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Would you possibly be willing to do a part three for the avatrice training drabble? I loved the first two parts!

omg ur gonna be so happy I moved all my writing to @hypertic !!! there’s a part 3 & 4 tysm for liking it I might add a 5th just for u :D

I have more drabbles there as well

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Avatrice - neighbors AU

[and Beatrice has 2 kids]

Ava knocked on the door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she waited. Hearing the steps from the other side becoming louder with each passing second was almost enough for her to turn around to leave.

Almost, had it not been for the door opening right before she could run back to her apartment, revealing her neighbor greeting her with a small, polite smile.

Beatrice Xin.

Her next door neighbor that, though she’d moved in a couple of months after Ava, she knew almost nothing about.

She knew that she left too early in the morning and came back too late in the evening, but somehow managed to have enough time to take care of two little girls that, if Ava had to guess, were between five and two years old. She didn’t know much about the girls either; she assumed they were her daughters, even if Beatrice seemed far too young and far too busy to have kids, it was not her place to judge.

She also knew, from the few times they’d crossed paths, that Beatrice always managed to offer her a small, but genuine smile, despite how tired she seemed. If Ava was being honest, Beatrice smile was disarming, and she vividly remembers her legs going weak the first time she saw it.

That was another thing she knew: Beatrice was painfully attractive.

However, that was as far as Ava’s knowledge on Beatrice Xin extended, hence why she felt so awkward standing there.

“Hi.” Ava greeted shyly, already unable to stop her hands from fidgeting with a lose thread of her shirt. Beatrice kept her eyes on her; unreadable. “I’m Ava Silva, your neighbor from the other side of the hall.” In her head, Ava was thanking every deity she knew for giving her enough confidence to introduce herself without stuttering.

“I’m Beatrice Xin.” She offered her a hand for Ava to shake, who took it immediately, giving her a bright smile as she squeezed it gently. Beatrice smiled back, wider this time but still small, and Ava could do nothing but stare.

Beatrice let her, her own eyes scanning over her neighbor’s features to commit them to memory. Suddenly, she became aware that she was still holding Ava’s hand, the smaller girl’s grip loose around her own firm hand. She let go, maybe too quickly and too awkwardly, but Ava didn’t seem to care.

“Right so….,” Ava trailed off, her nerves getting the best of her. “There’s no way I can say this without sounding weird or stupid or straight up crazy and I completely understand if you just shut the door in my face-“ Beatrice’s amused yet slightly threatening eyebrow raise was enough to get Ava to stop her rambling and take a deep breath. “Can I borrow your kids?”

Any trace of amusement was gone as soon as Beatrice heard the word ‘kids’.

“Excuse me?” Ava took notice of her british accent and wondered how someone could grow more attractive by the second. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, feeling herself grow smaller in front of Beatrice’s threatening eyebrow raise and her suddenly closed off demeanor.

Ava fought the chills crawling up her spine, suddenly aware of the small height difference in Beatrice’s favor that made her all the more scary. Still, she took another deep breath, desperate to at least get her neighbor to hear her explanation and not think she’s completely insane.

“I… I kinda told my ex that I couldn’t go out with him today and meet his new girlfriend because I have to babysit, when I really just don’t want to go because even if we ended on ‘good terms’ and we’re friends, it’s going to be so awkward and I’m not sure I’m ready to put myself through that but I-“ She cut herself short to catch her breath, giving Beatrice a sheepish smile.

“What do you need the kids for then?” Beatrice asked before she could continue. “You said no, so why do you need my kids?” her voice was stern and demanding, like a high school principal, her face unreadable as ever.

“Well,“ Ava sighed, preparing herself to blurt out the second half of her explanation. “He said they could come to say hi while I babysit, because he lives in another city and wanted to stop by, since they’re only here for the weekend and it’s the only time he’s available. I couldn’t backtrack with the babysitting lie, because that would make it too obvious that I don’t want to meet them so…”

Ava looked up from her fidgety hands to the woman in front of her, who stared back at her with what Ava thought -hoped- was maybe a small glint of amusement in her dark, expressionless eyes.

“I know it sounds insane but you’re the only person I know that has kids and they really won’t stay for long; 30 minutes at most.” Beatrice frowned, and Ava couldn’t believe she actually seemed to be thinking about it. “I swear I’ll take good care of them, please!” Ava pushed, ready to beg on her knees if she had to. “I’ll owe you anything! I can clean your entire apartment!, or take down your trash for as long as you live here.” She decided to finalized with her offers, and Beatrice let out an annoyed sigh.

“Are you really willing to go this far to save yourself the embarrassment?” Beatrice questioned, and Ava wasn’t sure if she was making fun of her or if she was genuinely curious.

“Yes!” Ava answered, too sure of herself. Beatrice rolled her eyes at the answer, but couldn’t hide the small smile making its way to her lips.

Ava felt a spark of hope grow in her chest at the reaction, and decided to give her the best puppy eyes she could muster.

God.

At that moment, Beatrice genuinely felt like she couldn’t say no. For some reason, this complete stranger that seemed to put all her faith in her, hoping that Beatrice was just as insane as she was and would aid her in her stupid lie, was actually managing to convince her.

Beatrice took her time to study the girl, who seemed just a couple of years younger than her and knew nothing about. Just by their first interaction, she could tell the girl was like an open book, all of her emotions easy to label just by taking a look into her eyes. She didn’t seem like a real threat and, if she truly wanted to kidnap or harm her children in any way, Beatrice didn’t think she would be to borrow them like they were a cup of flour.

“Fine.” Beatrice stated, and Ava let out a relieved yelp, jumping around to celebrate her small victory.

It could be good to get to know her neighbors anyways.

“Really?” Ava asked, buzzing with energy.

“Yes, but with one condition.” Ava became serious all of a sudden, ready to obey whatever this woman said as long as it would spare her the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. “You have come to our apartment, and I get to stay.” Beatrice stated firmly.

“What?” Ava frowned, slightly confused. “What’s the point of babysitting if their mom is here?”

“I can just stay in Oli’s room.” Beatrice answered, getting a puzzled look from Ava. “The baby.” She clarified, regretting her decision already.

“Ok, yeah. Sounds fair.“ Ava nodded, and for the first time since she got there, she caught a glimpse of Beatrice’s apartment.

Unlike hers, it was spotless, furnished with simple furniture in white and grayish tones. Beatrice gestured for her to come in, allowing Ava a full few of the apartment. Despite most of it being grey and white, the place felt warm and homey, with the evening sunlight shining through the windows and a couple of scattered, colorful toys in the fluffy grey rug of the living room.

“When is your ex coming?”

“Shit.” Ava muttered, as she checked the time on her phone.

“Language.” Beatrice scolded, and Ava had to bite her tongue to keep herself from giggling.

“Sorry. He said they’ll be here in 20 minutes.” She answered sheepishly.

“That’s not a lot of time.” For some reason, Beatrice seemed to be worried about her, even if she clearly disapproved of the entire plan. “You should hurry and get my kid to like you if you want this to work.” Ava was momentarily shocked at how invested Beatrice sounded, but didn’t hesitate to follow her to the kitchen.

“Willow.” Beatrice called as they entered, and Ava was met by wide brown eyes staring at her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

The little girl stood up, her pigtails swaying from side to side as she ran to meet them at the door, her bangs slightly disheveled. Her hair was a lot darker than Beatrice’s and her skin paler, but otherwise they looked quite alike.

“This is Ava, our neighbor.” Beatrice introduced, and Willow extended a hand for her to shake, just like her mother. Ava shook it gently, giving the girl a smile as she introduced herself.

“I’m Willow!” She replied with excitement that Ava didn’t hesitate to mirror.

“It’s such a pretty name! What were you doing there, Willow?” Ava said pointing at the kitchen table, and after some hesitation the girl dragged her by the hand she was still holding to show her.

“I was coloring the animal book auntie Cam got me.” She sat back down, and Ava stood next to her, appreciating Willow’s attempt at staying within the lines.

“Willow, “ Beatrice voice echoed from behind the pair, making them both turn around with wide, attentive eyes. “Would you like Ava to play with you for a little while?” The young girl furrowed her eyebrows, trying to push her bangs aside.

“Why?” She asked innocently. Beatrice knelt down in front of her daughter, fixing her messy bangs for her.

“Well, since Ava lives next door, I thought it would be nice if you get to know her, don’t you think?” Willow nodded, because everything her mom said made sense; most of the time. Beatrice gave her a smile and gestured for Ava to sit on the chair next to Willow, while she sat in the one across from them.

Though the little girl was quite shy and closed off at first, taking hesitant glances up to her mom after she spoke, it didn’t take long for her to warm up to Ava. She always thought it was a lot easier to talk to children rather than adults, and really enjoyed taking part on their own little world.

“You’re doing it wrong!” Willow giggled as Ava colored outside of the drawing instead of inside, which was absolutely on purpose, and not because she got distracted by her small talk with Willow.

Ava felt her phone buzz, and typed a quick reply to JC before making gestures to Beatrice that she needed to go.

“Willow,” Beatrice spoke, gentle as ever but still commanding all of the little girl’s attention. “Would you like to help Ava with a game?” Willows eyes went wide at the mention of a game, going from her mother to Ava as she nodded excitedly.

“What is it?”

“Ava is playing pretend with a couple of friends, and they’re coming to see her.” The girls mouth formed an ‘o’ that Ava couldn’t help but mirror. “She’s pretending to be taking care of you while I’m gone.”

“But… you’re here.” Willow frowned, her eyes going from Ava to Beatrice in search of an answer.

“That’s why we are pretending I’m not here.” Beatrice explained patiently.

“So you’re in the game too?” Beatrice nodded, and Willow copied her, seeming to understand. “What does the winner get?” She asked, a confident smile on her face.

“Do you like waffles?” Ava asked, and if she noticed the angry look Beatrice shot her, she chose to ignore it. Willow let out a happy yelp, standing from her chair and jumping up and down.

“Willow,” Beatrice called, and the girl jumped all the way to her. “Remember, to win the game, you have to stay with Ava and her friends, and pretend I’m not here, capisce?”

“Capisce.” The little girl replied, making a motion of taking off a hat.

Before Ava could comment on their vocabulary they heard the door bell ring, and Ava felt her heart shoot up to her throat. Beatrice just gave her a reassuring nod before disappearing into the small hallway.

“Let the games begin.” Ava said to Willow solemnly after hearing the door of the room click.

###

The game lasted a little over 20 minutes, seeing that JC had made a dinner reservation for them and was really just stopping by.

It was nice to see him, Ava admitted, even if it was awkward at first, the conversation managed to flow nicely just like before they dated. She even managed to make small talk with his new girlfriend, who was really sweet and allowed their conversation to go uninterrupted by engaging with Willow and her Lego tower.

As soon as the door behind them closed, Ava let out a sigh of relief, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. It was nice, actually, and it gave her a weird sense of closure to see JC after so long and meet as friends.

“I win!” Willow chanted, jumping through the living room as Beatrice came out of the room, holding Olivia in her arms.

Ava gave Willow a triumphant high five and a bright grin to Beatrice, who seemed both surprised and relieved that it’d actually worked.

“You didn’t have to bribe her you know?” Beatrice whispered, seeing the little girl run to the kitchen in anticipation of her prize.

“I kinda did.” Ava giggled, cooing at the baby in Beatrice’s arms. “I had to bribe you too.” She added with a wink.

Beatrice rolled her eyes, walking ahead of Ava to hide the light blush creeping up her cheeks.

“You don’t have to do anything, by the way.” Beatrice said, after putting Olivia down on her chair. She opened the fridge to take out the ingredients for the waffles, while Willow searched for the largest pot she could find to make the mix. “You just… owe me one?” Beatrice said tentatively, feeling her heart warm at the sight of Ava’s bright smile.

So, Beatrice found herself spending the rest of the evening with this stranger, Ava, and her old waffle maker, far more entertained than she’ll ever admit.

Though she scolded Ava more than she ever did her own child —for not measuring the ingredients, for mixing the batter so energetically it got everywhere, including Beatrice’s shirt, among other things— she couldn’t help but smile all the same, seeing Willow laugh carelessly and enjoy her tower of waffles covered in syrup.

After Olivia had eaten all of the broccoli mush that wasn’t on her clothes, and Willow had long forgotten her waffles and devoted herself to watching her favorite show in the living room, Ava took it as her cue to leave.

Beatrice couldn’t hide her surprise when she came back from putting Olivia to bed, and found the kitchen as spotless as it had been.

“What? It was as only fair I cleaned up my own mess.” Ava said with a teasing smile.

“Thank you.” Beatrice said with the widest smile Ava had seen from her.

It was easy to smile around Ava, Beatrice noticed.

“Thank you.” Ava said, taking a step forward. “You really saved me from a lot of…”

“Explaining? Questions? Embarrassment?” Beatrice offered, and Ava gave her a shy nod, but her smile never seemed to leave her. Not like Beatrice wanted to.

“Yeah… thanks.” Ava said as she walked out the kitchen, waffle maker held firmly between her hands.

“Willow, say bye to Ava.” Beatrice called once they reached the door and, despite how entranced the little girl seemed by the colorful cartoons in front of her, she ran up to Ava and almost tackled her with a hug. Gently, Ava wrapped her arms around the little girl who mumbled something unintelligible.

“Can Ava come back to play?” Willow asked Beatrice after separating herself from Ava, her tiny hand still clutching Ava’s shirt.

“You should ask her, Lou.” Beatrice placed a gentle hand on the girls hair, staring down at her with so much love Ava felt her heart melt.

“Can you come back to play?” Willow asked her, lightly pulling Ava’s shirt.

“Of course!” Ava promised, shooting an anxious look at Beatrice to confirm she was actually ok with that that. “I’ll see you around, ok?” She said, messing up the little girl’s hair with endearment.

“Bye!” Willow waved, and Ava mirror her, but aimed her wave at the girl’s mother instead.

“Bye, Ava.” Beatrice said, offering her a final, polite smile before closing the door.

Ava let out a sigh, her chest filled with warmth and contempt and hope of seeing Beatrice, and her kids, again.

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Avatrice - neighbors AU

[and Beatrice has 2 kids]

Ava knocked on the door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she waited. Hearing the steps from the other side becoming louder with each passing second was almost enough for her to turn around to leave.

Almost, had it not been for the door opening right before she could run back to her apartment, revealing her neighbor greeting her with a small, polite smile.

Beatrice Xin.

Her next door neighbor that, though she’d moved in a couple of months after Ava, she knew almost nothing about.

She knew that she left too early in the morning and came back too late in the evening, but somehow managed to have enough time to take care of two little girls that, if Ava had to guess, were between five and two years old. She didn’t know much about the girls either; she assumed they were her daughters, even if Beatrice seemed far too young and far too busy to have kids, it was not her place to judge.

She also knew, from the few times they’d crossed paths, that Beatrice always managed to offer her a small, but genuine smile, despite how tired she seemed. If Ava was being honest, Beatrice smile was disarming, and she vividly remembers her legs going weak the first time she saw it.

That was another thing she knew: Beatrice was painfully attractive.

However, that was as far as Ava’s knowledge on Beatrice Xin extended, hence why she felt so awkward standing there.

“Hi.” Ava greeted shyly, already unable to stop her hands from fidgeting with a lose thread of her shirt. Beatrice kept her eyes on her; unreadable. “I’m Ava Silva, your neighbor from the other side of the hall.” In her head, Ava was thanking every deity she knew for giving her enough confidence to introduce herself without stuttering.

“I’m Beatrice Xin.” She offered her a hand for Ava to shake, who took it immediately, giving her a bright smile as she squeezed it gently. Beatrice smiled back, wider this time but still small, and Ava could do nothing but stare.

Beatrice let her, her own eyes scanning over her neighbor’s features to commit them to memory. Suddenly, she became aware that she was still holding Ava’s hand, the smaller girl’s grip loose around her own firm hand. She let go, maybe too quickly and too awkwardly, but Ava didn’t seem to care.

“Right so….,” Ava trailed off, her nerves getting the best of her. “There’s no way I can say this without sounding weird or stupid or straight up crazy and I completely understand if you just shut the door in my face-“ Beatrice’s amused yet slightly threatening eyebrow raise was enough to get Ava to stop her rambling and take a deep breath. “Can I borrow your kids?”

Any trace of amusement was gone as soon as Beatrice heard the word ‘kids’.

“Excuse me?” Ava took notice of her british accent and wondered how someone could grow more attractive by the second. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, feeling herself grow smaller in front of Beatrice’s threatening eyebrow raise and her suddenly closed off demeanor.

Ava fought the chills crawling up her spine, suddenly aware of the small height difference in Beatrice’s favor that made her all the more scary. Still, she took another deep breath, desperate to at least get her neighbor to hear her explanation and not think she’s completely insane.

“I… I kinda told my ex that I couldn’t go out with him today and meet his new girlfriend because I have to babysit, when I really just don’t want to go because even if we ended on ‘good terms’ and we’re friends, it’s going to be so awkward and I’m not sure I’m ready to put myself through that but I-“ She cut herself short to catch her breath, giving Beatrice a sheepish smile.

“What do you need the kids for then?” Beatrice asked before she could continue. “You said no, so why do you need my kids?” her voice was stern and demanding, like a high school principal, her face unreadable as ever.

“Well,“ Ava sighed, preparing herself to blurt out the second half of her explanation. “He said they could come to say hi while I babysit, because he lives in another city and wanted to stop by, since they’re only here for the weekend and it’s the only time he’s available. I couldn’t backtrack with the babysitting lie, because that would make it too obvious that I don’t want to meet them so…”

Ava looked up from her fidgety hands to the woman in front of her, who stared back at her with what Ava thought -hoped- was maybe a small glint of amusement in her dark, expressionless eyes.

“I know it sounds insane but you’re the only person I know that has kids and they really won’t stay for long; 30 minutes at most.” Beatrice frowned, and Ava couldn’t believe she actually seemed to be thinking about it. “I swear I’ll take good care of them, please!” Ava pushed, ready to beg on her knees if she had to. “I’ll owe you anything! I can clean your entire apartment!, or take down your trash for as long as you live here.” She decided to finalized with her offers, and Beatrice let out an annoyed sigh.

“Are you really willing to go this far to save yourself the embarrassment?” Beatrice questioned, and Ava wasn’t sure if she was making fun of her or if she was genuinely curious.

“Yes!” Ava answered, too sure of herself. Beatrice rolled her eyes at the answer, but couldn’t hide the small smile making its way to her lips.

Ava felt a spark of hope grow in her chest at the reaction, and decided to give her the best puppy eyes she could muster.

God.

At that moment, Beatrice genuinely felt like she couldn’t say no. For some reason, this complete stranger that seemed to put all her faith in her, hoping that Beatrice was just as insane as she was and would aid her in her stupid lie, was actually managing to convince her.

Beatrice took her time to study the girl, who seemed just a couple of years younger than her and knew nothing about. Just by their first interaction, she could tell the girl was like an open book, all of her emotions easy to label just by taking a look into her eyes. She didn’t seem like a real threat and, if she truly wanted to kidnap or harm her children in any way, Beatrice didn’t think she would be to borrow them like they were a cup of flour.

“Fine.” Beatrice stated, and Ava let out a relieved yelp, jumping around to celebrate her small victory.

It could be good to get to know her neighbors anyways.

“Really?” Ava asked, buzzing with energy.

“Yes, but with one condition.” Ava became serious all of a sudden, ready to obey whatever this woman said as long as it would spare her the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. “You have come to our apartment, and I get to stay.” Beatrice stated firmly.

“What?” Ava frowned, slightly confused. “What’s the point of babysitting if their mom is here?”

“I can just stay in Oli’s room.” Beatrice answered, getting a puzzled look from Ava. “The baby.” She clarified, regretting her decision already.

“Ok, yeah. Sounds fair.“ Ava nodded, and for the first time since she got there, she caught a glimpse of Beatrice’s apartment.

Unlike hers, it was spotless, furnished with simple furniture in white and grayish tones. Beatrice gestured for her to come in, allowing Ava a full few of the apartment. Despite most of it being grey and white, the place felt warm and homey, with the evening sunlight shining through the windows and a couple of scattered, colorful toys in the fluffy grey rug of the living room.

“When is your ex coming?”

“Shit.” Ava muttered, as she checked the time on her phone.

“Language.” Beatrice scolded, and Ava had to bite her tongue to keep herself from giggling.

“Sorry. He said they’ll be here in 20 minutes.” She answered sheepishly.

“That’s not a lot of time.” For some reason, Beatrice seemed to be worried about her, even if she clearly disapproved of the entire plan. “You should hurry and get my kid to like you if you want this to work.” Ava was momentarily shocked at how invested Beatrice sounded, but didn’t hesitate to follow her to the kitchen.

“Willow.” Beatrice called as they entered, and Ava was met by wide brown eyes staring at her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

The little girl stood up, her pigtails swaying from side to side as she ran to meet them at the door, her bangs slightly disheveled. Her hair was a lot darker than Beatrice’s and her skin paler, but otherwise they looked quite alike.

“This is Ava, our neighbor.” Beatrice introduced, and Willow extended a hand for her to shake, just like her mother. Ava shook it gently, giving the girl a smile as she introduced herself.

“I’m Willow!” She replied with excitement that Ava didn’t hesitate to mirror.

“It’s such a pretty name! What were you doing there, Willow?” Ava said pointing at the kitchen table, and after some hesitation the girl dragged her by the hand she was still holding to show her.

“I was coloring the animal book auntie Cam got me.” She sat back down, and Ava stood next to her, appreciating Willow’s attempt at staying within the lines.

“Willow, “ Beatrice voice echoed from behind the pair, making them both turn around with wide, attentive eyes. “Would you like Ava to play with you for a little while?” The young girl furrowed her eyebrows, trying to push her bangs aside.

“Why?” She asked innocently. Beatrice knelt down in front of her daughter, fixing her messy bangs for her.

“Well, since Ava lives next door, I thought it would be nice if you get to know her, don’t you think?” Willow nodded, because everything her mom said made sense; most of the time. Beatrice gave her a smile and gestured for Ava to sit on the chair next to Willow, while she sat in the one across from them.

Though the little girl was quite shy and closed off at first, taking hesitant glances up to her mom after she spoke, it didn’t take long for her to warm up to Ava. She always thought it was a lot easier to talk to children rather than adults, and really enjoyed taking part on their own little world.

“You’re doing it wrong!” Willow giggled as Ava colored outside of the drawing instead of inside, which was absolutely on purpose, and not because she got distracted by her small talk with Willow.

Ava felt her phone buzz, and typed a quick reply to JC before making gestures to Beatrice that she needed to go.

“Willow,” Beatrice spoke, gentle as ever but still commanding all of the little girl’s attention. “Would you like to help Ava with a game?” Willows eyes went wide at the mention of a game, going from her mother to Ava as she nodded excitedly.

“What is it?”

“Ava is playing pretend with a couple of friends, and they’re coming to see her.” The girls mouth formed an ‘o’ that Ava couldn’t help but mirror. “She’s pretending to be taking care of you while I’m gone.”

“But… you’re here.” Willow frowned, her eyes going from Ava to Beatrice in search of an answer.

“That’s why we are pretending I’m not here.” Beatrice explained patiently.

“So you’re in the game too?” Beatrice nodded, and Willow copied her, seeming to understand. “What does the winner get?” She asked, a confident smile on her face.

“Do you like waffles?” Ava asked, and if she noticed the angry look Beatrice shot her, she chose to ignore it. Willow let out a happy yelp, standing from her chair and jumping up and down.

“Willow,” Beatrice called, and the girl jumped all the way to her. “Remember, to win the game, you have to stay with Ava and her friends, and pretend I’m not here, capisce?”

“Capisce.” The little girl replied, making a motion of taking off a hat.

Before Ava could comment on their vocabulary they heard the door bell ring, and Ava felt her heart shoot up to her throat. Beatrice just gave her a reassuring nod before disappearing into the small hallway.

“Let the games begin.” Ava said to Willow solemnly after hearing the door of the room click.

###

The game lasted a little over 20 minutes, seeing that JC had made a dinner reservation for them and was really just stopping by.

It was nice to see him, Ava admitted, even if it was awkward at first, the conversation managed to flow nicely just like before they dated. She even managed to make small talk with his new girlfriend, who was really sweet and allowed their conversation to go uninterrupted by engaging with Willow and her Lego tower.

As soon as the door behind them closed, Ava let out a sigh of relief, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. It was nice, actually, and it gave her a weird sense of closure to see JC after so long and meet as friends.

“I win!” Willow chanted, jumping through the living room as Beatrice came out of the room, holding Olivia in her arms.

Ava gave Willow a triumphant high five and a bright grin to Beatrice, who seemed both surprised and relieved that it’d actually worked.

“You didn’t have to bribe her you know?” Beatrice whispered, seeing the little girl run to the kitchen in anticipation of her prize.

“I kinda did.” Ava giggled, cooing at the baby in Beatrice’s arms. “I had to bribe you too.” She added with a wink.

Beatrice rolled her eyes, walking ahead of Ava to hide the light blush creeping up her cheeks.

“You don’t have to do anything, by the way.” Beatrice said, after putting Olivia down on her chair. She opened the fridge to take out the ingredients for the waffles, while Willow searched for the largest pot she could find to make the mix. “You just… owe me one?” Beatrice said tentatively, feeling her heart warm at the sight of Ava’s bright smile.

So, Beatrice found herself spending the rest of the evening with this stranger, Ava, and her old waffle maker, far more entertained than she’ll ever admit.

Though she scolded Ava more than she ever did her own child —for not measuring the ingredients, for mixing the batter so energetically it got everywhere, including Beatrice’s shirt, among other things— she couldn’t help but smile all the same, seeing Willow laugh carelessly and enjoy her tower of waffles covered in syrup.

After Olivia had eaten all of the broccoli mush that wasn’t on her clothes, and Willow had long forgotten her waffles and devoted herself to watching her favorite show in the living room, Ava took it as her cue to leave.

Beatrice couldn’t hide her surprise when she came back from putting Olivia to bed, and found the kitchen as spotless as it had been.

“What? It was as only fair I cleaned up my own mess.” Ava said with a teasing smile.

“Thank you.” Beatrice said with the widest smile Ava had seen from her.

It was easy to smile around Ava, Beatrice noticed.

“Thank you.” Ava said, taking a step forward. “You really saved me from a lot of…”

“Explaining? Questions? Embarrassment?” Beatrice offered, and Ava gave her a shy nod, but her smile never seemed to leave her. Not like Beatrice wanted to.

“Yeah… thanks.” Ava said as she walked out the kitchen, waffle maker held firmly between her hands.

“Willow, say bye to Ava.” Beatrice called once they reached the door and, despite how entranced the little girl seemed by the colorful cartoons in front of her, she ran up to Ava and almost tackled her with a hug. Gently, Ava wrapped her arms around the little girl who mumbled something unintelligible.

“Can Ava come back to play?” Willow asked Beatrice after separating herself from Ava, her tiny hand still clutching Ava’s shirt.

“You should ask her, Lou.” Beatrice placed a gentle hand on the girls hair, staring down at her with so much love Ava felt her heart melt.

“Can you come back to play?” Willow asked her, lightly pulling Ava’s shirt.

“Of course!” Ava promised, shooting an anxious look at Beatrice to confirm she was actually ok with that that. “I’ll see you around, ok?” She said, messing up the little girl’s hair with endearment.

“Bye!” Willow waved, and Ava mirror her, but aimed her wave at the girl’s mother instead.

“Bye, Ava.” Beatrice said, offering her a final, polite smile before closing the door.

Ava let out a sigh, her chest filled with warmth and contempt and hope of seeing Beatrice, and her kids, again.

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Writing a multi-chap Avatrice fic if anyone is interested ✌🏽

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Again - Avatrice training AU [part 4]

[part 3 here]

The knock on the door was so soft, so hesitant, Beatrice thought she imagined it. Still, she stood up and walked to the door, ignoring how painful it was to even sit up on her bed.

“Beatrice?” she heard Ava whisper from the other side, right before she opened the door.

“Ava.” Ava’s smile seemed to falter slightly at the cold, close off Bea that greeted her at the door, but Beatrice was too tired to comment on it.

She walked to her small dressing table, taking her hair out of it’s bun and picking up her hairbrush before turning back around to face Ava.

“Do you need anything?” She asked tentatively, after noticing Ava stood frozen right next to the now closed door, her wide eyes fixed on her.

Ava, on the other hand, momentarily forgot everything she meant to say when Beatrice turned around with her hair down, slightly messy and slicked back from being in a tight bun all day. She would’ve thought her adorable, had it not been for the dark circles under her eyes that reminded her exactly of why she was there.

“I’m- no, actually,” Ava took a step forward, fidgeting with a loose thread of her sleeve. “I came to ask if you needed anything.”

“Me?” Beatrice asked with confusion, and Ava had to clasp her hands together to keep herself from poking the frown between the older girl’s eyebrows.

“Yes, you. You’ve been getting the worst part of our training, so I thought I’d check up on you.” Ava scratched the back of her head anxiously, eyes casted down in embarrassment. “How’s your leg?”

“Oh.“ was all Beatrice could answer at first, taken aback by the sudden question.

She was still processing how, despite how harsh she had been to her during training, Ava still wanted to see her; maybe she even cared for her.

“I’m fine.” She managed to say with a shrug, tearing her eyes away from Ava to stare at her own feet.

“Have you checked it?” Ava questioned, noticing Beatrice was still wearing the same training clothes.

Beatrice felt a blush creep up her cheeks, giving her back to Ava and choosing to sit at the foot of her bed in a poor attempt to hide it.

“Not yet, but it feels alright.” she tried kicking her shoes off to prove her point, but it backfired when she accidentally hit her calf against the bed frame.

As soon as Ava heard her pained gasp, she was standing in front of her, genuine concern so clear in her face Beatrice felt a pang of guilt.

“Here, let me.“

Ava fell to her knees before she could get an answer, making Beatrice feel her heart flutter. Gently, she untied the laces of her shoes, pulling them out with so much care as though Beatrice might break. Next, Ava looked up at Beatrice, wide eyes already fixed on her, and then back to her feet, her hands hovering over the end of her leggings, silently asking for permission to lift it. Beatrice gave her a small, absent nod, stopping herself from shivering when she felt Ava’s fingers lightly graze her bare leg.

“You don’t-“ Beatrice seemed to snap out of her daze, trying to pull herself away from Ava’s touch, but stopped as soon as she saw the smile on Ava’s face fall. When Beatrice didn’t continue, Ava took it as silent resignation and continued to pull up the legging, biting her lip to suppress a gasp when she saw the dark, purple bruise covering the outer side of Beatrice’s leg.

“Ouch.” Was all Ava managed to say, after uncovering the other leg only to find a similar bruise, maybe a little lighter.

“They always look worse than they are.” She wasn’t lying, it really seemed a lot worse, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I’ll be right back.” Before Beatrice could get a word out, Ava had bolted out the door.

Beatrice just sat there, staring at the point where Ava’s warm eyes used to be.

She couldn’t understand how, why, Ava was there.

Yes, Ava is naturally kind, and caring, and loving, but Beatrice never imagined herself being the one on the receiving end.

Even if they got along, even if they’d sit together at dinner, exchange smiles in the halls and stupid puns during training, Beatrice considered herself nothing more than an acquaintance to Ava, though she herself considered Ava a lot more than that.

After their long training hours, after all the harsh things she’d said, after getting her ass kicked publicly by Beatrice more than once, she didn’t expect Ava to care about her outside the training room. Hell, she didn’t expect her to like her.

Still, Ava came back a few minutes later, slightly out of breath and holding what Beatrice assumed were two ice packs wrapped in towels. Without saying anything, Ava went back to kneeling in front of Beatrice, seeing that the older girl hadn’t moved a muscle since she’d left her.

As gentle as ever, Ava pressed an ice pack against her left leg and Beatrice shivered, not so much for the cold as for the feeling of Ava’s fingers against her skin.

“I can do that.” Beatrice argued, her voice coming out far too weak for her liking. She tried to make her point clear by placing her hand over Ava’s, but Ava continued with her task, paying no mind to Beatrice’s hand on hers, pressing the second ice pack to the other leg. “Ava, it’s fine.”

Ava’s hands faltered, taken aback by the suddenly stern, closed off Beatrice. She looked up, only to find Beatrice’s dark eyes on her, hiding a turmoil of emotions Ava thinks she could never unravel. Still, she pressed the ice packs back on the bruises after a beat of silence, giving Beatrice a small, sad smile.

“Beatrice.”

Her name sounded different each time Ava said it.

Beatrice wasn’t sure how, but each time they were together Ava seemed to call her name with a new, complex emotion that she couldn’t quite label. Sometimes it was sadness, others a little teasing, and a lot of the times with frustration, but it always had something Beatrice couldn’t quite figure out. This time, Beatrice would dare say she called her with endearment, hurt hidden beneath it.

“I’m sorry.” Beatrice let out, looking out the dark window to avoid Ava’s eyes.

“It’s fine.” Ava reassured, but Beatrice kept her eyes fixed on the window. “I just wish-“ she stopped, suddenly considering the weight of her words. At the sudden silence, Beatrice couldn’t help but look, finding Ava staring right back at her. “Just…take care of yourself?” she chose to say, after the silence had extended for too long. Beatrice kept her eyes fixed on hers, as if she could physically see Ava’s thoughts if she tried hard enough.

The truth is, Ava didn’t want her to just take care of herself.

She wanted Beatrice to let her in, to allow her to care for her and share the burdens she most definitely had, but chose to keep to herself.

She always chose to keep to herself.

She wanted to see Beatrice smile more often, to see her without a cut or a bruise for once and to know what she enjoys to do on her days off.

And maybe, when Ava let her selfish thoughts get the best of her, she wanted to be the one by her side, the one who makes her smile and spends her days with, for Beatrice to consider her a trustworthy friend.

Even if she wasn’t her friend and they never saw each other again, Ava wanted her to be happy, because ever since the day they first met she thought Beatrice to be deserving of it; of smiles and laughs and love and care.

Beatrice settled for giving her a firm nod, half expecting Ava to say something else, but not pushing her to when she didn’t. She allowed her to continue with her task, pressing the ice packs on her legs until the towels were soaking wet.

“You should put some cream on them before going to bed.” Ava stated, standing up from her kneeling position.

Beatrice, as if startled by Ava’s voice, stood up quickly, leaving her inches from Ava, who seemed to loose her balance at the sudden move. Instinctively, Beatrice grabbed her elbows to steady her, leaving Ava’s hands pressed against her own chest.

Her breath caught in her throat, feeling Ava’s cold hands through her shirt because of the ice packs and her deep brown eyes looking at her wide in surprise. Beatrice allowed herself to let her eyes roam around Ava’s face, taking in every little detail she could only ever notice with this little distance. Unwillingly, her eyes finally landed on the girl’s slightly parted lips, looking back up at Ava’s eyes far too quickly, afraid to be caught staring.

“Shower.” Beatrice managed to croak out, her voice shaky and too loud, snapping them both out of their daze. As soon as Beatrice let go of Ava, and the younger girl took a step back, but her eyes remained fixed on Beatrice’s.

“What?”

“I- I should shower before putting anything on.” Beatrice clarified, walking to the other side of the room to gather herself.

“Right.” Ava took that as her to leave and walked towards the door.

“Ava?” Beatrice called before the girl was fully out of the room. “Thank you.” She stated genuinely, offering a small warm smile to Ava, who gave her a wide, bright grin before wishing her goodnight and closing the door.

When Beatrice came out of the shower, she found a small, white tube of cream on her nightstand, along with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers.

criticism and comments and prompts or ideas or anything is always welcomed :D

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Again - Avatrice training AU [part 3]

[part 2 here]

“How is Ava doing?”

It never bothered Beatrice that Mother Superion was so straight forward and in times like this, she even appreciated it, wanting nothing more than to go back to her room, take a shower and sleep.

“She’s made a lot of progress.” Beatrice started, thinking back to their latest training sessions. “I assume she’s settling in quite well, since she’s already gotten used to the training hours and no longer sits alone during lunch.” Beatrice has to suppress a small smile at the memory Ava and Camila teasing Mary during lunch.

“What about her individual training?“ Superion inquired, leaning back on her chair.

“It’s been… hard.” Beatrice admitted, a little ashamed.

“It’s supposed to be.”

“I know that.” Beatrice looked back up, wetting her lips before speaking. “I’m just not sure it’s the best method.”

Beatrice wasn’t one to often question authority, but Superion always seemed to welcome her insight, so she became more comfortable sharing her thoughts with her.

“But it’s working, is it not?”

“It is.” Beatrice admitted. She knew she couldn’t argue against that, the earthquakes that shook the entire building as evidence. “The Halo reacted strongly to Ava’s anger, as you predicted, but she managed to keep it under control.”

“I don’t think anyone at Cat’s Cradle would say it’s under control.” Mother Superion debated, leaning forward on her desk.

Beatrice didn’t reply, holding the older woman’s stern gaze for what felt like hours, before Mother Superion spoke again.

“I admit it’s a hard task, Beatrice.” She conceded, standing from her place behind the desk and making her way towards her. “So I understand if you don’t wish to continue. I will take up Ava’s training myself.”

“What?” Beatrice asked, her voice laced with both surprise and fear.

As much as she hated being the one tasked with making Ava furious every single day, she didn’t think Superion taking her place was the best idea and, even if Ava wasn’t the best student, she didn’t wish her hours of individual training sessions with Mother Superion.

She wasn’t sure she would wish that to anyone.

“I will train Ava from now on and you can go back to your regular schedule.” Superion was testing her, she knew that, a flash of satisfaction crossing her eyes as Beatrice shook her head.

“I’m not quitting.” Beatrice said, surprising herself with how determined she sounded. “I will continue to train Ava, but I would like you to consider using a different method to help her control the Halo’s power.”

“And what would that different method be?” Mother Superion pushed.

“The same method that is used to teach every Warrior Nun.” Beatrice knew that wouldn’t be enough, that she needed to come up with something more specific if she wanted things to change.

“Do you think it would work?” Superion asked, her voice cold and challenging.

“I think…” Beatrice trailed off, giving herself time to put her thoughts in order. “I think that if Ava learns to control the Halo’s power for something useful, like fighting, then she’ll be more willing to train. If she trains with the Halo, I’ll be easier for her to keep it under control in stressful situations.”

Beatrice was amazed that she managed to keep her voice steady all throughout her explanation, with Mother Superion’s piercing eyes on her and the fact that she made it all up in the spot.

It’s not like she hadn’t thought about bringing it up, she did believe that it would be far more useful and effective to teach Ava how to use the Halo for a fight, but hadn’t thought about bringing it up yet.

“If you wish to try, then go ahead.” Mother Superion conceded, and Beatrice released a sigh of relief. However, it was short lived, as Superion continued. “I will give you a week, after which I will test Ava myself.”

Beatrice’s blood ran cold at the subtle threat hidden in Mother Superion’s words. If she failed, if Superion didn’t consider her training to be effective enough, she would be admonished. Not only that, but Ava would be punished for Beatrice’s mistakes.

“Fine.” Beatrice accepted after a split second of consideration, all the worst scenarios running through her head. She sighed, rolling back her shoulders to release the tension that had built up in them.

Without another word, Mother Superion dismissed her, the silence heavier and louder than anything she could’ve said.

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Again - Avatrice training AU [part 2]

(part 1 here)

“Again.”

Ava wasn’t sure if she preferred this, a series of easy kicks and punches, or the sticks from the day before. At this point, she didn’t care. I’d been almost 2 hours after dismissal, just like the day before, and Ava really considered phasing into the ground and letting it swallow her whole, if she had the energy to phase at all.

But she kept going, and even spared Beatrice of her pleading and whining, wanting to get it over with as fast as she could. For her own sanity, she also told Beatrice to cut it with the “again” after every single round.

However, after she noticed Beatrice shifting her weight far too often, and all but limping back from the bench where her water bottle resided, Ava decided she’d enough.

“Again.” Beatrice repeated, still waiting for Ava to strike.

“You’re hurt.” Ava stated matter of factly, though it was impossible to miss the worry in her voice.

“I’m fine.” Beatrice lied, readjusted her position. “Again.” Ava took a deep breath, taking tentative steps towards her.

“Beatrice.” Unlike the day before, there was no anger in her voice. Maybe, it was the most emotionless voice Beatrice had ever heard of Ava; and it scared her. “If you- if you and Superion want me to train until I can no longer stand, I’ll do it.”

Ava took another step towards Beatrice, who had long forgotten her fighting stance. Though she wanted to, Beatrice couldn’t bring herself to look away from Ava’s soft eyes that seemed to see right through her.

“I don’t know what you mean to get from it,” she continued with clear annoyance, taking another deep breath. “But I’ll do my best.” Beatrice gave her a firm nod, unsure of what to say. “But you are in pain.”

“I’m not!” Beatrice argued back too quickly, getting a challenging brow raise from Ava.

“You are.” Ava insisted, slightly poking Beatrice’s leg with her feet where she knew she likely had a massive bruise.

Ava was proven right when the older girl moved back instinctively, wincing at the touch.

“You just want training to be over.” Beatrice argued weakly, light blush creeping up her cheeks.

Ava seemed almost offended by her words, as if Beatrice believing Ava didn’t actually care about her was physically painful.

“You can get someone else train with me.” Ava stated firmly. “Camila, Mary; I’ll even take Lilith!” Beatrice couldn’t help a small smile, looking away from Ava in a poor attempt to hide it.

Beatrice opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by Ava’s soft, firm hands on her arms, making the space between them impossibly smaller.

“And you can lie all you want and say you’re fine,” Ava’s voice was soft, almost like a whisper, as if they were sharing a secret in a room full off people.

“But I know there’s probably a big, dark bruise down there to prove you wrong. So no, we are not going again.” Ava finalized and, deep down, Beatrice knew there was no point in fighting her on this one.

If she were to be honest, Beatrice was exhausted. Not only had acting as Ava’s training dummy for over a week left her with more bruises and marks than she’d ever admit, but it had cut down her hours of sleep to almost half and left her with odd eating schedules. However, before Beatrice could even consider confessing it all to Ava, the door to the training room creaked open, making them both jump back and away from each other.

“Beatrice,” Mother Superions called, “come with me.”

When she turned around to close the door, Beatrice swore she saw a look of worry in Ava’s eyes mixed with a hint of guilt, before the girl turned around to kick a training dummy in the chest.

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Again - Avatrice training AU

[Beatrice is tasked with pushing Ava to her limits and test how she manages her emotions. Ava can barely manage her emotions.]

“Again.” Beatrice’s voice echoed through the empty training hall.

“Beatrice…” Ava all but begged, one hand in her knees to keep herself steady as she panted, while she ran the other through her sweaty forehead.

“Again.” Beatrice repeated, and though Ava kept telling herself that it was her job, that it was for the best, she couldn’t help but be annoyed.

It had been two hours since training was over and, to no one’s surprise, everyone but Ava was dismissed. Two hours where Beatrice had her perform the same exact series of moves on her.

It was like a slow, but painfully demanding dance: Ava would use the training stick to strike Beatrice’s left side, then a kick to her right, both promptly blocked by Beatrice in the same rehearsed, effortless way. Then, Ava would get a blow to Beatrice’s left leg that didn’t even seem to tickle her, using the momentum to position herself behind Beatrice and jam the stick between her legs, pushing her down to the floor.

“Bea-” she tried again, going for a more playful tone this time.

“Again.” Beatrice repeated, throwing the training stick at Ava, who barely managed to catch it before it hit her straight in the face.

So she did.

Before Beatrice had time to set herself into her perfect defensive stance, Ava attacked, putting all of her remaining energy into every move, hoping it was enough to convince Beatrice that she had mastered it.

Beatrice fell with a thud into the mat, as she had for the past couple of hours. Still, despite being the one getting the short end in this training session, —her right leg aching so much after an hour that she had to ask Ava to go for her left— she stood up and nodded.

“Again.”

“You can’t be serious.” Ava said, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “We’ve been at it for over two hours.” Beatrice only arched an eyebrow in response, as if to challenge her. “It’s was perfect, what more do I need to do?”

Ava used this time to stretch around her aching limbs, aware of how useless this back and forth would be, yet still holding onto the hope that Beatrice was as exhausted as has was.

“You’re not to decide if it’s perfect or not.” Beatrice retorted, sounding a lot harsher than she intended to.

“So what? We stay here until you get tired? Until you decide it’s over?” Ava took a step towards her, hitting the stick against the mat as she spoke.

“Again.” Was all Beatrice said in response, yet it was enough to spark something in Ava that she rarely felt towards her.

“Again.” Beatrice repeated, even after Ava had landed a particularly hard blow to her leg.

As soon as Beatrice was on her feet, Ava attacked again without warning, giving her little time to recover. Still, Beatrice managed to block everything she was supposed to, and even avoid falling at the end. This only prompted Ava to attack her again, harder yet more sloppy, just as Superion had predicted.

Another half hour passed, with Ava’s attacks becoming weaker and messier, to the point she even failed to land a couple of blows despite the hours of practice and Beatrice’s willingness to take them.

“Fuck!” Ava threw the stick across the room, the Halo on her back glowing brightly through her shirt and making the other props in the room shake.

“Again.” Beatrice’s voice now sounded foreign to both of them, like a mantra neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

“Beatrice!” Ava inched closer to her, glaring down at her instructor despite the height difference in Bea’s favor. She noticed Beatrice’s hair was still perfectly tucked into its bun and she somehow didn’t have a trace of sweat, contrasting heavily against her own messy hair sticking to her forehead, drops of sweat trickling down her jaw.

“Again.”

Ava pushed her back and swung at her, despite not having the training stick. She tried for her left side, then the right side, then a kick to her leg, a punch to her stomach and another kick to her side, but they were all swiftly blocked by Beatrice, though not without effort. Of course, this did nothing to appease Ava’s rage, if anything, it only made it worse.

Beatrice was fully aware that Ava had reached her limit, that she was doing nothing but make it worse, but that was exactly what Superion had asked of her and, despite how much it pained her to see the anger in Ava’s eyes directed at her, she decided to push her just a little further.

“Are you done?” She said once Ava step back, panting loudly.

“Are you done?” Ava challenged. Beatrice walked off the mat and, for a second, Ava thought she’d done it: she beat Beatrice at whatever game she was playing. Her satisfaction disappeared, however, as soon as Beatrice turned around, training stick in her hand.

“Again.” She threw the stick at Ava, but instead of catching it she dodged.

“No.”

“Again, Ava.”

“No!” Ava yelled, and the ground beneath them quaked again, strong enough to make it hard for them to keep their balance.

Beatrice’s flinch was almost imperceptible, had it not been for how Ava’s eyes never seemed to leave her.

“No,” she repeated, softer this time. “I don’t know what you expect to get from this, but I’m done.” Ava finalized, already heading for the door.

“So you’re just giving up?” Though Beatrice’s voice was stern and challenging, Ava could feel her waver, feel the slight hesitation, maybe fear, in her words, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear.

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” Ava turned around, hurt flashing through her eyes long enough to make Beatrice feel like crumbling down on the spot.

Was this what Superion wanted?, to have Ava despise her? To have her loose the one person she could rely on?

“Ava!” Beatrice called, grabbing her arm before she could leave. “I get that you’re upset b-“

“I’m not upset, Beatrice.” Ava replied, shaking her hand off her arm. “I’m fucking tired.“ she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Please, can’t we just leave it here.” She pleaded softly, getting an understanding look from Beatrice.

“No.”

“What?”

“No.” Beatrice repeated, sounding as exhausted as Ava. “I’m sorry, Ava. but we have keep going. I have to see you through this.” She added the last bit after a beat of silence, mostly for herself to hear.

“Through what?” Ava laughed in disbelief. “It’s just one stupid fighting move, it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“No, but you can try.” Beatrice retorted, regretting her words as soon as they left her.

“You think I’m not trying? “ Ava’s eyes filled with with angry tears, the entire building shaking with each step she took towards Beatrice. “You think this is easy?“

The light coming from Ava’s back became more intense, her entire body shaking with what Beatrice couldn’t decide was pain or anger. Ava’s fists we’re clenched tightly to her sides, her eyes shut as she took a couple of deep breaths before opening them again.

“You’re holding back.” Beatrice stated, her eyes shining with an admiration.

“Of course I’m holding back!” She took a step towards Beatrice, but took three steps back as she felt the heat in her back intensify. “All you care about is technique, there’s no need to use all my strength to body slam-“

“No, I mean-.” Beatrice interrupted, but cut herself short as the words of mother Superion echoed in her head. “You’re right, let’s call it a day.” She conceded, deciding that giving up for the day was better than cracking under the stare of Ava’s eyes and ruining Superion’s training plans.

She took a deep breath, ignoring how Ava’s eyes followed her around the room as she collected her stuff to leave.

“What were you going to say?” Ava questioned just as Beatrice walked pass her.

“Nothing.”

“Beatrice.” it was now Ava who took a hold of Beatrice’s arm, her tight grip stopping her just before she could cross the door.

“Do you want this to be over or not?” Beatrice stared back at her, a silent threat hidden in her words.

“I want you to tell me what this is!“ Ava gestured around the room in exasperation.

“I- “ Beatrice looked away, but not before Ava could catch the hint of sadness in her eyes. “I can’t.” She finalized, Ava’s grip loosening as a sign of defeat.

[part 2 here]

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moving my writing and everything to @hypertic !!! please follow me there I don’t wanna be alone thank you gays

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so idk what to do because I wanna move my writing and everything to my primary blog so I can answer stuff but. how do I do that.

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and when I email HBO to ask them to pretty please make a season 3 of warrior nun

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need a user for this specific blog dedicated to gay women and writing HELP

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Fam, I am having feelings about my girl Sam.

The way her mean girl, I don’t give a shit about your feelings persona is the only way she knows how to mask her inability to read social cues without getting labeled and treated like she’s broken or stupid.

The way she’s learned to hide behind her status because rich, titled people are allowed to be eccentric.

The way she’s become an unapproachable bully because it’s the only way she knows how to protect herself and that distance is the only thing that makes her feel safe.

That her neurodivergent traits combined with the trauma and dysfunction of growing up with her grandmother has left her unable to cope with anyone else’s expectations so she’s learned to avoid them as efficiently as possible.

And the way Kirk and her friends not only acknowledge that she’s doing her best, but they do everything they can to help Mon to understand that too. Kirk recognizing that this thing with Mon is important and coaching Sam through the damage control so she doesn’t lose it.

Definitely one of the reasons Sam fell for Mon is how straightforward she is. She’s the only person outside of Sam’s close friends that isn’t afraid of speaking up to her and for someone who struggles with nonverbal cues and reading context, it’s such a relief when someone tells you what they’re thinking so you don’t have to guess.

And that Mon is one of the few people to recognize that underneath all of Sam’s maladaptive self preservation instincts, she is a fundamentally kind person. She’s just learned to bury it in order to survive.

Sam, my love, you deserve happiness too, babes ❤️

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Listen to me, listen, listen, Ava's super nova move in the church? Blasted apart a goddamn solid stone pillar. A. Stone. Pillar. Michael got yeeted so far, he ended up underneath some dude. And Beatrice's knees didn't even fucking buckle. Ava, girl.

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I like to think Ava isn’t just using the her strength to pulse the Halo but also making a great conscious effort to keep Beatrice close to her / keep her from getting hurt by it.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"And then I am going to shoot you in the face and chest as long as all my magazines are empty and you are unrecognizable from the holes in your head. Brain and intestines leaking onto the floor as you bleed out, covering everything around you with blood and piss, as ugly and disgusting as you are." and he put the gun to her temple again - her eyes shut and heart beating faster than probably healthy.

"Even god will kneel before me - thanking me for my service." and she didn't dare face him but by the lightness in his voice it wasn't far off to assume he was playing god with a smile on his face.

Or:

15 year old Beatrice having to face the aftermath of her kissing a girl.

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Again - Avatrice training AU

[Beatrice is tasked with pushing Ava to her limits and test how she manages her emotions. Ava can barely manage her emotions.]

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“Again.” Beatrice’s voice echoed through the empty training hall.

“Beatrice…” Ava all but begged, one hand in her knees to keep her steady as she panted, while she ran the other through her sweaty forehead.

“Again.” Beatrice repeated, and though Ava kept telling herself that it was her job, she couldn’t help but be annoyed.

It had been two hours since training was over and, to no one’s surprise, everyone but Ava was dismissed. Two hours where Beatrice had her perform the same exact series of moves on her.

It was like a slow, but painfully demanding dance: Ava would use the training stick to strike Beatrice’s left side, then a kick to her right, both promptly blocked by Beatrice in the same rehearsed, effortless way. Then, Ava would get a blow to Beatrice’s left leg that didn’t even seem to tickle her, using the momentum to position herself behind Beatrice and jam the stick between her legs, pushing her down to the floor.

“Bea-” she tried again, going for a more playful tone this time.

“Again.” Beatrice repeated, throwing the training stick at Ava, who barely managed to catch it before it hit her straight in the face.

So she did.

Before Beatrice had time to set herself into her perfect defensive stance, Ava attacked, putting all of her remaining energy into every move, hoping it was enough to convince Beatrice that she had mastered it.

Beatrice fell with a thud into the mat, as she had for the past couple of hours. Still, despite being the one getting the short end in this training session, —her right leg aching so much after an hour that she had to ask Ava to go for her left— she stood up and nodded.

“Again.”

“You can’t be serious.” Ava said, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “We’ve been at it for over two hours.” Beatrice only arched an eyebrow in response, as if to challenge her. “It’s was perfect, what more do I need to do?”

Ava used this time to stretch around her aching limbs, aware of how useless this back and forth would be, yet still holding onto the hope that Beatrice was as exhausted as has was.

“You are not to decide if it’s perfect or not.” Beatrice retorted, sounding a lot harsher than she intended to.

“So what? We stay here until you get tired? Until you decide it’s over?” Ava took a step towards her, hitting the stick against the mat as she spoke.

“Again.” Was all Beatrice said in response, yet it was enough to spark something in Ava that she rarely felt towards her.

“Again.” Beatrice repeated, even after Ava had landed a particularly hard blow to her leg.

As soon as Beatrice was on her feet, Ava attacked again without warning, giving her little time to recover. Still, Beatrice managed to block everything she was supposed to, and even avoid falling at the end. This only prompted Ava to attack her again, harder yet more sloppy, just as Superion had predicted.

Another half hour passed, with Ava’s attacks becoming weaker and messier, to the point she even failed to land a couple of blows despite the hours of practice and Beatrice’s willingness to take them.

“Fuck!” Ava threw the stick across the room, the Halo on her back glowing brightly through her shirt and making the other props in the room shake.

“Again.” Beatrice’s voice now sounded foreign to both of them, like a mantra neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

“Beatrice!” Ava inched closer to her, glaring down at her instructor despite the height difference in Bea’s favor. She noticed Beatrice’s hair was still perfectly tucked into its bun and she somehow didn’t have a trace of sweat, contrasting heavily against her own messy hair sticking to her forehead, drops of sweat trickling down her jaw.

“Again.”

Ava pushed her back and swung at her, despite not having the training stick. She tried for her left side, then the right side, then a kick to her leg, a punch to her stomach and another kick to her side, but they were all swiftly blocked by Beatrice, though not without effort. Of course, this did nothing to appease Ava’s rage, if anything, it only made it worse.

Beatrice was fully aware that Ava had reached her limit, that she was doing nothing but make it worse, but that was exactly what Superion had asked of her and, despite how much it pained her to see the anger in Ava’s eyes directed at her, she decided to push her just a little further.

“Are you done?” She said once Ava step back, panting loudly.

“Are you done?” Ava challenged. Beatrice walked off the mat and, for a second, Ava thought she’d done it: she beat Beatrice at whatever game she was playing. Her satisfaction disappeared, however, as soon as Beatrice turned around, training stick in her hand.

“Again.” She threw the stick at Ava, but instead of catching it she dodged.

“No.”

“Again, Ava.”

“No!” Ava yelled, and the ground beneath them quaked, strong enough to make it hard for them to keep their balance.

Beatrice’s flinch was almost imperceptible, had it not been for how Ava’s eyes never seemed to leave her.

“No,” she repeated, softer this time. “I don’t know what you expect to get from this, but I’m done.” Ava finalized, already heading for the door.

“So you’re just giving up?” Though Beatrice’s voice was stern and challenging, Ava could feel her waver, feel the slight hesitation, maybe fear, in her words, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear.

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” Ava turned around, hurt flashing through her eyes long enough to make Beatrice feel like crumbling down on the spot.

Was this what Superion wanted?, to have Ava despise her? To have her loose the one person she could rely on?

“Ava!” Beatrice called, grabbing her arm before she could leave. “I get that you’re upset b-“

“I’m not upset, Beatrice.” Ava replied, shaking her hand off her arm. “I’m fucking tired.“ she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Please, can’t we just call it a day?” She pleaded softly, getting an understanding look from Beatrice.

“No.”

“What?”

“No.” Beatrice repeated, sounding as exhausted as Ava. “I’m sorry, Ava, but we have keep going. I have to see you through this.” She added the last bit after a beat of silence, mostly for herself to hear.

“Through what?” Ava laughed in disbelief. “It’s just one stupid fighting move, it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“No, but you can try.” Beatrice retorted, regretting her words as soon as they left her.

“You think I’m not trying? “ Ava’s eyes filled with with angry tears, the entire building shaking with each step she took towards Beatrice. “You think this is easy?“

The light coming from Ava’s back became more intense, her entire body shaking with what Beatrice couldn’t decide was pain or anger. Ava’s fists we’re clenched tightly to her sides, her eyes shut as she took a couple of deep breaths before opening them again.

“You’re holding back.” Beatrice stated, her eyes shining with a glint of admiration.

“Of course I’m holding back!” She took a step towards Beatrice, but took three steps back as she felt the heat in her back intensify. “All you care about is technique, there’s no need to use all my strength to body slam-“

“No, I mean-.” Beatrice interrupted, but cut herself short as the words of mother Superion echoed in her head. “You’re right, let’s call it a day.” She conceded, deciding that giving up for the day was better than cracking under the stare of Ava’s eyes and ruining Superion’s training plans.

She took a deep breath, ignoring how Ava’s eyes followed her around the room as she collected her stuff to leave.

“What we’re you going to say?” Ava questioned just as Beatrice walked pass her.

“Nothing.”

“Beatrice.” it was now Ava who took a hold of Beatrice’s arm, her tight grip stopping her just before she could cross the door.

“Do you want this to be over or not?” Beatrice stared back at her, a silent threat hidden in her words.

“I want you to tell me what this is!“ Ava gestured around the room in exasperation.

“I- “ Beatrice looked away, but not before Ava could catch the hint of sadness in her eyes. “I can’t.” She finalized, Ava’s grip loosening as a sign of defeat.

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[this scenario could perfectly fit into warrior nun itself but I might use it for a fic. I don’t know what fic tho.]

[also there’s a part 2. maybe. if anyone wants it]

[shipsa-hoy]

Me me I want part two :D

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part 2 posted !