Warrior Nun - Blog Posts
You know that when Ava and Beatrice get married they're asking Mother Superion to officiate. Like I know priests are the only ones who can officiate weddings in the Catholic faith, but by then they will have probably kill God/Reya so rules are not that important
Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - Part 2 begins!
Hey everyone! As promised I have returned with the beginning of the other half of my Priory of the Orange Tree AU! Here’s the beginning of the new chapter and the link to the whole thing is at the end!
They had sailed past the Quarl Bay and left its golden shores earlier in the week. With every passing day the boat circled away from Carscaro, around the Albatross Point and toward the Swan Strait. With every passing day Ava's spirit seem to improve. Soon they would be out of sight of Yscalin entirely, and Beatrice suspected she might be back to her usual self by then.
Their days on the boat had not been spent idly. Neither Beatrice nor Camila had relented their training of Ava – though Camila had had to stop her archery training after Ava had almost stabbed one of the sailors with an arrow. The sight of Ava fighting Beatrice and Beatrice pushing her back at every turn had become quite usual on the ship, to the point that no one even batted an eye when Ava was thrown on the deck. Neither did Ava care either.
Beatrice threw her off with ease and she landed on the wood hard, the air being thrown out of her body. A moment later, the halo healed whatever bruise would have formed. She waited until its light had receded to sit up. Beatrice stood above her still, arms still up as if she expected Ava to attack her right away. Ava was too out of breath. She would rather sit there and look up at her protector, a single strand of hair falling out of her serious bun and on the side of her face, forehead gleaming under the sunlight. She looked expectedly down at her, brown eyes hard to decipher.
“Break,” Ava called, finally.
Beatrice relaxed, her entire frame sinking an inch, though she remained straight as an arrow.
“Wasn't your last break ten minutes ago?”
“Actually,” Camila pipped up from her seat in the shadow of the mast, “it was two hours ago, give or take.”
She glanced back at the sun, hand over her eyes, then gave a nod. Beatrice held out her hand to help Ava up. Ava accepted it gratefully, and pushed herself back up.
“Your stamina has improved significantly,” Beatrice commented.
“Is that a compliment?” Ava replied, a pleased smile on her lips.
“It's a fact. Now if your fighting capabilities could only match your enthusiasm, I would feel more at ease with our arrival in Brygstad next week.”
Full chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/111459781
Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - Interlude: Demons Become Angels to Some
Hello everyone! As a surprised birthday gift to myself I have decided to post a little Interlude between part 1 and 2 ;) Link to the full mini-chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/111137689
We know Bea taught Ava how to swim but have we thought about the implications? Ava in her red swim suit, ready to jump into the water any chance she gets so she can splash Bea. Bea who bought a black one piece suit thinking it would be the most modest option but her arms and legs are very much on display. Them trying not to stare at each other because if Ava stops paddling she will drown but it's hard to focus when Bea is holding her. Meanwhile Bea is having a gay panic attack because she needs to keep Ava close but that is a lot of skin to skin contact. And all of that in the municipal swimming pool.
The Perfect Christmas Gift - An Avatrice fanfiction
Hey everyone! Merry Christmas! As a gift to this beautiful fandom I wrote this very fluffy fanction. Here’s an extract and if you’re interested, you can follow the link at the end for the full story!
The market was so crowded Ava could barely see what each little wooden house had to offer. She could smell the mulled wine and waffles and gingerbread every time they came close to a food stand, but otherwise she couldn't tell those who sold jewelry from those who sold paintings. Thankfully, she had taken Mary and Lilith with her. They were tall enough to see the stalls and had no problem pushing people aside to help Ava through.
“Look, this one is pretty,” Mary said, pointing to one of the paintings hung inside the cabin. “She could hang it in her office.”
Ava hummed as she thought.
“I'm not sure...”
Beside them, Lilith rolled her eyes.
“Shall we put it on the list then? With the dozen other ideas you're not sure on?”
Mary clicked her tongue and slapped her arm.
“Be nice.”
“If Ava wanted me to be nice, she wouldn't have brought me out here when there's a crowd and I'm freezing without even buying me alcohol. Ava brought me to be honest and push people aside.”
She turned to Ava.
“Beatrice doesn't need a painting for Christmas. She doesn't need a new fountain pen or a cute frog kettle.”
Ava whined.
“But I don't know what she needs.”
“You're her girlfriend. That is literally your job.”
Mary glared at Lilith, wrapping her arm around Ava's shoulders to pull her away.
“Don't listen to her. Beatrice doesn't need anything because she's happy, and that's all your doing. It doesn't matter what you get her for Christmas, she will like it.”
“No, this has to be perfect. It's our first Christmas together, just the two of us. I will never be able to rival the kind of gifts her parents gave her.”
Mary shook her gently as if it would bring her bubbly disposition back.
“And you don't have to. Her parents were just trying to buy her forgiveness. You have nothing to worry about. Whatever you get her, I promise you, she will be pleased.”
“Oh look,” Lilith said, prompting Ava to stop and turn, and Mary to follow her.
She was pointing toward a small stall stuck between a wooden cabin and reindeers made out of light. It was protected from the cold only by a plastic roof on metal legs. Two large cages had been set up at the front, and puppies were playing inside. The shelter workers stood around them, chatting up the parents of children who had also spotted the puppies.
It wasn't long before Ava had pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of the puppy pens, her hand reaching out and retracting in hesitation. One of the puppy reached up and licked her hand and she giggled. Mary and Lilith caught up a moment later, just as Ava had began to pet a chubby white puppy.
“Beatrice would hate me if I brought one home,” she said with disappointment.
“Who doesn't like a surprised puppy?” Lilith replied, her voice dripping with irony.
“I hate to agree with Lilith, but for once she's right. I don't think Beatrice would appreciate if you came back with a puppy.”
Ava pouted, but stood out of her crouch with a sigh of resignation.
“Back to searching, I guess.”
Link to the full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43832500
Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - An Avatrice Priory of the Orange Tree AU
Hey everyone! I’m back with my first fanction in a while! This is a Priory of the Orange Tree AU where Ava is a Queen and Beatrice the protector sent from the Priory to keep her safe. Spoilers of the book! Here’s an extract from the first chapter and if you want to read more, the link it at the end!
Beatrice had read about those lavender fields, how they surrounded the city of Carscaro and filled the air with their sweet, powerful scent. The books had been true though they had undervalued the sight. From the road leading into the city, the rows of waist-high purple bushes opened like fans, and colored the horizon. The city stood among them, tall and proud, nestled against hard mountains. Camilla had also told her about Carscaro, though she had only visited the city once. She had told her to watch out for crowded spaces, where one was quite likely to lose their purse before they could spend a single coin. Beatrice had no money to spend. She had come to the city on foot, dressed as a pilgrim, the blades she carried hidden beneath her heavy cloak.
She entered the city, like everyone else, through the main gate, dodging between wine carts and noblemen carriages. She kept her gaze ahead, even as she encountered soldiers. She could feel them staring at her. She wondered, still, after weeks on a boat, why Mother Superion had sent her. She stood out in a crowd even as she didn't mean too. Easterners in the West remained a rarity, even as trade routes had opened significantly in the past few decades. Camilla may have less experience, but she would have fit in her native home far better than Beatrice ever could.
Following the instructions she had been given, she made her way to a tavern called The Dragonsbane. She brushed past the zealots preaching at the corner of the establishment and entered. It was the middle of the afternoon, and the tavern was quite empty, except for a few regulars already on their bar stools. She had no doubt it would change soon enough. Within, the smell of lavender had been replaced by that of wine, as if the walls had soaked in it. It made her nose itch.
She found her query easily enough, for their was only one man dressed in fine courtier silks in this small establishment. She sat in the chair opposite him. He held an untouched glass in his hand, swirling the Bordeaux liquid against the glass but never bringing it to his lips.
“I told Mother Superion that there was no need to send someone,” he said as she sat, keeping his voice low. “The killer has been apprehended, we will have the name of his employer soon enough.”
“This is just a precaution, Father Vincent. I won't intervene unless another attempt is made on her life.”
Link to the full first chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/109853208
I'm in the middle of writing a book but Netflix has forced my hand, so who's ready for an Avatrice Priory of the Orange Tree AU fanfic?
I hope Beatrice is the one who goes into the other world to rescue Ava in season 3, it would make a nice reference to/inversion of The Divine Comedy in which Dante followed his Beatrice into the afterlife.
Warrior Nun fandom, the sisters of the OCS wear something similar to a hakama for their battle gear. It’s not a skirt. I noticed this when Beatrice was fighting the guards at Arq Tech.
Warrior Nun is officially renewed!
Warrior Nun fandom, anyone done a music video on YouTube with Sabaton’s song The Last Stand?
The song would fit beautifully! I, unfortunately, do not know how to make one 😔
Or Church of Christ too
god avatrice really just hits different when you were raised catholic and had to repress all that longing for a girl’s love but now that you’ve accepted your queerness you’re obsessed with subverting catholic imagery and metaphors and using them to articulate your gay yearning
“Raised me in the halls of her kingdom…” - Michael Salvius
