#lads captain jenna

[unlight-of-day]

wait captain jenna and xavier know each other? 🤨 what’s so special about the mc that she’s ordering him to protect her?

what do they know that we don’t?

[zhenne]

What Pokémon would the LaDS boys have for a partner/companion? + some (poor) artistic renditions.

disclaimer! are there some random mythical pokemon thrown in? yes. do i give a shit? absolutely not. this is my canon.

Xavier

- he found it (it found him) and it wouldn’t stop following him, so he took it in. I’m feeling psychic typing for him. espurr. (he secretly adores it). bonus point: cue the silent resignation when someone tells him “oh, it kinda looks like you”☺️ xavier’s literal reaction: 😟

you can’t tell me you don’t see the resemblance

Zayne

- chien-pao. he came across it while in the arctic. it had been injured and he tended to it throughout the duration of his trip. by the time it came for him to return home, the chien-pao refused to leave his side.

- not much of a battler, so he had no need for a party. there are several that stick around his home that he occasionally feeds.

- 10/10 ancient beast

(is this technically size accurate? no. do i really give a shit? also no. I didn’t feel like drawing a massive beast atm but you see my vision)

Rafayel

- chi-yu. fire fish (x2). another mythological pokemon, BUT i feel this one is especially fitting considering they’re both from ancient times.

(pls ignore the quality of this one—I was getting lazy and wanted to gouge my eyes out by this point)

Sylus

- I would’ve said corviknight but that mf is like 7’ tall. so I’m giving him a fighting type: lucario.

- pictured: training day—i gave lucario ear protection bc sylus would be a responsible trainer🙂‍↕️

bonus!

Caleb

- hmm. something basic, unassuming. a flying type for sure. pidgeot. very boy-next-door coded. (but also lowk evil hehehe i have so many headcanons for this one)

Luke & Kieran

- these two little shits would have pokemon that were equally up to no good as they were. marshadow & dusknoir. (I know marshadow is technically a mythological pokemon, BUT look at that fucker).

- idk i just like the concept of one having a giant of a beast + the other having the vessel of soulless eyes, it makes me giggle

Capt. Jenna

- arcanine. she’s so officer jenny coded idc what anyone says. ALSO i am a buff!jenna believer, I genuinely will not tolerate anything else. she’s pretty, she’s buff, she’s powerful <3

if you actually made it all the way to the bottom, pls know i love you. also. if you’re as obsessed with pkm and lads as i am, SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS WITH ME !!!?? i will love you forever.

mwah <3

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

The Hunter, a baby and the unexpected forming of family in unlikely places

Summary:

Hunter Lyssa Williams finds a baby abandoned outside her apartment complex. The 24-year-old is way over her head and does not know the first thing about looking after a tiny human. However, as the saying goes, 'it takes a village to raise a child' and in her case a group of unlikely men come along for the ride.

Genres: Slice of life, comfort, eventual relationships, eventual romance, enemies to friends, frenemies, fluff...

Word count: 2772 words

Eventual Relationships: Xavier/MC/Rafayel

Zayne/Sylus/Lyssa

Chapter One: The Introduction to It All

It was one of the worst days of her life. Work was hell having to battle high level wanderers—just thinking about it made the cut on her arm burn. Then Tara and her bestie could not shut up about their last shipping escapade.

Their captain was in one of her moods as well, despite the woman trying to mask it well, Lyssa always had a way of picking up the slightest twinge of facial muscle and body language that speaks otherwise. Then finally her motorcycle refused to work, keeping her stranded in Linkon city.

“This day couldn’t get any worse than what it already is.”

Like a preferable middle finger sent her way from the Deep space tunnel, the sky opened sending a heavy shower of rain. The biggest fuck you were shouted to the sky as she stormed off, ignoring the shell-shocked looks from a few co-workers that exited the building at that moment.

Lyssa disliked the busy city life and only ventured in it due to working for the Hunter’s Association and its necessities that she couldn’t get from her home that was located on the outskirts of the city before it crossed over to the N109 zone.

The scowl on her face deepened knowing that her only option now was having to use the apartment she had on standby for emergencies.

Cursing profanities under her breath she continued along, too angry to care about the rain soaking her clothes and temporarily obstructing her vision.

Within fifteen minutes the doors of the apartment building came into view, and she hurried along, shaking the water from her hair as she finally took shelter. Lyssa sighed, leaning against the wall and willed herself to start her deep breathing exercises recommended by her therapist whenever she felt overwhelmed.

It took a while, but she came back to herself as her breathing regulated. The hunter slowly made her way to the door when her hearing picked up on soft whimpers and the rustling of fabric.

Years of training sharpened her senses, and her eyes zoned onto a few boxes that were left out. At first, she thought maybe it was a trick of her ears until the whimpering became a little louder. Moving forward she squatted and inspected the boxes.

Stuffed to the back of the wall was a box of medium size, slightly opened. Lyssa was expecting a puppy or maybe a kitten, the shock of finding a baby blew her mind out of the water.

Like who the hell leaves a baby in a fucking box, outside a building were anyone could either steal it, kick it or heavens forbid, the garbage disposal unit fetches it away unknown to anyone. There were orphanages for crying out loud, child protective services… just why? Why?

Wasting no time, she scooped up the box, punched in the building’s security code and raced to get to her apartment. The child needed to get warm and fed. Oh God! How long were they in the dam box?

The whimpering stopped and Lyssa panicked, peeping inside to make sure the child was still breathing. She let out a relieved sigh at the steady rise and fall of the child's chest. Only a few minutes ago she was angry at being stranded in the city and now was appreciative of the inconvenience.

She refused to let her mind think of what if. As the hunter entered her apartment, she knew making decisions on what next raised her anxiety, and so she needed a second opinion. It was time to call an old acquaintance.

“The number you’ve dialed in currently unavailable. Hang up and try again or leave a message after the beep.”

This was the third day in a row they were unsuccessful in getting on to Lyssa. Dr. Zayne looked at his phone as the call disconnected once again. A week ago, his colleague Dr. Waverly came to him in concern that one of his patient Lyssa Williams missed a very important appointment which was unusual for the young woman to do; there was no call, no correspondence.

Why the doctor told him this left him a bit puzzled. Zayne and Lyssa—even though they have been acquainted with each other for a few years—rarely spoke to each other and sometimes on visiting the hospital she would exchange pleasantries and nothing more.

Dr. Waverly stated that Lyssa did not have a next of kin or emergency contact listed on her record, making it difficult to make any contact. Even her place of employment hasn’t seen the young woman for the same duration and being unable to make contact. Dr. Waverly came to him with hope that might find a way to contact the woman.

The light rapping on his door brought the doctor from his thoughts. Looking up his gaze met his friend and patient Jasmin.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. I can always come back.”

Zayne cleared his throat “No. That won’t be necessary, you are scheduled for a checkup, and it would be counterproductive if you rescheduled.”

Jasmin entered the room taking a seat. She was about to speak again when her eyes landed on the file on Zayne’s table, recognizing her co-worker’s face even though it was upside down.

“Have you gotten on to her?”

Zayne took a moment to understand who Jasmin was referring to. He looked at the file once more before closing it.

“I take it no one has been successful on your end?”

“No and it is concerning. Lyssa is not one to go AWOL. As much as she complains about hating having to work in the city, she is always present. I swear her attendance is almost perfect, works even when sick but this sudden disappearance is so unlike her.”

“Has no one taken the initiative to visit her home, to see if she is there?”

Jasmine huffed “Tara and I have but the only problem with that plan is no one knows where she lives. The address in the Hunter database is fake. She was so crafty about it, using an address that wouldn’t be suspicious if you don’t know what you’re looking for. I went to it to find a bakery.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow. He never realized that Lyssa was such a private person that she would lie about where she lived.

“I even went to our Captain, but she said Lyssa was away on a mission which I don't believe. I just hope she’s alright.”

The good doctor couldn’t help but nod in agreement, yet he felt he was missing something. “If you don’t mind, can you give me that address.”

A week and change ago

“At this point I should stop being surprised every time I get a call from you. Yet again, the only time you do call is when you’re in a predicament. So, what is it this time?”

Lyssa groaned in exasperation, her nerves were already in a state of turmoil and this jackass wasn’t helping “Dox now is not the time. You have experience with babies, right?”

The voice on the other line went silent “What the fuck did you do this time? You pregnant or something? Dam Lyssa, I know we haven’t spoken in a while but the last thing I expected was you popping out kids. Wait didn’t your doctor say that doing that would--”

“WOULD YOU STOP TALKING! IT’S NOT MINE! I NEED YOUR HELP CAUSE I’M WAY OVER MY HEAD HERE.”

The child in her hand squirmed before letting out an ear-piercing scream. Lyssa dropped the phone in surprise, hearing it clatter to the floor but did not try to pick it up, her focus entirely on calming the crying infant.

“Shh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout but I have no idea what I’m doing. Shh… it’s alright.”

“YO LYSSA! PICK UP THE PHONE AND PUT ON YOUR CAMERA.”

She glanced down, hearing Dox shouting and carefully retrieved the phone.

“I have you on speaker give me a minute to boost up the computer and switch the call over to that device.”

Lyssa did that quickly while simultaneously rocking the now fretting child. The exasperated expression of Dox popped on; his eyes swept over her person before landing on the child in her arms. He grinned like the cat that caught the canary.

“Well, well, well. Child theft is a new low even for you Dove.”

“I called for your assistance not your judgment and if you must know, I found them outside my apartment building, abandoned and left in a box. What was I to do? Leave them there?”

The cheerful look in Dox’s eyes left almost instantly “In a box? Don’t people know about orphanages or child services—whom you should have contacted. Why are you taking on this responsibility Lyssa?”

“My thoughts exactly. Why I haven’t called them is because I don’t want to. Have you forgotten my own experience or Alexandra’s or what about Rose?”

“That was years ago, the system has improved, you know this.”

“I don’t care. I refuse to let this child go through even a smidge of what we experienced and the thought of any organization raising a child sickens me.”

“Your bleeding heart is raising its head. Here I thought you locked away these emotions.”

“You are such a jackass Dox.”

Dox laughed “The jackass you called for help. Anyway, you should come to my place. I have tons of space, and the gang will be happy to see you again.”

“I refuse to come to the N109 zone. I think you’ve forgotten who I’m employed with.”

“Something you shouldn’t have done but I guess at the time you didn’t have much of a choice but be honest, is there really anything holding you back from quitting?”

“Not really,” she said without hesitation “But I don’t want to right now.”

Dox groaned “Girl, it’s not like you have to work. You got a shit ton of money than most people left by—”

Lyssa hissed angrily, being careful not to wake the child that fell back asleep “which I will not touch.”

“Lyssa, we spoke about this already. The money is yours. You deserve it after what happened. If you’re going to keep and raise the child which I know you will, your hunter salary wouldn’t last. Looking from here, they don’t look older than 5 months and you can’t return to work unless you hire a nanny which I advise against.”

Lyssa scowled “I hate when you’re right.”

“Saved you tons of headaches over the years because I’m mostly always right. Now, take my advice like the cute Dove you are and tell me what you want for dinner, Rose and I will be there in under an hour with some things for you and the kid.”

“I really need a crochet hook and wool of every color. This apartment doesn’t have any of my supplies and I feel out of place without seeing wool around the house.”

“You are such a granny.”

“Fuck you, Dox.”

“Sorry Dove, I am spoken for but thanks for thinking of me in that light.”

“Eww. Get off my computer. I’ll see you in an hour.”

True to his word, Dox arrived just under an hour, hands filled with bags of all sizes. Rose followed behind with several boxes.

“Where’s the wee babe. Let me get a good look at ‘em,” Rose asked excitedly. She was a petite woman, three years older than Lyssa, with red curly hair and soft features.

“That babe is sleeping so please don’t wake them.”

Dox snorted “Relax Dove. Rose is a baby expert; she is a Pediatric nurse after all.”

It was at that moment that Lyssa noticed Roses’ medical bag.

Rose gave her a reassured smile “Get something to eat, you look like you haven’t eaten all day and for the love of sake get out of that Hunter uniform.”

Dox gently pushed Lyssa to the direction of her room “You heard the nurse, get going, I’ll dish out dinner.”

Thanking them she did as was instructed. The warm water did wonders for her aching muscles and as she stood under the shower, a list of things that she had to take care of rushed through her mind.

Dox was right, she couldn’t rely on her hunter’s salary alone and speaking of work, being a Hunter wasn’t a safe career if she was going to be raising a child. She would have to request time off. Lyssa didn’t think it was smart to just up and resign, it would raise suspicion which she didn’t want.

She would have to call Captain Jenna in the morning. Next would be getting a crib and stocking up on formula and baby items. Then there is also the issue of making sure the child is not found out by Child services which shouldn’t be an issue with Alexandra and Dox involved.

Then there is her upcoming doctor’s appointment with Doctor Waverly which she would have to miss. Dam, it’s only been a few hours and already her whole life was being reshuffled.

Stepping out the shower, she hurried to get dressed and rejoin the others not wanting to keep them waiting.

When she stepped into the living room, Rose was in the process of putting a new outfit on the baby, cooing and looking excited.

Not too far from the couch stood a crib and a baby swing. Then on the center table had a pile of clothing, diapers, wipes, some books and other baby things.

“Lyssa come join me. Dox is in the kitchen putting away the bottles and formula.”

“When he said he was bringing a few things I wasn’t expecting all this. Saves me the hassle of getting them myself. Thank you.”

“None of that, we weren’t going to leave you headless about this. I think what you’ve chosen to do is admirable, and I agree with your decision to raise this child. Now, you will be pleased to know that apart from a few diaper rashes, she is a healthy baby. Dox wasn’t off about her age either; she is five months old. Poor thing being left alone the way she was.”

Lyssa sat down and observed the way Rose clothes the child. The delicate movements and soft touches. It was a relief knowing the baby's gender since it will help with research.

“To be honest I wasn’t sure whether or not you guys would help, after all, I stay away.”

Rose raised a brow “We know your personality. We know you little one. Even though you act like you’re better off alone, we’ll always offer a helping hand despite you being a stubborn arse.”

That made Lyssa laugh “Thank you regardless.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s leave this other little one to sleep since I’ve given her a feed and we can move this conversation to the kitchen. Dox and I have a few things to discuss with you.”

Present day

Lyssa rouse from her nap at the sound of rapping on her door. The night before little Ella refused to sleep, extremely fussy and did not want to be put in her crib. The little girl was now puckered out, fast asleep on her chest, fist clutching the shirt she wore.

The rapping persisted and Lyssa had a good mind to ignore whoever was at the door. All she wanted to do was sleep. Sleep deprivation was no joke.

Carefully putting the babe to her shoulder, one hand on her back and the other supporting her bottom, she slowly got up and walked to the door.

Blame it on her state of tiredness because she opened the door without checking the peephole.

“I guess I should be relieved that you’re alive, but this was the last thing I expected.”

All traces of sleepiness left her body at the voice of Doctor Zayne. If he found her it means that Doctor Waverly will find out and Jasmin, who will then tell Tara who will tell everyone at the Association, and they will get up in her business. She should have returned home when Dox offered to.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. I’m sure you have your reasons for disappearing.”

Lyssa groaned at the absurdness of it all “How the hell did you find my apartment?”

“Jasmin gave me the address from your workplace and your Captain helped with the rest.”

Cursing, she turned and told him to get inside. The day was starting and already turning out to be a pain. She really didn’t want to talk to Doctor Zayne.

A/N: A new chapter will be out every weekend, on Sundays. If you wish to read it on my AO3 account, here's the link.

[atimefordragons]

MC, answering the phone: Talk dirty to me. Captain Jenna: This is Captain Jenna speaking. MC: I am so sorry ma'am! I thought it was someone else.

[supvoid]

Love & Deepspace Chapter 4: Under Twilight Part 2

[rafayel-fishie-moving]

🫧 Gaaaah, the LNDs roleplaying community keeps getting bigger and it’s seriously too good.

Now — Let’s give a warm welcome to the one who keeps UNICORNS in tip-top shape, the best! Captain Jenna! @unicorns-captain

Thank you, Captain, for all your amazing work thus far. 🙏

Be sure to check her blog out, follow and have fun!

Pspsps @taraandtarot, how we feeling? 🤭

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Safe and Sound.....Kinda" pt. 1

You went M.I.A and the LADS Men are stressed!

Zayne

MC: Lets get dinner when I get back from this three day mission Zayne: Im not sure whether you're brave or idiotic MC: What do you mean? Zayne: A hunter with ample heart issues agreeing to go on a three day excursion its risky MC: I'll be fine besides I have you to take care of me Dr. Zayne Zayne: How many of you are going on this mission MC: There's eight of us in total and I'm partnered with Tara

Two days have passed since Zayne spoke to you. Just one more day and he'll see your pretty face again. He smiled to himself "How childish" he mumbled to himself as his leg bounced with anticipation of seeing you soon. Just then his work phone rang "Dr. Zayne speaking"

"Dr. Zayne we need you in the ER stat" Yvonne's voice was much more stern compared to her soft easy going tone. This was serious. He stood quickly moving around his desk; throwing on his white coat not missing a beat as he made his way to the ER.

"Give me a rundown of the situation" Zayne said as Grayson jogged the catch up with him. "We have seven patients, two unconscious, and all severely injured, the hunters association told us they were on a mission that went wrong a frenzy of wanderers appeared through a rift"

Time seemed to slow as Zayne's mind swam through the possibilities that this could be for squadron. "Give me the names"

"Ceila 21, Terrance 24, Mico 21, Tara-"

"Tara? is MC among these patients?" If looks could turn someone to stone Grayson would be a statue in the courtyard by now. He quickly flipped through the pages on the clipboard searching for your name. "I don't see her name here"

"You said there were seven ... is someone missing?" Zayne asked as he could feel his blood pressure rising.

"Zayne!" Someone was calling his name. "Zayne!" The voice was coming from a pale woman with short brown hair. She had lacerations scattered across her body; her torn uniform hanging on by a thread. She was covered in bruises and was about to pass out from blood loss any minute. "You have to help her..."

"Help who?"

"MC ... she's still ... she's still fighting ....... alone .......... you have to find her" Time seemed to slow as reality set in. MC was alone with the wanderers who did this to her team. All the oxygen left Zayne's body in an instant.

"Dr. Zayne they're calling for you in the operating room" Yvonne yelled snapping Zayne out of his mental spiral. "Right, right tell them I'm on my way"

Your profile was flagged as M.I.A. after that day no one knew where you were

Three days.....

Five days.....

One week....

One week three days twenty seven minutes....

Time ticked by slowly tormenting Zayne. He couldn't sleep and his appetite was non existent. Dark shadows formed under his eyes from his late nights going out and searching for you. "Where did you go?" He dropped his head in his hands trying to control his emotions. Just then an unknown number flashed across his phone screen.

"Hello?"

???: Hello, this is Jenna I'm MCs Captain you are listed in her file as an emergency contact. I'm just calling to let you know that we found her, but she's unresponsive. She's being transported to Akso Hospital now......she has a faint pulse.

Zayne dropped his phone and booked it out the door heading straight for the hospital. You were battered, bruised, and bloody but you were breathing and that was enough for Zayne. You had to be put in a medically induced coma so he and the other doctors could stabilize you.

Zayne stayed by your side adjusting your pillows, checking you vitals, and settling into his nightly position sitting bedside with his head in your lap. Rubbing small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as you lay there motionless. Slow steady breaths with nothing but the sound of the heart monitor melodically singing in the otherwise silent room. He'd wait as long as it would take for you to wake up. You have to wake up.

Rafayel

You were supposed to be back two days ago. Rafayel was losing his mind. "She has twelve hours to contact me before I burn the hunter association headquarters to the ground" he seethed through gritted teeth.

Thomas stood back as Rafayel's anger was radiating off him in waves. He could almost feel the heat of his evol burning his skin.

Next day...

"Are you even looking for her?" Rafayel yelled in Jennas face.

"You're not the only one worried about her sir she's M.I.A. with a damaged hunters watch we're having trouble getting a lock on her coordinates" Jenna smoothed her skirt as she stood from her desk to size up Rafayel. "If you have any suggestion I'm all ears"

"Find her or you can say goodbye to this entire organization"

"Is that a threat?" Jenna stood tall under Rafayel's searing gaze anyone else would have cowered away.

"Its a promise"

One week later...

There's a loud bang on the door of Rafayel's art studio. The sudden noise startled him. "Raf....." The softest voice came from the other side just as he could hear the person sliding down the door and the soft thud of them hitting the ground.

He rushed to the door recognizing your voice. "MC!" You fell backwards as he opened the door. He managed to catch you under you arms. "What happened? Where were you? Don't tell me this is your blood" A blood trail tracked the path you took he could tell you'd fell a few times just trying to get to the door. Blood was smeared down the door and was now slowly pooling underneath the two of you.

"I was so badass" You smiled as you looked up at his blurry face going in and out of focus. "This is not the time for jokes" Your eyelids were so heavy. You tried to respond, but your words came out slow and slurred. "I just....wanted.......to see...........you.....before I.........died" Your head fell back as you passed out from blood loss.

Rafayel scooped up your bloody body and rushed out the door trying not to slip. You were dead weight and your breaths were shallow he knew he didn't have any time to waste. He ran with you in his arms to the nearest hospital begging for help as he fell to his knees with you in his arms.

Like I said safe and sound....kinda.

Xavier & Sylus here ♡

[seoliee]

Married with the LaD Men

Yeah I can't think of a title for this one.

These are just my headcanons on what they would be like as a partner for life. Enjoy!

Oh and no Caleb in this one. Sorry :<

Have you ever wondered what it's like being married to them?

Word Count: 1.5k words

— XAVIER : Adorably Clumsy

• Xavier just got back from a 3 day mission when he was stopped by Captain Jenna herself. At first he thought that perhaps she's about to give him another mission and was ready to decline it, but the thought was quickly demolished when she informed him that you had gotten sick and ordered to stay at home since a day ago.

• Xavier who accidentally slams the bedroom door open and woken you up from your peaceful slumber. You wanted to smack him, but was unable to do so as your body was still far too weak.

• Xavier who gazed down at you with worry, placing a kiss on your forehead and head out of the room.

• Xavier came back holding a tray in his hands. "I made you something." His words were more than enough to send a chill down your spine and force you awake once again.

• Xavier who helped you sit up and sets down a steaming bowl of porridge with chopped chives on top. You looked down on the seemingly normal looking food then went up to look at his innocent and angelic face that waits for you to take a bite. It almost felt like a criminal offense to decline his goodwill.

• Xavier who's face turns into worry as your face almost went stone like after taking one spoonful of the porridge he made. "It's not good... isn't it?" He asks, almost deflated. You on the other hand, shook your head for a 'no' as you felt guilty seeing that he went through the effort of cooking despite not even being out of his hunter uniform yet. So you tried your best to swallow it down despite the salty taste. You were about to take another bite when he took the spoon and bowl away from you. "You don't have to force yourself, Love. You might get even more sick."

• Xavier sets down a plate with four no crusts sandwiches, replacing the salty concoction he made. "I made custard cream sandwiches. Hope you like them more." He sees the twinkle in your eyes upon seeing the sandwiches and watched with great adoration as you gobbled up one piece in no time. It's great to know you have an appetite.

• Xavier who's face becomes mildly pale when you asked about the state of the kitchen. "I'll.. clean it afterwards..." That was all the answer you needed to know. Confirming your hunches that the kitchen is in ruins.

— ZAYNE : Signs

• Zayne although, not an expert in the field, have seen certain signs that peaked his attention. Recently, you've been asking him to buy certain types of sour and sweet treats. You, having a sweet tooth is not new to him, but having a particular taste for sour treats is one.

• Zayne who watches you combine a kiwi fruit with a slab of peanut butter on top and ate it with a delightful expression. He continues to watch as you repeat the process and practically devour half of the kiwi pack and empty the peanut butter jar in half. You finally noticed him, and offer one which he merely shook his head for a no and continues to read his book, still giving you side glances from time to time.

• Zayne who noticed you were beginning to become quite sluggish. Often, refusing to get up from the bed to declining his proposals of going out on a date during his time off. It was all too strange to him as you would usually be always on your feet and is the one who always bugs him to go out despite his busy work schedule.

• Zayne while even at work, his thoughts were filled of you and your strange behavior. A nurse came in to deliver the documents of his patients for the day, and did some small talk with him while gathering the results he have finished to make. He doesn't usually entertain such things in a workspace, but the topic of a fellow nurse's pregnancy caught his attention.

• Zayne asked the nurse about certain signs, but not disclosing it was from you. A flicker of emotion appears in his eyes before returning back to normal as the nurse confirmed that it might be a sign of pregnancy, but added that it would be wiser to take a test.

• Zayne admits to himself that he has hunches that your strange behaviors might be exhibiting signs that you are indeed pregnant. Considering that after being married, the two of you were rather active. He merely needed one more confirmation from a second party about the signs before proceeding to visit a pharmacy on the way back from his lunch break to buy a test.

• Zayne who had come home after a busy day of work. He sees you slouched down on the couch, eating a tub of ice cream. You looked up at him, holding a spoon on your mouth and greeted him with a smile. "Welcome home, honey~"

• Zayne sets down the paper bag with a thud on top of the coffee table and sat down beside her. He places a hand on the exposed part of your thigh and looks at you with the most serious face he ever shown you. You were confused and already forgotten about the ice cream, asking him if something is wrong. After quite some time, he finally told you. "I think you're pregnant." He hands you a pregnancy test box, you took it despite being dumbfounded.

• Zayne who's eyes were slightly wide open upon hearing your next words. "But.. I just got my period..." His lips were parted, now the one who looks so puzzled. He brings up your strange behaviors in which you replied with a laugh. "Oh I see. Sometimes I become like that whenever my period is near."

• Zayne who somewhat felt down and didn't noticed that you reached out to the paper bag and took out its contents. Your eyes softened upon seeing books about pregnancy, taking care of a baby, and parenting. The books were then snatched from you, switching your attention back to him who tried his best to hide his flustered expression with a cough. You thought that he must've felt excited about you being pregnant and had bought these despite not being confirmed yet. You felt bad, and leaned closer to him. "You know that we have all the time in world to try again, right?" Your voice and words was enough to soothe his initial disappointment as a smile finally curls up to his lips. "You're right."

"You know! I heard that doing it while on period has the highest ch—"

"Don't even continue it."

— RAFAYEL : Serene Canvas

• Rafayel who proposed the idea of them spending their valuable time off in doing some painting. Saying that being productive is better than lounging around. You, on the other hand, had no qualms about painting, but not exactly confident with it either.

• Rafayel who already painted a beautiful scenery as the background of his painting while you, have just finished painting the sky and a little bit of nick nacks on the bottom.

• Rafayel who peaked at your painting, and proceeds to say. "Amazing, Amore. Those clouds look like soft marshmallows and the trees are.. um.. uniquely abstract." You, looked at him with the most blank face you could muster and say. "Those trees are supposed to be people..."

• Rafayel who's face goes blank, looking back at the painting, analyzing the 'trees' once more. He could've sworn those looked more like what he described. He looked back at you, taking in the way your hair cascaded your face and looking upset despite trying hard not to.

• Rafayel comes up with a solution and says. "Anyways.. you're doing an amazing job, Amore. Who knew you'd have an artistic side." You, only scowled at him, and out of spite points the red dipped bristles of the paintbrush on his cheek and made a one clean stroke.

• Rafayel blinks in bewilderment, feeling the wet bristles brush against his skin and the red paint trickling down. Soon, you snorted, soon a wholehearted laugh came. The initial annoyance you felt dissipated.

• Rafayel who cannot help, but share a warm chuckle as he gazes down at you with the most softened eyes ever. Though, the little bit of mischief in them is visible. He dipped his paintbrush, and then proceeds to make a clean stroke of blue on your cheek, making you yelp in surprise at the cold sensation. His thin lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Now, we're even."

• Rafayel who laughs wholeheartedly as both of you take playful jabs of paintbrush towards each other, and practically covering yourselves in paint. While you were trying to reach your paintbrush at him, the stool you've been sitting on went out balance and knock yourself off of it, dragging him with you down on the floor.

• Rafayel who still laughs despite the mess that both of you made on his study. His tall and broad frame hovers above you, gazing at you with love filled eyes. He intertwines his hand with yours, a teasing smirk curls up to his lips. "I think that's enough painting for now..."

"I'd like to explore the canvas underneath me more."

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Original Fiction Ask Meme

6. Are there particular authors/artists you feel have influenced your work?

*deep breath* this is not an exhaustive list but

Jenna Moran, China Mieville, Diana Wynne Jones, Terry Pratchett, K. A. Applegate, Mark Z Danielewski, ... Andrew Hussie, reading way too many SCP Foundation articles at a young impressionable age

Like I have a lot more favourite authors, but these ones are the ones that shaped a lot of my writing opinions, worldview and/or writing style, I could expand on each one but generally my writing style and what these authors have influenced me-

I'm aiming for weird, whimsical, amusing to me, horrifying at times... and kind.

Don't know if I succeed but hey that's the aim

8. Do you work in a linear way or do you skip around?

Writing wise, mostly linear. It's inefficient but I think I just... feel better knowing that I've laid the groundwork for what I'm doing

Like I test-wrote the scene about the witch protagonist meeting the rest of the boat lads, and then now that I'm actually hitting that scene, I'm taking bits of the test-scene but making different decisions because some of the assumptions I had didn't hold up when I actually got there

14. What’s your favorite thing you’ve written so far?

Honestly I like reading my work because I write the stuff I want to read, but I really like the poem The Wires

in terms of prose, at the moment I'm really happy about Aphrodite on the Shore of Cythera the weird nautical horror short story about consensual vivisection and naval officers but mostly because that's the thing I've finished most recently.

There's an older short story I wrote for uni about a princess who turns into a bird monster that's pretty sweet too and I got full marks for that assignment lol

In terms of fanfic it's either the minecraft youtuber fanfic that ends in melancholy decapitation and eldritch gods eating timelines, or the tabletop rpg fanfic involving the canonical event of ronald reagan being shot with a flaming bullet (and also has an attempt at smut but not involving that president)

24. How would you feel if people started writing fanfiction about your story?

i would die of happiness about any fanwork whatsoever

my boyfriend is like "what if people write fanfic shipping the wrong pairings like the witch and the captain" and i'm like "dude i don't care because holy shit it's still cool"

i mean it's a bit of a silly dream that might not happen but damn, the idea of having a fandom for a work and entertaining people with your own stuff and influencing them enough to do that, that's amazing

30. What do you want your readers to come away with when they’ve finished reading your story?

I... don't really want to say that I want people to definitely come away with something, because I think it's subjective. Like yeah I have a lot of intentions when it comes to writing, and SbS has a lot of themes that I've actively thinking about when writing it

but the themes are kinda more for me, and whatever a reader would take away from SbS is not necessarily what I intend

Mostly if people actually read it I want them to have fun, I guess! Or if they didn't like it I hope they bowed out early enough to not have their time wasted!

[ktrsss1fics]

Spurs are 8 points ahead of Chelsea in the premier league table. I can imagine fergie being in her element with this. Things might be a might rubbish for her but at least her team are doing fab lol 😂

“Georgina is about five minutes out,” Britt called from behind the pitcher of sangria Jenna had just finished making.

It was game night at Niall’s and the whole gang had shown up. Tonight’s activities included a Scene It tournament. Harry Potter, Friends, Music, you name it, Niall bought it. They hadn’t had a game night in quite some time so he made sure to go all out for its resurrection.

“Alright, attention,” David said from the living room. “No one is to mention the fact that Spurs are currently ahead of Chelsea. Ferg already has a big enough head. We don’t need her bragging about it.”

“Let the girl have some fun,” Mags said curling up on the couch. “It’s just football.”

“You watch your mouth, Margaret,” Jamie said scooting up next to her.

“Just football,” Keith rolled his eyes.

“The Hen House might need to have their own game night,” David said stretching out on the floor.

“Then we can talk shit about you lads all we want,” Brittany mumbled sitting down beside him.

“Just because Spurs are ahead of ya doesn’t mean you get to be twats towards her,” Jenna said. “She lets you lot gloat all you want.”

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door.

“Davey, can you get the game set up?” Niall asked throwing him the remote.

“Ay, ay captain.” David nodded as he stood up.

Niall quickly made his way toward the door. A tired version of his girlfriend was standing with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a box of fresh donuts.

“Hey babe,” Niall said quickly stealing a kiss.

Georgina sighed, “Niall Horan, I need a nap.”

“Sangria is already made and your chair is free.” He smiled grabbing the box of donuts from her hands.

“Fuck, I love you.” She said letting out a tired laugh. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“We were just getting set up. Boys versus girls tonight.”

“They didn’t want us to win again?” She smirked.

Niall laughed, “They still think we are cheaters.”

“Fucking wankers.” She mumbled. “Where’s my baby?”

“Sleeping next to Uncle Keith,” Niall said as they made their way toward the living room.

“How dare she,” Georgina said as she found Scout snoring on the couch.

“I tried to tell her you’d be mad.” Keith smiled. “Sorry babes.”

“Whatever Miller.” Georgina shook her head. “Where am I sitting?”

“Your throne, milady.” Brittany pointed towards the chair Georgina always ended up passing out in.

Georgina laughed before making her rounds. Hugs and kisses were shared before she curled up in her favorite spot. Niall returned to a massive glass of sangria for her.

“Why don’t we get that kinda service, Horan?” Keith asked as Niall sat down in front of Georgina’s chair.

“He knows who his superiors are,” Mags said with a wink.

“Happy Fergie, happy life,” Brittany said smugly.

“Because he knows if he pampers her, she’s not gonna talk shit,” Jamie said with a laugh.

“He’s being a good host.” Georgina smiled. “Let’s get the game going.”

David pressed play as the DVD started into the game’s intro. Idle chatter filled the room as the gang’s rules were being reiterated amongst the group.

Halfway through the first game, the girls were losing terribly. Thinking on her feet, Jenna had an idea. She quickly sent a text over to her girls. Phones were usually banned after a very serious cheating offense in a serious game of Trivial Pursuit. Game Night was canceled for a few months because of it. This message wasn’t anything like that though. Jenna told the girls she was going to ensure they won this round of the tournament.

Confused, Georgina looked over at Jenna. The youngest member of her girl squad took a sip of her drink before sending a wink in Georgina’s direction. 

“Georgina, how do you feel that Spurs are ahead of Chelsea?” Jenna asked with a smug look on her face.

“Jenna!” All four men spoke in unison.

“For fuck’s sake. You had one job.” David grumbled.

“Why do you do these things?” Keith asked looking at her confused.

“Fucking had to ruin the night,” Jamie mumbled.

“Oi, what the fuck is your problem?” Mags asked glaring at the boys.

“Just acting like a bunch of cunts because their boys don’t know how to play a proper game of football,” Georgina smirked.

“Here we go,” David mumbled. Brittany nudged him to knock it off.

“Just because you’re ahead of us in the table –” Keith started to stay.

“We’ve won more games, scored more goals, and haven’t had to change our gaffer in about four years.” Georgina rattled off.

A large smile formed on Niall Horan’s face. Even though they supported different clubs, he loved hearing Georgina get riled up about football.

“Yeah, yeah rub it in,” David mumbled. “Let’s get back to the game.”

“So you can lose like Chelsea will in the EFL semi-final?” Fergie teased making Brittany and Jenna laugh.

“Season’s not over yet, Ferg,” Jamie said. “Still a way to go.”

“But if it were, you’d be a loser.” She said with a smile.

That set the group of men off. Heated rants erupted throughout the room. The game was lost. Jenna was pretty pleased with herself. An argument began between Mags and the boys. In the midst of the heated battle taken place, Niall tapped Georgina on the leg. She leaned down toward him confused as to why he hadn’t joined in to help his boys out.

“You’re staying the night,” Niall whispered in her ear.

“Why?” She asked confused.

“I need to fuck you.” He admitted bluntly.

Georgina could feel the heat rush to her cheeks. “What?”

“You know how you like when I work in the garden – gets ya all hot and bothered?” Niall said in a low tone.

Georgina nodded.

“You talkin’ football does it for me.” He admitted. “So you’re staying.”