𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓~𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒． * "𝐼𝑀 𝐴𝐹𝑅𝐴𝐼𝐷 𝑌𝑂𝑈'𝐿𝐿 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝑆𝐸𝐸 𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐼 𝑆𝐸𝐸 𝑀𝑌𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹" * *"𝑊𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑆𝑂𝐿𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑀？"* disclaimers; 18+, use of descriptive violence and gore, themes of a sexual nature, sensitive topics and bad language. {all rights reserved to Alex Pina for the original plot of Money heist} {a Berlin x Oc fanfiction}

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