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#Berena Fix Musical
weeklyberenafix · 3 months
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squishmittenficfan · 3 months
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They were living together and had plenty of room, so why was Bernie still keeping a storage unit?
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hartkinsao3 · 3 months
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Weekly Berena Fix 2024 Week 2: Musical
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fortytworedvines · 3 years
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First Lines Meme
I was tagged by @pers-books. Thanks!
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less  than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!
1. The Ghosts of Christmas Presents (Holby City - Berena, BBC Ghosts)
Alison is idly doodling in their front of house notebook while she listens to Lady Button and Julian argue, when Mike answers the phone.
2. The touch of your hand (says you’ll catch me) (Holby City - Berena)
Despite the pile of paperwork in front of her that she has just started tackling, Bernie thinks that her first official day on AAU has been a success.
3. Tank top (Holby City - Berena)
With the music and bustle of Holby Pride all around her, Serena smiled as she shuffled the hospital flyers around on their stall.
4. Every version of us (Holby City - Berena)
Pulling up in the wide drive, Bernie was filled with an inexplicable feeling that she’d come home.
5. Graduation (Holby City - Berena)
“Are you bringing a date to my graduation do, mum?” Elinor’s text read, “Because you know dad will be insufferably smug if you don’t.”
6. Romp bomp a stomp (Holby City - Berena)
Bernie hung over Serena’s shoulder, peering at the paper she was holding.
7. I will try to fix you(r boiler) (Holby City - Berena)
“The boiler’s broken,” Jason announced as Serena walked wearily into their house.
8. A spot to remember (Holby City - Berena)
“Finally,” Serena said with relief as they drew up outside the small bed and breakfast that HR had booked them into for the duration of the conference.
9. Only the fireflies (The Durrells)
The sand is warm under Louisa’s feet, in between her toes, as she stands on the beach, water lapping gently inches from her.
10. To Holby manor born (Holby City - Berena)
Serena was disconsolately organising her wine bottles when the annoyingly perky tones of her friend Sian floated over to her.
11. Climb ev'ry mountain (Holby City - Berena)
Snowdonia is beautiful, Serena admits to herself as she steps out of the front door of the cottage she has rented for the week and gazes around at the green hillsides and the flowers tumbling over them.
12. Of sand and scrubs (Holby City - Berena)
Bernie hadn’t meant to fall in love.
13. Stitched up (in love) (Holby City - Berena)
Serena stared into her wardrobe.
14. By the dusk air (The Durrells)
It was hot.
15. Zoom (you chase the day away) (Holby City - Berena)
Serena sighed as she opened her zoom account.
16. You can be in my tank (Holby City - Berena)
Serena is getting ready for her date – date! – with Bernie when her phone rings.
17. you're not a challenge (tanks for the nice day) (Holby City - Berena)
This isn’t really Serena’s idea of fun, but Jason had exclaimed excitedly over the news that the local regiment was having an open day and Serena is still looking for ways to get to know him better.
18. white ships are calling (Doctor Who - Thasmin)
The world seemed dreary.
19. R(ather) A(ttractive) C(onsultant) (Holby City - Berena)
“Oh great,” Bernie muttered to herself as she surveyed the tattered rubber that had recently been a functioning tire.
20. Endorphins (Holby City - Berena)
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Serena Campbell’s idea of a relaxing evening involves a bottle (or two) of Shiraz, so Bernie could not be more surprised when, as she jogs along on a treadmill, that same Serena Campbell appears next to her, clad in loose polo shirt and, of all things, jogging bottoms.
I can’t see any patterns there. Mix of tenses, sentence types, point of view...
Favourite opening line has to be “It was hot.” short, succinct. what more do you want. Also, the opening line of 9 (Only the fireflies), because I would really like to be doing that.
I’m not sure who’s been tagged so: @batnbreakfast @patsystonewall @elennare @dollsome-does-tumblr @daisydoctor13 @beezarre
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faith, hope and gluttony
I’m so behind that at least some of these fics are going to be Berena twelve days of Christmas rather than @berenaadvent, but there you go! For advent last year I wrote a series of ficlets set in my concerto for two music teachers AU. This year I decided to do something similar, but revisiting a variety of my past AUs - a selection box of fics, if you like.
Without further ado, day one: feast is set in my Harry Potter crossover AU.
Minerva invites Bernie and Serena (with baby Harry in tow) to the Christmas feast at Hogwarts, after the war is finally over. Gluttony isn’t going to fix things – but full stomachs aren’t a bad place to start.
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This time it’s Serena’s turn to be rendered speechless on setting foot inside a school hall. Christmas decorations at Beauxbatons were always elegant, but here, at Hogwarts? There’s so much greenery, so many trees, so many twinkling candles and enchanted icicles, it’s almost like the snowy forest has been brought inside.
She’s broken from her wonder by Hagrid, striding towards them between tables and students.
“Arry!’ he cries, arms outstretched.
Harry squirms, and Serena barely manages to keep hold of him as he reaches towards Hagrid. He squeals in delight as the half-giant gently takes hold of him and begins to coo, walking over to the nearest Christmas tree and letting Harry touch the shimmering decorations.
Bernie steps closer and Serena leans into her a little, glances at her to see her eyes filled with sparkling light and nostalgia.
‘Glad we accepted Min’s invitation?’ Serena asks quietly.
‘Mm,’ Bernie hums in reply.
And then Serena notices her gaze has shifted from the decorations to the long tables – tables which were bare of food just a moment ago, but are now crowded with turkeys and all the trimmings, and bowls mounded with the crispest looking roast potatoes she’s ever seen.
‘I take it this is the origin of your bottomless pit of a stomach?’ she teases.
‘Wait ‘til you taste it,’ Bernie murmurs, and Serena can see her plotting what she’s going to heap onto her golden plate first.
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They sit with Minerva and Annie, both happy to relinquish the messy task of feeding Harry to Hagrid, who’s never looked happier than he does bouncing the toddler on his knee. Bernie looks around the hall, her gaze passing over each of the students who’s stayed at Hogwarts for the holiday. There are far more of them than usual, more than she ever remembers staying when she was as school. She wonders how many of them are orphans, like Harry, how many have nowhere else to go, how many have no family other than this. Serena lays a hand on her knee under the table, and when Bernie looks at her she knows Serena is thinking the same.
‘They’ll be alright,’ Serena says, quiet enough that no one else can hear above the hubbub of cutlery and conversation, but with such conviction that Bernie can’t help but believe her.
And then she looks along the table of staff and other guests from the Ministry, the Order, St. Mungo’s, every one of whom helped to protect these students and their community during the long war, and realises why they’re all here. It’s because that job isn’t over just because the war has ended. Because each and every one of them is determined to rebuild their world, whatever it takes.
There’s a delighted shriek from the other end of the table, and Bernie smiles to see Harry reaching wildly for an enchanted stuffed dragon Minerva is directing to fly in circles around his head.
Yes, she thinks, gripping Serena’s hand, still resting on her knee. We can build something new from this rubble.
And then she spears another potato on her fork and bites through the crisp shell.
Feasting together isn’t a bad way to start.
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daisydoctor13 · 6 years
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Today's berena fic will be delayed due to:
A) cleaning the bathroom ready for guests
B) fixing the toilet seat so it doesn't fall on said guests
C) me finding the sheet music for a jazz piano version of Fly Me To the Moon
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A-C
A. If you could rec a piece of music to accompany one of your fics, what would you pick? Why?
I mean, most of my titles come from lyrics of songs that could accompany the story. But two that were particularly music-inspired were but never have I been a blue calm sea (I have always been a storm) which is Media/Ostara from American Gods (loosely based around Storms by Fleetwood Mac), and she’s so hard to please, but she’s a forest fire which was Hecate-centric and completely inspired by Liability by Lorde. 
B. Who’s your favorite side-character from something you wrote?
So back when I was writing Mycroft/Lestrade fic (BBC Sherlock) I loooved writing Anthea into stories. She’s just like the ultimate “having random off-camera side adventures” character, plus in canon she’s like scary good at her job so she was very convenient in helping fix logistics issues/plot holes.
 C. Get any good comments on your stuff this year?
Oh my gosh, so a few weeks ago someone left this comment on my Berena Baby Boom AU and it honestly warmed the cockles of my tiny heart:
“So, I’ve read all of your pieces, even those about shows I don’t watch. You are a gifted writer. This piece is my favorite so far. We all need some softness in our lives. Or, at least I do. Thanks.”
Whoever you are, thank you for that comment. 
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