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missameliep · 2 years ago

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What are your MCs favorite holidays?

That’s such an interesting question, Anon! For some of my MC and OCs I have considered this subject before and even written something, but not for all of them.

Elizabeth Foredale (OC/Desire and Decorum AU!) - For Elizabeth it’s definitely Christmas. She loves everything about this holiday, from the family gatherings to decorating the tree (in the one-shot A Dash of Christmas Magic I wrote a little about her impressions about the holiday and how she used to decorate the tree with her mother growing up and how this tradition brought her joy, they would create the most fun and extravagant decorations for their home, like a Hello Kitty themed tree, which she loved it!, and in this fic Hamid helps her find the same joy again). Choosing gifts for her loved ones is also something she adores. Even though she misses her mother, the season is still very special to her and definitely the favorite holiday.

After she starts dating Hamid, she'll become fond of New Year's too, because he loves it and there's a lot of fun traditions and in his home it involves delicious meals with his family and parties with his friends, and he's always so happy that the holiday grows on her.

Olivia and Kai Park (MC/Perfect Match) – both my MCs Olivia and Kai love Christmas! For them it's the season of joy and they walk around like they were living in a Hallmark movie even without taking a plane to a small winter Christmas town. I wrote one fic showing Kai and Nadia Park's passion about the holidays and their traditions in a fic called The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Or Maybe Not). While the Parks love the holiday, the grumpy Detective Damien is on the opposite spectrum...

Malia Jones (MC/Wake the Dead) – Malia grew up in a post-apocalyptique world where many of those things that bring us together were lost, not to mention the Tower is the kind of colony where survival was the most important thing and old world's traditions were not appreciated. So I HC they haven’t preserved most of the holidays from the Old World, maybe just celebrating the 4th of July in some kind of tradition to honour the founding fathers or something like that, or maybe created some holiday to celebrate their leader or the colony's endurance. I don't think Malia and her rebellious and anti-authoritarian spirit would appreciate this sort of celebration. But if she learned about the Old World's holidays and traditions, I have a feeling she would love most of it, but specially Valentine’s Day, a holiday to tell people you love and appreciate them is something she totally relates to, and would think this should be celebrated monthly at least because when you're always risking your life and losing people you shouldn't wait a moment to tell them that. She’d like the romantic aspects of V-day too, of course, and would not mind at all if there could be gifts and nice meals involved, and if Troy prepared something to surprise her, but the fraternal and platonic loves would resonate much more with her.

And New Year would also be a favorite! To celebrate you survived another year and think about the future means hope. And that’s something that moves her and is essential when you're leaving after the world ended.

And at Olympus and the new colonies, they'd probably create their own celebrations and she’ll definitely be the most enthusiastic celebrator of all.

Arwen (MC/Blades) – Probably all of them! I think in their universe, most of the holidays are related to crops and the changing of seasons, and Arwen would love all the happy ones filled with music and dance and drinking. She’s an optimistic and overall happy Elf and she loves to celebrate. She’ll have no problem in joining Tyril for the elven celebrations at Undermount too, specially if they involve food and dancing and fancy clothes. After the ball at Undermount, she discovered she really likes dressing up. In our world Halloween would be the kind of holiday that would have her sooooo excited!

Zoey (MC/Ride or Die) – before her mother died, Zoey loved all the holidays and celebrate them with her family, she has plenty of memories of 4th of July barbecues, dressing in matching costumes with her mother and father for Halloween, stuffing herself with her mother's famous pumpkin pie and all the traditions before Christmas and during the entire season... But after that, she lost interest in most of them. It was bittersweet and her father had no interest in celebrations either. Probably she’ll manage to find new meaning for them when she gets older and create new memories for them, but for now, I think during college years Halloween and New Year’s Eve would be favorites.

The first because it’s a moment to pretend being someone else, use costumes, dance and party and she can relieve a bit her days with the crew, and the second because a brand new year ahead is something that gives hope, and she’s hopeful to find her way and become the woman she’s suppose to be. And lists. Zoey is obsessed with lists and organization and she’ll dedicate a long time writing the resolutions for the new year (it’s also a way she finds to honour her mother’s memory, since it was something they did together).

Again, thanks for the ask! ☺️

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missameliep · 2 years ago

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Hii 🥰

What is something you love about your MC / OC? You can create and share anything you’d like 😍 HC‘s, moodboards, edits or drabbles. Have fun and gush about your MC / OC 🥰

Also what made you create your MC /OC what was your inspiration?

thank you so much for the ask, dear! what a lovely idea 😍

I'll share about Elizabeth Foredale (f!OC / Desire and Decorum Modern AU!), who is my favorite character to write ever (I have so many stories and AUs in my drafts you wouldn't believe!), and Malia Jones (f!MC / Wake the Dead), who allows me to explore so many interesting themes.

First, what made me create my MC /OC and what was my inspiration?

The reason behind the creation of Elizabeth Foredale (OC) was the fact I was not pleased with PBs take on Brazilian characters (there was Marisa Pires and the whole party-girl vibe and then Rafael Aveiro). Back in 2018, I think, there were talks with a few of my mutuals about (mis)representation of non-USA characters in most books and it sparkled the idea to create an OC who was Brazilian like myself without the usual stereotypes seen in media: loud and sexy Latina, party-girl, always dancing samba or other sexy genre and overexposing her body and things like that. Elizabeth is the opposite of it all: she's shy and introverted, dresses more modestly and is not comfortable with partying and clubbing and prefers a nice walk at the park or a picnic... and her general development fits with the narrative in Desire & Decorum about the illegitimate daughter and other social issues that are superficially addressed in the narrative. With her character, I could talk about stereotypical things that obviously do not apply to an entire population of a country, and can be truly hurtful when reinforced, and racism, since she is the daughter of a black Brazilian woman. And it's always a pleasure to write stories about her and the way she's slowly growing into the woman she aspires to be.

For Malia Jones, she is not an OC, but a MC whose personality is closer to the book, but with a little more nuances and a backstory I have been crafting while writing the miniseries Safe and the one-shots I have posted so far. I really loved Wake the Dead and the post-apocalyptic world gave me so many ideas and themes to explore, so I'm just going along while developing many aspects about her backstory, especially after arriving with her sister at The Tower, and about her life after the end of the book. I recently decided on a FC for her: the actress Keke Palmer (specially in the images I've seen from her part in the movie Nope, her outfits would fit Malia very well). The actress has a beautiful smile, one that I think Troy Hassan would definitely fall in love with.

Why I love this MC / OC ?

Neither is a self insert, even though I see some aspects of myself in Elizabeth, but they are complex and nuanced characters. And even though Malia and Elizabeth seem so different at first, living in completely different worlds, in one Malia faces death, despair and zombies, while Elizabeth lives a privileged and sheltered life, however, in her sheltered life she's reached by tragedy - she loses in the spam of months her mother and brother and her life completely changes with going to a new country and starting a new life, which is also a sentiment familiar to Malia.

So, both of their stories have aspects in common, and it is a pleasure to explore them.

I'll share some edits for Elizabeth and of her friendship with Prince Hamid Second Chances that I have saved in my drafts forever and I think I've never posted before

Elizabeth Foredale FC - Débora Nascimento Hamid Osmanoglu - Sukru Ozyildiz

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Tagging a few of you who might enjoy reading this:

@princess-geek @noesapphic @lorirwritesfanfic @lilyoffandoms @aallotarenunelma @jerzwriter

#ask box!#choices fanfic #oc: elizabeth foredale #mc: malia jones #desire and decorum modern au!#wtd fanfic #choices wtd #wtd mc #otp: elizabeth x hamid #edits #meet my mc

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missameliep · 2 years ago

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OTP Asks for Troy and Malia ❤

3) Most common argument 7) What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? 17) Who says I love you first? 20) What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Thank you! :)

Hi, dear! Thanks for the ask. ☺️

3) Most common argument

The most common and frequent arguments between Malia and Troy revolve around Malia wanting Troy to exercise and practice combat skills - all things that displeased him entirely since they lived at the Tower, if not for the opportunity of meeting Malia during trainings he wouldn't even be there at all. After losing her sister Brynn, Malia gets overprotective with people she cares about - Troy mostly but she also worries about May and their friends - and that can be overwhelming, especially for Troy, since there's a whole world worth exploring and he wants to try new things. It is hard for her to express in words that worry and that she needs to be sure he won't hurt himself or get killed. She is so scared of losing him that it physically hurts sometimes.

In spite of arguing, however, they never stay mad long at each other. And Troy has a very "special" way to convince Malia to forgive him when he makes her mad with his shenanigans.

7) What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? In the space of a few years, when they were teens, both realized they had more than the usual siblings' attachment and love for each other; but living after the world ended and in such a disturbing environment like the Tower was, where having a strong friendship like theirs was a privilege, neither wanted to risk it or bringing upon themselves Brynn's rage, since she was the elder sister and the one always looking after her younger sister and "adoptive" brother.

Malia realized the nature of her feelings first, by the time she was eleven, she felt a pang in her stomach whenever she knew Troy was spending quality time with older teenagers in kissing games around the Tower and since she wasn't in fact ill, like a few trips to the infirmary proved, she was probably smitten - which was much much worse in her point of view and a total bummer, since she had no interest in boys, dating and had no idea what falling in love actually meant in a world like that, where people constantly died and nothing lasts forever... So, to Malia, what actually changed was the way she dealt with her feelings for him and boys in general. She fought the feelings, which was a tough battle, specially the older she got and the more attractive Troy became, but with some effort, she managed to keep it cool and not let him know about the flutter in her stomach and the way her heart raced every time he moved too close... She stopped sharing a bed with him, for instance, and draw invisible lines to keep her personal space as far away from his as humanly possible, since she was sure there was no way they could ever be more than what they were. Being vocal about her feelings was never easy, so avoiding romantic subjects around him and hiding her attraction for other guys over the years was not that hard. Until she was eighteen, Troy believed she had never even kissed or felt attraction for anybody.

It took Troy a bit longer to be sure of what he actually felt for Malia. Like her, he had no idea what love and dating and all those Old-World concepts actually meant. He cared for her like the sister he wished and prayed for in many lonely nights at the Tower, but later, the hormones made him acutely aware that Malia did bring much more to the game than just being someone he could play tag, jest with, and challenge him in the most stupid and dangerous ways... she made his heart accelerate and his palms sweat even when they were not running around or practicing combat... and he wanted to kiss her so badly it ached! What changed? Troy became afraid of her realizing he liked her in a different way and hating the idea and hating him and shutting him out completely. How could he lose Malia and Brynn? That was too much. So he hid his feelings behind too many jokes, bad pickup lines that made her cackle in the way that he adored, and kept himself busy with other "prospects" too many a nights.

Losing their home, losing Brynn, would be a game-changing moment for both of them. Facing their mortality so crudely made it impossible to keep bottling up their feelings for longer.

17) Who says I love you first?

They never said they loved each other in a sibling/platonic way a not even as a joke/teasing over the years they knew each other. Saying "I love you" was a foreign concept... Malia never knew love outside her relationship with her sister - who rarely used the world herself -, she has no recollection of being loved by her fathers or anybody else, and the word love was so many times used in stratagems and deceiving ways by people who wanted to take advantage from you, keep you obedient or make you work harder, that sometimes she thought falling in love was an impossible thing in a world like theirs. Troy on the other hand, believed love was real, but not something he was worth of. He believed being in love a couple of times while coming down from his ecstasy and having a lover's arms wrapped around himself; but that feeling didn't quite stick afterwards. He appreciated kindness and good company, but he expected love to be accompanied by all those great gestures the elderly at the Tower sometimes talked about and overwhelming feelings that make you do crazy things... Curiously, being in love with Malia was nothing like that, not loud as fireworks, but soothing as lying on the grass and stargazing, like something that grew inside of him like those ivy's that cover some abandoned buildings until there was so much green and unexpected beauty inside and it was surprising in a way, but at the same time, it felt like, "hey, it's you. of course it's you. you made a home here." When they talked about their feelings many months after escaping the Tower, it became clear that Troy articulated the words inside of his mind first, however, the first time the words were said out loud in a non-platonic way with all the implications it carries was by an hesitant Malia, when she thought Troy had fell asleep and was not listening to her. But he heard, and he said it right back to her, and she punched him because he made her cry like a child.

20) What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Even those who didn't knew them from back at the Tower thought they took their sweet time to come forward and do something about that. It was clear to those who observed them just a little more closely and knew what love looked like, like Shannon and Eli, that they were in love with capital L even before Malia or Troy were ready to admit that to themselves. The new friends and people at the colony think they are a perfect match and make each other better, which is something precious and to be treasured for as long as possible.

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Again, thank you so much for the ask and for allowing me to babble about this OTP of mine 😍

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missameliep · 2 years ago

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Hii 🥰

Would your MC(s) / OC(s) ever play a game of who knows who better? And if so what would be the questions / answers?

And who would know who better?

Hi, sweetie! Thanks for the ask ☺️

They would definitely play this kind of game! Some out of sheer competitiveness, others to prove their partners they know them better lol

I'll answer it for five of the couples I write for: Elizabeth and Hamid, Arwen and Tyril, Malia and Troy, Zoe and Colt, and Olivia and Damien.

1. Elizabeth and Hamid (Desire and Decorum AU!/Second Chances)

If we're considering the beginning of the relationship, I think since it's that stage when you're getting to know your partner that it would be a balanced dispute. They would both nail the questions about each other's favorite food, songs, movies and color, the other's dream vacation and something that makes the other laugh, for instance, but probably would be lost when it comes to questions about favorite childhood memory, first kisses and so on, these are the sort of question they would have trouble answering since they don't know each other very long like some of the other pairings in this list. And from time to time, I believe, depending on the question, Hamid would just reveal something completely out of the top that Liz would never imagine, like if someone asked about an embarrassing moment and he would just casually drop the most absurd tale about trespassing or crashing into an Arab sheik party or befriending someone absurdly famous totally unexpected and in the most absurd way possible; and end the story with "but it went well and we became friends as close as siblings" or "and now he invites me every year to his birthday" and Liz would be like 😯

2. Arwen and Tyril (Blades)

Tyril would only play this game or any other if certain conditions were met, primarily having had a good amount of wine in his system, cozy rainy evenings and Arwen reminding him if he beats her in the game, he could ask anything as prize. Sometimes he wins, sometimes she does. They have had time to learn about each other, and as elves they are really perceptive and catch on the smallest things, and so many of his questions would be about favourite weapons or worst adversary in battle, while hers would lean to embarrassing stuff or deep philosophical questions like if one of them turned into a worm what would the other do.

3. Malia and Troy (Wake the Dead)

These two know each other deeply. Twenty years of friendship and spending a lot of time together does that. Either the question is about favourite passtimes or pet peeves, or deep meaningful questions about hopes and dreams, they would definitely nail it. I think the only things they wouldn't know about each other were about the secret love they kept from each other for so long, and since Malia never told Troy about past relationships he's totally in the dark there. I think the only times Troy would be at disadvantage is if they would be playing with another couple who was really into zombie killing, let's say @jerzwriter 's Zoe and Eli 😉 I can see the questions suddenly being all about favorite weapons or best time to face drones, and Troy would be like "well," *head scratching* "crossbow? You even sleep with one close..." and "best time? never?" and Malia would just explain about the advantages of a machete or something, and "Oh! Blades" she would ramble about swords forged at Ironmount and in the end she gives up saying she can't actually pick one and Eli and Zoe would join that conversation about best weapons to each terrain and somehow one of them would suggest they could try some axe throwing... And Troy would sigh *these people can't have fun* and drink his beer 🙄 though on a second though drunk axe throwing does sound like fun. He could make a wager on who would hit the target while blindfolded.

4. Zoe and Colt (Ride or Die)

They would totally suck at this game. Colt specially, most of his assumptions are absolutely wrong about Zoe. They don't know each other's favorite subject at school or best childhood friend's name, but they say they know each other in what matters. The game usually helps them find out things they didn't know about each other, and even if Colt say it's lame, they enjoy playing it only the two of them.

5. Olivia and Damien (Perfect Match)

They absolutely nail this game. They know each other, they learned about each other profoundly over the years even with Damien being so closed off, plus they are too competitive to lose. If they play with other couples like Nadia and Steve, they are absolutely invested in the game like that one Will and Grace episode and equally obnoxious about being so knowledgeable about the other. They like the games, but they love winning more.

Thanks for the ask! It was really fun ☺️

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missameliep · 7 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @lorirwritesfanfic ☺️ and please ignore how long it took for me to reply Your WIPs are so amazing! I can't wait to read them!

I'm sharing two WIPs of mine:

1. Untitled Wake the Dead one-shot based on a prompt sent by @jerzwriter - pairing: Malia Jones (MC) x Troy Hassan

Being chased triggered Malia’s brain in survival mode. Adrenaline and pure will make her muscles climb another set of stairs and the next one. No amount of exercise at the colony could have prepared her for this. Breathe, she reminds herself, breathe. Dashing up, Malia reaches the next flight of stairs, barely catching a glimpse of the number six lying on the floor. Six. That’s the number of arrows shot and undead put to rest for good before a blur in her peripheral vision obfuscated everything. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs and her body landed on a pile of debris. A sharp pain on her right arm didn’t stop her from kicking it back, making the decayed corpse reel back, and allowing enough space for the metal tip of the arrow to sunk deep into an eye socket and exit through the back of the drone’s head. Her brain didn’t register getting up or running. Next thing she remembers is the bang of the heavy metal door against the wall when she dashed, hisses and snarls following too close... Heart pounding in her ears, almost muffling the sound of her own steps and those of her chasers, she climbs another set of stairs. She can’t keep going three steps at once, but slowing down in not an option either... Faint growls and dragging of feet echo bellow. There is no need to turn around to know she’s gained on them and is out of reach of the horde. At least for now. Tenth floor. Ten. That’s how many days passed since they barely survived the surge.

2. Stargaze (working title) - Wake the Dead oneshot / pre-book's events

After skipping classes and playing dares half the day, they found themselves lurking in the hallway, trying to catch glimpses of the small room the guards lounged between their shifts. “You sure that’s the key?” Troy pointed at a large key dangling from one of the key holders at the back wall. “Positive,” Malia whispered. “I saw De Luca taking that one.” “Ok.” He watched the movement inside for another moment and motioned for her to retreat. Leaning his back against the wall, Troy tipped his head up, looking at a flickering lamp while contemplating a plan. Just a few inches away, Malia did the same, mimicking his position. Without looking at her, he instructed, “I’ll sneak in there and you stay here.” “Of course. It’s my dare, you got to work for it.” “Why you want this anyway?” She chewed on her lower lips, then smiled. “Stars.” “What?” His eyes darted to her face, and she averted her gaze, suddenly interested in her worn sneakers decorated with many colorful doodles. “I want to see the real stars. And the observation deck in the top is… perfect for that.” “And what’s in there for me, Jones?”

Tagging: @princess-geek @noesapphic @aallotarenunelma @jerzwriter @lilyoffandoms (feel free to ignore)

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missameliep · 2 years ago

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The Next Chapter (Wake the Dead - Troy Hassan x MC)

Book: Wake the Dead

Pairing: Troy Hassan x Malia Jones

Characters: Malia Jones (MC), Troy Hassan, Shannon Fox, May.

Rating: M (see notes bellow)

Word count: ~3.900

Summary: After the colonies survive the second surge, Malia and Troy make a hard choice, but one they are not going to regret. On the contrary.

Notes:

English is not my first language;

Characters belong to Pixelberry, except OC;

I don't know if we learn how old May is in the book, but I HC she's around 6/7yo, so she's 13/14yo in this story;

This fic was inspired by an ask from a lovely anonymous reader and is my submission to @choicesdecember2022 - day 7 - Question…? | kiss | middle of the night (thanks for hosting it @peonierose);

Trigger Warning: pregnancy; mentions of miscarriage; mentions of zombies; mention of a minor character death; non-descriptive mentions of medical procedure; kissing and make out; language; readers discretion advised;

The events from this fic take place 7 years after the end of the book.

“Sorry! You want me to do what?” The chair squeaked when Shannon abruptly turned around to face Malia in that small improvised space that functions both as hospital and lab, where she spends most of the hours of her days.

Fighting a laughter, Malia repeated slowly, “To remove the implant.”

The other’s gaze darted to her face, while her brain was possibly searching for any rational explanation for such an odd request. Her voice dropped to a whisper, despite the fact nobody was around, “Why? Are you experiencing pain? If you are, we can run some tests.”

This time Malia didn’t hold the laughter, remembering some of the weirdest conversations of her entire life – which is quite an accomplishment considering her frequent visits to the lab to assist on Shannon's research on drones, and the autopsies of the weirdest specimens they got ahold of that she assisted.

“Right now, no pain. But if those ladies at weaving mill were not trying to scare me, I can expect a lot of pain in my future.”

Shannon’s eyes widened and she stared in confusion. For the past eight years, since Malia broke that glass window to rescue the scientist, their friendship bloomed, they taught one another, shared secrets and had each other’s backs countless times... However, even after all these years – or because of them –, Malia wasn’t able to teach her dear friend to relax and not assume any minor complaint or request from her might hide a terrible illness that will leave her all alone again – no matter how many times she assured her even if she were gone, the colony has plenty of people who care for her. There was no time to revisit the subject now and the other's jaw tensing that much wasn't fun to watch.

Malia decided to cut her some slack and go straight to the point, “I want a baby.”

“Oh!” Shannon’s deep brown eyes widened and it was almost possible to hear the engines turning inside her head.

“You can do it, right?” she pressed, eager for a confirmation.

“Of course. It’s supposed to be a simple procedure: a small incision to remove it from under your skin and two stitches to close it.”

“Great! You’re free to do it now, right?” Malia clapped her hands and proceeded to remove her t-shirt, already knowing nobody else was coming for the doctor this time of the day.

“Don’t you have questions before we start?”

Malia shook her head, already picturing the three kids she and Troy talk about during late night shifts on watch or long trips to explore the cities they get their supplies from. He even suggested some names if they were all boys; she still hasn’t figured out why the names Huey, Dewey, and Louie are so hilarious and make him bend over with laughter.

“Are you aware of the aftereffects? Once you remove the implant, the hormonal doses will cease, and your body will go through changes. You’ll experience menstrual periods, for instance. There are reports of immensely painful experiences and some conditions that might require painkillers and medical attention.”

“Again, the mill ladies made sure to share all the gross details. So, you can check that box,” she said pointing at the clipboard over the desk where Shannon writes down information about the patients and keeps a checklist that makes her less anxious about forgetting important information she must tell the patients before actually doing any procedure. Unless it is emergency care, she believes people should have a saying on their treatment and information makes people less scared of what they will be facing.

Malia knows by heart that speech that justifies her caution. Shannon is a scientist, but necessity turned her into basically a one-woman medical team, fortunately an excellent and empathetic one, and the perfect professor to train others to deal with healthcare in the colonies.

Taking a deep breath, Shannon put the pen down and got up.

“Alright. If you already researched the side effects and are sure... We can start.”

Walking to a corner of the room, she soaped and scrubbed her hands. The scent of the sanitizer reached Malia’s nostrils, already seated at the edge of the gurney.

“It might take weeks for the hormonal levels in your body regulate,” Shannon’s words were punctuated by the light clinking of metallic items, while she fished them from a drawer. “I can run some tests in the meantime.”

“Only if you swear not to treat me like your drones...” Malia joked, and the other shoulders shook with a quiet laugh while she prepared the instruments.

“Next time, I’ll go with you and Troy to that library you mentioned. I need to research some medical books so I can know exactly the required hormonal levels, and how to keep the embryo viable until the insemination.”

“The what?”

“Embryo is the technical term for the fertilized egg that will become your baby. Or babies. Because of the odds we must implant at least two or three.” Shannon smiled to herself with the idea and turned around to face her and continued the explanation.

Now it was Malia’s turn to get confused.

“I’ll need to run some tests on Troy too, assuming he will be the donor.”

“Donor? Oh! Wait!” Malia waved her hands, finally recovering her ability to speak. “No need to help us in that whole conceiving part, we’re doing this Old-World style.”

The other’s eyebrows raised momentarily, and she took a deep breath, letting the information sink in. “So, I suppose my help won’t be necessary then...”

“If all I heard is true, I’m sure I’ll need a lot of help from you. Specially with the actual giving birth part. No way in hell I’m pushing a watermelon-sized baby through my vagina while sober. So, you better come up with a lot of drugs. And I’m talking about drugs potent enough to knock down a horse, darling!”

They laughed together and Shannon asked Malia to lie still, while she filled a syringe with the content of a small vial.

“Maly, I will do all I can to help you. I’ll research the best birthing methods. We’ll have months to prepare. Don’t worry.”

Shannon averted her gaze and took the syringe.

“If you get pregnant.” She paused and focused on cleansing her hands with sanitizer. “At the lab I saw the rates and the reasons in vitro fertilization was the chosen method to all births in the facilities. Besides the lower rates, there are higher chances of malformation and spontaneous abortion during the first weeks and –”

Malia sat up and rested a hand on her shoulder interrupting her speech.

“We’ll take our chance. You and I were conceived the old way and we turned out alright, didn’t we? Well, you more than alright, considering that you combine a genius brain with that face of yours!”

A giddy giggle escaped her lips and a smile rounded Shannon’s reddened cheeks, and she resumed the tasks. Using ice to numb and an almost insignificant fraction of a dose of anesthetic despite Malia’s protest to not spend precious resource on her.

“I’m used to pain.”

“We have enough, don’t worry,” Shannon said, holding the syringe. “You’re not scared?”

“About that huge knife you’ve got over there? Definitely!”

“Scalpel. And that’s the smallest...” she smiled softly. “And you know what I mean...”

“I’m terrified!” A chuckle rumbled in her chest. “But in a good way. Troy and I want this so much. We have talked about having a baby for years... We barely survived the first surge... But what we learned about the hives and how to get rid of them before the surge. All things considered, the second one was way smoother and I have hope things are getting back on track. There are fewer hordes now, the scouts from every colony reported; and some days are so quiet that you can almost hear the world healing. I believe one day zombies will go back to being scary tales people use to trick children into eating their veggies.”

Shannon nodded.

“The night before the surge we talked about this... And decided it was time. I turned thirty-three last month and the colony is stable. I think I could take some time to lay low without letting people down...”

“You never let anybody down.”

“You know what I mean...”

“And you can count on us.”

“I know. I can already imagine you guys helping us out. Aunt Shannon will teach the baby all the cool science stuff –”

“Aunt Shannon? I like the sound of that!”

“– and Uncle Eli will craft a tiny bow and arrow and make little charts and our baby will have the neatest crib around... And we’ll keep an eye on cool aunt Angel, so she won’t teach them how to blow things up before they are old enough... Like five or six.”

They both chuckled, and Shannon smiled thoughtfully.

“And May will be the greatest big sister...”

“She will.”

“Have you told her?”

Malia’s eyes squinted, and Shannon couldn’t tell if it was from physical pain or stirred by her question.

“We better wait till we’re sure... I don’t want to hype her and then... let her down again. She’s not being herself since Feather passed away...”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything about the rates...”

“Hey! I’m a newbie in this whole pregnancy thing... and there ain’t a lot of reliable sources... so I need you to be honest with me. Promise?”

Malia offered the pinkie finger and Shannon linked hers.

“Always.”

The soft clink of the small device when it fell into the metallic tray marked the beginning of a new unfamiliar chapter of her life. But Malia hoped it would be the best yet.

Lying on the grass side by side, Troy and May were in identical positions: arms bent, hands pillowing their heads, long legs stretched, and eyes focused on the blue sky above.

When did they become so alike?

Faces bathed by the soft golden glow, their eyes followed the clouds turning shades of orange and pink; fingers pointing while they probably guessed the forms, they resembled, a game the trio often plays together.

Like the apple trees in the new orchard, may grew taller last spring. The roundness of her face, immortalized in the drawing Malia hung on their cabin wall, had disappeared, and her voice lost the honeyed childlike melody, becoming hoarser. She’s growing up into a sweet troublemaker teen that still hangs with her adoptive parents, loves storytelling – Troy has most of her favorite tales and anecdotes –, gets excited with little things like new blooms each spring, making flower crowns and riding horses, but also carries too many scars in her young soul but somehow she never lets the sadness drown the happiness glowing in her eyes.

With a spring on her step, Malia crossed the remaining distance and knelt in the small gap between them. First, she kissed the girl’s forehead, who smiled, then turned around to gently press a kiss to Troy’s shapely lips. However, the man had other plans. Encircling her shoulders with his free arm, he pulled her down, turning the sweet gentle peck into a passionate kiss. Maybe too passionate to be given in public. But he always has a little trouble following etiquette when it comes to Malia.

“Gross!” May cried and covered her eyes with one arm. “Get a room!”

“Why is she sounding like Angel?” Malia whispered.

“I have asked myself the same. It’s either one of those Freaky Friday’s situation and we’re parenting a thirty-year-old woman with an unhealthy kink of blowing stuff up or this is a bad case of teenager...”

“Hey! I can hear you!”

“Good! It means your hearing is fine. Keep it like that!”

They laughed and May rolled her eyes for good measure, but a small barely there smile pulled at the corners of her lips. A hint the little girl still lives inside the 5’3 teenager.

“So...” Troy’s gaze and undivided interest returned to Malia. “Did you do it? Is it gone?”

Malia pressed a finger to his lips and with a nod signalled May’s presence, and discreetly raised a thumb in a positive sign.

“Then what are we waiting for?” he asked already pulling himself up in a swift motion.

Despite knowing it was impossible to get pregnant this soon, Malia laughed at his excitement, and allowed him to hold he held her hands to pull her up. Nobody knows when the apparently peaceful day can turn into a nightmare, and she shouldn’t pass the opportunity to just be happy, silly and hopeful – and let him fuck her brains out.

“Hey! Where are you going?” May cried, and they whirled around giggling.

“Getting a room!” Troy replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Eww! I’m a child! I don’t need to know that!”

“But you asked!”

“Can I stay with Angel and Luna tonight?”

“Sure, sweetie,” Malia said. “Don’t forget the rules!”

“Brush my teeth, keep it down and don’t blow things up – unless absolutely necessary.”

“Love you!” Troy and Malia cried back in unison and blew her a kiss.

Giggling like mischievous children , they darted towards the small cabin holding each other's hands.

While they sprinted through the field, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of honeysuckles blew through the taller grass blades creating green waves.

Life is good, Malia read in Troy’s eyes the same thought that crossed her mind.

Before the door closed behind them, Troy’s hot mouth was already on Malia’s neck, sucking on her skin.

“Eager much?”

“Don’t shame me for being a hundred percent devoted to a cause,” he whispered into her ear and nibbled at the earlobe. “Pants down.”

“So bossy.” She laughed while kicking the sneakers off her feet. His white t-shirt joined them on the floor.

“I’ll make you come and put a baby in your belly.”

His bare chest pressed against her back while his hands explored his favorite curves on her body.

“Hey, careful,” she said while moving his hand away from the bandage on her lower abdomen and up to the curve of one breast.

“Sorry,” he breathed and promptly used said hand to grab her breast over her clothes, while the other fiddled with the buttons of her denim pants. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No worries. I’ll be patient,” he whispered against her neck. “We won’t leave that room until there’s a baby in the oven.”

“Don’t you dare!” She crashed her lips to his in a passionate kiss and pushed him towards the bedroom.

While they blindly moved together, she pulled away from the kiss momentarily. “Shannon said we have to be patient. It can take a while for my body to be ready.”

“What?” she asked in shock, and he placed a hand over her stomach.

“This oven. Old World slang.”

“That’s creep.”

“I like the analogy.”

“Anyway. If I can get pregnant. Shannon will run some tests to be sure...”

He spun her and pressed her back against the wall. “Good luck to not end up like one of those corpses in the lab.” He chuckled pulling her t-shirt over her head, and kissed his way down her neck to the valley between her breasts.

“Don’t think for a moment she won’t poke you too.”

“Why?” He raised his face and looked up. His eyebrows knitted together so closely, that scrunched his forehead. “Didn’t you tell her we’re doing this Old-World style?”

“I did, but she wants to help.”

“Well, she can always join us. I won’t kick her out of the bed...”

She glared and punched his bare shoulder.

“Hey! What’s that for?”

“For being the wrong kind of horny now!”

“It’s a joke!” he chuckled. Hands on the curve of her lower back, he pulled her close, but she playfully shoved him away. Pretending not to be eager to see the rest of his clothes joining the growing pile of discarded ones on the floor. “You love my horniness. It’s my best feature!”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

It’s so not.

There’s so much she loves about him, but she won’t inflate his ego any more.

“Are you forgetting I was the one who suggested being exclusive?”

“You were jealous of how many people worshipped me...”

“I’m so not the possessive type –” He moved closer and in one swift motion his hands slid inside her jeans and underneath her panties and firmly palmed her ass. Malia shivered and let him pull her closer again to whisper in her ear. “– And you know you are the one and only for me, Maly.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

“Do you now?” she teased.

“When have I not?” He kissed one cheek and then the other. “I loved you before I knew what love was...”

She inhaled deeply and allowed his lips to trace the curve of her neck, and her heart fluttered.

Malia and Troy aren’t fluent in feelings. They won’t compose songs or deliver long speeches about their undying love. But whenever they do talk about their feelings, they mean it. They mean everything to each other.

“I love you too,” she whispered against his black hair, while holding him tighter. Her heart so full of love. “Let’s make some cute babies!”

“Don’t ask me twice,” he said pulling her legs up to encircle his bare waist, and kicked the door closed. “In the blink of an eye, we’ll have a trio of loud kids quacking around our home!”

He laughed and stared at her smiling but unknowingly expression while he carried her to the bed.

“Seriously?”

“Excuse me?”

“I can’t believe you still didn’t get it.”

“Can I hold him now?” May’s voice came as the softest whisper as if scared not only to wake up the baby but disturb the order of the entire universe. “Please?”

Her pleading drew Malia’s attention away from the baby in her arms.

For the past several minutes she has been practically hypnotized by him quietly sleeping in her arms, oblivious to the two sitting on the bed at each of her sides, welcoming the baby into their little loving awkward family. There were so many emotions in her eyes and face that shone despite the weak flame from the only small lamp Troy put beside the bed.

Nodding, Malia passed the baby to the eager arms and helped May hold him steadily.

She didn’t need to tell her to be gentle, because she touched him as one of the delicate seedlings she cultivates. Her fingers ran through the black and thick hair that looks almost like a wig on the top of his little head, and gently stroked the side of his face, drawing them along his chubby cheeks. His lips drew together like he was ready to have another go at his mother’s breasts for another dose of milk, but his eyes remained closed shut, and a serene expression returned to his face as he continues to sleep.

Malia and Troy shared an affectionate look and he leaned his head on her shoulder and rested his hand over hers.

“You should be resting. Doc’s orders,” Troy whispered. “I can take him to the crib and keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll help,” May offered.

“Five more minutes.”

“You said that half an hour ago...”

“How do you expect me to sleep now that he’s finally here?”

“You’ll regret it when you’re low batt and a parade of visitors come to meet the baby first thing in the morning...”

“Another reason I can’t sleep: we have to name him.”

“What about Huey?” Troy could barely stifle his laughter with the back of his hand.

“We’re not naming our son after a cartoon duck!” Malia snorted, and this was definitely the reaction he was expecting all-along.

“Took your sweet time to figure it out!”

“Not all of us are obsessed with Old World’s stuff..."

“That’s called culture.”

May shushed them and they smiled.

“Any suggestion?” Malia whispered.

“I like Cedar,” May said, “and Knox.”

“Knox,” he said and hummed in consideration. “I like it. But don’t you think he looks like a Neo?”

“Neo means new,” May said softly, “And he is the first baby to be born in the new colony. Very symbolic.”

“And it’s the name of that cool guy with shades who got out of the Matrix to save the world.”

“Hero name. Rad!”

“Isn’t it too much pressure to a little baby?” Malia pondered.

“Our baby is destined to do great things,” he said softly. “Also, it’ a short name. If he turns out to be dumb, he won’t have a problem learning it.”

“Man! That’s so mean!” Malia elbowed him. “How can you say that about our baby?”

Laughing, he held her hand. “It’s a joke. How can he not be awesome if you made him yourself?”

“We made him.”

She leaned her head over his, and asked softly, “Do we all agree with Neo?”

“It’s not as great as Cedar... But I like it.”

Birds chirped and through the window shutters warm spots of sunrise peppered the opposite wall.

Breathing quietly in her sleep, May’s long dishevelled hair had fallen over and covered her face. Malia’s fingers pulled them back and after pressing the softest kiss to her temple, she rolled over, getting out of the bed. The painkillers were wearing off and she desperately needed to pee. After taking care of both needs, she found the crib empty.

In the other room, where they do basically every other activity that is not sleeping – and making cute babies –, Troy was sitting on the improvised couch which was basically an old mattress over a wooden structure covered with throwing pillows and a nice quilted blanket she and Eli made on their spare time two winters ago.

Eyes closed, Troy covered his shoulders with the blanket and held the sleeping baby against his chest.

Malia leaned against the wall and smiled at the scene.

“Why are you up?” he asked without opening his eyes. “I got it covered.”

“I know. I was just appreciating the view. Never imagined you could look hotter,” she teased.

The man’s eyes fluttered open, and his smirk turned into a full grin, “Haven’t you heard? Being an awesome father is the new sexy.”

“Definitely,” she said sitting beside him carefully to not disturb the baby’s rest.

“Have you got any sleep?”

“Sleep is overrated.”

Troy rested his head against hers, and asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted. Sore. Happy. Like a badass for delivering this awesome baby... 75% amazing, 24% tired and 1% terrified it’s a dream...”

“It’s 100% real.”

“Hmmm... That is exactly what Dream Troy would say...”

He chuckled and raised his head to meet her eyes.

“What can Real Troy do to convince you it’s all true?”

Malia smiled, and her gaze moved from his affectionate brown eyes to the baby in his arms, lightly wheezing in his sleep. It has just been a few hours, but her heart is so full of love for this child and this urge to protect him. How can it be so?

“Real Troy can give my beautiful baby back so I can smell his head again... and nurse him. That would be great.”

Smiling, Troy leaned and let Malia carefully take Neo from his arms. The baby yawned and his eyelashes fluttered but his eyes remained closed. Malia sniffed the top of his head and smiled, before offering one nipple that was readily taken by an eager and tiny toothless mouth.

“Anything else, mama bear?”

“You can kiss me and get some sleep.”

Troy kissed her lips but didn’t go to bed. He fell asleep leaning over her shoulder, and Malia closed her eyes too, enjoying this happiness.

Sometimes this world isn't shitty, sometimes life is good. Just like now.

#wake the dead #troy hassan #troy hassan x mc #shannon fox #choices fanfic #tw: pregnancy #tw: minor character death #tw: zombies

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Miniseries: Safe

Book: Wake the Dead

Summary: After two decades living in the New World and with major threats looming on the horizon, Troy Hassan reminisces about his childhood, life and what being safe means after the end of the world came, and about his relationship with the Jones' sisters, Malia and Brynn.

Chapters: 6

Series status: Completed

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In Your Arms - Tyril Starfury x Arwen (F!Elf!MC)

Book: Blades of Light Shadow Pairing: Tyril x Arwen (f!Elf!MC) Summary: A late night at Undermount, after Adrina's engagement, a delicate subject is posed and Tyril and Arwen will have to make a decision about their futures. Word count: ~3.3k Rating: Teen and up Notes: No warnings. Based on this ask by my dear @princess-geek and the prompt from day 14 : gold | pi | shapeshifter of the March @choicesmonthlychallenge

Flames dance, casting a golden light over the elves’ features who seek warmth by the hearth during a particular cold night at Undermount. The only other sound besides the crackling of the fire is their conversation about Adrina’s impending marriage.

Being alone like this, next to the fire and having one another so close, remind them of many late nights at camp.

Though, no camp could match the comfort and luxury found at the Starfury’s home, and very few things in this life might be as soft as the thick rug where they are sitting. Making herself more comfortable, Arwen's back presses against Tyril's chest. Revelling on the closeness he pushes her hair aside, giving him full access to her bare neck.

“Tonight was merely the first step..." Tyril explained, whilst peppering kisses on her neck as soft as his voice, "From this moment on, Adrina and Vaeril must undergo different trials until their betrothal is confirmed...”

“But why?”

His raven black eyebrows raise in unconcealed astonishment.

However, considering who was asking, it wasn’t an impertinent question at all. After the wars, Arwen might have decided to settle with him at Undermount, but, in spite of her thirsty for knowledge, growing up amongst humans made her ignorant of most of the Elven civilization’s practices.

“To prove they share great Kilvali.”

“Isn’t Kilvali like love?”

“Not quite the same...” He paused and pondered on how to explain something that is obvious to their kind, but not to her. “It is a strong bond. A sort of compatibility when shared by two elves is greatly desired, specially when it comes to joining Great Houses and forming stronger alliances.”

Twirling a lock of his long hair around her fingers, she mulled in deep consideration.

“And how does one even prove that?”

Leaning closer, his chin reposed on Arwen’s shoulder; her hair tickled his face when she tilted her head to steal a glimpse of him and listen to the words coming out of his mouth about the Elven wedding traditions.

As an outcome of their movements, the blanket slipped from her shoulder.

Without pausing his detailed explanation about the month of isolation, his hand deftly pulled the edge of the blanket upwards. Aiding him in the process, her fingers lightly brushed his whilst covering her shoulder.

Her touch makes the corners of his lips curl up and his mind loses the train of thought for almost as much time as the big hand in the ancient clock takes to complete its rotation.

“What was I saying?”

Amused, she guided his hand to rest on her thigh.

“You were about to tell me all the delightful activities the couple engage during isolation...” she teased and a flow of blood colored his cheeks in a purple shade.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Not your sister, of course,” Arwen said innocently, “She will absolutely not do any of that.”

“That is not what... The isolation does not serve that purposed... and –” he paused, and recomposed himself. Her sense of humor sometimes is a bit too much for him to keep up with. “You tease me.”

“Always.” She chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Besides, Kilvali and Dinvali –”

“It’s rare to share both,” she completed his sentence. “We were amongst the very few blessed...” She winked at him. “Go on, and tell me, after the isolation, if they don’t kill each other or die of boredom, are they done? Can we have a party and get completely sloshed with honey wine?”

“Afterwards, they must journey to Undermount’s depths.”

She whistled. “Pleasant place. Guarantee of a good time.”

A snort of laughter was muffled against her shoulder, and he let his thumb caress the side of her neck.

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What if some of our favorite series in the Choices fandom were books? What the covers would look like? Would they have special editions? Hard covers? Covers portraying the actors who portrayed the characters in the movie/series adaptation?

Fanfic Writer's Appreciation Day had me wondering about this and I'm starting something here...

The first one is Meant to Be by the talented Lori and I have a couple more planned.

1. Meant to Be by @lorirwritesfanfic

2. Unspoken Desires by @princess-geek

3. The Cursed Heiress by @noesapphic

4. The Greatest Con by @lorirwritesfanfic

5. For Love and Duty by @noesapphic

Bear with me and share your thoughts on the matter.

I'm tagging a few of you who might enjoy the idea: @princess-geek @noesapphic @lorirwritesfanfic @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @lilyoffandoms

48 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

Like Poetry – Blades of Light and Shadow – Tyril Starfury x f!human!MC

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Nayeli (f!human!MC)

Characters: Tyril Starfury; Nayeli (MC); Nia Ellarious (the Priestess); Kade (the Bard); Imtura Tal Kaelen (the Princess) and Mal Volari (the Rogue).

Rate: Mature (Read notes)

Word count: 7k

Summary: More than three decades have elapsed since Tyril Starfury left Undermount and joined a party in their quest to save the world from the Shadow Court. Reminiscing about the time spent amongst humans, he ponders about life, friendship, love and time itself.

Notes:

• Story freely based on a prompt from @the-modern-typewriter, in bold is the part of the prompted used, which also inspired the title, and you can find the original post here;

• All characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them;

• TW: character death (not graphic but still 2 characters die), violence, and mature subjects that might be triggering to some readers;

• The name Nayeli is of Zapotec origin and means “I love you”, and I think it’s quite appropriate to the MC in this story;

• Events take place three decades after the end of book 1 and I'm experimenting with different things narrative-wise in this story, so feedback is appreciated ☺️;

• English is not my first language.

Time flows at its own pace.

Steadily.

Unstoppable.

Just like a river.

Always moving.

The apparent stillness of the surface sometimes tricks the eye, but time never stops; not even in those moments when it seems to stand still, like the first time Nayeli kissed him or when she confessed her love for him or whenever she cries his name when their bodies and souls unite in the most intimate expression of their love, it does not stop and one should not be fooled by it.

Impossible to block its path with a dam or slow it down. Impossible to press it forward either. The winds cannot change its course. Not even all the known magic in all the kingdoms can change that despite every attempt in doing so. Time never stops.

And that is the beauty of it. A beauty lost on Humans, the Elves used to say.

Humans seem to always be at war against time.

A war fated to be lost.

Not because of death, everyone dies, and everything shall perish eventually. Even the elves in their timeless grace shall meet their end. But humans, it seems, choose to focus on the losses and despair long before the end. Grasping for what’s impossible to hold, watching it slip through their fingers like sand, their eyes miss the true beauty of this world. The beauty in permanency. The beauty in order. The beauty that remains even when one is gone.

Prior to leaving Undermount, Tyril Starfury agreed with the scholars of his land: this behavior is nonsensical, why rebel against what cannot be stopped?

Time flows and Immortality is nothing but an impossible dream.

Nevertheless, more often than not these days, he wishes seconds would slow down and stretch indefinitely.

After three decades living amongst the humans, one could not ignore that the elf has learned too much about their ways – even if it is worth mentioning most of the knowledge about humankind was acquired against Tyril’s own will – and his mind and views about the world have changed. Evidently, they have not changed to the point to become foolish enough to go on a quest against time. Or death.

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