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"What you are is beautiful."
It was the first time Beatrice had heard such words spoken to her.
And for so many years, she thought it would be the last.
But time was a strange thing. And as Beatrice would eventually come to learn, moved slowly when one had the potential to live until time itself crumbled.
And as she moved with time, she clung to those words. Her name was Melanie, Beatrice learned later, and she clung to her for as long as she could.
Beatrice had resigned herself to never hearing them again, not from another's lips, and certainly not in her dreams.
Vampires, Beatrice realised quickly, didn't dream.
She never could have known that one day, more than five hundred years later, she would hear those words again.
Or how those five simple words from one specific girl would change her entire world.
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"You are joking!" One of her hands pushed Beatrice's shoulder.
"I'm not the comedian here, Ava."
"You should be. You are the funniest person I've ever met." Ava rested her chin on top of her hand, staring fondly at the woman in front of her.
Beatrice found that affirmation ridiculous and huffed. "I'm certain you are the only one who thinks that."
Ava placed her free hand on top of Beatrice's. "If someone thinks you're not funny, maybe they aren't thinking at all."
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Or the one where Ava is a comedian and Bea is a sucker for jokes and puns.
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Beatrice—lonely, repressed, and a stranger to herself—is just trying to make it through the summer of 1969 as painlessly as possible. And then—fortunately or unfortunately, depending on who you ask—comes Ava.
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Ava Silva, just hearing her full name jogs a memory - a fuzzy one - of a time when she heard that name. She doesn’t remember where it was. An article or a movie or…something but she knows she’s heard that name before.
Ava Silva is a celebrity. She’s an actress.
She’s been flirting with an incredibly famous actress.
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A Hollywood AU
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- Part 1 of celeb!ava au
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This time it takes a lot longer to get a response back, but Ava can wait him out. “Speak, child.”
Ava grins from ear to ear, then forces herself to reign it in. “Yes I uh…I have to confess an act of gluttony.” She drops her head, really pushing the shame into her tone. “Two days ago I took a visit to the city with Sister Lilith and a small boy offered me a candy bar, a Twix. Are you familiar?”
“Yes, sister, I am.” He sounds so annoyed, Ava has to bite the inside of her cheek not to giggle.
“Right of course, you are a man of many travels and, most likely, many many candy bars.”
a nun!ava au
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Ava visits the coastal town of Suncliff Beach thinking whales will be the most magnificent sight to behold. Beatrice works at the local bookstore and believes her first love is the ocean. They are both very, very wrong.
(or, a small town AU)
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choose the devil I know (over the heaven I don’t) by sapphicstacks
Fandoms: Warrior Nun (TV)
02 Sep 2023
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Firefighters know the importance of good water pressure. Or, at least, that's what Ava would tell the crew when they asked why she always took a shower at the station.
The water pressure at Ava's apartment was shit, and the station always had hot water. So, every night, every morning, and sometimes, randomly in the middle of the day, Ava would take full advantage of the facilities.
Except that wasn't the whole truth. They really were great showers, sure, but the real reason Ava carefully planned every time she showered was what Ava was doing right now.
Sometimes, if Ava got the timing right and said just the right things, she could convince someone to join her in the shower.
So, tonight, during her second shower of the day, Ava was pressed against and three fingers deep inside one Lieutenant Beatrice Lin-Watson while the rest of their crew was obliviously watching Sharknado: The 4th Awakens across the firehouse.
Here's how Ava managed it.
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An Avatrice Firefighter AU
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From the road, Ava could only make out their broadest features: a woman in a white tank top, her muscled shoulders tanned from the sun, an axe dangling casually in one hand. She had already placed a log in front of her, and as Ava watched she lifted the axe above her head and swung it downwards in a single fluid motion, the taut muscles of her arms working so perfectly with the axe they might have all been one. The log split easily into two, as though she were cutting through paper, and the woman picked up the two halves to place them into a neat stack nearby.
“Ah,” Schaefer said, catching the line of her gaze, “That’s Beatrice. Your new neighbor. Don’t mind her too much, she’s a little… eccentric.”
Ava liked eccentric. She also liked women who looked like they could tear her in half without too much effort. She had a feeling she was going to like Beatrice a lot.