Alicefearless

    "Mr. Kirkland, your guests have arrived."    Oliver turned to cast a wide smile at Alice, "Oh, good!" Casting a glance down at his shirt, he furrowed his eyebrows, "Oh, butterscotch! This shirt got messy... I can't greet them like this!"    You didn't even notice the little spots of blood on his shirt. Until now, blood stains were not really the biggest problem. You were in Oliver's room, and it looked just like you had figured it would; bright colored wallpaper, flowers and cute items all over the place, a tray of suspiciously inviting cupcakes and tea. The only thing that surprised you was the antique-looking vanity with makeup. He

Cold water surrounded your naked figure as little glimmers of light found its way through the stained glass window of the bath.  Your eyes tightly closed as the mineral herbal water soaked your bruised and battered skin.  Still in a bleak state of mind you held your head under the water wondering if it was possible for a person to drown their self. However, while thinking of death by drowning you could no longer hold yourself beneath the cold waters.  As if against your own will your head broke the surface of the water gasping in much needed air. A sigh soon followed.  ‘Still not brave enough to do it.’ you simply thought to you

If there had ever been a time in which Nikolai thought he’d hit the highest point of his anger, then what he felt now was – at the very least – double that. “Hello?” “Ni-Nikolai? This is _-_____, I-I’m calling f-from the phone at w-work. Listen, N-Nikolai, I need you to call the police right now–” “Why? _____, are you alri–” “Just hurry, Nikolai! T-Tell them to go to my workplace, we-we’re having an emergency. Quick, th-they’re c-coming upstai– …” “Hello? _____!? _____!” A shiver ran through Nikolai’s body at th

 This was a request for: ~Rin-Cheshire (https://www.deviantart.com/rin-cheshire) LET'S DO THIS! Warnings: If you have an issue of being someone's ((As in someone saying that you're mine)), or having a hot, possesive, Belorussian man call you his, then stop reading now.   You felt the familiar warm yet cold hand clamp down on your shoulder. Smiling, you looked up to greet the owner of said hand.   "Hey, Nikolai."   Nikolai's eyes were set in a glare, directed straight at Denmark. His hand clenched tighter on your shoulder as the Danish man sheepishly smiled.   "H-Hey, Nikolai..."   "Mine."   "H-Huh?"   Mathias looked utterly confused, sending you a look. You just s

Never did you think that being an adult would be a good thing, that it would literally save your life. Now, you feel an unreasonable sort of cocky confidence as you watch Maurice and Samuel flit about the cabin worriedly, trying to convince their brother that trusting you to bring them children is a bad idea. Wildifrid waves them off with sharp gestures and thrusts their brooms into their chests. “Would thou two shut it?!” he barks. “We don’t have time for such nonsense.” “Exactly, dear brother,” Samuel says and slides in front of him. “Oh, let me sing! I can bring us bundles and bundles of ch

Baby Girl - Supernatural x Reader (Part 6) You had to ask... "Are you going to kiss?" And both Dean and Sam had just barely started eating that they started choking. Sam, who regained his breath first, spoke "What?" he asked not really believing what he heard you say. "Aren't you going to kiss? You made a deal, isn't that how deals are sealed?" you tilted your head, a habit you got from Castiel. "That's how demons seal their deals, (y/n), only demons. We don't have to..." Dean shuddered, trying to even say the word "...kiss to seal it. We can just shake hands like we did before and that's it" he explained and you nodded. "Oh, alright"

"________, you... don't think I'm a... monster, do you?" You blinked and lifted your head up to see her friend Alfred, well, the other Alfred. America, Alfred F. Jones' counterpart, "Anti-America". You bit your lip slightly as you raced through some thoughts in your busy little head. Yeah, instead of this Alfred being the so-called-Hero, this one was a villain, with his tanned skin and dark reddish-brown hair with a much similar cowlick to the official America, and instead of glasses he had sunglasses placed on top of his head, which occasionally slipped. But... this Alfred... has killed people. The bat he always carried around with nails