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“Today I feel inclined for the life of ease. It would have to be a very interesting problem to tempt me from my chair. See you, I have affairs of importance of my own to attend to.”
“Such as?”
“My wardrobe, Hastings. If I mistake not, there is on my new grey suit the spot of grease - only the unique spot, but it is sufficient to trouble me. Then there is my winter overcoat - I must lay him aside in the powder of Keatings. And I think - yes, I think - the moment is ripe for the trimmings of my moustaches – and afterwards I must apply the pomade.”
- Agatha Christie, “The Adventure of the Clapham Cook”

Ezio x Reader - Language Barrier

[Imagine that there is a language barrier between you and Ezio when you first meet in an arranged marriage scenario. (AU-ish) (And boy, am I going to try not to abuse google translator)]

The nervousness that raked through your body was enough to cause your palms to sweat as you gripped the reins of the horse you rode. You didn’t speak Italian…not much, anyways, as you were more familiar with English than any other language given your household and where you hailed from, but you had a translator with you, and that eased you a bit. The marriage had been arranged since birth as only you knew that his family was part of the assassins in Italy. Your ancestors protected their secret and aided them well, and when you were born down the line, an arrangement was made.

“You look so tense,” spoke your translator, as he rode closer beside you. He was a middle-aged man with a beard and short hair that was mostly gray. His name was Pierozzo Armonni, and he too worked for the Italian Brotherhood. Pierozzo wore the Assassin symbol with pride upon his belt, which kept his hooded attire into place. “You know he is a good man, so why stress your body so?”

A smile crept upon your lips ever so slightly as you looked at Pierozzo with an unamused look of sorts. “It is not his person that makes me ever so nervous…it is the fact I know very little when it comes to speaking to him, and, to my understanding, it will be the same for him.”

Pierozzo stifled a laugh. It was a good natured laugh, so you knew he was only trying to find the light of the situation.

“You will find this funny until you end up translating well into our honeymoon,” you jabbed lightly with a wicked smirk to accompany your words. If you were to be honest with yourself, humor would be welcomed about now as you were finding your heart beating loudly in your ears at this point.

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elysian: capitolo due

chapter two of my soulmate au. don’t hate me if it’s shitty. and it’s a bit shorter, only by about 700 words though so calm down
Chapter One: [x

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Amore Toscana

A collaboration between @little-black-dress-24 and @whoopsharrystyles

“Who am I supposed to be now?” You whisper to the sky. He hears you and wants to make a sound so you know he’s there, but the angst in your voice gives him pause. So he holds his breath and hopes you don’t notice him. Damn. You are beautiful. That’s what he thinks. The nape of your neck with those wispy strands of hair escaping your bun begs to be kissed.

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The Vampire Diaries (Luke)




Rome, Italy




“Come sta?”


You were just walking through the market, your long tattered dress sweeping the dusty and dirty streets. You walk down the crowded road with your head down, making sure you went unnoticed for some reason of your shyness. You bumped into someone.

“Mi scusi, mi dispiace!” you said frantically.

(Excuse me, I’m sorry!)

“No hablo Italiano…?” the man said. He wore fine clothes with many jewels adorning them. He had golden hair which reminded you of the sand grains on the beach. His oceanic blue eyes intrigued you, pulling you in, like the mystery of the ocean. His pale skin showed hints of color with the freckles that lay on his nose.

“Do you speak English, then?” you said, your Italian accent showing very prominently through.

“I’m from London, a friend of the king’s.”

“Very impressive, you must be of noble standards.”

“I am,” the man took in a sharp intake of breath, “What is your name, fair lady?”

“I am no more fairer than the rags I wear–”

“I disagree.”

“My name is Y/N. I come from no family of household name, so why take interest in me?”

“You are beautiful.” He paused, “My name is Lord Luke Hemmings, I hail from London, though I doubt I hold a name in Italy.”

“I wouldn’t know,”

There was a pregnant pause where you just stared into each other’s eyes, yours glistening with adoration, his with fascination.

“What if I told you that I could take you away from here, make your life better?”

“If you’re implying I wed to you, my lord, I don’t think that’s how it works–”

“Would you have any regrets leaving here?”

“I don’t have anyone left.”

“What if I said you could live forever, be powerful, you could do whatever you wanted?”

You gulped, “I would say I wanted it.”

Present Day


After centuries of tracking him down, you’d finally found him.

The hate you had for him burned deep into your soul, yet you still loved him. He was still the love of your life, despite your countless marriages. He was still the one you thought about late at night and early in the morning.

You stalked up to the large house and opened the door, only to be stopped by the barrier.

“Luke?” your voice did not carry very far.

A tiny woman came rushing out of one of the hallways, coming up to you, “Madame, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. The master has a guest.”

You looked into her eyes, “Do you know who owns this house?” you compelled.

She smiled, “I do!”

You never liked killing people. You bite your wrist and shoved it in her mouth, feeling her swallow your blood. You pulled your arm back, snapping her neck. You felt a little bit sorry, then you stepped over her transitioning corpse, going to hide behind the staircase. 

“Muriel?” Luke came rushing out, a brunette girl running as best as she could in her nine-inch stilettos behind him. You rolled your eyes, thinking about how many of his sluts that you’ve met, and how many of his sluts that you’ve killed.

Don’t tell me that you turned this one, Luke.” you said with a sigh.

Luke and the irrelevant girl turned around. “Y/N!” Luke gasped and smiled, running up to probably kiss you. But before he could place his lis on yours, you dug your hand into his chest. 

“What are you doing?” Luke croaked.

“What the hell, Luke? You turned me, then helped me learn control, then you left me! Centuries, Luke, centuries I’ve looked for you, most leading to a dead end, but I guess that’s what you get when you’re trying to track down an original.” you sneered.

“What do you want from me?”

“Answers! I never wanted this! I just wanted you… Why’d you leave me?”

“Let my heart go, and then I’ll tell you…” he gasped as you let go of the not-so-valuable organ.

“Tell me why,”

“Because I was selfish. I couldn’t lose you– I couldn’t leave you–”

“Damn right you were selfish!”

“I loved you.”

“Do you still feel the same way?” you answered, focusing your hearing on his heartbeat.

“Yes,” You didn’t know what the changing rhythm meant.

“Are you lying to me?” you whispered in his ear as you cut his lip with your finger nail.

“No! What we had was true–”

“If you dare say ‘true love,’ I’m going to rip your heart out, then tear your head off.” you seethed, squishing his cheeks between your fingers.

“At least I thought that that was what we had.”

“So did I,” you whispered and stood up, walking towards the girl, ripping out her heart, wiping your bloody hand along the cream walls, and walking out of Luke’s house. You barely made it to the end of the driveway when you felt someone’s lips on yours.

“I’ve been looking for you for centuries.” he said onto your lips, cupping your face with his large palms.

“Well, you left me. You could’ve found me if you put forth the effort with one of your many P.I.’s.”

“True, but affects no less of how much I love you.” he paused, licking his chapped lips and bit his lip ring, making him so much more attractive than he already was. “Remember the day I met you, at the market, you asked me if I was proposing to you, well not then, I didn’t even know you. But now, I am asking you for a chance so I can propose to you. Will you give me this chance?”

You placed your lips lightly on his, ghosting over his lips, making him smile slightly. You pulled back some to look into his oceanic blue eyes. You smiled a little bit, then placed your mouth on his, kissing him.

“There won’t be a day when I won’t love you.” he told you.

“There won’t be a day when I won’t remember what you did to me.” you flatly stated, your smile vanished.


“Don’t think that a kiss will be all it takes to change my mind. I came here, to you, for answers, not a relationship. I’m done with you and your twisted love. Goodbye, Luke.” you said and shoved your hand into his chest, ripping out his heart. His glowing skin grayed and dark veins made their was up his body. You dropped the no-longer-beating muscle on the ground and heard his heart regrow. The veins disappeared. His skin glowed again. You saw his hypnotic blue eyes flutter open with rage.

“You ripped my heart out…” he whispered to himself. “You ripped my heart out!” he yelled at you.

“I ripped your heart out.” You mimicked.


“You’ll get your answer when I get mine.”

“I answered your damn question!”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because I was being hunted.”

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve understood. We wouldn’t be in this predicament now if you had told me.” 

“How do you tell the love of your existence that you’re being hunted down by your evil father who’s held a grudge against you since you were the age of twelve?” he spat.

You sighed and laughed, “I don’t know, that sounds complicated.”

“I was so intimidated from it, I ran. And I when I came back for you, you were gone.”

The was a silence. It wasn’t awkward, it was peaceful.

“I love you.” he continued.

“I love you too.”  He then leaned over and kissed you.

I really didnt mean to make it this long :/
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I’m sorry, but any memory of my old colony is a memory I’d like to forget…

Meet the Family

Summary: a not so quick drabble about misha meeting your family for the first time since becoming a couple. 

Pairing: Misha x Reader 

Warnings: Fluff

Originally posted by deansurvived

It was a long time coming. Your parents knew you had been seeing someone new and it was getting serious. You had met during an interview for the magazine you wrote for and the flirtatious tone he had set during off camera made it easy to fall for the blue eyed triple threat. Actor, father, humanitarian. How could you say no when he asked you to coffee the next morning.

Coffee dates turned into brunches, which turned into dinners. Great times with a casual, humorous, soul. Meeting Misha’s children you thought would have been awkward, as Vicki wanted to meet the woman who stole her ex’s heart, however the children loved you and West took to holding your hand, while Maison curled into your lap. Vicki smiled, gave you a friendly hug and wished you the best. You had received her approval.

You were nervous when it came to introducing Misha to your parents. They were older, very protective, and after your tumultuous break up with your ex, they were worried you’d never find someone with the same values, who would love you for the woman you were. You were 34 to Misha’s 40 and while the addage ‘age ain’t nothing but a number’ haunted you, you felt more stable with Misha than you did with others your own age. He was comfort, light, and humor, packaged in good looks and brains. If you loved him, then your parents would too.

Hand in hand, you both approached your childhood home. Letting yourselves in, you called out that you were there and heard shuffling coming from the kitchen. Your mom, wearing her apron, stained with homemade red sauce, broadly grinned, opening her arms to you. 

“Hey, Mom,” you hugged her back, tears pricking at her eyes, “I’ve missed you too.” She held you at arms’ length to get a good look at your overall state and knew by the sparkle in your eye and the genuine smile that you were smitten with the dark haired, blue eyed gentleman, by your side.  She turned her attention to Misha,

“You must be Misha,” she held out her hand to which he placed a kiss on her knuckles with a slight bow, causing her to blush.  He handed her the bouquet of wildflowers you both handpicked on your drive along with a bottle of her favorite zinfandel. She graciously thanked the both of you and ushered you to the living room calling for your father,

“Donald, your daughter and her friend are here,” that was your mom, everyone was your friend no matter what you insisted they be called.  

“Be right out,” your father called from somewhere deep in the house.  Knowing your father he had been watching you two step from the car as soon as you pulled into the driveway.   He was always protective like that. Watching you as you went and came back home, directing your vehicle from the driveway like you were 16 again. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, with this one, you thought to yourself.  Misha caught the smirk on your thin lips and wrapped an arm around your shoulders,

“Penny for your thoughts,” he whispered to which you just nudged him in the ribs playfully, 

“Ask me later, love,” your eyes raised in surprise as you watched your father walk out of the master bedroom dressed in slacks, a pressed shirt, and loafers. 

“My someone got all spiffy,” you ran into your father’s arms and he pecked the top of your head, “it’s not everyday your daughter decides to pop in with someone special, what’s it been, YN, three months?”

“Dad,” you urged and your mother placed a calming hand on his back, “you know my job in Vancouver takes me all over the country, this was the first break I’ve had in months.”

“Can’t blame a guy for loving and missing his youngest, can you?” he shrugged in defeat and Misha extended his hand,

“Mr. YLN, it’s an honor to meet the man YN has spoken so highly about,” it appeared to appease your father as your ex wasn’t as smooth a talker, more of a grumbler who had to be told to be social.  Shaking his hand firmly, your father ushered you both to sit again, insisting you both relax.

“How’s the jetlag treating you both,” your mother inquired, as she brought out a tray of fresh made iced-tea.

You spoke about the flight, the layover, and the drive until you felt your mom and dad were satisfied and anticipated the next step; which one was going to ask Misha to “come see my pride and glory” which just happened to be the pristine backyard, or “care to taste my sauce”, but it was quite comical as they all fell into an easy rhythm when both of your parents spoke up at once. Misha looked from your mother to your father and chuckled, 

“I’d love to taste the sauce, Mrs. YLN, and how about afterwards, you can show me the backyard, Mr. YLN?”

“Don,” your father nodded in approval, “Mr. YLN was YN’s grandfather.”

You watched as Misha joined your mother in the kitchen, sending a wink your way. Misha was easy to please and the kitchen was like a second home to him. You’d spend your days and some nights cooking with West and Misha, while Maison would be on the sidelines with a pot of cold water, tossing in raw vegetables. Your father found this to be the perfect time to pick your brain.

With his voice barely above a whisper, he asked, “Is he good to you, YN, treats you right?” Taking your father’s hands into your own, you nodded, “More than right, Dad, he’s more than I could ask for, more than I deserve,” your father shook his head, “I see the way he looks at you, YN, it’s him who thinks he doesn’t deserve you.” “Go save him from your mother,” he teased you, “you know how she gets with her cooking.”

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