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[berensreverie]

The Kiss

[letterbetter13]

what if mike confessed to liking will already when they were super young, but someone heard and told him that was wrong, and he's still too young. like what if.

[reinacadeea]

also robron having sex to cover over the fact that’s something’s wrong between them.

everything’s messed up, but they always get that part right

[the--firevenus]

Felt like ripping my hair out of my head thinking about Bruce-Dick dynamic and Bruce-Terry dynamic oouuughhh the only two successor of the batman mantle that ever wore the cowl right or something something

[willowedhepatica]

Beatrice was amazing in battle. 

Calculating and swift with the motions of her staff. Her movements precise and hits clean, connected to muscle memory from hours upon hours of training. 

Training that no one had forced upon her but herself. 

The group relied on her. Camila looked up to her. Ava she– Ava depended on her as an instructor. Her protector. 

Calm. 

Collected. 

Never ever faltered. 

Could never falter. 

She needed to be perfect. 

For the mission. For the world. 

Except, when she pulled herself away from the group and closed the door behind her she looked down at her hands that shook. 

It frustrated her. How her heart couldn't catch up with her brain. Stuck in the one sliver of a moment when she felt nothing but terror. For one blinding second in a fight where the weapon of the enemy came so close she could feel it grazing her skin. See the flicker of an image where it dug into her throat, her abdomen, her chest. When the bullet from a fired gun shot past her and she could hear the ringing in her ears. Smell the scent of sulphur and burnt metal. Taste it on her lips. 

And think, this is it. This is what ends me. 

It was worse now. 

Worse when the shot of a gun or the clanging of weapons from a further distance made her body tense up and eyes wander to the point of contact. 

Looking for Ava. 

Always looking for Ava. 

It didn't matter that she was the warrior nun. That she had a divine artefact with an ever humming light that would heal her wounds and power her through fights that were far too big for her. Beatrice was still terrified. Her heart still stuttered. Clenched and squeezed and throbbed like it belonged to her. Like Ava had grabbed it with her bare hands and breathed life into it. Breathed fear into it. Made it catch on fire like it was an actual working organ in her body and not a fake prop that had been put there when her real one was lost. 

Beatrice should be terrified. 

She should push the feelings away. Take her heart back and settle it elsewhere where no one could reach it. Not even her. 

Except Ava took a hold of her shaking hands and pulled her closer. Soft and tentative and so utterly warm, thumb tracing circles over her open palm. It left her body tingling. Made her want to take more until she grew addicted to it. 

But she couldn't. She couldn't, she couldn't. 

Never falter. 

Not even in front of her. 

Especially not her. 

Except she saw it. Ava had an obscure ability of seeing through her wall and perfectly constructed armour. Beatrice had a hard time admitting that perhaps it was just her who let her protection, her image – slip whenever Ava was around. Her heart did no longer listen to her brain and she wondered once again if Ava had gotten a hold of it. 

In a way, Beatrice knew she had. 

Ava guided her hand up to her own chest, placing it over her heart where it beat a steady rhythm. 'I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.' She'd said. And oh how much two simple sentences could convey. How the thread that had spun through their lives and left her tripping never pulled Ava away. Even when slipups made the yarn knot and the string tear by use. It would never snap. 

Ava wouldn't let it. 

Beatrice couldn't let it. 

She crumbled then. Her body falling into Ava's and hands digging into her clothes in an attempt to hold herself up. Her whole body shook. Beatrice let it. Let it consume her as Ava held her in her arms and pressed her closer. 

She could hear Ava's heart beat against her ear. 

Beatrice was amazing in battle but she couldn't deny that it made her shake. That her body was as reactive as the heart thrumming in her chest. 

Because it was there. 

Alive.

And Ava could see it so clearly. So openly it made her feel vulnerable. But also it was Ava and she tucked her closer to her chest like she never wanted to let her go nonetheless. Not even when she saw that the thrumming in her heart sometimes stuttered. 

Beatrice allowed herself to falter. 

In front of her. 

Maybe if it was in front of her. 

It was okay. 

[djarinova]

mutuals I am climbing into ur ask boxes

[mariakono]

so yeah if you really want to Fight The System when it comes to streaming services but you're too iffy about pirating or torrenting and you have the means and desire to support creators AND you especially want to Own the media you consume

then you literally only need to buy DVDs or blu-rays, it's that easy.