I present you a little something for the best fic I have ever laid my eyes on:
The Time Traveler’s Soulmate by @oreo-cookies-fan is wholly responsible for this. This gem of a fic left me speechless and in tears and forced me to do something. That's my only excuse.
My non-active WIPs have been dry lately and my active ones most snippets from would be too spoiler-y but I finally decided on those two! (One is NSFW and from Children to make up for their saddening loss in the Blockbuster haha)
Happy Berlermo Day!
"What I want?" Andrés had quipped back. Sergio prepared himself for another speech of his, of glorious ends and adventures to come, beauty and fire and freedom.
The same old mantra Sergio knew by heart. And which he was sick to his stomach of, the delusions and the lies. He wanted to stop him before he started, but what came instead was a solemn sincerity Sergio was disarmed to receive from his brother.
"I want to die in his arms."
He wanted no part in this game of theirs. "You can go back to him-"
Wish for honesty and pay the price. Sergio looked away. Maybe a time in the past, Sergio would have done all there is possible to do to get this confession out of his brother. Now, he wanted nothing to do with it.
Andrés smiled. "I won't."
Then why tell me this, he wanted to shout, to scream. Andrés wouldn't have answered. And Sergio had preferred focusing on the guilt plays and the games they inherited from their childhood, on any hidden malice or ulterior motives. On anything other than the truth his brother was admitting to him, the truth he knew and ignored.
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[NSFW]
"Either you pick up the pace or I'll flip you," Martin hisses.
"I'm telling a story, don't be rude."
"Multitask, Andrés, Multitask!"
Andrés sighs, then starts adding more rolls to the movement of his hips. "And then-then the officer starts talking to me, which, mind you, is trouble because I had already given the signal to Marco, but he won't stop. Somehow-"
"Did he-god, yes, just like that- did he have a crush on you or something of the sort?"
"Didn't cross my mind at the moment, ludicrously enough, of course. I thought he was onto something, until—" contained laughter starts coloring his voice "—he starts talking about coffee. Just all types of coffee-"
Martin flips them, and underneath him, Andrés arches his neck, waves of laughter intoxicating his moans.
"I warned you."
He tuts. "So impatient."
"What did Marcus do?" Martin manages between thrusts.
"The poor guy-oh- obviously had no idea the officer would still be in at this moment. So, in a rush of pure heroism, of course, I grab the officer's face and just start kissing him, with my palms placed strategically to cover his eyes."
"Strategically," Martin repeats, as he laughs. "I can't believe you. Cheater!"
"It was disgusting, you can't imagine, Martin. Nothing ever tasted more cop-y than this cop. Cheap cigarettes, bad coffee. I'd have never gone to coffee with him after this."
Martin stops abruptly, barely containing a grin. "I beg your pardon? What if he'd tasted like fucking-
Andrés rolls them over, straddling him once again. "You stopped. Fair is fair."
"You just told me-"
A knock cuts them off. A rather insistent one that he dreads more than anything.
"What do you want?" He shouts at the door.
"Can I come in?" Elena shouts back.
"NO!" They both scream in union.
"It's an emergency."
"Speak where you are."
"One of the monks just collapsed. I think he had a heart attack. Come out!"
"What?" "Who?"
"Alexander."
"The others will deal with it," Martin hisses, "we're busy."
"Can't you come drive him to the hospital? What if he dies, Martin!"
He groans loudly enough to make her realize just exactly how much of a bother she is. Then repeats just in case she hasn't heard him. Andrés is laughing, already getting up, thinking he's some sort of responsible parent.
"Let me finish first!" He half whispers, half hisses.
Andrés grins, shaking his head. "Help yourself, maybe next time you'll appreciate my stories more."
Martín slumps back into the bed. "Not my fault that we don't have enough time to both speak and fuck. Hm."
"Are you coming out?!!" Elena shouts, with another series of knocks.
Martín screams at her to shut up, then turns to Andrés with a raised eyebrow see?
I've been busy with a move today and I've got nothing really under construction - - that being said, have these two unrelated snippets from WIPs I've been tinkering with, and happy Berlermo Day 🥰
Hi there! April 3rd marks two years since the best scene in the history of television happened - The Chapel Scene. A date like this should be celebrated and we have just the way to do it!
How will we celebrate Berlermo Day 2022?
Big days are best to celebrate in the community. That’s why this year’s celebration will include everyone who wants to participate. It’ll help you find new fandom friends and share your thoughts.
And here is what we'll do:
Starting from today, you can, hell, you’re even expected to, send asks to this blog. You can ask the whole fandom or just a certain group, e.g. artists.
Examples of asks:
- When did you start to ship Berlermo?
- Question to the artists, who is the hardest to draw?
- Question to the writers, whose POV do you like the most?
You can ask whatever you want to know as long as it’s about Berlermo. There’s no limit of asks you can send. The more the better!
On Berlermo Day, April 3rd, this blog will publish asks it has received for the event.
And if you see an ask that you want to reply to, reblog the post with your answer.
This way, we can start conversations without the "what if they don't want to talk to me??" fear and inspire each other with new ideas and thoughts.
So let's honour the day those idiots kissed by talking about them - you know they'd love that ♥️
Reblog this post to spread the message! looking forward to interesting questions and discussions ✨
