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I need fan art of Beatrice and ava with tattoos. I think it would solve all my problems.
I'm going to list my favorite ships because I want to :)
I'm not really sure what you do on blogs so I'm just going to list out all my favorite ships, both canon and fanon, for funsies. These are also not in any particular order.
Catradora (Catra x Adora) from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power.
Sashannarcy (Sasha Waybright x Anne Boonchuy x Marcy Wu) from Amphibia.
Barrissoka (Barriss Offee x Ahsoka Tano) from Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
Lumity (Luz Noceda x Amity Blight) from The Owl House.
Chaggie (Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie) from Hazbin Hotel.
Chaggily (Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie x Emily) from Hazbin Hotel.
Veronica Santangelo x Christine Royce from Fallout: New Vegas.
Stolitz (Stolas Ars Goetia x Blitzo Buckzo) from Helluva Boss.
Shakarian (Female Commander Shepard x Garrus Vakarian) from the Mass Effect Trilogy.
Female Commander Shepard x Garrus Vakarian x Tali'Zorah nar Rayya from the Mass Effect Trilogy
Honour x Justinia Hayman from Old World Blues (the Fallout overhaul mod for Hearts of Iron IV).
Dipcifica (Dipper Pines x Pacifica Northwest) from Gravity Falls.
(Female) Sole Survivor x Piper Wright x Cait from Fallout 4.
Caitvi (Caitlyn Kiramman x Vi) from Arcane: League of Legends.
Briolet (Brion Markov x Violet Harper) from Young Justice.
Shepley (Female Commander Shepard x Ashley Williams) from the Mass Effect Trilogy.
Honorable Mentions, still in no particular order:
Avatrice (Ava Silva x Beatrice) from Warrior Nun
Spitfire (Wally West x Artemis Crock) from Young Justice.
Frilda (Frida x Hilda) from Hilda.
Korrasami (Korra x Asami Sato) from The Legend of Korra.
(Female) Lone Wanderer x Sarah Lyons from Fallout 3.
Veesha (Vee Noceda x Masha) from The Owl House.
Huskerdust (Husk x Angel Dust) from Hazbin Hotel.
Blyla (Commander Bly x Aayla Secura) from Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
Supermartian (Conner Kent x M’gann M’orzz) from Young Justice.
Anidala (Anakin Skywalker x Padme Amidala) from the Star Wars Prequel Trilogy.
Supercorp (Kara Zor-El x Lena Luthor) from Supergirl.
Kanera (Kanan Jarrus x Hera Syndulla) from the Star Wars: Rebels.
Beckifer (Beckett Mariner x Jennifer Sh'reyan) from Star Trek: Lower Decks.
Anyways, hope you found some sort of entertainment or interest from my list of favorite ships.
Also some statistics for funsies! Of the twenty-eight ships, seventeen are F/F, eight are F/M, two are M/M, one is F/NB, and one is M/NB. For the Shepard/Garrus/Tali ship, I am counting it as both F/F and F/M. So Sapphic ships are 60.7%, Straight ships are 28.5%, Achillian ships are 7.1%, and Non-Binary ships are 7.1%. Of the twenty-eight ships, twenty-five are monogamous while three are polyamorous, so 89.2% monogamous to 10.7% polyamorous. Math is fun!
Ava: Yeah, we’re friends, but I would kiss you if you asked.
Beatrice: What?
Ava: What?
Camila: *eating chips in the background* YOU SAID YOU WOULD KISS HER IF SHE ASKED.
I've begun pre-production (pre-writing? Writing prep?) on Silva's 8 :)
I just realized that it would be so easy to make a Ocean's 8/Warrior Nun fic with Ava, Beatrice, Camila, Lilith, Mary, Yasmine, Mother Superion, and Shannon trying to steal the crown of thorns. Has someone done it before? Am I the one who's gonna have to do it?
Say I decided to post the next chapter of Here I Am, Next to You (You Pull at my Seams) on Wednesday instead of waiting until Saturday:
Here I Am, Next to You (You Pull at My Seams) - An Avatrice and MaryShannon fanfiction
Hey everyone! Here’s an extract from my new summer romance fic, featuring in equal measure Avatrice and MaryShannon! If you like what you read, the link to the full chapter will be at the end!
On the other side of the pool, Ava was paddling away from the shallow part. She ignored the pain in her limbs and pressed on, all the while Mary was calling from the side of the pool.
“Ava, come back on this side. Don’t you want to learn how to swim properly, rather than… whatever you’re doing?”
Ava shrugged off her comments.
“I’m fine,” she shouted back.
She was in the middle of the pool now, where the ground was so deep that she couldn’t feel it even with the tip of her toes. She was paddling her arms and legs as fast as she could to keep her head above the water. On the side of the pool, a young woman in a black swimming suit stepped up to the diving board. She had long, strong legs. Her hair was hidden beneath a black swimming cap, though a few small one still peaked out, plastered on the nape of her neck. Droplets of water had collected in the hollow of her throat, now running over to the edge of her swimsuit.
Ava forgot to paddle. She stared. It lasted only long enough that she felt herself sinking beneath the water. Panic rose in her chest and she kicked the water hard. She couldn’t calm down. Every kick of her legs only seem to drag her further under the water. She tried calling for help, but water filled her mouth and smothered her voice.
She didn’t hear the splash, only felt someone grabbing her and pulling her to the surface. She continued to struggle, but her rescuer was strong.
“You’re okay,” the voice of a young woman told her. “You’re okay.”
Ava finally snapped out of her panic. She was being pulled toward the ladder, held firmly above the water. Once she could finally grab the ladder to keep herself from drowning, she pulled away from her savior. Her heart sputtered in her chest when she realized it was the girl from the diving board.
“I’m…”
Ava wasn’t sure what she was trying to say. They stood so close to one another that she could see the freckles on the other girl’s face. I’m grateful? I’m Ava?
“I’m dead,” she thought and said at the same time, because she had to be.
The girl frowned.
“No, I… I pulled you out,” she replied with confusion.
“Yeah, no, obviously. I’m not dead, dead. I’m just… I’m Ava.”
Before the other girl could introduce herself, Mary arrived just in time to drag Ava out of the pool.
“I told you to stay in the shallow part. I warned you, didn’t I?”
Ava rolled her eyes and exited the pool. Mary threw her towel at her and Ava brushed the chlorine water out of her eyes.
“I was fine. I did it on purpose again.”
Then, she saw her rescuer was climbing after her, and giving her strange look, and Ava was quick to respond.
“I mean I didn’t do it on purpose to scare anyone. I had everything under control, totally.”
“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said,” Mary replied, earning herself a glare.
A moment later, another woman joined them. She wasn’t wearing a swimsuit, but shorts and a tank top, her long brown hair held in a ponytail.
“Everything alright?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, Miss Masters,” Ava’s rescuer said. “I thought she was drowning, I…”
“You did good, don’t worry.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Mary intervened. “Ava doesn’t know when a joke has gone too far.”
“It’s fine. Better safe than sorry.”
“I just got tired all of a sudden is all,” Ava tried to defend herself against Mary’s glare without passing for a complete loser in front of the cute girl.
Full chapter 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45141238/chapters/113558530
Chapter 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45141238/chapters/114008935
I just realized that it would be so easy to make a Ocean's 8/Warrior Nun fic with Ava, Beatrice, Camila, Lilith, Mary, Yasmine, Mother Superion, and Shannon trying to steal the crown of thorns. Has someone done it before? Am I the one who's gonna have to do it?
Here I Am, Next to You (You Pull at My Seams) - An Avatrice and MaryShannon fanfiction
Hey everyone! Here’s an extract from my new summer romance fic, featuring in equal measure Avatrice and MaryShannon! If you like what you read, the link to the full chapter will be at the end!
On the other side of the pool, Ava was paddling away from the shallow part. She ignored the pain in her limbs and pressed on, all the while Mary was calling from the side of the pool.
“Ava, come back on this side. Don't you want to learn how to swim properly, rather than... whatever you're doing?”
Ava shrugged off her comments.
“I'm fine,” she shouted back.
She was in the middle of the pool now, where the ground was so deep that she couldn't feel it even with the tip of her toes. She was paddling her arms and legs as fast as she could to keep her head above the water. On the side of the pool, a young woman in a black swimming suit stepped up to the diving board. She had long, strong legs. Her hair was hidden beneath a black swimming cap, though a few small one still peaked out, plastered on the nape of her neck. Droplets of water had collected in the hollow of her throat, now running over to the edge of her swimsuit.
Ava forgot to paddle. She stared. It lasted only long enough that she felt herself sinking beneath the water. Panic rose in her chest and she kicked the water hard. She couldn't calm down. Every kick of her legs only seem to drag her further under the water. She tried calling for help, but water filled her mouth and smothered her voice.
She didn't hear the splash, only felt someone grabbing her and pulling her to the surface. She continued to struggle, but her rescuer was strong.
“You're okay,” the voice of a young woman told her. “You're okay.”
Ava finally snapped out of her panic. She was being pulled toward the ladder, held firmly above the water. Once she could finally grab the ladder to keep herself from drowning, she pulled away from her savior. Her heart sputtered in her chest when she realized it was the girl from the diving board.
“I'm...”
Ava wasn't sure what she was trying to say. They stood so close to one another that she could see the freckles on the other girl's face. I'm grateful? I'm Ava?
“I'm dead,” she thought and said at the same time, because she had to be.
The girl frowned.
“No, I... I pulled you out,” she replied with confusion.
“Yeah, no, obviously. I'm not dead, dead. I'm just... I'm Ava.”
Before the other girl could introduce herself, Mary arrived just in time to drag Ava out of the pool.
“I told you to stay in the shallow part. I warned you, didn't I?”
Ava rolled her eyes and exited the pool. Mary threw her towel at her and Ava brushed the chlorine water out of her eyes.
“I was fine. I did it on purpose again.”
Then, she saw her rescuer was climbing after her, and giving her strange look, and Ava was quick to respond.
“I mean I didn't do it on purpose to scare anyone. I had everything under control, totally.”
“That's the stupidest thing you've ever said,” Mary replied, earning herself a glare.
A moment later, another woman joined them. She wasn't wearing a swimsuit, but shorts and a tank top, her long brown hair held in a ponytail.
“Everything alright?” she asked.
“I'm sorry, Miss Masters,” Ava's rescuer said. “I thought she was drowning, I...”
“You did good, don't worry.”
“I'm sorry about that,” Mary intervened. “Ava doesn't know when a joke has gone too far.”
“It's fine. Better safe than sorry.”
“I just got tired all of a sudden is all,” Ava tried to defend herself against Mary's glare without passing for a complete loser in front of the cute girl.
Full chapter 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45141238/chapters/113558530
Chapter 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45141238/chapters/114008935
The Valentine’s Day Gift
Ava doesn’t have a family photo album. If she ever had one, it was destroyed in the car crash, like her childhood. Sometimes, she imagines that she could find it again, tugged into a cardboard box in some storage space in Portugal, where their landlord might have kept the things they left behind, hoping that they would return to claim them one day. But she doesn’t keep that hope alive. Most likely she will never see what her life was before that fatal crash, and she’s made her peace with it.
Beatrice doesn’t think she has a family photo album. Her parents weren’t the kind of people who bothered to take pictures on whatever business trip passed for a family holiday. She knows they have some pictures, class photos and tournament pictures taken by her coachs, but none was given to her when she joined the OCS. Part of her wishes she had one, she tells Ava one evening, and Ava jokes that she must have been a cute kid and makes her feel better about it, but deep down, it doesn’t quite fill the hole.
For Valentine’s Day, Ava presents Beatrice with a large package, tenderly and clumsily wrapped.
“I thought we said no gift,” Beatrice berates her, even as her own is hidden in the drawer of her bedside table.
“Yeah, yeah, just open it.”
So Beatrice does. Inside the cardboard box, she finds a beautiful, black leather-bound photo album. The word “family” is hetched in golden letters on the cover. It’s not empty either. Flipping inside, Beatrice finds pictures dating back to when she joined the OCS. It’s her, and Lilith, and Mary, and Shannon, and later, Camila. After that are pictures she has never seen, pictures she assumes Ava must have taken on their last trip to the Cat’s Craddle. Pictures of Yasmine agonizing after training, and Camila teaching the new recruits, and Mother Superion feeding the stray cats in the garden. Then, it’s pictures of the two of them in Switzerland, during their two months in hiding. Their time training, decorating their apartment, going grocery shopping and working at the bar. The most mondain of activities which had been so new to Ava back then.
Finally, a third of the way through the album, she finds pictures of them now, traveling, living, loving. There’s still many pages to fill, and Beatrice can’t help but contemplate the blank pages taking up most of the photo album, waiting for their own pictures.
“I know it won’t replace the childhood memories we lost,” Ava says, “but I thought we should have one.”
Beatrice is close to tears and her heart has never been filled with more love. The photo album is kept in a proeminent place in their living room. Soon, Beatrice adds a little 1 on the first page, and buys another. It is the second of many more to come.
Angels Like You Can’t Fly Down Here - Part 2
Hey everyone! Part 2/2 of my Avatrice fic in Space is out! Here’s an extract and if you want to read the whole thing I have a link to both parts below!
Ava spent the rest of the trip in the cockpit, as far away from Beatrice as she could. She picked up a book and tried to read, but her mind kept wandering back to the woman who had somehow broken her heart even as they had only spent one night together. Perhaps not her heart. Perhaps only a chunk of it, that hopeful, silly romantic chunk who would have launched a thousand ships to find her again. She was on the other side of the door, and Ava was resigned to the fact that neither a thousand, nor a million ship could bring her back to her.
Nueva Madrid was a colony on a rocky, jungle-field planet called Leon B. The city jutted from between the cliffs, while the train hung on the side of a ravine, taking passengers to the planet's other colonies. The astroport was a belt of concrete on top of a cliff overlooking the city. A giant elevator connected the two, perpetually ascending and descending the rough brown stone.
Ava picked up her headphones once more and called the control tower.
“Control, this is the Archangel. Code number FN-1203-22. We require a landing spot in astroport 3.”
She waited a moment, her nail tapping against the stick. They didn't usually take so long to answer. She was about to ask again when her headphones finally came to life.
“This is control. Sorry for the delay. We're kinda full at 3, do you mind taking a cargo spot?”
Ava shrugged.
“Nope. I'll take it.”
She wasn't about to stay anyway. She would drop them off, clean that stupid sharpy mark on the front of her ship, then get off the planet. The more distance she put between Beatrice and herself, the better.
The cargo spot she had been given was at the bottom of the ring, rather than on the ring itself. There, the space had been separated into eight parking spots for the bigger cargo ships. Her small ship was a waste of space, but at least she had no trouble landing. She turned off the engine then sighed.
“Should I see our guests out?” Michael asked.
“No, I'll take care of it.”
She stood out of her seat and straightened the collar of her jacket. In the living room, the OCS members were waiting for her by the airlock.
“Well, it was fun, but I need my payment now.”
Lilith frowned.
“I thought you had agreed to a favor. That's what Mary said.”
“Yeah, but I need a token. Something to prove you guys owe me.”
Ava could see the muscles of Lilith's jaw working. Before she could come up with anything, Beatrice pulled a dagger from her chest plate, and set it on the table.
“It's marked. They will know who gave it to you.”
“Thank you.”
Ava opened the airlock and led the little group out of the ship.
“Thank you for traveling with Air Ava. We don't take complaints and if anything is missing from my ship I will find you.”
PART 1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44800671/chapters/112718467#workskin
PART 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44800671/chapters/113142232
Angels Like You Can’t Fly Down Here - an Avatrice fanfiction (in Space)
Hey everyone! Here’s an extract from the first part of my new fic, where Ava is a pilot/smuggler taking a job for the OCS. It’s all very angsty (but with a happy ending). If you enjoy the link to the full story is at the end!
There was a time when Ava used to like this song. That was the reason why she had thought it would be a good idea to set it as her alarm. Now, she hated that song. It blared in every room of her small ship, much louder than it had any reason to be. Her head was pounding with the base. She opened her eyes a crack and found far too much light on the other side. She forced them shut once more.
“Michael,” she mumbled, but it sounded like a shout to her. “Michael, turn it off.”
“I'm sorry, Ava, I'm afraid I can't do that,” the ship's AI answered. “You told me to keep playing your alarm until you were awake, and to wake you before ten.”
“What time is it?” she asked, her dried tongue struggling with every word.
“9:59.”
She let out a sound, half a sigh of resignation and half a groan of pain, and sat up, her eyes still partially closed.
“Alright, I'm awake. I'm awake. You can turn that shit off.”
Finally, blessedly, the music came to a stop. Ava rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She had slept on the leather booth in the tiny space she used as a living room, both legs and one arm hanging off the side. Her shoulder was killing her, but the pain was nothing compared to her massive headache. As she sat, she realized her belt had been undone, but not much else. Had she brought anyone home the night before? Were they still here?
“What happened last time?” she asked as she scooted out of the booth, stretching her right shoulder.
“You brought a woman back with you then promptly fell asleep in the living room,” Michael explained. “She left soon after.”
Ava groaned.
“Did she steal anything?”
“She did not.”
Well, at least that was something less to worry about. Ava took off her leather jacket – she needed to stop sleeping in that jacket, it made her sweat what little water she had left in her body – and threw it on top of the pile of stuff already on the small, circular table.
“I need a shower. And breakfast.”
“I suggest a cream cheese bagel this morning.”
“Again?”
“That is the only thing you have in your kitchen. You forgot to go grocery shopping again yesterday.”
Ava wished she could blame the AI for not reminding her sooner, but she knew Michael had reminded her every morning before she left the ship for at least three days now. She could only blame herself on this one.
She took a too long, too warm shower, letting the previous night run down the drain. She should drink less, she knew, but it was difficult when the best place to find work was a bar. She could order non-alcoholic beverages, sure, but who would want to hire a smuggler who couldn't hold their liquor? She had a reputation to maintain.
She came out feeling better and even more dehydrated than before. Once dressed in clean clothes – a rare commodity on this ship, because she had forgotten to do the laundry again – she went into the kitchen to get the biggest glass of water she could find, and spread whatever cream cheese she had left on half a bagel. She would kill for some takeout, but until she'd scored another job, she had to be careful with her money, and she was slowly accumulating a tab at the bar that would need taken care of.
She chewed her bagel without thinking about it, her mind a thousand years away. She wasn't disappointed that the woman had gone last night before anything could have happened. She was somewhat glad. She knew what her drunk self had been trying to do. She was trying to forget Helen.
Helen wasn't her real name, Ava knew. She hadn't given her real name either. When the tall, beautiful young woman had introduced herself at the bar, and given the name Helen, Ava had decided to play along, and had introduced herself as Ariadne. Helen had seemed distracted at first, glancing about the bar, but as the night progressed, they had gotten along well. Ava had convinced her to go back to her ship. Helen had seemed nervous, but she had come along anyway. One thing had led to another, and they had slept together. When Ava had woken up in the morning, Helen had been gone.
Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44800671/chapters/112718467
You know that when Ava and Beatrice get married they're asking Mother Superion to officiate. Like I know priests are the only ones who can officiate weddings in the Catholic faith, but by then they will have probably kill God/Reya so rules are not that important
Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - Part 2 begins!
Hey everyone! As promised I have returned with the beginning of the other half of my Priory of the Orange Tree AU! Here’s the beginning of the new chapter and the link to the whole thing is at the end!
They had sailed past the Quarl Bay and left its golden shores earlier in the week. With every passing day the boat circled away from Carscaro, around the Albatross Point and toward the Swan Strait. With every passing day Ava's spirit seem to improve. Soon they would be out of sight of Yscalin entirely, and Beatrice suspected she might be back to her usual self by then.
Their days on the boat had not been spent idly. Neither Beatrice nor Camila had relented their training of Ava – though Camila had had to stop her archery training after Ava had almost stabbed one of the sailors with an arrow. The sight of Ava fighting Beatrice and Beatrice pushing her back at every turn had become quite usual on the ship, to the point that no one even batted an eye when Ava was thrown on the deck. Neither did Ava care either.
Beatrice threw her off with ease and she landed on the wood hard, the air being thrown out of her body. A moment later, the halo healed whatever bruise would have formed. She waited until its light had receded to sit up. Beatrice stood above her still, arms still up as if she expected Ava to attack her right away. Ava was too out of breath. She would rather sit there and look up at her protector, a single strand of hair falling out of her serious bun and on the side of her face, forehead gleaming under the sunlight. She looked expectedly down at her, brown eyes hard to decipher.
“Break,” Ava called, finally.
Beatrice relaxed, her entire frame sinking an inch, though she remained straight as an arrow.
“Wasn't your last break ten minutes ago?”
“Actually,” Camila pipped up from her seat in the shadow of the mast, “it was two hours ago, give or take.”
She glanced back at the sun, hand over her eyes, then gave a nod. Beatrice held out her hand to help Ava up. Ava accepted it gratefully, and pushed herself back up.
“Your stamina has improved significantly,” Beatrice commented.
“Is that a compliment?” Ava replied, a pleased smile on her lips.
“It's a fact. Now if your fighting capabilities could only match your enthusiasm, I would feel more at ease with our arrival in Brygstad next week.”
Full chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/111459781
Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - Interlude: Demons Become Angels to Some
Hello everyone! As a surprised birthday gift to myself I have decided to post a little Interlude between part 1 and 2 ;) Link to the full mini-chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/111137689
We know Bea taught Ava how to swim but have we thought about the implications? Ava in her red swim suit, ready to jump into the water any chance she gets so she can splash Bea. Bea who bought a black one piece suit thinking it would be the most modest option but her arms and legs are very much on display. Them trying not to stare at each other because if Ava stops paddling she will drown but it's hard to focus when Bea is holding her. Meanwhile Bea is having a gay panic attack because she needs to keep Ava close but that is a lot of skin to skin contact. And all of that in the municipal swimming pool.
The Perfect Christmas Gift - An Avatrice fanfiction
Hey everyone! Merry Christmas! As a gift to this beautiful fandom I wrote this very fluffy fanction. Here’s an extract and if you’re interested, you can follow the link at the end for the full story!
The market was so crowded Ava could barely see what each little wooden house had to offer. She could smell the mulled wine and waffles and gingerbread every time they came close to a food stand, but otherwise she couldn't tell those who sold jewelry from those who sold paintings. Thankfully, she had taken Mary and Lilith with her. They were tall enough to see the stalls and had no problem pushing people aside to help Ava through.
“Look, this one is pretty,” Mary said, pointing to one of the paintings hung inside the cabin. “She could hang it in her office.”
Ava hummed as she thought.
“I'm not sure...”
Beside them, Lilith rolled her eyes.
“Shall we put it on the list then? With the dozen other ideas you're not sure on?”
Mary clicked her tongue and slapped her arm.
“Be nice.”
“If Ava wanted me to be nice, she wouldn't have brought me out here when there's a crowd and I'm freezing without even buying me alcohol. Ava brought me to be honest and push people aside.”
She turned to Ava.
“Beatrice doesn't need a painting for Christmas. She doesn't need a new fountain pen or a cute frog kettle.”
Ava whined.
“But I don't know what she needs.”
“You're her girlfriend. That is literally your job.”
Mary glared at Lilith, wrapping her arm around Ava's shoulders to pull her away.
“Don't listen to her. Beatrice doesn't need anything because she's happy, and that's all your doing. It doesn't matter what you get her for Christmas, she will like it.”
“No, this has to be perfect. It's our first Christmas together, just the two of us. I will never be able to rival the kind of gifts her parents gave her.”
Mary shook her gently as if it would bring her bubbly disposition back.
“And you don't have to. Her parents were just trying to buy her forgiveness. You have nothing to worry about. Whatever you get her, I promise you, she will be pleased.”
“Oh look,” Lilith said, prompting Ava to stop and turn, and Mary to follow her.
She was pointing toward a small stall stuck between a wooden cabin and reindeers made out of light. It was protected from the cold only by a plastic roof on metal legs. Two large cages had been set up at the front, and puppies were playing inside. The shelter workers stood around them, chatting up the parents of children who had also spotted the puppies.
It wasn't long before Ava had pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of the puppy pens, her hand reaching out and retracting in hesitation. One of the puppy reached up and licked her hand and she giggled. Mary and Lilith caught up a moment later, just as Ava had began to pet a chubby white puppy.
“Beatrice would hate me if I brought one home,” she said with disappointment.
“Who doesn't like a surprised puppy?” Lilith replied, her voice dripping with irony.
“I hate to agree with Lilith, but for once she's right. I don't think Beatrice would appreciate if you came back with a puppy.”
Ava pouted, but stood out of her crouch with a sigh of resignation.
“Back to searching, I guess.”
Link to the full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43832500
Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - An Avatrice Priory of the Orange Tree AU
Hey everyone! I’m back with my first fanction in a while! This is a Priory of the Orange Tree AU where Ava is a Queen and Beatrice the protector sent from the Priory to keep her safe. Spoilers of the book! Here’s an extract from the first chapter and if you want to read more, the link it at the end!
Beatrice had read about those lavender fields, how they surrounded the city of Carscaro and filled the air with their sweet, powerful scent. The books had been true though they had undervalued the sight. From the road leading into the city, the rows of waist-high purple bushes opened like fans, and colored the horizon. The city stood among them, tall and proud, nestled against hard mountains. Camilla had also told her about Carscaro, though she had only visited the city once. She had told her to watch out for crowded spaces, where one was quite likely to lose their purse before they could spend a single coin. Beatrice had no money to spend. She had come to the city on foot, dressed as a pilgrim, the blades she carried hidden beneath her heavy cloak.
She entered the city, like everyone else, through the main gate, dodging between wine carts and noblemen carriages. She kept her gaze ahead, even as she encountered soldiers. She could feel them staring at her. She wondered, still, after weeks on a boat, why Mother Superion had sent her. She stood out in a crowd even as she didn't mean too. Easterners in the West remained a rarity, even as trade routes had opened significantly in the past few decades. Camilla may have less experience, but she would have fit in her native home far better than Beatrice ever could.
Following the instructions she had been given, she made her way to a tavern called The Dragonsbane. She brushed past the zealots preaching at the corner of the establishment and entered. It was the middle of the afternoon, and the tavern was quite empty, except for a few regulars already on their bar stools. She had no doubt it would change soon enough. Within, the smell of lavender had been replaced by that of wine, as if the walls had soaked in it. It made her nose itch.
She found her query easily enough, for their was only one man dressed in fine courtier silks in this small establishment. She sat in the chair opposite him. He held an untouched glass in his hand, swirling the Bordeaux liquid against the glass but never bringing it to his lips.
“I told Mother Superion that there was no need to send someone,” he said as she sat, keeping his voice low. “The killer has been apprehended, we will have the name of his employer soon enough.”
“This is just a precaution, Father Vincent. I won't intervene unless another attempt is made on her life.”
Link to the full first chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/109853208
I'm in the middle of writing a book but Netflix has forced my hand, so who's ready for an Avatrice Priory of the Orange Tree AU fanfic?
I hope Beatrice is the one who goes into the other world to rescue Ava in season 3, it would make a nice reference to/inversion of The Divine Comedy in which Dante followed his Beatrice into the afterlife.
Warrior Nun fandom, the sisters of the OCS wear something similar to a hakama for their battle gear. It’s not a skirt. I noticed this when Beatrice was fighting the guards at Arq Tech.
Warrior Nun is officially renewed!
Or Church of Christ too
god avatrice really just hits different when you were raised catholic and had to repress all that longing for a girl’s love but now that you’ve accepted your queerness you’re obsessed with subverting catholic imagery and metaphors and using them to articulate your gay yearning
