Chrysanthemum Tea (Japan X Reader)Chrysanthemum TeaChrysanthemum Tea (Japan X Reader) by Zelvya
The sun glowed gently in the clear blue sky, its rays peeking through the leaves of lush trees in a beautifully manicured garden. Summer had ended, yet the remnants of its warmth still lingered in the air.
You opened your window and immediately a gentle breeze flowed in, carrying with it the sweet scent of autumn flowers blossoming in your garden. You smiled and closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the aroma and the soft wind on your skin.
"Oh my, I better start preparing now," you mumbled silently to yourself.
You reached for the apron and tied it loosely around your waist. You then proceeded to gather various cooking utensils and ingredients and arranged them neatly on a large wooden table in the middle of your kitchen. Even though you were not a professional chef, from your extensive experience in the kitchen, you knew that mise en place was key to successful cooking.
And today of all days, you hoped to get everything right, since you were inviting your c
No Entiendo, Senor! [Spain x Reader]It has only been a week since [Name] arrived in Madrid for an immersion programme, and her initial excitement is already starting to give way to frantic anxiety. Unfortunately, she has had to learn the hard way of how little English is spoken in Spain. Considering that it is her only fluent tongue, communicating and adapting to life in her new environment has been exceedingly difficult.No Entiendo, Senor! [Spain x Reader] by portofmorrow
Having bothered her Spanish student guide enough during the busy school week, she decides to explore the city by herself on Saturday. Motivated by an overpowering sense of optimism, she sets off early in the morning for the Museo del Prado, the national art museum. However, her initial adventurousness quickly wears off when she realises that she is both hopelessly horrible at navigation and pitifully pathetic in whatever rudimentary grasp of Spanish she possessed.
Yet, as an obstinate and independent woman, [Name] refuses to admit that she is utterly lost and concede to her own inadequacy by asking for
Hot Off The Press [Denmark/Reader/Prussia] Ch. 1Hot Off The Press [Denmark/Reader/Prussia] Ch. 1 by portofmorrow
Warning: some cussing!
Chapter 1: The Adventures of an Overworked Journalist
For [Name], there were things more important than French Food Friday. Editing Alfred F. Jone's article on extraterrestrials was, unfortunately, one of them.
When Arthur Kirkland headed back to the newsroom after a hurried dinner, he was not expecting to see the lights still on. For a moment, he thought that perhaps a new member of the club had forgotten to switch off the lights after leaving the room. However, as he approached the room, the increasingly audible sound of fingers rapping against the keyboard nullified that notion.
He didn’t even have to peer through the window to know who it was. There was clearly only one journalist in Hetalia Academy dedicated enough to skip French Food Friday to work on an article.
Arthur knocked on the door, like the polite gentleman he liked to see himself as. The typing stopped, followed by a terse reply:
Your Turn- EnglandxReader.:England:.Your Turn- EnglandxReader by Ixmay
“Arthur, come on,” you groaned when Arthur would continually ignore you as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed and facing you. His features were peaceful as he ignored everything in his half-awake state, which annoyed you, a lot, “Get up and off your flipping, sexy ass already and go check up on the baby already...”
Arthur, in an uncommon but justifiable stroke of immaturity, chose to ignore you as you continued to complain, deciding to just encase you in his lean but strong arms and chest to keep you from moving. He smiled as he buried his face in you neck, quietly listening to your words as he lies there. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling child calling for you and Arthur, sleepy parents, from the nursery room.
Sleepily, you said to Arthur again, “For crying out loud Arthur, please, it's your turn to check on the baby...”
Arthur lifted one of his eyelids to allow his glittering green eyes to stare at yo
Stolen Heart (Pirate!Spain x Reader)Stolen Heart (Pirate!Spain x Reader) by Ally1001
Most of the time, working in a tavern really wasn't all that bad. Plenty of customers came in from the waterfront nearby, mostly travellers. The people weren't usually that horrid, the job paid well, and hey, you even got free board in the inn upstairs!
It was times like these, however, that made you rethink your place of work.
"Oi, wench! Another round for the table!" A gruff voice called out to you, making you look up from your chore of cleaning the counter.
"Of course, sir." You replied easily, turning to the casks of ale that were stocked behind you. Setting the glasses on a tray, you made to walk over to the table you had been called to. A few jeers and catcalls from drunken and sober men alike reached your ears, but you blocked them out, focused on your job.
Some of the men pulled on your skirts as you walked by, but the plain blue dress was sturdy enough to withhold their tugs.
Setting down the tray on the table it had been requested to, you passed out the foaming mugs ef