AVATRICE
It's easy to fall in love with a Warrior Nun. It's loving the Warrior Nun that's the hard part. They're never yours, they never last.
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“Fuck!” Mommy shouts, it's a bad word. Aly wants to say something, but her Mommy's eyes wide and she’s crying. “Fuck…fuck…”
Aly feels her chest start to hurt, her stomach all twisty. She’s never seen her mommy like this. “What’s wrong?” Aly asks, reaching out to touch her mommy’s hand.
When she does, Mommy lets out a very loud sob. “Ducky…” she whispers. “Do you…” Mommy makes another weird face, like she’s hurting. “Do you remember when I talked to you about emergencies?”
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- Part 3 of mom!ava au
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i don't want a lot for christmas (this is all i'm asking for) by SimplyKorra
Fandoms: Warrior Nun (TV)
10 Dec 2023
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Christmas wasn't always Ava’s favorite. Growing up in the orphanage she actually started to kind of hate it. Because Christmas at St. Michael’s was more about prayer than anything else.
There were no lights, no decorations - they didn’t get fancy food or presents beyond hand-me-down sweaters and socks.
A lot of things Ava used to love were beaten out of her by that place.
So many of those things have been given back to her by her new family.
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a holiday one-shot
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- Part 2 of mom!ava au
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Ava’s not the most skilled chef in the world and her baking skills are even less developed - but she’s learning and has expanded her ‘trusted dishes’ list to well over fifteen.
Even if Lilith tells her that five of them are only edible with egregious amounts of sauce and or salt.
Still, she’s getting better and today is a big test. Hell, today might be the most important test of her kitchen skills she’s ever had.
The last thing Ava wants to do is fuck up her daughters first birthday cake.
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a small town, slow burn au
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- Part 1 of mom!ava au
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“Okay so…don’t freak out.” Camila sets her down next to Beatrice’s and then pulls out her phone and starts tapping through it. Beatrice watches the sunflower keychain she has hanging from the case jangle around with each swipe of her finger. “Now, Lilith told me your situation. You need a fake girlfriend.”
Beatrice gets up. “Not another dating app, Camila. I can't…”
“No,” Lilith’s hands are on her shoulders, keeping her in place. “It’s not that.”
Camila makes a face, a wince, like it’s somehow worse than her nightmarish stint on eHarmony. “This feels vaguely familiar to when I was told I’d be taking some time away from home and ended up in a catholic boarding school.”
“Well,” Camila stops searching through her phone, apparently finding what she needed. “It’s nothing like that at all, but it might be equally as jarring. I had to break through like three security firewalls just to access this site.” She turns her phone around then for Beatrice to see the website she’s pulled up.
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