guardianarchangel

3rd person POV: Alfred was on a school field trip. They were on a trip for his science class in the jungle and he was probably the only one who wasn't taking notes or listening to the teacher at all. He was looking around him and admiring the wildlife. He noticed a cave that they were passing when he bumped into the person in front of him. He got up and listened to see why they had stopped. The teacher was out of ideas and was asking for places they'd  like to go. " I got an idea Arthur." "What have I said about calling me that Alfred." "Fine professor can we go check out that cave" he pointed to the cave and since Arthur had no other ideas

You sat in your room, nervous. Tomorrow, you were getting married to a guy you had never met. Your parents had arranged for you to marry someone from a family who were desperate for cash ... and your family just happened to be doing really well (business wise) at the time. All you knew about your husband to be was that his name was Matthew Williams. Yeah, seriously ... that was it. The fact that it was dull and grey outside wasn't helping the situation. You wearing your best dress, which was a dull worn out red. You sighed as you looked at your sketchbook. You loved nothing more than art and drawing ... but soon all of your freedom was going

 You have a county and so far the allies and axis are invading you. This is my first readers insert so comments critiques and faves are welcome!This couldn't be happening. (Your name) couldn't have been... invaded. Took over. You'd lost. (Your name) ran your fingers trough your (color of hair) hair. Slowly though, one wrong move and they'd catch you. A lump in (your name) throat formed. How could this be happening? (Your name) ducked behind a bush, holding your breath as a couple of countries made their way close to your hiding place. You couldn't just give up. After everything you'd done it was finally over... but what had you expected any

A Night For Cupcakes~ It was just another normal day in London, however it was obviously too normal for the pink haired, sky blue eyed gentleman otherwise known as Oliver Kirkland. You were just walking up the street by his bakery and you caught his eye, yet again with your (h/l) (h/c) hair and your stunning (e/c) eyes that he could easily detect weakness from. “My my” he cooed. “She looks fun to manipulate” As soon as you were near his door, he immediately opened it and motioned for you to come in. How could you possibly resist? He looked like he came right out of a fairy tale with his long sleeved shirt that matched