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You've always had me (AustriaXPregnant Reader)You hummed as you worked, putting the finishing touches on the Sachertorte and putting it in the fridge where it was safe. After wiping some of the excess chocolate on your apron, you grinned as you washed up the dishes.You've always had me (AustriaXPregnant Reader) by shihachii
The clock read 6 ‘o clock, meaning that Roderich would be back in a bit. Skipping upstairs, you put on one of your prettiest dresses, leaving your (h/c) hair down as he liked it that way. When you heard the door open and close, you jumped down the stairs in excitement.
“I’m bac-Ah!” Roderich said, stepping back so as not to lose his balance when you hugged him. “Roddy! Welcome back!” You cried, grinning widely at your husband. He sighed at his nickname, but wrapped his arms around your waist properly and kissed your forehead tenderly.
“(y/n)? You smell like....chocolate.” He murmured, stroking your hair away from your face gently. You nodded and smiled. “There’s a good reason for that you know.” You repl
Sinterklaas (Husband NetherlandsXReader)Zie ginds komt de stoombootSinterklaas (Husband NetherlandsXReader) by shihachii
uit Spanje weer aan.
Hij brengt ons Sint Nicolaas
ik zie hem al staan.
Hoe huppelt zijn paardje
het dek op en neer,
hoe waaien de wimpels
al heen en al weer.
“Papa!” You heard your daughter cry as Tim stepped inside. Lifting her above his head, she squealed and flailed in his hands. “Hey.” He murmured, kissing her cheeks. “Papa, Sinterklaas is coming right?” You chuckled.
For the kids, the night of the 5th of December was one of excitement. After all, if they’d been good they’d get something. Her little shoe was already next to the fireplace, a carrot in it. “Look!”
She pointed and Tim came into the living room, your daughter bouncing on his arm.
“When he comes, his horse can eat something!” She said proudly, grinning at your husband.
“Yeah and I have been good haven’t I?” Tim stroked his chin, making a show of remembering if she’d b
Discovering the Pompeiian lovers (ItalyXReader) The Italian heat beat down on your neck and back, almost weighing you down with the rays of the boiling sun. You rubbed your forehead, a trail of dust trickling down your skin now it had been moistened by your sweat. The stuffy gloves you were wearing were stiflingly hot, but you couldn’t do without them.Discovering the Pompeiian lovers (ItalyXReader) by shihachii
Sighing in relief when the bell sounded for the break, you gently set down your tools on a grubby piece of cloth after quickly sweeping the dirt from them. The peak of the day, midday in other words, was too hot for anyone to work the way you were without getting sunstroke or being badly dehydrated. So you and your team of archaeologists took a siesta to regain your strength during that time every day.
“And? Find-a anything yet?” You heard a voice say, coming from behind you. As you rubbed a towel around your sweaty neck, you looked over your shoulder and smiled as you saw the bubbly Italian standing over you with a bottle of iced water in hi