#marirable

a Berlin x Palermo fic.

“I thought Martín was with you when you proposed.”

“Yes, but he went home to change for the party, and since you’re on your way here either way…”

“You thought it only convenient that I take Martín with me, yes, I got that.”

“I leave my best friend in your hands, Sergio. Do deliver him in one piece.”

Andrés' engagements did not evoke any happy feelings in Martín. None at all. In fact, they became hazardous.

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“Don’t fucking touch me!”

Martín's hand was shaking around the knife's handle, his knuckles white and shiny. He was probably aiming for intimidating or ruthless, but to Andrés he looked small and pitiful instead. A spooked animal, backed into a corner.  

Andrés held up his hands placatingly. See, Martín, it was supposed to say, I’m not going to hurt you. Again.  

“Why don’t we talk like civilized men, hmm? Put down the knife.”

A shallow sound tore itself from Martín's throat, more bark than laugh. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Martín bit out. The anymore lingered in the air between them, as dark and foreboding as the blade of a guillotine. “You left me, Andrés. You fucking left me."

But Andrés knew what Martín was really saying. Of what he was accusing him.

You left me to wither away, to rot, to die.  

You left me to become this.

Andrés swallowed.

“I had to,” he said, heart in his mouth. "There was no hope for us. If I had taken you with me, it would have killed us both."

Martín snarled.

“So what, huh? We always knew that we’d die sooner or later. Just like we knew that we’d die together.”

At the exact moment when his phone rang, Andrés was contemplating pouring some boiling water on his right foot, just so he might have something to do. He was bored out of his mind.

After his newest robbery, which had admittedly not gone entirely according to plan, through no fault of Andrés’s, Sergio had been so worried about him being caught by the police that he had shipped him off to Columbia and equipped him with an Argentinian burner phone without any credit to make calls.

Andrés had now spent two entire weeks at the safe house, with only a sometimes-functioning radio and that useless phone to keep him company. It was not the high life he had imagined for himself.

Regardless of all this, when the phone rang, he picked it up very cautiously. Sergio was the only one who had the number, but it didn’t seem likely that he would call, he was always so careful and calculated – unless something had gone wrong, on his end.

“Hello?” he answered, idly wondering how the good people of Argentina usually answered their phones.

“Hi, I’d like to order a pizza,” announced a man’s voice politely at the other end of the line.

Who could forget the 190cm height chart? That honestly had me laughing for days. I love how they pay zero attention to the most basic facts about their own characters, like height and age asdfasdf.

Yeah, 1975 is laughable too because Pedro (as good as he looks) does not look like a man in his mid-30s at any point in the flashbacks LMAO. It makes way more sense to just assume Andres is however old Pedro is at any given time (him having the kid in his 20s seems plausible to me anyway).

The "your father" thing honestly threw me off so hard in Part 1/2. Only after I wrote an entire fic based on them having the same mother and different father did I see that interview where Alvaro went, "oh yeah, we headcanoned ourselves with the same father!" and then Alex Pina decided to roll with and confirm it in Part 5 LOL. Which doesn't bother me since I kind of assumed they'd confirm that hc at some point any way.

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For sure! I might have talked about it once or twice but it would’ve been a long time ago and anyway things change over time

I used to always physically write out an outline for every story, with bullet points, sub-sections, all that good stuff. These days I use a google doc for notes and outlines, and my outlines are more paragraphs/sections of pre-written dialogue stitched together in roughly chronological order for me to use as a sort of map to get from point a to b to c and so on. Important plot or character details get written down just so I won’t forget them if I end up not working on the story for a while (learned that one the hard way). I also jot down songs and words and turns of phrase that seem like they belong and might or might fit into the final product.

just for example, this is just a look at my notes doc for the new Joker/OC fic I haven’t really done much with yet (but have like 10 pages of notes for):

It functions as a sort of toolchest that I put together over time and pull from as I work, but it’s all pretty fluid. Some things don’t get used at all, some things get co-opted by other fics– it’s part of why I do write a full first draft before I start sharing anything publicly; primarily it’s because I’m pretty shitty at continuity unless I can look at the whole thing at once but it’s also because it gives me a longer time to look at what I’ve written and decide what doesn’t work, what’s clumsily done and needs to be cut or re-written. (spoiler alert for myself but if something doesn’t sit well with me the first time I re-read it then it’s not going to get any better and I’m better off cutting it and writing something different than waiting and hoping it will!)

I love having my notes, but when it comes to the actual writing process I’m very much a “discovery” writer, wherein I sit down knowing what I need to achieve plotwise, but the details, dialogue, and overall means of getting these people from one plot point to another are 95% a mystery to me, and they come to me as I’m putting the words down.

(I miss being in college and being able to stay up till dawn most nights because this style of writing works much better if you have eight hours in which to really immerse yourself in the zone, and now I have a full time job and a mortgage and 1 dog and 2 cats and it is much more difficult to find the time to just write 😣 woe!)

I write more days than I don’t, but because of life stuff it’s often just chunks of 500 words here and there and it takes a while to get a full draft going– but I hate the times when I just go without writing at all for like a month, so I make an effort to do at least a little bit most days, even if it’s something purely self-indulgent that’ll never see the light of day. My most productive days, though, are when I do have extra time and can shut myself up in my room with just a reading lamp on, a movie score playing (lately I favor the Annihilation soundtrack), and using this app to keep me from getting distracted while I work. Fingers crossed for more of those.