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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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avatrice + flaw

[wonderful prompt @analogoose made me immediately feral :)]

you're drunk, which isn't that rare an occurrence, but with all the training you've been doing lately, you don't usually let it get this out of hand. but there had been a pretty girl — sara, maybe? with the most gorgeous brown skin and a nose ring — who had been doing shots and dancing with you when you finished your shift, and, like, sure, maybe you don't believe you'll die, right? maybe you can beat adriel, there's gotta be a way, but, still —

you're a little teary just thinking about it, as you climb the stairs on exhausted legs and feel way more drunk than you had ten minutes ago when you'd left the bar. you unlock the door on your third try, then try your absolute hardest to be quiet. bea has left out some snacks for you, these chips you love that she finds 'disgusting, ava,' and you take them with you into the bathroom, which seems polite and quiet, even if it's kind of gross. you sit in the bathtub without any water and eat your chips in the dark, and then you get up and wash your face in the sink, brush your teeth, and strip out of your pants. you have a crop top and underwear on and, like, that's going to have to be good enough, because it's sweltering in your apartment and bea won't touch you anyway. you love her and you're in love with her and it had occurred to you days ago, when she was concentrating so hard, a little furrow between her brows, listening to hans explain the rules of gin rummy. you're in love with her and, god, it would be so selfish, it would be thoughtless and, like, there are other fish in the sea, or there will be, you guess, but even sara, who was beautiful and kind and pressed you up against the wall in the bathroom and scraped her teeth along your jaw — you're in love with beatrice, and she won't touch you.

you get into bed without too much noise, which is a fucking feat, thank you very much, and settle under the thin blanket beatrice had switched out instead of the quilt during the heat wave. ever faithful, she's in a big t-shirt and boxers, acceptable and very theoretically unsexy sleep clothes, but her hair is loose and light and her eyelashes are so long and the moonlight tints her skin silver, like a sword or a shield or a glass of communion wine. and, like, okay, it's probably ethically wrong that, when sara was kissing you, you closed your eyes and pretended that it was bea, but you were a bunch of tequila shots in and you might die soon, you've already died once, or twice, maybe, so — it's fine. it's fine, the world is going to shit but it's fine.

you're apparently wiggling too much, trying to get comfortable, because beatrice sighs and cracks open an eye and says, 'ava, you're wiggling,' exhaustedly.

'sorry, sorry.'

she sighs again, half asleep. 'it's okay.'

it's not, probably, but she's kind. 'hey,' you whisper, loudly, and you should definitely let her sleep but she's curled up on her side with her hands tucked under her chin, which makes you feel the kind of crazy that could destroy whole temples, just to protect her.

'what, ava?'

you're undeterred by her frustrated tone; she uses it very, very often so it doesn't have the same bite as it used to. 'do you — do you really think being gay, or, like, you know, liking girls, is a flaw?'

'ava.'

you just stay quiet and will the halo not to vibrate out of your skin.

'no,' she says, after a few silent seconds that felt like years. 'no, of course i don't think it's a flaw.'

'because, you know, i like girls.'

'yes, ava, i know.' it's a little pained.

'have you kissed a girl before?'

it's probably, definitely, invasive, but it's the middle of the night and you can't stop thinking about it. 'wouldn't you like to know.'

it pulls a laugh out of you, right from your heartspace, and her smile is soft and bright, pleased with herself. 'well, you weren't always a nun.'

'not always,' she murmurs, and the room is too blurry for you to really figure out what that means. she's so close to you, though, and you reach your hand out — a fucking miracle, still, to be able to move and run and dance and hold someone while you kiss them, while you stand up and let them press you back against a wall, or a bed, or the barstool after closing, and feel the firm press of muscles along their back, or the swell of someone's hips and stomach over their waistband, or — you touch her face, featherlight fingertips, over her cheeks, down her nose, along her dark brows. she lets you, maybe because it's the middle of the night or maybe because she wasn't always a nun, maybe because she likes to be pressed against things too. maybe she loves you back, and it's easier to be touched than to touch, for her. maybe.

'do you think i'm pretty?'

she doesn't even bother to say your name this time, just slams her eyes shut.

too far. 'sorry.'

'it's — of course,' she says, a little broken, a lot brave. 'of course i think you're pretty, ava. you're beautiful.'

'no one has told me that before.' it's a little like standing in a puddle of water while it gets hit by lightning, or watching moths flutter for the first time in lamplight — haze and magic, breathless — to admit. 'i — i didn't get to look at myself, very much at all, before, you know, the halo.'

she just hums, but it's soft and tender.

'did you ever get bullied?' you ask. you know she said that she was punished, for not fitting in, but you can't imagine her, really — powerful, exacting, gorgeous beatrice — being picked on.

'are we playing a very invasive game of twenty questions? it's three in the morning.'

'we can go to sleep, if you want.'

you think she will; you think she'll roll over, that she'll roll away from you, that you'll never get to tell her all that you mean. but then: 'i was bullied a lot, as a child in primary school, actually.'

'they were all jealous, obviously.'

she huffs a laugh. 'my eyes, first and most often.' she frowns and the halo buzzes in your back a little, reflecting your immediate and deep anger. 'my last name, sometimes; the food my nanny would pack for lunch.' her jaw clenches but then she sees the glow of the halo, which you don't bother to try to tamp down, not in the dark, not in this safe bed with someone you love, someone who has had cruelty handed down to her her entire life and has emerged gentle and brilliant and kind. she smiles slightly at the light from your back. 'and then, less seriously, my freckles.'

'oh, fuck that.' you bring a fingertip back to touch her face again. 'your eyes are, like, the craziest cool color? especially in the morning, when we're going to train and the sun is just coming up.' a poem in a book one of your friends had given you recently: you could drown in those eyes, i said. 'and their shape is gorgeous. they're part of who you are.'

she seems genuinely touched by the drunk, inelegant sentiment. 'well, tell that to ronnie white.'

'if i ever meet him, i sure will. i bet he's ugly.'

she laughs.

'and, also, all food fucking rocks, so that's ridiculous. and your freckles, are like, i don't even know, bea. like stars.'

she lets you trace them; she has freckles on her shoulders, now, in the summer sun, and a few on her collarbone; one, that plagues you, sometimes, on the top of her left hand.

'in his own image, or whatever, right?'

you still your hand on her jaw and it takes a moment to answer: 'well, allegorically, yes.'

'allegorically, whatever. fuck those kids.'

'it was a long time ago, ava. i'm fine.'

the way she holds herself, compact, even in sleep, to make herself smaller — it's a life she chose, but you don't think anyone really gave her much of a choice. 'fuck those kids, bea. fuck your parents, and fuck the shitty nuns who didn't treat me with any dignity, and fuck, you know, the whole goddamn patriarchy, while we're at it.'

'you know,' she says, a smile reluctantly lifting her mouth, 'i do enjoy a good moment of sheer hate for the patriarchy.'

'obviously, you're awesome.'

'you should sleep, ava.'

'yeah, probably.'

'okay. goodnight.'

'bea?'

'yes, ava?'

'you're really, really beautiful. i just wanted to say, in case no one has told you either.'

her eyes in the moonlight flash gold, a better gold than the halo, warmer and gentler. you could drown in those eyes, so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're restless in sleep and —

'sleep well, ava,' she says. it feels like a miracle, when she brings her hand, calloused and careful, to run through your hair, and then pulls it back against her chest. she doesn't turn away from you, only scoots a little closer and lets you nuzzle your way into her body, little movements and warmth, the smooth skin of her legs against yours.

so it's summer — you think, as her hand sneaks its way under your shirt and rests in the middle of your back; your underwear are slick with wet heat but — you've risen from the dead; she won't touch you but this is close, her little breaths against the top of your head as her body grows slack. in another universe this is real life; in another universe you met in college, or at the beach, or she was your ski instructor, or you swiped right on an app after smoking a blunt and she messaged you back — in another universe this is just an afterthought, an ache that neither of you can explain some nights at twilight after a hard day when you come home to a vine over the door and a dog who runs back to you when you call. in another universe you get to love her; she touches you.

in this universe, her gentle fingertips pressed to your back and her freckles blooming more every day in the sun — this is just another miracle.

'sweet dreams, bea.'

#wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #prompts #wow sorry this took me so long !!#switzerland era screaming always a classic i hope its ok!!

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quietblueriver · 9 months

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Another prompt!

On the edge of consciousness

Quick thing #5.

In which Bea suffers a minor injury and Ava has some trouble dealing. All fluff. Very silly. Thanks for the prompt! :)

Ava’s exhausted by the time the van rolls back into Cat’s Cradle. She and Dora had taken six of the newly-official sisters to follow up on reports of some strange behavior in a town in rural France. Ava was hoping they’d find a whole lot of nothing and more than a little wine. What they actually found was eight wraiths and one fun new demon who had hurled himself through one of the cracks that had started appearing after Ava left, apparently a side effect of Adriel yanking Reya into this world, even though she only stayed for like 5 minutes.

It was quite an initiation for the newbies, who did really well all things considered. The whole deal is to make sure they can do this kind of shit without her, because Ava wants to be able to step away from demon-slaying every once in a while to travel the world with her curious, hot, polyglot girlfriend. She’s a teacher now, or whatever, so she didn’t just let loose with the halo when she got annoyed. Instead, she stood there and called out instructions and warnings and made sure none of the babies got maimed or worse and that they didn’t maim or worse any of the possessed. Quite a few halo interventions in the end, but they’re learning.

And the wraiths would have been enough, but of course there was the demon, a real asshole who at one point started sprouting and flinging weird spikes from his back. Ava did a lot of shield throwing and yelling and worked very hard not to intervene unless absolutely necessary. They got him down, in the end, and she finished the job. She’s physically fine but she’s mentally done—she needs sleep and Beatrice. Beatrice, mostly.

They haven’t spoken in three days, which isn’t unusual, unfortunately, but she always hates it. Occasional texts are sometimes the best they can do and she’d sent a few while Dora was driving but hadn’t heard back. Again, not unusual. Bea hates her phone even if she loves Ava (and she does, which she makes clear all the time to everyone and which Ava feels incredibly smug about, thanks) and she’s busy right now with training newbies.

Ava is looking forward to hunting her down in the yard, engaging in only a moderate amount of PDA because “I need them to be able to look me in the eye, Ava, please," and then sleeping for at least 12 hours.

Ava’s hauling her duffel from the back, the rest of the team shuffling inside, when she notices Cam, waiting nearby and fidgeting with her hands, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Cam?”

Camila…flinches? at Ava’s voice and Ava doesn’t like that one bit. She swings the duffel over her shoulder and walks toward her, frowning.

“Hi, Ava. Welcome home.”

Her voice isn’t peak happy Cam but she’s not upset. Still. “What’s wrong?”

Camila sighs, meets Ava’s eyes. “Okay, most importantly, everyone is fine.” Ava’s heart rate spikes immediately, the halo humming to life. “There was a bit of an accident.”

Ava stares expectantly at her, heart pounding and halo charged, and Camila winces.

“Beatrice was involved.” Seeing Ava’s face, she says again, loudly, “She’s fine! She will be fine! She is in the infirmary and everything is…”

Ava’s off before Camila can finish, dropping her duffel and phasing through the first of the walls between her and the infirmary doors. She has the layout of Cat’s Cradle memorized at this point, after eight months of living here and training here and wandering the hallways when she has nightmares and manages to sneak out without waking Bea, so she has a pretty good idea of where she’s going—straight back and to the right.

She’s barely bothering to let her body fully constitute again, catches two sisters in one of the hallways by surprise and hears a “Holy Father!” before she bleeds through a storage room and turns right down another hall to find herself, finally, at the infirmary doors.

She sees Beatrice propped up in the second bed, privacy curtains mostly open, holding a well-worn copy of The Oresteia, because of course she is, a bandage where an IV line would be on the back of her hand. Her other arm is in a sling, a wrap peeking out from the neckline of the loose gray sweater she’s wearing. She’s awake. She’s sitting up. She has a book. Ava is so relieved she nearly cries.

Beatrice startles obviously when Ava phases through the last door between them, and Ava knows she must be incredibly tired or incredibly stoned or both, maybe, to react that obviously. When she turns her head to face Ava fully, Ava’s jaw clenches tight and she starts forward immediately. The left side of Bea’s face is battered, covered in scrapes and rubbed raw in spots.

Bea seems unbothered, smiling dopily and letting the book fall closed and into her lap so that she can wave excitedly, moving her whole upper body in concert with her hand. She stops the motion quickly, flinching and staring down at her torso like it had broken a promise, brow furrowed in disappointment.

Yeah, so. Stoned it is.

Bea brings her attention back to Ava and the frown disappears as she reaches out, her motion still uncoordinated but less violent. Her palm is up, fingers wiggling expectantly. It’s adorable, but Ava can’t really enjoy it right now.

“Ava! I missed you!”

Ava smiles at her, grabs the wiggling fingers gently between her own and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over for a chaste kiss. Beatrice, uninhibited and unashamed, hums into it and sighs when they break apart, eyes fluttering and body swaying in a full Disney Princess-esque swoon. The instinct to coo at her like the precious baby duck she is fights with the ongoing panic in her chest and results in what she’s sure is a super fucking weird expression but Bea doesn’t notice or care; she’s all big brown eyes and open adoration.

“Hi, baby. I missed you, too.” She smooths a hand over Beatrice’s hair, newly shorn on the sides (a development that nearly broke Ava in the very best way), the length on top messier than Bea ever lets it be when she’s conscious and outside of their bed. Bea leans into her. “What happened here?”

She frowns, her forehead wrinkling, and Ava smooths the patch of unmarred skin with the tips of her fingers as Bea says guiltily, “Sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t want to make you worried. Just a little accident this morning.”

Ava will deal with that later. She’s not trying to get into it with sweet, stoned Beatrice about when to call. (Always, is the answer, Bea. Always fucking call. There is literally nothing more important.)

Before she can ask about what happened again, though, a flustered Camila hustles through the doors. She hovers uncertainly and then offers, weakly, “She’s okay?” The inflection lets Ava know Camila is aware of what a stupid fucking thing that is to say, but she glares at her anyway, and Camila blanches.

Ava turns back to her girlfriend and asks, resting her hand over Bea’s good one, the IV bandage tacky on her palm, “What kind of accident, gorgeous?”

Beatrice blushes, flips her hand so that she can play with Ava’s fingers, and says, incredibly nonchalantly, “We were practicing an extraction and I got hit by a car.”

Ava’s whole body tenses. The halo hums lowly.

“You got hit by a car.”

Beatrice hums, distracted by Ava’s hand, and then frowns, maybe realizing exactly how fucking awful that sounds. She looks up and adds, as though it will help, “Only a little!”

Camila sighs loudly but keeps her mouth shut.

“You got hit by a car a little.”

Ava works very hard not to lose her shit. She doesn’t want to upset Bea, and the real target for her anger, whoever hit her girlfriend with a car, isn’t in the room right now. She breathes deeply. The halo pulses the littlest bit under her skin in sympathy, still humming quietly enough that only Ava can hear it.

Beatrice offers, as if it might help, “A tap, really.”

“A tap? Beatrice.”

“No big deal. See?” She frees her good hand and uses it to wave up and down her body, flinches when the motion requires her to bend slightly and she’s definitely not making the point she wants to make. Ava catches her hand and holds it still.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re fine.”

The halo hums louder and Ava feels energy start to build under her skin, hot and itchy.

“She should recover quickly. She’s been hurt a lot worse.”

Ava snaps her head back to look at Camila, both eyebrows up and mouth open a little disbelievingly. Because yes, Bea is going to be fine, but this nonchalance? About getting hit by a car? Nope. Nope. Nope. How is Ava supposed to leave, like, ever if this is how her girlfriend and her best friend approach what looks like one step down from vehicular manslaughter? Fine. Jesus Christ.

“Gee, thanks, Cam. Have you been taking bedside manner lessons from Lilith?”

Camila blushes but Ava’s attention is quickly drawn back to Beatrice, who is nodding in agreement with Camila, or trying to. The drugs aren’t doing her any favors on that front, so the movement gets away from her, less decisive and more drowsy and drunken. The effect is something between a puppy trying to keep itself awake and Mother Superion on the rare occasions she stays for game night (or, once and memorably, karaoke) and indulges in one glass of wine too many. Like both a puppy and Superion, Bea begins to sway, eyes closing, and Ava puts a steadying hand on her uninjured shoulder. She gets a grateful smile when Beatrice settles back into the pillow.

As if sensing that she’s about to start again with her questions—which, despite what the two idiots in the room with her apparently think, are absolutely reasonable and pretty fucking chill relative to the information she has—Beatrice says, voice a slightly slurred and incredibly exaggerated mimic of the one she uses when training recruits or doing serious OCS things, “It could’ve been much worse. She wasn’t even going that fast.”

Camila groans and the halo thrums and Ava adjusts on the bed, gentle but unable to stay still any longer.

“It could’ve…” Ava splutters. “She wasn’t…she wasn’t even going that fast?”

Ava hates the word shrill. It’s misogynist as fuck and used to invalidate women’s feelings and police their tone. Bullshit. But she won’t deny that the pitch of her voice is rising higher and higher with each piece of information. She reaches for a metaphor Bea would appreciate. She’s a tea kettle about to go full whistle. She’s a tea kettle about to explode.

She takes a deep breath, counts, exhales. Does it again. Okay. Okay. It’s not helpful for her to blow up. She’s been too hard on Camila. She needs to know what happened and what Bea needs. That’s what matters.

Bea’s clearly working to keep her eyes open. New strategy. She takes the deepest breath yet, presses a very soft kiss to Beatrice’s uninjured knuckles, Bea humming and closing her eyes fully.

“Sleep, baby. I’m just going to talk to Cam. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” Sleepy brown eyes blink open at her and she’s nearly pouting and Ava’s got a whole lot of feelings right now, but love pushes to the top easy, easy, easy when she looks at Bea.

“Promise.”

Her voice is calm even if it is still much higher than normal as she looks to Cam and asks, “What happened?”

Camila steps closer, hesitant, and Ava consciously works to relax her shoulders. She says, standing and reaching to pull Camila into a hug, “Sorry I was a bitch. I’m,” she glances at Beatrice, whose eyes are closed again, “I had to take care of all of the baby nuns and I’m a little exhausted and it’s Bea and I just…”

Cam hugs her tighter and wipes a tear from Ava’s cheek. She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying. She’s fucking tired.

“I understand. It’s okay.”

Beatrice makes a soft noise, and Cam smiles at her fondly. “They gave her more medicine just before you got back. I’m honestly surprised she’s still awake.”

“Mmm.” Ava steps back a little and shakes it out, folds her shoulders back.

“It really was an accident. Beatrice was helping a novice in a drill with a moving extraction, and the driver was a little overeager, and, well, Beatrice got knocked back with some force. She dislocated her shoulder and has some nasty road rash, but, as you can see, they’ve given her medication, and she should recover relatively quickly.” Camila bites her lip for a moment. “I promise she’s okay, Ava. I would’ve called you immediately if anything serious had happened. I’ll always call, even if Beatrice won’t.”

She uncoils a bit more. She knows it’s true. There’s no way that Cam wouldn’t call her or send Lilith to come get her, if things got really bad.

A tiny, sleepy noise escapes Beatrice, and Ava blows out a breath, smiles at Camila. Beatrice is fine. Beatrice will be fine.

She eyes the sling and wonders how long she’ll need to wear it. Bea’s going to hate being on the bench. The newbies are going to hate it, too.

Underneath the totally reasonable anger, she feels almost bad for whoever it was who hit Bea. She’s pretty beloved, even if she won’t admit it, and it’s no secret that Ava can be a little, uh, overprotective. The kid’s probably having a rough time.

“I know we’re avoiding another Yasmine situation, but clearly there’s some work left to do on teaching the novices left to drive.”

Camila frowns and begins to respond, but they’re interrupted by the familiar hiss of Lilith’s arrival, the black wings folding behind her a ridiculous contrast with the bulging M&S bag in her hand, the top of a green Colin the Caterpillar box peeking out of the top. Ava bites back a smile. What a fucking softie.

She lets go of the glamour that she wears in public, her skin mottling with scales as she removes her sunglasses. She reels back slightly when she catches sight of Ava but recovers quickly, thrusting the bag out in front of her without a word. Ava takes it, catches sight of candy and biscuits and a tin of fancy tea.

“Thanks, Lil. She’ll be excited about these.”

Her eyes turn to her shoes, black boots identical to Bea’s favorites, says gruffly, “How’s she doing?”

“She’ll be fine.”

Camila smiles at her and Ava lifts a shoulder, moves to unload the bag on the table next to Bea’s bed. Beatrice, apparently still awake enough to notice Ava’s presence, reaches a hand out and rests it on Ava’s thigh, whispers something that Ava is almost totally sure is nonsense. She doesn’t try to decipher, kisses her cheek before before going back to her mission, rifling though the considerable stash Lilith brought and beginning to pull things out.

“You’re being much calmer about this than I anticipated.”

Ava snorts and looks up at Lilith, whose eyes are focused on the injured side of Beatrice’s face.

“Yeah, no. I lost my shit for a bit there. Cam took the brunt of it.” She turns her eyes to Camila. “Sorry again.”

There’s not enough room on the table for everything—Lilith really wasn’t fucking around—so Ava prioritizes Bea’s favorites.

“Like, I’m obviously not delighted and I’m definitely going to have a talk with Bea about when to call me, say, for example, when she gets hit by a car, but she’ll be okay.” She tucks what won’t fit on the table into the little drawer below and brushes some of Bea’s hair back. “Also, stoned Beatrice is super cute.”

Lilith’s shadow falls across Bea’s body, and Ava turns to see the sharp line of her jaw clenched, her eyes scanning Bea’s body and lingering on her shoulder.

“It really was an accident.”

It’s said absently, her voice soft as she leans even further forward to tuck a corner of Bea’s blanket a little tighter around her. Ava’s stomach swoops with fondness, and she reaches her own hand out to squeeze at Lilith’s bicep, black scales and warm skin a strange contrast on her palm.

“Yeah, Cam told me. It’s fine. I mean, someone’s getting a talk from me, because what the fuck, but…”

Ava halts at a hum from the bed. Beatrice is clearly just on the edge of consciousness, eyes straining open before fluttering closed again, words barely coherent. Barely coherent, but coherent enough.

“Don’t be mad, love. Lilith is usually a very good driver.”

#warrior nun #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun fic #sister camila #wn prompt fic

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allkordelia · 1 year

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (10)

A/N: here's we go, i'm writing the next chapter right now which means i'm getting close to writing rhaelle and daemon reuniting. ☺️

Word Count: 8.5k

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My eyes moved boredly between my hand and the master of law as they talk about the stonewall problem back home, I shouldn't even be thinking about this shit right now. I finally don't have a war up my ass and here are these two ruining my trip talking about time delays and restructuring on the wall surrounding the serpent islands, the stonewall was what kept men from Westeros from continuing beyond the mountain of the wall. No one knows how long it has been there or who created it but what they do know is it is hard as shit to knock down and it helps a lot during the war.

"Can you both take a beat, please? Their no need to talk about this now, we're on vacation, so enjoy yourself. Drink. Gamble. Get your cocks wet..." My eyes go over to Banneth making the middle age white man go pink, "I didn't bring two big ass tents for you to just stand and talk about things that are being handled already back home, so please enjoy yourself. Have some fun." My hand hit both their arms before I walked over to the table of food and took some cut-up strawberries to my comfy little blanket pallet that I had the servants make up before I could go and relax and get in some reading, marrio, and valaena walked in.

I look at her and notice something wasn't right, even though she had a smile on her face as she look at baby adrielle, it didn't reach her eyes like it usually does. There was something off about her. I smiled when she caught me staring at her, and she came over with the sweet smile that I haven't seen in a well, note to self when I get back home valaena and I require some mother/daughter bonding.

"Hello, my little water nymph. How did the queen like the blanket." I asked before scrunching up my face so my nose would move as I made sounds making the baby giggle.

"It was a shawl and she liked it very much, even though it was hard to get a proper answer from her since I was bombarded with questions about the stepstones situation." I turn to her with a look of pity knowing that it was hard for her to talk...for anyone for that matter, even though I sent ships with supplies and men to help out. We have yet to hear about the war ending.

"Those old hags can never learn to keep their mouth shut, I swear...but don't let what they say get to you. They are just jealous." I grin when she giggled and shook her head, I move some of the white out of her face before resting my hand on her cheek. As I look at her I grow a little sad, she looks exactly like me when I was her age, and the thought of her getting married makes me want to hide her away from the world.

She looks at me with a puzzled look and asked me what I was thinking about, "Oh, nothing, just trying to figure out, how tall I should make your tower when men start asking for your hand." Valaena rolled her eyes with a smile before slapping my arm, I removed my hand from her face and smiled.

"You sound like thoros." She said making me smirk.

" That should tell you all you need to know, his fatherly intuition is never wrong and neither are mine." I look at the toddler and moved to feed adrielle a small slice of strawberries.

"Unrelated topic of fathers, otto wanted me to tell you the king wishes an audience." I let out a groan not wanting to talk or even see anyone, I spent three years in exile spending my time fighting a war and tending boring meetings. All I want is to be left alone with my family and relax. Is that too much to ask?

"I can never get a minute for myself, " I said under my breath walking away after I kissed my daughter's head. I looked over at Vogero and Banneth and motioned to them to follow me, I walked out of the tent first before being followed by my guards and my advisors.

As we walk I could sense people staring, I snap my eyes around the camp making some of the men look away and go back to work. I shook my head continuing with my business, I finally make it inside the king's tent and looked around. The people inside stopped and got out of the way as I and my men walkthrough, we find viserys in his chair with *surprise* *surprise* otto whispering in his ear.

"King Viserys," I called out catching both man attention, they looked surprised and probably thought I wasn't going to show up.

"Queen Rhaelle." He acknowledged making me nod my head to him, "I am surprised to see you finally presented yourself, we were worried you were going to miss out on the hunt."

"Oh, no no no, I don't do hunting. I more skin and gut the beast rather than hunt, I leave that to the brawns." I smirked as I cross my arms, viserys had a polite smile as he nod.

Otto reminded viserys of the reason they brought me here, making viserys give a look of grimace before lacing his fingers together and resting them on his stomach.

"Well, Rhaelle, the reason we called you to join us to celebrate Aegon's second nameday is–"

"Is it for baelor to spend time with his siblings and you?" I asked, I truly hoped he didn't take me out of exile and bring my son here to talk about me delaying the trade.

"O-of course that and also...." I watched impatiently as he tries to me the other reason.

"We want to know why your exports have been getting delayed and our goods have been getting cut down, while the rest are still getting their full share of stocks," Otto said, I stared at him blankly trying to figure out how he became hand to the king, I mean you have to be either stupid or have no common sense to ask me that.

"Because of the war happening in the stepstones." Otto looked callous at me while Viserys gave a look of confusion, it seems I have to dumb it down for them, "Some of your goods are getting split in half to go your brother and his men, so they won't die of starvation." I said before smiling.

"We didn't agree to that when we sign our agreement."

"No, but I couldn't spare men or food for the stepstones, so I had my advisor write a letter to king viserys about his goods getting cut down for a while just until the war is over and he said okay." I smiled wider seeing otto's eye cheek twitch.

"I don't remember–" viserys said slowly as he looks to be trying to remember what he wrote.

"I do. Banneth." I look at the man as he took a scroll from under his arm and gave it to me, viserys and otto look at me speechless, as I opened the scroll and read out what viserys wrote me.

"Dear Rhaelle...how is baelor...that is all fine with the goods anything to help with the war, and will you and your family like to join us on celebrating aegon's secondname day." I scan through the letter before turning the scroll for them to read, viserys squints as otto let out an annoyed sound as he stood straight after reading it.

"Oh, I apologize I must've been drinking while writing it and forgot." He said looking at otto who looked unimpressed.

That and you're slowly becoming senile, I thought.

I gave banneth back the scroll before slapping my hands together and rubbing them, "So if we're done here. I would rather go back to relaxing and enjoying my free time away from my responsibilities." Otto held up his hand as if that was going to shut me up.

"No, you can't go. We still have to work out about our half of the goods–"

"That's not my problem, if you want your fair share back then help out and send food and supplies to the stepstones. I can't do everything on my own I have my people to worry about." I turned on my heels and walked out with my men in tow, we headed back to the tent to find the tent with more people in it.

I sigh going over to my pallet of pillows and flopping down, I leaned back with my arms behind my head and my right leg over my left. Let's see how long I can relax before someone ruins my mood. I closed my eyes trying to block out the sounds around me and try to find some peace in sleep, but it seems my brain is in a foul mood as the images of dead bodies occupied my mind making my eyes open. I hate when it does that, sometimes I wish I can take it out and scrub it clean, and make all the bad thoughts go away.

I look around me and took the book I had left and opened it, maybe reading can give me some peace. I heard the curtain of the tent move and footsteps, I heard the sound of baelor's voice making me look up at him with a sweet smile. I abandoned the book as he tells me about going over to viserys tent to see him, I could see it on his face he didn't want to go, but I know I can't keep viserys and he separated. He is my son's father and I don't want baelor to regret not having a relationship with his father because of what happened to me.

As we let go of each other. I moved to ruffle his hair before giving him one last kiss on the head, I gave him a small smile as he drag his feet and walk away leaving me. I look down at the pallet and the book deciding that it wasn't going to give me some peace, so I called for a servant, and like a drop of a cloak two appeared.

"You called, my queen." I moved to sit crisscross on the floor before turning my gaze back to the man and woman, I noticed a bowl of uncut strawberries in the man's hand.

"Where is everyone." My eyes turned to the honey skin woman with brown, long layered hair with a long, lively face, and lidded hazel eyes.

"In the woods finding more food for dinner, my queen." I quirked a brow asking about my daughter, "....she went along with lady adrielle and marra for some fresh air, it will be a while until they get back." I hummed before I leaned back getting comfortable.

"Hmmm, good that gives you two enough time to make your queen feel relaxed....undress." I look at the girl, and she gave a smile as she slowly peels off the straps of her dress from her shoulders, "I'm feeling a bit famish...come, boy." I turned my eyes to the tanned man with silver, fluffy hair that hangs over his strong, warm face. I can see his clear amber eyes scan over my body with lust and hunger, he took steady steps toward me before taking a seat next to me.

He feeds me a strawberry as the girl moves to sit on her knees in front of me, she pushes my long skirt up my legs to rest on my thighs. I grunt softly feeling her warm tongue against my folds, I move my hand to her head to guide her before turning my face to man. His lips find mine and our tongues swirl together tasting each other, I sat up slightly as the boy removed my black vest and tunic.

His lips went to my beast kissing and sucking leaving love bites in his wake, I let out a moan feeling the woman's fingers pump inside me slowly as her tongue swipe up my clit making me move my hips a bit to grind against her face. My fingers gently scratched at her scalp as she was bringing me close to my release, the man's lips released my nipple and kiss me as my hand rub his cock through his trousers.

My hand gripes his side as the other clenches the woman's hair, my mouth falls open against his mouth and my back arches as I came as the woman kept sucking my achy cunt. I breath heavy watching the girl come from under my skirt to lick her lips and her two fingers, I gulp as I sat up a bit making the man pull back, my feet tingle and since no one from my group made it back yet, why not continue the fun.

"Now, your turn," I said motioning between the two, the man peel off his clothes piece by piece with the help of the girl. I watch as their bodies molded together as they kiss and grope each other. As they moan, my left arm went behind my head and my right hand slid down my stomach to my wet cunt eager to be played with more.

❧

My arms stretch above my head wearing a dark red gown, my head turns slightly at the two servants as they walk out behind me. They gave me sly smiles making me watch them walk away to continue their chorus with a small grin, I know I shouldn't be doing it especially here of all places, but thoros did say I needed to find an outlet for my stress, and besides it not like I'm doing anything wrong. If my husband says it's okay to have a few paramours, who am I to say no?

I glance around before seeing the deer that ser keagan brought from his hunt laying on the bench table still not skinned. I tsk to myself forgetting to take the knives out like valaena told me too, I move towards the chest that was at the end of the table and opened it taking out the knives and an apron. After I put on the apron, I started to sharpen the knives I'm going to use to skin the deer, as I was examining the blade, a man with dirty blonde hair and a scruffy beard walked up to my camp.

"Queen Rhaelle?" I glance at him looking him up and down, I nod my head before I made a long incision along the stomach of the deer.

"I am Janas Mormont. I was the one who sent the raven about House Lash and House Farman." I hmmed as I kept on cutting, I remember them they were two of the eight houses that tried to take the serpent islands from me.

"Yes and thank you for that you saved me and my men some time to prepare for their attack." I stop what I was doing and turn to look at him, he smiled at me before bowing his head.

"Which leads me to ask, how did you know they were going to attack?" I watch him carefully as he moves closer before telling me.

"...against my father's wishes, I sent you the raven, and let's just say he wasn't too pleased with me." I look at him for a minute before looking away from him to rip the furry skin from the deer before laying it on the bench.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but why did you help me? Not to sound cynical but you gain nothing from helping me. We don't know each other." He nods.

"We don't. But, you knew my brother, Liram," My brows shot up at the name, "He fought in the Battle of Aegean, and before he passed he wrote letters telling me about new life in serpent isles." I look away from him, I didn't know liram personally but whenever I visited Aegean with Thoros, he was always the first to greet us with a bright smile. He was sweet. When I was first told about the attack on Aegean, I flew there immediately to find the enemies are gone and the kingdom and town burn to ashes. There were few survivors. The Lord who takes the island was dead along with his entire family and manpower. It was a dark day.

"I remember him, I'm sorry for your lost, he was a good man and a great soldier." Janas gave a sad smile before thanking me, "I know this might come off a bit rude, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to...but even though I didn't know your brother well, we did talk a little about his life before Aegean. I'm surprised someone of your stature would still talk to him since his...you know."

"A bastard?" I nod my head, "This might come as a surprise m'lady, but not all of us think the same. He was my brother, we grew up together, and we shared the same blood even though my father refused to knowledge him. He was still my family." I gave sympathetic look at the pain in his voice.

"I meant no disrespect–" he shook his head.

"I know." He cleared his throat before squeezing his hands to his side, "My father has no use for me, I have four older brothers and two sisters. I refused to go to The Wall and pledge myself to the Night's Watch, so I ask you, my queen. If I can accompany you back to magonsæte and serve you and your husband as a knight." I look at him taken back.

"You do realize what you are asking for lord janas, you could bring dishonor to your family and be painted as a traitor–"

"If serving to protect you and your family makes me a traitor then so be it, I rather die a traitor protecting a ravishing woman like yourself than die in an icy secluded hellhole." My eyes widen and my face heats up a bit at his compliment before glancing away from him when he smiled coyly at me.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, lord Janas." He let out a deep laugh making me look back at him.

"I don't know, my queen. The ladies back home say otherwise." He said hinting at the woman in question, I scoff with an eye roll as gave him a teasing smile.

"Whores would say anything for money, especially to a lord from a high standing." Janas made an "oof" sound as his hand went over to his heart making me shake my head.

"That hurts, my queen." I let out a chuckle before thinking about his request, he could be of use to me since he knows a bit about the man who's been sending others to take magonsæte from me.

"It will be an honor to have you join my royal guard, lord Janas. My people and I will be leaving morrow at dusk," He nods his head before holding his hand out for me to shake, I planted the knife into the wood of the table before wiping my hands on the apron. We shook hands after a second past we let go and he told me he will grab his stuff before coming back, I nodded before watching him walk away.

I look down at the dead animal before calling a servant to preserve it, my head turns after hearing a horse and saw baelor throwing a rock at the princess. I hurriedly took off the apron and made my way over to janas and baelor, I stalk towards him looking at him angrily. I shook my head at his words as he told me what happened, I did not believe his words knowing that the princess would not do such a thing. As he tried to plead his case, janas stepped in telling me what happened, baelor argued otherwise making me shush him and told him to go to the tent. When he tried to argue again I didn't want to hear it and snap at him to go, I watch as he stalk away before looking at Janas.

"Are you sure you're alright, I can have someone look at you." He shook his hand declining saying he was fine, I look at him for a moment before letting go.

I excused myself and went to the tent to see what had gotten into baelor to make him behave like that before I walked into the tent I looked down the pathway towards the king's tent to see viserys stumble out as he look up and down for someone. I narrow my eyes at him.

What the fuck did he do now, I thought.

I walk in to see baelor on the pile of pillows that were in the far back corner, I could see his body shaking slightly making me frown and worried. He finally moved his face from the cushion for me to see his wet face, I walk over to him before taking a seat, we were both quiet for a minute before I ask what happened. After, some pushing he finally told me what occurred between his father and sister.

I am not an angry person and there's already too much darkness in this world to be such a thing, but there have been two occurrences in my life that made me fervent. One was a long time ago with my old handmaid, Magatha, which didn't end well and now. I should have known better than to trust viserys to try to keep level-headedness with my son, that is on me, I had been more worried about not being the reason our family breaks apart knowing that jaehaerys wouldn't have wanted that he would have wanted viserys and baelor to bond to be a father and son.

But, no more I have kept my mouth shut and allowed him to do what he wishes, I allow him to take baelor in while the war was happening and have baelor visit every month. I even told baelor to forgive that little bitch about her comments against me, I can take being called names, fuck I'm used to them by now, but calling my son a bastard to his face and telling him such things you heard from your father is going to fucking far.

My eyes go over to my valyrian bastard sword, Dreamcatcher, maybe a little talk with the king and princess will do them some good. The sound of the party coming brought me out of my thoughts as I turn to them, I look back at my son with a reassuring look as I wipe his fave with my sleeves. I told him I will have a long hard talk with his father and sister to make sure something like this will never happen again. I kissed his head before getting up and walking over to the corner to put on the belt that has the sheath on it before sliding my sword inside.

"I'm going out for a walk," I said walking past the table.

"Don't be late for dinner," Valaena said looking at me and making me nod, I turn my eyes to my son giving him a comforting smile before leaving.

❧

I poked my head out of rhaenyra's tent to find her not there, I was planning on talking to her first since she has so much to say about me and my son why not confront her.

I really wanted to fuck her up, I thought to myself as I walk over to the king's tent. Before I could go in I was stopped by the guards, I told them I needed to see the king. One of the guards shook their head saying the king wasn't seeing anyone due to his "intense headache" making me roll my eyes, I turn my back to them glancing around before looking back.

"Well, once his over his hangover tell him I need to talk to him. It's about our son...." I told them I'll be over at the bonfire before walking away.

❧

The sun finally fell into the trees and the moon was hanging in the sky with all the stars, the wind blew gently against the trees and the fire that stood before me. My fingers twisted with the ring on my left hand as I was in deep thought, it had been standing out here. So long that my anger is subdued for now anyways, I hoped viserys got my message, what am I saying the guards probably didn't tell him anything, no one in these parts listens to me. I'm a joke to them. My neck jerked slightly making me drop my hands to my sides with a sigh.

His not coming, I thought.

I move to walk away from the blazing fire when I see viserys standing there looking at me, I furrow my brows looking at him oddly, he started to come closer making me step back a bit when stood in front of me. I look at him as he looks down at me, sudden a dream I had long months ago came back making me turn my head away from the fire.

"Please, don't say it. I already feel bad as it is." I side-eyed him seeing him see he was looking at the fire with a somber look.

"Imagine how my son feels." Viserys look at me with an exasperated look.

"I had too much to drink. I'm sorry–" I stopped him from continuing.

"Did you know that rhaenyra called baelor a bastard and told him, the only reason you want him around is that you pretend he baelor the younger?" I turn my body to look at him and I saw the guilt all over his face.

"So you knew...about all of it?" I questioned, the anger that I let go moments ago resurfaces as he nods his head.

"For fuck sake, viserys." I hissed looking away from him.

"Rhaenyra is still getting used to not being the only child, it is not her fault." I snap my head at him.

"Like hell it is. She is ten and eight picking on a child that she use to beg to hold not too long ago, and now she despises him." I move my hand to my mouth before taking it off, " How could you let this happen, how you could allow her to keep tormenting him? After, what she said." He looks at her with a look between guilt and anger.

"Do not look at me as if it is my fault if you didn't air out our business to the entire court out of spite. None of this would have happened." I look stare at him staggered, how dare he blame this on you, I thought.

"You think I did that out of spite of you." I walk up close making him look down at me, "I didn't do it because I was angry at you, viserys. I did it for me. I told my truth so everyone would know I wasn't some heartless whore who let some man impregnate me for the fun of it." I spit angrily as I stare up at him.

"I can never forgive you for what you did to me and your sorries won't take away the shame I bear, it won't take away the nightmares, or the touches and erase your smell from my senses." I shudder as my arms around my chest in dismay, viserys looking back at me with a frown.

"....I never meant to cause you so much...pain, rhaelle." he muttered, "I just wanted a son." I scoffed softly looking down at the patch of green grass, I slightly kicked the dirt under my feet.

"Well, you got what you wanted."

We stood there quietly nothing but the sound of the people in the distance, and the crickets and birds that surround us. I look up when he made a sound, he hesitated for a moment before saying what he needed to say.

"His bright our boy, sometimes when we talk I forget I'm talking to a child with how much knowledge he holds." I hummed in agreement while nodding.

"It feels like not too long ago he was babbling and crawling around, ignorant to the world outside the red keep," I stated thinking fondly about those days when everything felt normal.

"I wish I could stop thinking of him as mine and aemma's baelor, my fears of having to let him go so he wouldn't be affected by it. Seems like the only choice for him to be happy." I could tell the revelation that came over viserys pained him to say it, and as much as you want to agree you can't cause you know that baelor and viserys deserve to have a bond.

"When I was little jaehaerys told me the only thing that can tear down the house of the dragon was itself," viserys eyes lift to meet mine as he waits for me to continue, "And I wish not to be the one to do it, I can take the blame for baelor hating you and I'm making it up by forcing him to spend time with you."

"But, I can not do it alone, viserys. If you truly want a relationship with your son you must make some sacrifices, one being stop drinking around him." I emphasize the last sentence making him frown before nodding, "and the second is listening to your children, especially your daughter, if she feels like you're not hearing her, she will act out and baelor will be the one paying for it." Viserys sighs as he nods.

"I know and I will speak to her about her behavior as of late towards her brother, I promise." I nod, I was still going to have a small talk with the young girl but her father didn't need to know that.

"Good, so we agree no more drinking while baelor is visiting, right?" He nods making you give a satisfied look, "...alright, it is getting late and you must be getting some rest for the hunt tomorrow, so I wish you a goodnight, king viserys." I walk back slowly before turning away to walk away. I stop when he called my name making me turn back to him as he walk up close to me.

"I found something in your old chambers, and I hope to this as a truce between us..." I furrowed my brows as I watch him take something from his pocket, my heart crack a bit when I saw the little knitted bonnet I made for my child.

"It was stuffed in the corner behind the wardrobe, it still smells like her..." My eyes begin to water as I took the bonnet from his hand and held it between my fingers feeling the fabric, "I wanted to give it to you when you first came back, but..." He trailed off making me give a sad smile as I look at the bonnet in my hand.

"Thank you," I look up, and he nodded as he too stars at the bonnet, I could see his misty eyes cloud with sadness making me realize this was probably the only thing he had left of her too, "but I already have a token of her." I reach to my neck and pulled out a silver locket, I opened it to show a drawing of my daughter and a piece of dark hair stuck inside.

"You can hang on to it...if you like." Viserys looks up from the locket as I put the bonnet back in his hand, he gave me a grateful smile and held it tightly in his fist.

"The gods give just as the gods take away," I pause for a second at what viserys said, before closing my locket and putting it back inside my dress.

The gods had nothing to do with taking away my baby girl, I thought, but vengeful hands who underestimated my love for my children did.

❧

The next morning, I waited in rhaenyra's tent for her return, I sat on a chair as I flip through the pages of a book that was laying on the table across from her mirror. My eyes drifted up as the curtains to the tent were thrown aside by rhaenyra, I look at her with a raised eyebrow seeing her neck and chest covered in blood.

"What are doing in my tent? Who let you in." She asked as I abandoned the book on the table in front of me, I move out of the chair to stand.

"You said something to baelor to make him upset, I want you to apologize." Rhaenyra scoffed as she stepped further in with an indifferent look.

"Whatever he says is a lie. Now leave before I call my guards in here to have you removed." She moves making me move to block her way, she glances at me taking back at my movements.

"It seems you have a death wish, cousin." Rhaenyra snap.

"I can say the same for you, you little bitch." Rhaenyra's jaw dropped at my words.

"I have you completely gone mad? Have you forgotten who your talking to–" My hand went to her throat backing her into the table, she looked wide-eyed at me as her mouth gaped open.

"You call my son a bastard and I want you to apologize before that blood on you will become your own," Rhaenyra's small hand grasps my wrist as she tries to get my hand from around her neck.

"M-my father will have your head, whore." She struggles under my grip making her nails dig into my skin.

"You're not listening to me, so let me say it slower..." My hand tightens causing rhaenyra to grunt as she tried her best to pull my hand off of her, "I want you to get on your knees and beg for my son's forgiveness, and hopes he accepts because if he doesn't..." I took out my dagger and held it in the corner of rhaenyra's eye gently pressing the blade against her pale skin.

"I'll give you something truly to mourn and be pissed about, " rhaenyra watches me and the blade carefully, "So, now that I got your attention. What are you going to do."

Her face was twisted in a frown as she glare at me, I move the blade under her eyes and down her cheek.

"I wonder if the men of the seven kingdoms would still want you if you were missing a tongue and an eye, hmmm, " The sharp blade pressed against the flesh breaking the skin and causing a sprinkle of blood on her cheekbone, she tensed and clench her jaw.

"You will kill me over a word." I leaned my face close to her.

"I'll kill you for just looking at him funny, you have no idea what length I would go for my children, princess." I could see the uneasiness in her eyes making me smirk a bit, "Tick Tock, princess." She let out a disgruntled sound before opening her mouth.

"I'm sorry for calling baelor a bastard," she grits out, I loosen my hand off her throat and pulled her off the table.

"That wasn't so hard now was it, princess." The blade was put away making rhaenyra snarl at me after she pulled her hand away from her cheek to have her finger have a bit of blood on them.

"I leave at dusk so you will have until then to come up with a sincere apology for my son. Okay?" Rhaenyra just stared at me as I walk back to the spot that I crawled from to get in there.

"How about I just tell my father what you did to me," I turn to look at her.

"I won't stop you. I can't stop you. But, know this if you don't apologize to baelor before we leave, I'll tell your father about you and daemon's inappropriate alone time on the throne all those years ago." A mixture of shock and confusion appeared on rhaenyra's face.

"We did nothing–".

"Sure you didn't. But, he doesn't know that and your uncle does have a habit of taking things that don't belong to him, and besides who can ignore the looks you two give one another." That leaves rhaenyra dumbfounded and speechless, I smirk before bidding her goodbye and leaving from where I came.

❧

Rhaelle watches from her seat on the bench as rhaenyra and baelor talk from a distance, baelor looks reluctant while rhaenyra stood awkwardly as she talks to the boy. Rhaelle tilts her head to the side as she watches her son starts talking and something shifts between them, rhaenyra looks taken back at the young boy before baelor moves to wrap his arms around her waist making rhaenyra slowly do the same. Rhaelle hummed to herself happy, viserys soon walk out going over to the two siblings causing them to break apart.

Viserys looks to his daughter before looking at baelor, he said something before moving his arm out for baelor to walk ahead inside the tent. Rhaelle caught viserys eye giving him a small bow of her making the older man give a small smile before going inside to talk to baelor, rhaelle's eyes shifted over to rhaenyra to catch the young woman looking at her. Rhaelle raised her hand wiggling her fingers making rhaenyra scoff and turn on her heel to walk away, rhaelle smiled to herself as she make her hand fall to her lap. She soon got up and went inside to help pack up to head home, even though she didn't get the needed peace she wanted.

An hour or two passed, the tent was empty and everything was packed for travel, rhaelle was talking to banneth and vogero when baelor ran up to her clinging to her side. The two men walked away giving some time with the queen and her son, rhaelle smiled down at baelor and asked about the conversation with his father and sister.

"It went well, I'm still upset with the king, but rhaenyra and I found some common ground together." Rhaelle look down at him with a proud smile happy to hear such things, four huge carriages with engravings of house velfrey sigil on them came making the servants and knights start gathering up their stuff.

Rhaelle walked with her son still clinging to her hip when she was stopped in her tracks by baelor who looked into the opening of the woods.

"What is it, sweetie." She asked looking at him, he looks at her before looking at the woods again. She look where he was looking and saw a white stag standing there in the sunlight, she furrow her brows in awe at the beautiful creature.

"It's real," Baelor whispered making him look up at his mother with a grin as she look down at him with a puzzled look. They heard a crack and look back to where the stag was and it was gone as if it was never there.

Odd, rhaelle thought.

She pulled baelor along to the carriages where her people were waiting with viserys, alicent, rhaenyra, and otto.

"Thank you, again. King Viserys for the invitation I hope to have many more in the future," she said standing with her family and friends behind her.

"Of course and I hope you will do the same, I am curious to see the serpent islands. Maybe we can celebrate baelor's nameday there." He smiled looking down at his son before looking back at her, she nods with a kind smile.

"That's a great idea, my king."

Viserys and Rhaelle sensed the many eyes on them as they stood across from each other, viserys look at rhaelle as her eyes were looking at the servants putting things in the carriage.

"Safe travels, queen rhaelle." Rhaelle look back at viserys, she was shocked to hear him address her as queen but held it in.

"Thank you, cousin." Viserys held out his hand for rhaelle to shake, and she grasp his hand before shaking it.

Rhaelle moves to wish the queen and the other two goodbyes before removing her hand from viserys grip, rhaelle and her family bowed to the royal family making viserys and the others do the same. Rhaelle and her people piled into the carriages, as the door shut baelor and valaena waved out the window as the carriage moved to take them back to king's landing.

❧

I yawned rubbing my eyes as I finish the rest of my painting, after visiting King's Landing and Diftmark, I still had a ball of energy in me. I blew out the candles and walked out of my art room to wander down the halls of Stonehold, sometimes it baffles me how I, valaena velaryon, became a princess. I shook my head lightly as I traveled down a corridor with huge portraits of old kings and queens with their children on the wall, I stop for a moment to admire a portrait of thoros and his sister-wife, they look so youthful and happy, something you never imagine seeing in a married couple.

I continue down the hall, my mind shifting to my brothers, urging how I could kill those two, I know in my heart that they're still alive but my faith in them coming back soon is decaying and I wonder if he is still mad at me. I never told my mother this or anyone for that matter the reason me and Aeron stopped writing to each other, when I told Aeron of my marriage to boremund, he was livid and wrote me bunches of the letter telling me how bad the idea it just like my mother did.

But, I was stupid then I changed now that I understand, why my mother was against it. But, back then I was adamant about my decision, and some harsh words were exchanged as a result. I leaned against the wall, and the large windows that sat on the other side bathed me in the moonlight, I closed my eyes feeling my chest tighten. What if that was the last thing he read and his now on the beach covered in sand and crabs, and the last thing thought was that I hated him?

"...valaena?" I got off the wall and look up to see my mother in the distance, I sniff and realized I was in her part of the wing.

"My sweet girl, are you alright." She asked walking up to me in her nightgown, her hair was long passed her shoulders and she held a candlestick in her hand.

"I-I'm sorry, I must have got lost in my head and led me here, silly me." I watch as she gave me a worried look as she reach her warm hand to wipe at my cheek.

"Have you been crying, my dear?" I didn't have the strength to lie to her, so I nodded before glancing down at my bare feet.

"Come on, sweetie." She takes me by the hand and pulls me to her room, I look around at the decor in the room before being pulled to the fireplace where it looks like she has been sitting with a packet of letters and a ball of yarn.

"You couldn't sleep either." I look over at my mother as she took a seat in the armchair where her yarn was laying before she grabbed her wooden needles.

"Knitting gives me peace of mind before I go to bed, how about you why aren't you asleep yet? I know you have a busy day tomorrow?" She asked starting back knitting as I took a seat by her side before putting my left leg over my right.

"I couldn't sleep so I stood up to finish my painting, I have a lot on my mind," I whispered the last part making my mother glance at me before stopping what she was doing.

"You want to talk about it." I turn my head to her look at her, I could tell my mother had the world on her shoulders with threats of more wars to come for our new home, and the familiar feeling of not wanting to be a burden burn in my chest.

"It's nothing, mama. I just worry about the boys." A look of realization made it to my mother's face before she started knitting again.

"From what my letters say, the boys are fine still fighting that damn war, but fine." My eyes glance at the multiple letters on top of each other on the small table between the chairs, I move to pick up an envelope and saw the targaryen sigil, this was from daemon.

"When did you and daemon start writing to each other," I asked looking at my mother, she gave an annoyed look probably thinking about him.

"He writes to me." I raised my brow.

"And you don't write back?" She shook her head.

"Nope. Most of those letters in there are him telling me sweet nothings, while the others are updates on the war." I nod my head moving to get another envelope and opening it.

"How do you know which ones are love letters and which ones are not," I asked with a small smile making my mother kick my foot.

"The targaryen sigil in black is for an update, while the one is red ones are for 'my eyes only' " She made finger air quotes making me giggle, before taking a red sigil envelope and opening it.

My eyes scan the page expecting crude words spread across the letter but were met with sweet words that I never expect could come from the prince known as the rogue prince.

"By the gods, mother, these are beautiful," I look at her, but she didn't look at me as she shook her head slightly, she didn't look impressed.

"I never knew daemon to be such a poet," I say as I move to open a new letter to read, another heartfelt letter that speaks of memories on the beach with each other back at king's landing. I move to pick up another and another and another, before dropping my hands in my lap as I look at my mother.

"I don't understand how your not fawning over these...these are amazing, look what he wrote here...." My mother looks at me as I read out the words of her once-former lover, I look over at her when I finish seeing her staring at the fire, an air of melancholy surrounded her. My mother didn't tell me much of her and daemon's relationship only that they were friends who ended up in the most unforeseen affair.

"Why are you sad, mother? Do these make you miss him," I asked without thinking, my mother look at me with a mixture of emotions in her lilac eyes.

"These letters...make me angry and confused, because I do not know what his purpose in writing these is."

"It sounds like he declaring his love for you," I said looking down at the letter.

"If he wanted to declare his love for me, he would have ended this war a long time ago, he knows I know he can, I feel there is something else at foot." I shook my head at her and her paranoia, but I'm used to it when you have people trying to kill you and your family, and you begin to expect everyone to be out to get you.

"You're being paranoid, mother. For all you know, this is daemon's way of saying he wants to be with you again and..." she looks at me with furrowed brows, "I think you give him a chance." Her furrowed brows shot up near her hairline.

"Valaena, I am a married woman–"

"With multiple paramours, I know what you do in your free time when everyone else is busy. I have eyes." A look of guilt and fear wash over her making me put my hand over her own, "I'm not angry with you, thoros already told me the situation between you two before I started noticing." A faint look of relief passed through her eyes before it was replaced by worry.

"No, I can't. I made a promise long ago that I leave what we had in the past, and I will stick to that til the day that I die, the only important to me is my family and my kingdom." She stated I could tell that she was done talking about and meant what she said, but the thought of your mother not getting the love she deserves didn't feel right to you.

I moved to grab another letter, this one is a bit older than the other and longer, as we sat in silence and read over the letter. My eyes sparkle with an idea after reading what daemon wrote and from what mother said earlier, I glance at her from the corner of my eyes to see her yawning.

"Mama, can I sleep with you tonight, I don't feel like walking back to my chambers." My mother gave a bright smile before nodding.

"Of course, my love. I'm about to head to bed now, you coming." I shook my head making up an excuse and making her nod again, she picked up her yarn and needles putting them away before coming back over and kissing my hairline.

"Goodnight, my love."

"Night, mama," I said back watching her walk to her bed and get under the covers.

I waited a bit and when the sounds of her soft snoring came I got up and went over to her to double-check check, she was out before leaving the room. I headed to her mother's studies that were just down the hall from her chambers, I slipped in before lighting a candle to see. I went over to her desk pulled out a parchment from her bottom drawer and dip the quell into the ink in front of me. I look down at the blank parchment thinking, what would her mother say to daemon, my hand moved as I wrote on the paper. When I was finished I reread my work back to me, after I thought it was convincing enough I found it and put it in an envelope. I used the sigil for our house to stamp it to keep the envelope close.

I quickly walk out to tie it to a raven before sending it off, I made it back to my mother's chambers quietly before gently getting into bed next to her. Now, all I have to do is hope that daemon takes the bait and ends this war.

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avatrice4l · 11 months

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MY AVATRICE SMUT STORYS

PT.1 [ONE-SHOTS COMPLETED]

Title: Been thinking about…

Author:femmexx

Summary: Avatrice as your neighbours.You rarely see them and might or might not have eavesdrop on them doing a deed. (first pov)

Title: Strip down for me

Author: Tryingtobegood

Summary: Ava and Bea make a wager over a game of mini golf

Title: I thought about kissing you

Author: shapeyoutake

Summary: Beatrice and Ava have a movie night. Things spiral from there.

Title: When the party’s over

Author: Bilinggualmenace

Summary: Ava was a touchy person so when Beatrice was near was more of a punishment than any thing.

Title: Seconds

Author: Silverius23

Summary: Ava rushes a non-male frat and gets passed around

Title: Your a pond

Author: WalkTheGalaxy

Summary: Ava and Beatrice are living their best lives in the alps. Adriel never showed up. They fell in love. They fuck. Life is good.

Title: Ticket of sin

Author: FriendshipSnakes

Summary: Ava wanted to see a movie and Beatrice was reluctant, but with a little persuading, the gal pals enjoy a little cinema.

Title: How it all began

Author: imsosupergay

Summary: how beatrice and ava started seeing each other. Soccer AU

Title: Long Day, Hard Fuck

Author: Silverius23

Summary: Beatrice has a long day at work and gives in to one of Ava’s wants (to be fucked in the ass) and it’s the perfect way for Beatrice to destress.

Title: Forgive me lord, for I am sinning

Author: Anonymous

Summary: Beatrice comes home to her girlfriend pleasuring herself, and offers some (very appreciated) help.

Title: The shard

Author: LucyWestenrasKiss

Summary: the sex worker!Ava and client!Beatrice one shot I said I was gonna write.

Title: Tell me

Author: imsosupergay

Summary: ava is supposed to spend her weekend with her boyfriend jc, much to beatrice’s dismay, but the boys soccer team suddenly entires a tournament for the weekend clearing ava’s schedule and leaving it free for some alone time with beatrice

Title: Used to feel guilty

Author: Silverius23

Summary: Beatrice continues to sneak around with Ava.

Title: Honeymoon

Author: paradiseefalls

Summary: married ava and bea came back from a spa/massage session and had some smexy times

Title: Beautiful Flower

Author: YesRaylla

Summary: Ava does something bad

Title: Huh?

Author: YesRaylla

Summary: Ava and Bea have a small argument where Ava reveals something she wished she didn't... well, at least that's what she thinks.

Title: Hello Beautiful

Author: YesRaylla

Summary: Ava decided to surprise Bea

Title: Four Days

Author: YesRaylla

Summary: Bea has just come back from a recon mission and finds Ava upset beating the shit out of a dummy.

Title: And they were roommates

Author: Soulcap

Summary: Ava and Beatrice are still living in the Alps together and they watch a movie and fuck and yeah they say i love you.

Title: Tutoring Session

Author: HaughtBreaker

Summary: Beatrice and Ava spend some quality time in the university library between classes.

Title: Badass Nuns + 1 bomb

Author: slvr_swrd

Summary: There’s a new girl on the team and Beatrice’s friends are thirsting for her in the group chat.

Title: A nights adventure

Author: dek_out

Summary: Ava sneaks away when she believes everyone is on mission.

Title: Divinium toys

Author: Silverius23

Summary: It all started with a chipped tooth…

Title: Some people are worth melting for

Author: avatricefeels

Summary: it’s the rivals to lovers crack

Title: New year’s resolution

Author: Silverius23

Summary: Ava has one goal for the new year. To fuck a nun.

Title: Keep the Faith

Author: totheflame

Summary: The girls try something new.

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strugglebug121 · 1 year

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Ok, so after finishing my 6th rewatch of Warrior Nun season 2, and as I’m loading it up for rewatch rewatch #7, I gotta put some of my thoughts down:

1. I haven’t seen this too much, but the reveal of Miguel being Jillian‘s son Michael was so so so obvious from the first time we saw the first trailer. Casting is top tier for the show because Jack Mullarkey looks exactly like the child actor from season 1! I literally thought that was the child actor grown-up! Bravo!

2. I have not seen enough love for Lillith this season! Yes, I know she teams up with Adriel, but she’s also just so f*cking badass that I can’t help but love her. I mean the fight scene in episode one blew my mind the first time I watched it, and every time I watch it, it just gets better! Never thought I’d be attracted to a bat demon lady, but here we are.

3. I was sad Toya wasn’t able to be in this season and the lost of Shotgun Mary was definitely felt. In season one, she was just such a solid comedic character with a background that i wish we had gotten more of. I think the show runners including the part with Vincent tricking Lilith into thinking Mary was still alive made it more confusing for me, and I wish they’d kind of just said that she was dead from the beginning!

4. Mother Superior and Camila pairing off was a highlight of the season to me. I like that we got to see more of her motherly tendencies with the girls this season as opposed to last season were she kinda sucked until the last episode.

5. I saved it for last, but 1000% not least… AVATRICE!! Holy shit! I have never felt so fed in my life, watching this romance play out on screen! The subtle looks, casual touches, unspoken words, and actual intimacy developed between Ava and Beatrice this season was so beautiful. I have cried every time watching the “Be Free.”, “I love you” scene! Bravo!

Overall, let me just say we better get a season 3! Netflix…you’ve canceled all of my favorite shows recently with any kind of W/W content and it needs to stop!!

RENEW WARRIOR NUN SEASON 3!

#warrior nun #warrior nun netflix #ava silva #alba baptista #sister beatrice #kristina tonteri young #avatrice #lorena andrea #sister lilith #olivia delcan #sister camila #michael salvius #warrior nun season two #warrior nun season 2 #renew warrior nun #strugglebug rants

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spaceman-earthgirl · 1 year

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Ok so imagine if the halo responds to Ava's emotions, and when Beatrice holds her she tries to play it cool but the halo just starts glowing brightly.

This kind of took on a life of its own so I hope you like the direction I took it in. I want to write more for this idea, it was fun. You can read this on ao3 too.

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Ava is screwed. Totally, completely, one hundred percent screwed. And why is she screwed, you may ask? Oh, just the little fact that she’s definitely falling in love with Beatrice.

And why is that bad?

One, Ava is a nun which means that absolutely nothing can happen between them, Beatrice has taken her vows, and Ava respects that. That’s not the main issue though, the second reason she’s screwed, and the one that’s going to get her in trouble, is that despite her best to control it, the halo is starting to glow whenever she’s around Beatrice, and it’s really fucking embarrassing.

She’s come to terms with the first part, she’s a little sad about it, but despite all the shit she’s been through since she first came back to life, she’s the happiest she’s ever been when she’s with Beatrice, and if they’ll only ever be friends, then Ava can accept that.

(Okay, maybe she hasn’t quite accepted it, but she’s trying).

The second part though, there’s not a lot Ava can do when all it takes is one smile from Beatrice for butterflies to erupt in her stomach, one small touch, or even one amused eye roll, for the halo to start pulsing in her back and Ava desperately trying to calm down so the halo doesn’t glow too brightly and give her away.

At least after the first time it happened, no demons appeared, so she doesn’t have that part to worry about, or else they’d all be screwed.

It gets even worst after Adriel gets free and then it’s just the two of them in Switzerland and there’s not a lot to distract Ava from her still growing feelings.

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It doesn’t take much, like Ava said, for the halo to react now when she’s around Beatrice. Which isn’t ideal, because again, she doesn’t want to give her feelings away, but she also doesn’t want to give them away, they are meant to be hiding, after all.

And it certainly doesn’t help when Ava walks into their room, to find Beatrice wearing a button-down shirt, a far cry from her usual outfits. It’s stupidly cute and Ava feels the halo pulse at her back as warm affection floods her chest.

Beatrice notices too, instantly on alert.

At least she just notices the glowing part, she’s pretty sure Beatrice hasn’t noticed the feelings part yet, which is hard enough to hide without the giveaway on her back. She knows she stares sometimes, knows she smiles too wide, knows that some of the other people in the bar have already noticed too.

“Ava,” Beatrice says, voice low, looking for a weapon and an escape and no doubt calculating every possible thing that she thinks is about to happen.

“It’s fine,” Ava says, hands instantly falling to Beatrice’s arms, sees how the touch immediately calms her. Though, she still looks worried.

Maybe they should be worried, maybe one day this’ll be the reason that demons find them, the reason Adriel finds the halo, because Ava just can’t control her feelings because Beatrice is just too pretty.

“No demons, see? It’s just…been doing that recently, maybe something to do with Adriel?”

“I should contact Mother Superion, see if she knows what’s happening or if anything has changed.”

“No!” Ava says, much too loud. “It’s okay, look, it’s stopped.” Ava turns to show Beatrice her back and it has stopped, only because she’s embarrassed about the possibility of more people discovering her little secret.

Beatrice still looks concerned, and rightly so, Ava is pretty sure Beatrice can tell she’s lying, but she drops it for now at least.

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They’re dancing. They’re dancing and drinking and Ava is having more fun than she’s had in a long time.

Bonus, Beatrice won’t stop touching her.

And Ava’s not going to miss an opportunity to be as close to Beatrice as possible.

Beatrice’s laugh is infectious, her innocence when it comes to drinking adorable, her puns top tier, and Ava can feel herself falling deeper with every moment they spend together.

Of course, it’s a prime opportunity for the halo to start glowing, though it’s really not her fault. Or not entirely her fault at least. Because Beatrice’s hand is on her neck, because their bodies are close, their fingers tangled together as they dance.

The alcohol isn’t helping at all either.

Ava feels warm all over, hot where Beatrice is touching her, or where her own hands touch Beatrice, and maybe they should stop, not draw attention to themselves, but right now, as Ava watches Beatrice dance, how free and happy she looks, Ava’s never wanted anything more, never wanted a moment to last forever like this one, and she’s not about to put a stop to it.

Ava just hopes that everyone in the bar is drunk enough, that the flashing of the lights is enough to make anyone think it’s just a trick of the light that Ava’s back is glowing.

It does stop though, when Beatrice takes her hand and tugs her from the bar, Ava easily following.

She’d follow Beatrice anywhere.

“You’re glowing again,” Beatrice says, looking around. Luckily the street outside is deserted, no people (or demons) in sight. “You need to be more careful.”

“I can’t help it, it must be Adriel,” Ava lies. Or at least half of it is a lie because she can’t help it at all, but it’s definitely not Adriel. The light does dim a bit, but not completely, because Beatrice is still holding her hand and she can remember how Beatrice looked dancing, an image that’s going to be permanently etched into her brain forever.

Beatrice watches her carefully, which really doesn’t help much, because the concern and fear is clear in her expression. But Ava breathes a sigh of relief when Beatrice drops it.

She’s not sure how much longer she can keep this up, not when Beatrice is still holding her hand, not when touches like this have become commonplace, not when the way Beatrice looks at her sometimes makes Ava wonder if maybe she’s not the only one whose feelings have grown into something more than strictly platonic.

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Ava’s still not quite used to sharing a bed with someone else, but she’s also not going to complain at all about her current situation.

Her current situation being Beatrice pressed close to her in sleep, head tucked under Ava’s chin, arm securely wrapped around her waist.

Ava can feel the halo hot in her back, lighting up the room around them.

Right now, she doesn’t quite care.

It had taken them a while to get used to the whole sharing a bed thing, Beatrice insisting on Ava taking the bed alone until Ava had to physically pull Beatrice to bed with her.

It had been a few nights of sleeping rigid, all to aware of the other person beside them. The whole Adriel thing hadn’t helped with falling asleep so it had been mostly sleepless nights at the beginning, and awkward mornings, until something had shifted, Ava relaxing more and in turn Beatrice too, and now nights like this are common, seeking each other out in unconsciousness.

Though Beatrice is usually the one to wake first, Ava enjoying this morning even more because she gets Bea like this, soft and warm and hers, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

She wiggles out of Beatrice’s hold, not wanting her to be embarrassed about how closely she’d cuddled up to Ava during her sleep. Beatrice doesn’t seek out touch as much as Ava does (when she’s conscious at least) but it is something she’s been doing more and more, and Ava loves every touch.

Beatrice stirs not long later and Ava fights the glow at her back, but it’s hard when sleepy eyes blink open to look over at her. Beatrice looks stunning, even with bedhead and a confused frown on her face. It’s made even more special by the fact that she knows no one else gets to see Beatrice like this.

“Morning,” Ava smiles, enjoying the tilt of Beatrice’s lips when she smiles too.

“You’re up early.”

“I thought I’d go for a swim before work,” Ava says, dropping to sit back down on her side of the bed. It’s a half truth, she’s up now so she may as well go for a swim. Ava pokes Beatrice’s side, gets the little wiggle as Beatrice tries to get away from her that Ava had been hoping for.

The halo pulses at her back.

God, Ava really loves her.

“Do you want to join me?” Ava asks, to distract them both from the glow.

Beatrice sits up, looking more serious than she should at a question about going for an early morning swim. “You know I know what that means, right?”

“What, what means?” Ava asks, confused by the sudden turn in the conversation.

Beatrice points to where the halo is very clearly glowing. “That.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Ava says, playing dumb, while inside she’s panicking. This is not how it was meant to come out, though Ava’s not sure exactly how it was meant to. She’d been planning on hiding it forever, though Beatrice is too smart for that, it was bound to come out eventually.

“It happened with Shannon too, when Mary was around.”

Ava freezes, she hadn’t thought about that.

“I was unsure for a long time, that I was reading it correctly,” Beatrice starts, voice even, but refusing to look at Ava now as she speaks. “And then with every excuse you made, I let it go, because I was scared. But the world is getting worse and Adriel is growing in power and we might not have much time left.” Beatrice says, the halo getting brighter when Bea finally turns to look at her. She reaches out and brushes a hand over Ava’s shoulder, fingers touching the top of the halo. It burns and Ava feels so alive. “I know you love me,”

Ava’s breath catches, but her feelings are obvious as the halo’s glow gets brighter.

“You know?”

“Even without the halo, it’s pretty obvious how you feel about me. And for a long time I pretended I didn’t see it, pretended I didn’t feel the same, but I want you to know that I love you too.”

Ava acts, because she’s never been good at thinking first, and she leans forward, lips pressing against Beatrice’s. Beatrice is frozen for a moment, but Ava doesn’t have time to worry she’s made a mistake when Beatrice melts under the touch, lips so soft and gentle as hands cup her face.

“Bea,” Ava sighs into the kiss, her whole body alight with the feel of Beatrice’s mouth against her own, the touch electric and comforting and perfect.

When they pull apart, Ava has to fight the urge to just lean in and kiss Beatrice again.

“I love you,” Ava says, wanting to say the words herself, needing Beatrice to know exactly how she feels, even though apparently she’s known for a while. Which, again, is embarrassing, but her obvious feelings, and the glow of the halo, helped her get a kiss from the girl she loves, so maybe a little embarrassment isn’t the worst thing in the world.

“We’re going to have to do something about that,” Beatrice says, the light behind her so bright now, there’d be no hiding it in public.

“This is your fault,” Ava smiles, earning an eye roll, but Beatrice is poorly trying to conceal her smile too. “It is,” Ava insists, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Beatrice’s ear. Beatrice leans into the touch and Ava’s heart stutters, the glow behind her brightening. “See,” Ava says, her words faltering slightly when Beatrice cups the hand lingering on her cheek and turns to press a kiss to Ava’s palm. “Your fault.”

“I think you’ll find that-“

Ava doesn’t let her finish, cutting Beatrice off with another kiss. There’s a lot of scary shit going on in the world right now and she knows sooner or later they’re going to have to face it, they’re going to have to take down Adriel and save the world, but right now she’s going to kiss the girl she loves, enjoy what they have right now, while they still have it.

And when the time comes, with Bea by her side, she’s sure they can do anything together.

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daisychainsandbowties · 11 months

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Soooo... what are your thoughts on a split in the OCS after the events of Season 1? I mean, Ava wasn't super popular in the OCS/those in-the-know since she was "the one who ran away", and Beatrice and Cam essentially went rogue when they helped her escape Crimson at the Cat's Cradle. So why would anyone believe her telling them that Adriel and his story were all a lie, when he himself is there claiming to be an Angel, returned to save humanity? (it's not like they can see the wraith demons at his command)

Duretti (if he doesn't bury his head in the ground) and Superion can support Ava's claims, but it's still the word of a non-believer against the guy centuries worth of their teachings claim is an angel.

It would also make the massacre of the OCS members even more devastating if their numbers had already been whittled down due to divided loyalties, only to have those who remained loyal to the Warrior Nun be slaughtered by double agents who truly believed in Adriel.

(also, felt it was kinda weird when pretty much all the uniformed FBC people were dudes)

(furthermore thinking on how much would've been added if Lilith's family sided with Adriel, and how much that would have influenced her decisions)

god this is so intriguing. when you think about it… the whole Lore of the ocs is based on the angel Adriel giving up his halo to save a dying human woman. if he wants it back… well, who are they to deny him? and thinking on the temptation to have it be over. most of the ocs have watched their friends die, their sisters thrown at the problem of evil until they’re no longer useful cannon-fodder.

god’s angel appears and tells you to put down your sword… damn, maybe that’s what you do.

on the other hand i feel like… probably out of everyone on the planet it’s the ocs sisters who’d have reason to side-eye adriel the hardest. sure, ava’s an unknown, but mother superion? mary? beatrice the golden child of the ocs? of course looking at it a different way what you have is a disgraced ex-halo-bearer, a usurping non-believer, and beatrice who was sent away by duretti & refused to go. sure, duretti is the pope, but individual orders obey the vatican in theory, but in practice things are more complex. and for the ocs, who have always acted as a shadow organisation, the ability to… well… disregard vatican oversight is probably a baked-in thing.

i feel like the split would be extreme. those who want to believe in adriel vs those who are dedicated to the mission: to keep hell the fuck off of earth, keep people safe from the influence of demons.

there’s good reason to be skeptical of adriel’s claims. he was buried under the vatican, the latin on the wall said ‘please don’t touch this ever. let what’s dead rest’ etc etc. seemed like just a thing you might put on a tomb, but the whole 'live specimen inside' thing might give pause. either we believe that st peter gives what the vatican decides legitimacy or we trust an angel as the unilateral word of god. the bible says maybe don’t do that.

ESPECIALLY if they saw footage of Adriel infecting a whole courtyard of bystanders with demons, i think most of the ocs would trust in what duretti & superion told them. god can speak from the mouth of a heretic (ava), and there’s plenty of ammunition in catholic theology for fallen angels/ agents of the devil/ the devil usually comes in disguise.

they know that Bad Shit is leaking in from some hellscape (most of them likely assume it’s captial-letter Hell) and now the long-lost author of their order appears and attacks (apparently kills) mary in broad daylight? they might be devout but they’re also in the know in a way that few people are, and i think the ocs by its nature is insular. i think mostly these girls come for the service to god & stay for each other, die for each other.

a schism is certainly possible (ahem, not unprecedented in christianity) but i think the ocs sisters trust each other. i think the way that mary died might move them. vincent’s betrayal too. does that look like the work of god? again, immense skepticism over any person claiming to be a mouthpiece for god.

BUT i see you about the idea that literally a handful of traitors would be enough. and that feels so plausible as to be almost guaranteed. sisters tired of fighting a battle of attrition with their bodies, ppl like crimson, the ones who just want it to be over. we really only learn that the ocs was compromised (and i’m inclined to think not by vincent because damn guys u would have done the smart thing & called bust on every safe-house vincent knew about, right??)

the idea that the way the ocs tosses spent sisters aside leads to its near-annihilation is… compelling.

& 🫠 lilith’s family turning on the ocs. i mean, they’d be hand-in-hand with lilith there, no? she sides with adriel. really & truly she IS our example of a girl who is all but tossed aside when she’s not useful. lost, alone, feeling monstrous, she turns to adriel because he can bear to look at her.

you’re so right that there’s so much to be said for the ocs as an organisation that literally chews up & spits out its soldiers. it’s a war machine & so despite superion & shannon & mary trying so hard to make it human and caring and good - i mean, the institution is… well… an Institution. it doesn’t have a heart.

& i think that’s what ava brings to it, what she shows them. that

1. you have to try to stop the cycle of violence. you have to at least try.

and 2. making an army out of lost girls is dangerous. like bea, they’ll throw themselves at danger; like lilith, they’ll throw themselves at death.

just… thinking of shannon & her ghost. how angry she is at the whole circus. of mary & her quiet sadness, so long in the making that her sorrow feels worn even when it’s new.

thinking of ava as a thesis in how you really fight back the darkness

by being the light

#warrior nun #this is making my brain do flips ty 😌#wn meta

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dabewarehub · 17 days

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Richards "Top 10 Worst villains enemies on DA/YT." - PART 1

Lets discuss this shall we?. FIrst things first - There is ZERO evidence of ANY claims made towards these users, no archives, no screenshots, no links to PROVE the accusations for this post. At this point this is harassment and Libel.

Now, Onto the post at hand - Lets review some of these users you've mentioned.

1. @AdrielFerrer521 Reason: Harassment, Refused to stop making a status update out of me, Manipulator, Being acting like a adolf hitler than evie, Force people to block someone's social media account, Blackmail, Cyberbullying, Using memes without a permission and blocking Princess-Josie-Riki, Yelling, Strong language.

First - Adrielferrer's Archive - Just to help you out. Harassement = These we can agree on. Judging by their posts they are known to create posts that are problematic and refuses to let shit die. We also agree that the post where they said they deleted everything bout you and yet has still been up is considered harassment. So (claps) congrats. We agree on something

"Refused to stop making status update out of me" = Again agreed. They seem to have a hate hard on for you for whatever reason, but the funny thing is you and Adriel has something in common cause you do the same. Also, this would fall under the harassment.

Manipulator = Not sure about this one. They do seem to have that quality when it comes to their posts. Kinda gaslighting and guilt tripping. talking about how users "betray" them cause those users don't agree with their actions. It does seem that way. So again We agree

"Being acting like a adolf hitler than evie" = Sorry, What? You do realize there has only been 1 (ONE) Adolf Hitler in history. So are you saying that Adriel is acting like Hitler and is worse then Evie? If so, please correct your grammar. (Hitler only had those who were WHITE, blonde hair and blue eyes around him. He committed Mass murder because of his own predjuice against his OWN ROOTS. Adriel hasn't committed Murder that we know of and doesn't go around calling people racist names).

"Forcing people to block someone's social media account" = It's not really forcing. Granted their posts are DEMANDING but there's no force to it. People have the right to refuse and say no, HOWEVER we have noticed that if you refuse their demand you are apparently a "traitor" to them. (eye roll)

"blackmail" = Where? show proof please cause we don't see anything of that nature. You do know what blackmail is right?

Just in case -

black·mail

NOUN

the action, treated as a criminal offense, of demanding payment or another benefit from someone in return for not revealing compromising or damaging information about them:

"Cyberbullying" = We will agree in some cases we did see uncalled for actions/words towards other users, but haven't really seen cyberbullying. Please show proof of your claims.

"Using memes without a permission and blocking Princess-Josie-Riki" = OH NO. blocking someone is now apparently a crime in your eyes. You do know that you just legit DEMANDED us to block your new username on dA (even though we don't know what it is YET!!!) and you are bitching and moaning because Adriel is using memes and blocking this princess person? (shakes head). First: Meme's are created by anyone. Even you create them and haven't seen you give credit to the ORIGINAL people you stoled from so.. that's moot. As for blocking Princess - they have that right. Just like you have the right to block us or block Adriel

"Yelling" & "strong language" = Really? Really? Yelling is an "evil" trait to you? Jeez. We'd hate to hear/read about what you think of your parents when they yell or ground you for your behavior. And if you don't like "strong language" why do you cuss? hmm?

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2: OH-MY-ARCEUS (A.K.A Eviejulia) Reason: Becaming a dangerous person like adrielferrer has, Cyberbullying, Harassment, Abusing her power, Report Threated, Gaslighting, Manipulator, Lying, Blackmailing, Fake Allegation, Disturbing pictures, Harassing girls users from deviantart while they make girls crying.

EvieJulia's archives

"becaming a dangerous person like adrielferrer has" = We believe you meant "becoming" and also, how is she "dangerous". She hasn't killed anybody, She hasn't commited any felonies. So in what way is she dangerous? Are you referring that she's dangerous to your precious "Deviantart Career"? (btw. a career is something you get PAID for. Last time we checked, you didn't have any subs, not sure if you got commissions, but don't think you earned an actual LIVING off of your 'dA career'. Seriously.)

"Cyberbullying" = There's a fine fine line between being blunt - trolling and cyberbullying. She hasn't actually cyberbullied anyone and any of the users she's called out are actually known to be toxic people who are the TRUE cyberbullies and harassers.

"Harassment" = In what way? Seriously. You need to give evidence of your claims. The only time she comments about the users she has issues with if they do it first. Maybe if you all just left her the fuck alone. none of you would be mentioned.

"Abusing her power" = What fucking power? being a senior member only gives you a cute little badge, access to a forum in community and a discord server. She doesn't work for dA and even if she did she'd have a good sense of doing research FIRST before jumping the gun and playing the blame game like some other users do (looks at you)

"Report threated" = You just listed everyone. EVERYONE can be a threat when it comes to reporting. She reports ban evaders, block evaders and coppa violations. If you all don't like to be reported, don't break dA rules. It's really REALLY that simple.

"Gaslighting", "Manipulator", "Lying" = It's funny that you mention this cause you are also guilty of this but we would love to see your proof of these things

"Blackmailing", "Fake Allegations" = Please show proof of this. You're getting your information for those who have "beef" with her, they aren't really a "reliable source" and again, you've done the same things. Still have screenshots of the emails you sent to Ilia, Evie has hers. Should we include those?

"disturbing pictures" = Are you talking about her NSFW? if so, she's an adult. If you don't want to see nsfw turn your mature filter on. She has every RIGHT to draw what she wants. Just like you have every right to "Draw" whatever you want.

"Harassing girls users from deviantart while they make girls crying" = Proof please.

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3: Ilia-Mae (user) Reason: Refused to leave my dA alone while rejoined, Threated someone to ban me, Fake screenshotting, Report threated, Harassment, Racism.

Ilia's archives : Ilia-Mae , Inspirelirium

"Refused to leave my dA alone while rejoined" = Where's your proof? She admited that she reported you up until September 14, 2023 and she has left you alone sense. Also, again just a reminder, The original owner of this dAbewarehub was actually the one who got you banned several times :D

"Threated someone to ban me" = It's threatened* not threated. Also, she didn't threaten to you ban you or threatened someone to ban you. She has told you repeatedly to leave her alone or she will report you for harassment.

"Fake screenshotting" = Proof please, what screenshots is she faking? We were forwarded the emails you sent her and we have to say Richard. Wow. That is a lot of blackmailing, gaslighting and manipulation. Also, she primarily used archive when she called out. How can you "fake screenshot" when archive.today saves the site as it appears? Hmm?

"Report threated" = Not a thing. Like Evie, Ilia reports coppa violations (users under the age of 13. It's illegal and the law for users who are under the age of 13 to be on deviantart. In fact most websites have that very same rule), Block evaders and ban evaders. So. How is it a "threat" when it's users who break dA rules?

"Harassment" = Proof please. We haven't seen any proof of your claims for harassment. In fact Ilia is probably the only one who tries to be logical with users who are breaking the rules by showing them the link to the rule and let them know. Granted she was blunt and rude to you and if memory serves us correctly, she's already apologized for that. She hasn't talked about you in MONTHS on any of her platforms and yet here you are continuing your own misery. (aka your drama)

"Racism" = You are claiming she's racist cause she assumed a user who goes by "blackdawg" or whatever the hell that username is = as you? She hasn't ONCE displayed any behaviors of racism. and you would have to show proof of this and her reporting an account she BELIEVED it was YOU because of the defending / block evading that was going on after you and her's spat - Yeah. Anyone would auto think that account was yours. Well, except you and your "friends"

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