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Ruth 1:16
"Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God."
For Beatrice, faith is starting to look like the shimmer of light on her face in the morning, the sweet smell of her hair, a surrender to her insistence for touch.
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28 Nov 2022
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Ava and Beatrice slowly fall for each other during their time in Switzerland.
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- Part 1 of Warrior Nun One-Shots
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28 Nov 2022
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Yes, Ava likes girls (and boys). Yes, she has no trouble acknowledging when a girl is pretty, or hot, or both. Yes, horny is one of her few default mindsets. But to be fair, she’s twenty-two and very new at this. Girls, boys, romance, sex. Life. So what if she chose her personal trainer because she let out a loud “hot damn!” when she saw her picture online, along with all the martial arts she has mastered? What if she let instinct choose rather than reason? Who hasn’t? So, yeah. Let her have this, okay? Plus, she’s just looking. Discreetly. She thinks. And Beatrice does seem like she’s a great trainer, considering all the reviews Ava read about her.
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25 Nov 2022
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Home, to Ava, is flannel-backed chairs and worn quilts and lacy placemats and a rocking chair they find abandoned on the side of the road.
Home, to Beatrice, is Ava’s hand in her own as she drags Beatrice through the kitschy home store four towns over and Ava’s shout of triumph when she finds a matching set of salt and pepper shakers and Ava’s waggling eyebrows when they buy the bed that she (again) calls ours.
(Six days in Switzerland, and then a few more afterwards.)
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- Part 1 of happiness is a warm nun
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24 Nov 2022
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In which Ava comes home.
Spoilers for season 2.
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19 Nov 2022
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The first time she almost kisses Beatrice comes after the suffocating panic of twenty feet of wall. The relief coupled with the rush of adrenaline lowers her own walls and when Beatrice clutches her face, the world stops.
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The five times Ava Silva almost kissed Beatrice and the one time she did.
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19 Nov 2022
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My collection of Ava/Beatrice ficlets. There will be spoilers for season 2.
Because Beatrice knows that somewhere in between those days at the Cat's Cradle and now — in between the fighting, and training, and running, and saving each other's lives; in the living between the shared tears and shared bed, the fleeting touches and sidelong glances — her mission became less about the Halo and more about Ava.
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- Part 2 of Watch Me Fall
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12 Nov 2022
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Greek Myth AU: Raylla Edition
Raelle falls in love with a beautiful nymph (Scylla), not realizing that the nymph has a dark secret with dire consequences for their relationship. Things are complicated further when Raelle must go with her mother to confront an ancient power linked to Scylla's past - and which threatens all three women.
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What if Raelle was an Ancient Greek fisherman with healing powers and nice arms, and Scylla was her legendary namesake?Bookmarked by medblr_td
23 Oct 2022
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Running the pad of her thumb down the length of the block, she blinked.
There was something here.
Something about this one.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the small pocketknife she’d gotten for her birthday two years ago. Opening it, she silently walked over to the bench, eyes never leaving the wood.
She carefully sat down and studied the wood.
After a few moments, she brought the blade down, taking the first cut.
(We are jumping through seasons from pre-canon to the almost end of season 3. Good luck!)
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06 Sep 2022
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The crack of the truck door slamming shut reverberated in the ripples of air sweeping around the blonde, ruffling her hair and tickling her cheek as she turned and let her boots crunch across the gravel towards the bed of the green pickup.
Checking her pockets for the keys, she sniffed and scratched at her scar, sniffling again and clearing her throat. She was tired but not complaining. It was the good kind of tired. The kind that came from long slow nights filled with whispers and vows. With tiny gasps and delicious moans.
Nope, she wasn’t complaining one bit.
Even if her eyelids felt heavy and her legs a bit unsteady.
“Hey, Scyl. We should get going if we want to…” the words died away.
(Another Season 3, Episode 9 fic)
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03 Sep 2022
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The gentleness of the pillow beneath her head, warm and dipping under the crease of her cheek, and the graze of the crisp edge of the sheet where the mattress ended and tickled her fingertips above her messy, disheveled hair, were the first things to creep into the hazy place between wakefulness and the dream Raelle knew everything up to this point had to be. The blonde’s hand twitched, wrist twisting and smoothing across the bunched cotton.
The next thing to slip through the veil of dreams was the weight on her chest and hips.
Licking her lips, tasting hope and laughter and promises she never thought possible, Raelle let her hand slip down slowly, crust still clutching to the corner of her eyes and her body aching in a sweet way. Her callouses stretched and flexed, and her wrist flickered with a phantom pain clinging to the red marks that encircled the skin and bone from where metal cut into her, edges sharp and too tight when she tried to move through the jail to the iron barred steel enforced truck.
(Takes place Season 3, Episode 9)
(Yes, it's another lighthouse fic. Don't judge.)
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03 Sep 2022
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“Can I ask you something?”
Scylla nodded, thumb caressing the heated skin that somehow still felt cold.
Cold like ice.
Like death.
(Rewrite of the Raylla talk in the Mycelium hangout batcave during the Season 3 finale)
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01 Sep 2022
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The tide rolled in as gently as the soft worn green flannel that draped loosely over Scylla’s shoulders, unbuttoned and rippling lightly against her breasts as the fresh ocean breeze danced around the few loose strands of hair that had fallen from the lazily tied up pile on the top of her head to gracefully frame her pale face. The sun was just starting to peek out over the horizon. The first strokes of mother nature’s paintbrush began to swipe tantalizing streaks of orange and pink to swirl with the blanket of blue. One or two clouds floated aimlessly through the awakening sky. White and fluffy, they were merely pillows for the goddess to rest her head on once she finished her morning masterpiece.
She could smell the sea as the tide rolled back out, leaving behind darkening sand that beckoned the water to come back once more. She breathed it in. Savored it. Let it settle into her lungs and fill her soul. The tinge of salt. The taste of freedom. The bite of the unknown. The tickle of the future.
The trace of hope.
She never felt safer or freer than when she was at the lighthouse. This lighthouse.
(Takes place Season 3, Episode 9 when Raylla are at the lighthouse)
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01 Sep 2022
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Anacostia watched the cadets, the soldiers, begin to walk away. Scatter to the winds, or the four corners of Fort Salem. Bellwether with her head held high, swagger always present since the day she first stepped foot on base. A Bellweather through and through. No longer the glory craving selfish newcomer but a leader who understood that strength came from her unit and not only from herself. Craven, more world weary, more hardened, but still a tiny skip in her step, likely making her way to Shellbark’s quarters. A young woman who Anacostia watched grow up from the wide eyed innocent and eager recruit to the smart wise seer she was always meant to be.
Her gaze drifted to the side.
Then, there was Collar and Ramshorn.
Those two.
The biggest headache she’d ever had in her entire career.
(Takes place Season 3, Episode 9)
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28 Aug 2022
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28 Aug 2022
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A shaky breath left Raelle as she squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s so much.” She breathed, dropping her forehead against Scylla’s.
“I know.” Scylla whispered, rubbing a soft thumb against Raelle’s jawline. “I can break it, if you want.”
“No.” Raelle responded immediately, shaking her head against Scylla’s forehead. “Leave it open. I want to feel all of it. All of you.”
Or: Scylla and Raelle have time to reconnect before the Unit goes into hiding with the Dodgers.
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28 Aug 2022
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Letting Raelle's words hang in the air, Scylla yawned and stretched. She was still half-draped across Raelle, glowing softly in the growing daylight. It was fitting, given that Raelle was a lot like the daylight of Scylla’s own life.
(Raelle and Scylla post-rescue in 3x08; some bits of my take on a reunion that I wish they had the time to show us, and which Raylla deserves.)
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26 Aug 2022
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“Raelle is asking Scylla to go to Madam Puddifoot's with her during the Hogsmeade trip this weekend.” Tally answered her.
Madam Puddifoot's, the garishly pink monstrosity of a tea house Hogwarts students saw as the perfect date spot.
“You’re taking Ramshorn to Madam Puddifoot's?” Abigail turned sharp disbelieving eyes on the other girl.
“No, I’m not.” Raelle shoved between a couple holding hands, ignoring their grumbles of indignation.
-----------Entries for the MFS Week 2020.
Day 1: Hogwarts AU
Day 2: Found Family
Day 3: Non Magic AU
Day 4: Canon Divergence
Day 5: Enemies to Lovers
Day 6: Soulmate AU
Day 7: Free DaySeries
- Part 1 of MFS Week
- Part 1 of Through the Years
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24 Aug 2022
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23 Aug 2022
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The air shifted around Raelle, causing her spine to tingle in unerring anticipation. A sweet sultry voice brushed against her ear from behind her, lips grazing her skin like a ghostly promise of nights fantasized about once the gin hit and the last of the inhibitions her mama taught her drifted away with a dash of salva and a hungry tongue.
“Miss me?”
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- Part 3 of Through the Years
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23 Aug 2022