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darthgloris · 2 years ago

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Australia and Italy I

Pairing: bi!Palermo x fem!bi!reader

Summary: Y/N, Sergio and Andrés have known each other since they were children, and have been planning the robbery at the Bank of Spain for quite a long time. One day, a man called Martín Berrote gets in on the mission thanks to his engineering skills and his friendship with Andrés. Him and Y/N start off on the wrong foot, but eventually he starts growing on her and they start a relationship. The three childhood friends set off in the heist at the Royal Mint, in which Andrés, then Berlín, sacrifices himself for the others. Since Y/N came back to her boyfriend and told him the news, he stopped speaking to her for a long time, and the neglect and toxic tension forming in their relationship leads to a breaking point in the middle of the second heist.

Warnings: SPOILERS, angst, death, violence

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"What do you mean, you're bringing a friend?!" She exclaimed. "Andrès, we are already in three and this circle cannot get any bigger!"

"Come on, Y/N, I've known the guy for ten years. I promise you he'll be helpful." He replied.

"How helpful?"

"He's an engineer. He's a fucking genius who's been planning crimes for years. I promise you he knows what he's doing."

"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked, not expecting a response. "What did Sergio say?"

"It took some convincing but he's fine with it. Please, Y/N."

She bit her lip as she contemplated the thought of a fourth person in their project. There were already enough people and she had a bad feeling about this guy. But then again, an engineer planning the craziest robbery imaginable couldn't hurt.

"Fine." She sighed and didn't fail to notice how his face lit up.

♡♡♡

"Martìn Berrote. Pleasure to meet you." The man smiled politely and held out his hand for her to shake.

"Y/N L/N." She replied, taking it in her own and forcing a smile on her face.

"As I already told you, Y/N has been my best friend for the last forty years. You can trust her with anything," he introduced her to him.

She noticed the engineer paying more attention to her breasts than to her face, which made her cross her arms over her chest and roll her eyes. Dear God, was this man going to be tiresome.

"Excuse me? Eyes up here, please." She pointed to her face.

Martìn shook himself out of his trance and looked back in her eyes. She wasn't one to fall in love easily, but she couldn't help but notice how beautiful his eye color was.

"Why don't you start by showing me your plan?" she proposed.

"Very well," Martìn nodded and took out maps and notepads. "As you know, the Bank of Spain is an highly protected location, so we would need a flawless system to enter."

"And would you happen to have one?"

"Yes, I would, my lady." He winked at her and she pretended not to see it. "First, we start with Plan Chernobyl. One billion euros falling from the sky will generate an unmanageable situation, one that would require the intervention of police and military. That's where we come in."

She already started to understand what he wanted to do. As much as she wanted to hate him, she couldn't. This man was extremely intelligent, an asset that could make this plan reality.

"Sergio will infiltrate the radio communications and figure out which troop will be going to the Bank of Spain. From then on, we will get in, find out the number of hostages present, and begin the heist. After that..."

In a few hours, the plan was laid out and explained. She was genuinely impressed, but she didn't want to boost his ego. She had asked all the questions necessary and he had answered splendidly. He was worth the effort, the plan was worth the effort because now it was realistic.

"Martìn..." she started and he waited patiently for her to finish her sentence. "...welcome to the heist."

He smiled proudly. "Thank you."

As much as it bothered her, the smile she put on his face generated a tingling sensation in her stomach. She pushed it away immediately, denying it to herself.

♡♡♡

It had been months and the three of them had perfected the plan together, finding missing information and mistakes, problem solving, rinse and repeat. That managed to bring Y/N and Martìn much closer than she would've liked. No matter how much she tried to push him away, he did it. He found his way to her heart. And there was nothing she could do about it.

The two were sitting at the table together, going over the equations and calculations to make sure they were correct. She had just finished a handful of pages and got up from her seat, satisfied with her work.

"Well, I'm done for today." She sighed. "Tomorrow we have the last few equations and I'm tired, so I'll be going to bed. Good night, Martìn."

"Wait," he grabbed her wrist.

She hummed at him, confused, and gazed at him while he got up as well and looked down at her. He started tracing the sides of her face, then her jawline, ending with his fingertips outlining her lips. His actions sent shivers down her spine and she tilted her head upwards, hoping to initiate a kiss. He dipped his head down and his lips finally met hers.

Martìn was slightly taller than her so she had to lift herself up a bit to reach his face. While the first kiss was soft and sweet, the second one was a bit more heated. He pushed her into the nearby wall and started kising her more passionately, gradually adding more tongue. She replied eagerly and tried turning their makeout session into something more by grinding her hips on his, which was successful as he groaned in her mouth and pulled away to kiss her neck. He nipped and licked her sensitive skin, which made her gasp in pleasure.

And that was how their relationship began.

...

Y/N said her goodbyes to Martìn and left the monastery with Andrès.

"Wait, let me get my coat." He said and she nodded. She opened the car and sat in the driving seat while waiting for him.

She checked her watch: five minutes passed and he still wasn't back. Just as she started getting impatient and thought of going to look for him, his figure emerged from the doors in a trench and a black hat.

"What took you so long?" She complained, starting the car.

"I couldn't find it." He lied and got in the car.

She noticed a strange tension in the air, but didn't pay much attention to it. Maybe it was just her.

...

"Berlìn, what the hell are you doing?!" She yelled over the gunshots.

"Sydney, go to the tunnel. Now! It's an order," he yelled back. He started walking out of the vault. She grabbed his arm to stop him, but it was useless.

"I promised I wasn't going to let you die. And you know me, I keep true to my word." She croaked, tears building up in her eyes.

He sighed and picked her up in his arms and put her down in the vault. "Y/N, go. Now. I'm already dead. Helsinki, take her away. Go."

The serbian grabbed the woman and started taking her to the tunnel. Despite her protests, her cries and prayers, Berlìn didn't turn back, and Helsinki didn't let go. Her friend turned his head to look at her, offered her a smile, then picked up his M16 and walked away. She started sobbing loudly and gave up, walking through the tunnel sadly.

When they got to the other side, the Professor hugged her tightly, then noticed she was crying.

"What's wrong? Where's Berlìn?" he asked frantically.

Sydney shook her head and more tears ran down her face. The man immediately made for the tunnel, but Helsinki held him back. He took out his mic and talked to Berlìn.

"Andrès." No response. "Andrès, get in the tunnel."

"Negative!" His brother yelled.

"Andrès, we're going to blow up the tunnel. Get out."

"They're closing in, it's too late. Leave now!"

"I'm not leaving without you, you know that."

Andrès spoke while recharging his gun. "Old age isn't for me. Can you imagine me drooling or losing sphincter control? No. That takes courage. I prefer this."

"Get out, please."

"Sergio! Don't give me that. You promised not to stick around if things got ugly, and they did."

Sydney couldn't hold herself back. She sobbed loudly and collapsed to the ground out of grief. She knew Andrès, she knew how stubborn he was, and she knew he wasn't going to get out. He wanted to die with honor, and under any other circumstance, she would've understood. But now, hearing her childhood friend begging while the other exchanged gunfire with police, it broke her.

"Helsinki, blow the tunnel."

She gasped and got up, trying to get the button out of Helsinki's hands, but he was taller than her and held it away easily.

"Don't you dare," she mouthed and the serbian shook his head apologetically.

"Helsinki, it's an order. Soldier, blow it!"

"No, don't do it!" Sergio tried to stop him.

"Helsinki, it's an order. Soldier, blow the tunnel!"

The two men started fighting, but their words were unintelligible to her.

"I love you both. Don't forget it." Andrès addressed them.

"Andrès!" The woman yelled into the mic. "Andrès, please!"

Helsinki pressed the button. "No!"

Sydney could hear his battle cry, then his pained screams and gunshots. She started hyperventilating and fell to her knees, screaming. She screamed until her throat was raw. But it was pointless now. It was all pointless.

"Fonollosa is down. I repeat, Fonollosa is down."

♡♡♡

Sydney, now Y/N again, drove back to the monastery, alone and overwhelmed with grief. Her heart clenched at the thought of giving the news to Martìn. She knocked on his door and he opened it, his face lighting up when he saw her.

"Bebè, you're back!" he said with a grin, which fell when he noticed her expression. "What happened?"

When she didn't respond, he assumed the worst. "Where's Andrès?"

At the mention of his name, Y/N broke down in tears.

"No." Martìn shook his head in denial. "Please tell me it's not true."

"I'm sorry, baby." She sobbed. The look on his face at her words pained her more than humanly imaginable. "I'm so sorry."

He started hyperventilating and cried as well, bringing his girlfriend in for a hug. It was silent, but no words were needed. The pain of the loss was too big for words. She desperately cried into his shoulder while he held back screams and curses, instead opting for clutching her tightly to his chest.

♡♡♡

She knocked on his door. "Martìn? Baby, please talk to me."

The routine had been the same for the past few months: he locked himself in his room, only getting out for essential needs, and when he did, he wouldn't say a word to her. At first she didn't think much of it because she knew he needed to grieve, but now she was starting to get worried.

"Honey, I'm worried about you. Is everything okay?" No response. She gave up, the same as all the other times.

...

Bank of Spain, during the heist

Sydney and Palermo had been distant during the whole training, only speaking to each other when extremely necessary, and the same was happening in the Bank. Since they had gotten in, he'd only talk to her to give orders, and she was extremely bothered by it, as they had promised each other to stick together years ago.

She would try to talk to him, but he always had an excuse to leave. It was always, "I don't have time for this" or, "I have to go now". But now, she wasn't going to let him leave. She wanted to get everything out in order to fix their relationship.

"Palermo? Could you come here for a second, please?" she asked him gently. She tried a sweeter approach to see if he would listen.

"Now, Sydney? I'm a bit busy." He replied, not even looking her in the eyes.

"Well, can't you make some time? I'm your girlfriend and you've barely talked to me for the last year. Hey," she said softly and gently took his wrist. "If it's still about Andrès, it's okay. You don't need to keep everything bottled up. It'll feel better if we talk about it, I promise. I just want us to be in a relationship again. I miss you."

"My God, Sydney!" he snapped, which made her flinch back. "You really think we ever had a relationship? Do you happen to know why I started going out with you?"

She wanted him to say, "because I love you" or "it's always been you", but deep down she knew it wasn't, and she was afraid to know the real reason.

"I needed this money, but most importantly I needed Andrès. He was my other half. And now he's dead, and it's all because of you!" He yelled and her eyes filled with tears.

"Baby, I swear I tried to get him to come back. I did everything I could, really..." She started, but it was to no use.

"Bullshit, Sydney! Andrès wouldn't have died if I was there! If I had to turn the building to shit, I would've! And he would still be here! You didn't do shit, Sydney! If anyone should have died out there, it should have been you."

It shocked her how he said so this calmly. She never thought she would have been heartbroken by him out of all people.

"Let me get something straight..." she started. "You... you forced yourself into my life when I never wanted to in the first place. You made me fall in love with you. You fucked me senseless against that wall. You dated me for over two years. And now you tell me to my face that you've never loved me, that you used me to get to someone else, to plan a heist?"

"You think you've known me for all this time, but you don't. At all." He admitted without any trace of shame.

"Of course. That explains it all." she scoffed, as if making fun of herself for believing him. "Your behavior at the wedding. How you talked about him. Now it all makes sense. When Andrès and I left for the Royal Mint... that's what took him so long, right? You kissed him. And he broke your heart. And now you've reversed the roles. You're breaking mine shamelessly. You really think you're in a position to crush me like this? After everything you've been through? After everything we've been through?"

"There's no we in this! Andrès is dead because of you! You should have been in his place! Listen, I hate this, but I hate not having Andrès by my side every day even more. So I think this is over now, like it should have been from the beginning."

"How can you say that?"

They fought loudly, getting out all the feelings they had bottled up. And Sydney couldn't help but cry. For two years, she believed somebody finally wanted her for who she was, when all the time he wanted somebody else. She didn't know for how long they had been there, but it was getting too heavy. She was done.

"Before we end this, tell me something. I've never made you feel anything? Not even the slightest feeling of happiness?" She sighed as she neared the door. "But you know what. It doesn't matter anymore."

With that, she closed the door behind her, leaving Palermo out of breath and alone.

He sat down on the ground, sighing. He didn't know if it was out of relief, or fatigue, or sadness, or even regret. Maybe it was all of these at the same time. But he still felt an uneasiness in his stomach after saying all those things to her. Blaming her for what happened to Andrès, telling her she should die. He was sick after all, and would have died either way. But now it was too late. They were already over, and the chances of her forgiving his were slim to none.

She was right about one thing: bottling up his feelings was unnecessary. So he followed her advice and cried. He cried without the concern that somebody may walk in. He cried until his eyes were completely dried out. In all those tears, he mourned Andrès, he mourned his relationship, he mourned his last bit of humanity.

Because a part of him knew that what he said to her was cruel. Worse than anything he had been through.

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