#Berena Fanfic

[berenaadvent]

Berena Advent 2024?

Do we want one???

[lilolilyr]

1k, rated G, no warnings, AU meet-cute

Thanks for the inspiration, @berenaadvent! <3

Spoilery summary below the cut:

Back from her last deployment and in the middle of a messy divorce, Bernie tries to appease her daughter by buying her favorite fruit: tangerines. Meanwhile, Serena has just unwittingly bought the last ones at the market right before Bernie can ask for some - but of course, Serena is willing to help out a fellow mother of a difficult teenage daughter! That Bernie is nice to look at doesn't hurt, either...

My Berena tag list, lmk if you want on/off it: @sapphicdbc @akaanonymouth @starfleetwitch @madam-wakefield @shippingsincebeforeyouwereborn

[akaanonymouth]

Look who rose from the dead and published a Thing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56341735

[madam-wakefield]

Decorating the tree

Just my little drabble for the @berenaadvent day 4 prompt “duck”

Read on A03

Bernie had never really been one for decorating for Christmas. She’s spent more of her adult Christmases deployed somewhere or another and it was always Marcus and the children who decorated. Even on the few occasions she was at home working at the local army camp they decorated without her. Never wanted to wait for the weekend for her to be free always wanting to put the Christmas decorations up on the first day of December. Bernie didn’t begrudge them it, it’s what they did when she was deployed so why should they change it just because she wasn’t.

Serena is different however, Serena always wants them to decorate together and Bernie loves it. They are about to spend their third Christmas together and true to form Serena has waited until they have a shared day off to set about tackling the decorations.

Bernie had been into the loft the night previous, thankful for only being on a short shift rather than one of the usual long days. And now they are stood in the living room surround by all the Christmas decorations Serena has collected over the years. It’s maybe the only thing that makes Bernie feel a little sad, that she doesn’t have any, Marcus kept all what they had collected as a family after the divorce.

“Do you want to tackle the lights and I’ll set about sorting the tinsel ready for the tree? We can then add the baubles and decorations together. Then once that’s done we can sort out everything else?”

“Sounds perfect.” Bernie says before leaning into give Serena a kiss, for no other reason than because she can.

Half an hour later and Bernie is just finishing changing the last of the dead bulbs in the lights. It’d taken her 15 minutes to untangle them all, she doesn’t understand that, because they always wrap them up so carefully when they take them down. Her back is complaining so she’d taken to standing to complete the job rather than crouching on the floor.

“Duck please dear,” she hears Serena’s voice come from above her. Bernie glancing up to see Serena stood on the step ladder set just to her side, hands splayed out to sort out the tree branches to look exactly how she wants them. Bernie knows better than the argue and ducks obediently, feels a few loose pin needles drop onto her head as Serena fiddles with the branches.

“Thank you.” Serena says, her cue that she can once again stand tall. They work together from there to wrap the lights around the tree in just the perfect way. It’s Bernie who climbs the ladder to wrap the lights around the top of the tree. Looks down to see Serena has already started on the tinsel at the bottom, to make the whole job a little quicker.

“It’s your turn to duck, sweetheart, unless you want to join these lights on the tree.” She watches as Serena raises an eyebrow at her but complies anyway. Allowing Bernie to wrap the last of the lights around the tree.

“Okay you can try turning them on now,” it’s easy from Serena’s already stooped state and as the lights flash to life Bernie does think they look magical.

The rest of the day finds them adding baubles and decorations to the tree before setting out to decorate the rest of the house. Wreathes on the doors, lights in the windows, tinsel around photos frames and general Christmas ornaments laid here and there.

As has been tradition for the past three years the final decoration to be hung is the sprig of mistletoe that always gets placed in the doorway between the hallway and the living room. Once it’s firmly in place both women duck under it and share a long lingering kiss. Knowing they have an excuse to do just that every day for the next few weeks, not that they really need one of course.

[weeklyberenafix]

Posting will start 1st Feb

So I apologise because I had an awful end to 2023 and a just as bad start to 2024 but I’m going to start posting the weekly prompts from 1st Feb seemed better than randomly starting mid month.

[missberena]

Does anybody know where WONKO is? All her works vanished 😢

[pers-books]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Holby City (TV 1999) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe Characters: Bernie Wolfe, Serena Campbell Additional Tags: Valentine's Day Fluff, Chocolate, Implied Sexual Content, Fluff and Humor, Post-Canon, Bernie Wolfe: World's Okay-est Lesbian, Serena Campbell: Bisexual Extraordinaire, Married Life Summary: Just what have Serena Campbell and Bernie Wolfe got for each other for Valentine's Day this year?

This little fic was inspired by this post and the conversation I had with @slightlyintimidating: I posited that Serena would get Bernie one of these and be positively gleeful about it and Sev agreed with me. Thus, this.

It's been 22 months since I last wrote and finished any fanfic. Losing my mum in April 2023 really knocked my creativity sideways. I've managed a handful of original fics, but this is the first fanfic. It feels purely astonishing to have committed fanfic again.

No, I don't know if I'll be writing more Berena or not. Have to see what the Bitch Muse does next!

[squishmittenficfan]

The ‘old’ FF account exists literally to feed my addiction to reading Rizzles fic and I’ve never posted my stuff over there.

Smut has never been easy for me to write, and once writing in general became so much more difficult, I wasn’t going to add smut struggles into the mix!

Self indulgent fic… aren’t they all? For me at least, I only write what I want to read.

I circled yes for researching… by that I mean I tend to prefer to look up anything I’m unsure about rather than make a glaring error.

Formatting can be a real pain in the arse when AO3 doesn’t seem to want to cooperate!

Anxiously waits for feedback? Well DUH! I might write for myself, but I still want all the validation, dammit!

I used to get SO. MANY. IDEAS. in the middle of the night. And had to write them down because I would 100% have forgotten them by morning.

Thanks for tagging me, @lilolilyr 😊

[davos-allyrion]

⋆˙⟡ WHAT THE MOON WITNESSES ⏾⋆.˚

(Thread with @lady-of-knives)

Davos washed his hands in a basin of warmed rosewater, his fingers moving methodically over his knuckles. The midwives avoided his gaze as he examined the Queen. They always did. It was the weight of rumor, the coil of fear around their necks.

No matter. He had done what was asked of him. No mothers had died on his hands. No children, either. That was why he had been summoned, though no one would say it outright.

He turned, washing his hands once more before plucking a cloth from the waiting hands of a serving girl. Yna.

She bowed her head, quick and practiced, but not before he caught the slight tremor of her fingers as she pressed the cloth into his grasp. Not fear. Something else.

“Would you mind showing me the way to the gardens?” Davos asked, his voice a shade lighter than before. “It’s suffocating in here.”

The other maids found sudden interest in the floor. Yna only nodded, a cat pretending to be a mouse.

“Follow me, my lord.”

She obeyed, moving soundlessly through the Red Keep’s winding corridors. The guards barely noticed her. They never did. A servant was furniture that moved.

Davos followed, his steps measured, his eyes on her back. She had lost weight. The air of King’s Landing clung to her, stretched tight over her frame. Thinner than she had been when she first left Godsgrace. Spying was a hungry profession.

They passed lords and ladies who did not look twice at the man in dark robes trailing the servant girl. When she finally led him into the gardens, past trimmed hedges and low fountains, they reached a quiet alcove.

She stopped. Turned. Dark eyes searching his face for a verdict.

Davos held her gaze a moment longer before saying, “You have been useful.”

Her steps faltered. Just slightly. A lesser man wouldn’t have noticed, but Davos saw everything.

“My lord,” she murmured, cautious as a man disarming a viper.

He reached into his cloak, fingers brushing cool steel before closing around something else. A small, folded scrap of parchment. He handed it to her.

Yna’s hands shook as she unfolded it.

She inhaled sharply, a choked sound, half-strangled, half-disbelieving.

Davos watched. The way her fingers tightened. The way her lips parted, then pressed together. The way her throat worked as she swallowed the swell of emotion.

“Xaro is here?” Her voice was barely a breath.

Davos tilted his head, studying her. “I brought him with me.”

Her fingers curled around the parchment as if it might vanish. “I—”

“Do not mistake this for sentiment,” he said. “A gift is only as valuable as the loyalty it ensures.”

Her knuckles whitened. “I would never betray you, my lord.”

“No,” Davos agreed. “You wouldn’t. But I remind you all the same. You serve me. Not the Queen. Not your conscience. Not even your brother Xaro. If ever I think you’ve forgotten that, I will remind you in a way that will not be so kind. The Queen would not be happy to deal with spies under her roof, and I have many ways to ensure she hears what you have done.”

Yna’s breath came quick and shallow, but she nodded.

Good.

He let the silence stretch between them, thick and oppressive. Then, just as easily, he pulled it away.

“Your brother will be waiting near the stables. You have about a week. Be careful and don’t make me regret it.”

Yna choked back a sob, bowing low. “Thank you, my lord.”

Davos said nothing. He only turned away, stepping into the gardens.

The night air was cool, thick with the scent of damp earth and orange blossoms. The Red Keep was full of rot, but here, for a brief moment, the world smelled clean. His boots made no sound on the stones. The moon hung like a sickle above, casting pale silver over the hedges and dark pools of water.

She was waiting.

Berena stood beneath a low arch, back straight, hood drawn. She had a soldier’s stance, though she had never been one.

Davos stepped close enough to smell the furs at her throat, the faint iron scent of old blood that clung to her like a second skin. He did not look at her. He only reached into the folds of his cloak and pulled free a small, unremarkable pouch. He set it between them on the bench, the leather creaking softly.

A moment passed. Then, delicate fingers lifted the pouch, slipping it away.

Davos did not move, did not turn his head.

“Good job keeping your father in line,” he mused, watching the moon.

[singingwitch87]

Today was a 'rot in front of Golden Girls and trawl A03 for Berena Fics I've not read' kind of day, and I'm not sorry!

[willowandlily]

hello berena fandom if you're interested:

I had an idea for a college au (uni) where berena met at albies and serena became an honourary flatmate to bernie raf and fletch (in this world she lives at home, with adrienne). It would be a slow bern, the kind where it's a friendship with blurred lines, that ties in some of the canon but I'm not sure how much yet. The issue is that I really love berena but have not seen holby city, and as such am worried about continuity and character relationships and behaviours and such. therefore I have been working on an angsty little one-shot within this world but focusing on just the two of them, which I will post a bit of below the cut. Was just wondering if anyone with better knowledge of the wider context of the show would like to pick my brain on this idea/ work off of it/ some third option? If so do let me know! Also let me know if I should finish the one shot? (It may also be good daydreaming/headcannon material, idk)

...

"H-Hello?"

"Hi? Serena, it's Bernie. You... you called me? Oh shit was it a pocket-dial, have I woken you up?"

"Um...no, I-I meant to call you. I hoped you'd be up, but when you didn't answer I thought maybe-"

"I'm up, sorry, my phone was on silent. What's up, are you okay?" Bernie could hear shaky breathing on the other end of the line.

"Um... well... no, not really."

"Shit, 'Rena, has something happened?! Are you hurt??"

The pause that followed made Bernie's heart drop to her stomach.

"Can you let me in? I'm outside the flat."

Bernie instantly put down her plate and rushed (quietly so as not to wake anyone( to the door, hanging up as she reached it. Pulling it open revealed a shivering Serena sat on the doorstep, arms crossed around herself. Upon seeing Bernie, she began to speak, in a harsh voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go." To Bernie's horror she began to cry silently, tears spilling down her cheeks. She dropped to her knees and took Serena's cold face in her hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks as her eyes roamed her body, searching for any visible injuries. Upon finding none, she straightened up, holding out a hand to get the other woman up, helping her to her feet and leading her back into the communal kitchen.

Bernie didn't let go of Serena's hand until they were both sitting on the sofa, facing each other. She desperately wanted to ask what the matter was, but Serena's body language was telling her not to push. The other woman was slightly hunched over where she sat, her back not touching the sofa, as though she were afraid of taking up space, something Bernie had never seen from her before. Serena was wringing her hands in her lap, something Bernie had only seen her do when approached by creepy guys in bars, something that unfortunately happened quite regularly. Well, of course they would want her, Serena was gorgeous. Even with eyes red from crying Bernie still found her the most beautiful woman she had ever met.

"I don't want to go home tonight."

Serena's voice was gravely, and as she spoke she seemed to shrink impossibility further into herself. Bernie couldn't help it: she felt an intense need to comfort her best friend, and reached out to rub her shoulder in an attempt to convey support. The second her palm met the fabric of Serena's top, she let out a small yelp and flinched away. It was a sound of pain, not discomfort, and Bernie was immediately back on red alert. She motioned for Serena to turn so she was facing away from her on the sofa, and as she did so Bernie couldn't contain her gasp at the spots of blood that had seeped through the thin material of her shirt. Serena spun back, refusing to make eye contact, her head lowered. "It's not as bad as it probably looks."

"Serena, who did this to you?"

"I can't, Bern. Please."

"Serena's tone was pleading, and as she spoke she made direct eye contact with Bernie. That, combined with the pet name, signaled her earnestness.

"Okay. We won't talk about it right now. But will you let me look at that for you? I'm not exactly a doctor but I want to help."

...

[berenaadvent]

PROMPTS

For me to have any chance of getting this going in time for the first of December I need as many one word prompts off you all as possible - you can send as few or as many as you like but please make such each is one individual word and not a phrase.

[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

[akaanonymouth]

It's been a wonderful, whirlwind time of gorgeous theatre and even gorgeous-er company since I got back to London (car accidents and awful flatmate notwithstanding!) and having just got home from one of those gorgeous plays and gorgeous people, oh! 👀 is that some writing and editing that I see coming from my very own thoughts and fingers? Gasp!

[madam-wakefield]

Open when...Chapter 1

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Summary:

When a few years into their relationship Bernie is asked to go back to the army and deploy Serena isn't sure how she's going to get through the nine months without her girlfriend. What she doesn't expect is for it to be her girlfriend who has the perfect set of surprises to get her through both the best and the worst days. Canon divergent - Elinor lives (well actually the accident never happens), Raf lives, and Cameron isn't a total ass! The staff of AAU also probably didn't all work on there at the same time in canon but do in this! The fic is already fully written with the first few chapters having already been Beta'd. 27 chapters including the epilogue. Hoping to post every Monday and Friday!

Chapter 1

Open when you get this…

Serena always knew she’d go to work the day after Bernie had deployed. In some way, she can make herself believe that this is just like the times when Bernie has gone away for a few days for a medical conference or to visit an old army friend. But deep down she knows it’s not, knows that she won’t see Bernie in person for nine months. 

She walks into their office and there on her desk is a beautiful floral box full of what look like ivory envelopes. Serena sits down in her chair and pulls it close to the desk, noticing one delicate envelope propped up against the front of the box.

She stares at it, eyes fixed upon Bernie’s messy writing on the front: Serena - Open when you get this…

She stares at it a little longer, wanting to commit this image to memory before complying. 

My Dearest Serena,

The main reason for writing these letters is because I love you! I love you so much and I want to be able to remind you of that as much as I can. In your moments of weakness. In your moments of joy. When you need to feel loved know that I will always love you. These letters are just here to remind you of that while we are apart for the next nine months. Put them somewhere you will see them often, or carry them around with you if you have to, so you always remember to Open When You…” 

I love you and miss you so much already.

All My Love, Bernie,

Your Big Macho Army Medic x 

She knows she doesn’t have time to respond instantly, she’s got ward rounds to do, and a short surgery scheduled but she promises herself this is the perfect excuse to write Bernie her first bluey. 

She plans to write to her on her break but of course, all the best laid plans always go wrong. Bernie’s red phone rings just as she’s about to go and get herself a pastry from Pulses. She’s missing her girlfriend, so who can blame her if she wants a bit of comfort food?

She goes into surgery with Raf, naturally taking the lead. He’s a good surgeon and she knows it, but it’s going to take her some time to be able to give up control to him in that way. She’s so used to working with Bernie in that respect, where neither of them really takes control, they just work side by side effortlessly without there needing to be a lead. 

After surgery she updates the patient’s family and is just thinking that she’ll have a break now, and maybe actually write to Bernie, when Sacha comes onto the ward to remind her that she’s ten minutes late for the clinical leads’ meeting. Thankfully, she can blame it on the emergency surgery.

She spends more of the meeting thinking about Bernie than actually paying attention. Wondering how Bernie’s flight was. Wondering exactly where Bernie is now. Wondering how she is ever going to get through the next nine months without her girlfriend. 

Normally after a meeting, Bernie will spoil her with coffee and a pastry and kisses if there is time, but she knows she isn’t getting that today or for the next nine months and she can’t help but feel a little deflated at the thought. 

She’s professional enough to offer her opinion a few times to make it look like she’s paying attention to the meeting but doesn’t really stretch herself. She’ll make up for it another time but today isn’t it. 

After the meeting she grabs her own coffee and pastry from Pulses and is this time determined to write Bernie’s letter, so she walks back onto AAU and locks herself in her office. She takes her time thumbing through the envelopes in the box, allowing herself to glance at what’s written on some of them, from love, to sorrow to anger, although she’s not convinced, she’ll need to use that last one. She then turns to her own bag and gets out one of the blueys she has in there—she and Bernie had picked up a stack from the post office before her deployment—and her favourite writing pen before sitting down at her desk. She knows she could use the INtouch electronic mail service to send Bernie an email but she wants the first letter she writes her girlfriend to be a handwritten one. 

Dear Bernie,

How!?! How did you ever get time to think so much about my needs while doing all the things you had to do? The idea of the envelopes has filled my heart with joy and all I can say is I’m so damn lucky that I am the woman you want to share your life with.

I had a quick look through the other envelopes, and I cannot believe all of the different occasions you have managed to cover. I do not have the words to tell you how loved this gesture of yours has made me feel. And you say that you don’t think you’re very good at romance!

I’ve got so much more I want to write but I’ve got to cut this letter short as your red phone is pulling me away from my break, but I promise to write again soon. 

All my love, darling…

Stay safe, soldier.

Serena x

The red phone call leads to a complicated surgery. Serena stays with the trauma patient and completes the surgery, even if it does mean that it’s two hours past her shift when she finally finishes. By the time she gets home and into bed she’s at least so tired and in need of rest that she doesn’t have as much time to miss Bernie, so she falls asleep much more easily than she had the previous night. 

[weeklyberenafix]