#lcdp fanfiction

[depressopax]

Promise

Nairobi/Ágata Jiménez x gender neutral reader

Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist

⚠This fanfiction includes spoiler for LCDP season 3-5!⚠

Pairing: Nairobi x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort Warning(s): Spoilers for La casa de papel season 3-5! Character injury, mentions of scars, blood and death. Just domestic life with Nairobi. Reader is gender-neutral.  Words: 1K Summary: After the second heist, Nairobi and reader get their happy ending, together.  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

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Promise

The kitchen smells of dish-soap and you hum softly to the radio in the kitchen, whilst cleaning the dishes from tonight's dinner. The bedroom door squeaks and Nairobi sneaks out of the son, Axels room, softly shutting the door behind her. She lets out a sigh and walks up to you, putting her arms around your waist and pulls you close. The engagement ring on her long fingers shine in the dim lighted kitchen, and a smile creeps up on your face, despite the exhaustion after a night of no sleep. You still can’t believe you’ll get to marry her one day. 

“He’s finally asleep?”

“Yea. He’s too damn obsessed with those video games.” she murmurs, her breath warm against your shirt. 

“Aww, poor thing.” 

“Need help with the dishes, amore?” 

You look at the mountain of dirty plates and glasses and sighs. And you thought you were almost done.

“Yes, please.” 

She puts on some gloves too, and playfully nudges you to the side with her hip. You grin at her, and together you take care of the house. 

Half an hour later, you’re cuddled up on the couch. The traffic from outside fills the silence in the room, and a soft breeze from the open window strokes your face. You lean against your fiancées shoulder, nuzzling your face against her neck, inhaling her scent. Moments like this makes you both forget the chaotic life you live.

It’s been two years since the heist against the Bank of Spain, and the memories of it are fresh. You all got out safely, as according to the Professor's plan, but it was a close one. You still wake up at nights, sweaty and out of breath, when thinking of it all. It’s always there, in the back of your mind. For Nairobi, too. The worst part was almost losing her. You try to shake off the memories, and continue holding the woman you love. Your hands stroke her soft skin, until finding the scar on her stomach. The bullet that almost killed her. Almost. 

“You alright, darling?” Her voice is soft and sleepy. God, she’s perfect. As you stare at her beautiful face in awe - the dark eyes and crooked nose, and those lips - you forget to reply. 

“Hey?” 

“Hmmm?” 

She grins.

“Someones distracted?” She kisses your cheek and neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. 

“No. I was just… Thinking.” 

“You look tired.” She strokes your cheek and her expression turns concerned. “You’re thinking of the heist.” 

“No.” But there's no point in lying to your fiancée. She can read you like an open book. Nairobi knows you better than anyone else. 

“I’ve been having nightmares.” you swallow down tears threatening to well up. Noticing how frantically you’re blinking your eyes, her face softens.

“Hey…” she pulls you in for a hug, and you allow yourself to sob. 

“We’re okay.” Nairobi whispers. You seek her warmth, her comfort and love. She’s like a drug. 

“I almost lost you.”

She tenses a bit, before continuing to rub your back soothingly.

“But you didn’t.” she tries. 

You look up at her, but it’s hard to look mad when she gives you that sheepish smile. 

“I’m right here.” Still not having convinced you, she sighs “And I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise?” 

She wipes the tears from your puffy eyes and looks at you. Her dark eyes meet yours, and you can almost see your own reflection in them. 

How many times have you not had this conversation? How many times have you woken up in panic, thinking she’s gone? How many times has Nairobi panicked, thinking she doesn’t deserve you, nor her son? Promise. That has become your mantra. A word the two of you repeat, time after time, whenever shit gets rough.

“I promise.” she says, and you let out a shaky, yet relieved exhale. From Axel's room, soft snores can be heard. You giggle.

“He’s such a damn heavy sleeper. Like his mama.” 

Nairobi laughs and squeezes you tight to her chest.

“I’m not! And I don’t snore.” 

Your face says it all, and she grins.

“Alright! Maybe I do.” 

You sit on the couch, cuddled up for a long time, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you.

“I love you.” you whisper.

“I love you too.”

You look at her again, and almost lose your breath. You’ve been through hell and back with her, and sometimes it’s hard to believe that you’re both sitting here, safe and sound. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, like the first time you saw her, in the Toledo House before the first heist. Now, years later, she’s still the most beautiful woman you’ve laid eyes on. 

“I can’t wait to marry you.” you whisper, totally in awe of her. 

“I can’t wait to marry you either. And then, you’ll be mine forever.” 

Now it’s her turn to look at you intensely. She doesn’t say it out loud, but when she looks at you, she can see the future in them. She hates the sense of familiarity those puffy eyes gives her. She’s seen you cry many times. The only thing that hurt more than getting shot, was seeing the panic and devastation written on your face. The pain as you screamed her name and begged her to stay alive. And then it was the tears of relief when she woke up after the surgery. It is something Nairobi will never forget. 

She’s made a promise to herself, too. To keep you - and Axel - safe no matter what. After everything she’s been through, she finally has hopes for the future, thanks to you.

“Forever, huh? Sounds good.” You give her a playful grin. “Promise you’ll love me forever?”

She rolls her eyes, but still can’t resist your playful charm. Nairobi leans closer. With her lips against yours, she whispers:

“I promise.”

This story was based on request:

Thank you sm anon for the request! And I'm so so glad you like my fanfictions! It makes me so happy ahhh 😭💕 And HOLY SHIII- you're so real for this request 🥺 I'm still in pain from THAT mf scene :( I hope this can take some of the pain away lol 😭 And I hope you like the story! Have an amazing day. <3

Hey uhm just so you guys know, this is the canon ending.

NAIROBI IS ALIVE AND WELL!!!

(I have a whole ass OC dedicated to dating Nairobi and giving her a happy ending - I'm not kidding <3)

[cacoetheswriting]

Could I get a Denver fic with prompt '“You look lonely.” “Do I?"', with angst but also some fluff (or smut, if you'd like)? Thank you so much :)

pairing: denver x fem!reader warnings: alcohol consumption, use of pet names (babe, baby), mentions of sex but nothing graphic, adult language, sorta lovers to enemies? idk. word count: 806 summary: the story of how you joined the heist crew, and what crucial part denver played in it.

(a/n: you'll notice here i call denver 'daniel' and that's bc this fic takes place before the events of the first season)

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Drunken conversations and rather obnoxious laughter buzzed through the bar. The tv was displaying a football game no one was really paying attention to and the classic rock songs coming from an old radio behind the counter only enhanced the growing battle of who can be louder, man or machine.

The room carried a stench of cigarettes, cheap booze and a hint of sickness escaped the bathroom as the door opened and closed, opened and closed, opened and closed...

Honestly, you wanted to be anywhere but here. But given your current… predicament, hiding in this dull establishment was your best bet for the foreseeable (especially since the owner is letting you crash in the room above for a small fee of simple kitchen porter duties).

Ah, yes, the glamorous life of being on the run from authorities.

“You look lonely,” a husky voice — one you’ve come to know all too well over the years — pointed out.

The corners of your lips twirled upwards at the sound, at the sentence, however you did not turn to eye the man who dared to interrupt your thoughts (and safety).

Instead, your eyes wandered to the golden brown liquid that swirled at the bottom of your glass. The quiet jingle of the ice-cubes as they hit off each other was oddly soothing.

“Do I?”

The question was rhetorical, you knew you did otherwise he wouldn’t be here. Wrapping your fingers tighter around the glass, you raised it slowly to take a sip before finally meeting the gaze of your companion.

“Yes,” Daniel lipped back and glanced at the empty seat next to you, “Mind if I join you?”

“Knock yourself out,” you shrugged and took another sip.

He made himself comfortable (as comfortable as one could on the unsteady wooden barstool), ordering a beer in the process.

“You’re on every news channel in the state,” he glanced around to make sure no one was listening to the conversation.

“Oh, I am well aware, thank you.”

Daniel brought the bottle to his lips, “You know if I can find you, it’s only a matter of time before the police do,” he pointed out and took a sip.

Sighing, you tilted your head to look at him: “And what do you propose I do, D?”

The brunette shuffled in closer, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before averting to meet your eyes, “Come with me. My pops got involved with this guy, he’s proposing a deal of a lifetime and we could use someone on the team with your unique expertise.”

You chuckled harshly, “You’re fucking with me.”

“Cross my heart,” he mimicked the expression.

“No offence but I kinda seriously don’t trust you.”

“I know, I know you don’t. But this, babe, this is legit. We’re gonna be fucking millionaires if we pull this off.”

“If? D, I ain’t gettin’ involved with anything that’s not 100% and you know that.”

“Come on, baby. It’ll be like old times.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t you miss it sometimes? Don’t you miss us together? Professionally and… you know… the other thing.”

“You mean do I miss having sex with you?”

“Well, when you put it like that it makes me sound like a prick.”

“You are a prick, Daniel. Which is precisely the reason we went our separate ways in the first place,” you tiffed in response and proceeded to down the rest of your drink before elegantly hopping off the stool, “I’ll see you around. Good luck with your new endeavour and say hello to your dad.”

He reached for your wrist, stopping you from walking away. Your gaze snapped to his hand and you were about to threaten him (just like old times) when he spoke, “See, I know you very well and I figured conviving you was going to be a difficult task—”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“The police have this place surrounded,” he stated calmly, also standing up, “The only way you’re leaving here is with me.”

His face was inches away from yours. The mischievous sparkle in his eyes caused your stomach to flip upside down. Heat rushing to your cheeks as memories of the last time you stood this close to one another flooded your mind.

“I hate you,” you spat quietly but your actions betrayed your words when your gaze flickered to his lips. Only for a split-second but long enough for Daniel to notice.

“You love me. And you’ll love me even more when you’re rich,” he drawled excitedly. Letting go of your wrist, his hands moved to your face, “Now, baby, let’s get you the fuck out of here, okay?”

As if you had a choice.

“Okay,” you nodded, “But I’m not having sex with you again.”

He smirked, “We’ll see about that.”

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[signorin-anarchia]

Hi everyone, Berlermo fandom!

I need your help for a ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything™️.

I've written a long. Like, VERY LONG (25k words, more or less. But probably more).

I've been working on it for months & originally planned to publish it into a single, huge chapter, but now I realized that people could just get annoyed by the length.

I mean, I enjoy reading even 100k at once, but who else does?

So, I'm here to ask you, what should I do then?

Split it in 3 shorter chapters?

PRO: the first one is almost ready and I may publish it within a few hours.

Not giving a frick and publish the whole thing later?

CON: it could take a while since there's a still unfinished section.

What do you think?

Please, gimme a sign & thanks for helping!

Little spoiler on below ;)

[the--sound--of--rain]

“Palermo? Can I come in?” There was a moment of silence, before she heard his breath hitch. “No.” He said quietly. He was crying. Oh, she wanted to hug him. “Please, let me in.” She tried again. “I know you miss him, it’s okay.” ---

We all wanted Nairobi to hold Palermo, or am I wrong? Berlin is dead, Palermo misses him like crazy and Nairobi just... gets it. Also, Sergio should have fucking checked on Palermo, even if they weren’t friends.

[wedgeantill]

Hold on to the pen drive like your life depends on it and don't trust anyone. Dalí.

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[catbythefirelight]

Sergio Marquina in the Descent Universe (1/?)

Soon you’ll be crying And wishing you’d dreamt me Watching you suffer Girl, it would please me You’d be crying out my name Begging me to play my games (Corrupt - Depeche Mode)

[marirable]

buzzfeed unsolved au by @sorrydearie (read on ao3)

Did Andrés honestly think that Martín liked hanging out in creepy cabins? That he enjoyed the judgmental looks Mirko shot his way whenever he came home in dirty clothes, dragging mud and cobwebs through their flat? Or that Martín got a kick out of telling his boss that he had to switch shifts because he had to go to a sleepover at an old insane asylum?

Yeah, right.

Martín wouldn't be here if it weren't for Andrés.

[corvidcantina]

If nobody got me, I know the fanfiction writers got me

[thatcrazymind]

Okay so I made a little prompt for Berlermo fic. I already feel bad for anyone who reads it.

So, here it goes. Imagine Berlermo meeting au (or something like that) - Andres and Sergio prepares for some heist, all those years ago, and they are searching for an einingeer - let’s say Martin is reccomended young student (someone reccomends him to Andres - let it be even some ex wife of Andres who has contacts) and they Watch him to approach him at „apropriate time” they obviously got his whole life already mapped out aaaand they go to bar to observe him cause he has some birthday party with friends and then He’s dancing and playing around to some dumb song. And next we got Andres totally fascinated by him being totally open about himself (he’s with boyfriend and all) and at some point Martin is very drunk and happy and he’s dancing on a bar and falls from it. Andres without second though runs to him and tries to help him stand up but there is the big moment when they just staring at each other and Martin gives him some comment about his angelic face and Yeah, they are kissing. And then nothing he black outs. Years later after many heists, all canon situations (include Mint heist - but Yeah, Andres lifes) we get the chapel scene and all - and at some point they obviously get together maybe even married. And before Bank heist as they talking about the beggining of their relathionship "bad first kiss in the chapel” Andres says something about how this wasn’t even their first kiss, Martin is confused but then Andres talks about this situation all those years ago and then Martin says that He was sure through all those years that he was kissing with his boyfriend under the bar on his birthday party. And Yes, that’s the story.

Omg I already got bored writing it but I wat thinking that it would be good to wrote it here, in case anyone would want to put it in some better words than me and use it :) omg don’t even mind me like this is probably so ooc and all…. I blame Red Taylor Version for all of this.

[depressopax]

Nightmares - Nairobi x gn!reader (Scenario)

Pairing: Nairobi x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, a bit angst - Friends to lovers Warning(s): Spoilers for La casa de papel (s1-3). Mentions of alcohol and death. Grief and anxiety. Reader is younger than Nairobi. (Reader is called ‘Athens’) Words: 908 Summary: One year after the Royal Mint Heist, reader lives in Argentina with Nairobi and Helsinki. Nairobi comforts reader after a nightmare. English is not my first language, so lmk if I make any spelling mistakes :)

Life hasn’t been so interesting lately, calm, but almost boring. 

Life went from straight chaos, to living in peace.

Together with Nairobi and Helsinki, you live in a tiny, warm apartment in Argentina. 

It’s been a year since the three of you, together with the Professor and the other robbers, pulled off the biggest heist against the Royal Mint of Spain.

The plan succeeded, and you got out of there alive. But not all of you… 

You still think about the heist, although it’s been 12 months. 

Sometimes, you wake up from nightmares about the royal mint, being caught by the cops, or just seeing Berlin, Moscow and Oslo die over and over… 

The three of you barely talk about it. It’s still too painful. 

Helsinki and Nairobi usually suggest going to parties, and most nights you spend in crowded spaces, dancing and drinking the night away together with the people you consider to be your best friends. 

It is nighttime, and you feel uncomfortable trying to sleep in the warm room. You can hear Helsinkis snoring from the room next to yours. 

“At least someone can sleep…”

You mumble and sit up in bed, pulling the blanket off.

You are sweaty and feel sick, from the warmth, but also from the nightmare that just woke you up. You can’t escape them.

Tonight, you were back in the Royal Mint, and saw Helsinki and Nairobi get taken away by the police…

As usual, you woke up in panic, thinking it was real. 

A while later, you realise that sleeping is not an option right now. 

After wrapping yourself in a morning robe, you walk around the apartment, feeling a bit disoriented. The balcony is open, and as a pleasant surprise, you find Nairobi sitting in one of the chairs, smoking a cigarette with her eyes on the night sky. 

Your heart skips a beat as you walk up to her. She looks so beautiful with dark hair that falls over her shoulders, and those sleepy eyes of hers. 

Lately, you’ve been feeling nervous around the beautiful best friend of yours. 

She looks so perfect right now. 

She turns her head, and smiles as she sees you standing by the door. You must have been staring, and you smile sheepishly,

“So you can’t sleep either, huh?”

She asks and pats the seat next to her. You take a seat and nod, considering if you should tell her about the nightmares. 

“No. Been a while since I slept well.”

She looks a bit concerned at your words, but only nods.

“Are you having nightmares, Athens?”  Her question catches you off guard. She gives you a compassionate smile. “I’ve heard you talking in your sleep at night”

You feel a bit embarrassed. You didn’t know that you talked in your sleep until now… 

“Do you still think about it? The heist?”

Now it’s Nairobi’s turn to look surprised. She takes a puff of her cigarette and then nods.

“Of course I do. I still think about everything that went wrong. What we could’ve done differently. And…” She looks troubled before continuing. “And all the deaths. Especially Berlin's sacrifice.”

Berlin… Nairobi and him never really got along, but still cared for each other. She was more devastated by his death than she wants to admit. 

Her hand is shaking as she brings the cigarette to her lips. You feel bad, and move closer to her. 

In response, she wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. Once again your heart skips a beat. She feels so warm, and smells nice. Your head rests on her shoulder and you both watch the stars quietly. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Nairobi asks softly, breaking the silence. “The nightmare”

You smile at her, appreciating her attempts to comfort you. You don’t want to tell her, it’s not silly, but still it feels weird to tell her about it. But still…

“I have nightmares almost every night. Either, I’m reliving the worst moments at the Royal Mint, or….” Your voice trembles a bit, and you swallow the lump in your throat before continuing. “...Or, I dream that I’m haunted by the police. That they take you and Helsi away from me.”

Nairobis arm squeezes you tighter against her now. She only nods at your words. 

“You’re safe with me, darling…”

The mood changes between the two of you. You pull your head away from her shoulder and look into the eyes. 

You’re unaware of the tears in your eyes until Nairobi gently wipes them away with her thumb. 

“You mean so much to me, Nairobi.”

You whisper. Nairobi smiles at you and nods.

“And you mean the world to me, Athens.”

You lean forward, and before you can stop yourself, you press your lips against hers. 

Nairobi seems surprised at first, and you quickly pull away, your cheek burning from embarrassment. 

“Sorry…”

But she only shakes her head, and moves closer to you once again. She strokes your cheek with one hand, the other resting on your thighs. Her breath smells of cigarette as she leans forward and kisses you. 

You reply to the kiss with thousands of butterflies in your stomach. It’s the perfect moment. 

The moment is so passionate and intimate. As she pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours. 

“Do you feel better now?”

She asks with a soft voice. You nod and smile.

“I feel so much better.”

[lullabiesandgoodbyes]

Denver, Stockholm and an emotional journey of personal growth and intimacy, mostly built around the bed.

Celebrating Monver’s happy ending at LCDP’s final stop and the magnificent moments they shared in this second volume. Opinions on the overall writing aside, it was worth all the pain just to see them overcoming their problems and depart into a new, stronger life – together, as they belong.

I hope you enjoy this fanfiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. 😊❤️

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[cacoetheswriting]

Hey there, beautiful!🌹

Can I request the prompts - 17: "Why do you hate me?", 44: "I lied" and 2: "Can I kiss you?" with Marsella from Lcdp please? Thank youu, you're the best! 🥰

hi gorgeous 💘 i hope i did your vision justice! (and im super sorry it took so long)

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pairing: marsella x fem!reader warnings: age gap (reader is in her early to mid 20s), a swear word or two, a little self-doubt, mild arguing, forbidden love?, brief mentions of alcohol consumption word count: 1.4k summary: tasked with making sure nothing happens to you, marsella makes it known he would rather be doing anything else. but not for the reasons you may think.

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There are many things The Professor asked Marsella to do over the years. The list got progressively longer as the seasons changed and the tasks… Well, the tasks got arguably more and more difficult. Now, it was nothing Marsella couldn’t manage. And not like he was ever going to complain or stop working for The Professor altogether. He owed the man his life. The least he could do is repay some of that debt with some grunt work.

This particular task however, this one topped them all.

When The Professor entrusted Marsella with what he described as ‘the most important undertaking he would ever assign anyone’, Marsella did not think it would involve you.

You. The Professor’s adoptive sister — younger sister at that.

It wasn’t a big deal at first. A job is a job, and this one was clearly important. And not to mention also quite simple: keep you out of harm's way. Marsella could do that. He could keep you safe.

But the more time you spent together, the worse it got.

The older man fell for you. He fell hard.

What made everything one-hundred times more insufferable was Marsella knew he could never do anything about it. He could never act on his feelings. You were off limits. The baby sister of his employer, his friend. The person he was tasked with keeping safe and instead he developed strong emotions for.

Like, fuck. If The Professor ever found out, all hell would break loose.

Therefore he did what he believed anyone in his situation would do. He distanced himself. Well, as much as he could anyway.

It was hard considering the two of you were always together. Day and night. Sharing a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, where you pranced around in clothing that left little to the imagination…

But Marsella did his best to stay clear of you.

The conversations you once held, stopped. The silly jokes and laughter ceased. If you entered the living room, he would excuse himself and leave for an extended cigarette. You no longer ate your meals together. No more card games or enjoying a cheap bottle of whiskey together. Nothing.

To you, it felt as though you were suddenly an inconvenience. Like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

And to say that simply hurt would be an understatement.

“Why do you hate me?”

The question slipped off your tongue one evening, as the older man stepped inside the apartment following one of his ‘cigarette breaks’.

“Why do you hate me?” you repeated with a little more confidence, while getting up on your feet.

Marsella’s gaze locked with yours, albeit only for a split second, the door closing behind him with a soft thud.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he grumbled.

“No,” you protested, “You’re not walking away until you answer me.”

Marsella exhaled, “Kid, let’s not do this now.”

“No, you are not blowing me off. I deserve to know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much, you have to leave the room every damn time I enter!”

He clenched his jaw at your words. He didn’t hate you, far from it. But even if he could tell you the truth, how would ever begin to explain what he was really feeling.

“What is it?! B-because maybe I can work on it, fix it somehow and then we could go back to how we were—”

“You can’t.” Marsella cut in, the tone of his voice causing tears to form in the corners of your eyes.

It took everything you had not to break down completely, “What do you mean?”

“There is nothing you can do that will change things, okay?” Marsella stated, taking a firm step towards you. “I don’t want to be here. Yes, it was fun at first but babysitting isn’t a part of my job description.”

“Oh.”

“Will you drop it now?” Marsella demanded with a raised brow, but he didn’t quite wait for a response. Instead he retreated into the bathroom, leaving you alone with your tears.

The salty droplets trailed down your cheeks as you stared at the empty corridor ahead. Everything was closing in around you. Your worst fear was in fact reality. You were an inconvenience to him. He thought of you as nothing more than a chore.

You never expected anything except for friendship. He was older than you. He was a friend of your brothers. There were so many reasons why nothing could ever happen. Yes, you thought about him all the damn time (in various capacities), threading a dangerously thin line between friends and lovers, but you knew it was wrong. So you didn’t say anything.

Never in a million years however, did you think he would hate you.

You felt sick.

You needed to get away. Be anywhere but here.

By the time the sound of running water ceased, your essentials were packed. You hastily threw a black hoodie over yourself before reaching for your backpack and heading out the front door.

The distinctive sound of the automatic lock alerted Marsella. He stepped out of the bathroom, calling your name out into the dark apartment. No answer. His first thought was you probably fell asleep, it didn’t explain the clicking of the lock but he could have just imagined it. But then he heard an engine start. His eyes snapped to the counter where his keys were usually placed. Usually.

“Shit.”

By the time he ran out into the parking lot, you were gone.

“Shit…”

-

Days passed. Days and no contact from you.

Marsella had no idea where you were or more importantly if you were okay. He had no idea if you were planning on returning, but he guessed not.

He tried to call the burner phone he gave you on numerous occasions. No answer.

Truthfully, he was beginning to lose all hope in seeing you anytime soon and was gearing up to call The Professor, tell him what went down, when his own phone rang.

“I’m just calling you to say I’m okay.”

Hearing your voice should have brought him some sort of relief, but it didn’t. You were still out there all alone, in danger, and it was all his fault. He should have just been honest with you from the start. No matter the consequences.

“I lied,” Marsella exclaimed, “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“You’re just saying that to get me to come back.” A hint of annoyance in your tone, masking the hurt. “Look, I ain’t coming back. We’re both better off alone.”

“y/n…” he sighed, nervously running a hand through his hair, “I-I need you here.”

“Why?” you questioned, “I was a chore and now I’m not. You can run free. You don’t gotta be my glorified babysitter anymore.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I lied.”

“Whatever you say, but your behaviour prior matched your words so forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“y/n—”

“Goodbye.”

“Wait! Don’t, please don’t hang up.”

Pause.

“Give me one good—”

“I think I love you.”

Silence. The air caught in your throat, his words leaving you speechless. On the other end of the line, you could hear his ragged breathing. Begging, aching for a response.

He was about to ask you to say something, anything, but the line went dead. The long beep signalising the end of the call unpleasantly tugged at his heartstrings.

-

A faint “hey” hailed Marsella back to reality. The unlit cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground as his eyes caught yours.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“You asked me to come back, so uhm, so here I am.”

Marsella licked his lips before the corners twirled upwards into a faint smile.

The bag you were holding found itself at your feet as your arms made their way around his neck, your fingertips gently tugging at his hair. Marsella’s shaky hands made home on your waist. He gave you a light squeeze before shifting them slowly to the small of your back. Your whole body instantly relaxed, your muscles became loose and you let yourself sag completely into his affectionate embrace.

“Did you mean what you said—”

You began to whisper into his neck, but couldn’t quite muster any sort of coherent sentence. Partially because you were distracted by the scent of his cologne, and partially because you were afraid to get hurt again.

He broke the embrace. Eyes searching yours as if he was reading a treasure map and his hands cupped your cheeks ever so delicately, “Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

-

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[signorin-anarchia]

My unexpected entry for Berlermo AUgust 2022:

Chimera

Andrés is held in a concentration camp.

A new prisoner comes.

Or: Money Heist Korea - Joint Area AU

to @veterveter ❤️

[all-stories]

Outnumbered — Chapter 7 is finally out!

“She wanted Alicia to come back as much as she wanted her to stay away.“

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30512379/chapters/78790009