A/N: this was quite a request, @tzkyo, thank you! This is a really interesting plot that is very likely to make me cry while writing it but I love it! You're very creative, hope you get more ideas like this for me to write ❤❤
Summary (@tzkyo 's courtesy, everyone 😉): Y/N (aka Recife) is completely and utterly in love with Palermo, even if all this time he loved Berlín. After his love interest died, he was torn apart from grief, while Y/N did her best to comfort him in hopes of one day winning his heart. During the heist, he breaks her heart in the most cruel and painful way possible, but regrets it when things start getting ugly.
Warnings: SPOILERS, violence, death, angsty af, heartbreak
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I hated them.
I hated them both.
Actually, that's not true. I loved them both.
But I hated the way they looked at each other.
I hated the way they acted together.
I knew I shouldn't. I knew it was wrong to act like this, but I didn't care. I'd been going through this shit every single day for 10 years. Watching the love of my life Palermo being so kind, so sweet, so fun, being himself with Berlín, and then turning to me with a cold shoulder. Of course, he'd be sweet and kind to me as well, but when he was with the love of his life he was a whole different person. And it bothered me so much that that version of Palermo was the real him. Berlín brought out the best in him, certainly. He brought out the fun, sunny, Golden Retriever-like side of him. But he started neglecting me for it.
Damn him. Damn him and his perfect plans and his perfect brains and his perfect fucking smile. How could I be so in love with him? He was impossible, he was selfish, he had countless of flaws, but when you truly love someone, that doesn't matter. And his happiness mattered to me as well, so I let him be with Berlín and tried not to get in the middle.
And then, in the heist at the Royal Mint, he died. That was really impossible to see. The only difference between what hurt him before was that this time it impacted me as well. Berlín was the one who stole Palermo's heart, and he was quicker than me in doing so, but he was still a really good friend to me, almost a brother. He was used to giving me lots of attention, and that made Palermo's blood boil. That was probably why he was so cold to me.
A few months after Berlín passed, I was called by my ex-partner-in-crime Nairobi to join her and Helsinki in their life of partying and joy. I had missed her very, very much and couldn't wait to clear my mind from the hopeless, dead-end chase after Palermo in the lovely landscapes of Argentina.
A little less than a year later, love played its dirty game once again. Rio got captured and was taken to Algeria for interrogation and torture. That was what brought us all back together. But if there was something I wasn't ready for was meeting Palermo again.
Our reunion was certainly heartfelt and tearful. After all this time of grieving on his own, he felt incredibly alone and couldn't deny that he missed me, even if my advances sometimes bothered him.
...
During the heist
Palermo was acting weird. Very weird. He wasn't looking at me at all, he didn't even bother to look me in the eyes. To others, he talked normally, but to me, he just gave orders as if I meant to him as much as the next person. I've done everything for him: I spent my time helping him when he was blinded when I could have been doing much more useful stuff, I supported him when no one did, I covered him during battle. Hell, I've known him for years, why would he be acting like this?
And then it occurred to me. Why don't I ask him myself?
On the way to look for him, I bumped into Nairobi, who grabbed my arm gently and pulled me away to somewhere more private.
"Recife, where were you going?" She asked carefully.
"I'm just looking for Palermo, why?"
I sighed in exasperation. "Cariño, when are you going to realise you're too good for him? Have you seen how he treats you? You don't deserve that shit. You deserve someone who treats you like the wonderful person that you are. I know you love him, and I know you have for a very long time, but how did you endure all those years of watching him with Berlín and then having him push you away? He's not good enough for you. If he doesn't respond to your advances, it's not your problem, it's his, because he can't see the person in front of him for how she really is."
"Look, I know he can be a really shitty person, but he wasn’t always like this, okay? Before Berlín came around he was sweet, fun, caring. He used to show me so much affection, so much care, and when the guy showed up, he started following him like a puppy."
"He might have been like that before, Recife, but he's not anymore. People change, and sometimes for the worst. Even the inspector in charge now would be able to treat you better than this. And she's been torturing Rio for weeks."
"I'll never know what's going on with him if I don't ask him, will I?"
Nairobi sighed and placed a hand over her cheek, thinking. "You're so stubborn. Now go on, lover girl, before you miss your chance."
I gave her a strong hug and hurried off to find him. After a bit of wandering in the Bank of Spain, I found him in the library with a bunch of hostages and a couple of crew members. This was going to be difficult.
"Palermo!" I called him, and he stopped for a moment, but chose to ignore me and kept walking.
"Hey, Palermo." I grabbed his arm and forced him to look me in the eyes. "Um, could we talk? Alone, please?"
"No. Whatever you have to say, you can say here." He replied coldly, making my jaw clench.
"Fine." I rolled my eyes. "Could you please tell me why you've been treating me like trash since we got here? You're acting really weird, and you're not the Palermo I know, because that guy was loving, and cared about me, even if I was just a friend to him. But now... now you're just a jerk who thinks that he can push me around because I have feelings for him. I miss you, Palermo. The real you."
When I noticed how his fists were closed and his face was red, I got scared. Knowing him, he was going to lash out. "Don't give me that shit, Recife. Do you have any idea how much I suffered when Andrès died!? Does your teeny little brain even begin to comprehend what I went through when you left me alone to follow your little friends to Argentina!? You can't blame me, you can only blame yourself!"
In the middle of all that yelling, Nairobi came in I she almost heard her heart cracking at the scene. I teared up at the harsh words he was throwing at me without any regret, and my friend tried to walk up to me.
"Palermo, shut up! Can't you see she's crying?! Leave her alone!" She defended me.
"Why should I care if she's crying?!" He turned his attention back to me. "Are you still here, Recife? Go on, get out! Leave! Stay the hell away from me!"
I tried not to break down in front of everyone and ran out of the room. I could hear their voices arguing from inside.
"Why did you have to do that, you selfish piece of shit? All she has ever done is care for you and give you the love that not even Berlín gave you and you just break her like that?! Are you crazy?! Do you really think you're in the position to break someone's heart? You? I saw what she went through..."
I zoned the voices out and broke down on the floor, my cries echoing through the corridors. I couldn’t believe he did that to me. Maybe it was better like this. It may be better for both of us.
What he had said really hit a spot. Sometimes I regretted leaving him, but I thought it was for the best. The Palermo I remembered would have never rubbed that in my face. He wouldn't have said any of those things, he would've rejected me gently. And still treat me like a friend.
I leaned my head on the wall and hugged my knees to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. I heard the door open and someone sat down next to me. Her hand started rubbing circles on my back.
"I gave him a piece of my mind. I couldn’t let him hurt you like this." She said and I leaned my head on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, cariño. Really."
"You know what the worst part is? If he hadn't changed, if he hadn't started pushing me away for someone else, that version of him would have never done this. I loved Berlín, but he turned him into this... this person I've never seen before..."
Nairobi sighed and clutched me to her chest. "You don't deserve that. Now, why don't you spend the rest of the heist with me, hmm? Get away from all of this for a while. You'll stay at the furnace with me, Bogotá and Denver and we'll take care of you, okay? You know that those guys never fail to put a smile on our faces."
I chuckled. "Okay. Let's go."
...
When they got downstairs, Denver rushed over to me while Nairobi went to talk to the others. "Hey, Recife, what happened? Who did this to you? You give me a name and I'll rip their face off-"
"No, no, no, please don't rip any faces off! It was Palermo. He ripped my heart out, threw it on the ground and walked all over it."
"I have to go, someone is in the need of a beating." He said jokingly. "Hey, listen to me. He's not worth it. If he can't see what a wonderful human being he could have been with, he's not good enough. And it's not all bad. You did a really brave thing, telling him everything you felt to his face. That's a courage he lacks completely, because he doesn't have any balls or dignity. Would you have been with a guy that didn't have dignity or a functioning pair of testicles? Of course not!" I laughed and smiled at him. "There we go, that's much better!" Denver picked me up in his arms and swung me up and down. "Recife! Recife! Recife!" He chanted and I laughed, hugging him.
He put me down and Bogotá approached her. "He's right, kid. Don't let anyone walk all over you. You're too good for that." He pinched my cheek affectionately and I smiled, hugging him as well.
I was going to be better off like this after all.
...
Meanwhile, more days passed and seeing Palermo hurt a little bit every time, but being with people who really cared about me and loved me for who I am made me feel much, much better. I managed to get much closer with the boys, that being Matías, Bogotá and Denver. It was great, they were fun, they were interesting, and they were good people. And Nairobi encouraging me made me feel so happy inside, to finally have someone who truly cared for me.
But I was about to get the harshest reality check I could have ever gotten.
Alicia Sierra had managed to get in contact with Nairobi and manipulate her through her son. First she left her the boy's teddy bear, which contained a phone. I got worried when Nairobi accepted a call from the Inspectora. She started telling her that Axel was with her, and when Nairobi didn't believe her, she put him on the phone. Then she took him outside, encouraging her to look out the window. I felt something was off, until I realised what Sierra was doing.
"It's a trap! Nairobi, get away from there!" I yelled and without wasting a beat, I pushed her out of the way.
The sniper bullet cut through the air as if it was a hot knife cutting butter. Then I felt a pain in my chest and gasped in shock, but almost choked on the blood I was spitting. My hearing faded out and my eyesight blurred, but I could make out Nairobi's voice desperately calling my name and asking for help. I saw a few blurry figures, of which I only recognised Estocolmo and Nairobi, but I also tuned out a voice of which I couldn't forget the presence: Palermo. I could distinctly hear his anguished yells and cries as he tried to pick me up and bring me somewhere else. I wished I could hear what he was saying to me, but I lost consciousness shortly after.
...
*Palermo's POV*
She's shot.
She's shot. She's shot. She's shot.
I couldn’t calm my nerves as I paced back and forth, holding back my tears. Recife just got shot. I couldn’t believe what happened. Her life was on the line, likely because of me. I don't know why I broke her heart like that, I should have done anything else but that! And now she was lying on that cart, a step away from death.
"Somebody do something, carajo!" I cursed. "Anything you can! An anesthesia, a bandage, anything, just don't let her die!"
I heard Nairobi mutter something, but I didn’t have the energy to care. My best friend was dying, the very best friend that never stopped loving me even when I treated her like trash. She was brave and smart and intelligent and never failed to put a smile on my face. I wish things had gone differently, maybe if they had she wouldn’t be here like this.
"Okay, she's stable." Tokio said, making me breathe a sigh of relief. "She's in a coma and we don't know how long it will be until she wakes up, so she's going to need constant monitoring and observation, if we leave her alone like this and something happens, we're screwed."
"I'll stay with her," I volunteered immediately. "The rest of you go down to the furnace, we're almost there."
"Finally getting some common sense into that thick skull of yours, eh, Palermo?" Nairobi asked, her voice lacking humour completely.
"Why don't you mind your business, Nairobi? You still have a job to finish," I countered. I needed to be alone with Y/N now.
She just rolled her eyes. "Fine. Now come on, we need to move her somewhere safer."
...
We took her upstairs carefully and the others left to go back to their jobs. Finally, a moment alone with her. I sat down next to her and grabbed her hand gently, interlocking my fingers with hers.
"I don't know if you can hear me, corazón," I started. "But I need you to know how sorry I am for treating you like that. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was really overrun by grief and you remind me so much of him... but I don't want to talk about him. I'm so sorry you're going through this... I should have protected you, goddamn it! You've always stuck with me, you've been so patient, so kind, so sweet, waiting for me to treat you the way I did before. And guess what? To get me to remember you, you had to get shot. God, I'm so stupid! You're right, I have changed, but you had to pay the consequences while it should have been me..." a few tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Please give me a chance to fix this once you get better. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I lost such an important person in my life."
I rested my forehead on my other hand and cried shamelessly. "My God, I don’t know what to do with myself if I lose you. I already lost someone important, I already lost someone I loved. Please don't be next. Hold on, honey. You hold on and when we get out here I'm going to buy us an island off of the coasts of Japan, your favorite place, and then I'm going to marry you. We'll live on the island all alone, just us, where nobody can bother us. We'll have sushi every weekend and mochi whenever you want, the ice cream ones, just like you like them. And after a few years, I'll fill that pretty stomach of yours with lovely children, and we'll live the best life we could ever get."
I did the best I could to paint her that picture, hoping she could hear me. I want to do all of these things and more. I want to kiss her forever, then go to Japan and marry her and live the rest of our lives together. I want to give her children, who'll hopefully get her personality and both our brains.
But what if she didn't make it?
I wanted all those things. I love her. I love her more than she thinks. She's going to make it. She has to. Otherwise, I might not be able to move on from her.
...
A few days passed and I spent every single day with her to apologise for everything I had done to her, to tell her about everything I loved about her and our future plans. I refused to leave her side, not while she was in this condition. My eyes hurt from crying and my back hurt from sitting in the chair; I hadn't eaten since she got shot, I only had water, and it wasn't my intention to leave anytime soon. Not even to eat. Not even to sleep.
...
I was sitting next to Y/N, my hand in hers, hoping for any sign of movement. Nothing. All of a sudden, her hand twitched and I almost jumped up from my seat. She was awake! She was here!
I couldn't hold back tears as she opened her eyes and shifted her head to the side to look at me. She eyed me up and down, her eyebrows furrowed. "You look terrible," she said honestly, making me laugh. Her life was on the line and she didn't even leave her sarcastic personality behind. God, this woman was amazing.
"I know," I laughed, stroking her face. "I've been sitting here for days hoping you'd wake up. Listen, I'm really sorry for treating you like that. And I don’t just mean last week. Everything I did to you. You were right, I've changed, and not entirely for the better. I pushed you away without being aware the value of your feelings for me, and when you got shot I finally realised what I should have a long time ago. What I'm trying to say is that I really love you. Please, please give me a chance to fix things. I owe it to you."
She smiled as she teared up as well, which made me hiccup in tears, only this time they were of joy.
"Yes. You can have one more chance." She said.
I gasped softly and tried not to shower her with physical affection as I knew she was hurt.
"What are you still waiting for, Martín? Kiss me, you fool," she joked.
"Are you sure? Because once I start, I might not be able to stop." I replied sincerely.
She gave a small nod and I leaned my face closer to hers. Then she moved her face upwards and met my lips in a soft kiss. I felt my stomach drop to my feet at the feeling of her soft lips on mine, her hand trying to run her fingers through my hair. I smiled in the kiss and felt more tears falling down my face, but I didn’t care. Finally, she was with me. And I wasn't willing to let her go.
...
I woke up to a lot of bustling in the room: the crew was running around and swarming over Recife's body, and their frantic muttering was mixed with the unstable beeping of her monitor.
"Palermo, honey..." Nairobi started. "...we can't save her."
I noticed the tears pooling inside her eyes and I almost forgot how to breathe. She was serious.
"No! There has to be something we can do to help! Just anything- no, don't touch that!" I yelled at Denver who was about to detach her from the drugs. "Don't you dare give up! She'll live, I know she will. She's a survivor!"
"I know she is, Palermo, but we're just putting her through useless pain. She's gone, she was since the Inspectora refused to let in the surgical team. She's the only one with proper medical training, if anyone could have done anything, it would have been Recife herself."
"Screw it! Screw all of it! Come on, Nairobi, help me out, please! Please, Nairobi! I can't lose her!"
I saw the hurt and pity in her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak. "I'm sorry, but we-"
Our argument was cut off by the sound of the monitor flatlining.
"¡No! ¡Carajo!" I yelled and punched the wall in a futile attempt to let out my anger. "No! No! Don't leave, please! Please, Y/N!"
The others hugged each other in mourning, but I let nobody touch me. I was too late. She was dead. She was gone forever. No more wedding in Japan. No more sushi and mochi at the weekend. No more children.
I sobbed loudly and clutched her dead body to my chest. I still couldn't believe she was gone. I still couldn't believe that I let love slip through my fingers again.
...
Before her funeral, I stopped by to see her once more.
She was still there, her wound clean and her face relaxed. My heart swelled at the sight and my eyes filled with tears again. I sat down on the cart and pulled her to me, her upper body laying on my lap.
"I'm sorry for this, mi amor. I should have protected you. I love you so much, remember that."
My tears dropped on her face and it looked like she was crying as well, which made me cry harder. My body racked with sobs and I held her beautiful face in my hands as I started singing her favorite song.
"Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte hechar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte hechar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar
Guantanamera..."
My voice cracked and I couldn’t help but give a soft kiss on the lips.
“In this world, everything is governed by balance. There’s what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose. And when you think you’ve got nothing to lose, you become overconfident.”
here’s the berlermo tea some of y’all don’t want to hear, but that you need to:
When we first see the two of them, they’re clearly the same level of asshole. Misogynistic, narcissistic, self-righteous- you get the gist. And Berlin dies before we ever really get to see him be anything else. Yes, in the end he sacrifices himself, but that’s the first and only really good, selfless thing he does. And for the first season and a half Palermo is on the show, he’s the same. The difference is, after Gandía escapes, Palermo realizes the weight of his actions and he takes responsibility. He apologizes. He changes, clearly, and we see that unlike Berlin, he is empathetic.
So what y’all don’t want to hear from me, but need to, is that Palermo is too good for Berlin. At the time they were together, before Berlin died, maybe not, but it’s obvious after the fact that Palermo is not as similar to Berlin as we initially thought. Personally, I accredit that to Berlin’s influence. And I’m not saying that berlermo sucks and shouldn’t be canon. But by the end of season 4, Palermo is a different person than he was with Berlin, and that’s a good thing, and we shouldn’t root for him to revert. That’s all
You've got great theories, maybe you also have one for this: Pedro, Hovik, Rodrigo and Luka filmed something in Tenerife at a port. What scene could it be? Gold extraction plans from before the kiss scene? Also, why Bogota and Marselle weren't there in the Mint? Martín's absence was expalined (kinda), but they could have joined, at least Marseille, since he's a soldier. What do you think?
Pedro, Hovik, Rodrigo and Luka filmed something in Tenerife at a port. What scene could it be?
So unless they flew Pedro to Tenerife with the guys so he'd just hang out and provide us with Instagram content, they're filming a flashback scene. It has to be set at least 5 years before the Spain heist so maybe we get some info on how they met or how they worked together, what sort of dynamic they have. It seems too early to "plant" something that might help them for the Spain heist (unless it's the location itself that helps them? or it sparks some useful idea idk) so, I don't know? Not a lot to go on other than "them heisting/scoping something together". But I'd love for it to be related to the gold though.
Also, why Bogota and Marselle weren't there in the Mint?
So, like-- not just because the characters of Bogota and Marseille weren't invented when they filmed the first heist, right? Okay.
I'm thinking, how about Rafael really takes to the life of crime presented to him by his father? It was in his blood anyway, for three generations. He steals Tatiana from Andres, and then they steal together, just like Andres used to do with her. Maybe he's doing all of those robberies (that I decided he's doing) in order to get the money to pay his father back for his studies, so he doesn't feel like he owes him anything anymore.
But because he's his father's son, Andres doesn't really trust him, and he sends Marseille and Bogota to "help" him - he did offer them two to Rafael as a ~gift ("Go forth and do crime with these gentlemen," Andres said). Rafael knows that it's his dad keeping an eye on him, but he's not averse to having a couple of experienced sidekicks by his side in this new life of his.
Rafael is living his best life (of crime) when the Mint heist happens. He hears about it on the news but doesn't worry - with Sergio and Andres at the helm, nothing could go wrong. Except his father dies, and it really hurts.
He doesn't hear from Sergio for over two years - apparently someone in their team was captured, and Sergio plans to get him back. He's gathering the team at the monastery that Andres bought some years back, and he needs Marseille and Bogota to help him - but he also needs Rafael. No one knows that Sergio's visiting him - not even Raquel - because Rafael is their last contingency, their last hope. He agrees to help. In a way, he feels like he owes it to his father.
It comes to be that they actually do need Rafael. He's the one that gets them out safely. The team escapes to an airfield, and then take off to a location that not even the Professor knows.
Sergio is captured, despite Alicia's attempts to save him - regardless of everything, Sergio was the reason her daughter was born safely so she ends up on his side for a while. However, when the police find them, she goes on to claim that she was trying to turn him in all that time, trading Sergio's freedom for her chance to save her reputation and to get back in the rotten system that she loves. Sergio doesn't disprove her.
He's taken away and tortured like Rio was - poetically, by Alicia, who knows enough to play with his head more effectively than she ever could with Rio - but he doesn't sell anyone out. He wouldn't; not even if he knew anything about where they were. He tells Alicia everything about both plans, because they've already happened so it doesn't matter - now it's just him showing the police his beautifully crafted poems.
We got Rafael, watching the news with a worried Tatiana beside him. There's no mention of Sergio on the news. They surely have him hidden and tortured, he realizes.
He flicks his glasses up his nose, goes to this map of the city. He smiles.
