#Andrés de Fonollosa x y/n

[manisca-rye]

Dreams of Grandeur and Paradise

Title: Dreams of Grandeur and Paradise (Part 1)

Rating: M

Pairing: Berlin/Andrés de Fonollosa x OC

Word Count: 5K

Synopsis: The day the most iconic heist in history began at the Royal Mint of Spain, Francisca Martínez was working her last shift of the week in the cafeteria of the museum as a waitress. The heist lasts a total of six days, during which time Francisca finds herself getting too comfortable with her hostage status as she develops a decidedly unhealthy fascination with the leader of the heist, an enigmatic man called Mr. Berlin.

Contains: unequal power dynamics, smut, possible stockholm syndrome

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Segment I: A Robbery At The Royal Mint

Friday

The atmosphere at the cafeteria of the Royal Mint of Spain was as busy as it ever was on a Friday morning and so I went about my work duties, serving patrons with their food orders and ensuring everything was running smoothly on my part. I had been at this job as a waitress for two years now and had come to enjoy the various interactions I had with the patrons that often came by the cafeteria.

I had come in for my morning shift and began work at seven o'clock, and now a little more than three hours into my shift, the morning breakfast crowd of patrons had slowed down and so I was performing clean-up duty as I went around the tables of the cafeteria collecting anything left behind and wiping down the tables while I sang along to the music playing in the cafeteria and paid faint attention to the chattering of the other cafeteria workers.

As I made my way back to the kitchen of the cafeteria, the sudden opening of the cafeteria doors caught my attention as two people dressed in red jumpsuits and pointing guns in my direction made me drop the cleaning items I was holding as I froze in fear for a momentary second. The next few minutes were chaotic as I, along with all the other employees of the cafeteria, were led out by the armed robbers until we found ourselves in the main hall of the museum where we were instructed to cover our eyes with sleep masks.

I could hear the sounds of people sobbing as we stood around waiting for the unknown, and my own terror at the current situation made me cry quietly right along with the others. I listened to the voice of one of the robbers as he gave a speech that explained our current circumstances and warned us of the importance of obeying their instructions. After completing several rounds of the instructed breathing exercises, I found myself gradually calming down enough to stop crying and was left shivering in fearful anticipation.

It was nerve wracking to stand in wait silently, and when the alarms began to go off, I hoped that meant that the police would be alerted to what was happening and rescue us before the robbers could do anything to harm anyone. The next moments were filled with the sound of gunfire going off and the screams of everyone taken hostage and time seemed to stop as my terror came back tenfold.

Segment II: We Are Now Hostages

It had now been a few hours since the robbers had entered the royal mint and taken everyone hostage. In that time, we had all our phones confiscated and we were currently seated on the floor of the main hall, still blindfolded as we waited while hoping for the police to negotiate our release. I continually tried to distract myself with happier memories and my terror at my current situation was minimally lessened if nothing else.

I was taken out of my thoughts by the orders to stand up and take our masks off. I blinked as my eyesight adjusted to the light after having been kept in the dark for so long. Cautiously looking around I could see most of the other hostages wore varying expressions of tiredness and fear as we listened to the robber that had introduced himself as the leader, Mr Berlin, explain that we were going to receive sleeping bags, sandwiches and water in preparation for sleep. He went on to announce that we would also be required to wear red jumpsuits similar to the ones the robbers wore and would be given fake guns to be used at a later time. Despite the circumstances, I eagerly consumed the sandwiches and water, having not realised how hungry I was with the passing of time.

After finishing our meals, we received masks similar to the ones worn by the robbers and engaged in what I later figured out was almost a confrontation with the police. Thereafter, the kidnappers instructed different groups of people to follow them and be put to work while the rest of us that remained would get a chance to sleep. I fell asleep soon after getting into my sleeping bag, hoping that when I woke up, the nightmare I found myself in would have somehow ended.

Segment III: Medication and Gunshots

Saturday

When I next woke up, the nightmare had not ended and I found myself still being held hostage in the royal mint. I could feel what I guessed was a stress-induced headache coming on, and so I tried breathing exercises to calm myself but that didn't seem to be helping no matter how much I willed myself calm. I had experienced similar headaches in the past, most often in the year following my Mother's death but had learnt to manage my tiredness and stress as the years went by.

The speech given by Mr Berlin about ensuring no one became depressed by assigning us all tasks was cut short when he came and stood in front of the older woman that was sobbing in front of me. After offering anxiety medication to the sobbing woman, the question was asked if anyone else needed medication and after a few more people spoke up, I raised my hand and was called on, “I need pain killers.”  

After the robber called Nairobi had collected a group of men to follow her, we were each allowed to record videos for our families. I had no immediate family to speak of since my Mother's passing six years ago and my Father's death a decade ago. I had no siblings as I had been an only child and any extended family I had left, I was not particularly close to. Nonetheless, I thought about what I would like to say to the people I considered family, my closest friends and my Mother's closest friends that I considered my own aunties.

“Hello. This is Francisca. Francisca Martínez. I am doing well. We are being well looked after and the robbers are not violent. I hope to see you all again soon, and wish you well for now.” I breathed deeply after my video had been recorded, with the assurance that our videos would be seen by our loved ones on the outside. I was led to an upstairs office where the people that had requested medication earlier were sitted and waiting in tense silence while we were watched over by one of the large and strong-looking robbers.

I was seated closest to the door and so was given the medication to distribute when it was delivered by one of the younger-looking robbers, passing the bag around for everyone to collect their medication. I gratefully took the painkillers and waited for the medicine to start taking effect.

After what could have been an hour or less, I realised that the Director's secretary Ms Monica Gaztambide had not returned after having accompanied the robber out of the office. I only knew of Ms Gaztambide through our limited interactions when she would come by the cafeteria on occasion, but hoped that she was doing well and hoped she would be okay.

The sound of faint gunshots were soon heard and the faint sense of calm I had created for myself vanished in that instant.

Segment IV: The News of Ms Gaztambide's death

Sunday

The next day found our group of five, Alma, Carmen, Elena, Gabriella and I, in the same office we had spent the previous day and night in. I had once again taken another dosage of the painkillers provided yesterday after waking up with another headache and so sat back as I began feeling the slow effects of the medication work to relieve the throbbing pain.

The only chance we got to get out of the room that morning was to go to the bathrooms to relieve ourselves and freshen up as best we could with only the use of limited toiletries, paper towels and water from the handwashing sinks. I stood in front of the mirror as I applied a minimal coating of hand lotion to my face after a wash, giving my dark brown skin a minimally better-looking appearance.

When we returned to the office, we were soon silent as we sat around with not much to do other than reflect on the fact that we were currently hostages. I tried not to feel trapped but the stress of not knowing what was going on was suffocating. Each time we heard gunshots, we feared someone had been shot but received no definitive information from the robbers.

My mind drifted as I continuously wondered if I could have done anything differently on that Friday morning in order to have avoided being caught up in my current situation, though I could not have predicted that I would ever be caught up in such a situation.

By the time one of the younger robbers, Rio, came to distribute food and water, I had decided and worked up the nerve to request being assigned any type of task so as to hopefully occupy my mind enough to momentarily forget what was going on. I requested a private chat and when Rio and I had made our way into the corridor outside the office, I began, “I feel better today than I did yesterday and wanted to find out if there are any tasks I can be assigned to do downstairs.”

“There aren't any tasks that require any more people right now. But I will let you know if that changes.” He replied before he escorted me back to the office and left our group alone. 

The atmosphere of the room was somewhat less anxious with the robber guarding us from outside the door and not in the room with us as the other had been yesterday. We were able to exchange quiet conversation and reassurance to each other as we sat and waited for the unknown.

The chattering abruptly ended as the door opened and in came the robber that had introduced himself as the leader of the heist. The atmosphere of the room became tense as Mr Berlin sat in the chair closest to the door, surveying us all with a look that I could not really read. With a stroke of unfounded bravery, I stared and studied him, looking for something I was not aware of but some part of me was curious about such a man.

Mr Berlin gave a speech about how we were protected from the horror, blood and gunfire that was going on outside of where we were.

I listened to his voice, trying to determine what sort of person would lead such a heist against an institution like the royal mint, when he announced that he had had to order the death of a person in order to maintain order. The tone of voice used by Mr Berlin to describe emotions made it seem like he was firmly detached from the very emotions he described.

The mention of the death of Ms Gaztambide filled me with fear and sadness as I wondered if that meant that we might all lose our lives. Mr Berlin had previously assured everyone that we would not lose our lives if we followed the robbers' rules and I wondered whether Ms Gaztambide had broken one of their rules or they had just turned against her and killed her regardless of their own rules.

Either my sense of bravery had intensified or maybe I was just getting tired of my current circumstance but I raised my hand when he had finished speaking for several moments and when he nodded in affirmation, I took a deep breath as I asked, “You assured us that we would all be safe if we followed the rules and instructions. Did Ms Gaztambide break one of the rules?”

Mr Berlin looked at me directly as he answered, “Ms Gaztambide had hidden a phone away. One of the very first rules given was that no one was allowed to keep any phones with them and no one was allowed to contact the outside world.” He looked at all of us as he reassured, “Nothing will happen to you for as long as you obey the rules and instructions given to you.”

After a few moments of silence, Mr Berlin stood up and made his way to the door, leaving without another word.

My thoughts were filled with sadness for Ms Gaztambide's unfortunate fate and what that meant for the rest of us. But underlying my sadness was a growing morbid curiosity about just what kind of man the leader of the robbers was.

Mr Berlin had previously seemed reassuring, or rather as reassuring as one could be as a kidnapper in a hostage situation, each time he made one of his speeches explaining what was required of those taken hostage. But now I particularly wondered what kind of a man leads criminals to take hostages in such a manner and discusses the death of a woman as though it were a usual everyday happening.

After what felt like a less than three hours later, the sudden sounds of gunshots and screams began ringing out. We all instinctively dived to the floor and were huddled together as the gunfire and screams continued for what felt like an endless amount of time, though was realistically less than half an hour, before all went quiet again.

All five of us checked on one another to make sure everyone was doing okay, reassuring each other of our well being. Carmen noted something that we were all thinking but too afraid to say, “Do you think they killed a lot of people?”

After a beat of silence., I shook my head in disagreement. “The screams indicate that people are still alive enough to scream. It could be the police storming inside.”

“Are we just going to wait here not knowing what's happening out there?” questioned the heavily pregnant Elena angrily.

“What do you want us to do? We don't know if the robbers are right outside the door waiting for one of us to step out of line.” Was the reply from the schoolgirl called Gabriella.

As we lapsed into momentary silence, I looked at the door that was supposed to provide security for those inside the room but now acted as a prison gate to keep us locked and unknowing of what was happening outside.

Segment V: Mr Berlin

As more time passed in anxious waiting, the sound of the door opening was a change in the monotony of our routine as we all turned towards the door to see one of the robbers make his way in. He promptly informed me that I was to be escorted somewhere, hopefully not my sudden death, but I nonetheless followed him as he led me to an office down the hall.

He opened the door and indicated that I should proceed and I did so semi-cautiously and turned as the door closed after me, to face the leader of the robbers where he sat behind the large wooden desk drinking what looked to be wine.

“Francisca Martínez.” Mr Berlin questioned, and I nodded in affirmation while wondering if it had been a question or simply a form of acknowledgment.

“Come closer Miss Martinez.” Mr Berlin implored as he drank his wine with a self assured grace.

I moved several steps and now stood in front of the enormous wooden desk. I finally got a chance to study the leader of the heist up close as he offered me a seat in one of the chairs facing him and I quietly thanked him as I took a seat.

A few moments of muted silence passed before he began, “You would like to be assigned a task downstairs, is that right Francisca?” I simply nodded my affirmation in reply.

“You aren't happy with the consideration offered to you so far?” Mr Berlin asked in a tone of voice that did not indicate what answer he preferred to hear but nonetheless, I replied, “I do appreciate your consideration by giving me medication and feel much better than I did earlier today and yesterday. I don't have any headaches anymore. If it's not a bother, I would like to be assigned work with the other hostages downstairs.”

After another moment of simply holding eye contact, he questioned, “Tell me, what was your job before we commandeered operation of the mint?”

“I worked as a waitress at the cafeteria.” I replied, breaking our continued eye contact as I had begun to feel uncomfortable with the intensity with which he stared at me.

“There's already a team working in the cafeteria to prepare food.” He mentioned in reply. “In fact we already have people for everything.”

I nodded in understanding as I replied,“I can also perform any other required tasks.”

“That's the right attitude to have at a time like this.” He replied as he finished his drink and stood up to pour himself another drink, my eyes following him across the room as I had nothing to say in answer to his comment.

Mr Berlin stood upright by the drink station and took a good drink of his wine, watching me with the eyes of a hawk as the silence stretched on.

I stood up and prepared to ask to leave and return to the other office, when he spoke up in a conversational tone of voice. “When Mussolini was losing the Second World War and a cloud of depression wouldn't allow him to think, he realized that the only thing that could lift his spirits was sex.” I stared at him, listening where I stood. “So, he had a prostitute ensconced in a room next to his office, and would visit her every now and then so she could bring back his joy.”

I took a moment to process what he said, trying to read the meaning under the words and particular example given before I ventured to reply. “I wonder what the prostitute thought of that arrangement and what she thought of the man who had made such an arrangement with her.”

Mr Berlin looked at me with a faint trace of what could have been a smile as he heard what I had said. “Indeed one does wonder. Was it simply the money he offered her in return for her company or was there more to their arrangement.”

“Some women find the idea of illicit sex with men considered immoral to be a thrilling fantasy.” I returned looking at him and allowed myself to admire his physicality despite the wrongness of such emotions, especially given the news of Ms Gaztambide's recent fate.

Mr Berlin seemed to study me as he questioned “Is that a fantasy you've had Francisca?”

I breathed deeply as a brief moment of anxiousness passed through me before I answered, “Not until very recently.”

Mr Berlin turned the chair closest to him to face me as he sat down directly across from where I stood against his desk, before he questioned, “Tell me Francisca, do you consider me an immoral man?”

“Morality is relative, particularly in certain circumstances more so than others. But desire and pleasure are universal.” I answered assuredly, my thoughts focused on this very moment as I awaited his reply.

“Absolutely.” He responded. “Now the question remains if I desire you, Francisca.”

“That's a question only you can answer.” I said as I purposefully looked at him and tried to present myself confidently as I stood looking right at him.

Mr Berlin casually stood up and set aside his glass, walking to where I stood while staring at me with an intensity that evoked further desire in me. He stopped so close to where I stood, his dark eyes looking down into my own dark brown ones as he brought his hand to the side of my neck, holding onto my neck with a measure of force before bringing his lips to slowly trace my jaw as he whispered: “I certainly desire you, Miss Martínez.” Before he brought his lips to my own, kissing me slowly at first with a few kisses before fully covering my lips with his own.

I kissed him back without thought, enjoying the taste of rich wine his lips carried and the feel of his lips against mine as pleasure coursed through my body. We slowly broke apart after a few more moments, and I breathed deeply in order to catch my breath as Mr Berlin brought his hands to my waist and guided me onto the desk while he moved to stand my open legs.

Mr Berlin kissed me again even more fervently and I kissed him back just as fiercely while fisting both hands into the front of his jumpsuit. We were soon stripping out of our clothing in between urgent caresses and fervent kisses. Before long, I found myself laying naked on the desk as I rested one bent leg on the desk, feeling pleasure course through my body as Mr Berlin moved closer between my legs while his hands held my waist.

When I shifted my eyes and was looking directly at him, he thrust into me in one swift motion that left me gasping deeply through a heady mixture of pleasure and pain, before my hands moved to grip the edge of the desk by my head.

Mr Berlin fucked like he seemed to do everything else, with a systematic sense of harsh precision as he thrust in and out. Both his hands held onto my waist tightly as he continued fucking me. Only his low groans alerted me to the fact that even he could succumb to the urges of sexual pleasure.

As I approached climax, Mr Berlin brought the hand that had been against my waist to my throat and held on with the slightest pressure, seemingly intensifying my feelings of ecstasy as I moaned passionately, until eventually, my climax washed over me with the intensity of an explosion that rushed through my body and left me in a whole new state of ecstatic bliss. As I experienced the high of my own ecstasy, I felt when Mr Berlin achieved his own orgasm as his thrusts slowed down and the heat of his climax enhanced my own feelings of calming pleasure as I breathed deeply trying to catch my breath for the next few moments.

I accepted the drink Mr Berlin offered as I finished tying my jumpsuit around my waist, before sitting back comfortably on the sofa set to one side of the room. The atmosphere around us was one that was borne of a sexually satisfied calm that followed a round of good sex.

He handed me my drink as he joined me on the sofa, seeming to study me as I smiled at him before taking a generous sip to taste, the rich flavour of the wine reminding me of the taste of Mr Berlin's lips. Just as I brought my glass away from my lips, there was a rapid knock on the door and both Mr Berlin and I turned to see one of the robbers, Nairobi, followed up her knock by opening the door before coming in. Nairobi spared me a momentary glance before looking at Berlin and giving him an urgent look.

Mr Berlin promptly stood up and I followed suit, setting my glass aside as he informed me that I would be escorted back to the other office shortly and to go and wait outside for Nairobi to escort me back. I nodded in understanding before I went out into the hallway, only faintly catching the words exchanged between Nairobi and Mr Berlin before she was leading me quietly and quickly back down the hallway to the office I had been staying in.

“Thank goodness you're back. We feared the worst when you didn't return after leaving.” Alma said as soon as the door closed after me, and similar sentiments were shared by the other ladies of what had become our unofficial group.

Carmen looked at me curiously as she questioned, “Where were you and what happened?”

I gave them what I hoped was a reassuring smile as I answered, “I went to see the leader of the robbers, Mr Berlin, about getting assigned a task downstairs. And was informed that all the tasks have already been assigned to people and they don't require any extra people.” A version of the truth was always better than trying to lie, which I was not particularly good at anyways, and I could not really explain the whole truth as I was now only coming to my senses as I realised what I had just done.

All the ladies accepted my answer though Carmen still looked at me weirdly and I smiled at her as I reassured her that everything was okay with me and not to worry too much about me.

As the conversation continued among the other ladies, my thoughts came back to me as I recalled the meeting I had had with Mr Berlin. Some part of me had known that I found him attractive and fascinating as soon as I began to observe him intently. I had decisively pushed such thoughts to the back of my mind earlier today after learning about Ms Gaztambide's death and the role he had to play in her demise. I wondered if the fact that I did not regret fucking Mr Berlin despite my sense of sadness over Ms Gaztambide's death, was an indication of my true expression of moral understanding rather than the understanding of morality I thought I held previously regarding murder in any form.

I also pondered whether having sex with Mr Berlin was something I would desire again or whether it had been a one time occurence induced by the stress and atmosphere of the heist. I stood up and went to the table where bottles of water sat, taking one and drinking deeply of the water before joining in the quiet conversations happening.

After what felt like less than an hour, we were told that we would be going out to chat with a member of the police forces to provide proof of life and so we prepared for that task.

When it was my turn, I was escorted by one of the robbers and was led to the main  hall where a female police officer was seated next to Mr Berlin.

“This is Francisca Martínez.” Mr Berlin's voice was clear and precise as I came down the last few steps and stood in front of him and the police officer, who he introduced as a Police Inspector.

“How are you doing Miss Martínez?” She began as she looked at me.

I answered as truthfully as I could while heeding the warnings given beforehand to keep our answers brief when answering the police's questions. “As well as can be.” 

She took a few notes before asking the next question, “How have you been treated so far?”

“I have been treated well enough so far.” I replied as I studied both the Inspector's and Mr Berlin's facial expressions. The Inspector had a measure of concern in her expression while Mr Berlin's face expressed how arrogantly assured he was of the situation, which is an expression he seemed to frequently carry on his face as he stared at me while I answered the Inspector's questions.

After being escorted back to the office where I had spent most of the past two days, I joined the other ladies and shared the way our interviews with the Police Inspector had gone.

Later that night, we had dinner in the same office we had been in all day with the monotony only broken up when we were escorted to the washrooms to use the bathrooms and freshen up as needed. Soon enough we began preparing our sleeping bags for another night spent being held hostage in the offices of the mint, as we were not allowed to go back to the other hostages downstairs and were forced to sleep in this office that had begun to feel claustrophobic despite the veneer of luxury it carried.

I was abruptly woken from my shallow sleep by the sound of a loud explosion that seemed to revibrate all around me. I quickly sat up, scrambling to make sense of what the explosion had been as all that could be heard from outside the door was ringing silence and the sounds of the circling helicopters outside seemed to intensify. I felt a mixture of fear and anticipation as I waited for someone to come through the door to either kill us all or rescue us. The atmosphere among our group was tense and anxious as we all looked at the door that led out of the office we currently occupied. This room we were in could be locked from the outside as we had discovered earlier, and so we were trapped with no way to get out even if the explosion that had woken us up had set fire to the building.

A few minutes after the explosion had rung out, the sound of gunfire began and was loud and continuous. The gunfire continued for what seemed like forever and rang so loudly that by the time all quieted down again, I was left tightly wound in a mixture of anguish and fear as my ears seemed to ring after the constant noise bombardment.

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THUNDER

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1.4k 𝒂/𝒏: starting to write this during my exam period wasn't my brightest idea, nor was finishing it at 2am, but hey, better inspiration always comes late at night ;) 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none (that I think of)

You knew it was getting late, very late, and a quick glance at your watch confirmed that it was indeed already past 4am. The storm that showed up earlier in the evening was still raging outside, and each thunderclap resonated like a drum in your heart, preventing you from falling asleep.

At first, you told yourself that it was just the excessively loud noise keeping you awake, but the way your breath caught every time lightning tore through the sky told a different story: you were scared. Worse yet, you were terrified, and there was no use pretending otherwise - you wouldn’t find sleep tonight.

With a long sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed, moving around your room in search of the notebook where all your notes from yesterday are written. ‘If I have to pull an all-nighter, it might as well be a productive one,’ you thought.

However, as you turned your room upside down for your precious writings, you quickly realized they were nowhere to be found. Anxiety slowly began to grow in your chest, and suddenly, felt the weight of your worries about the upcoming heist bearing down on your shoulders.

In reality, it’s been a few days since you’ve started to dwell on everything that could go wrong. Even though the Professor's plan seems perfectly laid out, there are always external factors that we can't predict, right? But now is not the right time to worry about that.

Taking a deep breath and refocusing your thoughts, it only took 2 seconds to remember where they were, or rather, who had them.

And it was quite simple, really. After another ‘lesson’ with the Professor, Berlin asked you - not without adding a few inappropriate remarks throughout the conversation - if you could lend him your notes.

Despite his peculiar character, you got along quite well at your first encounter, and you quickly grew closer over the weeks spent together - perhaps a bit more than you should have knowing the rules - so you didn’t think too much before handing him your notebook. You had planned to pick it up later in the evening, but with the storm intensifying, you promptly retreated to your room without a word, hiding your head beneath your pillow to drown out the unsettling rumblings. It would certainly be very rude to disturb him in the middle of the night just to come pick them up, but that was the least of your concern at the moment, and the lack of sleep wasn’t making you think rationally anyway.   

So without thinking too much about the consequences that your next decision might entail if you were ever caught, you decided to leave your room, quietly closing the door behind you, and tiptoed across the hallway. 

As you arrived at his door, doubts began to form in your mind, but before they could consume you entirely you softly knocked on his door, being careful to make as little noise as possible to avoid waking others, while already anticipating his remarks about why you had come to see him this late at night.

And sure enough, when he finally opened the door the first thing you saw was a mischievous - and  tired - smile forming on his lip as his eyes met yours, “Well, who do we have here? To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit at such a late hour, cariño?”

You took a breath to pull yourself together and smiled weakly back at him “Well, you see I’m sorry to bother you at this hour but it occurred to me that you have something of mine in your possession”. He raised an eyebrow, amused, “Is that so? And what could be so important that you must come knocking at my door at …” he glanced at his watch, “... almost 5 in the morning?”

His subtle sarcastic tone didn’t escape you; he knew exactly what you were talking about. Usually, you weren’t opposed to playing along with his little games, but the thunder that continued to rumble outside and the looming threat of another lightning strike approaching made your patience wear thin, “My notebook Berlin, I need my notebook now”, at that you saw his eyebrows furrowed, maybe your tone was a little too harsh, “... please.”

“Oh, you wound me, nena. Why the rush?” he said, feigning offense. But realizing that you were definitely not in the mood, he sighed and continued in a dramatic tone. “For your information, cariño, I had planned to return it to you last night. But that was before you dashed to your room like a flash, without even saying goodnight.”, he said, raising his hand to his heart. “Are you aware of the pain it caused me?”

At that, you scoffed, “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating? Don’t tell me you’re sulking because I didn’t say goodnight; that doesn’t sound like something you would do.” He shrugged and replied, “Maybe I am.”

You were about to retort when suddenly a particularly loud thunder was heard, making you jump and utter a cry. Feeling panic starting to overtake you, you were about to glance down the hallway to check if your reaction had woken anyone up, but you didn’t get the time. With a firm grip on your shoulders, he ushered you into his room, closing the door behind you. 

You're unsure of what caused you to break down first—the sound of thunder that led to a completely ridiculous reaction in front of Berlin, his reluctance to return your notebook, the sleep deprivation, or the near-miss of being caught standing in the hallway in the middle of the night just to retrieve some notes. But you felt the first tear roll down your cheek, followed by a second, then a third, until cascades were flowing from your eyes.

When he realized the distress you were in, he tightened his arm around your shoulders, the other coming around your waist, enveloping you in a tight embrace. It was just what you needed to fully let go and release all your pent-up emotions.

While your cries increased, he gently hushed you, running his fingers through your hair. And after taking a few minutes to calm down, you finally spoke again, your voice muffled against his chest. “ … I don’t like storms,” you murmured, to which he responded with a low chuckle, “You don’t say, cariño.”

He loosened his grip to observe your face, but still feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole situation, you kept your head tucked against him. “Hey …” his hand delicately rested on your cheek, guiding your gaze toward his. “That’s it, look at me.”

“It’s not only the storm, is it?,” his fingers tenderly brushed away the remnants of your tears in a soothing gesture. You nodded slowly and tried once again to speak, but your throat tightened, preventing you from doing so, no sound coming out.

“Oh no, you don't have to tell me right now, but please don't shut yourself off from me or even the others like that anymore, hm ?”, he brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen over your eyes, “It’s not good for you.” You nodded once again, leaning your head gently against his chest as you closed your eyes, lulled by the rhythm of his breathing. You then felt your own breathing becoming steadier and the tension gradually leaving your body.

You stayed in this position, in the middle of his room, for a moment, and as you were miraculously beginning to fall asleep, the sound of his voice snapped you out of your reverie. "You can stay and sleep here, if you want”, his suggestion was made in a quiet voice, as if he didn't want to rush you.

It was certainly a bad idea, but at the moment, it was the least of your worries. You felt so relaxed, so peaceful, that you murmured a nearly inaudible 'yes' to him but due to your proximity he heard it. Berlin carefuly guided you to his bed, settling you in, and pulled the covers up to your shoulders before settling in on the other side.Finally, you felt sleep starting to kick in. But before fully succumbing to it, you sensed arms embracing you, a soft kiss tenderly placed in your hair and a hand covering your ear blocking the sounds of the thunder outside. A faint smile appeared on your lips, for the first time since the storm began, you felt safe.

first writing done!! english is not my first langage so my sincere apologies for any mistakes I tried to be careful <3

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Berlin (Andrés de Fonollosa Gonzalves) Masterlist

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Big congrats for 500 followers! Can you write something with Berlin (la casa de papel) with the prompts; coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it? thank you :)

Thank youu sm!! I think we all crave for a jealous Berlin hehe

☕Coffee - Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?:

Berlin trusts you, so he doesn't get jealous easily. His ego is incredibly high, so he doubts that you will leave someone as incredible as him. However, if he sees you smiling and laughing with a handsome, young random man/friend, especially after an argument, he will feel very uncomfortable and slightly angry

He will interrupt your conversation straight away while putting his arm around your waist in a firm grip, so the other person knows to who you belong to. Meanwhile, he asks what you guys were talking, saying ironically, obviously that he's pretty interested and wants to join you on your conversation as well. The other person will instantly get the message, noticing his sarcastic tone/excitement, accompanied by a dangerous, long stare from him. The man will immediately leave you both alone

"What was that for?!"

"What's wrong? I was just curious about why that gentleman was so interested in talking to you. Is that a crime?" he would play innocent, but you knew it better

"Yeah, sure. Call it whatever you want, but the only definition that describes precisely what you're feeling right now, is nothing but jealousy, my dear." you would walk away, leaving him speechless because he knew you were totally right. But he wouldn't admit it so easily, not wanting to show you is main weakness: losing you

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The End-Berlin x Reader (La Casa De Papel/Money Heist)

Summary:Reader is part of the police and a hostage who seems to fall for Berlin, but decides to take action later on.

Stockholm syndrome.

I thought that Monica was the only one with that but slowly I began acting like her with my captor the leader and mastermind of the heist. Andrés de Fonollosa or also known as Berlin. I know what I'm suppose to do but I wasn't taking action, instead I was zipping my red jumpsuit up and turning back to see Berlin with a smirk on his face glancing back at me as he did the same and finished putting his jumpsuit on.

"You my dear don't stop surprising me." He says panting a bit and leaning over to kiss my forehead and playing with my hair. I leaned against his touch and wrapped my arms around him, no one's ever loved me and suddenly having Andrés in my life has changed me go better or for worse.

Andrés could probably feel how scared and lonely I felt so he held my tight and rested his head above mine. "Everything's gonna be fine. Just stay with me and you'll have everything you desire. Now time for me to head back and show everyone who's the boss around here." Andrés lightly pushed me aside and glanced back to look at me before he reached for the door.

"I'll be right back. Don't do or go anywhere." He said winking at me and leaving me and my thoughts alone. A professional like me shouldn't be acting like this. I run my hands over my face and fall onto the couch and stare at the ceiling.

Andrés completely trusts me and has let me in on some parts of his plan. What he's doing isn't right but I get why they would do this. The door opened and Monica came in with Denver behind her, "(Y/N)? I didn't know you were here." Monica say surprised and Denver stares at me not trusting me.

"She's a friend." She says to him and he only nods his head and slowly steps close to me, "Berlin can't know that Monica is alive, do you know where I can hide her?" The man asks me and I can tell he's desperate for help.

"The vault. Just make sure she's well hidden." Monica grabs his arm but he stays still. "I know that Monica told you about us, and I know about you and Berlin. So if you tell him about us, I'll have no option but do the same." Denver warns.

"I understand." I mutter.

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A few hours later I'm eating with the rest of the hostages that until I went to the bathroom and heard something. I wash my face and before heading to sleep I went to wish Berlin goodnight. "Andrés i came by to wish you goodnight-" I stopped and my eyes widen when I saw him on top of the other girl I saw him talking to.

Andrés looked up and surprised quickly got up and fixed his clothes. "Now now (Y/N) this isn't what it looks like." He says slowly walking towards me. "Adriana out." He commands. The girl nodded and ran past me.

I reached to grab her hair and give her a piece of mind before Andrés tightly gripped my wrist and shoved me against the wall roughly making me hit my head and groan at the pain. Berlin with a hard expression gripped my hair right making me look at him.

"How fucking dare you enter without knocking, good girls should know better." He said gripping me tighter which I cried and tried escaping from him.

"Andrés please let go of me." I begged but his eyes got colder when he leaned down to my height and intently stared at me.

"I don't think so. Hate to break it to you sweetheart but I got everything I wanted from you." This broke my heart. I know what he means. He chuckled at my reaction.

"That's the expression I wanted to see from you. I've been with many women before and all they want from a man is their money, kids or sex. Women are nothing but objects to me and I'm sorry this had to go the wrong way for you but that's life. You'll learn from it once your my age."

Without even knowing I began to cry, Andrés started to let go of me and left the room.

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The police came in fully armed and began looking for the criminals, me including. I knew exactly where they were so I stole a gun and ran after them, hopefully the police won't mistaken me for one of them since we're dressed the same. Everyone began to leave until it was just Andrés and I.

"Berlin!" I held my gun up and slowly he turned to look at me with that same smile as always and stared at me with amused eyes. His dark brown eyes stare into mines. "I'm impressed by this turn of events my dear (Y/N)." He is definitely teasing me. I kept my aim and his eyes seemed to soften.

"(Y/N)..I'm sorry I acted like a fucking lunatic with you. I have this disease and I said those things so you wouldn't get attached to me, I'll die soon and I don't want you to suffer." I lowered my gun and I had a feeling he was telling the truth because I would see him holding onto his wrist and not acting like .

"Andrés..I didn't know..."

"He's here!" A man shouted from behind me and heard many step rushing towards us.

"Don't! Don't shoot!" I shouted back but heard a loud gun shot and another and another. I fell to the floor and stare at Andrés, all bloody and motionless on the ground.

"Fuck!!" I shouted and hit my fists hard onto the concrete floor and began to sob as I tried to reach for him, till a police officer dragged me out and began questioning me.

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PROMPT:: "Listen to me, okay? We're getting out of here, together." FANDOM: La Casa de Papel [Money Heist] PAIRING: Reader x Berlin [Andrés de Fonollosa] WORD COUNT: 604

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You had learnt firsthand how vengeful Tokio could be when she was crossed. When Berlin announced everyone about her relationship with Rio, she felt the need to return the favor, letting everyone know about your relationship with Berlin. Your partners in crime felt disappointment, especially since the Professor's rules were broken. The truth, however, was that Berlin had told him about your relationship the day between the heist began. And while every bone in the Professor's body wanted him to feel anger towards your forbidden romance, he couldn't, especially when he heard how Berlin talked about you. The man had been married five times, yet he hadn't heard him talk about anyone the way he talked about you. That's how he knew that the feelings he had for you were real, and he could only hope that your feelings towards Berlin would be true like his.

They were, perhaps, even stronger than his feelings for you. When the Professor recruited you for his heist, you were hesitant, especially when you met your partners. You didn't feel any trust towards them, but as all of you spent day after day together you grew close to them. You didn't think twice about Berlin when you met him. He seemed like a man who you wouldn't be caught together with, yet you couldn't help but to feel drawn to him. There was something about him – perhaps his confidence – that made him seem alluring. For him, however, the first thing that he noticed about you was your beauty. It took him a while to see how passionate and intelligent you were, how challenging you could be if someone did the same to you. The main thing about you was the fact how you didn't let anyone walk over you. If someone said something to you you would instantly reply back. And boy, there were a lot of words said between you and Berlin.

Your partners in crime didn't have time to stay mad at you for long. There were more important things to deal with, such as the fact that the police was about to burst through the doors of the building any minute now. Most of your friends had already left when Berlin came to get you. You had voluntarily stayed behind to hold off the police for as long as you could, but now it was time for you to leave. Berlin's hand wrapped around your arm, the two of you ran towards the vault where the tunnel had been dug. He stopped as you turned around to look at him. He had a sorrow look on his face as he took a step towards you, his hand landing on your cheek. He saw the panic in your eyes, and the only thing he could do was to offer you at least some comfort.

"Listen to me, okay? We're getting out of here, together." He quietly said, his lips crashing into yours. When he pulled away you couldn't help but to smile before continuing on, stepping into the vault. You saw that everyone else had already left, and as you turned around the doors of the vault closed, Berlin closing it after him.

"Berlin, what are you doing? Open the goddamn door right now!" You yelled, hitting the door multiple times till the knuckles of your hands were bleeding. You felt tears dropping onto your cheeks as you kept screaming at him to open the door, but to no avail.

"Don't forget Y/N, that I love you." That was the last thing you heard him say to you before the shots outside of the vault started.

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BERLIN MASTERLIST

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𓇼 thunder (angst/comfort) summary: during a stormy night, all your worries about the heist resurface, and it seems like he is the only one who can calm you down.

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One Last Goodbye-Berlin x Reader (La Casa de Papel)

Summary:Everyone reunites for Berlin's funeral. Reader is there to see him one last time.

Ever since the heist, or should I say the last day of the heist I've been having trouble sleeping and eating. We all made it out with the money and I ended up with double, Sergio promised everything would be fine but he was also struggling on the inside. Helsinki had to drag me out of the bank when I tried going back to Berlin, we exchange one final look before he got repeatedly shot, one last goodbye.

He was left at the bank with Oslo's corpse. I assume the police took their bodies to immediately make the autopsy, investigate and maybe inform their families. Though they won't care for none of those because we're criminals.

Its been just a few days but it feels like weeks or hell even months since I lost Berlin, my beloved Andrés de Fonollosa.

Sergio investigated what happened to his body and he got in contact with a few people to retrieve his body and Oslo's to have a proper private funeral.

Slowly I got myself dressed in a black dress and put on the necklace Andrés kept with himself and gave to me before we said goodbye, the chain even had a bit of blood splatter on it. I really wanted him to come with me, we could've probably traveled to France since he wanted to show me his home.

There was a quiet knock on the door and I turned around to see Sergio dressed as neat as ever but entirely in black. He looked at me with sadden eyes and pushed his glasses up to his nose, "Are you ready miss (Y/N)?" He whispered and looked into my eyes.

Together we walked outside and I got into the passenger seat of his car and we drove to a beautifully structured church. We made it inside and I saw Nairobi, Tokio, Rio, Helsinki, Denver and Monica sitting down.

I gulped when I looked up ahead and saw two open caskets with multiple flowers adorning around them. Sergio looked at me and slowly made his way up the stairs to see his brother. I watched Sergio for a couple of seconds as he stared down and I could tell he was crying to himself.

Nairobi took hold of my hand since she could tell how scared I was, she gently gripped it and so I went up to Sergio's side and first looked at Oslo then my beloved Andrés.

"He looks so peaceful." I muttered and held Sergio's arm as I felt the tears running down my face. Sergio gave a soft chuckle and wiped his year quickly and nodded his head.

"You know he wouldn't shut up about you. I didn't agree with your and his relationship since he's always viewed women more as objects but you genuinely changed him." I gave him a small smile.

"He died as a hero." I whisper and Sergio left me alone and went to the back of the church when he spotted someone enter. A man wearing a black leather and glaring daggers at Sergio. I've never seen him before.

Quickly I focused on Andrés again and smiled at our memories together. He was dressed in his best suit and had his hands together with his wedding ring. I looked at my finger and found the same one, Denver quickly before it all went to hell 'married' us.

"I still wonder why you never told me about your disease, I still would've remained with you Andrés. Why did you leave Sergio and I?" I question as if expecting him to answer me.

I press my fingers to my lips and pressed them to Andrés's ones. I continue to cry and slowly made it to Sergio's side. Both men stopped talking and Sergio warmly held my shoulder, "Martín this is (Y/N))-" Sergio said before he was cut off by the man.

"I know. If heard all about you." He said with a sarcastic tone to his voice. "You were Andrés's sixth play toy." He says almost glaring at me.

"Martín.." Sergio warns stepping between us when Martín stepped closer to me. He tried pushing Sergio as he continued, "Tell me where were you when Andrés got shot and killed? We're you weeping like all women do when they lose their loved ones?"

We stared at each other but unlike him I couldn't come up with a comeback. "Stop this!" Sergio angrily told him which earned us looks from the gang who looked at us with confused expressions.

"I was his friend since the beginning so don't you dare both tell me to act like this isn't happening. He's dead because of you two." Martín cold green eyes said as he glare at Sergio and I walked up to see his old friend. I closed my eyes exhaustedly and leaned against the wall and tell to the floor. Sergio got down and sat with me and gently took my hands into his.

"We'll get through this, (Y/N). The police will pay for what they've done to us." Sergio muttered. We looked at each other and I rested my head against his shoulder and sadden stared up ahead.

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