Imagine Your and Zayne's daughter coming across the fics you wrote in your teens/young adulthood.
She's been just casually scrolling through some long-forgotten-but-still-underground-alive social page ad figuring that the name of this author actually sounds familiar.
And being a curious little thing she started digging.
Only to find out that the author from 2000-something was...
HER MOTHER,
And if you start to wonder why the sudden flushed cheeks and glossy eyes and closed door to her room?
Because she's enamoured by the stories.
Yes, even those written on bad days, self-indulgent ones with completely unrealistic amount of fluff aimed to sooth your inner child while feeling sad, lonely and depressed.
And you only figure it out when one day you find both Zayne AND your daughter on the couch, engrossed in reading YOUR works.
And then it dawns on you.
You always had it in you. And maybe those days spend with your own imagination and pouring out feelings into words were exacly the thing that led you to this.
(aka: the one when you show off your very specific sense of humor)
After a whole week of mess, Saturday could not be more awaited for Y/N, though since Zayne was stuck at the hospital duty she had to fill in the day herself.
And honestly? It kind of felt good. After all it wasn;t like they were glued together. They could love each other and still not go all mopey and miserable while the other was busy and having a life. Zayne definitely wasn't overly sad about it (being himself of course) so she wasn;t going to dramatise either.
Instead, she called one of her friends, asking him if he wanted to visit the arcade and play claw because a new merch has just been dropped.
Lost in fun, laughter and having a good time, she didn't pay much attention to the surroundings. Unfortunately that made her miss someone looking at her from the distance, assessing the threat.
Blissful ignorance came crashing down later that evening when she got a disturbing text.
Saw you having fun today. Who was the guy?
Right. Typical Zayne. She knew damn well he was overthinking everything, trying to find the logical solution, but having to fight his own brain into skipping to conclusion when it came to them.
He was just a colleague.
You didn;t tell me about him.
Oh dear. He was jealous. And while other girls may tease him mercilessly about it, Y/N chose against it.
I did. Just maybe I didn’t use his name. Dylan. He's the one who's going to be transferred soon.
Oh yes. I remember now.
She decided to wait for what was coming next, but as the silence kept on stretching, it was time for a bit more drastic measures.
***
He was wondering how to answer her without admitting he was jealous when his phone started vibrating and her name lit up the screen.
"Hey." he said with a calm (not cold, never cold with her) voice
"What is going on in your head right now, Zayne?"
If they were at the beginning of building a relationship he would wriggle out of the answer. But they've been together for two years. TWO YEARS, And it was Y/N. And he had no intention of questioning her.
"Zayne?"
"Still here."
"Talk to me."
"I didn't like you with him,"
"I figured as much. But you do realise he has a girlfriend, right?"
"Noted."
"And it's not like we've done anything, you know. Oh, and by the way, I won a plushie for you. Do you want to see it?" without waiting for an answer she snapped a photo and sent it to him without disconnecting.
Oh, for crying out loud, it must have been a joke....
A carrot.
She won a carrot plushie for him.
Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose, a mix of disbelief and exasperation bubbling in his brain (and heart).
"This is not funny."
"It is a little funny. Admit it." she teased.
"Y/N--"
"It's on its way to you. I called an uber about half an hour ago so it should be there soon."
"Of course you did. And what did the other guy get? A heart?" he scoffed pettily.
"Spoken like a true cardiac surgeon." She pointed out, not letting him off the hook easily. "And for the record, he got nothing. The claw is our thing. Yours and mine. Just cause I found a temporary replacement doesn't change it. It's me and you. Together. Remember?
"hm." (meaning: inside happy dance, cause he was still her no.1)
"See you tomorrow?"
"Hm."
"Good. Don;t lose sleep over carrots, Dr Zayne."
a soft click signalled the end of the conversation. But at least now he had his hope restored.
Even when a moment later a driver delivered that silly carrot, who seemed to start watching him the second it was put on the shelf.
Because it may have been an attempt to torment him, but it came from her, so of course it was getting a honorary place.
"Stop staring at me." he muttered childishly, turning it away so those two black lines of eyes were facing the wall and not him.
And if that was a kid's action? That was between him and the enemy.
he knows it's petty. yet, that does nothing to abate the furrow of his brows and the pout on his lips.
your mii is refusing to date his mii. the stubby big-headed character he poured way too much effort into making it look like you using the face paint and tinkering with the facial placement— though it is but a pittance compared to the real deal. not to mention the fact that he had to make you based off memory since he had been too shy to confess that he made both of you as miis on his island and wanted a reference.
the only two residents on his island, in fact.
and he's still getting rejected.
if he was lucky you'd let him talk to you whilst sitting together on the fountain. only for his mii to vaguely ask to hang out and make things awkward.
he had even made place holder miis, before unceremoniously removing them, until he got the island expansions! the restaurant. photo booth. pawn shop. hell, even the ferris wheel! yet, no juice could be made from the fruit of his labor.
your mii had been adamant in constantly rejecting his advances, even having the gall to fall in love with one of the placeholder miis.
and after every rejection, his own mii kept falling back in love after a trip to europe to subside his despair. after the first few times the love bubble inevitably popped up, jason had told his mii-self that it was too soon to ask your mii out only for that equally big-headed bunch of pixels refuse his advice and ask you out anyway. rinse and repeat.
perhaps it was a cruel joke on him for even trying. was it because your mii wasn't accurate enough? jason swears to himself that he'll keep a small photo of you in his wallet from this day forth.
perhaps it was poetic. that, no matter what happens to him, he'll always come to love you.
"daddy noo!!!" this week has been a total disaster for both kashiel and rafayel.
one. kashiel just discovered he can trade his short legs for a pretty, chubby tail.
two. he now loveees to bathe and soak in the tub for HOURS in that tail. every "10 minutes, daddy" is the biggest lie this boy ever came up with. because the promised 10 minutes will drag to 2 or 3 hours.
three. rafayel questions his ancestors if this child is truly just a confused lemurian. kashiel apparently loves water, except he screeches when daddy proposes to take him swimming in the vast ocean instead. his son likes tap water in the confined porcelain bathtub and hates the concept of ocean? make it make sense!
"raf! what are you doing?" your jaw falls seeing your husband holding your baby upside down by kashiel's end of tail, droplets of water from your son's mop of hair drenching the polished and dry floor.
"MUMMY! daddy wan'to throw me in water!" rafayel rolls his eyes at the exaggeration.
"what water?"
kashiel urgently flails in struggle to point at the glistening ocean outside their house. "that water! big scary water."
"the ocean?"
you try to not show how confused you are.. your half lemurian baby who possesses a fully functioning tail.. is scared of the ocean? his supposed nature and home, one he can breathe and lives in?
"if you love your tail so much, you might as well put it to practice and use it to explore the ocean, baby. the ocean is much cooler than that little bathtub." rafayel interrupts. and the boy immediately writhes in disagreement and whines about how he's sure it's not that fun.
"daddy will swim with you. 's not like i'm going to dunk you in the ocean by yourself and leave." right, definitely not the best example to come up with because kashiel screams in distraught, imagining the opposite of daddy's words. he has lost every littlest bits of trust for daddy.
you inch closer and your husband holds kashiel upright again, handing the little bundle towards your open arms. "mummy.."
"oh, baby. how long did you bath?"
"10 min–"
"don't lie. he did 2 hours." right on cue as fiery little merboy glares at daddy.
"hm, don't you think it's better if we spend 3 hours learning how to swim in the ocean, baby? do you know how to swim, kash?"
kashiel pouts, as he flaps his wet tail nervously. little fingers fiddling with the shells and pearls crusted necklace on your neck. one that he and rafayel made together and gifted you some weeks ago during their last failed attempt swimming underwater. "but mummy.. i know to swim."
"oh you do?" you ask suspiciously.
"sure he does if sinking to the seabed and wailing like a whale calling for another whale count as swimming."
"eeee i no wail like whale!"
you see, your husband's critical issue with pissing off your son is one thing, but the priority here is to finally convince kashiel to be brave and embrace his nature. it's obvious he's terrified for another attempt under the salty water because of the funny and embarrassing little accident he had during his first time with daddy few weeks ago.
which is, sinking to the seabed, exactly like rafayel claims. kashiel had come back home, face blotchy and wet with tears because a school of shrimps laughed at him when he fell face first in the ocean depth.
"daddy's pretty sure the conch sealed your scream last week. maybe we can go and find it–"
"rafayel, enough."
"yes, ma'am."
hiking kashiel higher in your arms, you pat the chub of his glistening tail. "give it a try, please? won't you, baby? mummy promises to wait for you and daddy."
lips jutted in conflict as he leans his little head against your chest. "wait on that white thingy," he states firmly.
"the yacht, yes."
"pinkie, mummy?"
"promise."
his tail flaps in relief as your pinkie links with his. now looking at the waiting daddy. "daddy pinkie too! no leave me with mr. whale."
"yeah, yeah. i promise." he stalks closer to replicate the same little gesture to seal his promise.
"a brave boy with the prettiest scales like you should show off his tail to his ocean friends." your words of assurance elicits a brilliant smile from the sweet boy who's now back in daddy's arms.
"i give you my scale, mummy!" he reaches down to pluck one of his sclaes but both of you beat him to it.
your husband yanks those fast hands away, telling kashiel a stern no as the boy pouts. he understands the prohibition but his scales are so pretty! he just wanna give everyone a piece of it! (well, kashiel already gave you few. it's more than enough for your own lovely collection.)
and when your two favorite lemurians finally return to the surface of the sea when the sun is slowly setting, kashiel squeals in delight because he can finally use his tail. showing off how he propels those fins to swim underneath. how his ocean friends sung praises to the lemurian child. babbling every little part of his adventure with daddy while rafayel shifts back to his pair of legs, sailing all of you back to the shore.