#avatrice fanfic

[lexa-el-amin]

Warrior Nun - Avatrice: Fan Fiction Recs

let's start with favorite authors:

everything by @sunsafewriting is next level. favorite stories are favourable conditions (pirate au!! the pining in this!) and do a flip (ava and bea take care of little diego! so adorable).

seabiscuit! they are all my favorite but if i had to rank them i'd say the thought of high windows (60s AU, Bea is very repressed and Ava very gay), of greater marvels yet to be (Bea is a nun in a church archive, Ava studies theology and falls in love in said archive), pull back the curtain for venus (Bea is an alien sent to earth to explore, she falls in love with Ava, obviously) and if mine, then yours (and so all yours) (switzerland fic, Ava sees Bea naked accidently and has a gay awakening).

@simplykorra is keeping us entertained singlehandely with all her fics, my favorite remains to be let me photograph you in this light (in case this is the last time) (set after season 2, Bea goes back to Switzerland and tries to live her life like Ava wanted her to).

then some tropes etc.:

my favorite switzerland stories are definitely show me something of a reckoning (fake dating!) and the gods we can touch (mutual pining!)

christmas fluff? christmas fluff! Snapshots for the future is set after season one. Bea wants to arange a perfect christmas for Ava, even if they are on the run from Adriel.

tension! pining! Ava and her stupid (and successful) plans to make Beatrice kiss her: Hickey AU and the to do list are the way to go! (honorary mention: To climb a tree by @frenchsoda. Bea is a personal trainer and Ava is very gay for her)

the planets & fates & all the stars aligned (i couldn’t lose) by @possibilistfanfiction (every wlw pairing needs a footy au! Bea and Ava are both professional football players and fall in love, obviously)

Whisks Worth Taking (a Bake Off AU) where Ava is a punny comedian and Beatrice a five star chef and they film a baking show together

can i get your house key? where Bea and Ava are roomates and besties and secretly in love with each other

#warrior nun #avatrice #avatrice fanfic #everyone is free to add their favorites!

[infinityinakiss]

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

[sapphicstacks]

“When— when you look at me like that… what does it mean?”

Ava furrowed her brows. “I have a look?”

The pink on Bea’s face spread down her neck and over her ears. She looked so beautiful that Ava couldn’t help but stare, enraptured. “Yeah, sometimes you— you’re doing it right now.”

Oh. Apparently, Ava had her own look of something.

Ava smiled softly, lovesick and hopeful that this shower would never end. “It’s love, Bea. I think you’re seeing love.”

Beatrice ducked her head as if she was briefly embarrassed. “Oh.”

Ava took the opportunity to press up onto her tiptoes and gently kiss Beatrice’s forehead. “What is it?” She mumbled against the wet skin.

“Has it always meant that?”

“I think so.”

Beatrice lifted her head again to make eye contact with Ava. “Does that mean… you’ve loved me for a long time?”

the final chapter (and an epilogue) of choose the devil I know (over the heaven I don’t) on AO3 now.

#💜 #i will miss this story more than i thought i would #thank you for loving it #it means so much to me #avatrice fanfic #avatrice fic #avatrice firefighter au #warrior nun fic #sapphicstacks ao3

[itscappyj]

A commisioned piece for my Band AU by the wonderful @notenotenotenote3!

It's so freaking adorable! This fic is very special to me, and especially the chapter where Pikachu first appears. Avatrice may be central but I wanted this fic to portray all types of love, not just romantic. It's a true chosen family story and I love them all.

#band au #warrior nun #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice #avatrice fanfic #art

[simplyavatrice]

the beauty of your repair - final chapter

Ava is running late. Not that it’s a huge deal, her plans with Beatrice were casual and very last minute, but when Beatrice asks her to come over Ava takes every opportunity she can to be with her.

She had every intention of leaving the gym right away after her workout, but when one of the trainers told her they liked the way she helped someone with their technique, it turned into a whole conversation about Ava’s potential as a personal trainer.

Which was not at all on her bingo card for the future but they ended up talking for almost thirty minutes and Ava left the conversation thinking about how much fun it might be.

She’s grown to love the gym, so much so that she’s the one dragging Mary to it now. It’s become her safe haven, it gives her a place to burn off her energy and maintain her focus. From yoga to weights and cardio training, Ava goes five times a week.

With every intention of asking Bea if she wants to start working out with her.

Tonight though, Ava is sprinting up the steps of the dispensary towards Bea’s apartment, cheap protein shake in hand and carrying her gym bag with a change of clothes.

When she reaches the door, Ava lifts one arm and smells herself, frowning as the stench of her workout fills her senses. Beatrice knows where she was and she knows Ava’s a sweater - still it’s not ideal.

But she’s here and she wants to see her girlfriend so she knocks and tucks her arms tightly at her side.

As the door opens, Ava hears the sounds of Fleetwood Mac coming from Beatrice’s little portable speaker.

Cosmo is lying on the floor in his dog bed that’s about a size too small. His head lifts up and his tail wags a little, but he’s clearly half asleep and doesn’t get up.

The Ava novelty has worn off a little for him.

That’s when she takes in the sight of Bea, with her hair tied back in a loose ponytail and wearing a loose fitting button down with the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone. She has a broom in her hand and a smile on her face.

“Hi,” Ava breathes, suddenly losing her voice a little.

CONT ON AO3

#avatrice #warrior nun #avatrice fanfic #warrior nun fanfic #it's been an absolute blast #thank you all for the love and support <3

[possibilistfanfiction]

I love your butch!Bea AU, so maybe something where Ava is just a silly little guy and Bea is just so done with Avas tomfoolery

‘do you have to be so…’

you grin. ’so what, bea?’

‘it’s just not going to work,’ she says, utterly worn down. it’s fun, though, to be honest, making her huff and roll her eyes and laugh at your antics with no stakes involved.

‘well, how do you know?’

you watch with a fair amount of delight when she goes through, quite passionately, a list of everything known about the halo and its healing capabilities, its protective nature over you and the ones you care for. she’s in a soft, big hoodie and blue socks that are wearing out at the heels — her favorites, so she’s reluctant to part with them, you think — curled up on the edge of the comfortable couch in your living room, a pillow in her lap. she’d gone to the barber yesterday, as she does every three weeks like clockwork now, and her fade is as neat as you’ve ever seen it, the short top, an inch long, perfect for you to run your fingers through, as far as you’re concerned, messy from sleep. her glasses are a little smudged and she’s languishing with her cup of coffee so, even though she could kill a man in less than a second and has been into triathlons (terrible) lately — you are not intimidated or deterred by her in the slightest.

there’s a whoosh of sulfur and then mary and lilith are popping into your house, effectively stopping beatrice’s laundry list of reasons your plan will never work.

‘what’s he trying to do now?’ mary says, headed to the kitchen while lilith settles into her favorite reading chair, seemingly disengaged but you know she’s listening.

beatrice looks pointedly at you. 

‘i’m feeling like doing something impulsive,’ you announce.

‘you? impulsive?’ lilith scoffs — a point for you, though, because she was paying attention. ‘who would’ve thought?’

‘whatever,’ you say, no bite in it. ‘i thought it would be fun to get a piercing, but beatrice is claiming i can’t.’

‘you want to pierce your —‘

she turns red without even saying it. ‘nipples,’ you finish for her, a grin on your face.

‘never mind,’ mary says, walking over to lilith with two cups of coffee. ‘i can’t listen to this. beatrice, text me,’ and then they’re gone.

‘did they just abscond with our mugs?’ 

beatrice sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. ‘what’s this really about?’

‘uh, it would be hot, i think. obviously.’ you roll your eyes. ‘and, like, everyone normal can do all kinds of impulsive shit that i can’t. what if i just really wanted to, like, skydive? or get a face tattoo?’

‘ava,’ she says, undeterred and a little weary. ‘what’s wrong?’

you swallow, the question hitting you square in the chest in a way you didn’t expect. it’s something, to be so seen and understood by someone. ‘nothing is wrong, really, i guess. i don’t know.’ 

she reaches for your hand and you sit next to her, lace your fingers together.

‘i just — with everything going on with my back, i guess i just feel, like…’ 

‘a loss of control?’ she asks, patiently after you’d been quiet for a while. 

you feel yourself let out an honest-to-god whine before you can stop it.

she smiles, a little sad and a little determined — she’s been waiting for this, you’re pretty sure, which is equal parts sweet and annoying. ‘i have an idea that i think might work better than nipple piercings to help you feel better. we can leave tonight even, if you want.’

you perk up and her smile blooms even further. ‘while i do definitely want to hear your idea of impulsivity, i just also need you to know that nipple piercings would be hot.’

she really does consider it. ‘perhaps,’ she offers.

‘i’ll take that as a yes,’ you say. ‘tell me about your idea.’

she sits up a little straighter and explains, hesitant enough at first to gauge your reaction, that she’s been researching adaptive ski and snowboarding programs. 

‘the alps?’ you ask, immediately a little teary.

‘if you’d like.’ she picks at her nail for a moment. ‘i’ve found ones closer to here as well, so wherever you’d like to go, we can go. just say the word.’

‘you really mean that?’

‘of course i do,’ she says, so sure, so steadfast. ‘and, plus, you know i’ll enjoy myself too.’

‘ah, yes, with your double black diamonds. insane.’

‘well, and the aprés ski with you.’

you grin and kiss her cheek. ‘as long as you promise to dance with me.’

‘i’ll do anything you want to make you happy, ava,’ she says, and it hits you in the chest that she means it. she means it, even though you’re mostly full of nonsense half the time, and you like to play pranks on her, and sometimes you get stoned and pester her to watch grace and frankie with you even though she’d been trying to read. she loves you through it all, the worst days, and you love her the same: when her hands shake; when she’s frustrated; when she worries so much about decisions she’s immobilized; when she’s too strict, even now. partnership, you’ve realized, is a practice.

‘switzerland, then?’

she smiles and kisses you. ‘i’ll book everything now.’

‘you have a spreadsheet, don’t you?’

‘of course,’ she says, as if there couldn’t be any other option. you laugh and she pulls it up on her laptop — there really are tabs on the sheet for at least six different programs that vary geographically and by difficulty level, and she’s also mapped out places to stay and restaurants you might enjoy, as well as other local attractions. 

‘this is so extra,’ you tell her, your voice a little shaky and the glance out the side of her eyes telling you, without words, she’s onto you. but it doesn’t matter: she gets everything all set up for tomorrow morning, and it’s there: love greater than this world, laid out in confirmation emails and conditionally formatted columns. ‘maybe we can visit jillian after,’ you say, the alternative being bursting into tears.

beatrice hums, never opposed to the idea of a trip to spain.

‘she could figure out how to pierce my nipples,’ you say, and beatrice groans. it’s the little victories.

#avatrice fanfic #wn fic #wn #avatrice #ava rly is just a silly little guy but honestly i get it #idk what i'd do without impulsive tattoos... girl i understand lol #butch bea 🥺🫡

[youreacroftlara]

Here’s a little preview of my upcoming Avatrice celebrity AU that’s partly inspired by Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce.

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Ava’s posture oozes confidence, which is impressive for someone so young when the room is filled with so many reporters.

Beatrice listens intently, her book long forgotten, as Ava answers questions about her upcoming match.

She speaks professionally about her preparations, her team's strategies, and her unwavering dedication to the sport. But every so often, she’ll crack a joke or flash a bright, playful smile that endears her to both the reporters and Beatrice.

It’s infectious, and Beatrice finds herself becoming increasingly smitten with Ava’s mannerisms, not to mention the subtle hint of an accent that is quite sexy.

The questions posed to Ava are fairly straightforward, and for the most part are to do with football – Beatrice wishes that she was more up to speed on the sport, but alas, she’s always found rugby to be more entertaining.

The press conference continues along, until one reporter asks Ava about her recent attendance at Beatrice’s concert. “You were at the Beatrice Young gig at Wembley on Saturday night, how was it?”

Betarice’s eyes are glued to the screen as Ava laughs at the question, her cheeks reddening.

“It was awesome yeah!” the football player answers, her smile right and wide. “Although, I was a little butt hurt I didn't get to hand her one of the bracelets I made for her. If you're up on her concerts, there are friendship bracelets handed out. I received a bunch of them, but I wanted to give Beatrice one with my number on it.”

Beatrice gasps out loud to her empty room, her heart in her throat at what’s just been said. Ava Silva wanted to give her a bracelet with her number on it? What did that mean?

The reporter echoes Beatrice’s thoughts with his next question, “Are you referring to 83, your shirt number or your phone number?”

With what can only be described as a ‘shit eating grin’ Ava winks at the camera, “I’ll let you figure that one out.”

The room erupts in laughter and shared whispers, and Beatrice's cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson.

#avatrice fanfic #avatrice fanfiction #avatrice #warrior nun #my writing #celebrity au #ava silva #sister beatrice #trust me this is gonna be a long one #i’m in 11k+ words and counting so far

[tally-kat]

Hi! I just posted my first chapter of my first fic!

Finally, in the distance Ava sees what JC was talking about.

The first one is tall with cheekbones that look like they could cut glass, her long hair done in a braid. The next woman is small, with a bright smile and curls on top of her head. The next is all muscle, tattoos, and braids sticking out of a cowboy hat.

Then standing slightly off to the side is Cowboy Hat 2 with just as many muscles as Cowboy Hat 1 but no tattoos, and she looks almost shy. The first three are waving as the bus rolls to a stop and Cowboy Hat 1 nudges Cowboy Hat 2 who sheepishly waves, and oh, Ava is struck with needing to know everything about that.

Or

Cowboy!Bea and CampCounselor!Ava AU

#warrior nun #avatrice #avatrice fanfic #warrior nun fanfiction

[sunsafewriting]

Do A Flip - chapter 7 (11.2k words)

chapter excerpt:

Shannon.

She’s always been a light sleeper, prone to waking up a few times a night, and the effect is magnified when she’s somewhere different. 

Tonight, different is their backyard: Diego has been desperate to go camping, and sleeping out under the stars behind Shannon and Mary’s house is their trial attempt at the whole experience. 

Beside her, Mary is still out, eyes closed. She tends to frown in her sleep, which Shannon finds charming; or perhaps what she finds charming is the way the frown clears when Mary wakes up, how she sees Shannon and her expression changes, first thing. 

Shannon slips out of their makeshift bed and stands, stretching her arm, working through a couple of nerve glides. Sometimes, when the weather changes too much too quickly, her old shoulder injury still twinges. It’s not too bad, anymore, but it’s better to get ahead of these things. 

From here, she can see the banked remains of the small fire they’d had in the pit, and the arrangement of the others, strewn out across the lawn. 

Diego, Ava, and Beatrice are lined up on a collection of mats. Ava has curled around Beatrice, and the way the two of them are pressed close makes Shannon sure they’ve slept like this before, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Together, Ava and Beatrice have made an art out of avoiding change, or rather, of changing everything except that last little thing that makes it impossible to go back. 

Diego’s head pops up from his nest of blankets. In the moonlight, Shannon can see him blink, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes. He catches sight of her and squirms free, scooping up his water bottle from the ground nearby before weaving his way over to her. 

He’s wearing a hoodie that he inherited from Ava recently — it features a graphic of a turtle in a judge’s wig, with the word TORTLE printed below. Shannon’s not sure he actually gets it, but he wears it all the time now anyway. 

"You’re awake, too," he says — softly, so he won’t wake everyone else.

"Yep. Thought I'd check out the stars for a bit."

They sit down together in two of the chairs by the firepit and tip their heads up to look at the sky. 

"How are you liking camping so far?" Shannon asks. 

"It’s cool," he whispers back. "Definitely marshmallows are the best part." 

Only Shannon, Ava, and Diego eat marshmallows — Beatrice is bothered by the texture and Mary finds them too sweet — but between the three of them, they’d managed to finish off a whole packet. Shannon had about three marshmallows total, so most of the credit has to be split between Ava and Diego’s industrious efforts. 

"Marshmallows are the best part," Shannon confirms. 

Diego’s attention drifts back to the stars for a moment, and then over to their campsite: the inflatable mattresses and the sleeping bags and the heaps of pillows — almost every single pillow from their house.

His expression shifts, and she can’t quite read him anymore.

"Everything okay?" 

At Diego’s age, if asked anything about how she was feeling, Beatrice had a variety of responses. She’d inform Shannon, stony-faced, that she was fine, that it didn’t matter, or just change the topic completely. Occasionally, when she did open up, it was almost always accompanied by a preface: this is ridiculous, but —

It’s a habit that stuck through her adolescence, a sense that emotions could only be discussed after having gained distance from them, after positioning them as inconsequential or unimportant. 

Shannon doesn’t really hear Beatrice talk like that anymore. Maybe it’s growing up and growing into herself, and being away from her parents. Maybe it’s Ava’s influence, and how she wants to put every one of Beatrice’s feelings under light and examine it and take it seriously. Or maybe it was a conscious choice, out of fear that Diego might pick it up, might start to speak and think in the same way. 

"Yeah," Diego says. "It’s just nice, isn’t it? It’s really nice."

"It is," Shannon replies. 

There’s a beat, and then Diego admits, "I wanted to try it because of what you said. You said that camping trips were your favourite thing when you were a kid."

Actually, what Shannon said was that family camping trips were her favourite, but this omission, it seems, has been made deliberately: Diego is watching her very carefully, now, his fingers tugging at his hoodie sleeve. 

"Is this like the ones you remember?" he asks. 

"Well, my brother used to snore like a tractor," Shannon answers, and Diego’s nose crinkles in amusement. "But other than that, they were exactly like this." 

Diego nods, satisfied, and the two of them sit there a little longer, until Diego yawns, and then he’s off again, saying goodnight to Shannon before disappearing back into his nest, wriggling a bit closer to Ava before going still.

#it's been 84 years etc etc #this was supposed to be 5k but once u add the over rewriting of the me it doubles in size #do a flip #sunsafewriting #avatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic

[spencerreidswhore187]

Take Me to Church

Ava x Beatrice (Warrior Nun)

Summary: Amidst the chaos of their lives, Beatrice finds solace in playing with Ava's hair.

Word Count: 0.3k

In the subdued ambience of their makeshift refuge, Beatrice sat beside Ava, the flickering flame of a solitary candle casting an ethereal glow across the room. The air was thick with the weight of unspoken battles and the lingering echoes of their pasts. Yet, amidst the calmness, Ava rested her head on Beatrice's shoulder, humming quietly as Beatrice's fingers gently traced through her hair.

Beatrice's gaze remained fixed, her movements deliberate as she navigated the strands of Ava's hair. There was a certain stoicism about her, a demeanour that spoke of a sister warrior's discipline, even in the seemingly mundane act of playing with hair. 

"You ever notice how we're always on the brink of chaos, yet there's something oddly grounding about this?" Beatrice asked.

Ava, nuzzling into Beatrice's shoulder, couldn't help but smirk at her unexpected insight.

"Grounding, huh? I wouldn't have expected you to go all Zen on me, Bea."

Beatrice's response was a subtle nod, her focus unwavering.

"Call it what you want. It's a distraction. Keeps the mind sharp."

As her fingers continued their purposeful dance, it was as if Beatrice was untangling more than just hair – unravelling the knots of tension that accompanied them wherever they went.

 "They say focus is a weapon," Bea murmured. "And if you can make someone lose focus on the chaos, even for a moment, it's a victory."

Ava, ever the pragmatist, chuckled at the notion.

"I'm all for unconventional warfare. Carry on, soldier."

Beatrice's fingers moved with a seasoned precision, each stroke a deliberate manoeuvre in a silent strategy. Though small and confined, The room was a sanctuary of sorts, shielded from the outside tumult by the quiet exchange between two warriors seeking solace.

"In the midst of battles and skirmishes, even nuns need a moment of respite. This... this is our moment."

Ava, in the embrace of the momentary truce, acknowledged the unspoken pact with a nod.

"If this is a warrior's version of a spa day, I'm all in."

A/N: Thank you for reading ◡̈

#warrior nun #warrior nun fanfiction #avatrice fanfic #avatrice fic #avatrice #fanfic #fanfiction #warrior nun fluff #avatrice fluff #ava silva #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #beatrice x ava

[foxbullfrog]

give me trust (and watch what'll happen) is officially COMPLETE I 17k + words I College/Uni AU I 18+ I Avatrice

“This is a terrible plan.”

“Well, it’s all we’ve got,” Ava said, pulling the oversized sweatshirt she’d been wearing over her head and throwing it aside, aware it was bound to catch on the window somehow if she didn’t. A part of her hoped Bea was looking as she revealed the bare arms underneath, flexing them under the pretence of limbering up. “Now, give me a boost.”

#avatrice #avatrice fanart #avatrice fanfic #warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava silva #i should just bite the bullet and give myself a warrior nun URL right? #my art #my fic #please note the 18+ !!!! #im so much better at drawing bea than ava. in case that wasn't obvious from this piece #drawing alba is hard bro

[closetcasefabray]

Pleeeassee some avatrice fic recommendations, pretty pretty please . slow burns. I want to read my eyes out. Thank you very much

sorry for the delay but i come with a few recs with links! (and my nicknames for them)

choose the devil I know (over the heaven I don’t) aka Firefighter AU [WIP] - reverse slow burn - they don’t talk about their feelings but they have a lot of sex and then the emotional slowburn fucks. me. up. love to see/read it. @sapphicstacks is a real one but also p much lured me in, making me be like “yesss firefighter pxrn” and then it turned into “oh no i fEEL TOO MUCH” (in a good way)

not exactly slowburn, but there technically is a good amount of burning (S appreciate this)… if you want a s3 canon fic with some angst that squeezes your heart so hard but heals you at the same time (also gets quite horny), read Sixth to the Ninth Hour [Complete] aka Ava Walks Through Hell (to get back to Bea) [canon compliant]. i recently reread and yelled at @snowandwolves about it. they also have a new fic that’s slowburn and 🥹 it’s so good—leave the light on (i'll find my way home) [WIP] aka Lighthouse AU where ava isn’t sure where she wants to go or what to do in life but she finds herself working with bea at a lighthouse and it’s just the two of them building a routine and life together as they navigate their own internal things and their feelings for each other.

i can’t talk slowburn and not include @sunsafewriting—Do A Flip [WIP] rewired my brain chemistry—diego 🥹 ava taking him to aikido 🥹 ava taking every opportunity to befriend bea 🥹 ava’s so so patient and gentle 🥹 diego loves bea 🥹 (+ lilith cannot stand being in the same room as ava & bea bc gOD they’re unbearable 😂) their chosen family is so fucking important to me. also by sunsafe, Favourable Conditions [WIP] aka Pirate AU - has so much yearning it makes me feel stupid - bea is daughter of the commodore, ava is the governor’s niece aka off-limits (not because the gay but bc authority etcetcetc) but ava finds every way to push limits. bea has to call her Miss Silva despite ava’s insistance—“Can you think of me as Ava, just in your head?” Miss Silva requests. “Even if you never say it.”

i’m also currently reading If Saint and Angels Spoke of Love [WIP] by mermaiddrunk, aka Catholic HS AU. it’s ruining/saving my life rn. bea is a nun at a catholic high school. ava is the new english literature teacher. they both can’t seem to stay away from each other.

let me know if this suffices or if you’ve read these all already 😘

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[spaceman-earthgirl]

@itistakingover and I decided to write another fic together. This idea has been in our heads since last Christmas so we finally decided to write it. Enjoy!

Excerpt:

Beatrice turns another page, eyes on the book but her mind elsewhere. She never used to be like this, she always prided herself on the way she could focus, keep her mind on one task and one task alone.

Yet here she is, sitting in what barely deserves the name living room, trying to read a book that should be able to hold her attention, but failing miserably on the task at hand.

Her mind is on Ava, like it always seems to be recently.

It's not even the fact that she's worried about Ava, or wondering where she is. She knows where she is, she’s gone to have a drink with Hans on their evening off. She knows Ava will call her if she needs her, she knows Ava can handle herself with all the training.

But she’s still thinking about Ava.

She’s thinking about her smile and the way Ava cares so much, about how she makes Beatrice feel safe like no one has before. She’s thinking about how she misses Ava when she goes to bed and Ava is working a late shift, about how excited she gets when Beatrice agrees to something silly like going out for ice cream and how things might be pretty bad right now, but she’s happy she gets to be by Ava’s side.

She hears a loud bang and jumps, hand immediately flying to the knife under the coffee table. She pauses, hand on the hilt, just listening, waiting.

A few moments later she hears another noise, but this time it's a loud grunt. Beatrice frowns, but decides not to grab the knife, leaving it in place. She wonders if she'll regret not picking it up as she stands, still on guard.

She reaches the door, body still ready to attack as she presses slightly up on her toes, looks through the peephole and sees…a lot of green and twigs? 

She grips the door handle, wondering if this is a good idea. But if she's going to die, she'd rather it be this way, in some small town in the middle of nowhere, than by Adriel’s hand. 

Beatrice opens the door and she shouldn't even be surprised but she is, because there's Ava, balancing a huge tree in the hallway, her small frame dwarfed by its size.

Or she assumes it’s Ava. It’s hard to see anything past the giant tree that is taking up most of the doorframe, with just a pair of arms visible around its middle. 

“Ava..?”

Ava shuffles herself and the tree around so Beatrice can see her properly. “Oh, hey Bea,” Ava says casually, like it’s completely normal to be holding a tree in the hallway on a random Tuesday evening.

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[anonymousviolets]

I did a thing and finally wrote something

It's only the first 4k words but the first 25k are written! I'll be dropping another chapter next Wednesday I think

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[unholyhelbig]

Anyone else obsessed with 80’s pulp horror? Yeah. Me too.

Read Blood Ties that Bind on ao3

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[simplyavatrice]

golden hour - chapter eight

Ava isn’t sure what she expected when JC mentioned taking her out to a club - but it was nothing like what the Wild Wolf turned out to be.

Because it wasn't so much a club, at least nothing compared to the things she’d seen on TV growing up - it was more like a bar with an open dance floor.

The drive out here was longer than Ava expected, though not as uncomfortable as the night in JC’s car because they didn’t take JC’s car.

They took Chanel’s aunt’s handicap van.

It's a rusted out old clunker with a huge lift - the kind that goes up and down at the speed of snail and rolling out onto it feels a little bit like walking the plank.

Still, the interior had straps and latches, even a seat belt and Ava was grateful not to have to transfer at all in front of JC and his friends.

That was the other thing that made tonight different, it wasn't just her and JC. His whole crew was here as well. They were fun enough. A bit distant sure, a bit unsure - the same thing Ava’s felt with strangers her whole life.

They always walk a bit on eggshells around her.

By the time they make it to the Wild Wolf, Ava’s done her best to loosen the tension. Randall doesn’t seem to pay her much attention and Ava still has no idea what the blonde girl’s name is, but the other one, Chanel, she’s really cool.

She’s the one Ava latches onto once they're inside.

CONT ON AO3

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