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I Shouldn't Have Met You

La Casa de Papel/ Money Heist

Sergio Marquina / El Profesor x OC

Summary : After the heist, after Berlin's death, Sergio and you decide to live together. However, this turns out to be more complicated than expected.

Warnings: character death in the past, pregnant reader, angst, and a bit of fluff.

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You collapse, the weight is too heavy, your knees buckle. The pain is so intense you scream in agony. You cry out, hoping to stop this massacre, you scream until you have no air left to breathe. You reach out towards his body, the red suit half-destroyed, and you see his face and his lifeless eyes.

"NOOOO!!" you wake up with this word in your mouth. No, it wasn’t possible. No, no, no, it must have been a nightmare. Indeed, it was a bad dream, but one based on elements that actually happened.

Andrés was dead.

You heard the door burst open, and Sergio rushed in, out of breath, holding a pistol, terrified. It wasn’t his nature to use weapons; he rarely did, only when necessary. But becoming the most wanted man in Spain, perhaps in Europe, left him no choice but to get a weapon. Hearing you scream in the dead of night was reason enough for him to pull that pistol from its hiding place.

"I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was a bad dream, I’m sorry," you said, breathless.

Sergio finally relaxed, though his heart started pounding again when he saw you crying. He approached your bed and sat on the edge, taking you in his arms.

"I’m sorry, sorry…" you kept repeating, sobbing, beginning to cry harder. Sergio held you tighter, quickly checking your arms and head to see if you were hurt.

You were a mess. Then again, he was a mess too after his brother's death, but he wasn’t pregnant with the man he loved and hadn’t watched him die in front of his eyes. Thank God he hadn’t seen his brother's face; he wouldn't have been able to sleep either… he wouldn't have been able to live.

You and Sergio had known each other for years. Since childhood, in fact. You were neighbors, and you quickly grew close, even though you didn’t share the same interests. Sergio was a very shy child, spoke little, read a lot, and was often alone. You were always energetic, had two brothers, and stood up for yourself. You were the one who made the first move. You couldn’t understand how someone could stay cooped up at home reading when the weather was so beautiful outside. After some insistence from your mother, you rang his doorbell, asking if he wanted to play at the park with you. And that’s where it all began. From that moment, you were convinced your life changed.

If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have discovered a love for reading. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have become best friends. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you might have crumbled after your mother’s death. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have had your first kiss with him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have had the courage to leave your abusive father for good.

Indeed, your life changed after meeting him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have joined the heist. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have met his brother and fallen in love with him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t be carrying the child of the man you love, but you wouldn’t have seen him die in front of your eyes either. So yes, for you, a meeting can change a life.

"Try to go back to sleep," he whispered in your ear after you calmed down a bit.

"I can’t, if I sleep, if I sleep, I see him," you paused for a moment, "and I don’t want to, not like that," you said, trying to stifle a sob.

"Do you want me to stay for a while?" he asked, not even sure what he was offering. "Until you fall asleep."

You hesitated for a moment, but deep down you knew you couldn’t refuse, you didn’t want to refuse.

"Please," you replied.

Sergio lay down next to you, a protective arm still around your shoulders. Slowly, you closed your eyes.

Sergio couldn’t. Not with you beside him. Not the "you" his best friend he grew up with. No, the new “you", the one who was his brother’s wife.

He couldn’t sleep next to this “you”. Not with the you who was pregnant. And certainly not with the you he had fallen madly in love with over the past few months. No, he couldn’t.

It was wrong, wasn’t it? Being attracted to you wasn’t part of his plan when he offered to have you live with him on this island, to help you with the pregnancy, with the child.

After all, you were right.

If you hadn’t met Sergio… you wouldn’t have fallen in love with each other… especially in this situation.

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hi, what sort of characters would you be interested in to interact with tokyo? i'm thinking of making a blog for sergio/el profesor but your starter seems to me for an oc? i hope you don't mind me asking, i'm just dipping my toes into the water here. (also so nice to see someone in the lcdp rp tag!)

Literally any crime au or law affiliated type of character. The starter was intended for non-lcdp characters because I don’t think there are any active ones BUT I’d happily and gladly write with Sergio! We could come up with something entirely different than that starter to make it work. Up to you :)

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Plan - the Gift for Ghost Oslo

Plan - the Gift for Ghost Oslo https://archiveofourown.org/works/53948419 by JaliceCookie Hi everyone :-) A bit late but this is my OS aboute the LCDP/Money Heist Plan....Series for 2023 - it´s Kind of an AU OS because i think in the Original OS - Plan Save the Choclate, i let Oslo alive - in this OS he didn´t get out of the Bank alive, it fits a bit better with the Setting ^^ Enjoy reading it and if you like, leave a Comment :-) JaliceCookie Words: 2215, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: La casa de papel | Money Heist (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa, Palermo | Martín Berrote, Lisbon | Raquel Murillo Fuentes, Professor | Sergio Marquina, Paula Vicuña Murillo, OC Child Characters Relationships: Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa/Palermo | Martín Berrote, Lisbon | Raquel Murillo Fuentes/Professor | Sergio Marquina Additional Tags: Money Heist AU OS, Happy Family, Christmas Fluff, Italy, Gifts, Presents, Ghost Oslo, AU version, Child Characters: Madrid, Edinburgh & Andalucía via AO3 works tagged 'Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa/Palermo | Martín Berrote' https://archiveofourown.org February 20, 2024 at 01:14PM

[lavandulacosmos]

Inktober Day 25: TEMPTING

Valeria Tavarelli (Panama) & Xavier Tavarelli (Vienna) [Money Heist OCs from Colour of the heart]

'Steps were flowing between them like a secret conversation' - or everyone's favourite crimelords are back and they mean business.

[Money Heist days - Part 5]

[funghoulkarlo]

Ok so I've got the main information for Roma (Andrés' daughter) bc this has been in my head for a long time

She's Andrés' first wife's daughter

The mother's name was Sandra and she was also a thief

They got divorced a few months after their kid was born

And Sandra decided that it was better for Roma to live with her (which obviously made Andrés angry bc she wouldn't even let him see her)

A while after the divorce, Sandra was caught and was imprisoned for 13 years

So Roma went back to live with her dad, and was raised by him and Martín

She was never legally registered, so she was educated by them

When Andrés was about to marry Tatiana, Sandra got out of jail

She arrived at the monastery a few days before Sergio did and took Roma with her

When she had been only a few days living with her mom she ran away

But when she got back at the monastery, she only found Martín there, depressed and drunk all the time

Her and Martín would call Sergio everyday (with no response from him obviously) and when the heist in the Mint started they couldn't stop staring at the news

After Andrés died, they left the monastery and moved to a crappy apartment in Palermo, Italy

Martín was too depressed to work so, since Roma could easily lie about her age, she would sell her paintings and work as a photographer to pay for the bills

They were ok living like that, until one day Sergio reappeared in their lifes and, even tho it took her a long time to forgive her uncle, he took them both back to the monastery

Where she became really good friends with all of the members of the band

Especially with Nairobi and Lisbon

And even though Roma was already way to mature for her age, neither her uncle nor her dad (because, even tho Martín wasn't her biological dad, she would call him dad all the time) would let her go inside the bank

And they all agreed to get her an apartment in Madrid so she would be close just in case something happened

And something did happen

Her dad had almost gone blind because of an accidental shooting in the first day, he also had gone completely mental and almost killed him self with a case full of madelaines, Lisbon's death was faked by the police, Tokyo had been kidnapped and Nairobi had been murderered

So she obviously took that as a sign to go and help them

[trekkie-in-space]

Request : Berlin flirt with OC/Reader and Marsella/Marseille is jealous - La Casa de Papel / Money Heist

Title : To envy the sun

Author :JackB

Resume : Berlin flirt with OC/Reader and Marsella is displeased/hates it.

Requested by : @ahsxual

Warning : Some violence against women (mild), slur

Word : 4929

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For how perceptive and clever Andrès is, he can be terribly oblivious to some things which can make it very frustrating. It’s not intentional on his part, Marsella knows, it’s just how Andrès is. He is one to take a lot of places in a room, to take the center like a sun, and he does that with such a natural that few people can compete with him. His confidence radiates around and sometimes it feels like you can exist only because he has more than proper manners or because he wants something from you. Most of the time at least. He never knew Andrès to be beyond or shy to go dirty if he feels it’s required in one way or another. But it’s not the case here.

“How are things going with Tatiana ?” He asks as Andrès serve him coffee.

The morning is warm with a gentle sunbeam that promise to become something to endure later that day. If their meeting around breakfast today is supposed to be to talk about some details for their current ‘business’ partnership, Marsella know Andrès likes to initiate the matter himself. So, in the meantime, it’s just friendly conversation or debate.

“Fabulous !” He answers with a warm smile. “She is amazing, things are going above and beyond. Why ?” His question is asked with this peculiar tone Marsella know to be careful around.

“Just thought, you’ve been flirting quite obviously with Athena last night, I believe Tatiana is not one to appreciate such gesture.” Andrès breaks into a laugh.

“I was hardly flirting.”

“Would you ask anybody at that party, they would say you were flirting.”

“Okay, maybe I was flirting.” He admits he bit too proud of himself. Marsella is thankful to takes a sip of his coffee at this moment, hiding any expression he could be making hearing that. “But it’s all in good friendliness. Tatiana knows I’m all for her, she has nothing to be afraid of. Plus, there is nothing more ugly and weak than a man who cheats. Unsatisfied bastard who don’t deserve what they are given. And women love when we give their friends’ attention. Athena was extraordinary last night, my compliments were genuine and I thought she could relax a bit too.”

Marsella nod.

“Why ? Does it bother you ?” Andrès has this peculiar smile on his face which let Marsella know just how much he is screwed.

_____

“May I present you Athena Clementelli, La Prima of the Ballet de La Scala, in Milan.” Tatiana says, the woman at her side smile shyly and bow to him. He return the gesture with a nod. She seems intimidated, and he guesses he is pretty tall and broad compared to her small size, without necessarily looking overly worrying, he knows he is not very inviting at first glance.

The presentations are cut short as Tatiana takes the arm of her friend and they walk away, immediately launching in what seems an interesting conversation. Andrès give him a tap on the shoulder and gently push to invite him to walk behind the two women with him. Even if the private jet will wait for them, passing too much time in a busy and loud airport is never pleasurable.

“She is amazing on a scene, a brilliant dancer and a very good friend of my love.”

“And since you said we were going to Milan, I suppose Tatiana gives a representation there.”

“Exactly, it’s a partnership. Tatiana will play, and Athena will dance. And us, we will steal. But first, Venice, we have ten days before the representation, we want to make the most of it.”

That’s one of the advantages to work with Andrès, beautiful city, fancy places and good times are always of the party at some point or another.

This private plane is quite nicely sized. There’s a lot of room and the two women quickly take up the front side, close to the cabin and continue their chatting.

“It’s been a long time, they have a lot to tell each other.” Andrès says as he sits closer to the back, leaving the girls some privacy.

He sat near him, the crew that will take care of them during the trip prevent them from talking about the heist they are planning, so after a bit of small talk Andrés decide to take a nap.

Marsella find himself dragged to the jovial conversation ahead the plane, the current article he found to occupy his time is too uninteresting to keep his attention. And at this point ear dropping anything and everything has become a habit, an instinct he doesn’t even intentionally think about.

The conversation contains nothing capital in itself. Athena just explain to an overly please Tatiana how she ousted her competitors for the place of Prima and secured her position. She might not look like it, but if what he hears is true, she is ferocious when she wants something or when someone pissed her off. Her tale is brutal and for a second he wonder how he expected less of a friend of Tatiana and Andrès.

Times passes and Tatiana joins them in the back. Or rather join Andrès. He knows it’s time to head out and leave the couple be extravagant together as only them know how and dare to be. So he joins Athena in the front, he smiles at her as he sits on the other side of the corridor to her, and she answer with a small smile, quickly returning to her occupation.

He notices her without observing, if he is to work with her, potentially, he is not sure of all the details yet, he needs to know more about her.

For what he can see, she keeps to herself, she is kind and polite with the staff and tends to be more reserved with the man than with the woman that she easily chats up with.

When he gets up to relax his legs and take a few steps he accidentally let the magazine he had hardly been reading fall, as he bends to pick it up he is outpaced by Athena, picking it up for him.

“Oh, let me.” She says in Italian. She hands him the magazine quickly.

“Thank you.” He answers back in her tongue.

She is pleasantly surprised.

“You speak Italian ?”

“I do.”

“Is it just a few words every tourist knows or.. ”

“Or am I able to hold a specific conversation ? Feel free to try me.” He continues while stretching a bit. “But apologize my regionalism, it is a bit poor.”

She smiles and invites him to sit in front of her.

“Where did you learn Italian ?”

“I’ve studied over in Naples, I was terrible, but I couldn’t afford to be in the army.”

“You’re a soldier ?”

“Was.”

“Did you ever kill someone ?” He gives a nervous laugh.

“Going straight for the delicate question I see.”

“Just curious I suppose.”

“Be careful, next she will ask you miliary secret.” Tatiana says as she passes beside them to go talk to the pilot.

Athena blush slightly, her eyes lower. Tatiana is not long to come back, and in the back Andrès call for her loudly with loving and erotic suggestions that she answer positively to, which only make Athena blush further.

“Don’t worry, there is noise canceling headphone if they can’t wait to arrive at the hotel.”

“We don’t have that luxury in our training studio, but maybe I should require it.”

“As a prima I’m sure you could.”

“Definitely.”

“How did you meet Tatiana ?”

“In a gala representation in Moscow, it was one of the most terrible and chaotic nights I ever had, ask Tatiana she tells the tale better than me. And let’s says it didn’t go well at all with her at first, but that night or rather morning, we found ourselves outside, drinking vodka to keep us warm and we made friends over the chaos of that night.”

“Found you had more in common ?”

“Absolutely. I wasn’t a Prima at that time, took me a lot of work to achieve it, that world is harsh and unforgiving. I found the same determination in Tatiana.”

They can hear the couple get more excited in the back.

“I think I’m going to take those noise canceling headphone and takes a nap.”

Marsella open the drawer on the side for her. She thanks him in a tone that seems too grateful for such a small and inconsequential gesture. He regains the other side of the plane, giving her space and privacy.

____

Upon arriving in the Marco Polo airport they are approached by a small group, Athena walk slightly faster to meet with the older woman that seems to be the one in charge. It just strikes him upon seeing them smiling, that they must be dancers too. Their stance and physics similar to how he saw Athena be.

Tatiana and Andrès present themselves easily and himself feel a bit clumsy around, though it goes unnoticed.

“Thank you so much Madame Bartolotti for letting me train.. ”

“Nonsense, you know you’re always welcome here. Though I do have a favor to ask of you.” She asks as she takes Athena arm in hers and start walking, leaning the way for their little group.

“Of course, anything.”

“The city receives conservators from all around the country for a conference on the Italian renaissance, I would like you to give a representation for them at the opening party.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Of course your friends are invited.”

“It’s more than appreciated Madame Bartolotti, if I may, my cherished wife is an extraordinary pianist.” Andrès says, holding his hand in the air for Tatiana to take, he brings her so naturally on the scene, letting her use her charm.

“It would be my pleasure to offer you my service for this party.” She says. “As a way to thank you for your hospitality.”

“Tatiana and I have been working several times together, she is talented.” Athena adds. “More so than Regazzi.”

“I see no reason not to accept, I will speak with the orchestra of your participation. I’m very curious to discover your performance, not many people can compete with Regazzi, but I know Athena never hand out such compliment on a whim.”

“Oh I know she is never one to brush an ego just to be kind.” Tatiana confirms.

“Exactly. It will take place in the Palazzo Ducale in four days, I hope it’s enough time for you to rest and prepare.”

“Of course. More than enough.” Athena affirms.

“Good, may I present you to Nicolo, Manfredi and Cirillo, you will work with them, they are at your disposition and you will be the one to choose who come with you for the duet at the party.”

She nods at the three men, slightly in retreat, careful as they all present themselves to her once more.

“It would be to pleasure to work with you. The trip has been long it will have to wait tomorrow morning for repetition, but I would like to see how you dance today. If you don’t mind.”

That being set, they all embark in a boat to join the main city. Athena and Tatiana head for the theater La Fenice with Bartolotti and the dancers, while him and Andrès head for their hotel. They have a lot of things to discuss for the Heist in Milan and details to sort out. He is not even surprised to see how luxurious the Monaco & Grand Canal hotel is, nor to be paid a room for the time of his stay. Andrès love luxe and always treat his trusted collaborators well.

____

Athena is quick to leave in the morning, the sun is only peaking in the horizon and the air is fresh from the breeze. She does not notice him as she passes beside the terrace, her brilliant brown hair flow with her movement and she tie them in a near perfect chignon without thinking. The way from the hotel to the theater is not long but her pace is dynamic. Though, she is stopped when a woman comes toward her with an even quicker pace and a palpable determination.

He focus back on his coffee and the news in the journal. But his ears are sharp as he listens to what he can.

“ … mistake, you can perform to that party only because I don’t have time for it. You are no more than a convenience for Madame Bartolotti.”

“Not my fault if you can’t assume multiple project at the same time Olivia.”

“Keep low, I lend you my theater by respect but don’t come strutting on my field.”

“Madame Bartolotti is the one to lend me La Fenice.. ”

Marsella can feel the tension between the two women, it wouldn’t take much for it to escalate.

“..But thank you for lending me your dancers, they are talented.” Athena softens, calming the electric heat between Olivia and her.

“That conference is important, the representation need to be perfect, I wouldn’t risk it with a low tier dancer, now it’s up to you not to screw it up.”

“I never do and you know that. Personally even. I will make sure to address how generous you were though.” Olivia nod.

“If we’re clear.”

“We are.”

The woman leaves promptly, not without a dry glare that Athena return with more restrain. Once out of sight she relaxes and breath out before storming back toward the hotel. It’s at this moment she notices him. He salutes her and invite her to his table.

She takes on the offers and sit carefully in front of him, nervous.

“You seems pissed off.” He comments.

“One coffee please, and add a bit of whiskey in it please.” She asks a passing waiter who nods to her request. “Yah.” She answers him, untying her hair who fall back on her shoulder.

“Whiskey right in the morning ?”

“Just to take the edge off. She’s.. ” She starts but stops herself to calm a bit. “She’s the Prima of La Fenice, and in my world a Prima hates other Prima. We are in constant concurrence. And it’s without counting ex-Prima who are bitter to be on the bench and those who wish to take our place.”

“Coexistence is hard I see.”

“It is. She is even more bitter because I was supposed to be the Prima of La Fenice, she was the backup option in case I didn’t take the position.”

The waiter arrives with her coffee and she takes a sip or two of it.

“I’m not here to take her place, she doesn’t need to freak out and put pressure on me.”

“If she does it’s because you still represent a threat to her. You’re the one putting pressure on her just by being here.”

“True.” She smiles and gets up. “I’m sorry, I have to leave if I don’t want to be late. Thank you for the talk, I needed to calm down.”

“My pleasure. Any good place I wouldn’t dare to miss while I’m here ?” He asks.

“Try the Castello District and try to find the garden. It’s beautiful.” She says after a bit of reflexion.

“I will. Thank you.”

She quickly leaves. He knows he has a few hours to kill before he meets Andrès again, plenty of time to visit some places, the last time he came in Venice was for a contract and he didn’t have the leisure to enjoy the city. So be the Castello District then.

____

That evening, as he is about to leave the hotel Marsella see Athena in the lounge, a nearly empty drink in hand and a bored expression on her face. He goes to salute her and she smile at him.

He quickly learn the reason for her poor mood. Tatiana and her were supposed to go out tonight, but she canceled their plan in favor of her husband, which in itself is understandable.

“I’m going out to eat, care to join me ?” He offers. He is used to being alone but wouldn’t say no to the bright company of Athena.

She hesitates an instant but accept.

“The garden was indeed beautiful.” He says.

“I’m glad you found it, it’s a sight to see. Especially since green space are rare and private most of the time in Venice.”

On their way for a restaurant they cross paths with a dog, Athena is quick to go to pet it, forgetting what is around her and Marsella himself. Only remembering his company when he lower down to pet the animal too.

“Dogs are the best.” He comments, memories coming back to him.

“Do you have one ?”

“Had.” She nods, he can see in her eyes that she is curious but restrain from asking. “Do you ?” He asks back.

“I wish I had, but I’m traveling too much, I would never see it and my heart would break.”

“You always have time later.”

“When someone takes my place, sure. I may have more time then, but I don’t want to think of it. The sooner you think it will end the sooner it end.” She refocus on the dog who is more than happy to be getting attention. “I don’t know much about you, so tell me a bit about your dog.” She finally asks. He laughs,

“Alright, she was called.. ”

The evening goes well, their dinner is passed to talk about their past animals for the most part and in those tales are woven some details about their life.

Back at the hotel, they are about to split back in their respecting room when she proposes :

“If you like, come to see me rehearse tomorrow. La Fenice is a sight to see from inside and I like to have a public.”

“I will come.”

“Good. Only if you want, of course, and you don’t have to stay for long if you do come.” She adds quickly.

“It’s fine.” He reassures. “I’m curious.”

“Good then. Just says your name when you arrive, I will warn them to let you enter.”

“Noted. Good night.”

“Good night.”

____

As he enters the theater, he is humbled by the beauty of the place. He is not really used to that kind of environment, it’s not his primary point of gravitation, though he learned how to blend in most places.

He is guided in a few corridors then shown directions to the backstage by an obviously bored receptionist. He apparently arrived at the moment where they took a break as nobody had been on the scene when he was guided there at first.

It’s not a problem for him, he makes his ways in a few steps and follow the sound of voices.

It’s unclear at first, but he quickly recognizes the tone of a conflict. If he speed up, he does so as quietly he can. Listening carefully.

He easily recognize Athena voice and what must be one of the dancers that were at the airport.

“.. Picked Manfredi, my decision is final, stop arguing.”

“I’m a better dancer.”

“You can keep repeating that it’s not going to make me change.”

“You’re just an entitled bitch, Manfredi will drop you tomorrow.. ”

“You’re the one who nearly dropped me yesterday.” She snaps back.

“I need that position, what don’t you get about that ?”

“I don’t car.. ”

“I need the money, I need the publicity for my career, some recognition, it’s simple. What you don’t get about that ?”

Something is thrown on the wall and break loudly on the floor. Marsella is getting closer, but still out of sight, and can pick up Athena fearful gasp.

“Leave. I didn’t pick you. Give it up.” She tries again with force yet her tone is full of anguish.

“I’m a good dancer, I was Olivia’s main.. ”

“Yeah ? Well, I get why she dropped you.”

“You.. ”

Athena back up to find herself cornered on a table as he raises his hand against her. He finds himself firmly stopped right in the air. She raise her eyes toward Marsella and let out a relieved breath. The man tries to free himself, but he is firmly held and any attempts drop flat.

“I believe she told you to leave !” He says firmly.

“Who the fuck are you ?” He tries to free himself again, in vain. Marsella place himself between him and Athena. Making him back up.

“You can think of me I some sort of guard dog if you want.” The other man snort.

“Who the fuck he is ?” He asks Athena directly.

Marsella snap his fingers near his ears, his grip tighten on his arm.

“It’s with me you’re dealing now boy. Better calm down, it would be unfortunate for you to get injured, don’t you think ?”

“What ? You’re a psycho.”

“You can’t dance with a damaged knee I believe, or I’m thinking, maybe an ankle.”

“What do you want ?”

“For you to leave just like Athena asked.”

“Fine.” He tries to free himself but Marsella still don’t let go. “I’m leaving.”

“And if something were to happen to Athena or hm.. Manfr.. ” He turns toward Athena.

“Manfredi.” She answers.

“Manfredi.” He repeats. “I will hold you personally responsible, and well, let’s says you don’t want that. Are we clear ?”

“Clear.” The man has a smaller voice now as he takes in the threat.

Marsella let go of him and the man leave promptly, cursing lowly.

“You’re alright ?” He asks Athena.

“Ye.. ”

“Where is this bastard ?” Andrès exclaimed as he enters the backstage, Tatiana following him closely. Marsella point out a direction he immediately follows.

“You’re okay ?” Tatiana asks her.

“Yes, it’s fine, it just got a bit heated.”

“More than heated, he was getting violent.” Marsella correct.

“Did he touch you ?” Tatiana asks.

“Was about. Thank you for your help. I’m glad you came.” She directs at Marsella.

“He’s always there when you need him, that is true.” Andrès says as he comes back.

They all, but Athena, exchange a knowing glare, that man will get some repercussion.

“Do you want to go out, relax ?”

“No, I’m waiting for Manfredi.”

“We can leave a note and he can join us when he arrives.” Athena thinks an instant.

“Okay, yeah, taking some air will do me good.”

On their way out Athena turn to Marsella. He is already way bigger and taller than her but at this moment, she seems so small as she looks up.

“You wouldn’t have hurt him do you ?”

“Only if necessary.” He answers and his tone comes out a bit too coldly.

In a second he had passed from a helpful friend to a scary stranger. Feeling her sudden unease Tatiana grabs her arm and they take the front.

“Don’t worry.. ” He hears her says.

“It’s good you were here to help her.” Andrès tell him.

“You want to do something about the boy ?”

“Nicolo Virona, and yes, I believe he deserves a bit more than a threat.”

They end up taking a small walk on the street, before having a coffee on a terrace. The mood lightens up and earlier worries are forgotten. Manfredi do join them and conversation come to turn around dance and the many interesting stories that come with working within a ballet of worldwide fame.

“We should go back and rehearse.” Manfredi says after a bit of time. “You can both come to watch us if you want.” He directs at him and Andrès.

“I would like that.” Athena says, any worries she had, had disappeared from her sharp brown eyes which reassure him in accepting the proposition.

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The party is grandiose. The Doge’s Palace is extraordinary, beautiful painting recovers the walls and ceiling, ornated with golden moldings and wood, it’s a masterpiece like you rarely see one. A superb white piano awaits for Tatiana to start playing. Place has been made in the center of the room for the arrivals of the dancers and a grounding choir of whisper can be heard, all eager and curious to see what will follow. It calm down as light focus on the scene, plunging everyone in a gentle darkness.

“Look at her.” Andrès tell him, watching Tatiana as she starts playing. Full of admiration and love.

Everybody goes quiet as notes rise in the room.

Manfredi come, his steps are fluid and elegant and give an impression of languor and sadness. Slow and yearning. They’ve seen him do those steps in training but it hit different tonight. The note of the piano follow the mood, and when it accelerates they know Athena will make her entry soon.

She doesn’t come from where Manfredi emerged but from the crowd around where she squeezes her way with smooth movements.

She jumps and her partner catch her easily, like it’s nothing. He holds her high and turn and when she goes down he embraces her as if they were lovers finding each other again. Lowering her down nearly to the floor. In a quiet and peaceful move. There’s a reverence to it.

Then she finds herself on her feet and they separate for a few moves to find each other again. Every movement is fluid, elegant, and with a natural and a sensuality that is mesmerizing.

It’s beautiful.

The room goes dark when they finish and all light lighten up back for the final salute, applause raise high in the room and many are coming to congrats them on their performance and exchange a few words. He stays in retreat until he can himself go and present his admiration.

“Athena, you were.. ”

“MAGNIFICENT.” Andrès cuts him and pass in front of him catching all of Athena attention. She can barely glance at him before Andrès catch her attention by a flow of beautifully worded compliments. His would be pale in comparison. Not that his feeling and intention would be less, but the form would be poor compared to Andrès.

Sublime, grandiose, opulent, splendid, elegant, sumptuous, majestic.. Andrès spare no compliment. He makes her laugh and manages to eclipse everything around them.

“Do you want a drink ?”

“A flute of champagne would be perfect.” Andrès turn toward him and he knows the task to go pick one fall on him.

“You were resplendent, I’m humbled by such beauty.” He tells her as he hand her the flute when he comes back.

“Thank you.”

“I agree, nobody could look away from you.” Andrès takes her hand and kiss the top of it which make Athena giggle.

In a second, Marsella is forgotten again. He looks at Andrès in disbelief, annoyed by his lack of tact.

“I hope you will grant me the pleasure of a dance tonight.” Andrès asks.

“It would be my pleasure. But I need to change first.”

“Of course.”

Marsella doesn’t manage to offers more than a few words to Athena, her attention caught by the effervescence of the party. After a time he doesn’t really try anymore. It’s not his place, not his world. He doesn’t have Andrès talent and charm and he can’t help but feel a bit bitter about it. Andrès know how to stand out while he is an expert in blending in the crowd to never be seen. A bit too much to his tastes. It doesn’t really matter, Athena seems like she enjoys herself, his presence or not wouldn’t change anything.

____

“Why ? Does it bother you ?” Andrès has this peculiar smile on his face which let Marsella know just how much he is screwed.

“No.” Andrès laugh gently.

“Yes, it does.” He seems very pleased with himself. “It does. You like her.”

He doesn’t answer, this is escalating to a way he doesn’t like.

“Difficult not to, she is brilliant, intelligent, beautiful. Everybody had her eyes on her last night.” Marsella raise his cup to this. “But you could have stood out. Invite her, catch her attention for yourself.”

Difficult when you’re already on the scene. He thinks.

Andrès catch the hint in his eyes. “Oh, because of me ?” He laughs, and Marsella hates it, he feels like being mocked.

“I’m hardly going to compete with you, it’s your field.” He answers calmly.

“I’m taking your envy as a compliment, but you need to be more outstanding, a bit more.. ” He searches his words, a hand on his shoulder. “A bit more.. A bit less proper and a bit more confident.”

Andrès touch bother him and he moves slightly, thankfully his working partner take the hint and removes his hand.

“You’re giving me advice now ?” He can’t help but feel bitter and slightly humiliated.

“Look at me, I get everything I want, I take everything I want. I can help you.” Marsella snort. Andrès come to sit at his side. “No, it’s true. Athena appreciates you. You, the one who came to her rescue. Make a grand gesture, she will appreciate it.”

“She’s not like Tatiana.”

“Exactly, I’m a bit too much for her, she needs someone a bit more subtle. Here what I think.. ”

The preparation for the heist in Milan is forgotten as Andrès expose his idea.. Marsella previous bitterness fade in favor of amusement. Alright, maybe he can learn a thing or two.

End.

[unobtainabledreams]

“you are everything that I dreamed of, but you are unobtainable.”

[varganardi]

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Here's Athenobi and Roma x Berlin hanging out! :3

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Later that day... (probably) Nairobi and Berlin: *cussing at each other in Spanish* Roma: ...Should we stop them? Athens: Nah, they'll figure it out 🥰 Athens: ...Wanna get ice cream? Roma: Yea!

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[cacoetheswriting]

don’t leave me - the professor

Warnings: angst, death, violence, gunshots Word Count: 677 Request By: @dcrthbaeder : “could you do a professor (money heist) oneshot/imagine?” Summary: You’re with the Professor, feeling helpless, as Berlin speaks his last words on the other line.

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The look on his face was more than unpleasant. It was worry. He was clearly worried and it made you feel sick. 

It was supposed to be a happy day. Up until now everything was going according to plan. All of this, the heist, it was almost over. You were so close. 

But there he stood, his hand shaking as he repeated Berlin’s real name into the headset with a shaky breath. “Andrés?” 

He was stood still. You were pacing. You couldn't stop pacing. Your arms crossed across your chest, breathing heavily with tears in your eyes.

“Andrés.” Professor repeated. “Enter the tunnel.” 

You couldn't hear what was being said on the other side, honestly you didn't want to hear. You knew what was going to happen, there was only one way this was going to end, and you didn't want to listen to that.

“Andrés, we’re going to blow up the tunnel, you have to get out of there.” The Professor tried his best to remain calm but you could tell he was on the brink of a breakdown. 

“I’m not going to leave here without you.” 

You stopped in your tracks at his words and looked at him, at the back of his head, before glancing at Helsinki. There were tears streaming down your face now, if you saw yourself in the mirror your cheeks would be black from the smeared mascara. 

“Please leave...” Professor’s voice broke. You wanted to bad to hug him, tell him it was going to be okay, but you knew it wouldn't help. He was about to lose his brother, nothing you could say would make that better. 

“No...no...” All of a sudden Professor turned to look at Helsinki who raised his arm with the detonator. “No, don’t do it.” He charged at Helsinki, trying to get the device. 

“Berlin..” You whispered under your breath, your hands holding your cheeks now masking the tears. The Professor tried to fight with all his might. He was crying, they were tears of agony and anger and you hated seeing him like this. 

“No, no, Helsinki, no!” Helsinki wrapped his arms around the Professor and squeezed. “Don’t do it Helsinki!” Professor pleaded. 

“Andrés!” The sound of his voice was agonising. You approached the two men and pulled him off of Helsinki. He collapsed in your arms. “Andrés! Please!”

Helsinki met your gaze. You nodded your head softly, he nodded back in understanding and pressed the button. The tunnel exploded causing you to jump slightly in your spot. 

The Professor also flinched at the sound. His arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you in closer. You could hear the sound of gunshots coming from his headset. Each shot caused your heartbeat to quicken. You closed your eyes. 

It wasn’t long before the silence hit. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, your eyes still shut. “Andrés.” Professor whispered. “I’m so sorry.” 

You took a deep breath and pulled away from his embrace, grabbing his face in your hands. His eyes were closed. The tears on his cheeks glistened in the dusty dim light. “Please look at me.” You whispered. “He’s dead.” The Professor responded. “My brother.”

He opened his eyes to meet your gaze. 

“My brother is dead. Please don’t leave me too.” You shook your head no. “I will never leave you.” You reassured him. “I’m here. I will always be here.” He nodded slowly at your words. 

“I’m never leaving you, but now we have to move. We have to keep going, we are so close we have to finish this.” You stated, tears still falling down your cheeks. 

“Berlin,” You paused. “Andrés would want us to keep going.” 

The Professor took a deep breath and nodded. You wiped his tears with your thumbs and smiled gently. 

“For Andrés.” He whispered. “For Andrés.” You repeated before leaning in slowly and pecking his lips. 

It wasn’t fair that he wouldn't get a chance to mourn his brother, you knew that. However, you also knew he was going to get through this. You both were. Together. 

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[um6r4n19r4]

I, too, wanted a hug from her.

[arbitraryfictionlover]

So I have been watching money heist and in the middle of this plot brewing in my head,I had an epiphany.So just humour me. All my life,ever since I saw power rangers SPD and was in awe of the pink ranger,I took on her name as my internet presence. So let's hear about this plot that came to my head and then the epiphany which helped me with my favourite line.

The proffesor has incriminated berlin by dropping his button.Angel has showed up in his warehouse already. Now there is another knock on the door . The proffesor is expecting Raquel to show up but not so soon. He seems slightly worried and opens the door. Meanwhile ,a stranger waits for the door to be opened. "hello professor!" She says . The proffesor is taken aback,his mind wheels turning,trying to figure out if someone on his team betrayed him. The stranger pushes in,starts walking inside to the place where professor keeps an eye on the heist. The professor is still perplexed as to who this person is and how does she know him when she turns and shows her identity card of a journalist. She says, "I think I can help!". The professor looks at the card and says,"this is fake! Who are you? ".the stranger smiles and says,"you can ask your friend inside,what was he called, umm yeah Berlin! ".

The professor calls up to talk to Berlin and asks about her. Berlin asks for her on the phone and easily recognises her voice. He seems mildly shocked and asks her how it took her so much time to find him. She laughed a little and said,"ofcourse ,I had to figure out who you would run to figure out the kinks!" Berlin told the professor that the girl could be trusted if he wanted her to help. The professor realised she was the person who laid the outline of this plan before Berlin came to him with it.

So the professor and the girl talk it out and she tells him how she could be useful. She told him,she could leak certain stories about the negotiator bringing her personal life to the foray! She could also plant the news of how inspector angel had failed his duties twice and seemed to be helping the thieves. The professor would be slightly hesitant but would agree a bit later.

There are moments between the two ,the professor slowly realising that the girl was helpful and intelligent. He also liked her presence and liked staring at her while she was doing something or the other. The girl had a history with Berlin but was also developing a thing for the professor slowly.

They both decide to go to the coffee house where salva usually meets Raquel. They were having coffee when Raquel shows up and looks a bit taken aback at the scene of her salva sitting with another girl. The professor looks mildly surprised at Raquel being there and greets her. The girl smiles at Raquel and says,"Nice meeting you salva,I guess I shall leave you two." She sneakily takes a picture of Raquel with salva but makes sure salva cannot be recognised in it.

The news doing the rounds is that Raquel doesn't give a shit about the heist, and is busy with her mystery man. Raquel seems caught off-guard and asks salva about their picture in the paper. Salva tells her that the girl she saw was a journalist and was asking other customers questions before he arrived and then asked him a few questions before Raquel showed up.

Meanwhile angel is out of the picture and Raquel is being scrutinized and there are no more complications to the heist. Berlin is talking to the professor for a regular check-in when he hears her voice and asks for her on the phone. Berlin asks her why she was still there,he had expected her to be long gone! To which the girl replied that she was just waiting for her farewell dinner and was going to leave. The professor seemed a little sad hearing this but quickly covered it up.

The girl looked at the proffesor and asked if she would get the farewell dinner before she leaves and the professor replied with a yes!. While cooking,the girl was sitting on the slab ,staring at the professor who was cutting some veggies. Suddenly the girl said," you don't want me to go ! "The professor looks up from the cutting board and looks a little confused. "you like my presence here,you seem sad that the dinner will get over and I will leave. You like me! But you won't ask me to stay. Are you ready to let go professor?" She asked the professor all the while staring in his eyes.

The professor smiled and said ,"so now you are a mind reader as well? " The girl replied that she learnt it from Berlin, and asked if anything she said was wrong.

The professor moved a little closer to her,staring at her lips ,said "just a minor thing! " And whispered "stay!" On her lips.

The lips turned into a soft smile as the girl wrapped her legs around the professor. "Have you thought of a name then? "She asked.

"Sydney!"

[blorbosexterminator]

I think because alex pina compared lcdp to breaking bad so often, created a whole cast around andrés, everyone assumed the spin off would be like better call saul, but so far, the 2 look nothing alike. And the problem isn't with adding new characters, but the lack of old ones, the genre change and the seemingly whole new approach to the character of berlin, 'a new beginning'.

Wait, he compared LCDP to Breaking Bad? On what basis?? I never saw this, lmfao. So interesting.

I can't say anything about this because I don't think I've personally seen anything indicating Berlín will be like Better Call Saul because their original shows are similar too. What I've seen most is people just hoping it would be as good as Better Call Saul.

But anyway. What your describing is the core of it. It's not like we didn't expect a single new character.

See, the problem is, Alex Pina is approaching the Berlin series the way an ao3 fanfic writer who is more fond of their ocs than any actual show character but will figure people will only read about the group of ocs only if they are in that show's tag or something. This entire approach he has to Berlin is honestly so fanfictionaly it's hilarious. "We wanted to take Berlin, a vibrant character and put him in a different genre with different people in a different time." SHWKEOKW that's OUR job, señor!

[roccinan]

You wont believe that I had created a fem!OC with a backstory and everything (in my head) bout 2 years back JUST because I went, "Why the fuck TOKYO of all people is conducting a dangerous af lung surgery on Nairobi?! Shouldn't the gang have a doc on the team or smth for that?!"

Thank fuck, at least LCDP Korea decided to rectify that and have an ACTUAL med guy on the team. Kudos to them for this decision!

haha, you were ahead of the game! And exactly, Tokyo conducting the surgery with directions over Skype was really one another level LMAO. Also, it just annoys me in general whenever they go in and demand doctors come in- like, it's such a stupid thing for a "genius" plan.

So agreed! good on the the Korean team for fixing that hole from the start, and I feel like it's going to give us an older, more important Rio too.

[funghoulkarlo]

So I made a post about how I imagined Andrés' daughter and, maybe no one cares but I did some more photos bc Roma is a badass and I couldn't help myself :)

[mlynar-nearl]

I actually have LCDP/money heist ocs whose entire purpose leads up to cold clocking alicia Sierra