okay so i did watch all of warrior nun in like 2 days bc i have the no longer novel coronavirus and i just. am going CRAZY about the mary/shannon/lilith/beatrice dynamic. absolutely crazy. like the pink + white scene? where mary and lilith each take one of beatrice’s arms and hold her protectively, giving each other the big sister look of solidarity and understanding over her head? lilith tipping her head into beatrice’s cheek? the photograph of the three of them laughing? shannon’s death scene - telling lilith she’s ready, giving mary her medal, closing her eyes when beatrice kisses her on the forehead? the way beatrice describes shannon having loved pranking them? just. the love between all of them in every iteration.
and i just. god i have so many feelings about serious, intense, guarded beatrice - who is so YOUNG compared to the others - first coming into cat’s cradle. and mary sitting down with her at dinner, because beatrice automatically sits alone, her head bent. and the others joining. about weeks going by and them slowly warming her up - mary feels proud whenever she makes her lips twitch, lilith is delighted when beatrice starts to slowly show her sense of humor - they all love cruella de jesus so much (except for shannon, who never says anything but never uses it) not just for the lame joke, but because it was beatrice who made it, their beatrice with a proud grin - and shannon radiates affection when she manages to catch one of them with a good prank and beatrice laughs.
beatrice becoming someone who they come to trust not only to keep a level head and a brilliant, tactical mind, but also to love them - and they see the twisting jagged inwardness of her pain, and mary and shannon make knowing, grim eye contact, lilith - who was in so much of the same pressure cooker of perfection except instead of desperately throwing herself into being useful and having value she has turned to becoming the best, becoming ready, she has things to live up to instead of live down - squeezes her hand - but with them beatrice does not let that pain stop her from caring, loving. they are the easiest part of her vows to keep.
and mary and shannon, and mary and lilith - to see those you love changed by something of another world entirely, pulling them away from you, making them less human - and they keep giving their lives for others, fucking self sacrificial idiots, except you’re all cut from the same cloth, aren’t you? not technically, because you’re not of the cloth, not like them - but you’re alike in that way, all of you are, and it’s such a fucking glorified tragedy that you want to burn the catholic church down for it.
(side note it drives me crazy that they all know exactly which parts of each other to cut into, to make hurt - lilith telling mary she’s not really one of them, that she doesn’t belong, that she only cares about herself; mary telling lilith that all she cares about is her legacy; mary telling beatrice that she cares more about the church than her sisters; probably more that i can’t remember but it’s because they know and love each other so well that they can have this much incisive fury - “she’s my sister, of course i hate her”)
and then camila coming in, the new youngest - and now it’s beatrice’s turn to be the big sister, to camila who has been through so much and still reacts to gentleness like a flower to the sun. and camila comes in at such a hard time, because shannon is retreating, hardening, and it is putting everyone on edge. but camila is a joy and beatrice loves her too, and the rest of them get to see her growth with pride, so much pride.
anyway. my KINGDOM for a world where toya turner got to be in season 2.
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@inlovewithfairies — thank you for the prompt!
“They’re doing it again.”
Mary doesn’t look up from her gun. “I’m not looking,” she says, rubbing oil along the barrel. It glints in the sunlight, but still. Not clean enough.
“It’s almost like…” Mary doesn’t have to look to know that Shannon is gesturing, creating a picture with her hands. “A dog looking at its reflection.”
Mary scoffs, keeps cleaning her gun. “Yeah?”
“No matter what you do, the dog will never understand what it’s seeing,” Shannon explains, “because it doesn’t have the capacity for logical thought.”
“Elaborate.”
“Beatrice has been trying to teach her the same basic move—one I know for a fact that Ava knows—for an hour, and—you know, some of this feels too intimate to describe.”
“Exactly why I’m not looking.”
Shannon hums. “Should I avert my eyes?”
“You should be cataloguing every single moment of this. For blackmail.”
“For blackmail,” Shannon says, her words overlapping Mary’s. “Of course.”
The gun is clean enough. Mary looks up at a much more pleasant picture than whatever is happening in the courtyard—Shannon. “You remember when we were like that?”
Shannon looks at her, raises an eyebrow. “Oh? You mean when I used to walk into your room after training with my shirt off and you would sit in the corner and stare out the window—“
“No. No, that is… that’s—you’re lying. That’s not what happened.” It’s exactly what happened, but Mary would rather hop off the roof they’re sitting on and break both her legs than admit it. “It was different.”
“Mm. Completely different,” Shannon says with that smirk. “I was the one that got fed up and dragged you into that closet—”
“Asshole.”
“Language.”
Finally, Mary looks across the courtyard. They’re working with quarterstaffs, up close and personal. Beatrice demonstrates quite literally the first move new recruits learn with the weapons, patient as ever. The move puts them inches from each other, and Ava fucks it up in a way that almost has them knocking their heads together.
If Mary looks any longer she’s going to throw up.
“It’s just…” Shannon begins, “An extraordinary amount of time for them to reset.”
“Are you going to watch them eye-fuck all day, or…?”
“There’s a lot more involved than just eyes—“
Mary stands up, holstering her shotguns. “I have had enough. No. I’ve had way too much.”
A turn of events. Ava catches wind of her audience before Beatrice does.
“Hey!” Ava calls, waving, oblivious. “We’re training!”
Beatrice goes rigid, like they can only see her if she’s moving.
“I’ll bet twenty they do this for another week,” Shannon says through a smile, waving right back.
“I’ll take that.”
Mary knows the voice anywhere.
“Only twenty, Suzanne?” Shannon goads, “You can do better than that.”
“Fifty,” Suzanne offers, sidling up on Mary’s other side. “A month or more.”
“Deal,” Shannon says, “I don’t think they’ll last that long.” She nudges Mary’s leg. “We didn’t.”
“You two have more sense,” Suzanne says, and she’s right. “Though not by much.”
“You know you’re on the edge of a roof, right?” Mary warns.
Suzanne smirks, looking out as Beatrice packs their things up in a hurry, hustling Ava along.
“The point remains.” She turns to leave. “I’ll be back for my money. With interest.”
~
Suzanne wins one hundred euros, three months later.
She tells Shannon that she’d found them in a storage closet, and Shannon laughs until she cries as she empties her wallet.
Mary thinks that maybe they aren’t so different. It’s a thought she’ll take to the grave.
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Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva, Sister Camila/Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun), Shotgun Mary/Shannon Masters
Characters: Ava Silva, Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun), Sister Camila (Warrior Nun), Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun), Shotgun Mary (Warrior Nun), Mother Superion (Warrior Nun), Reya (Warrior Nun), Yasmine Amunet, Michael Salvius, Jillian Salvius, Adriel (Warrior Nun), Chanel (Warrior Nun), J.C. (Warrior Nun), Hans (Warrior Nun)
Additional Tags: Angst, Hard emphasize on angst, Fluff, I promise there will be fluff, Blood and Violence, Yearning, Going to put those 6 years of yearning to good use, Reya can suck it, Soft Ava Silva, Camila being the number one shipper, Slow Burn, Lilith is actually a softie, Mother Superion is just trying to keep her kids alive, Did I mention that Ava happens to be Lucifer?, Mary and Shannon are here for the ride, Eventual Happy Ending, we just gotta work for it, Everyone is protective here, You're confused? So am I don't worry, God if you see this no you didn't, The lore is going to get crazy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Heaven and Hell drama
Summary:
"Did it hurt?" Beatrice smirks at her in a way that she would never do, but something about this woman make her bold. "When you fell from heaven?"
"Yes. Not the fall, or the landing. But the moment I realized that my wings had been ripped from me hurt like..." There's a shadow of a smile on her face, "Well, like hell."
For a moment Beatrice was going to laugh at the stranger's joke, but then the woman slowly turned her head and the world stopped.
Her eyes were a dark brown but then for a split second they glowed a bright gold. If Beatrice was drunk, she would've blamed the alcohol, but no. Instead, this is the moment that Beatrice realizes that she probably had just flirted with the devil.
Or Ava happens to be Lucifer and Beatrice is the idiot that accidentally flirts with her.
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