@fantasmacore asked: “come here. ” | for Nairobi 🥺

Things had been rough ever since the heist had started. The stress was almost too much for Nairobi to take. Plus, in the back of her mind, there was the constant threat of what would happen if they didn’t succeed — but what if they did? Would Axel actually want to see her? Would he remember her? What would happen? As the days passed, the fear had grown exponentially. Plus, she was exhausted. None of them had the privilege of a good night’s sleep. Nairobi didn’t slack off, and she never would, but it was hard sometimes.

The breakdown was inevitable, but what she hadn’t expected was for Berlin to come around the corner and see her on the verge of tears. The words he spoke nearly broke her — she had to bite her tongue as hard as she could to keep from breaking into sobs as she let herself relax into Berlin’s arms. Her heart was pounding; she was pale and sweating; she looked like a mess, and he cared. He noticed. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she buried her head in his chest, still refusing to let herself cry despite how close she was.

@fantasmacore asked: “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”  | for Martín 😔

You should be, Andrés. Because if you’d told me, we wouldn’t have wasted the precious time that neither of us have.

Time. Time was valuable in any heist. It couldn’t be wasted. Ultimately, time killed everyone and everything. The never-ending love that Martín felt whenever he so much as pictured Andrés in his mind or heard his name would be sliced by the cruel blade of time. Because once they were dead, that was the end.

@fantasmacore asked: ❝ i will never forgive you! ❞ | for Rafael c:

@fantasmacore asked: 💪 + ❝ How about a ‘thanks’ instead? And… a medical kit. ❞ | taking a bullet to shield Martín but it’s long before the main heists 👀