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Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice Rating: M Word Count: 17k Multi-Chapter (3/3)

Summary:

overture (n.): in music, an introduction, the orchestral piece that signifies that something is about to begin

It’s funny how quickly things change. 

Almost two years ago, Beatrice Young and Ava Silva were strangers, separated by hundreds of seats and one fateful door. Now, in the mountains of Switzerland, they face an important question together: who is going to propose first?

Snippet:

Beatrice Young smiles as the wheels of the plane hit the runway, rattling both the plane and the woman asleep on her shoulder. 

“What the fu-” Ava startles awake. 

“We’re landing,” Beatrice says, voice laced with humor. (Not skittish and proud.) 

“Mhm,” Ava hums through a yawn. She lifts her head to sit upright, taking a deep breath and blowing the air back out fast and angled high enough to ruffle her bangs. “How long was I out?” 

“An hour or so.” Beatrice says, gently fixing a stray strand of hair that had flipped to the wrong side of Ava’s part. “You slept most of the flight.” 

“Damn,” Ava laughs. “I keep forgetting how close Switzerland is to England.” 

“Close?” Beatrice raises her eyebrows. 

“Listen, Shannon talked Mary and I into taking spring break in California one year, and the flight from JFK to LAX was like five and a half hours, if I remember correctly,” Ava says. “In the states, this is practically nothing.” 

Beatrice hums in understanding. 

“The flight from London to Moscow is four hours,” she muses. “So I suppose I can see why it could be considered close.” 

“Look at me, right as always,” Ava teases, attempting to kick her feet up for emphasis but having not nearly enough room to do so. She puts her feet back down with an impressive amount of dignity. “I love winning.” 

“I wasn’t aware we were in a position to be winning or losing.” 

“That’s cause you aren’t in the winner mindset,” Ava says, tapping her own forehead with one finger. “If you’ve got it up here, then you can get it anywhere you want.” 

Beatrice laughs. 

“Sure.”

The fasten-seatbelt light turns off above their heads, and a wave of clicks from all around them sound as people get out of their seats and gather their belongings. Beatrice stands and opens their overhead compartment, lowering Ava’s tote bag and her backpack into Ava’s lap and her empty seat respectively. 

“Thank you,” Ava smiles up at her, hair staticky and indentations from the creases in Beatrice’s shirt on her cheek. 

Really, it shouldn’t be as charming as it is, but even after all this time, Beatrice revels in how easily she’d bend to and follow Ava's every whim. She reaches and brushes her cheek with the pad of her thumb as she sits back down, like she’s trying to smooth down the marks on her face, but it’s more an excuse to touch her than anything else. 

The rows in front of them slowly begin to clear, until there’s only two rows in front of them left. Ava unfolds her cane beside her, and, once there’s room, they squeeze through the narrow aisle until they hit the jetbridge, where Ava’s wheelchair is waiting. Beatrice eases her tote off of her shoulder as Ava collapses her cane, placing it into her lap when she sits down. 

“Ready?”

“Remember,” Bee reminds them as they approach their neighbor’s house, “Abby and David adopted Neil only a month ago, so this is his first time meeting some new friends. He’s only a year younger than you. Be nice, okay? And don’t push too much if he’s shy. If you don’t know if he’ll be okay with a hug or something like that, just ask him yes or no first.”

“Okay,” the twins chorus back, before sprinting towards the door in hopes of pressing the doorbell first.

(Aaron wins, but it’s a close thing.)

“Well hello, kiddos!” Abby answers the door with a grin. “David! Kevin! Neil! The Dobsons are here!”

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Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice (For the AvaTrice Big Bang 2024!)

Rating: E

Word Count: 100k

Multi-Chapter (18/18) + Art Collaboration with @adlerdoodles!

Summary:

coda (n.): in music, a passage that brings a piece (or a movement) to an end

Ava Silva has everything she’s ever wanted. Her dream job designing lights for the Royal Ballet. An apartment bigger than a shoebox. A city to explore full of sexy accents and taxis that are all (yes, ALL) equipped with ramps. 

Beatrice Young has everything she’s ever wanted. A coveted spot as one of the youngest ever principal dancers at the Royal Ballet. The role of a lifetime. A routine that makes it so that she never has to worry about what happens next.

It’s funny how quickly things change. 

Teaser:

Ava Silva pushes back from the lighting board and throws her hands up, grinning. 

“I’m so fucking good,” she laughs. “So fucking good.” 

She grasps the pushrims of her chair and rolls back into place, tapping a few buttons to go a few cues back. With three taps of go, the lights on stage flash bright for a second then drop out, leaving only a cream-colored spotlight in the center of the stage. The cue is labeled The Kiss, and, frankly, it’s probably her favorite one in the entire show. (The other cue labels have no such dramatics. The one before it is called Romantic Foresty Shit 5.) She taps a few keys to reset back to cue 1. 

Make no mistake, Ava loves every single part of the work she’s done on this project. She’s spent the last few weeks squealing to herself in the booth as she designed scene after scene (after scene after scene). It’s been all ballrooms and forests and spells and one particular section of creating the effect of water around a prop boat that almost gave her an aneurysm. 

Working Swan Lake is a dream. Working Swan Lake at the Royal Ballet is an LSD trip hallucination that made her pinch herself every time she stepped into the building for a month after she started working. (She considered it a good luck charm, but she’s honestly surprised she hadn’t developed a little bruise on her forearm.) Even after all these months in London, Ava still can only half-believe she’s actually doing this. Sure, she has all the credentials or whatever. But the fact that she got an email a little over a year ago that said “pack your shit and get your ass across the pond” (paraphrased) feels more like the plot of a movie she’d watch than her actual life. 

But today is the first rehearsal she gets to run lights with the dancers. So shit’s realer now. 

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Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice Rating: T Word Count: 14k Multi-Chapter (4/5)

Summary:

“Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.” - Sappho ----- aka: Beatrice does her best thinking in Switzerland.

Teaser:

Beatrice opens her mouth but the words don’t come. She’s vaguely conscious of the fact that she’s sat herself upright, weight straddled over Ava’s hips. Her arms and hands, seconds ago in contact with Ava’s skin, now pause sort of uselessly in the air in front of her, pulled away in shock. She can see them rising and falling with the heaving of her chest, breaths huge and unstable, moving through her torso like waves. 

“Oh, Bea,” Ava repeats her name again, like she’s making up for lost time. She reaches upward, slowly, until her knuckles brush Beatrice’s cheek. “It’s okay.”

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Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice Rating: T Word Count: 18k Multi-Chapter (5/5)

Summary:

“Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.” - Sappho ----- aka: Beatrice does her best thinking in Switzerland.

Teaser:

“We now invite the passengers in first class to board.”

Beatrice reaches into her bag, feeling for her passport like it could have disappeared since she last checked maybe thirty seconds ago. (It hasn’t, for the record. It’s right underneath the spare jacket that she hasn’t used in months. Old habits die hard.) 

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Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice

Rating: T

Word Count: 9k

Multi-Chapter (2/?)

Summary:

“Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.” - Sappho

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aka: Beatrice does her best thinking in Switzerland.

Teaser: 

They have to pry Beatrice from the ledge of the Arc.

She walks out almost blindly, bumping her shoulder on corners and making wrong turns that Yasmine gently steers her away from. They box her in in a van she doesn’t register getting into, one on each side and one in the seat in front of her. Like she’s some kind of wild animal that needs containment, like the fight in her warrants an escort. She wants to tell them that there’s nothing to worry about. That there’s nothing left.

Instead, she stares straight ahead and wishes she was up to her neck in lake water, weight in her hands keeping her warm.