#warrior nun tag

[unicyclehippo]

Apartment

they lean on one another in a way that kinda doesn’t help at all. beatrice’s leg is fucked and ava is doing exactly nothing to help, she’s pretty certain of that since she can feel her right leg but not her left, and is leaning as hard against beatrice as she is into ava.

‘we’re - two halves,’ ava huffs a laugh into her neck, strains to drag her left foot forward. it doesn’t feel like a real thing, the way most of her body doesn’t on the worst days, and she wants to cry but miguel is with them so she sticks to flirting lightly with beatrice instead. they hobble to a low fence to sit and wait for camila and her van. ‘we’d fucking kill - at a three legged race, by the way.’

beatrice tucks a smile into ava’s cheek. it’s the closest she ever gets to kissing her and ava nearly loses her fight not to cry when she feels it, so gentle and so light, like ava isn’t really supposed to feel it. like beatrice is the only one who should feel it.

ava pretends to slump—not hard when her body feels like a piñata after all the candy’s been whacked out of it—and tilts her head closer with the movement. feels beatrice’s lips—chapped, because ava dropped her chapstick behind the couch the other day and forgot to get it before they left, and now split from a punch from some random possessed chick ava saw from across the church hall—and beatrice knows, she knows that ava is pretending, that ava is pressing closer because she wants to, and though her hands tremble, she lifts one to ava’s shoulder. holds her upright, because she always does, and it makes ava’s heart swell but not nearly so much as when beatrice tilts her head and lets her nose graze the tiniest bit up the side of ava’s face to her temple where she presses another barely-there kiss.

the halo whirs. ava’s leg rejoins the rest of her body and she groans, kicks it out to test the feeling.

‘healed me with a kiss,’ she teases, low enough that only beatrice can hear. it’s a mark to how much beatrice has changed and grown over the last two months that she only blinks and frowns reprovingly, like ava is making a joke of something holy and shouldn’t. ava smiles back, perfectly sincere and wanting beatrice to see it. ‘and hey, thanks for coming to find me. us.’

beatrice sniffs. ‘it’s my job.’ she holds out until ava pouts. adds, ‘and my pleasure.’

‘i’m here too,’ miguel mentions.

ava lifts one and flips him the bird.

‘you have a lot of explaining to do so until you know what to tell us…shut the fuck up.’

he looks amused and maybe a little bemused, glancing between them, and ava glared because beatrice is going stiff and retreating and god, ava just wants to cuddle, is that too much to ask?

she lets beatrice go, of course. she doesn’t go far.

they sit there until a pink van trundles up to them. beatrice reaches for a knife. miguel steps toward the van, hands balled into fists, like he’s going to punch a moving vehicle. ava pulls beatrice onto her feet because if it’s coming at them, she needs to get her out of the way. but then it slows and yasmine throws open the back doors and everyone looks at miguel with barely disguised suspicion.

ava carries beatrice forward, waves miguel forward too. ‘everyone, miguel. he’s from the otherside maybe and ate a wraith demon.’

miguel flinches. ‘i thought that was between us.’

‘not anymore. miguel, this is the OCS. tactical nuns.’

‘you were serious about that,’ he realises. ‘i’m an idiot.’

ava thinks about reassuring him or making the introductions nicer but then beatrice puts weight on her bad leg and it buckles and suddenly she has more important things to do, like carrying beatrice very gently and carefully to the van and setting her down on one of the benches. she goes to her knees, reaches for the boot of her bad leg, but beatrice shakes her head.

‘no, no, i’m fine. thank you, ava,’ she says, all proper and tense, and ava remembers that there’s a whole bunch of nuns around them and maybe touching beatrice’s leg—even to help—crossed a line.

ava smiles. throws herself back onto the opposite bench. ‘what a fucking night.’

‘language, ava,’ comes from three directions, and she has to laugh.

//

miguel directs them to jillian’s mansion, which mother superion is familiar with, and ava would put the pieces together faster except yasmine’s words keep turning over in her head and she turns the crown over in her hands and beatrice is hiding winces every time the van hits a bump, so she’s not really thinking about it.

but then miguel is michael and jillian is his mum and they’re spilling out into the mausoleum of a mansion, all noise and bustle and drawn curtains and a mother in mourning, and this is the first time ava has been witness to a resurrection. jillian cries into michael’s shoulder and then again when she thinks no one is watching and ava is relieved when they’re shown to their rooms, doubly so when beatrice ignores her own and puts their singular bag at the foot of ava’s bed.

‘are you alright?’ she asks, softly, when ava collapses back onto the seriously comfy bed.

‘yeah.’

‘ava.’

‘i miss our apartment. and i don’t know why vincent didn’t kill me, and i hate being paralysed and the halo switching off and i’m scared,’ she continues, saying it half to beatrice and half to the ceiling. ‘and no one was happy when i came back to life and i don’t have a mum.’

beatrice softens, mouth dropping in a little oh. she sits at the edge of the bed. ava reaches out a hand and waits for beatrice to take it, pulls her slowly down to lay beside her.

‘i’m happy you’re alive,’ beatrice says, low and quiet, like it’s a secret, like it’s shameful. she won’t meet ava’s eyes.

ava twists onto her side. their knees knock together but beatrice doesn’t put any space between them. a few strands of hair have escaped her perfect bun. she lifts a hand, smooths them back into place, into line.

‘ava -‘

‘no, it’s okay,’ ava promises. ‘it’s okay.’

the struggle is obvious across beatrice’s face but she stays. surrenders to ava’s gentle touch, the way her fingers slide through beatrice’s hair, picking out grass and little bits of glass and dirt from their crash landing. when she’s done, ava slides her fingers behind beatrice’s ear, lays her hand gently on the side of her neck. wriggles a little closer until they’re nose to nose.

beatrice opens her eyes and looks at her. they haven’t bothered to turn on a light, dusk’s sun sinking behind the hills. beatrice looks and looks at her and ava looks back. she lets out her breath slowly. lifts a hand to ava’s shoulder. her hand glides down, skin to skin without her jacket, without her gauntlets, until she holds ava’s hand there against her neck.

‘i miss it too. the apartment,’ she says, words heavy with the weight of everything else she misses but which neither of them will say.

ava wants to kiss her, then, but she doesn’t. it’s too much and beatrice is hurt and ava is still thinking about coming back to life and how much it hurt. so she relaxes, drags her hand away—the rush, not as common anymore, fills her fingertips, her arm, all of her—and turns to lay on her back again.

‘it’ll be there when we kick his ass,’ ava tells her. ‘we can go back.’

#tagging my stories #prompt fill #warrior nun tag #avatrice #warrior nun #this one is pretty messy n im . so tired. but I like the idea well enough

[angstydiaz]

me when YET ANOTHER SHOW I LIKE GETS CANcELLED

#CAN I PLEASE LIKE SOMETHING FOR ONCE I BEG #GOD #shadow and bone #six of crows #gonna tag the others that have suffered the same fate as i #julie and the phantoms #netflix #the society #first kill #the wilds #i am not okay with this #lockwood and co #paper girls #a league of their own #grease rise of the pink ladies #warrior nun #motherland fort salem #willow 2022

[iamindifferenttolamp]

#ofmd #our flag means death #one day at a time #odaat #1899 netflix #shadow and bone #tuca and bertie #sense8 #santa clarita diet #glow netflix #the babysitters club #the midnight gospel #first kill #warrior nun #dead end paranormal park #infinity train #lovecraft country #dc titans #a league of their own #these tags aren't spam btw this is just a fraction of the crimes streamers have committed #doom patrol #inside job #snowpiercer #the muppets mayhem #paper girls

[gibbarts]

babe wake up warrior nun is back

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #ava x beatrice #sapphic art #wlw art #fanart #my art #my art tag #gibbarts art tag #gibbarts

[smokestarrules]

eight-episode seasons becoming the norm, shows being cancelled after their first or second season altogether, corporations not spending a single dollar to promote their renewed shows, corporations deciding to renew based on how many people binge it over and over and over again... this is the slow, choking death of media literacy. 

#and that's not even TOUCHING the homophobia. I'm not calm enough to talk about that shit right now #warrior nun #also. because people are being annoying in the tags and replies. the death of media literacy as in: #showrunners aren't told in enough time that their show is going to be canceled so they either end with a cliffhanger or have to wrap #everything up in the next season so the writing is rushed #and when the writing is rushed then the morals will be skewed and people will misconstrue them even more and talk badly about the show and #then another show like it will get canceled. it's a vicious cycle #smokey speaks #1k #10k

[dodecademons]

#is this something? #I'm so unfunny it's unbelievable #warrior nun #warrior nun is saved though 🎉 #a show with a sapphic character getting saved after getting canceled seemed impossible but yall did it #yes this is real warrior nun has been brought back #updated tags because so many people are still so shocked lol

[denkryn]

combat appreciation post ⚔️ for warrior nun s2 aka all the times i audibly gasped in the name of lesbianism

#warrior nun #warriornunedit #wnedit #mine #ava silva #sister beatrice #mother superion #sister lilith #gifset #tvedit #tvgifs #wn #as a lesbian- #these scenes did things to me #that is all i have to say #arcanist’s tag

[plastic-pipes]

Wasteland

I hope we get a Ava and Lilith bonding adventure😌

I wanted to do a sort of modern version of the original OCS armor. I also thought it'd be cool if Ava figured out how to project a version of the halo into a chakram 😌😌

#Warrior Nun #Ava Silva #Sister Lilith #wn tag #artwork

[wingedsilva]

I give you... spidey ava and her well-dressed overprotective girlfriend roommate!

bonus:

#avatrice #warrior nun #my art #ava silva #sister beatrice #spidey ava #kristina tonteri young #alba baptista #honestly the mushroom sweatshirt I want it so bad lol #put your fav in the tags i love when u guys do that #my fav is sweet ava holding her mask #followed by bea carrying her over her shoulder bc she's a MENACE #enjoy guys ❤️

[daisychainsandbowties]

any avatrice recs :)))) have already read all your fics and now i am depression (genuinely daydream abt ur star wars au daily)

i could hype each of these fics individually but basically if it’s here i think it’s incredible and you have to read it 💖💖🥰

///

the sweetest taboo// 1930s au &

i know now what no angel knows// fallen angel au by @dumpsterfireofsubtext

indy au part 1 & part 2// or, ava peels an orange & makes me feel insane 🫠🫠🫠 by @estherthenormal

lemon drop boy// t boy ava au

lazarus woke with a kiss// scp/ lab rat ava au &

how to stitch holes in the sky// dragon age au, all by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain

teach me to love (as you have loved me)// this is. yeah. this is beautiful. newbea au by @birgittesilverbae (💖💖 ily)

beyond our space and starlight// eldritch au by @thistleation

escape attempt number whatever thousand, some hundred and four, probably// hades au by @foulbearobservation

do a flip// aikido gfs au by @sunsafewriting

if saints and angels spoke of love// (bea is a math teacher & ava’s basically the guy from dead poets society) by @mermaidandthedrunks

choose the devil i know (over the heaven i don’t)// firefighter au by @sapphicstacks

leave the light on (i’ll find my way home)// lighthouse au by @snowandwolves

on the run from a losing game// chef au by @fiddleabout

this must be the place// lumberjack au by @littledata

love thy neighbour// my fav roommates au. pokemon strap-on fic 😌🙏

turning sun into sugar, spinning straw into gold// pnw au by @gohandinhand

the world is just an illusion (trying to change you)// roadtrip au, &

a lover, or something of mine// reincarnation au by @smokestarrules

who needs comfortable love// sentient halo au by @the-ominous-owl

this celestial glow is blinding// firewatch au

the thought of high windows// 60s au

pull back the curtains for venus// alien bea au &

of greater marvels yet to be// fleabag au, all by @seabiscuits-us

#warrior nun #avatrice #i probably missed some i love i just went through my ao3 bookmarks & sometimes i’m so gay about the fic i forget 😭😭 to press the button #others i might just have not read 🥺 i only recced ones i’ve actually read but i have a ton left to get to #but yeah 🥰🥰 enjoy i hope you find some new stuff in here #fic rec! #anon #uhhh if i didn’t tag someone blog it’s bc i don’t know who they are 🫠

[whatimdoing-here]

WARRIOR NUN | Ava calling Beatrice, "Bea"

Request from my @commander0fmyheart but who wouldn't want it.

#warrior nun #wn spoilers #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #L I S T E N #the first time ava said it in ep 1 i was like 'WAIT HAS SHE CALLED HER THAT BEFORE' #so then i have a headcanon that somewhere in that two months when they were becoming besties #ava just said it one day and it stuck #because she says it whether she's happy sad frustrated... all of it #the LAST TWO THOUGH destroy me #also that bea's plague ava also used 'bea' #i just can't i can't #mine #mine: warrior nun #look tag vomit lmao #not quite every instance but close. #again the last two... from 'sorry i gotta do this' #to 'sorry i had to do it and now it is done'

[unicyclehippo]

ooh more one word prompt time?! I always love these! maybe ‘collar’?

michael’s hair and collar are rumpled and his eyes are brighter than she’s ever seen them. ava ignores that it’s a little bit because he’s trying not to cry and focuses on his smile, big and broad and warm and excited and ten thousand other things beside that and she gets it. she gets it, of course she does. that’s why she said no, that’s why she stood from the shadowed corner of her room and took his hand in hers and snuck them both out to the bar on the outskirts of madrid, a city she’ll never explore because tomorrow she’s going to die for her best friend and—

fuck. so much for forgetting about all that.

‘you alright?’ he asks, with a rueful curl to his smile. she can’t really hear him over the noise—music and people screaming, people happy—but she can read the words off his lips and the warm, sad-worried rumble of concern in his chest when she leans up against him.

ava rolls her eyes. ‘what did i say about questions? drink!’

she takes two whiskey shots from the bartender and pushes one over to him. when the sweet sting of it hits the back of her throat, it occurs to her—not for the first time, and not for the first time tonight—that there’s something funny about this. halo in her back, half angel now maybe, and everything she loves is temptation, everyone she loves she brings to this same edge with her. she wonders if it’s kinda not fair, and then michael’s face twists and he gags at the taste and shakes his head like a dog getting water out of his ears and she has to laugh.

‘why does it taste so bad!’

‘that’s another question!’

‘no, ava, wait!’ he begs, but he’s smiling again and when the shot comes he throws it back with less hesitation. a heavy arm lays across her shoulders as he catches his balance. blinks blearily down at her. they’ve been drinking half the night and should be way more drunk than they are but hey, divine pals or. something. ‘you know, getting to know you is pretty hard. without questions.’

‘we don’t need to know more about each other. have you ever tried rum?’ he hasn’t. he’s tried exactly the drinks she’s bought for him tonight and never anything else, because he likes to keep a clear head, because he doesn’t drink, because he’s half-boy half-bomb and who knows what happens when alcohol joins the mix? ‘i’m gonna get us some rum!’

‘ava.’ michael holds her in place, shifts his weight just enough that she would have to throw off his arm. she doesn’t want to do that. she doesn’t want to hurt him. fuck. she doesn’t want to hurt him. ‘ava, hey. it’s okay. it’s okay.’

‘fine,’ she pouts. ‘no rum. but we should dance!’

he looks like he watches to argue. ava waggles her brows, tilts her head sideways, lets him be tempted—men and women and people crushed together on the dance floor and everything a bit too much, sweat and noise and boots sticking to the alcohol-dripped floor and all the colours are hazy in this foggy room, no space for the clarity of divinium blue—and when he relents, she twines their fingers together and pulls him to dance.

people flirt with michael and he grins, a lot. dances, a lot. drinks when people buy him drinks. ava keeps an eye on him, which she didn't think would be fun but ends up having a different kind of joy to it, knowing that someone trusts her, knowing that he's safe with her tonight.

it's a couple of hours before they stumble out of the bar, his arm over her shoulder, her arm around his waist. she knows what they would look like to anyone watching but can’t bring herself to care; michael doesn’t think it about her, or rather, he would never let himself because he’s dying tomorrow, because he’s been dying the whole time he’s been alive and people like him, people like them, don’t get to be in love with someone else. also she thinks she’s made it pretty clear who she l- well. who she cares about the most.

michael presses a hand to his stomach. 'i'm never drinking again, by the way.' ava laughs. he joins in after a second, sheepish and sad. of course he won't. 'cant believe i let you - uh - talk me into that.'

'oh please, i barely had to offer,' she scoffs, and leads him to over to a bin because he looks like he's about to puke. he braces against it. 'you had fun, didn't you?'

'so much,' he grins. his face falls and ava worries they're about to have another big talk but he just groans and bends over double, almost burying his head in the bin as he pukes. ava pats his back. 'don't look,' he says from somewhere inside the bin. 'oh god.'

'i'm not looking,' she laughs, and fixes her eyes on a flickering streetlight instead.

dozens of little grey moths battering against it. ava wants to hit the lights, deaden them, so maybe the moths can have a fucking chance, but what's the point in that? either they kill themselves trying to get close to the light, maybe burning up, or they get eaten by a bat or something.

'oh,' michael says, standing up and following her eyeline. 'pretty.'

ava smiles. he's right too. it really is pretty.

'can i ask you a question now? or does that earn a different punishment now that there’s no alcohol around to shut me up?’ she sneaks a look sidelong at him; he’s already watching her, eyes gentle. knowing.

‘what?’

‘are you going to tell her?’

ava rips her hand from his back with a hiss, turns away. she strides off down the road but she’s a little drunk and he’s tall and she doesn’t get far before he’s at her side again. doesn’t say anything, only shoves his hands in his pockets and sways down the street with her. she hooks her arm around his when he trips on the cobblestone, leans her head on his shoulder.

they walk for a long time. there’s a long, long road that winds up into the foothills outside the city; jillian’s estate is somewhere ahead of them, is all ava can really recall right now, so they just keep walking. there’s no street lights the further they get out and the road is silent. they walk at the edge just in case—it wouldn’t be useful to die before the ordained moment and that’s what they are, now, useful—and look at the road and the dirt and the trees and the stars and the moon and everything is really, really pretty.

‘i never know what to say around you,’ he admits. ‘around anyone, really. no one much to talk to on the other side so when i come out here i try to make it sound like i know what i’m doing but i don’t, really.’

ava nods. ‘i know what that’s like. stuck in a room with almost no one to talk to.’

‘we really are so alike,’ michael muses. he sounds pleased.

ava thinks of the look in his eyes when he held out his hand and invited her to kill him, of being alive and dead at the same time, walking steadily toward it, of the calm that accompanies him every time he says what will be and she wishes she were a little more like him because right now she’s the most scared she’s ever been and she wants to run away, wants to never ever think about being dead and the nothingness to follow. but tomorrow they’ll both be dead, so. yeah. they’re pretty alike.

‘obviously beatrice is a sore subject,’ he says and ava has to laugh because okay, they are kinda alike, because she would keep pressing too even though it hurts. ‘but i think you should tell her. i told my mother.’

‘it’s different.’

‘you love her.’

‘it’s different,’ ava snaps, and shoves him over into the low scrub at the side of the road.

he grunts when he lands and stares up at her, like he’s surprised to be laying down, like he doesn’t know how he got there. ava laughs. throws her head back and laughs until she has to stumble away and throw up, the last drinks finally getting to her.

the bushes rustle and twigs snap and michael swears but finally picks himself up off the ground. his hand is big and warm on her spine, rubbing in circles like she had for him.

‘feeling better?’

‘less drunk, anyway.’

‘yeah. did you push me?’

‘yeah.’

‘huh. you’re mean when it comes to beatrice.’

‘what! no i’m not!’

‘yes you are,’ he insists, looking pointedly at her balled up fist. ‘remember at the bar? that girl who flirted with her?’

ava scowls. ‘i remember.’

‘i thought the broken glass was for her,’ he says, and it takes a second for ava to realise he’s teasing her. she shoves him and he laughs, pushes her back, and they’re rough-housing like that when a black van turns down the bend in the road, lights slicing through the dark and stopping with them caught in the glow.

‘hope that’s the good guys,’ michael mutters out of the side of his mouth to ava.

she snorts. ‘are you kidding? i hope it’s not—bea’s gonna kill me. us. you first,’ she says, and michael tries on a pout but has to laugh, ‘then me.’

the lights flash. when they dim, ava sees camila behind the wheel and lifts a hand in hello. she wraps an arm around michael’s waist, takes most of his weight and drags him and his clumsy feet forward. the van door grinds open. camila’s smile is a kindness, just as bright as the lights.

‘hey you two,’ she says. ‘have fun?’

michael smiles back. crawls into the empty back of the van and lays on his back. ava pushes him onto his side, pats his head, and clambers over into the passenger seat.

‘do you think i can sneak past bea?’ ava says as camila drives them home.

camila laughs softly. ‘good luck.’

‘thanks.’

‘that was a no, ava.’

#tagging my stories #prompt fill #warrior nun tag #warrior nun #avatrice #ava michael best friends my beloveds

[heartagasm]

Can we just take a second to appreciate the growth of Ava’s protective instinct towards Beatrice over these past 2 seasons because it’s suPERb. In season 1 we see the first time Ava reacted, completely subconsciously, to Beatrice in danger

at this point she’s not aware of her emotional connection to the halo’s power, and has way less control of what happens - so even though she does shatter the bullet and save Bea’s life, she also blows everything in the room backwards including herself. Even Beatrice gets pushed back (although super softly) as you can see her recover briefly to run over to Ava after

THEN we start to get spicier protection in season 2 when Ava does react with more understanding of the halo’s power and her feelings towards Beatrice, and not only does she accomplish a much harder goal (poofing away a demon???) 

but this time Ava able to handle the blast AND it doesn’t get anywhere close to Beatrice. She does clearly have a blowing back effect on people next to her (cue Miguel/Michael folding like a lawn chair part 1) but Ava is learning to control the power of the halo and how to use it to protect specific people... or in her case specifically Beatrice

and then of COURSE because third times the charm, the last one is my favorite. This time it’s intentional, Beatrice knows Ava can control the power and she tells Ava to let go, and Ava nods AND pulls Beatrice in telling her to hold on 

WHICH if we look at past experience showing Ava having a forceful blast that surrounds her after using her power, her instinct should initially be to tell Beatrice (and Michael I guess) to run so that they don’t get hurt, but she knows at this point that whatever power she releases won’t hurt Beatrice because Ava would never let it. I mean look at Michael ! ! ! 

Dude folds like a lawn chair (PART 2) as if he were one of the possessed enemies Ava is releasing a blast towards. Even though Ava thinks logically she’ll be able to protect both of them, her internal instincts are only thinking of protecting Beatrice in the moment and the halo’s blast reflects that.

Bonus is watching them walk away without a second glance at anyone because to them, as long as they’re both safe, it’s mission accomplished:

Thanks I’ll be here till 2049 talking about this show and couple

#sorry this was so long it's giving dissertation #avatrice #warrior nun #warrior nun s2 #i'm not even tagging spoilers because WATCH FASTER #here's the thing #this was a top tier trope for them #protective ava eSPECIALLY when she doesn't even realize it #chefs kiss #anyways can someone who is better at gifs do like the side by side of these #cause this was thrown together in 5 seconds and in a rush #please and thanks #CANON AVATRICE LETS GO PEOPLE

[angstydiaz]

#tropes #media #shipping #yellowjackets #merlin #911 #good omens #our flag means death #heartstopper #red white and royal blue #tv tropes #six of crows #ship dynamics #idk what to tag thus so i just dropped some fandom #polls #games #tumblr polls #warrior nun #only friends the series

[gibbarts]

in this life, or the next

#warrior nun #warrior nun spoilers #avatrice #ava x beatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #gibbarts #gibbarts art tag #wlw #sapphic art

[avassiilva]

#ava silva #warrior nun #warriornunedit #alba baptista #avasilvaedit #I’ve been reading all of your tags #and I appreciate it so much #you guys are the reason I want to keep making stuff #*mine