#monet's berm

[theseshipsshallsail]

Chapter 2

According to his watch, it's just shy of one-thirty that the asthmatic locomotive pulls to a lurching halt, and Oliver’s struck by how little the provincial scene varies to when he and Elio caught the adjoining line to Rome. He doesn’t have much in regards to luggage. Just his clothes, laptop, travel credentials, and a framed postcard of Monet’s berm. Micol - saint that she is - will ship his prized possessions in the Fall, and wrestling his Tourister from the overhead compartment he makes for the automatic doors; every fibre of his being fizzing like French champagne.

His fierce sense of homecoming amplifies tenfold as he takes in the sparse, grey platform with its same wooden cantilever. The same stationmaster’s hut with its wilting daisies. The same aroma of pine, tar, and enamel: though mercifully a lot less piss. Blindsided, his autopilot knees wobble like an infant giraffe, and adjusting the lie of his holdall Oliver scans the milling crowd, grateful for his six-foot-five height advantage when he eventually spies a lone figure at the farthest extent of the gangway.

Mirage or miracle: it undoubtedly seems like both.

Unsurprisingly, Elio doesn’t notice his approach; transfixed as he is by the painted safety border he’s scuffing with his sneaker. He’s antsy, still. That’s plain to see. Tense. Distracted. More statue than man. Channelling the self-same cocktail of emotions that make Oliver’s heart stagger at the veracity of one last chance. His tongue locks behind his teeth. Muted and ineffectual. Yet the moment Elio glances up - the instant their eyes meet like gravity’s pull - a slow-born grin anoints his sun-kissed features. It’s artless - dazzling - redolent of a full-body embrace, and the flashfire jubilation that spreads through Oliver’s veins verges on debilitating as a lump materialises in his tinder-dry throat.

“You’ve shaved your beard…” he murmurs inanely, only realising he’s spoken out loud when Elio scoffs in delight. 

“The mockery wasn’t worth the upkeep,” he says, ghosting his fingertips over the scruff on Oliver’s jowl. “Though I dare say even Marzia would approve of these distinguished whiskers.”

“Distinguished?” The feather-light touch has him feeling like filigree in Elio’s palm. “My three-day perma-stubble?” 

“Looks designer.”

“Sounds meshuga,” he deflects, reaching up to lower said hand to his brittle ribcage. 

There’s a beat; one breath, then another. Elio’s digits fan out, forming a chord over his left breast pocket, and just like that Oliver sags forward, smothering a plaintive whimper into flyaway curls. He’s prone to being the strong one - the guardian - but when Elio’s grip tightens he melts unerringly further. It’s bizarrely dreamlike - a cliché consolidation of every fantasy he’s ever harboured - and discarding his suitcase he bands his forearm around the other man’s waist, the immutable realness skewering him with relief as he basks in a world made new.

“We still fit,” he murmurs, brain-to-mouth filter decidedly offline. 

“We always will,” Elio maintains, seizing his nape with a surreptitious sniff.

A harsh gasp rises in Oliver’s chest, and he can’t contain it. Doesn’t even try to. Not with the hushed affirmation of Elio’s voice as they sway back-and-forth on the bustling concourse. 

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, overly-conscious of the attention they’re garnering.

“Don’t be.” A cousin of grief, only sweeter. “This was a long time coming.”

“Not for the lack of wanting...”

“Anch’io. It is what it is,” he’s told graciously. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.” 

It doesn’t make the pill any easier to swallow.  

“You okay?” Elio asks at length.

In the broad strokes? 

“Me okay.” It’s an echo of the past; a promise for the future. “I know it’s irrational,” Oliver concedes, resting his chin upon Elio’s crown. “...but I keep expecting to wake up in that faculty rental - preparing my syllabus and feeding next door’s ficus - not padding my CV for an opening at the Statale.”

Elio huffs. “Your reputation precedes you, professore.”

“I’m done living up to others’ terms and conditions,” Oliver states, reining in the threads of his frayed composure. “What was it Vimini used to say? Reality’s a rabbit hole?”

“Deprived of the scope of imagination,” Elio finishes, the savvy maxim particularly apt given the circumstances. “She’d be thirty today.” 

“She would,” Oliver concurs wistfully.

“And full of righteous I-told-you-sos,” Elio continues, tapping a deft ostinato above his breastbone. “Papà wasn’t alone in his love of speeches.”

Oliver sniggers. “I don’t recall Sami’s being quite so bolshie…”

“Absurdité! An eloquent taunt trumps a thousand insults, ma moitié.”

“I’ll keep that under consideration,” Oliver says archly, quelling an impulsive complaint when Elio takes a half-step backwards, putting unbearable inches between them.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, turning to a wall-mounted mailbox.

“Hungry?”

“Sì.” Elio swipes a foil-wrapped item from atop its blistered lid. “Hungry,” he parrots, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip: a hardly-there flick that draws Oliver's gaze. “Originates from the Old English hyngran, and the verb hungaran in High German.” 

“I’ll show you High German…”

“Ist das ein versprechen?” Elio deadpans, offering up the delicious smelling bundle. “Bruschetta chicken panini?" 

Oliver’s stomach growls like one of Pavlov’s dogs. “Mafalda’s special recipe?”

“Naturalmente.”

“My knight in striped-cotton,” he declares with a swoon, and Elio chuckles as he tosses it over, unhooking a familiar pair of Persol’s from his khaki belt-loop. 

“Andiamo, Principessa. Your noble steed awaits.”

His steed, Oliver discovers, parked in the shade of a derelict water tower, is a sherbert-yellow Fiat 500 with a Jar Jar Binks air-freshener fastened to the rear-view mirror. 

“Ollie’s obsessed with the prequels,” Elio groans, slotting the key into the ignition, and steering the vehicle to the signposted exit he’s soon navigating the picturesque thoroughfare to B.

There’s a childlike elation he encounters in ticking off the intermittent landmarks that denote their journey. Chasing the proverbial breadcrumbs of yesteryear as Elio updates him with anecdotes of former associates. Marzia’s being headhunted by a rival fashion magazine, he’s told. Whereas Chiara’s eldest daughter just earned a full drama scholarship to Cours Florent. Mario - to Oliver’s great amusement - has taken over the management of La Danzing, and it’s whilst discussing the Moreschi girls’ thriving pasticceria that his eyelids become increasingly leaden, causing him to jerk upright sometime later as they negotiate the gravelled arc of the villa’s driveway. 

“Rise and shine, Bella Addormentata,” Elio says, muting the eighties’ rock ballad coming from the car’s speakers, and Oliver experiences a soupçon of déjà vu as they coast to a stop in the exact same position his taxi did two decades prior. 

“Less of the sass, Perlman,” he replies with a stretch. “Red-eye flights are brutal. And I’m an old man now, remember?”

Elio unbuckles his seatbelt. “Not to me, you aren’t.”

“No,” Oliver agrees softly. “Not to you.” 

A rosemary-scented breeze enters via the open windows; bringing with it the screech of gulls from the peninsula’s shoreline. It’s hallowed ground, this place of memory, and with a cursory squeeze to Elio’s thigh he unfolds his legs from the passenger footwell, casts his face skywards, then loosens another shirt button to expose the Star of David he’d recouped from his treasured mementos.

“Welcome home, Oliver,” he hears in stereo: his disembodied Elio twining with the flesh-and-blood original. 

He’s been quieter of late - his phantom confidante - but any thoughts of answering are swiftly squashed when a snow-white streak rockets across the lawn, the pitter-patter of scampering paws running in ever-erratic circles.

“What I wouldn’t give for that energy…” 

“You and me, both,” Elio says, nabbing the overzealous pup’s collar. “Come: meet Polpetta. Our second -biggest rabble-rouser,” he invites, hunkering down to rub her fluffy midriff. “Miranda’s exhibition got extended at la galleria, so she and Ollie aren’t due in ‘til Wednesday. I think she’s missing her partner in -” 

A faint commotion starts up inside the residence’s stucco interior. 

“Brace yourself,” Elio warns as the porch door creaks ajar, and treating Polpetta’s muzzle to a farewell scratch, Oliver twists to see their harried housekeeper backing onto the veranda.

“Eccoti! ” she calls, depositing a large, wicker basket by the vine-covered plinth. “Il garzone del macellaio -” A pause. “Signor Ulliver?” Her double-take is almost comical, and rising from his stoop, Oliver mounts the uneven steps to meet her on the decking. “Non può essere,” she admonishes, bunching her chequered apron. “Elio! He is early!”

“He is indeed,” Oliver says, grinning from ear to ear. “I do hope we haven’t muddied your plans?”

“No, per niente!” Mafalda tugs his forearms. Pecks a kiss to his bristly cheek. “It is no bother,” she says in her heavy accent, clasping his hands between her own. “Ma basta! Look at you, mia muvi star. So handsome… so tall…” 

“So bashful…” Elio drawls from the Fiat’s rear bumper. “Calmati, Mafalda. Let him be. You’ve already tormented Enzo’s poor delivery boy…” 

It’s mischief personified, and Oliver ignores the flagrant provocation as he drapes an arm around the scandalised woman’s shoulders. “Don’t you believe a word of it,” he murmurs, blushing like the peaches in the nearby orchard. “He knows I’m not going anywhere.”

And the wink Elio shoots him whilst popping the trunk is all the confirmation he needs.

#elio x oliver #cmbyn fanfic #call me by your name #reunion fic #new chapter

[hammerchalametuniverse]

Monet's Berm 💚

#call me by your name #sims4 #Instagram

[yes-svetlana-world]

A trip to Monet’s berm as described in Call Me By Your Name, the novel. 💙 Thank you @myfrenchplate for visiting the exhibition Monet En Pleine Lumière and trusting me with the photos. I did my best to turn them into a post (2 actually) Bodighera is indeed B. I live how it all comes back to CMBYN

#cmbyn#callmebyyournamebook#tchalamet#armiehammer#lucaguadagnino#andreaciman#claudemonet

#Instagram

[ao3feed-cmbyn]

A Touch In Perpetuity

by TheseShipsShallSail

There’s a quiet moment of understanding. Gentle as the ocean waves lapping the cliff’s edge below. They might be a secret to the rest of the world, but the pair of them know what they mean to one another, and Oliver’s eyes burn with unsatisfied tears as he slips a still-clothed thigh between Elio’s, pinning him down as the steady push-pull of stimulation drives them ever higher.

Words: 743, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Cosmic Fragments

Fandoms: Call Me By Your Name (2017), Call Me By Your Name - All Media Types, Call Me by Your Name - André Aciman

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Elio Perlman, Oliver (Call Me by Your Name)

Relationships: Oliver/Elio Perlman

Additional Tags: POV Oliver (Call Me By Your Name), Monet's Berm, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, pre-Rome, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Outdoor Sex, Fade to Black, Fluff and Angst, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internal Conflict, Prequel

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48367567

#ao3feed-cmbyn #cmbyn #call me by your name #elio x oliver #fanfic

[everythingboutbooks]

Call Me by Your Name - André Aciman

the significance of "you'll kill me if you stop":

i want to talk about one quote and it's role in the entire relationship of elio and oliver, which is "you'll kill me if you stop" (seen during pt. 2 Monet's Berm). this quote stuck out to me, because i think that it holds great importance in the power dynamics of the relationship between them.

we read pages and pages of elio fantasizing about oliver telling him "you'll kill me if you stop" during sex. for him, that sentence means submission. he imagines oliver as vulnerable and raw, ultimately giving elio power over him. he wants oliver to need him (as much as elio needs him). he wants oliver to be vulnerable and maybe even weak (the way elio feels with him). he wishes to be able to overpower oliver (the way oliver overpowers him).

elio seems to need that for his confidence but also to feel comfortable in his relationship with oliver (more on that later).

against elio's idea he, himself ends up repeating these words to oliver over and over again during their first time sleeping together. he ends up giving oliver the control that he seemed to want so bad just before. in a way we see that elio kind of wants to submit to oliver (for example: "Give me a blindfold, hold my hand, and don't ask me to think—will you do that for me?" or "[...] I'll do anything for you") and yet, he ends up feeling miserable after doing exactly that during sleeping with oliver.

elio describes feelings of disgust, shame, regret, sorrow, maybe anger even. he wishes to shower (even after swimming in the lake) to wash oliver off him. he even never wants to see him again for a few hours.

it's like he woke up from a nice dream after engaging in the action, only realizing then what he had done and what this might mean for him.

but all that changes when elio suddenly has power over oliver for a moment. when he goes after him later that day, he's able to catch oliver off guard when he tells him "fuck me, elio". he disappears after that, feeling proud of himself for leaving oliver turned on without doing anything about it (similar to what oliver had done to him in the morning with the promise of a blowjob). being able to make the decision to leave but still know that he has an impact on oliver gives elio exactly the power he needs (for a moment), which then is the reason he has enough security in their dynamic to continue sleeping with oliver ("Never in my life had i been so happy"- from this i take that, after the scenario described before, he feels okay again with sexual interactions between him and oliver).

but why is that?

my theory is that elio is, even if only subconsciously, totally aware of their difference in power within their dynamic. he seems to know just how much power oliver potentially has over him in this relationship, reasons being oliver is older, more experienced, farer in life, maybe even smarter (from elio's pov). additionally he seems to realize that a teenager-adult dynamic/relationship shouldn't proceed to a sexual point or one of romantic feelings. there's no way to change that teenager-adult dynamic, even though elio would like to forget about it (still, there's a thrill in sexually engaging with someone older than him).

therefore, elio seems to stand in between his sexual desires for oliver (and later his feelings for him) and his understanding of the fact that nothing should have ever happened between them. we see that elio never decides against oliver, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't know that they shouldn't sleep with each other, even though he actively decides to ignore it.

with keeping all this in mind, i think it is safe to say that "you'll kill me if you stop" is the ultimate key to elio's understanding of their relationship dynamics.

#call me by my name #cmbyn #elio perlman #elio cmbyn #character analysis #cmbyn analysis #booksbooksbooks #books and literature #andre aciman #oliver cmbyn #cmbyn fandom

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

People who have issues with Tim’s Beautiful Boy shower kiss are just showing that no one has ever kissed them like that before. IMO it’s what some people (especially guys) do when they just want to devour you, lol. The first kissing scene in CMBYN, at Monet’s Berm, has some very similar open-mouthed moments. Just in slower motion.

💯

[ao3feed-elioxoliver]

A Touch In Perpetuity

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/g3S0iFl

by TheseShipsShallSail

There’s a quiet moment of understanding. Gentle as the ocean waves lapping the cliff’s edge below. They might be a secret to the rest of the world, but the pair of them know what they mean to one another, and Oliver’s eyes burn with unsatisfied tears as he slips a still-clothed thigh between Elio’s, pinning him down as the steady push-pull of stimulation drives them ever higher.

Words: 743, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Cosmic Fragments

Fandoms: Call Me By Your Name (2017), Call Me By Your Name - All Media Types, Call Me by Your Name - André Aciman

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Elio Perlman, Oliver (Call Me by Your Name)

Relationships: Oliver/Elio Perlman

Additional Tags: POV Oliver (Call Me By Your Name), Monet's Berm, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, pre-Rome, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Outdoor Sex, Fade to Black, Fluff and Angst, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internal Conflict, Prequel

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7xS6qaV

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #call me by your name #cmbyn #elio #oliver #elio x oliver

[vladfromparis-blog]

Credit :  andiamoamericano IG

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #CMBYN MOVIE #Luca Guadagnino #bordighera #monet's berm

[dominik528]

Frick. This movie. https://www.instagram.com/p/BudX-V3FsEH/?igshid=fo5fujwoejag

#Call Me by Your Name #A24 Films #Luca Guadagnino #screenshots #Italy #the 1980s #romance #bisexual #Elio Perlman #Oliver #Andre Aciman #Timothee Chalamet #Armie Hammer #quote #subtitles #kiss #Monet's berm #Summertime

[themagicforest]

I took this near the Monet’s Berm where they shoot Call Me By Your Name ❤

#call me by your name #cmbyn #italy #video #nature #butterfly #butterflies #garden #field #flowers #floral #flower field #elio perlman #timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #armie hammer #oliver #elio x oliver #crema #monet's berm #fairy #magic #magical #mine

[maraskolnikova]

So this is desire

Fear and excitement, a heady mix.

You touch and the earth stops spinning: all is stillness.

And now there is no “You” or “I”. We are one.

Movie stills source: kissontheberm via IG

#Monet's Berm #oliver x elio #elio x oliver #Call Me By Your Name #First Kiss #cmbyn #Armie Hammer #Timothée Chalamet #Beauty distilled

[radiatingsuburbanangst]

“I love this, Oliver.” “What?” “Everything.”

#call me by your name #and i'll call you by mine #cmbyn #elio x oliver #timothee chalamet #armie hammer #elio perlman #monet's berm #first kiss #gifs by me #i can't get enough of this movie #i love love

[in-everyheartbeat]

“This,” I said by way of a preface meant to keep his interest alive, “is the spot where Monet came to paint.”

Tiny, stunted palm trees and gnarled olive trees studded the copse. Then through the trees, on an incline leading towards the very edge of the cliff, was a knoll partly shaded by tall marine pines. I leaned my bike against one of the trees, he did the same, and I showed him the way up to the berm. “Now take a look,” I said, extremely pleased, as if revealing something more eloquent than anything I might say in my favor.

A soundless, quiet cove stood straight below us. Not a sign of civilization anywhere, no home, no jetty, no fishing boats. Farther out, as always, was the belfry of San Giacomo, and, if you strained your eyes, the outline of N., and farther still was something that looked like our house and the adjoining villas [...]

“This is my spot. All mine. I come here to read. I can’t tell you the number of books I’ve read here.”

-Call Me By Your Name, André Aciman

#call me by your name #andré aciman #claude monet #monet #cmbyn #timothee chalamet #armie hammer #monet's berm #art #bordighera #italia

[ao3feed-cmbyn]

A Touch In Perpetuity

by TheseShipsShallSail

There’s a quiet moment of understanding. Gentle as the ocean waves lapping the cliff’s edge below. They might be a secret to the rest of the world, but the pair of them know what they mean to one another, and Oliver’s eyes burn with unsatisfied tears as he slips a still-clothed thigh between Elio’s, pinning him down as the steady push-pull of stimulation drives them ever higher.

Words: 743, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Cosmic Fragments

Fandoms: Call Me By Your Name (2017), Call Me By Your Name - All Media Types, Call Me by Your Name - André Aciman

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Elio Perlman, Oliver (Call Me by Your Name)

Relationships: Oliver/Elio Perlman

Additional Tags: POV Oliver (Call Me By Your Name), Monet's Berm, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, pre-Rome, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Outdoor Sex, Fade to Black, Fluff and Angst, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internal Conflict, Prequel

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48367567

#ao3feed-cmbyn #cmbyn #call me by your name #elio x oliver #fanfic

[steady-little-soldier]

“Zwischen Immer und Nie. Zwischen Immer und Nie. Between always and never.”

#call me by your name #armie hammer #timothée chamalet #timothee chalamet #elio perlman #oliver #elio and oliver #gif #gif set #andre aciman #between always and never #monet's berm #greek statue #boxer #gifs #parallels

[aiizaaaaa]

"Do you like being alone?" he asked.

"No. No one likes being alone. But I've learned how to live with it."

#call me by your name #callmebyyourname #elio #oliver #elioandoliver #loneliness #love #desire #monet's berm #20gayteen #gay