#Berena fic

[lilolilyr]

Serena leans against her, and Bernie smiles when Serena's head drops against her shoulder. Slowly, Bernie reaches for the remote and turns the volume of the telly down a bit before leaning back and watching the rest of the show while Serena sleeps.

for @squishmittenficfan

#lilo writes #lilo writes fanfic #holby city #berena #berena fanfic #my berena #mine #lilo creates #fic header #wlw #bernie wolfe #serena campbell #bernie x serena #my post #feb'24 #08.02.24 #berena fic #my holby city

[akaanonymouth]

“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?”  For the trauma prompt thingy please.

PTSD Mogadishu

Bernie’s recovering; she’s started talking more, they spend time together just sitting and walking, and watching tv, reading, and Serena cooks all the meals. But then Serena realises that Bernie’s made excuses for dinner three times, since she’s been off the hospital regulated meal replacement shakes.

She makes a lot of excuses at first, twists a fork around her plate, sometimes, when she does sit down, which is never for long once she lifts one to her mouth. 

Eventually, Serena broaches the subject, when they’re sat on the sofa, Serena having foregone her planned paella and chucked ice cream and bananas in a blender, tried not to watch as Bernie devoured it. 

“Sometimes I don’t think about it, because I’m hungry,” Bernie says, and Serena starts. It’s been an hour since Serena wordlessly handed her a milkshake, sat next to her on the sofa and put some mindless background noise on the television. Bernie studies it avidly, as though her Spanish has ever been good enough to follow the dramatics of a telenovela. “But then, when I’m not hungry, I think about it, and it sets it all off again. There’s no rhyme or reason,” Bernie shrugs, setting her empty cup onto the coffee table, still studiously avoiding Serena’s eyes. Serena watches as her fingers start to rub at the skin on her wrists, and it takes all of her will not to close the gap between them and engulf her in her arms. “It’s the texture, I think,” Bernie continues. “Not being hungry, everything aching and the effort it took to move any part of my face when stale bread was forced into my mouth by warm fingers,” Bernie swallows convulsively. “They were smoke stained, dirt stained, rough…large…” she swallows again, her fingers working harder at her wrists. “Being hungry, but only having rice. Dry, don’t even know if it had been cooked, or whether it was just left out. Crunchy. Makes your tongue feel funny when your mouth is already dry and you’re trying to swallow. Hard and dry and it rattles around your mouth that’s already hard and dry, and it’s like teeth, loose broken teeth rattling around your mouth, there’s no water, and the whole feels of it makes my tongue go numb, my brain itch-” Serena notices Bernie’s shift between first and second person, present and past tense, doesn’t quite know if she should intervene yet; it’s the most Bernie’s talked about any of it since they addressed her ribs and facial bruises, and that had rendered her mute for another three days. “And I have to swallow, I have to make myself swallow, got quicker at it, better at it, otherwise they…” she shudders. “I make myself, because if I have no strength when I need it, then I’ll never get out when I get the chance, never get to see Serena again-” 

Bernie’s breathing is quickening, she’s started rocking, so Serena leans forward and gently touches one of her hands. “Bernie,” she says, gently, and Bernie starts violently, wide eyes swinging wildly to Serena. Serena keeps eye contact, stroking her wrist gently, until Bernie visibly relaxes, the initial terror leaving her eyes.

“It was always for you, S’rena. Getting out,” she stares intently at Serena for seconds in which Serena hopes understanding and love shines through, before her eyes drop, buried under her fringe as she shrugs and smiles almost scathingly, her gaze now unable to settle. Her fingers scratch at Serena’s, instead of her own wrist. “It’s the textures. The warmth, the sounds in my head, being hungry, not being hungry… I don’t…It’s just…” she huffs, breathes deeply. “Just an awkward bastard I suppose.” She shrugs self-deprecatingly, but Serena refuses to let it go as a flippant conversation. 

“Bernie, no, you-”

Bernie pulls her hands away, grabbing at and running them through her hair and over her face. “I can’t even eat a meal with you, Serena!” she cries, voice breaking. “I don’t want your pity, I just want to be able to eat a plate of food with my partner without feeling sick and falling apart!” 

Bernie falls apart. 

Like grains of dry rice on a fork, Serena tries to hold her together. 

When Bernie wakes, mouth and eyes dry and everything else aching, she’s momentarily frozen. Blinking and breathing her way through the fear induced nausea to rationality, the events of the previous evening come back to her. She curls in on herself, ready to block out everything once again, until her eyes land on the bedside table, and a large glass of juice sat on it. 

Eventually, she makes her way to the kitchen, blinking in the almost midday sun streaming through the windows and open patio doors. Serena watches her approach, doesn’t move, doesn't even uncross a leg or close the book on her knee, waits until Bernie sits gingerly on the chair opposite her by the table laden with bowls of chopped fruit and some soft, milky looking things Bernie can’t even name. 

Serena pushes a mug of coffee towards her. “We’re in Spain,” she says, softly. “But even if we weren’t, wherever we are, you never have to eat dry food ever again.” 

Bernie takes a small piece of melon, pushes it between her lips, marvels at the way it melts in her mouth. She lifts her head to the sun, eyes closed. “You just have to keep talking to me,” Serena whispers. Bernie opens her eyes, finally meets Serena’s from under her fringe. Serena reaches her hand across the table. “But it’s alright,” she says, corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiles and Bernie tickles her wrist. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

#replies #fic prompts #berena fic #berena trauma prompts #my fic #Serena winks at the end obviously and Bernie's eyes crinkle and we all know they'll be ok eventually

[alisonscotlock]

wrote some fic??

#berena #bernie wolfe #serena campbell #holby city #berena fic #who'd have thunk i'd publish berena fic again! #idk what this is really i just had an idea and went with it #my fic #mine #bernie x serena #fanfiction

[ktlsyrtis]

Berena Advent 2023

Day 8 - Lingerie

The silky ribbon comes loose with barely a tug and falls to the floor, the lid follows soon after. Nestled in the bed of tissue is some of the most beautiful lingerie Serena has ever seen.

Gossamer thin lace the color of rosé is held together by satin so luminous it can only be silk, woven through with filaments of golden thread that make it practically shimmer in the fairy lights from the tree. Carefully she pulls the garment free, taking in how sheer it is, how small.

Very small.

Keeping the disappointment from her face, she smiles at Bernie. The very last thing Serena wants is to make her think she's done anything wrong.

"Darling, it's gorgeous! Thank you." She leans in to press a quick peck to Bernie's lovely mouth. "I'm a little worried about the fit though. Did you keep the receipt?"

Bernie's pleased smile turns wicked, one of her hands sliding up to the nape of Serena's neck, stopping her from moving too far. This time she initiates the kiss - longer, deeper, and filled with promise.

"I said it was your gift," she says in that low voice that makes Serena squirm, punctuating the words with another soft kiss. "I didn't say that you'd be wearing it."

#idk man #it just wouldn't leave my brain alone #berena #my fic #ficlet #berena advent 2023

[squishmittenficfan]

Bernie and Serena go for a little walk at the end of a boring conference.

#berena #fanfic #my fic #berena weekly fix #berena fix pier

[shippingsincebeforeyouwereborn]

I could see Berena in a few of these!

#imaging fun fic #bernie wolfe #serena campbell #berena aus

[starfleetwitch]

Would you ever update your berena fic? I really miss it and hoped there would be a lovely ending to it after all ghe pain

Hi ho Nonnymo! I assume you mean the one where Bernie's been bleeding out on the trauma unit floor for the past 5 years seeing as its literally traumatised me into never writing and publishing a long fic chapter by chapter ever again? ... Cause if so the answers yes. Yes I would update it. In fact I've got the next two chapters written and have SIGNIFICANTLY cut down the original plot to exclude the route I was going with the ex husbands. :D Thanks for the ask, sorry it took so long to answer (I wish these asks had dates)

#anonymous #ask #Berena #fic update

[fortytworedvines]

Weekly Berena fix: Simplicity

A quiet winter morning.

#berena #weekly berena fix #berena fix simplicity #my fic #quiet fluff #post canon

[daisydoctor13]

Please enjoy my first attempt at writing in 2 years for day 1 of @berenaadvent (thank you for organising it again this year!)

It felt odd to be writing again but a good odd, so hopefully I'll get a bit of inspiration through the next month to do a few more

#my fic #berena advent 2023 #matchmaker #berena #cannot believe I actually managed to write 500 words who is she

[defo-not-sfw]

Artwork inspired by @ktlsyrtis 's fic [Into your heart I'll beat again] You're doing gods work with your writing 😏

As always, please do not steal or repost this artwork on other sites 🙏🙏🙏🙏

#berena #bernie wolfe #serena campbell #rope bunny fic #shibari #jemma redgrave #catherine russell #gay #lesbian #bisexual #holy imagery my beloved #my work #my art

[seahorsepencils]

instrumental: chapter 2

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Holby City Rating: Mature Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe Characters: Serena Campbell, Bernie Wolfe Additional Tags: alternate universe - saxophone lessons, crack treated seriously Chapter Summary: In this chapter, we learn that Serena is a very driven saxophone instructor.

#saxophone instructor au #berena #blue murder #bernie wolfe #serena campbell #zoom booze no doom #fic #my stuff #my writing

[lilolilyr]

A Berena (Holby City) canon-divergence getting together fanfiction on Ao3, 2k G, no warnings

I wrote a snippet that's kind of a version of this with Serena calling Elinor for her birthday a while ago on tumblr (under the cut) here, but ended up writing more of a version with Bernie and Charlotte, now it's on Ao3!

Thanks @squishmittenficfan for helping me along! <3 I know it didn't turn out particularly long anyway, but without you as a sounding board it wouldn't have gotten posted at all!

My Berena tag list: @sapphicdbc @akaanonymouth @starfleetwitch @shippingsincebeforeyouwereborn @lavendelhummel, let me know if you want to get added or removed from the list!

#Berena #holby city #lilo writes fanfic #berena fic #berena birthdays #Lilo writes #my berena #my post #mine #tag list #berena tag list #wlw #jemma redgrave #catherine russell #jul'23 #13.07.23 #serena campbell #Charlotte dunn #bernie wolfe

[akaanonymouth]

Added another chapter, finally! It was only ever meant to be a one-shot, all wrapped around a scene I've still barely written yet 😂 hope this is ok!

#it's now or never so no beta lemme know if any awful mistakes #my fic #berena #berena fic

[pers-books]

In light of the revelation that Jemma Redgrave is a Gunners' fan I find myself pondering a fic where Bernie is a footie fan and takes Jason to matches - not only the ones for the local Holby footie team, but also to matches at the Emirates Stadium.

I'm still not up to writing following the loss of my mum, but if I were, I'd be tempted to write it.

#Fic Idea #Berena #Jason Haynes #Holby City

[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc: introducing serena stark the breaking of the world

the lives of King Viserys and Queen Aemma were more secret than the passages of the Red Keep, known to few but witnessed firsthand by one. 

The Lady Serena Stark of Winterfell, younger sister of Rickon Stark and ward of Lord Rodrik Arryn of the Eyrie. Fostered with the Lady Aemma in her youth, the girls were closer than friends, and oft considered each other the sisters they never had. 

They’d been together for everything. From Serena’s first blood to Aemma’s first girlhood love, to the very moment Prince Viserys arrived in the Vale for a Tourney celebrating the birth of Aemma’s nephew and the ascension of her half-brother Jonnel Arryn as heir. 

The Maesters would say it was love at first sight for the young couple, but only Serena Stark knew the truth. And she would take that secret with her to her grave beneath the crypts of Winterfell.

Until Aemma calls her to King’s Landing to help support her through her newest pregnancy, and with an ulterior motive Serena never expected from her chosen sister. 

Her brother Bennard warns her of vipers that lay in the south, waiting to nip at her heels and poison her in her sleep, while Rickon simply waves her off without a care in the world, too focused on his heavily pregnant wife and his lack of an heir. 

But Serena does not find herself among vipers, nor dragons. Rather, she finds herself intrigued by the courtly games the lords and ladies of the south play, with a desperate need inside her to join them. But perhaps most unusual of all, she always seems to find herself under the watchful eye of the Hightower itself, and those green flames follow her wherever she goes, never moving, never turning, never submitting. 

A man like that could tear the world apart, she thinks. 

And he did. 

BONUS

this is for me and @kingsmakers​ only, although I know @bisexualterror​ will also appreciate it.

#ocapp #house of the dragon ocs #game of thrones ocs #ochub #asoiafocs #oc: serena stark #fic: the breaking of the world #ship: serotto #ship: seraemma #brotp: berena #my edits #my ocs #my intros #{listen listen listen} #{I know what this looks like but I don't care} #{this is for me and Maddie and me and Maddie only} #{also ignore the typos} #{I think it says a lot about this oc that her intro is the one with ten fucking gifs} #{eleven actually}

[squishmittenficfan]

Berena Advent 2023 day ten. Prompt: distance

#berena #fanfic #my fic #berena advent 2023 #berena advent: distance