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Crincher (@crincher)

“Pattern Recognition”

When Dr. Sharpe realizes that her and Sara’s human counterparts are lovers, she decides to investigate further, never expecting what she’ll find out about herself in the process. The first of an endearing and thought-provoking three-part series about love overcoming programming.

robot!avalance, < 5.000 words, rated T

lucylikestowrite (@directoravasharpe)

“the sweetest felony”

Sara and Ava are feuding detectives who make a high-stakes bet on who can make the most felony arrests in a year. A charming Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU that never runs out of witty one-liners.

B99 AU, < 10.000 words, rated T

dontshootmesara (@weendycarr)

“But on a Wednesday, in a cafe I watched it begin again”

When plans and power fail, aspiring writer Ava and coffee shop owner Sara spend Christmas Eve together. A very sweet story with atmospheric details that pull you in.

coffee shop AU, < 15.000 words, rated M

TheTruthAboutLove (@thetruthaboutlovecomesat3am)

all the lives I've ever lived (they were leading me here)

Sara touches an unknown artifact that leads her on a journey through the multiverse where she encounters alternate versions of Ava in different timelines. Part one of a very touching four-part series about Sara and Ava always finding each other.

TheTruthAboutLove (@thetruthaboutlovecomesat3am)

all the lives I've ever lived (they were leading me here)

AU, < 75.000 words, rated T

Crincher (@crincher)

Pattern Recognition

robot!avalance, < 5.000 words, rated T

lucylikestowrite (@directoravasharpe)

“the sweetest felony”

B99 AU, < 10.000 words, rated T

dontshootmesara (@weendycarr)

“But on a Wednesday, in a cafe I watched it begin again“

coffee shop AU, < 15.000 words, rated M

Not wanting to take Ava for granite, Sara prepares her canvas and gets to work on her latest masterpiece. Ava wants to make an impression on Sara, and she’s ready for her bust to be admired.

Different Strokes for Different Folks

As Sara draws her behind the Birth of Venus, Ava hushes, “I’m not into performance art, babe!”

Rapturously sculpting Ava’s bust, Sara impresses, “I just want to appreciate the masterpiece in front of me.”

Technique as flawless as ever, Sara engraves her expressionist calligraphy into Ava’s prominently displayed sculptures. 

“Is this going to be an interactive exhibit?” Ava flourishes as Sara curates a collage of moans from her. 

Sara’s creative fingers use mixed media to stroke and embellish Ava’s oil-painted canvas.

Tenderly, Sara traces her initials into her handiwork as Ava designs a romantic drip painting with her scorching kiln. 

Wanting to save Santa a trip, Sara and Ava decide to be naughty and unwrap each other early. This Christmas, everything is merry and bright and Santa won’t be the only one coming down Sara’s chimney.

Wanna Scrooge?

Holly already decorates their brand new porch as Sara finds her favourite present under the tree. 

“Oh, is that a candy cane in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” she wonders.

Languidly ringing Sara’s bells, Ava advents, “Want to unwrap your gift and see?”

“I’ve been very naughty this year, do I still get something nice?” Sara harks.

“Deck my halls and find out, babe,” Ava tides.

Ava shudders as Sara unwraps her stuffed parcel and gifts, “Christmas came early but you better not.”

Yule log gleaming in Sara’s talented hands, Ava is filled with festive joy as she says, “Be my star, I want you on top.”

Sara’s tasty chestnuts are already roasting by Ava’s open fire. 

Pinning Sara like a stocking above the chimney with care, Ava presents, “My heart isn’t the only thing that grows three inches.”

“I need you to make this Yuletide gay,” Sara sings as Ava’s fingers search out all of Sara’s merry trimmings.

Riding Ava’s sleigh, Sara moans, “I’m gonna jingle all the way!”

Igniting Sara’s fire with her yule log, Ava shimmies down her chimney. 

Treetops aren’t the only things that glisten as holiday cheer spreads all over.

On Ava’s birthday, Sara invites her to employ her extensive organisational skills. Already hot under the collar, Ava agrees to manage Sara’s accounts and catalogue her spreadsheets.

The Fine Print

Pushing supplies off Ava’s desk, Sara hops on and forwards, “I hope you don’t mind the mess.”

Registering Sara’s lingerie, Ava scolds, “That’s hardly appropriate office attire.”

Executive decision made, Ava begins Sara’s thorough debriefing.

Sara presents Ava with her extensive dossiers and administrates, “The tabs on these need organizing, Director Sharpe.”

Eagerly complying, Ava begins color-coding and patents, “You’re doing exceedingly well, Miss Lance.”

Needing to sort out Sara’s already overflowing filing cabinet, Ava delegates her fingers downwards to furiously flick through Sara’s rolodex. 

Toner cartridges drench Ava’s fingers and Sara gives her birthday performance review, “Five Stars, baby!”

The weather outside might be frightful, but Sara finds Ava’s fires of passion to be delightful. Ready to take a walk in Ava’s wonderland, Sara’s hoping to let it snow on this white Christmas.

Dreaming of a White Christmas

Snow falling outside, Sara lounges on the bearskin rug in front of the crackling fireplace.

“Need me to warm you up a little?” Ava gusts.

On her hands and knees, Ava molds her fingers over tightly packed snowballs, defrosting the snowy peaks under her palms.

“Wanna take a walk in my winter wonderland?” Sara flurries. 

Melting into Ava’s fiery touch, Sara moans as Ava’s fingers drift down to her thawing ice crevasse. 

Ava’s fingertips ski across an iceberg before taking a sleigh ride into Sara’s cozy valley. 

Northern lights dust Sara’s vision as Ava sets off an avalanche of ecstasy.

After returning from a long campaign, Sir Lance-A-Lot is ready to retire her sword, and Ava lets down her drawbridge and invites her knight to batter her castle walls.

A Knight to Remember

Chastity belt already unlocked, Sara finds Ava’s jousting arena well-prepared for a chivalrous engagement.

Ava enchants Sara with her Rapunzel-like tresses of gold as she slays armour from Sara’s body.

Meanwhile, Sara’s fingers confer with the battle-hardened knights of Ava’s round tables.

Excalibur at the ready, Sara lines her legendary blade up with Ava’s glistening sheath. 

“Lance-a-lot,” Ava challenges breathily, “I want you to invade my castle keep!”

Odes of praise spill from Ava’s lips as she becomes one with Sara’s hefty sword.

Tongues dueling in mythical battle, Sara finishes her conquest as Ava’s love ballads rival any minstrel’s sonnets.