not sure if you found it alicia

What if since meeting your soulmate is the best thing to happen to you, they get teleported to the site of the worst thing that’s happened to you?

or: my take on this AU by @shitty-check-please-aus


Jack skates through the crowd of his teammates who are currently mobbing the small blonde freshman who brought pie of all things into his practice.  He’s kind of intending to ask the kid what the hell he thinks he’s doing feeding these guys before they have to go run drills, anyway.  Like seriously, does he want a rink full of projectile-vomiting jocks?  Cuz that’s an ugly scene that he does not want to explain to the ice crew.  But he’s the captain, and so when guys on his team act like morons, Jack is always the one who has to go apologize on behalf of the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.

He’s more than ready to lay into the new guy, but when the crowd parts, and new guy looks up, he smiles this nervous little smile and says,

“Hi!  I’m Eric -” and then everything goes black.  


Coach Bittle got into the habit of always checking the janitor’s closet on his way out of the building every night.  After what happened to Junior, he ended up just sort of gravitating there.  The first time he’d had the urge to check inside, he’d ignored it and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, imagining a tiny freshman, plopped on a bucket and crying their eyes out.  When the custodian showed up at 5, Coach was already waiting in his truck with a cup of coffee.  Now he just gives in.  Figures that as far as compulsive, guilty urges go, it’s not that bad.  Only takes him another minute out of his way, and now he goes home and sleeps like a baby.

Luckily, depite making it part of his nightly routine for the past few years, nobody’s actually been locked in there.  Well.  Locked in.  There were certainly a few encounters he interrupted.  Those times he was delayed more than a minute having to make uncomfortable phone calls to parents.  

The first and only time that Coach Bittle rescues someone from the janitor’s closet is actually not even during the school year, and he isn’t actually checking for anyone.  He’d just come in to do some paperwork for preseason and spilled coffee on his desk, and when he goes to get the actually absorbent paper towels from the closet, he finds a very large, very confused man in full hockey gear.

“AHHHH!” They both scream and jolt back, Coach stumbling and catching himself on the drinking foundtain, the large hockey man, being not so lucky and still wearing skates, sits in a mop bucket.  His only solace seems to be that it’s currently empty.

“What in the sam hell!?” Coach yells, regaining his footing.  Hockey man flinches and his eyes dart around like a cornered racoon.

“Where am I?” he chokes out.  “What’s - what’s going on?”  He looks up and meets Coach’s eyes.  Coach looks down at hockey man’s jersey.  Samwell Men’s Hockey.  And he is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, so it takes only a few stunned seconds to realize that this must me Junior’s soulmate.  Why else would one of his teammates have been catapulted down to Georgia?

“You’re in Madison, Georgia, son.  Looks like you just met your soulmate.”

“My - but I - I was at practice?”  Hockey man looks up at him, and from way down there, looking so goddamn confused, he finally looks young enough to be playing with Dicky’s team.

“And now you’re here.  So what does that tell you?”  Coach raises an eyebrow.

“That…I…met my soulmate?”

“Sounds about right.  Also sounds like you probably need to be getting on your way back, don’t it?”

“Um, yes.  That would be.  I should.  Um.  Go.”

“Might want to start with taking off the skates first.”

“Oh, I.  Yes.”  Hockey man awkwardly lifts his legs one by one and scrunches up to untie his laces.  Coach helps him pull the skates off, and then offers a hand up out of the bucket.

“Thank you, sir.”

“No trouble.”

“Jack Zimmermann,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Eric Bittle Senior,” Coach tells him, trying not to feel a little pleased when the boy’s face goes pale in recognition.  “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back where y’all belong.”

“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”

“I know what I said.  Hussle, you’ve got another practice tomorrow mornin’ I bet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we oughtta hope traffic’s on our side.”


Meanwhile, Bob Zimmermann nearly cuts his ear off shaving when he hears a loud thump followed by a sqeuak behind him.  He turns to find a strange young man in a Samwell Men’s Hockey jersey sprawled across his bathroom floor, clutching a pecan pie to his chest.

“Chrisse!” He yells, razor clattering to the sink.  He manages to catch his towel before it falls, luckily, but his yelling seems to have startled the poor kid even more.  He’s shaking a little as he sets the pie down gently and sits up. The blades of his skates clink against the tile.

“I - Um - Oh dear, I am so sorry!  I don’t - I don’t know what happened!  I was at practice and then - I mean - I’ll just be going.”

“Non!”  Bob rushes to assure the boy it’s fine, but when he steps forward, it startles him all over again.  Clearing his throat, Bob steps back and switches to English.  “I mean, there’s no need to apologize.  I know why you’re here, I just - wasn’t expecting you at this particular moment.”

“You…were expecting me?”

“Well…not you exactly, but…the…concept? of you?  Jack’s soulmate.  We - His mother and I, we knew when he met them, they would show up here.”

“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this.  I feel terribly underdressed.”  The boy stares at him blankly until Bob cracks a smile.  Then, he breaks out into loud pleals of laughter.  His eyes are a warm brown and crinkle at the corners, his nose scrunches.  He looks like such a happy person.  Maybe happy enough that some of it will rub off on Jack.

Hockey boy stands up and shakes the hand that isn’t holding Bob’s towel up.  “Eric Bittle, pleasure to meet you.”

“Bob Zimmermann, nice to meet you too.”  Another good (although strange, very strange) sign: there isn’t a trace of recognition in the boy’s face at hearing the name “Bob Zimmermann”.  Of course Jack’s soulmate would be the only hockey player alive who had no clue who the fuck his father is.  

Eric hobbles out of the bathroom and sits against the wall in the hallway to take his skates off before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where Bob had said his wife Alicia was probably hanging out.  Sure enough, when he found the (gorgeous.  stunning.  drool-worthy.) kitchen, there was a  tall, blonde woman sitting cross-legged on one of the barstools, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other propping open a book.

“Hello,” he announces himself quietly.  She’s still startled, though not nearly as much as her husband had been.  When she turns and gets a look at him, she puts the coffee down and lets the pages of the book flop freely, unfolding herself from the seat.

“Hello.  You must be…”

“Eric.  Eric Bittle.”

“Right.  And -”

“Jack’s soulmate.  Yes ma’am, it would seem so.”  He smiles timidly, and is most definitely not expecting to be enveloped in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Zimmermann.”

“Well,” Alicia steps back and puts her hands on her hips, regarding Eric with a motherly smile.  “Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for Bob?”


Jack and Coach switch drivers every state.  Coach insists that each time, they take a photo in front of the Welcome sign.  Jack snaps a few pictures on his phone when he’s in the passenger seat.  When it’s his turn to drive, he tries to educate Coach on the finer points of hockey and the top NCAA teams, and Coach in turn tries to explain how the hell football works.


The Zimmermanns put Eric on a plane back to Massachusetts that night with his hockey gear stuffed in a duffel and wearing the least obviously early 2000s clothes they could find in Jack’s old dresser.  

“We wish we could go with you,” Alicia tells him, seeming genuinely sad to be sending him off alone.

“But Jack probably wouldn’t appreciate…intruding.  He likes to keep his life at school seperate from his life back home, you know?”  

“Of course, don’t worry a bit.  It was so nice meeting y’all.”


When the airport shuttle leaves Eric in front of his dorm, he’s exhausted from the trip and starting to stress out about seeing Jack.  His soulmate.  Who he’d barely seen in the first place, only a quick impression of tall and eyes before he’d been wormholed to Montreal.  He thinks he has to be seeing things when he first catches sight of his father’s old blue truck pulled up against the curb.  

He shakes himself and starts for the building, but from behind him, Coach’s voice calls,

“Dicky!  Er- Eric!”  Eric’s head spins a little with how fast he turns around.  Because there’s no way.  His dad hadn’t been able to get away from preseason long enough to drive Eric up to school in the first place.  There’s no way he’s - But the there’s Jack, sliding out of the passenger seat.  Because Coach had driven him.  All the way from Georgia.  Because he’s Eric’s soulmate.  Coach is hand-delivering the love of Eric’s life and he just…cannot with this day anymore.

So he focuses on the one tiny part that he can wrap his travel-weary brain around.  He walks up to Jack, who’s watching him raptly, eyes darting everywhere like he’s trying to make sure he memorizes everything before he disappears again, and says,

“I don’t think we managed to introduce ourselves properly last time.”

Jack laughs.

Essays in Existentialism: FtWD V

maybe more elyza??? since im currently obsessed with u

It is a difficult life to adjust to, for someone who is wild, to be suddenly stuck, listless and incapable of running free. That and the feeling of never quite being still. That and the way someone’s hand feels on her chest when she feels anchored in the best kind of ways. 

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Nick Clark x Reader- Jealousy Doesn’t Suit You, My Dear.

Set during Season 2 of Fear The Walking Dead

Requested by Anon

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Had somebody told you that the world was going to end, you would’ve laughed and suggested a psychiatric facility for that person. It was the height of the twenty first century, and the world was going to end? Ha. But after you watched the military murder your parents, you ran faster then light straight to Alicia Clark- your best friend from school. 

You were there when the riots started in Los Angeles, and were pretty sure you’d seen enough bloodshed to last a lifetime. Handling a weapon wasn’t your problem since your father had been a 3 tour veteran of Afghanistan before the dead woke up, and he had taught you how to defend yourself. But when the fences went up, and the power went off, you found yourself talking a lot more to Chris Manawa then you had anticipated. 

But you couldn’t figure out why you were so intrigued by Nick, Alicia’s older brother who was beginning to call himself an ex-druggie. You’d known him for years, and had always thought he was beautiful.. But it took the end of the world for you to start valuing him as a person. 

  “You know, for someone so stunning, I can’t figure out for the life of me why you refuse to put on a bathing suit and come swimming.” Nick mused, slipping his sunglasses behind his ears. It was hotter then normal outside, and you were dying to get into the pool and swim with him. 

  “You totally just want to see me in a bikini, Clark.” 

He wiggled his eyebrows and puckered his lips, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Maybe I do, Y/L/N.” 

And then you were aboard the Abigail with Victor Strand, the man who was the prime reason Nick was still alive in the first place. The night he’d been taken by the military, you had been so infuriated that you had shot two of them right in the arm. Alicia was amazed at how much you cared for her brother. 

  “C’mon y/n. Tell me something good.” Chris sat across from you inside the den, the rest of the boat silent. Madison and Travis had fallen asleep in their bedroom, Strand was at the helm, Daniel and Ophelia were talking on the deck above you, and god knew where Nick was. “You’re not much older then me, you know. We could have a lot more in common then you realize.” 

Granted, Chris was adorable, and he was broken, but he was no Nick Clark. 

  “Okay, one day…” 

Nick came down from the helm where Strand was stationed, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you and Chris bent over in laughter on the sofa, heads just inches away from each other. “That story was hilarious, Y/N.” Chris panted, laughing as he wiped tears from his eyes. “So hilarious it wore me out.” 

  “You’re cute when you blush.” You mused, lightly punching his arm. “Goodnight Chris. Sleep well.” Just as Chris went downstairs, you caught sight of Nick’s penetrating stair from the doorway to the top deck and lost the ability to breathe. His eyes were dark with what looked to be anger, and it confused you beyond belief. Why is he angry with me?  “Nick?”

Silence. “Nick!”

The oldest son of Madison Clark whipped around, nostrils flaring as he took your wrists and pinned them above your head against the wall. “Why would you want anything to do with me, Y/n? I’m just the druggie. Go and flirt with Chris cause I’m sure he can give you what I can’t.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you studied his face, realization hitting you like a harsh slap. He’s jealous of Chris. “Clark, if you’re jealous of Chris, jealousy is not your strong suit.” Your breathing hitched as he inched himself closer, body pressed against yours with his lips inches away from you. “I knew it from the time I came back after my parents were killed. You’ve always liked me.” 

  “I never said it.” He whispered, pupils dilating as he pressed his face into your shoulder, his cold lips leaving a trail of kisses along the bare skin. 

  “Then kiss me and prove it, Nick Clark.”

Unexpected Matrimony

Pairing: Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood

Summary: Harry wouldn’t call himself oblivious, he was just surprised Oliver Wood would marry Marcus Flint of all people.

Words: 1,204


“Wait, it’s says what?” Harry asked, his eyes wide at Ginny as she read the letter. Or really, the wedding invitation.

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animefangirl111102  asked:

I have a request when Hikaru's s/o is pregnant and they are trying to make it obvious to Hikaru by playing games and having baby food like baby carrots and corn and ect. Thanks if u can and u can change it if u want. Love your blog😏😍

Sure thing love! I hope you enjoy it and sorry it took so long, college life gets a little busy from time to time! (: -Alicia 

You had been wanting to tell Hikaru that you recently found out that you were pregnant but he’s been so busy with work you didn’t know when to tell him. You had dropping little hints all week but he was so distracted he never noticed. 

You hummed quietly to yourself as you made dinner. You were hoping that this attempt would be the final one, if it didn’t work this time you were just going to flat out tell him.  You looked at the clock and saw you had about 10 minutes until Hikaru got home. Your nerves grew as the time ticked away, you can do this. You thought to yourself as you set the food down on the small plates you put out. You had made baby ribs, baby carrots, baby corn, you also put little baby utensils to accompany the small plates. 

The front door clicked shut right as you finished putting the plates in the sink. Hikaru walked over to you planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Hey babe.” He said to you placing his work stuff on the counter before the both of you took a seat at the table. You watched intently as he ate his food hoping he was getting the hint, but alas nothing came out of his mouth.   

You sighed before taking a bite of corn. “What’s wrong?” Hikaru asked turning his head to the side in confusion. You went to nod but stopped yourself, you knew you were going to have to tell him at some point. 

“Have you noticed anything different lately?” You asked him. He sat quietly for a second thinking before shaking his head. “Nothing at all?” You asked getting a little frustrated, and still he shook his head no. 

“I was trying so hard to be clever on how to tell you! I had us eat with small utensils, plates, I kept baking baby foods and yet you still didn’t notice. You used to be able to pick up on the littlest things when it came to me and now you can’t.” You said your voice cracking towards the end of the sentence. 

Everything was quiet for a minute until Hikaru started laughing, you looked up at him confused. Had he completely lost his mind? “I’m sorry, I can’t keep this act up any longer. (Y/N), I’ve known this whole time that you were pregnant but I didn’t want to say anything because you look so cute when you’re determined.” He said grabbing.

“But, but, how? How did you know?” You asked still completely confused. “I found the test on the bathroom counter, you forgot to throw it away.” He said getting up from his spot at the table walking over to you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked “I didn’t want to ruin the excitement you had from trying to show me subtle hints. So I just went along with it.” He said kneeling down next to your seat and placing his hand on your stomach. 

“I can’t believe there’s a little us inside of you.” He whispered delicately rubbing your stomach. “Hey they, it’s your dad talking and I just want you to know that you have two amazing parents waiting to meet you and take care of you, so don’t take to long to get here. I love you.” He said kissing your stomach. “
And I love you, so much.” He said kissing you and you could feel the tears of happiness start to form in your eyes. You couldn’t ask for a better guy to be having a family with, even if he was a pain sometimes.  

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Opening: "Elyza babe, I think you've had enough." Alicia pulled the bottle out of Elzya's grasp easily. The group had finally managed to get a secure house to stay in for a while and Elyza decided to celebrate by hitting the still fully-stocked bar.

“We’re celebrating.” Elyza clumsily reached for the half empty bottle. Alicia pulled it further away and laughed as the blonde stumbled forward. 

“I think we should wait until everyone catches up with you.” Alicia put the bottle on the counter and put her arms around her girlfriend’s waist. 

Alicia looked at Elyza’s face and saw that the tip of her nose had gone pink. She leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. “How do you look this cute when you’re drunk?” 

“I’m just constantly drunk with small moments of sobriety.” Elyza winked and returned Alicia’s gesture by kissing the tip of her nose. 

Alicia laughed again and pulled away from Elyza so she could grab the cup she had been drinking from while Elyza was pulling straight from the bottle. 

Elyza reached down and pulled out the knife that hung from her belt. 

“Elyza, maybe that’s not the best idea.” Alicia cautiously put down her drink and slowly walked over to her. 

 “Knives are just sharp, pointy friends that sometimes makes people go ‘ow!’” Elyza gestured with the knife and Alicia made sure to keep her distance. 

“Yeah, and judging by how much you’ve had to drink that knife is about to make you say ‘ow’. Alicia reached down and took the knife from Elyza’s hand gently. “Let’s just save the knife tricks for when you can actually walk a straight line.” 

“Babe, there is literally nothing straight about me.” Elyza winked and as if on cue tripped walking toward the bottle that was still sitting on the counter. 

Alicia reached over and attempted to catch Elyza, but instead found herself on the ground with Elyza’s full weight on top of her. 

“My bad.” Elyza chuckled and Alicia could smell the sweet scent of alcohol on her breath. 

“Somehow, even though I know you are really far gone, I think you had this planned.” Alicia smirked as she felt Elyza’s fingers brush away the hair that had fallen into her face. 

“Now you’re starting to understand just how smooth I am.” Elyza winked and leaned down to capture Alicia’s lips in a heated kiss. 

Alicia moaned softly into the kiss as she tasted not only the liquor on Elyza’s breath, but also the strawberries they had found earlier. 

The kissing grew even more heated as Elyza’s hands traveled under Alicia’s t-shirt. 

Ofelia cleared her throat as she walked into the room. “Hey guys, judging by all the open bottles around here I’d say you’re not aware that this is still the kitchen and people are still hanging around.” 

Elyza and Alicia reluctantly pulled apart and looked up at Ofelia. 

“Dude, any room works if you can make it work.” Elyza carefully moved off of Alicia and jumped up with a slight sway in her step. She reached down and helped Alicia off the floor. 

“I don’t think you’ll be feeling the same if Madison walks in here and sees you mauling her daughter.” Ofelia cocked an eyebrow at Elyza. 

“Fair point.” Elyza picked up the bottle and tipped it at Ofelia gratefully. “Let’s continue this upstairs.” Elyza looked at Alicia and smiled. 

“Okay,” Alicia took the bottle once again and took off toward the stairs. “Don’t hurt yourself trying to catch me.” She called as she bounded up the stairs. 

“Damn.” Elyza tried to focus but there were three doorways and Elyza knew if she took off she would end up breaking her nose against a wall. 

“I will get laid tonight.” Elyza whispered determinedly as she stared at the three exits and waited for her mind to figure out which one was the right one. 

“Or spend the rest of the night unconscious in the kitchen.” Ofelia leaned against the counter in the kitchen and watched with amusement as Elyza tried to figure out how to leave the room. 

“Shut up.” Elyza waved off Ofelia as she continued to concentrate on her mission. 

Ofelia stifled a laugh as she watched Elyza take a tentative step forward with her hands out in front of her to protect her face from any incoming walls. 

Once she made it out of the room she charged forward up the stairs. “Yes!” She yelled as she ran up the stairs. 

After a few loud stomps Ofelia let out a burst of laughter when she heard Elyza miss a step and fall on the stairs. 

“Break a leg up there.” She called up. 

“Shut your mouth.” Elyza called back through gritted teeth. “I’m getting laid.” Ofelia heard Elyza say one more time as she stumbled up the rest of the stairs. 

Once she heard the door slam Ofelia looked around the kitchen and saw Elyza’s knife laying on the counter. “That’s dangerous, someone could lose an eye.” She picked it up and put it on top of the fridge before walking out of the kitchen. She had been throughly entertained by Elyza’s drunken antics. 

A Date? - George Weasley imagine

“Fred & George met a girl (who is part of the Irish Quidditch Team) in the Hogwarts Express. They are very excited and George is in love. He find out that she is a ravenclaw and ask her to the yule ball. She is a bit sassy, but in love with him.”

This imagine was victim of my mind block. When I started to write it I was overly excited. And then, the block. But now I’m better and able to finish it. I hope the anon likes the story.

And a huge THANK YOU to Dani who helped me with grammar and stuff. You were really nice and kind to me, dear  :*

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The Irish students were all too happy laughing and speaking loudly inside the Hogwarts train. George laughed when Alicia rolled her eyes, exasperated.  

“Will they not shut up?”

“Let them be happy. It was a great game” Fred shrugged, resting his head on Angelina’s lap.

“I know it was. But I want to rest a bit and those leprechauns won’t shut up!”

The Weasley twins laughed, alongside Angelina. Before Alicia could keep complaining, the cabinet door where the quartet were travelling opened with violence. It was Seamus Finnigan, with his face painted with Ireland’s colours.

“It’s such a shame that Oliver isn’t here!” Seamus was too excited to notice Alicia’s bad mood “You wouldn’t believe it!”

“What, Seamus?” Angelina asked him with a grin.

“I thought about coming here as you’re all quidditch players! It’s so exciting!” he was almost jumping.

“What, Seamus?” Fred and George asked in unison.

“I can hardly believe it’s true!”

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, SEAMUS?!” four pairs of shocked eyes turned to Alicia when she screamed “What are you here for?”

“We have a quidditch player here” he blushed, afraid of another explosion from Alicia.

“Really, Seamus?” Alicia laughed “Well, let me tell you that us four are quidditch players”.

“No, you don’t get it” he smiled widely. “An Irish quidditch player! From the Irish National Quidditch Team! Here!”

“WHAT?!” the quartet were alert, with pure curiosity.

“Moran is here?!” an overly excited Angelina receveid a jealous look from Fred, making George and Alicia laugh.

“No, no. She’s a reserve player, actually. But she was there at the World Quidditch Cup!”.

“She?” Alicia seemed to relax a bit “Wow, girl power!”

“She’s a distant niece of Aidan Lynch, the seeker! I didn’t know she was attenting Hogwarts, but my father is friend of her cousin and…”

“Wait, this girl, this Irish quidditch player is a Hogwarts student?!” asked a stunned Angelina.

“Yeah, Ravenclaw, seventh year. A very nice girl, what a pity I just found out about her now”.

“Can you introduce her to us?!” Alicia’s bad mood was replaced with excitement.

“Sure" Seamus smiled, loving their reactions. He looked briefly at the corridor and screamed “Y/N! Come here, come here!”

“I’m late, Seamus!” you screamed back, smiling “Prefect duties”.

The twins, Angelina and Alicia stood up, huddling at the door to see you when they heard you were about to leave. Seamus was almost trampled, but he laughed. You were a few meters away from the gryffindors and laughed at that scene, waving to them.

You blushed when you noticed George looking at you (you could tell him apart from Fred, as always…)

****

Since the day you started your last year at Hogwarts, a lot of guys tried to ask you out. Boys that never talked to you before, even some fellow ravenclaws that, since first year, never noticed you. Just because now you’re a reserve player in the world of professional quidditch, representing your country, it seemed like every guy at Hogwarts wanted to have a date with you.

You got angry with most of them, mostly with the bullies from slytherin. They had treated you bad since day one and now they wished you would go to the Yule Ball with them!

But the only guy making your head a mess was George, as always..

You always liked him. You were in your second year when they - he and Fred - came to Hogwarts. A pair of redheads and shinning smiles, looking truly amused while admiring Hogwarts’ enchanted ceiling. They were just adorable.

Something couldn’t stop you from looking at one of the twins. Oddly, you could see a difference between them. One (Fred) was like a leader, beginning the laughs and the little pranks, the other (George) was somehow a follower. One of the many things you learned about him just on that sorting ceremony!

You wished for them to be sorted into Ravenclaw, but someone told you that the Weasley family are usually sorted into Gryffindor. And they were.

After the ceremony, you felt ashamed for looking at a boy younger than you, looking like a kid, and thinking on how cute he was… You never approached George during his first year, but you always laughed at the things he and Fred did. The years were passing, and you always thought about when the right moment would present itself for you to talk with him. But it never happened and you’re already on your last year at Hogwarts.

And now, that you were like a celebrity, George himself started to look at you, to notice you. After all that time!

“Do you need help?” you turn your attention to him, frowning.

“Weasley. I didn’t know that you were aware of the existence of the library” you smile ironically, ignoring him. Your arms were aching due to the amount of books you were carrying.

“Tough girl” he grinned, walking beside you “You like to read, I see”.

“NEWTs” you keep walking “You’ll have them next year. Were you good at your OWLs?”.

“They already know how to fly” he laughs and you stare at him, frowning.
Suddenly, you hear Fred’s laugh and notice that he was hiding behind some shelves.

“Gryffindors… Ugh” you sigh walking away from them.

George observes you walking away and looks at Fred, angrily.

“What the hell?”

“It was your fault!” Fred keep laughing “What a pathetic joke!”.

“Do you know how many times I’ve tried to have a conversation with Y/N that’s lasted more than a few minutes since school started?”

“Well, It’s all your fault. Your approach is ridiculous” Fred shrugs “Harry and I talked to her a couple of days ago”.

“You what?!”

“Yeah, Harry was overly excited with the quidditch issue” he said calmly, pretending to ignore George’s anxious gaze “She’s a very nice girl, Y/N. Mental at some moments, but really nice” he grinned at George’s outraged expression “What?”

“You could’ve gotten me to talk to her too! I’m your brother!”.

“You were sick with stomach ache at the bathroom" Fred laughs “I wasn’t in the mood to interupt you”

The twins were still discussing, but unaware that now it was you watching behind some shelves, laughing low when Madam Pince scolded them. You noticed George looking around, trying to find you. After giving up, he sighed, walking away with Fred.

You felt sparks.

Was it possible that your school crush had actually noticed you?

****

“Hey, Y/N!” you hear him yelling at you at the moment you enter the Great Hall. You feel your cheeks getting red as everyone gazes at you and the red haired boy running towards you.

“Do you want an autograph, Weasley?”.

“Wow, bitter one” he grin “Woke up late?”

“Is it your business?” you roll your eyes, walking to Ravenclaw’s table.

“I heard that you’ll be helping Madam Hooch with the flying lessons”.

“I’ve been helping her since fourth year, Weasley”.

“You have?” he frowned, giggling at your upset expression “I never noticed it, to be honest”.

“You never noticed anything” you grumble, annoyed “Can I have my breakfast without you disturbing me?”

“Am I a bad company?” he says, pretending to be offended, lowering his head. You can’t help but laugh at his cuteness.

“What do you want?”

“An autograph”

“Are you serious?” your eyes widen, but then he laughs “What?”

“I’m only joking”

“As always…” you can help but grin.

“Where were you hiding all those years?”

“Right below your nose, probably” you sigh, exasperated. That feeling of being invisible to him for all your school life was so upsetting “But now that I’m an Irish player you suddenly became aware of my existence, didn’t you?”

“Why are you so angry?” he smile, blushing.

“Dont worry, Weasley. Go have your porridge”

“I ate already” he grabs you by your arm when you start to walk away “Wait!”.

“What?” you try to sound irritated, but his attention over you makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“I ate that thing as fast as a golden snitch!”

“Why?” you look at him, curious, noticing a funny glimpse in his eyes.

“I was waiting for my Seeker”. he smiled, clearly amused with himself. You can’t help but grin, while frowning “What?”

“I’m a Chaser, Weasley” you shake your head, sighing “It looks like you’re here just for an autograph”.

“I want to know if you want to go to the Yule Ball with me” he says abruptly, his ears turning red.

“You what?!” your voice sounds a little higher and some fellow ravenclaws stare at you, curious.

“To the Ball” he looks anxious “With, uh, me”.

Incredulous, you face him for several minutes, not knowing what to say. The embarrassed smile he wore was soon disappearing, giving way to an anxious and slightly frightened expression. You laugh and he widens his eyes, blushing violently. Poor boy!

“Is it another joke of yours? Where is Fred, to jump out and laugh?”

“It’s not a joke” he scratches his neck, visibly embarrassed. He probably wasn’t used to situations like this “I’m serious, Y/N…”

“You’re serious?” you’re astonished  “You’re asking me to the Yule Ball… And it’s not a joke?”

“Yes, it’s not a joke” he’s biting his lip, almost all red.  And you laugh, torturing him some more. Your feeling of rejoice was mixed with your desire to punish him for not noticing you for all your school life.

“And why do you want to go with me?”

“Damn, can’t you stop asking?”

“I’m a ravenclaw" you shrugged, smiling a bit.

“Because I think we’re both good looking and we should show our beauty to the world.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. A loud, raucous, uncontrollable laughter. Everyone was staring at you two. Screw it.

“So you think I’m pretty, Weasley?”

“Very" he smiles, gallant, but you can tell he is still afraid and slightly embarrassed, as the tips of his ears are still red.

“How many bludgers hit your head since you came to Hogwarts?”

“What?”

“Or have you some sight problems like Potter? Because I’ve been here with you attending Hogwarts for six years already and you never noticed me before" your tone was a little more bitter than what you expected. George frowned.

“That’s why you’re so mad at me?”

“Yes, it is" now it was your turn to feel embarassed.

“Well… I’m dumb" he shrugged, with a innocent and humble face, making you curve your lips in a little smile “You’re the ravenclaw here.”

Your smile got larger, looking at him. The charming grin, the vivid red hair and that permanent aura of amusement. Shaking your head and giggling, you look right into his anxious eyes, feeling your own stomach turn upside down.

“One question.”

“What?”

“Are you going to wear something like that weird dress robe that your younger brother received from your mom?”

“I’d rather die.”

“Fine then.”

“What?”

“I’ll go with you.”

“You will?!” his eyes widen and he looks like a happy kid at Christmas eve.

“If you still want me to g-…”

“HELL YES!” he shouted, making you laugh hysterically. Goodamnit, you could swear that the entire Great Hall had glued their eyes on you two.

“I got it" you bit your lower lip, feeling a bit anxious too “Well, now you have a pair.”

“A date”  he smile, winking at you, laughing with you and you laughed back.

“Whatever. Go back to your table. I’m starving.”

“Y/N, one more thing.”

“What?” you arch an eyebrow, curiously.

“Can you give me your autograph?”

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SOLDIER STORIES: Celebrating the life of a Viking Raider.

The battlefield cross for fallen Raiders was displayed at the Celebration of Life ceremony remembering retired Master Sgt. Eden M. Pearl, at the Base Theater aboard Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune, N.C., Feb. 19, 2016. Master Sergeant Eden M. Pearl deployed with Fox Company, 2nd Marine Raider Battalion, to Herat Province, Afghanistan, in 2009. His identification tags will be added to those of other fallen Raiders and displayed at U.S. Marine Corps Forces, Special Operations Command headquarters building aboard Stone Bay, N.C.

(Combat images are courtesy photos dated MAY 2009. Other photos by Sergeant Donovan Lee, 19 FEB 2016. Article by Sergeant Lia Gamero, 19 FEB 2016.)

During a Celebration of Life ceremony, family, friends and fellow Raiders gathered to honor the life and legacy of retired Master Sgt. Eden M. Pearl, at the Base Theater aboard Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune, N.C., Feb. 19, 2016. Master Sgt. Pearl succumbed to his wounds on Dec. 20, 2015, more than six years after his vehicle was hit by an improvised explosive device while deployed to Herat Province, Afghanistan in 2009.

“He was one of those guys the Marines tell stories about in the Marine Corps, so I couldn’t wait to meet (him)” said Phillip Noblin, who met Pearl in 2002, when Pearl was his team leader at 2nd Force Reconnaissance Company, II Marine Expeditionary Force. “Just off the stories, I had built up this picture of this battle-ax swinging Viking of a beast of a man.”

By 2002, Pearl had already built himself a reputation as a force to be reckoned with in the reconnaissance community. He had deployed with the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit, completed Amphibious Reconnaissance School, Scout Sniper School, and the Rigid-hull Inflatable Boat Coxswain’s Course.

“He was a very consummate professional, and commanded respect everywhere he went,” said Noblin, who described Pearl as a leader who always took the time to teach and train younger Marines. “(On his team) you always wanted to make sure you did the right thing because Eden was your team leader and you didn’t want to let him down.”

Pearl completed four more deployments with II MEF, in support of Operations Iraqi Freedom I and Iraqi Freedom II. It was shortly before his fifth deployment that Pearl was introduced to his wife, Alicia, a U.S. Navy corpsman stationed in Virginia. After a long-distance relationship, the two received orders to deploy with the same unit, but two months from deployment, Alicia found out she was expecting.

“He had a plan, to be together for some time, engaged for some time,” said Alicia, “but we both knew we were right for each other and we wanted to be together, so he was just so excited when he found out.”

The couple married days before his deployment and their daughter was born just two weeks before his return in 2005.

“(She) was his joy,” said Don Hoemann, long-time friend of Pearl. “He had this carrier that he bragged about continuously and did so much in-depth research on, and he’d carry her absolutely everywhere. He’d be up to his knees in muck, and she’d be on his back, hiking with him.”

In April 2005, Pearl then received orders to 2nd Special Operations Training Group, Special Missions Branch, as a Dynamic Assault/Entry Instructor.

“(When I arrived) Eden was kind of in charge over there, which was funny because on paper there was probably a (gunnery sergeant) over him,” said Noblin, founder of Brothers in Arms Foundation. “But he had that about him, you could be in a room with majors and captains, but if Eden was talking they were listening. He was the guy who had been there and knew all the skills, and at the time, that was with only 10 years in.”

Pearl was with the Special Missions Branch in 2006 when the unit was reassigned and re-designated at Marine Special Operations School (MSOS), U.S. Marine Corps Forces Special Operations Command. At MSOS, Pearl was assigned as Lead Instructor and was integral in the development of the Individual Training Course (ITC).

An explosive ordinance disposal technician with 3rd Marine Raider Support Battalion, who met Pearl in 2006 described Pearl as a very intense individual.

“His reputation as a recon Marine was already legendary with all of us, so in a way it was hard not to be in some kind of ‘awe’ when you first met the guy,” said the EOD tech. In 2008, he was assigned to Marine Special Operations Team 8211, Fox Company, 2nd Marine Raider Battalion, with Pearl as his team chief.
“Eden was (the team’s) anchor, our go-to guy with anything,” said the EOD tech. “We all would have followed him anywhere because we knew without a doubt that he would do the same for any of us.”

In 2009, MSOT 8211 deployed to Herat Province, Afghanistan. While on a routine convoy, Pearl’s team was ambushed and an IED was detonated directly under his vehicle. Two service members were ejected from the vehicle and survived, three others, including Pearl, were caught inside. Pearl was the only service member from inside the vehicle to survive.

“I don’t pray often, but that night I prayed it wasn’t one of our vehicles, and more specifically not his,” said the EOD tech. “As you can imagine, the entire team was caught pretty off guard to that kind of a blow; having that anchor, brother, leader and friend taken from you.”

Pearl suffered 2nd and 3rd degree burns to 97 percent of his body. He was medically evacuated from country and only days later to Brook Army Medical Center in San Antonio, Texas, where he underwent multiple surgeries and skin grafts. After a couple of months, Pearl had a severe stroke that put him into a temporary vegetative state, but after 16 months he was transferred to a facility in Florida, that catered to his cognitive care needs.

In 2013, the Brothers in Arms Foundation, together with the Gary Sinise Foundation, helped build a home in San Antonio that was accessible to care for Pearl in a home setting.

“I don’t think most people would have survived those initial injuries to begin with and the fact that he made it out of (Brook Army Medical Center) after 16 months is amazing, and the fact that he was even able to come home and spend more time with us here, is kind of miraculous,” said Alicia. “He truly was an incredible man, father and husband.”

Pearl’s wounds and recovery not only led to the development of multiple medicines but also several procedures that will help future burn victims. His survival was the leading factor for the Brothers in Arms foundation, which continues to support wounded and fallen special operations Marines. Alicia and Hoemann attribute his survival to his ceaseless warrior spirit.
“(Eden) was the epitome of a fighter, he was not going to give up,” said Hoemann. “Even with family and work it wasn’t an option to give up and not give 110 percent. He fought every day … for what he thought was best for his Marines and his family.”

Pearl was retired in September 2014, where he continued to live in San Antonio with his family, until his passing on Dec. 20, 2015. He is survived by his wife Alicia, daughter Avery, and a community of Raiders with an example to live up to.

“I only wish that more guys coming up through MARSOC could have been influenced by him,” said the EOD tech. “(Eden) was a full package deal that could do it all. I will never forget the moments that I had with him, to know him, and have the honor to work beside him.”

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Lexark... camping ⛺️ near a lake and Eliza taking care of Alicia during her watch

How did she get here? Elyza tried to trace her steps that led her to this moment. The stars shining down on a clear night in a Mexican desert. Her skin had a slight chill to it, even with her leather jacket on. The moon was barely a sliver in the sky as the dying fire crackled and sputtered in front of her.

How had she managed to be so lucky during the end of the world?

Her blue eyes finally traveled down to the reason her thoughts had started to wander. A sleeping girl right next to her. A curtain of dark hair blocking most of her face as she rested for the first time in three days.

Elyza reached down and gently tucked Alicia’s long hair behind her ear. Her face looked relaxed and peaceful under the pale light of the stars.

Elyza smiled to herself, she couldn’t help it. This girl had become her world when the other world fell apart. This girl was the very reason Elyza knew she could hold on to hope when everything else was a hallowed out and burning wasteland.

Alicia shivered slightly and Elyza didn’t hesitate to shrug off her jacket and drape it over her girlfriends body. Elyza watched as Alicia slept and knew more than anything else that she would do whatever it took to keep this girl safe. One day when they were able to start rebuilding again they could have their perfect life together.

Elyza would get a ring and make sure Alicia knew just how much she meant to her. They would spend the rest of their lives not worrying about running out of water or being bitten by infected. If Elyza had it her way when they got through this they would never leave the bedroom.

Elyza bent down and placed her lips on Alicia’s temple. She lingered there for a moment, letting all of her emotions wash over her at once. This girl had found her way through her heart and into her soul. “I love you.” Elyza whispered softly into Alicia’s hair.

“I love you too.” Came Alicia’s mumbled reply as she moved her body so her head could rest on Elyza’s lap. Elyza smiled as she sat up straight and started running her fingers through Alicia’s hair. She felt Alicia’s breathing change into long restful sighs and knew she had drifted off again.

“I’m going to marry you Alicia Clark.” Elyza whispered this into the night. Making a promise not only to Alicia, but to herself as well. They were going to make it through this.

What an Intro (Lexark)

The smaller ship gained on the Abigail like it was nothing. There was nothing anyone could do but try and fight off the intruders as they started to board the ship. But the men were smart and threw smoke bombs on the deck and grabbed Travis, Strand, and Daniel first. The men took everyone below deck, but the man that had been called ‘Jack’ told them to leave Alicia with him.

“So, Alicia thank you for being so kind to me. This yacht will keep us going for quite a while once we get rid of the others.” Alicia looked around quickly for some kind of weapon but Jack was too quick for her and pinned her down on the cushioned seat of the deck. “I thought we were friends Alicia. Don’t go doing something we’ll both regret. I’m offering you a chance to live and be here with us.” His breath smelled horrible in Alicia’s face as he hovered over her; the brown scruff on his chin almost touching her cheek as she tried to squirm out from under him.

“Get off of me.” Alicia grunted, trying with everything she had to push the tall man off of her. “I want to see my family.” Alicia could feel herself starting to cry but didn’t want to give Jack the pleasure of knowing he was hurting her.

“You didn’t seem to want to be around them when we were talking. Remember? Paradise? Think about that.” Jack’s brown eyes met Alicia’s green and she was disgusted with herself that she ever entertained the idea of anything happening with someone who would do this.

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I love your blog so much! I just found it and I immediately loved it! I was wondering for an imagine if Kyoya's s/o started yelling at Kyoya's dad after he slapped Kyoya, and afterwards was crying for Kyoya's sake.

Sure thing! I really hope you like it! I’m sorry that this took so long to write life and school has been occupying my time. Also this is the fifth time I have tried to write this because every time I do, something causes me to lose the damn thing. So hopefully this works. -Alicia

Your P.O.V

My eyes grew wide at the scene that unfolded in front of me.

“Is this how my son has been wasting his time?” Yoshio asked turning his back whilst Kyoya was on the ground picking up his glasses. My fists clenched as I started making my way towards the two of them but Mori grabbed my arm causing me to stop.

“That’s Kyo-chans dad isn’t it?” Honey asked us.

“Yes.” Mori answered.

“Low life son of a bitch.” I snarled trying my hardest to get my arm out of Mori’s grip. The hosts that were near me turned their heads towards me. Before anyone could say anything the son of the devil himself started speaking again.

“You are an embarrassment to the Ootori name.” Kyoya fixed his glasses whilst Yoshio walked away. Kyoya’s cheek was reddened from the impact from his father’s hand. His permanent smirk was washed away. Right now he looked nothing more than a lost child searching for some type of happiness.

“Suoh my friend, I am sorry you had to witness that.” Yoshio said to Tamaki’s dad.

“Mori let go of my arm right now or I will rip yours off.” I snapped sending him a glare. When his grip loosened I ripped my arm away as fast as I could. I was almost positive you could see my rage fuming from my head. When I walked past Kyoya his hand gripped my wrist.

“If you don’t let go, so god help me I will put you ten feet under Kyoya Ootori.” I snapped not even turning to look at him. When I didn’t feel his grip anymore I walked right over to Yoshio.

“Listen here you good for nothing low life son of a bitch.” I said pointing a finger at him. “How dare you lay a hand on Kyoya.”

“And whom might you presume to be? The insignificant girl my son has been wasting his time with?” Yoshio asked.

“You can insult me all you want. Your words are nothing more than air to me, but if you think for one second you can get away with hitting your son you are terribly wrong!” I could feel my anger bubbling inside of me and I knew that I was going to explode on this man if he didn’t walk away soon.

“You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do! You are nothing more than a worthless pathetic girl who isn’t amounting to anything in life.” He turned around looking over my appearance. “I do wish he found someone else.”

“Kyoya does everything in his power to make you proud of him and every chance you get you push him down. He pushes himself past his limits to be good enough to be apart of your disgusting family. What kind of a father ignores his own child? What kind of a father makes their child feel so goddamn worthless? What kind of a father pushes their child past their limits so they can succeed an image that is unobtainable? Lastly what kind of a father lays a hand on their own son? I’ll tell you what kind of a father does those types of things, a pathetic man who feels so terrible about themselves that they take the happiness away from his kids. A man that has no right to call himself a father. You sir are nothing but the devil himself who should return back to the hell from which he came!” I screamed feeling all my anger pour out in that moment. I stood my ground and watched as Tamaki’s father pulled Yoshio out of the room. I felt a hand on my shoulder and soon the tears started pouring out of my eyes. Just by the touch I knew it was Kyoya.

“(y/n)” He whispered and I buried my face into his chest.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry that you have to live with that. You don’t deserve to have a father like that.” I said sniffling almost every second.

“Why are you crying.” He asked softly wiping my cheeks.

“I just, he just, makes me so mad. I can’t believe he does that.” I said clenching my hands again.

“I have you (y/n) that’s all I could ask for. I don’t care about my father, the way you stood up for me shows me how much you care. Thank you, I love you so much.” He said pulling my face in and kissing me.

Star-Crossed (Lexark) Ficlet

“What has gotten into you?” Alicia breathed deeply as they made it back to the house after having to battle a small horde of walkers at the school. “You almost got bit back there.”

Elyza sighed and bent over, resting her hands on her knees, “I just got distracted.”

Alicia stared at her and shook her head, “You never get distracted.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything I guess.” Elyza quickly stood up straight and walked in the front door.

Elyza heard Alicia walking in the door behind her and quickly walked up the stairs and right into the bathroom to take a shower. She knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid Alicia for much longer without raising even more questions.

Elyza got in the shower and let the hot water run over her body as she let her thoughts run wild. It had only been a few months since she had found Alicia and her family, but it felt like she had known the girl forever.

The first time they had kissed on the rooftop flashed into her mind like an old movie. The memory of Alicia’s full lips on her own made goose bumps rise on her overheated skin and she couldn’t help but shiver.

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High Times (Lexark) SMUT

The garage was filled with smoke and three figures sat in a circle laughing at whatever they thought was funny in the moment. “Chris, man you gotta hold it longer than that.” Elyza laughed as Chris coughed up a mouthful of smoke.

“I am.” Chris protested passing the blunt to Alicia.

“Show him how it’s done.” Elyza smiled at her girlfriend as she watched her inhale deeply. “See that lung capacity, one of the many reasons I love her.” Alicia started to laugh and smoke poured from her mouth.

Alicia passed the joint to Elyza who gladly accepted. “The only phallic-style thing I will happily put in my mouth.” Chris coughed without warning and Alicia let out a loud laugh as Elyza inhaled.

Elyza held her breath for a long time before slowly releasing the smoke in rings. “I’ve got a talented mouth.” Elyza smiled at Chris once she had gotten rid of all the smoke. “Just ask Alicia, she knows first hand.” Again, the normally composed Alicia let out a laugh and Chris coughed wildly at the joke.

“Also,” Elyza added as she passed the half-gone blunt to Chris again. “Speaking of hands, she knows mine on a personal level too.” Chris actually laughed this time and took a deep inhale, a determined look on his face as he held his breath and looked at the two girls.

After a few seconds the smoke poured from his mouth and Elyza nodded at him with pride. “That was good junior. You’re getting there.” Chris gave her a smile, not wanting to reveal how much her compliment meant to him.

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An Old Friend: Secret Keeper

They had been on the road for three days and Alicia was feeling worn but she didn’t want to show it. She could tell Elyza was concerned about her and all she wanted to do was prove she was strong. Sonya led the way as they walked out of the city and into a more suburban area.

“You doing okay?” Elyza asked quietly, making sure Sonya was out of earshot.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Alicia said, a little defensively picking up her pace to prove her strength even more.

Sonya looked up at the sky and stopped. “We should make camp for the night. We don’t want to be caught out in the open after dark.” Elyza nodded and looked around.

“Let’s see if we can find an abandoned house to stay in for the night.” Elyza walked over to the neighborhood to their left with Sonya and Alicia following close behind.

“Hanging in there Princess?” Sonya smirked bumping Alicia’s shoulder with her own as she walked passed her. “Do we need to slow down for you?”

Alicia rolled her eyes. Sonya had been making comments to Alicia their entire trip and see had seen her on more than one occasion staring at her when they stopped for a break. The two women didn’t like each other and this trip was not making their relationship any stronger. The only reason they even tolerated each other was because of Elyza.

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Please do something involving Elyza's tongue piercing

The metal touched the tender skin of Alicia’s neck and she shuttered under the touch. Her eyes rolled back uncontrollably as she let herself feel the sensation of the metal stud dragging up her back to her jawline. 

“Told you it was a different feeling.” Alicia could tell Elyza was smiling into her skin as she started to place soft kisses on her warm skin that was turning more hot under Elyza’s talented touch. 

“I-I like it.” Alicia whispered, stuttering slightly as Elyza made another slow line up her neck with the tongue stud leading the way. 

“Just think about how it would feel on more sensitive areas.” Alicia felt her skin burning as Elyza murmured the words into her neck. 

“Anyone could walk in.” Alicia felt her nerves building as they sat on her small bed together. 

“Well, we don’t have a shortage of houses that aren’t occupied around us.” Elyza still had her face buried in Alicia’s neck as she spoke. Her tongue ring flicking out every once in a while to brush Alicia’s skin. 

“How?” Was the only thing Alicia could say as she felt her throat starting to close. It’s not that she didn’t want to be with Elyza, but she wanted it to be special. She wanted to be something more than just sex to Elyza. 

“We can tell everyone we’re going on a supply run. I’ve scouted the houses around here and I may have found one and gotten it ready just in case you wanted to..you know.” Alicia was glad Elyza’s face was still hidden because she was sure her face was bright red as she thought about being really alone with Elyza. 

“Okay, let’s do it.” Alicia heard the words coming out of her mouth as if she had no control over what she was saying. 

Elyza’s head moved quickly away from Alicia’s neck so she could look into her eyes. “You’re sure?” Elyza asked, a look of surprise and happiness on her face. 

Alicia smiled and nodded, “I want to do this…with you.” 

Elyza put her hands on Alicia’s cheeks and gave her a warm smile, “I want you to know that you’re safe with me. No matter what you are always safe with me.” Elyza kissed Alicia’s lips softly and pulled away to look at her again.

“I know. I’ve known that for a long time now.” Alicia smiled and felt herself get lost in the blue eyes she loved so much. 

Elyza and Chris - Serious Question

Chris and Elyza never really had alone time together. So, now that it was only the two of them sitting in the living room Elyza could feel the awkward tension. 

“So, junior when did everyone say they were getting back?” Elyza asked, wondering if she could somehow sneak away from the roof and wait for Alicia.

“They didn’t.” Chris said, his left foot tapping anxiously on the wood floor. “Elyza if I ask you something can you try and be serious?” It seemed like it had almost been painful for him to ask her the question. 

Elyza fought back the urge to say something sarcastic. The kid was really trying to reach out to her and she wanted to try her best to be honest with him. “Sure, ask away.” Elyza responded looking over at a clearly nervous Chris. 

Chris sat up straight and looked down at his feet as he asked, “What’s it like to be in love?” Elyza was a little taken aback by his question but tried to keep her face even.

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Alicia being jealous and taking Elyza somewhere to show her that she belongs to her! Make it SMUTTY!!

:’) forgive me father for i am sin. long-winded, poetic sin.

When they passed the life raft of survivors, they kept going. No one expected a brave blonde to dive overboard and swim aft, climbing on soaking wet and grinning ear to ear. When Strand protested, she pulled a gun, ending the argument. Her eyes met Alicia’s from across the deck- the connection was immediate, magnetic, intimate, familiar. Her gaze wouldn’t leave Alicia’s, and it felt like her sexy smile was meant just for the brunette. She introduced herself as Elyza Lex, resident zombie slayer. While the adults remained wary, Chris and Nick were dumbstruck. Alicia had some competition for the heart of her new lady… Looks like Alicia would have to make her move, and soon.

Elyza finished changing and left her room for dinner when her back thudded into the wall.

Alicia’s hot breath swarmed across her chest, chasing away the chill of the ocean. Hands chased Elyza’s hips, pinning them to the white paneling of the corridor. Alicia’s smile was predatory, and the fire in her emerald eyes left sizzling trails along the sensitive skin of her neck.

Elyza smiled broadly. “You like what I’m wearing?” Her thick, rough Aussie accent made Alicia’s knees weak. She smelled like salt and Alicia’s lilac perfume.

Alicia skimmed her long fingers up the soft cotton of the borrowed v-neck - Alicia’s pastel blue shirt, and white shorts, with a flannel tied around her waist. The way Elyza’s filled out her clothes made Alicia’s blood pound in her ears, her possessiveness growled inside her.

“Keep ‘em.” Alicia swallowed her hunger. She leaned in further until she was centimeters away from Elyza’s teasing smile, and raised her chin, looking down at the blonde.  “I’ll get them back later.” She smirked and released Elyza’s hips, sashaying off towards the dining area. “See you at dinner!” She called over her shoulder.

Elyza exhaled deeply, pressing her lips together. Challenge accepted.

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FTW100 AU ft. Elyza and Alicia

Captian Elyza and her fleet find three lone survivors, Alicia, Gustus and Aden, in the infected lands on their way to sanctuary. 


Captain, we don’t have room for them and you know it” Shaun muttered from behind her. His tone was impatient and he made no attempt to hide his displeasure at their presence. 

Elyza ignored him and stepped forward examining the three people before her. She knew he was right but there was something about the girl standing before her.  

She was tall and thin, her soft hair falling in wavy tendrils down the side of one shoulder.  She looked scared but she swallowed, set her jaw and met Elyza’s eyes with her own steely blue ones. There was something about her eyes…. Elyza found herself unable to look away as she was struck with a sadness that extended beyond this world.  Those soft eyes bore deep into her soul and tugged at something that seemed long forgotten. 

Elyza’s breath caught in her chest and she realized she had been staring.  She blinked and cleared her throat, looking away. She instead, turned her attention to the man standing a few feet to her left. He was easily two feet taller than her and the tattered bloody shirt he was wearing did little to hid his muscles. 

“This one looks like he may be of some use. How many did you say you saw him kill Anya?” She turned to address the woman standing beside her. 

“Seven Captain. And those were only the ones I saw for myself.” Anya replied as she too stared up at the man with a calculating look. 

“Seven…” Clarke repeated to herself. 

“In hand to hand combat no less” Anya supplied helpfully. 

Elyza raised her eyebrow and turned to look at Anya, who gave her a small nod. Elyza could tell Anya was impressed against her will and would support her, should she invite them into the fleet. Elyza turned her attention back to the man towering before them.

“Who are you and what do you know?” she asked. 

“I am Gustus. This is my son, Aden” He answered as he laid a large hand on the shoulder of the boy next to him. Elyza spared him a glance. He was tall and thin as well with a mess of dirty blonde hair and freckles. He looked impish, and managed to smile at up at her with a though a gleam in his eye even though he himself looked a little battered. 

“And this is Alicia, my niece” He continued gesturing to the girl on his left. 

“We are all that’s left. Three days ago we were packing our stuff to get out when the sirens sounded and shorty after… the missiles hit. We thought it was over when the dust started to settle, then they came. The-they attacked my wife before I could stop them and we’ve been fighting for our lives since” 

Elyza stood there listening as he spoke. His story was all too familiar to her ears. She considered him, then looked to Aden and Alicia, careful to avoid her eyes. She considered them for a moment then made her decision and spoke, addressing her company behind her.

“You heard him! There is nothing here.” Elyza turned to the group of people who had been standing behind her awaiting orders. She addressed the boy standing at parade rest to her right “Miller, we’ll push forward. Send the Blakes to scout our path and tell the rest to salvage what they can. Tell Reyes she has 3 hours to fix that engine or we leave the jeep behind. We move before night falls or-.” 

“And what of them Captain?” Shaun pushed forward and gesturing toward Gustus and his family. 

“You know we can’t just pick up everyone, they’ll only slow us down. Maybe he can fight but look at those other two, they’ll only get in the way.” Shaun continued in annoyance.

Elyza raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Gustus

“You said yourself Shaun, he can fight. And you know our rules; he can bring a second.” She replied in a calm matter of fact tone.

Shaun looked incredulous, but with considerable effort kept his tone in check. 

“Fine, so he can choose one and we’ll leave the other” He turned to Gustus and snorted. 

“So choose. Which one of the kiddies are you going to drag along with us?”

Gustus glared at him and took a step forward, causing Shaun to take several steps back. 

“I will not choose.” He turned to Elyza and calmly continued. 

“I appreciate your offer but I wont leave either of them. We’ve fought this long and can keep pushing East. We’ll figure it out.”

“There’s nothing there, you and your family wont survive another three days on your own” Elyza replied softly. 

“I will not choose” Gustus repeated. 

“There, see? He’s chosen not to come with us. Captian, we need to get going” Shaun spoke as he turned to leave.

Elyza opened her mouth to implore Gustus to see reason, when Anya spoke up instead.

“The girl can be my second” 

Elyza turned to her, surprised at the offer. 

“Anya… you’re sure? What about-”

Anya cut her off.

“I’m sure.  It has been too long. If we were going to find anyone, we would have found them by now” 

Elyza stared at Anya who failed to meet her eyes. She stared at Alicia, who looked confused, though pleased that they may be staying after all.

“Captain she can’t! You can’t-” Shaun began but he faltered at the look Elyza shot him

“Are you telling me what i can and can not do Shaun?” Her voice was low and even. Shaun wilted at the look she gave him and gulped. 

“Er no Captain, I wouldn’t do that” he muttered and he cast his eyes down. 

“Then it’s settled. Gustus?” Elyza addressed him making sure to catch his eye.

“Aden is your responsibility alone. No one here will protect him, nor will we slow our progress for anyone for any reason.” 

Gustus remained silent but gave Elyza a solemn nod of understanding.

“And no one will protect you” Shaun sneered at Alicia. She stepped forward her fist clenched at her side “I don’t need pr- 

I will” Anya spoke up again for the first time. 

Shaun turned to her and continued in a clipped tone

“Then she better not get in our way. You train her, You protect her and when she gets infected; you kill her.” With a last contemptuous glance at Alicia he stormed off. 

“He’s got a big heart, that one” Aden piped up from where he had been standing behind Anya. 

“Thanks Anya”  he said as he reached out to shake her hand. 

Anya raised an eyebrow and reluctantly smiled down at him “Don’t mention it kid” and grasped his hand in hers.