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[sunsafewriting]

Do A Flip - chapter 7 (11.2k words)

chapter excerpt:

Shannon.

She’s always been a light sleeper, prone to waking up a few times a night, and the effect is magnified when she’s somewhere different. 

Tonight, different is their backyard: Diego has been desperate to go camping, and sleeping out under the stars behind Shannon and Mary’s house is their trial attempt at the whole experience. 

Beside her, Mary is still out, eyes closed. She tends to frown in her sleep, which Shannon finds charming; or perhaps what she finds charming is the way the frown clears when Mary wakes up, how she sees Shannon and her expression changes, first thing. 

Shannon slips out of their makeshift bed and stands, stretching her arm, working through a couple of nerve glides. Sometimes, when the weather changes too much too quickly, her old shoulder injury still twinges. It’s not too bad, anymore, but it’s better to get ahead of these things. 

From here, she can see the banked remains of the small fire they’d had in the pit, and the arrangement of the others, strewn out across the lawn. 

Diego, Ava, and Beatrice are lined up on a collection of mats. Ava has curled around Beatrice, and the way the two of them are pressed close makes Shannon sure they’ve slept like this before, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Together, Ava and Beatrice have made an art out of avoiding change, or rather, of changing everything except that last little thing that makes it impossible to go back. 

Diego’s head pops up from his nest of blankets. In the moonlight, Shannon can see him blink, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes. He catches sight of her and squirms free, scooping up his water bottle from the ground nearby before weaving his way over to her. 

He’s wearing a hoodie that he inherited from Ava recently — it features a graphic of a turtle in a judge’s wig, with the word TORTLE printed below. Shannon’s not sure he actually gets it, but he wears it all the time now anyway. 

"You’re awake, too," he says — softly, so he won’t wake everyone else.

"Yep. Thought I'd check out the stars for a bit."

They sit down together in two of the chairs by the firepit and tip their heads up to look at the sky. 

"How are you liking camping so far?" Shannon asks. 

"It’s cool," he whispers back. "Definitely marshmallows are the best part." 

Only Shannon, Ava, and Diego eat marshmallows — Beatrice is bothered by the texture and Mary finds them too sweet — but between the three of them, they’d managed to finish off a whole packet. Shannon had about three marshmallows total, so most of the credit has to be split between Ava and Diego’s industrious efforts. 

"Marshmallows are the best part," Shannon confirms. 

Diego’s attention drifts back to the stars for a moment, and then over to their campsite: the inflatable mattresses and the sleeping bags and the heaps of pillows — almost every single pillow from their house.

His expression shifts, and she can’t quite read him anymore.

"Everything okay?" 

At Diego’s age, if asked anything about how she was feeling, Beatrice had a variety of responses. She’d inform Shannon, stony-faced, that she was fine, that it didn’t matter, or just change the topic completely. Occasionally, when she did open up, it was almost always accompanied by a preface: this is ridiculous, but —

It’s a habit that stuck through her adolescence, a sense that emotions could only be discussed after having gained distance from them, after positioning them as inconsequential or unimportant. 

Shannon doesn’t really hear Beatrice talk like that anymore. Maybe it’s growing up and growing into herself, and being away from her parents. Maybe it’s Ava’s influence, and how she wants to put every one of Beatrice’s feelings under light and examine it and take it seriously. Or maybe it was a conscious choice, out of fear that Diego might pick it up, might start to speak and think in the same way. 

"Yeah," Diego says. "It’s just nice, isn’t it? It’s really nice."

"It is," Shannon replies. 

There’s a beat, and then Diego admits, "I wanted to try it because of what you said. You said that camping trips were your favourite thing when you were a kid."

Actually, what Shannon said was that family camping trips were her favourite, but this omission, it seems, has been made deliberately: Diego is watching her very carefully, now, his fingers tugging at his hoodie sleeve. 

"Is this like the ones you remember?" he asks. 

"Well, my brother used to snore like a tractor," Shannon answers, and Diego’s nose crinkles in amusement. "But other than that, they were exactly like this." 

Diego nods, satisfied, and the two of them sit there a little longer, until Diego yawns, and then he’s off again, saying goodnight to Shannon before disappearing back into his nest, wriggling a bit closer to Ava before going still.

#it's been 84 years etc etc #this was supposed to be 5k but once u add the over rewriting of the me it doubles in size #do a flip #sunsafewriting #avatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic

[closetcasefabray]

Pleeeassee some avatrice fic recommendations, pretty pretty please . slow burns. I want to read my eyes out. Thank you very much

sorry for the delay but i come with a few recs with links! (and my nicknames for them)

choose the devil I know (over the heaven I don’t) aka Firefighter AU [WIP] - reverse slow burn - they don’t talk about their feelings but they have a lot of sex and then the emotional slowburn fucks. me. up. love to see/read it. @sapphicstacks is a real one but also p much lured me in, making me be like “yesss firefighter pxrn” and then it turned into “oh no i fEEL TOO MUCH” (in a good way)

not exactly slowburn, but there technically is a good amount of burning (S appreciate this)… if you want a s3 canon fic with some angst that squeezes your heart so hard but heals you at the same time (also gets quite horny), read Sixth to the Ninth Hour [Complete] aka Ava Walks Through Hell (to get back to Bea) [canon compliant]. i recently reread and yelled at @snowandwolves about it. they also have a new fic that’s slowburn and 🥹 it’s so good—leave the light on (i'll find my way home) [WIP] aka Lighthouse AU where ava isn’t sure where she wants to go or what to do in life but she finds herself working with bea at a lighthouse and it’s just the two of them building a routine and life together as they navigate their own internal things and their feelings for each other.

i can’t talk slowburn and not include @sunsafewriting—Do A Flip [WIP] rewired my brain chemistry—diego 🥹 ava taking him to aikido 🥹 ava taking every opportunity to befriend bea 🥹 ava’s so so patient and gentle 🥹 diego loves bea 🥹 (+ lilith cannot stand being in the same room as ava & bea bc gOD they’re unbearable 😂) their chosen family is so fucking important to me. also by sunsafe, Favourable Conditions [WIP] aka Pirate AU - has so much yearning it makes me feel stupid - bea is daughter of the commodore, ava is the governor’s niece aka off-limits (not because the gay but bc authority etcetcetc) but ava finds every way to push limits. bea has to call her Miss Silva despite ava’s insistance—“Can you think of me as Ava, just in your head?” Miss Silva requests. “Even if you never say it.”

i’m also currently reading If Saint and Angels Spoke of Love [WIP] by mermaiddrunk, aka Catholic HS AU. it’s ruining/saving my life rn. bea is a nun at a catholic high school. ava is the new english literature teacher. they both can’t seem to stay away from each other.

let me know if this suffices or if you’ve read these all already 😘

#fic recs #warrior nun #warrior nun fanfic #warrior nun fic recs #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fanfic #sunsafewriting #sapphicstacks #snowandwolves #mermaiddrunk

[princington]

Beatrice’s restraint is sharp yet precarious, like a blade balanced on its point.

“Are you attempting to influence my decision?” Beatrice asks, after a long beat, when she is again capable of asking.

Ava tilts her head. “If you were so easily influenced, there are a great number of things I would’ve done many years ago to convince you,” she asserts. “But you’re so devastatingly principled.”

It does, in this moment, feel devastating.

favourable conditions ch4 by @sunsafewriting

#avatrice #avatrice fan art #fic rec #author rec: sunsafewriting #ava silva #warrior nun #sister beatrice #my art #oh the them.... i am bad with words just the them!!! #princington

[daisychainsandbowties]

any avatrice recs :)))) have already read all your fics and now i am depression (genuinely daydream abt ur star wars au daily)

i could hype each of these fics individually but basically if it’s here i think it’s incredible and you have to read it 💖💖🥰

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the sweetest taboo// 1930s au &

i know now what no angel knows// fallen angel au by @dumpsterfireofsubtext

indy au part 1 & part 2// or, ava peels an orange & makes me feel insane 🫠🫠🫠 by @estherthenormal

lemon drop boy// t boy ava au

lazarus woke with a kiss// scp/ lab rat ava au &

how to stitch holes in the sky// dragon age au, all by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain

teach me to love (as you have loved me)// this is. yeah. this is beautiful. newbea au by @birgittesilverbae (💖💖 ily)

beyond our space and starlight// eldritch au by @thistleation

escape attempt number whatever thousand, some hundred and four, probably// hades au by @foulbearobservation

do a flip// aikido gfs au by @sunsafewriting

if saints and angels spoke of love// (bea is a math teacher & ava’s basically the guy from dead poets society) by @mermaidandthedrunks

choose the devil i know (over the heaven i don’t)// firefighter au by @sapphicstacks

leave the light on (i’ll find my way home)// lighthouse au by @snowandwolves

on the run from a losing game// chef au by @fiddleabout

this must be the place// lumberjack au by @littledata

love thy neighbour// my fav roommates au. pokemon strap-on fic 😌🙏

turning sun into sugar, spinning straw into gold// pnw au by @gohandinhand

the world is just an illusion (trying to change you)// roadtrip au, &

a lover, or something of mine// reincarnation au by @smokestarrules

who needs comfortable love// sentient halo au by @the-ominous-owl

this celestial glow is blinding// firewatch au

the thought of high windows// 60s au

pull back the curtains for venus// alien bea au &

of greater marvels yet to be// fleabag au, all by @seabiscuits-us

#warrior nun #avatrice #i probably missed some i love i just went through my ao3 bookmarks & sometimes i’m so gay about the fic i forget 😭😭 to press the button #others i might just have not read 🥺 i only recced ones i’ve actually read but i have a ton left to get to #but yeah 🥰🥰 enjoy i hope you find some new stuff in here #fic rec! #anon #uhhh if i didn’t tag someone blog it’s bc i don’t know who they are 🫠

[mpliego]

been thinking about favourable conditions by @sunsafewriting for weeks... so I made something :)

#warrior nun #avatrice #illustration #fan art #digital art #fan fiction #fic rec #warrior nun fanart #i know i said i was gonna post art about something other than warrior nun #and i am #but this fic is so good #and these ideas just wouldn't leave my mind #so here we are #the brainrot is real #and at least it's feeding my creativity #pirates?! ava in a corset?! beatrice in uniform?! #winning formula

[simplyavatrice]

Avatrice fanfic recommendation???

a beggar in the morning - @thecousinsdangereux

how shall i speak of doom - @thirteenyasmin

peach plum pear - @lightsaroundyourvanity

mirages of you - @justawhitewall

on the run from a losing game - @fiddleabout

winter hymnal - @mermaidandthedrunks

To climb a tree - @frenchsoda

desperate times, desperate measures - @adeledazeem

who needs comfortable love - @the-ominous-owl

Do a Flip - @sunsafewriting

come back (even as a shadow, even as a dream) - @karatam

of greater marvels yet to be - @seabiscuit

move the kitchen table out to the lawn - @care

the tie between us is very fine - @mitchelljoni

eternal silence of these infinite spaces - @lovepotionnumber5

i sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy - @littlepacketofchips

and there it is, a mark of the divine - @understreetlights

so many of these authors have other outstanding fics you can find on their profiles too.

this fandom is absolutely stacked with talent.

#avatrice #avatrice fic recs #apologies if i couldn't find your tumblr #or if i missed someone lol #there's too many of you! #but all of these people are amazing

[lexa-el-amin]

Warrior Nun - Avatrice: Fan Fiction Recs

let's start with favorite authors:

everything by @sunsafewriting is next level. favorite stories are favourable conditions (pirate au!! the pining in this!) and do a flip (ava and bea take care of little diego! so adorable).

seabiscuit! they are all my favorite but if i had to rank them i'd say the thought of high windows (60s AU, Bea is very repressed and Ava very gay), of greater marvels yet to be (Bea is a nun in a church archive, Ava studies theology and falls in love in said archive), pull back the curtain for venus (Bea is an alien sent to earth to explore, she falls in love with Ava, obviously) and if mine, then yours (and so all yours) (switzerland fic, Ava sees Bea naked accidently and has a gay awakening).

@simplykorra is keeping us entertained singlehandely with all her fics, my favorite remains to be let me photograph you in this light (in case this is the last time) (set after season 2, Bea goes back to Switzerland and tries to live her life like Ava wanted her to).

then some tropes etc.:

my favorite switzerland stories are definitely show me something of a reckoning (fake dating!) and the gods we can touch (mutual pining!)

christmas fluff? christmas fluff! Snapshots for the future is set after season one. Bea wants to arange a perfect christmas for Ava, even if they are on the run from Adriel.

tension! pining! Ava and her stupid (and successful) plans to make Beatrice kiss her: Hickey AU and the to do list are the way to go! (honorary mention: To climb a tree by @frenchsoda. Bea is a personal trainer and Ava is very gay for her)

the planets & fates & all the stars aligned (i couldn’t lose) by @possibilistfanfiction (every wlw pairing needs a footy au! Bea and Ava are both professional football players and fall in love, obviously)

Whisks Worth Taking (a Bake Off AU) where Ava is a punny comedian and Beatrice a five star chef and they film a baking show together

can i get your house key? where Bea and Ava are roomates and besties and secretly in love with each other

#warrior nun #avatrice #avatrice fanfic #everyone is free to add their favorites!

[appleciders]

Tagged by @explosionshark! thank u so much!! sorry it took me a minute i shuffled them and wrote them down the day you tagged me but it took me till now to post lol

Rules: put all of your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that pop up. Tag however many people you want, to keep it going, if you want to, of course.

(I listen to music like all spread out on a ton of playlists, so i don’t have a unified library, but i just hit shuffle on my “on repeat” spotify playlist lmao)

Crowded Table - The Highwomen

Masterpiece (Mona Lisa) - Jazmine Sullivan

Man to Man - Dorian Electra

Ciara - Sudan Archives

Walking Into Battle With the Lord - Chumbawamba

Cerritos Custom - The Mexican Weirdoh’s

My Love - Florence + The Machine

Hottie - Flo Milli

Lynchpin - Dan Mangan

Dártelo - Ruzzi

No pressure to do it at all tagging @weirdandoffputtingpussy @rasam @appleseedsofdiscord @dykeydays @dykerory @kchzndrvh @random-french-girl @talaricula @beatricexbenedick @lightning-in-your-teeth @purplecowboywombatgoth @daisychainsandbowties @gohandinhand @princington @birgittesilverbae @suchacomet @sunsafewriting!! anyone else who wants to - please feel free to say i tagged you <3

#tagging stresses me out bad lol so if i tagged you and you don't want to! ignore it! if i didn't tag you i meant to and im sorry ;-; #and briana - listen rhcp may have like 5 million variations on one song but it's a GOOD song #incredible song to think about longboarding to while you sit on a curb and the sun sets over the hills. so i am at ur DEFENSE #101 is us holding hands #tag game

[the-ominous-owl]

12, 19, 28

asdfas hi em thank you <3

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

of wn, not really cos it's all so good. maybe the switzerland ones, for obvious reasons

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

not really, just random waves of inspiration that i ride until they crash me into the cliff-face of writers' block

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

limiting it to three is just so rude cos there are so fucking many breathtakingly awesome writers in this fandom, but fineeee if you're gonna make me pick, off the top of my head - @seabiscuits-us is awesome because they do this thing with words that i don't understand but it fills them with new and awesome power and i am in awe; @sunsafewriting has somehow managed to capture the exact feeling of being all cozy in bed under a thick blanket when its raining outside but you don't have anywhere to be and turned it into ficwords; and @birgittesilverbae for the absolutely bonkers rollercoaster of 🥹 to 🥺 that has been inflicted upon me

ask me things i'm procrastinating

#owly answers things #owly writes things

[sunsafewriting]

favourable conditions - chapter 4 (3.9k)

chapter excerpt:

Beatrice doesn’t sleep that night, but still, there are routines that can’t be broken. 

She slips out of bed, dresses, and runs.

She runs too far and too fast to pretend it’s only exercise for the sake of conditioning. She runs until she can’t breathe, until the muscles in her left side cinch tight and burn, and still, she runs. 

This time, she changes her route and heads for the beach, keeping the Governor’s manor safely out of view. 

It doesn’t matter if Ava is awake. It doesn’t matter if there’s a light on. A candle isn’t a signal, only a flicker in the dark. 

Beatrice knows that; she knows better .

And yet. 

There is still the impulse to find Ava and demand something of her, to tug her close by both her hands, to hold her the way she has always held Beatrice, even without touching. 

But there would be no use in any of it.  

This was always going to happen. 

(Beatrice remembers the first parade of suitors, when they were eighteen — remembers hearing about it second-hand from one of the other officers, and then sparring with Lilith until even Lilith’s usually inexhaustible fury was wrung out, and only Beatrice stood to go again. 

“What has got into you?” Lilith demanded, with something almost like approval. Lilith, the only person to ever like Beatrice more after Beatrice split her lip. 

And later, at the manor — Ava carrying on as she always had, barely waiting for Beatrice to take up her post in the foyer before abandoning her latest art project in favour of other pursuits. “I was informed by one of the guards that you speak Dahulean fluently.”

“Yes, Miss Silva.” 

“I have been teaching myself. Perhaps you might permit me to practise with you?” 

And then, in a lapse of restraint, unexpected and unstoppable, perhaps among the first things she ever said to Ava that she desperately desired to take back: “Wasn’t one of the young men here today from the Dahulea Isles? Surely he would’ve been the better candidate for this revision.” 

Ava fixed Beatrice with a delighted smile. “Are you keeping track of my suitors, Officer?” she asked, twirling her paintbrush to tap Beatrice’s chest with the wooden end, and smearing a streak of blue over her own wrist.

“No, Miss Silva. One merely hears things.” 

Untrue, and Ava might’ve known it, as she seemed to easily know all of Beatrice's secrets. 

“Regrettably, as I had to inform my uncle, they were each exceedingly ill-fitting as matches, although many of them were quite lovely.” 

“Your uncle heeds you on this matter?” 

Something passed across Ava’s face, then — not anger, exactly, but not unlike it. “For now,” she said. And then the unease was gone, replaced by the kind of amusement that Beatrice feared and longed for in equal measure, that was invariably the prelude to head-swimming dizziness. “Have you forgotten my request?”

“No, Miss Silva. I will practise with you.” 

It had not taken especially long for Beatrice to realise that the verbs Ava kept mixing up were very particular verbs with very particular meanings that did not, in fact, sound alike at all. Beatrice gently corrected her as often as she could, flushed and stammering herself, but Ava proved to have an inexhaustible number of mistakes ready to be made.)

#posting this early when no one is awake but me but w/e lmao #sorry for the insanely long wait but we are BACk in BUSINESS babey #sunsafewriting #ava x beatrice #avatrice #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic

[stars-and-birds]

Wenclair fic anon thanking you for the recs!!! I will take a gander! And if you're offering and willing on those WN fic recs, well, I wouldn't say no. :)

HIII ANON

Sorry this is late I was brainstorming but fuck it I’m going for it

So! Wn fic recs! Im new here so I’m just gonna do the ones off the top of my head lol

do a flip by @sunsafewriting. Wait are you the anon who recommended this to me in the first place? Either way, it’s brilliant I love it it’s so adorable.

a lover, or something of mine by @smokestarrules. Brilliant. Literally incredible. I just finished reading it today and it’s sooo good. Another fic author who I would recommend any of their fics. Reincarnation au so ofc it will make you cry.

Eternal silence of these infinite spaces by @lovepotionnumber5 super good. Martian ah which I never would have thought of but it’s really good

there are more but I have a huge fucking headache right now and I have homework so maybe another time. Definitely check out the first two’s other fics as well (haven’t read the third authors other fics but they are probably also great as well). Happy reading anon :)

#Ask #anon

[princington]

Only she passes straight by him and throws herself instead at a girl who’s just walked through the door, hugging her tightly, kissing her cheek one-two-three times.

Do a Flip Ch 4 by @sunsafewriting

#avatrice #fic rec: do a flip #author rec: sunsafe #avatrice fic #my art #PLEASe read this fic if you havent already it is a blessing it is a joy it is a wonder #author rec: sunsafewriting

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[sunsafewriting]

for the prompt: do a flip universe + TLOU

“Well, obviously more than one. Two or three, at least, right?” Ava says. 

She's got her head in Beatrice's lap, having usurped the print-out Beatrice was reading a few minutes ago. It's inarguably the best setup in the world: she's got the whole rest of the couch to stretch out on, and both of Beatrice's hands on her — one gently stroking back her hair, the other resting on Ava's arm. 

“Three seems like a lot,” Beatrice replies.

But that’s not a no, and Ava can work from there. “Diego will help us, won't you, bud?” 

He looks over at them from where he's sitting on the carpet, sketching out a new comic. He prefers to draw on the floor rather than at the table, which is presumably because the artistic vibes are simply better lower to the ground. “Totally,” he confirms. 

Ava beams at Beatrice, reaching up to catch her wrist, to sweep her thumb over the soft skin there. “See? We can do three. Or four.”

There’s a moment of deliberation, but Ava knows when she’s won. Not only does Beatrice have about six different tells — microscopic, but observed by Ava over the years and lovingly documented — but also Ava has a compelling track record when it comes to this sort of thing. 

“Okay. Three,” Beatrice agrees. “But four is definitely too many.”

“True. It might get confusing.”

“Also, I don't feel that a zombie apocalypse is likely enough to merit four separate survival plans.” 

“HBO makes a very compelling case, babe. A lot of things can go wrong.” 

Which Beatrice is aware of, because she sure doesn't turn a lot of pages of her book while Ava's watching The Last of Us on the TV. 

“Plus, it's best to be prepared,” Ava adds. “You love being prepared. This way, we have a backup for our backup.”

While Ava still prefers a general guns-blazing, swing-first-think-second approach to life, she has come to appreciate the value of planning ahead. For example, she’s managed to streamline her morning routine to maximise the window of time she has for making out with Beatrice before one of them has to go to class or work. 

“I have paper,” Diego says. “We can write them up now. I think the most important thing is probably to get a catapult, or a sword. But there aren’t a lot of good places around here to get swords.” 

“Put down get a sword as step one anyway, that’s a great start,” Ava tells him. “I also vote that we steal a really cool car for step two. Obviously, it has to be heavy-duty enough to plough through zombies, but the most important thing is that it’s super dope. Better than Mary’s. I’ve got to have this, because you know she’s going to out-apocalypse me.” 

“Steal a car,” Diego echoes back. “Brackets, cool.”

He’s been getting very into brackets, as of late. Also semicolons, but he seems to just pepper them into sentences whenever he wants, with no regard for their intended function. Although it’s very possible that he actually does understand how they work, and is just drunk on the power of learning a new punctuation mark. 

“Clean water. Or some means of effectively decontaminating water,” Beatrice suggests. 

Ava shakes her head. “No, that’s too legit. We can put that in our, like, good plan. The second plan. This first one should just be based on what you’d most want to do if all of society fell apart.” 

“I’d most want to make sure we had clean drinking water.”

“It has to be ridiculous and fun. Like, we should also steal a boat. The zombies most likely won’t be able to swim. And I think I’d rock a captain’s hat.”

“Or a pirate hat,” Diego supplies. “Boat is step three. Hat is step four.” 

“Exactly. See?”  

“This is starting to seem less like a survival plan and more like a list of your dream crimes.”

“The beauty of the apocalypse is that nothing is a crime,” Ava tells her. She kisses the back of Beatrice’s hand and then nudges it back up to her hair. Beatrice automatically resumes her steady, gentle motions, and Ava settles into the feeling with a pleased hum. 

“Well, I don’t really have a list of dream crimes.”

Ava can’t say that comes as a surprise. Beatrice does have a list of dream bookstores to visit though. If the zombie situation isn’t too out of control, they could totally manage to hit a few of those locations post-apocalypse, too. 

“You can borrow some of mine,” Diego offers generously.

Ava nods. “And then we can put your clean water in the third plan.”

“I thought it was going in the second?” 

“I demoted it. I think our second plan should be to secure a mall. Then we’ve got everything we need. We can just lock all the doors and keep the zombies out. Boom. Nailed it. Can’t have a boat in a mall, though, so that needs to be its own separate plan.”  

Malls are also currently in Ava’s good books because when she went to buy a jacket last week, she got to kiss Beatrice in the changing room. But they’re also strategically defensible strongholds. Never let it be said that Ava's decision-making is too heavily influenced by opportunities to make out with Beatrice. Even though it is. 

“That’s so smart,” Diego says, scribbling down the idea on another sheet of paper. “Malls even have water, too, so that works for everyone.” 

“And we should get a horse for the mall.”

“How does the horse help with the zombies?”

“I don’t know, but that had horses in The Last of Us, and it just feels right.” 

“So then also cowboy hats,” Diego reminds her.  

“Of course.” 

#we have been watching TLOU and im super enjoying it #anyway doing little short prompts is fun so little stress #sunsafewriting #avatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic

[sunsafewriting]

AU. Ava starts a dumb YouTube channel where she makes complicated recipes badly. Maybe people show up for that, but they kind of stick around for her conversations with her roommate - who stays off-screen. Mostly.

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chapter 3 excerpt:

Autopilot gets Ava as far as the bathroom, but then she’s stuck staring at the towels on the rack: one is navy, and the other is orange and printed with a bunch of little frogs. And Ava has to grab the right one. For Beatrice. Which is. The. 

(Any moment now, her brain is going to kick into gear again, and she's going to manage to seem totally normal.)

Which is the navy one . Boom. Nailed it. 

She skids back out into the living room, and is confronted once more with the image of Beatrice in the entryway, flushed from her run, her bare arm raised to tug a strand of wet hair out of her eyes.  

Brain in gear, Ava reminds herself sternly. Brain in gear, brain —

"Is something —" 

"Nope!" 

Ava practically throws the towel at Beatrice and then clasps her hands together firmly behind her back — not her smoothest move ever, but a worthwhile investment, because it stops her from doing anything stupid. 

(Except all the stupid things that Ava is thinking of are starting to feel smarter by the second. Like, Nobel Prize-winning, MacArthur Genius Grant-getting, world-changingly smart.) 

Beatrice wipes away the worst of the rain in a fashion that is completely utilitarian and somehow all the more mesmerising for it. Efficiency is hot . Except that it means this will be over quickly. Ideally, then, Beatrice should be incredibly efficient but achieve nothing, so the two of them can stay here forever. 

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me?" Beatrice asks. 

"No," Ava denies. She’s a good friend, a respectful friend. She’s such a good friend that her eyes have not even once gone to — nevermind. "Um, yeah."

Beatrice pauses, the towel twisted in her hands. She looks at Ava, just briefly, and it’s not a reprimanding look or an irritated look or even a confused look. In fact, Ava can’t decode Beatrice’s expression at all. Maybe, if she was operating at full capacity, she’d stand a chance, but as it is, too many of Ava’s mental resources are being rerouted elsewhere. 

"I'm going to go have a shower. Thank you for the towel." Beatrice points to the counter. "You might want to get your phone."

"Huh?"

"It’s buzzing."

Oh. So it is. 

Beatrice’s shoulder just barely brushes Ava’s as she passes by her and heads down the hall. 

Ava counts herself through a few deep breaths — not normally something she does unless she’s panicking, and she’s not panicking exactly — and forces all systems back online. 

She picks up her phone. A dozen questions are visible in the banner: who was that girl, why was she there, are they friends, is Ava dating her, is she single, is she that much taller than Ava or is it the angle, and on and on and on.

Jesus. 

At least it was a Live, which means it’s disappeared off the internet now; at least Beatrice was only in a tiny part of the frame; at least only a fraction of her subscribers were actually watching. 

Since she started this whole YouTube thing, Beatrice has been nothing but supportive and encouraging. She got Ava around a copyright strike so that she could still include a bit from Gossip Girl that was absolutely essential for a joke; she taught Ava how to write and add closed captions; she’s helping her research which camera to buy to improve the quality of her footage without cleaning out her savings. 

And all Beatrice has ever asked in return is that Ava respects her privacy. She hasn’t even asked , not in so many words; she's just trusted Ava with that responsibility. 

And Ava has already fucked it up. She should’ve done the Live in her room, or realised that the storm meant that Beatrice might be back early, or —

She should probably also wait until Beatrice is done with her shower to apologise to her, but the idea of holding out for another five minutes makes her stomach churn, and Ava’s already burned through all her self-control for the day. 

#yes i changed the chapter account again #i will only be taking questions through my lawyer at this time #avatrice #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic #sunsafewriting #ava x beatrice

[sunsafewriting]

Do a Flip Extended Cinematic Universe: Ava POV Edition

chapter 1 - scenes in bedrooms (i)

excerpt:

All the most important buttons on Ava’s shirt are done up when she answers the door, so there’s really no reason for Beatrice’s gaze to immediately reroute to the ceiling. 

“Sorry, nearly ready,” Ava says, grabbing Beatrice’s hand and dragging her through the apartment. “I’m not sold on this outfit, though, so you can help me pick something better.”

“Uh, I — I’m not really qualified to give fashion advice, Ava.”

“Sure you are! You have great taste. You always look hot. Help me look hot.” 

Beatrice turns an extremely satisfying shade of pink. 

Lately, Ava’s half-sure that they’re almost, sort of, kind of, a tiny bit getting closer to where she badly wants them to be. 

But Beatrice seems maybe a little genuinely panicked at the prospect of having to reply to that, though, so Ava dials it back. 

“Or you can wait here silently while I pick,” she amends, nudging Beatrice over to sit on the edge of the bed while Ava returns to the open mess of her closet. 

Her closet, which creaks, which has a latch that never holds — and which also has a crappy mirror fixed on the inside of the door, meaning that Ava can see how Beatrice holds herself so carefully, but doesn’t move to get up or retreat.

In the end, Beatrice is not at all helpful, and nods in agreement to every single option that Ava presents, even the obviously bad ones. 

Ava changes in the bathroom, and when she comes back, Beatrice is exactly where she left her, looking across the room at the plant that hasn’t been dying in months. It turns out that overwatering is a thing, even if Ava can’t ever imagine having too much of anything: everything she wants, she wants all of it. 

They should really go — they’re meeting the others at Ava’s bar, where Hans will ply them with discounted drinks — but given that Beatrice is terminally early, Ava figures they’ve probably got at least a few spare minutes. She drops down beside Beatrice on the edge of the bed and loops their arms together. 

“Hey, Ava?” 

Beatrice is frowning slightly, and for a second, Ava’s worried that she’s pushed too much, too fast. 

“Yeah?”

“What do you call it if you help someone steal a mattress?”

Already, a smile is tugging at Ava's mouth. “What?”

“Aiding and abedding.” 

Beatrice looks so pleased when Ava laughs, and that’s the best part of all of it, easy. 

[read the rest on ao3] [if you have followed through the sprawl of this story <3]

#as promised it only took me a million years #thank you for your patience #avatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice fic #do a flip #sunsafewriting #avatrice fanfic