#ava x reader

First, can I just say that I absolutely love your writing so so much! Like it is genuinely adorable. Second, would you ever consider doing reader x Ava fics? There's hardly any out there, and I would really love to see your take on her!

Anyways, your fics again are amazing, and I hope you have an amazing day :D

Awe, thank you! That means a lot to me!! 🥺❤️

AND ABSOLUTELY I WOULD AVA MY BELOVED AAAAAAAAA

I've actually been thinking about it for a while now, but I'm just not too sure what I'd write for her, and I've been behind on my other requests that I didn't have the time fkejfke

But if anyone would like to request for her, then absolutely I would be more than happy to write for her 😤 GIMME 🤲

Ava Starr x reader

Word count: 319

Warnings: major character death, ghosts

Pairings: Ava x reader (mutual crush), Beatrice x reader (one sided crush), Ava x Beatrice (platonic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: Ava got a bit jealous

Summary: Having a crush on you was… new to Ava and so she’s not very good at hiding it from anyone, but when Beatrice (who’s unaware of it) tries her luck with you Ava knows she has to make a move before Bea gets you.

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Ava Silva was terrible at secrets—especially ones involving her feelings. She’d always wear her heart on her sleeve, a blazing neon sign of her emotions for anyone who bothered to look. But when it came to you, the girl she had been crushing on for months, Ava somehow managed to keep it together. Barely.

Her days were spent orbiting you like the sun, soaking in your laughter, memorizing the way you scrunched your nose when you were deep in thought. Yet, she never stepped over the invisible line of friendship. Because how could she? You were smart, kind, and so painfully out of her league.

But today was different. Today, Ava’s patience and willpower were tested in ways she hadn’t prepared for.

The group had gathered in the library for what Beatrice called a “team-building strategy session” (translation: boring meeting with books and charts). Ava tried to focus on Beatrice’s lecture, but her attention kept drifting to where you were sitting across from her.

Your eyes shone with interest as you listened to Beatrice explain something in her usual calm, methodical tone. You leaned slightly forward, chin resting on your palm, and Ava couldn’t help but think how unfair it was for someone to look that effortlessly good.

And then, Beatrice’s hand gently brushed your arm as she passed you a book.

Ava froze.

It wasn’t the touch itself that caught her attention, but the way Beatrice lingered for just a moment too long.

Ava’s jaw clenched.

“…and if we map out the artifacts here,” Beatrice was saying, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing in Ava’s chest.

You smiled at Beatrice, leaning closer to look at the map she had spread out. Ava’s hands curled into fists under the table as she watched Beatrice’s calm demeanor soften into something that felt… tender.

“Right, Ava?” Beatrice asked suddenly, looking up.

Ava blinked. “Huh?”

Beatrice arched an eyebrow. “I was saying that this section of the map is where we’ll start our search. You agree, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Whatever,” Ava mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant.

Beatrice gave her a curious look but didn’t press.

The meeting dragged on, and Ava’s mood soured further as Beatrice continued to find excuses to touch you—a light hand on your shoulder, a brush of fingers as she handed you another book. Each little moment chipped away at Ava’s resolve, leaving behind a bubbling mix of jealousy and frustration.

By the time the meeting ended, Ava felt like she was seconds away from snapping. She followed you and Beatrice as the group dispersed, her heart pounding in her chest.

When Beatrice stopped in the hallway to talk to someone else, Ava seized her chance.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Ava asked, grabbing your hand.

You looked surprised but nodded. “Sure, what’s up?”

Ava led you to a quiet corner of the library, her mind racing. She hadn’t planned for this. She hadn’t planned for any of it.

“So… uh…” Ava scratched the back of her neck, avoiding your eyes. “I noticed you and Beatrice were… pretty close today.”

You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You know, all the… touching and stuff,” Ava said, her voice a little sharper than she intended.

Realization dawned on your face, and to Ava’s horror, you started to smile. “Ava, are you… jealous?”

“What? No!” Ava said quickly, her cheeks burning. “I mean, maybe? Okay, yes. But only because… because I like you. And it’s really hard to sit there and pretend I don’t when Beatrice is over here being all… perfect and touchy.”

You stared at her, your smile softening into something gentler.

“Ava…”

“No, wait,” Ava said, holding up a hand. “Before you say anything, I just need to get this out. I like you. A lot. And I know I’m not as put-together as Beatrice, and I probably say too much and mess things up half the time, but I just… I needed you to know.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then you stepped closer, your hand finding hers. “Ava, I like you too.”

Ava blinked. “Wait, really?”

You laughed. “Yes, really. I’ve liked you for a while, but I didn’t think you felt the same way. As for Beatrice… she’s just a friend. There’s nothing to be jealous of, I promise.”

Relief washed over Ava, followed by a grin so wide it made her cheeks hurt. “Oh. Well, that’s… that’s good. That’s really good.”

You squeezed her hand. “So… now what?”

“Now,” Ava said, her confidence returning, “I take you on a date. A real one. No Beatrice, no maps, no interruptions.”

“I’d like that,” you said, your smile bright enough to rival the sun.

Pairings: Ava x reader (mutual crush), Beatrice x Ava (platonic)

Type of fic: Comedy, Comfort

Warnings: None

Summary: Falling for a barista is a struggle for Ava and despite that she still comes back to see you and talk to you even if it’s just a few words, that is until you have to make the first step ‘cause she definetly will not.

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Ava was still adjusting to life outside the orphanage, and while the world felt big, scary, and overwhelming, it was also beautiful. She wandered aimlessly through the streets, soaking up the sunshine, the noise, and the freedom. Every step felt like an adventure.

Eventually, she stumbled upon a cozy little café on a quiet corner, its warm light spilling out onto the sidewalk. The inviting smell of baked goods and coffee called to her, so she stepped inside.

The moment she walked in, Ava was greeted by the soft hum of conversation, the gentle whir of an espresso machine, and the sight of you.

Standing behind the bar, you moved gracefully, preparing drinks with practiced ease, a smile tugging at your lips as you handed a latte to a waiting customer. Ava stopped in her tracks, suddenly feeling like the air had been knocked out of her chest.

Wow.

You were gorgeous. She couldn’t stop staring. The way you seemed so at ease, the little crinkle in your nose as you focused on a drink—it was mesmerizing.

“Hi there! What can I get you?” your voice snapped Ava out of her thoughts.

She blinked, realizing she’d been standing there gawking for who-knows-how-long. Her cheeks burned as she stammered, “Uh, coffee! I’ll have… coffee.”

“What kind of coffee?” you asked, amused by her flustered state.

Ava glanced at the menu board, scanning it quickly. “Just, um, black coffee.”

You nodded, hiding a smile. “Coming right up.”

In a few minutes, you returned, setting the steaming cup in front of her. The foam on top was shaped into a small smiley face. Ava’s lips quirked up at the sight, her heart fluttering for reasons she couldn’t explain.

“Enjoy!” you said warmly before turning to the next customer.

Ava moved to a nearby table, clutching the cup like it was a lifeline. The first sip hit her like a slap in the face.

Bitter. Gross. Awful.

She grimaced, staring at the offensive liquid in disbelief. How did people drink this stuff? But as much as she hated it, the memory of your smile made her resolve to finish it.

Back at the church, Ava sat beside Beatrice during a brief break in her training. She fidgeted, clearly preoccupied.

“Bea, can I ask you something?”

Beatrice glanced up, her expression patient. “Of course.”

“So, hypothetically…” Ava began, her voice casual but far too eager.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow. “Hypothetically?”

“Yeah, yeah. Hypothetically,” Ava repeated. “If someone—let’s say me—felt… weird around another person. Like, I don’t know, their heart raced a little, and they couldn’t stop thinking about them. And maybe—again, hypothetically—they started doing dumb things like drinking coffee even though they hate it just to see this person…”

Beatrice’s lips twitched in amusement. “You’re describing love, Ava.”

“What? No! That’s ridiculous. I just met—I mean, this hypothetical person just met them!” Ava protested, waving her hands.

Beatrice’s gaze softened. “Sometimes, feelings don’t take long to appear. They don’t have to.”

Ava frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the revelation, and changed the subject. But as Beatrice returned to her book, Ava’s thoughts remained on you.

Over the next week, Ava became a regular at the café.

Every day, she walked in, her heart doing flips at the sight of you. And every day, she ordered coffee, grimaced through the first sip, and then pretended to enjoy it just so she could stay a little longer.

You noticed. It was hard not to.

One afternoon, after setting yet another black coffee in front of Ava, you leaned on the counter and said softly, “You know, drinking this much coffee isn’t great for you.”

Ava froze mid-sip, her eyes darting to yours. “Oh! Uh, yeah, totally. I’ll cut back. For sure.”

You smiled gently. “Why do you drink it if you don’t like it?”

Ava’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she blurted, “Because you’re gorgeous”

Your eyebrows shot up, surprised, but not unkindly.

Realizing what she’d just said, Ava turned beet red. “I mean—that’s—I—uh—I gotta go!” She fumbled to pull out cash, tossing it onto the counter before bolting for the door.

As she was trying to disappeared, you chuckled to yourself and slipped a receipt into her coat pocket.

Back at the church, Ava sat on a bench, replaying the humiliating scene in her mind. She shoved her hands into her coat pockets and froze when her fingers brushed against a piece of paper.

Pulling it out, she unfolded it, expecting a forgotten receipt. Instead, she found your name and phone number scrawled in neat handwriting, accompanied by a small heart.

Ava let out a loud, startled yelp, startling the nuns around her. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

Beatrice, standing nearby, shot her a disapproving look. “Quiet, Ava.”

But Ava was already running toward her, a ridiculous grin on her face and the paper clutched tightly in her hand. “Bea! Bea! You’re never going to believe this!”

Pairings: Ava x reader (romantic), Beatrice x Ava (platonic), Beatrice x reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Fluff, Comedy

Warnings: None

Summary: Knowing Ava didn’t have a proper childhood after being paralyzed you decided to give her something that’d at least a tad bit make it better and gosh it did

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December had settled over the city with a soft chill, the kind that turned breath into mist and made staying inside under warm blankets irresistible. You had been prepping for this all afternoon, humming quietly to Christmas tunes as you carefully laid out gingerbread pieces, bowls of colorful candy, and tubes of icing on the kitchen table.

It wasn’t extravagant, but it was perfect in its own way. A gingerbread house competition for two.

Ava deserved it. After everything she’d been through, you wanted to give her something that felt light, carefree—something that let her be a kid, even just for a little while.

You were just finishing setting up the last of the decorations when the front door creaked open, and Ava stepped inside, cheeks red from the cold and a bag slung over her shoulder. Her smile when she saw you instantly lit up the room.

“Hey, you,” she said, kicking off her boots and dropping her bag by the door. “Miss me?”

“Always,” you replied, crossing the room to greet her. She leaned into you, wrapping her arms around your waist in a quick but warm hug. You pressed a kiss to her temple, and she sighed contentedly.

“Beatrice ran me into the ground today,” Ava grumbled, letting go and stretching her arms above her head. “I swear, if I ever hear the word ‘discipline’ again, it’ll be too soon.”

You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Go shower and get comfy. I’ve got something planned for us tonight.”

Ava raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Planned? Is it pizza and bad Christmas movies? Because if it’s not, I’m gonna be very disappointed.”

“Just go shower,” you said with a playful shove, steering her toward the bathroom.

When Ava returned, dressed in her favorite pair of sweatpants and a cozy oversized sweater, her damp hair falling loose around her shoulders, she froze in the kitchen doorway.

The table was a colorful mess of gingerbread walls, candy roofs, gumdrop chimneys, and every type of sprinkle imaginable. Two trays sat side by side, ready for battle.

Her eyes widened as she took it all in. “What is this?”

You stepped out from the corner, where you’d been fidgeting nervously with a tube of icing. “Gingerbread house competition,” you said, smiling softly. “I thought… you know, it might be fun. But if you’re too tired—”

Before you could finish, Ava turned to you, her smile spreading wide and bright. “Are you kidding? This is amazing!” She bounced on her toes, her exhaustion seemingly forgotten. “I’ve never done anything like this before!”

Relief flooded through you, and your own smile grew. “Good. Let’s get to it, then.”

The competition was chaos in the best way.

Ava threw herself into it with the enthusiasm of someone discovering something new and delightful for the first time. She didn’t hold back, using every sprinkle, every gumdrop, and every glob of icing she could get her hands on.

“Is this structurally sound?” you teased, pointing at her candy-laden roof as it started to sag slightly under the weight.

Ava waved you off, icing smeared on her cheek. “It’s not about structure. It’s about vibes.”

“Pretty sure houses need structure to stay standing,” you retorted, carefully piping snow-like patterns along the edges of your own gingerbread house.

“Yours is boring,” Ava shot back, sticking her tongue out at you. “Where’s the personality? The flair? The chaos?”

“Chaos isn’t exactly a compliment when it comes to construction.”

She narrowed her eyes at you, picking up a handful of gumdrops. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to love me, you’re sounding an awful lot like a critic right now.”

You laughed, dodging the candy she pretended to throw at you.

By the time the houses were complete, the kitchen was a disaster zone. Icing streaked the counter, gumdrops were scattered everywhere, and somehow, there was a candy cane stuck to the underside of Ava’s sock.

You both stood back to admire your creations, breathing hard from laughter and the effort of assembling tiny, sugary homes.

“Alright,” you said, crossing your arms and nodding at her house. “I’ll admit it—yours has flair.”

Ava grinned triumphantly. “And yours is sturdy, like… I don’t know, a bank. Or a prison.”

“Hey!” you protested, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

After a moment of silence, Ava looked over at you, her expression softening. “Seriously, though. This was… really fun. Thanks for doing this.”

You reached out, brushing a crumb of gingerbread off her sweater. “Anything for you.”

Her smile turned shy, and she leaned in to kiss you—a quick, sweet press of her lips that made your heart flutter.

As the night wore on, you sat side by side at the table, eating the leftover candy and sharing stories, the mess of the kitchen forgotten. Ava couldn’t stop stealing glances at the gingerbread house she’d built, pride glowing in her eyes.

It was such a simple thing, but seeing her this happy made it feel like the most important thing in the world.

Ava slices thru a demon as Y/N kills another with his chain whip…

Ava: that was so hot

Y/N: the move or my chains?

Ava: pick one.

Y/N: you’re terrible

Ava: you’ll have to set me straight back at base (winks)

A demon tries to attack only for both Ava and Y/N to kill it…

Ava: I had it

Y/N: and I had you last night

Ava playfully smacks Y/N for that…

*breathe muffin, breathe* I’m gonna do Ava b/c well...I love her

Ava x GN!Reader: Rivalry Love

Warnings: FLOOF!

Rating: SFW

Ava knew the risks of being in a relationship with another union. Actually she knew the risks of being in a relationship in general. But yet she somehow had met you, a simple Keyblade wielder in (random union). One day, Ava was sitting in Fountain Square, reading a book, when you jump scared her, making her drop her book.

“(Y/N)!” she scolded. 

“You should see the look on your face!” you laughed. She sighed and picked up her book. 

“Oh, come on, Ava. You’re a Foreteller. You should expect this kind of stuff!” you said. 

“Well, excuse me for wanting to enjoy my book,” she said. You snorted and saw next to her, leaning your head on her shoulder. 

“You doing okay, sweetness?” she asked. 

“Yeah. It’s just today was so boring. I didn’t get to see you all day,” you said. 

“Is that why you jump scared me?” 

“A little bit, yeah.” She giggled and kissed your head. 

“I missed you too. Being a foreteller is not an easy job,” she said. 

“Well, at least we have each other,” you said. 

“Yeah. Oh! There’s this new bakery down the street! Wanna try it out?” 

Pairing: Ava Jalali x Reader

Request:  Could you Ava, number 4 “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

A/N: Sure 😊

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The night was peaceful and silent as you turned to your right and your arm automatically wrapped around the body laying next to you. You sighed contently as you pulled her closer, her back melting against your front and your nose scrunched up, ready to back to sleep.

But as you felt yourself slip away, Ava’s body twitched once, twice before she whimpered and tensed up.

“Ava…” You murmured as she pulled away from you and sat up startled, the white sheet falling into her lap. You sighed as she breathed out deeply, her chest moving up and down.  

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She whispered and you sat up beside her, your palm reaching out and softly touching her back.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” You lied softly as your head fall forward. “Another nightmare?” 

Ever since Nolan’s death, Ava has troubles sleeping through the night. The image of him, hanging on the fence has burned itself into her memory and you have been here to witness her crying out, calling for him. He was a friend and Ava still couldn’t believe he was gone.

Ava paused for a second before her voice came out barely above whisper. “It was different this time.”