week’s events. I wanted to personally assure you that Diana will always, always be welcome in my lecture hall. The two of you were greatly missed last week, and not just by me, multiple students asked me if the both of you were okay and if I knew anything."

Beatrice nods hollowly and steps around Jillian and into the lecture hall, taking her seat silently and arranging her study materials in a rehearsed manner. Her phone buzzes in her pocket, three messages back to back and she knows it’s Ava before she even lights up the screen.

Ava: i know u cant take her to class anymore but can we have lunch?

Ava: she hasnt stopped crying since u left this morning

Ava: every time i get her half calm she asks for u and starts crying all over again

Beatrice’s heart tugs in her chest as she types out her response.

Beatrice: Lunch sounds wonderful, I have a break in 90 minutes?

The reply is almost instantaneous, a series of smiley face emojis and a single pink heart. Beatrice slips her phone back into her pocket with a smile on her face as Jillian starts the lecture.

Ava: we r at the cafe w cam and lilith

Beatrice: Just left class, be there in seven minutes.

Ava: exactly 7? im starting a timer

Beatrice grins and speeds up, slipping in between groups and telling herself that her heart is racing from the rush and not the prospect of seeing Ava. She has to repress the urge to sprint when she catches a glimpse of Ava and Diana through the glass of the cafe, barely remembering to check for oncoming cars before darting across the street.

She’s breathless when she bursts into the cafe, smiling wide and bright. Lilith rolls her eyes and holds Diana out to Beatrice like she has just been informed the baby is a biohazard. Diana squeals and kicks her arms and legs out as she makes grabbing motions for Beatrice.

"Bea-Bea! Bea-Bea!" Diana squeals as Beatrice takes her from Lilith, holding her other arm out for the very obviously exhausted Ava to collapse into her chest. Ava tucks her nose into Beatrice’s neck while Beatrice holds her tightly by the hips, accepting the multitude of wet and sticky kisses Diana is pressing against her cheek.

"Hey," Beatrice traces the curve of Ava’s spine with the tips of her fingers slowly, smiling at the quiet hum of acknowledgement she receives in response. Lilith feigns a gag and Camila flicks her ear before tugging her behind the counter and forcing her back to work. Beatrice rests her cheek against the top of Ava’s head and smiles at Diana, teasing in her question. "Did you break your mum, Diana?"

"Sorry," Ava takes a deep breath and stands, obviously trying to stifle a yawn behind a shaky inhale before she slips back into the booth. Beatrice slides in across from her, holding Diana by the torso when she stands and slaps the table repeatedly. "I’m just so tired today, but I’m okay."

Beatrice tilts her head softly, laughing gently when Ava rolls her eyes. Diana laughs with her, the sound tugging Ava’s lips into a soft smile.

"I’m good, Bea. I promise." Ava assures, reaching across the table before retreating halfway through the action and dropping her hand back into her lap.

"You look exhausted, Ava. I can take her the rest of today so you - "

"No, you told me what happened last week. I’ve been expecting too much from you." Ava is steadfast in her dismissal, strong and committed even though Beatrice knows how desperately she needs a nap. Beatrice appreciates how she doesn’t want to take advantage of her generosity, but something has to give.

"You haven’t expected any more than I’m willing to give." Beatrice wraps a steadying hand around Diana’s stomach as she leans forward, reaching her hand across the table in the same motion Ava had just retracted. Ava sighs and takes Beatrice’s hand in her own, her fingers a live wire intwined with Beatrice’s. "I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t willing, Ava."

Ava sighs and presses her lips together, scrunching her nose up in a way that makes Beatrice forget to breathe. Diana bounces on Beatrice’s lap and Beatrice has to drop Ava’s hand to steady her before she does it again, giggling and shrieking all the while.

"She’s a lot today." Ava looks down, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth and rubbing her nose. Beatrice reaches across the table and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand lingering before brushing the pad of her thumb across Ava’s cheek.

"She’s a lot every day, Ava." She keeps her voice light and teasing, she knows how guilty Ava feels just for admitting she needs help, she doesn’t want to make it worse. The watch Diana take the sugar packet tray, tip it over, and spill the colorful packets across the tabletop. "How about this, I am going to keep her the rest of the day and you are going to go home and sleep. And, if you’re still feeling guilty tonight, you can make me that weird pasta that I love. Sound good?"

Ava shakes her head and opens her mouth in what Beatrice knows is going to be a rejection so she interjects.

"It was a rhetorical question, I wanted you to know the plan and feel like we decided it together. I’m keeping her and you’re going to sleep." Ava pouts, she honest to god pouts and Beatrice is suddenly extremely distracted with the thought of kissing her pout away.

Beatrice forces her attention back to Diana, who is pulling the sugar packets to the edge of the table. She knows she was staring at Ava’s lips, she just really hopes Ava isn’t aware of it too.

Beatrice cups her hands under the edge of the table and catches the sugar packets when Diana topples them over the edge, smiling when Diana giggles and kisses her cheek. When she looks back at Ava, the tips of her ears and nose are red and her smile is softer than it was before.

When they say goodbye an hour later, Ava lingers in her hug with Beatrice, her nose tucked into Beatrice’s neck.

"If I’m giving you a ride, you better hurry the fuck up." Camila flicks Lilith’s ear again and chastises her before pulling her to the other side of the car, their voices carry but their words don’t. Beatrice wonders briefly what they’re talking about before she’s distracted by Ava moving away.

"Thank you," she whispers before she lifts Diana off Beatrice’s hip and helps clasp her into the carrier, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "Be good, okay? I love you."

Ava leans forward again and brushes her lips over Beatrice’s cheek before she’s gone, slipping inside Lilith’s little car and slamming the door behind her. Beatrice takes a shaking inhale and blinks.

They’re gone by the time she’s recovered, cheeks burning and skin vibrating. She doesn’t have time to dwell on the moment when Diana swings her tiny hand back and smacks her in the face.

"Uh-oh." Diana tries to twist to see where she hit Beatrice, bottom lip stuck out and chin quivering and Beatrice’s heart aches.

"It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry." Beatrice bounces Diana, offering her own hands for Diana to hold, which Diana accepts ecstatically.

Beatrice is uncertain of a lot of things — whether Ava meant that kiss as a friendly gesture or as something more, whether Ava feels the same way as her, what would happen if she told Ava everything — but she is certain of one thing: she loves Diana and she would do anything to stay in her life and keep her happy, healthy, and safe.

Including not confessing her undeniable feelings for Ava.

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