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.
pairing: palermo/martin x reader x berlin/andrés, palermo x berlin
pronouns used for the reader are: she/her
setting: pre canon, they are in their late 20s to early 30s
warnings: domestic abuse, infidelity, violence
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
word count: ~3,5k
summary: reader finally confesses to her old friends about her relationship with her husband and they show her that she can be loved
note: this is just pure fun and was to cope w my own things..i’d thought i share it here :)
It was late through the night when his phone rang. Two men just happened to be together at that time in Martín’s rather cheap apartment. Of course, she had no clue about that but she decided to call Martín. For a while she had always chosen him as her safe haven.
“Martín?” she was whispering, he immediately noticed that. But that could easily be shrugged off. He continued laying on the couch with legs stretched out.
“(y/n)?” that made the other man turn his head at the too familiar name.
“Are you at home?” He hummed as a yes and he caught the eyes of Andres who was reading a book on the single couch.
“I’m coming over alright?”
He frowned a bit but then hummed, “Mi casa es tu casa,” then he heard her sniff lightly, “thank you.” It was so genuine and almost desperate. Martín brows furrowed but decided to not comment on it knowing this was not a conversation to have over the phone.
“Well, hurry or else i have to put out the keys,” he said, trying to keep the mood light. Then the line went dead, he let his phone go back onto his lap.
“(y/n)?”
“She said she wants to come cover.” he said with a small shrug.
“She sure picked up a time.” Martín hummed, then he smiled. Andrés shifted in his seat rather uncomfortably. “Maybe I should leave,” he sat up, then leaned over to Andrés, who had a frown on his face.
“Aw c’mon, it would be a late night reunion.” brushed his hand against Andrés’ shoulder and gave him a look. “I’m sure she has no grudges against you anymore, I remember the last time I mentioned you to her she didn’t get into a hot mess.” Andrés pursed his lips, turning his head away and Martín decided to ask: “Do you?”
Andrés then leaned back into his seat, a book long forgotten on his lap. “It has been a long time.” he confessed looking out of the window, “I doubt it will be the same as before.”
“It won’t but it’s probably all long forgiven and forgotten. Don’t worry.” Martín's hand was on his shoulder, giving it reassuring a squeeze. Andrés turned to his friend and then gave him a smile.
Time passed till there was a knock on the front door of the apartment in the middle of Madrid. Martín stood up and opened up the door. there was (y/n) pacing in the small hallway, she stilled after hearing the door being opened behind her.
“(y/n)?”
“This was a mistake,” he heard her say then turn away to go down the stairs. He stepped out and reached out to grasp into her wrist stopping her.
“Ay!” to Martín’s horror there the face he had known for such a long time and admired had an ugly bruise on it. “Puta madre” he hissed, pulling her forward. “what happened to your face? And don’t lie!” To say that this was the first time he had seen her with bruises on the body he worshiped who be a lie.
“I fell,” his jaw clenched, then she groaned, shaking her head looking away. “What do you think?” Her voice had shattered and there were tears bubbling in her eyes.
Martín closed his eyes to calm himself down. “Come inside, I will make you something sweet.” he grabbed her back and pulled her into his apartment. “Let's put some ice on it, too, yes?”
The door had closed behind her as she followed him to the kitchen. She didn’t reply back, the weight too heavy on her shoulders. “Sit, corazón,” he pulled the chair from the table and she sat on it obediently. She felt so exhausted from the night so she didn’t fuss about him ordering her around like usual. The iced pack of peas on her eye was a lot at first but soon was soothing.
“No time to greet me?”
“Christ, Andrés.” Martín hissed, accidentally hitting his head against the cupboard while he was searching for some flour and sugar. Andrés’ face fell into a deep frown when (y/n) had looked up at him with a pea bag against her face.
“What happened there?” He stepped forward, touching her hand that held the cold goods.
“I didn't know you were here.” She said, staring at him with her eye that didn’t hold any bruises. “Martín seems to have left that out,” Martín glanced at her.
“It went over my head to tell you,” he waved his hand pouring ingredients into a bowl.
Andrés didn’t say anything. He put his hand over hers and tried to move the pack away to see what was under it, but her grip tightened.
“Let me get a look, princesa” he purred, rubbing her hand with his finger comfortingly. So when her grip loosened and his hand moved it way seeing the dark fresh bruise. When he got a glimpse of it she moved the pack to hide. “Where did you get that from?” he then asked, still so soothingly. Martín knew and Andrés didn’t. They haven’t seen each other in so long so how could he know. And she knew Martín wouldn’t tell anyone.
“My pig of a husband,” she said nonchalantly. What was the point in lying to Andrés? She had lied to Martín before but he figured it out. If it had been a slap on the face or even another punch but with the exhaustive fight before and after it she would have blown up right now. But she was tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of lying.
Andrés didn’t say anything at first. Honestly she did expect a ‘i told you so’ from him. Afterall he was the only one that was against her marriage to that man. But she didn’t get that. He had his lips in a line and he was hard to read.
“For how long?” He kept his voice calm.
“What?”
“I'm assuming that this wasn’t the first time,” she looked away, when did it start? She tried to think of the answer but she wasn’t really sure. Definitely after the honeymoon and before she got the promotion at her job.
“For a while,” she simply answered and saw Martín still. then open up the oven and shove something in before turning around. Leaning against the counter.
“The cake will be finished in 35 minutes.” There came a silence but a small smile grew on (y/n)’s lips and that made martín smile too.
“Thanks, Martín.”
“Anything to get you to smile,” this made her roll her eyes at his teasing. she reached out for him with her hand. “How about,” she looked at Andrés when Martín gave her his hand, “we watch a movie?” She was smiling and to Andrés it felt like deja vu.
“A black and white one?”
“Yes!” She almost squealed, a grin formed on Andrés face and he looked at martín who also had a mirroring grin. He stepped forward pulling (y/n) up from her seat. andres stepped closer then wrapping his arm around hers. The trio gave each other smiles before making their way to the living room. They settled on the couch with a blanket to keep them warm and Martín started the movie.
They settled in and the movie played on the screen, it was like before, before Andrés and (y/n)’s big fight at her wedding. It was like it never happened, she leaned her head against andres’ shoulder. He looked down there and she was smiling at him.
Forgiven and forgotten.
He smiled back leaning forward pressing lips against her head.
“Your peas are wetting me.” Martín said, his head was on her lap and he pointed at the water. andres smiled, whipping away the water that had fallen down on martin’s face.
“Such a baby,” Andrés hummed with a teasing smile.
“Ah,” she pulled it down and then leaned forward putting the bag on the table. Martín grunted at being pushed. She settled back and could feel the wound thumping. Martín and Andrés stared at her, they felt the anger rise in them though she didn’t notice or pretended to not notice.
“So, who is going to get the cake?” she decided to ask.
Martín sat up, “mierda.” And he was off to the kitchen.
Andrés turned his head back to her and then grasped her nose with his thumb and index finger. Their eyes met and a teasing smile formed on his lips starting to squeeze her nose. She let out a noise at that and he laughed.
“Ay!”
“Ay! Andrés!” The little girl squealed as the boy who was her classmate pulled on her nose. The mischievous boy was grinning as the girl struggled in his grip. “let go!” She screeched trying her best to get out and when she couldn't, Andrés continued laughing. Then her eyes sharpened, pulled her hand up curled into a fist and swung it at the face.
He had finally let go and found himself on the floor with the chair and the table moved back. He stared at her in shock.
Quickly enough the two children found themselves at the principal’s office. Her feet swung above the ground. The boy, Andrés, was sitting next to her with an ice pack, given to him by the nurse, on his cheek
“How are you even in my class? You’re a little girl.”
“So a little girl punched you?” He glared at her and then the floor.
“They told me I should be in that class because in my previous class it was boring,” he glanced at her and then back at the door.
“So you're a nerd.” She looked at the older boy but decided not to say anything, just let her feet swing in front of her. The door finally opened again revealing the principle.
“We've called your parents, Andrés, and the orphanage ms. (y/n).” Andrés turned to her in surprise. “I will take it that this hopefully won’t happen again in the future.” The two kids looked at their principal and nodded their heads as a yes. “Well, glad we could sort this out. Now expect you to go to your classes.” Then he left them again.
They sat there in silence. “We actually have a break now,” she mumbled, then pushed herself up to her feet and then started walking away. The boy sat there watching her walk away.
Andrés let go of her nose and she puffed at him. He closed his eyes but the smile stayed.
“How is Sergio by the way?” She decided to ask as he leaned back into his seat. His smile widened at the mention of his brother.
“He's doing good,” she hummed, leaning forward putting her hand on his hair and smiling as he talked about his brother and his doings. She softly brushed his back and forward, as annoying as this would be from anyone but her (and Martín). This was soothing. He closed his eyes at one point.
“Andrés,” she then whispered. “I'm glad that you’re here.” he turned to look at her and his heart thumped against his chest hard. She smiled at him, while he stared at her with an unreadable expression.
“Here comes the cake, amigos.” There came Martín with one big plate of chocolate cake on it, three spoons and in his other hand a bottle of heavy cream. A grin on his face when he gave the plate to (y/n) and then shook the bottle. “Open up, cariño,” the tip was close to her mouth now and when she opened up the whipped cream poured in. His eyes stared back into hers and were twinkling glancing down a few times. She pushed his wrist away when she had enough, closing her mouth.
“Señor,” the opening now close to Andrés’ mouth. His words made Andrés roll his eyes. (y/n) had a closed smile on her lips with her cheeks chubby with the cream. So he opened his mouth and let Martín fill it with the whipped cream. She watched as she swallowed. Again Andrés had to push Martín’s hand away to make him stop.
“Martín!” Andrés grunted loudly, whipping away the excessive cream from the corner of his mouth. (y/n) laughed joyfully, her head falling back. She set aside the cake to reach out for the bottle as he was laughing.
“It’s your turn Martín,” she giggled then she turned her head to andres. “Andrés,” there didn’t need to be any more words he stood up grabbing into Martín, who started protesting loudly but couldn’t help the smile from breaking out.
“Aw martin, c’mon, let us give you a taste,” (y/n) had shifted closer then poured in the whipped cream into his mouth, but accidentally spilled over his mouth while she was laughing. Biting her bottom lip she decided to go with it, moving the can to spread the foam around his face. Andrés had a wide grin while watching and listened to Martín complain. She fell back into the couch laughing at the sight in front of her. Martín cursed her out as he freed himself from Andrés’ arms.
Suddenly Martín felt Andrés very close to him and he glanced to the side seeing the other man licking the whipped cream from his face. His breath hitched. Andrés then moved away, licking his own lips and he hummed approvingly. “Have a taste,” Andrés’ finger ran down Martín’s face to scoop up some cream. Soon enough the finger was against Martín’s lips and he opened his mouth and took the finger in his mouth. Andrés watched carefully, biting his bottom lip.
(y/n) sat against the couch shaking her head and grabbed onto the plate taking the first bite with a spoon. Her knees pulled up to her chest, she was more focused on the cake. Then she felt her jeans starting to get too tight for liking. She sat back down the plate.
“I will go change while you two decide whether you want to make out with each other or not.” She stood up walking past them to roll her back into Martín’s room. She opened up her bag taking out a shirt before taking off the one she was wearing. Sliding off her pants after she put on the new shirt.
The scar on her upper thigh glared at her. Her hand found it, tracing it with her finger. She got on her knees pulling out the shorts she had gotten to put them on. Then she realized that it would show if she sat down and the question would start. This was just too painful. Immediately she took off and then she got back on her knees searching for some long comfortable bottoms. When she didn’t find one she cursed under her breath.
“Martín!!” She called out from the door.
“What is it?” she heard him call back, she let out a sigh.
“Can I borrow some sweats or something long?” she asked then moved back into the room to lean against the wall waiting for an answer. The answer didn’t come and she frowned.
“He's washing up,” she turned her head at the voice and saw Andrés standing at the doorway, quickly grabbing into it to hide her leg. “but he said go crazy.”
“Pfft,” she smiled at him and he smiled back “you can leave now.” she said but he stared at her studying her. Then he stepped forward, his hand wrapping around the door and watching her push herself more toward the door.
“Why are you hiding?” he decided to ask.
“I’m in my underwear”
“I have seen you in your underwear before and even less,” he stated and she stilled, her face flattered. A few seconds passed then a small smirk formed on her lips.
“Andrés, I’m married,” she cooed, shaking her head and then turning away from him. Specifically to hide her scar from him. Andrés let out a laugh from behind her watching her go to his closet. Opening before she turned to the side.
“Married but spent the night at another man's home,” his tongue bitter, though there was a smug grin found on his face. “and wearing his clothes.” She rolled her eyes putting on one of Martín’s sweats. Oddly enough she and Martín had similar sizes, it might be a little big but worked.
She hummed, turned back to him, her legs covered up. “All these things are correct. But it can't be compared to cheating.”
“As if that man hasn't cheated on you by now.” His words were sharp, cold and harsh.
She was taken back and then glared at him. “Real low blow even for you, Andrés.” she almost spit out his name. “You can just tell me if you don’t want me here.” Andrés shook his head, a small laugh escaped his lips.
“I want you here! but i can’t understand why you keep going back to him,” here it was.
“When he loves Andrés, I feel like I’m flying with him and nothing can bring us down.”
“But it stops.” Andrés steps closer, “that’s why you always come to stay at Martín’s to escape him.” his hands found the nape of her neck. “Escape him, (y/n)!” his thumb creased her jaw. “that feeling,” he stared deep into her eyes, “is it really worth it?”
Before she could say anything a phone rang. She blinked, turning her head to look down into her open luggage. her phone showed the caller as it rang.
When she saw who it was she looked back at Andrés. Panic flashed in her eyes and the more she thought of the choice she could make, fear crawled into her chest. She blinked rapidly then she looked back at andres. Her leg suddenly started hurting, aching badly. Her hand grasped into it where the wound was.
“I can’t go back,” she whispered, Andrés’ brows furrowed. His eyes narrowed studying her and his eyes dropped to her hand. “I can’t go back, Andrés,” she was in pain.
He stepped forward wrapping his hand around her neck. “You don’t have to go back.” Andrés’ voice soothed her. The phone continued to ring and her fingers dug into her flesh. she knew it would just irritate it but it hurt so bad.
“What's wrong with your leg?” Martín stood at the door freshly washed with a deep frown. She let go of it.
Andrés didn’t say anything, seemingly agreeing with Martín’s curiosity. From her phone still ringing to now being questioned, this could not get any worse. But it did as she felt another painful strike in her leg. “What the…” she tried to think of a reason that it might be hurting this much.
So she turned, dropping to her knees, grabbing into her phone and answering, “I’m not coming back, Matthias, you hurt me really badly!!”
“I was going to apologize-“
“Your apology should have been taking me to the damn hospital!” she hissed quietly into the phone. “Just stop calling me for at least a day.” She didn’t let him have another word and hung up. A shaky breath escaped her lungs and she felt rather faint. Though then she decided to push it all down and stood up. “I really feel like dancing right now,” the two men glanced at each other, “hope your neighbors won’t mind, Martín.”
Then she skipped out to the living room, the men followed her watching her figure out the stereo. Soon enough a familiar pop melody was playing. Andrés turned his head to martin raising his brow. “She basically threatened me to buy them,” Martín said in defense. she got into the middle of the room by pushing the table to the side. music was her escape since she was a child, so feeling the music with her body and dancing was second nature to her.
And when the song was right for the moment she could just feel herself. Her eyes closed as she danced along to the song. Andrés and Martín watched her enjoy herself, her dancing was gentle and it went with the rhythm of the song.
After the chorus she opened her eyes and then reached out to them, Martín smiled and was the first to join. Her arm wrapped around his neck and his hand around her waist. they twirled around the small space.
Andrés decided to join them going behind (y/n) putting his hands on her waist, one of his hands resting on top of martin’s. He leaned down moving his head so it was against hers and a giggle left her lips. Martín smiled, leaning down his head on the other side of hers, his lips brushing against her neck. It wasn’t an unfamiliar state or feeling, dancing between Andrés and Martín. They have known each other for a long time and their friendship has always leaned at the edge.
She squirmed a bit, hearing Andrés’ words echo in her head. She turned her head to Andrés, who smiled at her, and without thinking much about it she leaned in kissing Andrés. The man kissed her back with passion, like he was waiting for this moment to come. Martín's lips found her neck and it felt deja vu.
SO I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT PALERMO ( MARTIN BERROTE ) AND HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM BUT THEN SEARCHED ALL OVER WATTPAD AND HERE, AND THERE WASN'T ENOUGH IMAGINE / ONE-SHOT OF HIM, SO I DECIDED TO WRITE ONE MYSELF..... I'M NOT A WRITER SO IF IT'S TOO BAD OR CLINGY DON'T COME AT ME!
A big thanks to those who wrote palermo one-shots and here's mine:
You yelled climbing up the stairs to make it to your shared room, hoping to find him there,
"por qué, mi amor?" Martin said appearing in your way out of nowhere, smiling like fools. If you didn't know him you would have definitely said he's drunk, but he's not! It was just him, he was looking at you without blinking, nodding to your nonstop nagging, "are you even listening?" You asked him, crossing your arms in front of your chest, "si, si, mi amor!" He said grabbing you by your arms and pulling you back to the room, not disconnecting the eye contact with you "it's just...you look so pretty when you're mad!" He continued keeping you close to him, "Did you even heard a word i said?" You said narrowing your eyes at him. He forced your body down to lay on the bed, and as you laid ln bed soft material of the bed sheets you move your body more to your side to find a comfortable corner for yourself when Martin crawled onto you placing his hands on both sides of your head on bed watching you being quiet for more than a minute now, "what were you so pissed about even?" "Your papers are all over my canvas and now, my painting is ruined, thanks to you!" You said as you turned your head to the side watching the view from the big window across the the room.
Martin lowered down a little, placing a kiss right under your ear and slowly draw them down to your neck, taking a deep breath to smell your scent, sweet and more vanilla like, he loved it and he adored you with his whole heart, so did you. "This was the last painting i could finish before i'm not able to sit somewhere for long!" You said with a sad tone, placing your hand on your belly, It wasn't that big yet, just a little bump that can easily be covered with an over sized shirt, like what you always do, the baby was only four month old, but Martin was already in love with the little creature you carry around, "oh so you were mad 'cause of this?" He moved his hand down on your belly, carefully caressing the little bump, lowering himself down even more, so now his face is next to your belly "All these shouting 'cause mommy can't sit to draw for a long time! You see? You are already bothering her, that's not good cariño! We're going to need her for the rest of our life." You giggled at his words "no! Don't say these things to him! I don't want him to think that his mom doesn't love him! You know they feel things right?" You pressed your lips together, "Alright! Alright! But how do you know it's a boy?" "I know it. I feel him." You smiled placing your hand on his, closing your eyes. Martin groaned kissing the side of your belly that was left uncovered with your shirt. "I love you so much! five month and you'll be here forever!" He said pushing himself up to reach your face, cupping your cheek with his hand. "I love you Y/N! And this is, this is the best gift, the best blessing i could ask for." You smiles and blushed at his words, slowly opening your eyes to see him. "I love you too! You're going to be the best dad Martin." You said kissing him on the lips softly.
Inspired from the song from Mon Lafertea singer from Chile "Tu Falta de Querer" or in English "Your Lack of Love". I'll write more song inspired ones, anyways enjoy.
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I laughed and smiled twirling around to the music and a pair of arms reached and grabbed me holding me close. My eyes lit up when I saw Andrés looking down at me as we gently swayed to the music playing in the background.
"Having fun my dear?"
"Now that you're here." I admit and see he gives me that mischievous smirk of his. Today is his wedding day. He finally got married like he always to..even if it isn't his first time.
"Careful now, my wife might hear you." He teases and we look back and we his bride dancing with Martín who is drink again but he looks happy.
"I see no problem with that." The drunk said catching up to us and we stopped dancing to see what else he had to say. "I say we have a foursome."
I choked on my wine and saw the taller man smirk at us. "I don't see anything wrong with that." I laugh and nudged his shoulder.
Andrés have us both a look and went over to his wife. Martín grabbed my hand and pulled me in to dance with him now.
I adored these two men and did everything they asked and ordered me to. I saw nothing wrong with our strange relationship at first, neither of us would talk about this with others or call in love.
We remained having a polyamorous relationship every now and then. We took it as a joke when outside of it but things were slowly changing, for me at least.
I had no problem going on with this but slowly I felt bad for Tatiana since she had no knowledge of this. The night of their honeymoon, Andrés came over and we resumed our odd relationship.
I stared up at the ceiling and felt weird with myself. Andrés was sleeping on my right and Martín to my left. I hugged the sheets closer to me and these feelings inside me kept growing.
Both men had trouble with their previous relationships and were always seen together, it made me question wether Andrés' new relationship would last this time.
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I stayed silent in my spot and glanced back up to see the three of them enjoying breakfast. This feels strange to me now and I'm having second thoughts on us.
'Today I went back to sleep in our bed, and everything remains the same. The air and our cats. Nothing will change. Hard to forget you being here.
I still love you and I think that even more than yesterday. I feel mutilated and so small.'
Time past by and we were slowly falling apart. This whole plan had gotten to their heads. It was about 2 in the morning and both men were working and figuring out how to enter this bank they wanted to rob.
"Everything alright?" I quietly asked when they both fell silent and tiredly stared down at their work.
"Yeah..we just need some fresh air." Martín tiredly said sitting down next to me, he moved my hair to the side and gripped my throat and slowly started to kiss my neck.
I fought back a moan and reached my hand up to grip his wrist, trying to stop him but failed when he pulled me closer and slowly began to unbutton my shirt.
Andrés came over to us and slowly I felt his hands move down to my pants. I closed my eyes shut and felt myself blush, I want them but I can't, no more, not like this.
"Martín..Andrés..stop." They didn't listen they continued to play with me and I had enough. I repeated my words but shouted at them this time and moved away from both men who seemed surprised despite the lust they had in their eyes seconds ago.
I fixed my clothes and looked between them and felt my heart go heavy. "This has to stop." Martín laughed at this and slowly got up from his seat.
"You agreed to this remember?"
I then began to shiver and breath heavily. "Are you okay?" He asked seeing my state and I shook my head and stepped back when he got closer to me.
"Don't touch me..I can't keep on with this." I pause and looked at them confused. "Our relationship is a fraud..we agreed to help each other with our needs but I can't go in not like this."
They stayed silent looking intently at me. Martín looked confused and Andrés showed no emotion.
"I had no problem with it at first, but I broke the rules. How can I not? I'm human..I need love not just a quick fuck. That's not me anymore, I love you both. I love how intimate we have become but there's no emotion or passion behind it, it's all a game isn't it? Please tell me it is because I truly love and care about you both."
Andrés looks away upset I can tell. His hands are slowly shaking and his jaw is clenched. "What would Tatiana think of us-"
"Don't you fucking mention her." He mutters getting angry at me. Why is he talking to me like that? In all our time together he never cursed at me.
"So what if I do?" I finally speak and glare at him. "This is fucked up and you know it. You wanted this as much as I. I truly thought you loved me back-"
"Well I don't." He sincerely says and shrugs his shoulder and looks down at me with a wicked smile and chuckled at my reaction.
I feel my heavy tears running down my face, without blinking I keep my eyes on his and his expression doesnt change.
"I never did. We just needed each other for one reason only." I steppe closer and raised my fist to punch him but Martín ran to my side and stepped between us both.
"Let me punch him!" I scream not caring if someone outside might hear us arguing at 2 am.
"Do you seriously want to do this? I expected more from you." Martín says my name and stared at me and he also smiled like Andrés.
I slowly let my hand fall down and felt heartbroken when they both smiled at me. "You both agree to this? You never loved me did you?" I ask afraid of their answer.
I wiped my tears angrily and began to shout at them both. "After all we have been through! All those years planning together meant nothing to you both?!"
I hold my chest and feel in heavy yet empty at the same time. "And you agree to this? He just confessed he used us for one thing!" I scream at Martín but before I could say anything else he pressed me against the wall and tightly held my hair.
Andrés stepped closer with a smile and ran his finger down my cheek and wiped my tears. "It's a shame it had to come to this. We truly enjoyed your company while it lasted."
Martín said nothing and slowly let's go of me when Andrés told him.
'Come and tell me the truth Be merciful and tell me why, How did you stop loving me. I could not bear your lack of love.
A month ago I used to listen to you and be your accomplice I thought there was no one else but you, I was your friend and I was your partner.'
I fell to the ground and continued to cry. "We no longer need you, we'll do this heist without you." I heard Andrés tell me not caring about me anymore.
Martín stayed silent by his side but he genuinely looked worried about me for a second. I held my legs together and didn't dare to look at them, they left the room and left me alone.
They always lacked love, why am I surprised by this just now? I never meant nothing to them now they shouldn't to me.
3 years later after I left Italy that I heard the heist was successful. Sergio was behind the operation with his brother, Martín didn't join them this time.
The heist was a success and they got all the money but three people died on that mission, one of them was Andrés. I got a letter from him and I held it in my hands, the envelope was sealed and my hands were shaking.
I huffed our angrily sitting on my bed and I threw the letter away. After all this time he decided to send me a letter before his death.
Sergio is a lucky one, good thing he at least survived because of his arrogant brother. The phone continue ringing and I paid no mind to it, Sergio has been calling me nonstop. There is no way I am going back and answer him.
The closest ones are always the one who harm you the most. I wiped my tears away and hid my face against the pillow and continued to hear the phone ring.
Prompt: “I need you to work with me, not against me. We want the same thing.”
Character: Palermo x Reader
Show: Money Heist/La Casa de Papel
Requested by anon
You’d known Palermo the longest, even longer than the Professor. You knew him well. You knew that he would betray even the closest of friends at any given moment; he was, essentially, a ticking time bomb. He was your friend, yes, and he would do anything for you but he wouldn’t think twice about double crossing you; that was just what he was like.
Palermo was close to breaking point, you knew it and so did everyone else, “You need to get him under control, Venice,” Tokyo growled at you, “You control him or I put him down.”
You rolled your eyes, “I’ll go talk to him.”
“I swear, if he doesn’t cooperate with us, I’ll put a bullet through his forehead. He’s the one that let Gandia out! He’s trying to kill us all!”
Ignoring Tokyo, you pushed past her and through into the room where Palermo was sitting, tied to a chair. He smiled at you, “Ah, I see they’ve finally sent you in to bring me round, hm?”
You sat on the table across from him, “What are you doing, Palermo? What’s your end goal here?”
“I just wanted to leave. Had you all let me leave, things would’ve been fine.”
“Look, I know you love a good plot twist, I know you love a good betrayal but you and I want the same thing. I need you to work with me, not against me. We want the same thing.” You sighed, “You’re my friend, one of my closest friends, and I know you’ll betray us all again,” he hummed in agreement, “but right now, I need you to work with me. You don’t have to work with them, just work with me, okay?”
He thought about it but stayed silent.
“I won’t let them hurt you, I know you’re already hurt, but I need to know that you’re with me until this is all over and then you can do whatever to whoever.”
He finally nodded, “I work with you and the Professor. No one else... Now, will someone please untie me?”
