#warrior nun snippet

[beastsovrevelation]

"Ava..."

He stood before her, graceful as always - yet his expression betrayed him. A small smile appeared on her lips.

"You seem surprised to see me."

Had Adriel recognized his own words, uttered to her on their very first meeting, he did not show it. Holding her gaze, he took a step forward.

"How did you get here?"

She was foreign within the walls of his Cathedral, foreign like a dream in broad daylight.

"Does it matter?" she sighed.

Ava remained still, thus forcing him to approach her. A thousand more questions clawed at his throat. However, he uttered only one:

"You can't run forever, can you, warrior nun?" he murmured

"No".

They stared at each other in silence, only an ambient electrical buzz lingering in the air. Both knew - neither could he. Humans and beings of Heaven alike were helpless against their own hearts.

Adriel drew a deep breath. Ava glanced at his mouth, grimacing ever so slightly. With him now so close, she could smell his perfume, and the longing had become unbearable.

"Adriel..."

She did not finish the sentence. He had closed the gap between them, and pulled her into an embrace, pressing his lips to hers.

He kissed her with the same despair, same passion he did back in the cave. Ava gladly wrapped her arms around his waist. His warmth washed over her, enveloping her in likeness of wings. Her devil. Her angel. The world might as well have melted around them.

Only at last, he withdrew. She found herself gasping for air - still, she refused to let go of him. Adriel rested his brow against hers, and she tilted her head up, her soft breath caressing his face.

"What are we going to do?"

"We'll think of something" he assured her.

She only nodded, closing her eyes. Their love was going to conquer the stars... She knew it.

[godsweakestsoldier]

Lilith tastes smoke, present and familiar, that lingers on Ava’s lips as she kisses her. It’s either the nicotine coating her lips or her proximity that makes Lilith’s head swim.

Ava’s stunning from where she sits straddling her hips backlit in the soft white light from the balcony light. One hand hooked underneath the sharp curve of a mandible, the other cradling a cigarette.

There’s a familiarity to the way Ava asks and Lilith gives. Fingers asking, lips willing to turn towards devotion. Praise has always come naturally to her. A familiar ache deep within her joints, eyes cast up in devotion to statutes illuminated by flickering orange. How she had longed when she was younger for those saints to climb down from the wall, offer her their hands, and raise her above her body.

A devotion turned towards women when her faith failed her. Here, underneath the lights, she finally holds onto something worthy of praise.

“Lil,” Ava calls, leaning back with a soft smile. She’s wearing Beatrice’s jersey, maize in the soft light with the number 9 emblazoned on the right corner. Lilith’s boxers slick as she adjusts against her hips. The half-burnt cigarette illuminates her face as she inhales, exhales, then speaks, “why do you do it?”

Her hand extends, the burning end illuminating her fingertips, a silent offer. Fingers are warm as Lilith accepts the cigarette. It’s soothing as she places it between her lips, a familiar weight, something to preoccupy her mouth. She inhales, her free hand coming to rest against the swell of Ava’s hip; thumb rolling over the dip of her iliac crest.

“I’m good at it,” Lilith mutters, exhaling smoke into the night.

[bechloesupercorp]

Ava went through the arc eight months ago. Eight months. Ava disappeared, slipping into the blue haze, and for all realities, Beatrice did too. Like half of her soul had been sent away too, in a final act of devotion, as it laid alight with piercing divinium. A month passed, Beatrice drifting through the halls aimlessly, like a ghost. Translucent, pale, and gaunt, an echo of the diligent warrior she once was.

It only took an extra day of silence to turn into two, to three, to four. An innocent question about a staff technique revealing the empty chamber. Bed neatly made. Dresser empty. Staff from the armoury, gone.

Now two more sisters were missing, slipping into the wind, like thousands before them. But there was no rest. No proof of their pain. No careful closure from the gentle strokes of a warm cloth clearing the blood from a corpse. Just lost souls amidst lost bodies. The absence was haunting.

But life for the living moved on. New sisters, new battles. New pains, and new joys. If any of the recruits ever noticed the candles always lit in the windows, they never mentioned it. Replacing them when they melted to nubs instead.

It was a new sister on guard that night. Pretending not to see the tears slipping down Sister Camila's cheeks as she retreated into Mother Superion's office. Pretending not to hear the soft sobs of "Ava… and Bea…" each time they passed the office door.

The cradle is cold. Haunted by ghosts that don't appear, instead burrowing into those who survive. In a houseful of aching hearts and stiff bones, all anyone wants is some closure--

The gates clanged open, two figures spilling through the doors. Bright red blood soaking their clothes. "Bea, stay with me," a weak voice begged, illuminating the divinium artifacts scattered around the room. An arm slung around the halo bearer's shoulders, lovers staggering arm in arm, weapons hanging off the tips of their fingers. Sisters immediately rushed forwards, catching them as the strength drained from their legs.

"Get Mother!"

Hands searched for open wounds, applying pressure.

"No," Bea groaned, head lolling, "Ava--" She reached into open air.

"I'm here, Bea," Ava promised, clasping it in her own, Medics swarmed, patching the pains. Camila and Mother Superion ran in, relief written on their faces. And… Lilith??? She didn't miss the hopeful stutter in their sister's gasp. Ava clutched Bea's warm hand tighter. "It's okay, Bea. We're home."

[sisterdivinium]

"Now Jillian dreamt of a death drenched in blood, of flaming red eyes branding her very soul, of a mysterious woman following her in the shadows, whose black robes swallowed Michael whole before they came for her as well."

Chapter 2 of The sweetest chill is out now on AO3.

[birgittesilverbae]

teach me to love: interludes ch 5 - after

She passes on the information, what little she has, the figure at the Ark, Lilith's warning of an oncoming holy war, and the OCS regroups. They've been all but wiped from the map and lost to the bowels of deep piles of paperwork, a sect with no continuity of oversight disappearing into the background but continuing to draw from the Church's coffers. Mother Superion brings them to a convent in the countryside near Madrid, long in use as a retirement place for OCS sisters who have given up their health in service to the mission.

[juodojimirtis]

This photo makes me think of Ava falling asleep on the sofa, and Adriel finding her.

A small smile appears on his lips, his gaze becoming tender. Exhaustion did catch up to her, at last... His beloved had been pushing herself mercilessly, in every regard, but her studies especially. Even now, she slept with her arm around a copy of the Aeneid. The original text. One could only adore her zeal.

He lets out a sigh. Warmth washes over his chest, as he stares at Ava's face. She looks so sweet, and peaceful. Her lashes are fluttering ever so slightly. Whatever could she be dreaming of?.. Adriel pulls a throw blanket over her, hoping the warm fur would guard her sleep, and kneels down beside her.

"Rest, my beauty" he whispers, leaning down to kiss her temple.

She grumbles, and stirs.

"Ah... I'm sorry."

One eye half-open, Ava lazily reaches for his hand.

"Kiss me" she murmurs.

His smile widening, he bends down again, this time pressing his lips to hers.

[imnotevencatholic]

"But then, of course, Cultrisem opened his awful little mouth and called all the world's attention to himself, and by extension, Lilith. Bad and naughty prophecy dogs get pushed into pools. Fucking idiot."

[racingghost]

please......please....... knight seb....... pleas.e share...

Somehow I knew you'd have my back ahaha

So, about this AU + snippet

For anyone who isn't comrade @backmarkerr over there, every AU I have is basically OUR AU. Mine and Max. Mi casa tu casa and all that.

So in this one, Kimi's a prince, and Seb is a Knight from a very stern order (Red Bull Order) who is assigned to protect him. Red Bull Order knights are very strong, capable, and known to be these legendary, cold-faced warriors.

They're also massive virgins, because of their strict vows. They're trained from a very early age to form little attachment to people, and have as little personality as possible.

So that's the context, here's the snippet...

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Sebastian Vettel was an attentive man, who took credence to any gossip he heard. His caution always served him well, as the word on the street was often more perceptive and accurate than the stories nobles and courts tried to pass as truth. Pretense was not a commoner concern.

With that said, while Prince Raikkonen’s favoring of men wasn’t by any means a new rumor, Sebastian found himself questioning it for the first time.

It seemed that his young royal’s visit to the brothels wasn’t going to show any sort of decorum, but contrary to what he was expecting at the beginning of the night, that had nothing to do with men as a preference, and everything to do with… well…

A loud, ecstatic moan vibrated through the door he was guarding, as if on cue.

Whether the prince liked women or not, it was certain that women very much liked him. To add to the embarrassment, the explicit sounds were something Sebastian never heard before in his life, which for a man his age was bordering on preposterous. They had an effect on him, one that left him feeling too hot under the collar and all the same relieved his clothes were heavy and dense.

“Ahem.” A cough at his side made him glance at Heikki Kovalainen, a fellow knight, albeit from no remarkable order. “Plan is going well, huh?”

Sebastian didn’t respond, instead pressing his lips firmly together.

“You know she’s being theatrical right?” Heikki glanced at Vettel with a smug face, as if he could smell his inexperience from a mile away.

“What?” Sebastian reacted, unable to help himself.

“The moans, the shouts. She’s doing her little performance too, no offense to the prince.”

“I wonder what the prince will think when I relay him your words.”

Heikki only scoffed at the threat, as if he wasn’t concerned with that at all.

“He’s probably thinking the same as me.” He leaned a bit closer to Sebastian. “As far as preferences go, he tends to like them more quiet. More discrete.”

“This might be one of the few things I don’t have to know about him.” Sebastian replied, feeling his face warm to a noticeable degree.

“God, you’re a prude.” Heikki leaned back to where he was, as another pleasured shout came from the room. “Guess it’s true what they say of the mighty Bulls.”

If only he were a tortoise, Sebastian would have hidden his face inside his shell as he so wanted to. Unfortunately, his lack of response didn’t stop Heikki from bringing up the inevitable.

 “You’re all virgins.” Oh the grin in his voice.

“You must find trips to the brothel to be better than committing to honorable vows then.” Sebastian defended himself. He tried to sound as snotty nosed as a true Holy Knight would have felt, but next to an older peer he only sounded juvenile, even to his own ears.

“Nothing honorable about blue balling yourself.” Heikki laughed. “What are you, a nun? Even those escape the convent some nights…”

“Don’t speak heresies…”

“Well I’ll let you know right now, if a girl moans the moment you touch her waist, she likes your wallet more than you.”

“I would never!”

“Pay for it? Because I hope you get to experience it someday. It’s what makes a man, a man.”

While Sebastian kept a sour glare towards Heikki, deep within himself he couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t thought of it. Especially now, with all the noises coming from behind that door.

He wondered how it would be to see a naked woman, see her large breasts and nothing between her legs. He twitched his fingers as he imagined how it would be to touch fleshy thighs and see the fat and muscle in them move beneath his hands.

Sebastian’s only point of comparison was seeing a sharp blade effortlessly glide through meat and even bone. He was curious, certainly, but he wasn’t yearning for it.

However, the thought of Kimi in there changed it from pure anatomy to something more. There, Sebastian had a point of reference. He saw Kimi’s body when he was wounded and needed to be cleaned and bandaged, he felt the strength of his arm around his waist, he witnessed the droplets of sweat sliding down his neck when it was too hot outside.

The muscles he saw still and bruised, how would they look in action? Pulling and tensing with movement, putting their strength to use by holding this woman in position? How would he look naked? Not vulnerable, but confidently naked?

A hint of a response came from the room once again, a loud and stretched out cry that sounded as ecstatic as it was out of breath.

No matter how much Heikki babbled, that one didn’t sound fake at all.

[sourrind]

WIP tag game

Thanks to my lovely friends and mutuals @momochizoey and @celinou for tagging me in this!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title/emoji that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

WIP is such a nebulous term because I have so many things that are just a title and a wish, but I'll try and just include the ones that have enough meat on them for me to talk about:

A Choir of Furies - Life is Strange

Restless Dreams - Life is Strange

On Broken Wings - Life is Strange

All My Tears - Life is Strange

Pressure in Increments - Warrior Nun

i can not flee - Warrior Nun

Woe for One More - Wednesday

hold me (like you held onto life) - ITZY

going nowhere (getting there soon) - ITZY

crack me open (so i feel the air) - ITZY

red tape (and a mandate) - LE SSERAFIM

That's right, this is also the post in which you folks learn I also write RPF stuff for Kpop groups sometimes. Big and true.

But yeah, this is basically all the WIPs that either have a solid enough idea behind that I think I can see myself putting out someday, or they are just things that I wish I was diligent enough to my hands to the keys and get to writing it.

I've been kind of putting off writing for the past couple of months just because of dumb doodoo brain stuff, so maybe this will put me back in the right mindset of things.

Anyway, I'll tag @fazedlight in this because I feel like she is also being attacked by the demon that is "comparison is the thief of joy" at the moment, so yeah. We do it.

[foulbearobservation]

WIP Tag Game

I got tagged in a fun little tag game by the bestie @euhemeria who has,,, about as many wips as me so we are kindred spirits on the path 🤝

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

I'm gonna split these up by fandom but not pairing/gen so genuinely good luck figuring out what pairing is which!

warrior nun

a love song pitched down low ● to bleed is the [unintelligible] thing ● the improbable, probable ● the black blade of blaviken ● a knife, a leash ● a vision of spring ● just one more thing ● there will always be a (man/lighthouse/fall) ● close your eyes, sweet angel ● a prized possession ● old woman yuri ● family and associated words that begin with f ● root cause ● crime dot net ● avalil smut 2 electric boogaloo ● they live happily ● outlook, teams, and other services associated with the devil himself ● getting a good grade in gladiatorial combat, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve

rwby

crossroads ● expectations ● a question of inheritance ● atlas, after the shrug

hawkeye (tv) (aka mcu but I won't say I've fallen that far)

my sorrow will take wings in the morning ● Big Brother: Lame Little Superhero Edition ● what is a body but a weapon ● second date

league of legends

bilgewater baptism ● the horrors I promised ● darkness, whole and complete ● again ● [ARCHIVE :\\ADMIN\START] ● you have your mothers hands ● what your husband doesn't know

the wilds

poison poorly proctored ● daughter of apollo, portent of ruin

fire emblem three houses

the delta sky miles lounge in the salt lake city international airport ● oceans dumbasses ● your wife is not a librarian ● a song of springtime ● what coin will make you leave ● lawless dream ● dilf ingrid ● the first clue: foot fetish

original work

the voice behind the mirror ● cassik county, iowa ● a fishhook kingdom ● the lamplighter

I tag.... the bug bucket! you all know who you are, expose ur wips or not, it's up to u 👀👀

[explosionshark]

okay that was like 4 prompts back to back to back to back that's an insane hot streak for me i'm calling it quits for now

will accept more prompts thought if you wanna send em. any fandom you know i like is fine, wouldn't mind some arcane or warrior nun tho

[the-ominous-owl]

hiiiiiii for the yet another writing ask: 15, 16, 19?

hi friend, thanks for asking! :)

15. What's your favourite plotless fic you have written?

i haven't written many plotless fics. my favourite is probably the post-canon warrior nun one shot that i wrote almost immediately after finishing the second season. it was the first thing i'd written in ages but wn had me so in my feelings that i couldn't not.

16. Are one-shots really underrated?

i love one-shots. i hope to write one someday. (that is a joke i have written oneshots). i don't know if 'underrated' is the right word. people like what they like, and as long as you tell the story you wanna tell i don't think it matters what format it's in

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

They’d both changed into clothes less conspicuous than enforcer gear, and Caitlyn is wearing an outfit similar to the one Vi had stolen for her just after they met – tight but easy to move in, and pleasingly asymmetrical. She keeps pace with Vi easily, and her graceful confidence, the way she almost floats through the thick air of the Undercity, is doing something odd, something warm and sharp and twisting to Vi’s heart. When Caitlyn manages to land a jump ahead of her and turns to catch Vi when she stumbles, Vi’s first instinct is to push her against the glass window at their backs and sink her teeth into her smile. It’s an odd urge, but visceral, and Vi has to deliberately suppress it before they move on.

ask me things

[ao3feed-supercorp]

in this life or the next

by Lara234

Kara’s going to die.

She’s going to die and there’s nothing she can do about it. Try as she might, fate has other plans for her. The Halo buried in her back can sense it…it feels her sorrow. The sorrow of knowing that she has to die so that others can live. It’s why she finally acts on her feelings and kisses Sister Lena with so much want and longing, praying that this one simple act would be enough to keep the two of them frozen in that moment forever. - A Warrior Nun AU Snippet

Words: 1489, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Ruby Arias, Mxyzptlk (DCU), Nyxlygsptlnz (DCU), Imra Ardeen

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Angst, First Kiss, Alternate Universe, Warrior Nun (TV) Season 2, SuperCorp, Autistic Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun), Snippets, so much yearning

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[stars-in-our-oceans]

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

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All my wips are from warrior nun lol (except for the bts ones but those will never see the light of day 🫣)

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Okay okay,, imma dip 🫣

[birgittesilverbae]

Oh damn, I forgot about ripbea until now, and just went and reread all of it 😭. One small question: is Lilith ever able to forgive Shannon for breaking her wrist and stopping her from joining on the vengeance? And if she doesn't, is Shannon ever able to live with that lack of forgiveness?

mary is frantic, shaking lilith awake, eyes wild and an unintelligible mess falling from her mouth as she tries to haul her from her bed. it takes minutes before she's calm enough to explain, too busy in the interim with piling combat armour on lilith's bed.

she finally gets a word out of her, two. "she's gone", a blow to lilith's chest, exactly what had fallen from mary's mouth when lilith had spun around the edge of a shipping container and found a sick mockery of a crèche scene awaiting her, mary and shannon lit from below by divinium shrapnel decorating a corpse. 

it's easier now to think of her that way. a corpse. distant. removed. it's easier, too, to think of shannon in the same vein, to believe the explosion had stolen two of her sisters. 

"she's gone," mary says, and it's all lilith can do not to gesture pointedly with her casted arm, to thrust it out into the space that's grown between them, to tell mary that shannon has been gone. that some days lilith's not quite sure that any of them left those docks alive. 

but mary's been abandoned just as thoroughly as lilith has, and so she keeps her mouth shut and accepts the armour, dons it. struggles to pull the sleeve over her cast, tugs and drags at it, watches in mute horror as mary flips open her belt knife and slices the fabric away without a second thought, altogether too focused on her next task, on retrieving her home.

the tracker in the stolen van remains in operation, and camila provides a background soundtrack of frequent updates as they cross the continent in pursuit. the miles pass in a blur of driving rotation, of gas station rest breaks and restless naps in the rear of the van. they don't gain on her even after driving straight through the night, camila reveals when she wakes to the slow rise of the sun. lilith and mary exchange a glance fraught with tension.

they reach rome, run hard into a wall when they find the stolen van as empty as their hopes. they drift towards vatican city on a wing and a prayer, find their pleas answered with an explosion that shakes the enclave to its core. 

trust shannon to try to end this as it had begun, an explosion sending shrapnel spinning into being.

they push through fleeing crowds, towards a figure wreathed in the dark of halo glow, awesome and terrifying as she faces a crowd of demons looming above her. they slide into action easy as breathing, slide into position at shannon's back, the battle already deeply engrained in their bones.

it's seconds-minutes-hours later when the last tarask vanishes into oblivion and lilith holsters her gun. her ribs ache, a faint empty feeling as though there's the ghost of an old injury settled beneath her skin, but it's no worse than the baseline burn of inflammation at her wrist. she tries to wipe her forehead, the mesh of her gel cast tugging at the strands of hair that have fallen loose in the melee. switches arms, mops the sweat from her brow with her other sleeve. watches with a twist in her gut as mary takes a tentative step towards shannon.

the floor has turned to rubble beneath the fetal curl of her tired form, blood pooling amidst the chunks of masonry, turning them to islets in a sea of red. beatrice's voice rises unbidden, clipped around a bitten-back smile. every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main, she'd whispered into the rain-soaked darkness of a stakeout. lilith remembers the shadowed lines of a hand reaching out to her from the back seat of the van, the quick response to her flinching so hard at a thunderclap that she'd bitten her tongue bloody. if a clod be washed away by the sea, europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were. lilith had taken beatrice's hand despite herself, had felt so utterly young in that moment as beatrice had laced their fingers together, had gripped her palm tight. 

she follows mary into the lake of blood, the ocean, as though there's a hand guiding her forward. no man is an island entire of itself, beatrice had whispered into her ear, her presence a shield against the raging storm beyond. and so lilith fords the rivers of her molten rage and helps mary draw shannon back to her feet.

[juodojimirtis]

Look at this picture.

Look at it.

The man.

It's Adriel.

According to the legend, Adriel was beside Areala on her deathbed. I mean, of course he would be, she's the love of his life. And he's hers.

And, of course, all I am thinking of while looking at this screencap, is not Areala's death. It's the birth scene in one of my WIP's (or, rather, a backstory in the universe). Areala in labor with her son, I mean.

I'd imagine, Adriel's being supportive (for once in his existence). Meanwhile, the sisters are standing around, not sure what to do, because they're nuns and soldiers, it's not a situation they're familiar with.

When the midwife arrives, she sees Areala armored, Adriel in a monk's vestments, and thinks "ffs seriously? Church folk again? Last week, it was the priest and his housekeeper, vow of celibacy means nothing these days."

Even after seeing his newborn son in Areala's arms, Adriel still went on to do what he did. This fucking ship... It's a damn knife to the gut. A jagged one.