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lyn31 · 7 days ago

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I really loveeee all of your fanfic, especially the interaction between zayne&mc with their kids🩵🩵

Anyway, I just read The World's Underneath the Frontline. And MC? She's sooo cool when she fights wanderers. So how about when Zayne takes his day off so he can take care of their kids fully because his wife is on a secret mission where it takes all of a day to succeed. Then they go out to buy something. But suddenly there's a wanderer attack and MC is on the rescue! So I want to know their reaction when she fights the wanderer in front of them.

Have a nice day!

Heyyy thank you! I'm glad you enjoy them! I didn't include the twins here but hopefully this is still hit what you're thinking of! Let me know what you think! 👀💕

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Like a Star

Summary

During a routine patrol gone wrong, you lead your squad into battle—unaware that your daughter is watching from behind the barricade, wide-eyed with wonder as her hero comes to life.

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Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader Family fluff, cute, sweet, banter, silly, cool mom!

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The day starts soft. You press a kiss to Serena’s cheek and another to Zayne’s lips, still laced with sleep, before slipping out for morning patrol. Your squad’s schedule today is routine—nothing special, nothing dangerous. Just a sweep along a quiet sector that’s had minor fluctuations in energy, most of which have turned out to be false alarms.

Still, it leaves Zayne with the rare opportunity to spend a full day with Serena. She’s practically bouncing when he lifts her into his arms. She hasn’t said much, but her eyes are practically beaming with wonder.

You wave them off with a smile, and don’t think about them again—until the sky shifts.

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Zayne walks with Serena through the wide synthstone plaza, his coat catching the wind as she chatters about constellations and glowing fish from the aquarium they just left. Her hand fits snugly in his. He listens, quiet as ever, occasionally murmuring a question or thought that makes her blink up at him wide-eyed before skipping ahead.

The plaza stretches in clean, minimalist curves—smooth synthstone beneath their feet, glowing faintly at the seams where maintenance drones pass through at night. A line of translucent info-screens hover along one side, displaying everything from weather reports to floating advertisements. In the center, a kinetic sculpture rises—thin metal arcs rotating in slow, gravity-defiant loops, catching stray sunlight and casting prismatic shadows across the open space. It’s designed for foot traffic and open air—too exposed for comfort when something unnatural begins to stir.

The air hums.

It’s subtle. Most wouldn’t notice—but Zayne does. The light feels slightly warped. Sound carries oddly in the open space. The threads of energy that usually drift unnoticed along the ground begin to ripple with purpose.

He doesn’t tense. Doesn’t raise alarm. He simply shifts Serena behind him slightly and lifts his gaze to the far side of the plaza, where officers are already placing barrier nodes and guiding pedestrians away with firm but calm instructions.

“Daddy?” Serena’s voice is small, muffled by his coat as she hugs his side.

“It’s alright,” he says, and kneels beside her. “Nothing to worry about.”

She peers past his shoulder. In the middle of the plaza, just behind the thin protective barriers, the sculpture’s spinning arcs flicker as the rift blooms behind it—like reality snagging on something sharp. Shadows twist where there should be light, swallowing the clean symmetry of the plaza and twisting it into something jagged and wrong.

More officers arrive, reinforcing the outer lines. Civilians are kept at a safe distance, some murmuring nervously, others pulling out phones to record.

Then—your squad arrives.

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Lara lands first, her boots catching hard on the pavement, the glow of her Evol already stretching outward to shield the perimeter. Rose flashes in with a flick of her hand, already slashing through the first creature that claws its way out of the rift. Tara moves like lightning around her, redirecting an attack straight into another beast before you even step into the scene.

And then you do.

You walk into the plaza with calm, practiced focus, your weapon already active, energy circling your frame in soft pulses. You don’t rush. The moment you enter the field, your team moves tighter—more efficiently. Your Evol hums through their veins, and you feel it the instant their strength sharpens, their senses heighten.

From behind the barrier, Zayne watches.

And Serena—she stares. Eyes wide. Mouth open in a tiny “o.” One hand still curled into his coat, the other lifted in a soft, quiet clap. Like it’s instinct. Like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.

“That’s Mommy,” Zayne murmurs.

She doesn’t answer. She’s too busy watching you walk straight into the chaos without flinching.

Your shot lands, clean and sure. You barely need to watch it fall before your gaze flicks to the side of the barrier—and finds them.

There. Zayne stands tall, one arm around Serena, familiar stillness—quiet and steady, like the pale edge of morning light chasing off the dark. Serena is at his side, clutching at his sleeves, her little boots barely touching the ground as she cranes forward for a better look.

You catch their eyes. One heartbeat. Two.

You wink.

His breath catches for a second—barely audible, but there. Something folds quietly behind his ribs, a kind of warmth he doesn’t name. His brows lift—visibly struck for a beat even when he acts otherwise. Like something in his chest stutters at the sight of you. That quiet confidence. That impossible grace in the middle of wreckage.

He doesn’t say anything. Just watches, eyes sharp and warm, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of this moment for himself.

Serena’s jaw drops.

The moment you wink, she gasps—a tiny, delighted sound like someone let a secret out of her chest. Then her face splits into a huge, stunned smile. Her hands fly up to her cheeks like she just watched magic happen.

“Mommy winked at me,” she whispers.

Zayne glances down at her, voice gentle and amused. “I believe that was directed at both of us.”

Serena beams, like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

Then she lifts both hands and starts clapping—small and quiet, her palms barely making a sound, but entirely sincere. Her eyes never leave you. There’s no fear. Just awe.

“She’s so pretty and strong,” she says with all the breathless reverence of a five-year-old seeing a superhero for the first time.

“She is,” Zayne agrees, watching you move again. His voice stays low and even—more emotion in it than tone. “She always has been.”

In front of you, Rose immediately groans loud enough for half the plaza to hear.

“Oh my god—can you not flirt with your family during combat!”

You don’t answer. You just shift your stance and fire, your bolt slicing clean through one of the advancing creatures. The hum of your Evol deepens, syncing perfectly with Tara’s next move as she dodges past the collapsing body and spins—redirecting a creature’s leaping lunge straight into Rose’s waiting slash.

“I would flirt too if I have a cute kid and husband watching me,” Tara mutters as she ducks behind Lara’s shield for cover, recharging her gauntlets with a click.

“Stop encouraging her,” Lara hisses, eyes scanning for the next wave. “Attention to the front, please.”

But even she sounds like she’s holding back a smile.

You flick your wrist, and your weapon shifts into charge mode. The hum beneath your palm intensifies—light building fast, like a pulse drawn straight from your chest. It stretches outward, twisting into a concentrated beam that launches with a deafening snap. The gun blast hits the ground between two advancing creatures, detonating with a thunderclap that sends smoke curling up like a broken signal flare.

The impact throws the creatures off balance—one is flung into a lamppost, the other into a crumpled heap against the edge of the plaza. You’re already moving before the bodies hit the ground, posture relaxed, breathing steady.

This isn’t chaos. This is choreography.

“Left!” Rose snaps.

You spin on instinct, weapon lifting mid-turn. A creature bursts from the shadows, all limbs and glinting teeth—but your bolt pierces straight through its skull before it can even finish its lunge. The force of it sends the body flipping backward, crashing hard into the pavement with a squelch and a dying screech.

Gasps rise from the gathered crowd behind the barricades—shock, awe, the glow of a few holorecorders blinking on in shaky hands.

On the edge, Zayne stands calmly. He shifts only to pat Serena’s head, his hand smoothing over her hair like it’s just a light breeze, not a battlefield in front of them.

Serena is nearly bouncing, her little fingers curled tight around the edge of his coat sleeve. Her eyes shine—not with fear, but fascination. She watches your every movement, wide-eyed, silent. Like she’s storing this moment deep in her bones.

Then the tremor hits.

A second wave comes bursting through the alley—leaner, quicker than the first. Their claws rake against the concrete as they rush in a skittering blur, eyes glowing, screeches rising in discordant harmony.

“Form up!” Lara barks, raising her arm.

Her shield slams down between the crowd and the front line, flaring gold like molten glass. The incoming creatures slam into it hard, but the barrier holds with a flare of heat and light.

Before the echo of impact fades, Rose and Tara are already in motion.

Rose disappears into a blur of violet slash—her Void Reid scything through the left flank, precise and fast. She barely slows as she cuts down the first two, her expression unreadable, blade glowing brighter with each kill.

Tara launches forward beside her, absorbing one creature’s swipe and redirecting it back with a sickening crack—its own momentum twisting its limb backwards. She ducks, twists, and lets her gauntlets pulse with stolen kinetic energy before unleashing a point-blank blast that throws another into the plaza fountain.

You join the rhythm—seamless, instinctive.

Your Evol flows outward, threading through their bodies like strands of light. You feel it catch—Rose’s sharpness sharpening further, Tara’s hits growing heavier. Their movements sync closer, tighter, brighter. They’re not just moving better—they’re moving with you.

And it shows.

The next few minutes blur into something smooth, deadly, efficient. Creatures fall faster. The squad moves like a single living thing. Rose guards the left. Tara sweeps the middle. Lara maintains the front, her shield flashing each time something dares get close.

You shift positions constantly—supporting where needed, protecting weak angles, eliminating anything that breaks through.

The battle doesn’t drag. It doesn’t even linger.

Five minutes. Maybe less.

And when the final creature lets out a distorted screech and crumples beneath Rose’s blade, the quiet that follows rings louder than the fight itself.

The rift at the edge pulses once—then begins to seal.

The glow fades.

The crowd begins to exhale.

And you—heart steady, hands only slightly shaking from the adrenaline—just let yourself breathe.

Then—another tiny clap. Serena, still watching, still in awe.

She’s still standing behind the barrier, clapping slowly with a face full of wonder. Like she just watched a fairy tale unfold—only brighter, louder, more real than anything she’s imagined. Zayne kneels beside her again, brushing back a bit of her hair.

You let out a breath and holster your weapon, jogging over to them as police start officially marking the scene for clean-up.

Serena runs to you the moment you’re close enough, arms wrapping around your leg.

“Mommy,” she says into your thigh. “You were so cool! You look like a star.”

Your heart squeezes. Ah right, she must’ve been talking about your glow. You crouch to her level and kiss the top of her head. “Did you like the show?”

She nods seriously. “You made the monsters go boom.”

Zayne steps closer and brushes a bit of ash off your shoulder with the same calm care he applies to everything.

You exhale without meaning to. He does too. Like something in both of you finally eases now that the danger’s passed.

Then, without missing a beat, he murmurs, “You missed a spot.”

You give him a look, but the warmth in his gaze still turns your stomach to sparks.

Behind you, Rose huffs a laugh. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Tara chimes in, clearly entertained. “I look that cool too but I can’t brag to anyone about it, so I live for this.”

“And I live for getting home in one piece, so if you’re all done being emotionally fulfilled, let’s move.” Lara finally says massaging her forehead.

You laugh, scooping Serena into your arms.

“Next time, I’m charging admission,” you murmur, still glowing—just a little.

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It’s late when you finally step through the front door, muscles sore but the buzz of the day still lingering under your skin. You only get halfway out of your boots before you hear soft footsteps pattering across the floor.

“Mommy!”

Serena’s already charging toward you, arms out, feet bare, eyes full of the wonder she had behind the barricade. You catch her easily, lifting her into your arms with a tired laugh as her warmth sinks into your bones.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” you murmur against her hair.

“I waited,” she whispers back, almost proud of herself.

Zayne’s footsteps follow more slowly. He’s holding a cup of something warm, and you can tell from the gentle smile on his face that he didn’t try to stop her. Not this time.

“Show her,” he says simply, and Serena lights up.

“Oh! Right!”

She wriggles out of your hold, races to the living room. You lift an eyebrow toward Zayne, which he only replies to with an amused curve of his lips. He leans in for a quick kiss before he says, “Welcome home.”

You grin, “I’m home,” and wrap your hands around him.

And then Serena returns with a sheet of paper held high over her head like a trophy.

“I made this!” she declares, thrusting it into your hands. Zayne steps back a little, giving you space to look at Serena’s masterpiece.

You blink at the paper—then smile, slow and a little speechless.

It’s you. Definitely you. Mid-fight, hair flaring like fire, light glowing in both hands as you stand between sketchy, cartoonish-looking creatures and a waving little crowd. There’s a massive explosion in the corner, complete with scribbled BOOM and spark lines. The squad is all there—Rose looking dramatic, Tara with her fists in the air, Lara with what’s clearly a very large shield.

And you? You’re surrounded by stars.

“They look like that because you glowed,” Serena explains matter-of-factly. “Like a real star. I remembered it.”

Your throat tightens. You glance at Zayne, who meets your gaze with something quiet and soft in his eyes—like he saw the same thing she did. Maybe still does.

“It’s perfect,” you say finally, crouching down to hug her again. “You’re amazing.”

“I wanna be like you when I grow up,” she tucks her face into your shoulder, quiet for a moment.

You hold her just a little tighter. “You’ve already got the heart for it.”

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