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It 's a sunny day. Summer has already arrived and the breath taking city of Amsterdam is unusually crowded. Gusts of wind occasionally blow, creating a calm, but yet pleasant atmospaire. Cheerful voices were echoing through the allies and canals. The city was alive again, waking up from a cold and unwelcome winter . " What a lovely day today, isn't, love?" You smiled at the tall male next to you. The Dutch silently nodded and held your hand, as the two of you were walking down the street that leaded to your house. You inadvertently turned your head to the right where your favorite flower shop was. You really loved flowers. The great variet

 "Please sit down. Dr. Beilscmeit will accept you in his office soon." The gorgeous secretary merely informed (y/n). The (h/c) female thanked Agnes, the secretary, with a flinch of her head and patiently waited for her appointment to start. She was vacantly admiring the luxurious and tastefully decorated room, until an austere tone behind the closed door called her name. "(y/n) (l/n)" (y/n) tactfully knocked on the door. The voice sounded pretty familiar. But, why does this faint memory prevent her to open the door? She momentarily hesitated only for the same voice to call her again, this time more sternly. " I said. (Y/N) (L/N). COME IN"

"Here's the last diagnosis you have to check for tonight, Doctor Ludwig" His secretary purred his name while handing him the large folder. "Thank you, Agnes. You can go." he bluntly told her without taking his eyes off the papers he had to sign. Agnes sighed in frustration as another attempt to capture her boss' attention miserably failed. Ludwig Beilschmidt was one of the most famous and rich doctors in Germany. A very powerful and cruel man. He was like a celebrity to his country. With his imposing, muscular body and his handsome face he'd always be turning heads whenever he walked in a room. His sexy appearance, his money and his status

[18] Slipping across the rooftops amongst the shadowy lengths of the elite's impressive but impractical housing, no one upon the ground might guess your deadly intentions or the passion for your profession that pulled you on. It was a lovely summer night that London was blessed with. It was pretty late, so the busy capital was unusualy quiet. Only a few dime lights from inside the houses were still awake. The starts were simmering in the sky, keeping you company as you were patiently waiting for your boss to arrive. He had to be very careful when walking out of his settler, given that the police were after him. You were honored to be working

Romano x reader- Mafia Shivers (pt.4) "Is she going to be alright, doctor?" Mr. Rome asked in a serious tone. The Lithuanian doctor remained silent, trying to figure out the best way to announce his estimation. "If she doesn't wake up in three days... that will probably be the end." Hearing this everyone in the room froze instantly. Feliciano started sobering and Ludwig held him tight in his arms. Eliza and Emma were now both crying. Tim and Roderich lowered their head, with Tim lighting up his cigarette. Gilbert, Francis and Antonio did the same. As for Romano... a tear streamed down his cheek. He quickly wiped it. Rome looked at the do

[Assassin's Creed Themed story] "Damn it, (y/n)! Focus, amore (love)!" The temperamental Italian told the female next to him, who was constantly spacing out. "Sorry, Romano.'' she said, while she handed him a bag of their groceries. "C'mon let's go home, carina (sweetheart).  I bet you're tired" Romano planted a quick kiss on her shoulder. It was a lovely day. The generous sun was coloring the sky with golden beams of light. Gentle gusts of wind occasionally blew, inviting the trees to move along to the invisible music the historical city of Rome was composing. Despite the warm and relaxing weather, an odd intension was filling the atmosphe

Pt.1: Denmark x reader- Royalty The tired prince woke up from another night away his home. His own inhibitions that hunted his sleep didn't let him rest at all. Another pointless day on his calendar, he thought. The male sat straight up in his bed. He was meditating all night about the odd situation he was forced to participate in since he met her. Something wasn't right about princess (y/n). Not only she wasn't as aristocratic and delegate as her status required, but also her manners and posture reminded him of the provincial life he witnessed every time he rode his horse around the villages of his kingdom. Her maiden was far more suitab

Mafia!Romano x reader- Mafia shivers (Pt.3) "Are you an idiot or what?" Romano barked on top of his lungs, intimidatingly marching towards the girl. "I was about to ask you the same thing." (y/n) sarcastically answered. "You know, being more polite would actually be a nice change for once." "I talk to you like-a this, hoping that one day my words will get into your damn head." "Given that, I should be the one screaming here." Romano frowned and threw the earbuds off his head. "Practice is over. I had enough of you for one day." he hissed while taking his expensive, black gloves off as well. "Make sure you won't fuck our mission up tonight."

The ballroom of the imposing, Russian mansion is frequented by people. Shrewd millionaires, corrupted politicians and journalists, notorious criminals and ruthless mafia members are here to celebrate another success of the most powerful man in Russia and now in the whole world. The police has been taken down. The last unwelcome situation was settled this morning. Another huge victory for the head of the Russian mafia. Nobody knows neither his name nor how the Russian Don looks like. Nobody has ever seen him. Nothing has ever been revealed. "Master, Ivan... Why don't you go outside? All these people are here for you." His Lithuanian butler

The night had spread its darkness through the German camp. The sky was hopelessly beautiful despite the inclement weather. How ironic. The whole nature wanted to remind everyone how useless this war was… “ I can’t bear this anymore. Most of mein (my) friends died beside me. Every day I wake up in the middle of the night, remembering them screaming for help. Crying from pain. Begging me to end their life. They say it's the only way to escape this awful war." War... Such a tiny but yet hatred word. Just three letters can deprive so many things... It can murder love, life, hope... Ludwig put his hands on the pockets of his m