#Arcane mel

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x05 - “Blisters and Bedrock”

[ilikearcanenow]

That one song: 🎶My baby, my baby🎶 That is Ambessa's baby. MEL IS AMBESSA'S BABY. First and foremost.

This frame makes me feral.

the way her eyes aren't too wide nor too closed, like i can actually feel the concern and genuine worry rather than it just being shock.

It makes me so sad that Ambessa loves her so much but still lacks the ability to show it properly, she never learns.

This is the only scene where we have her being eye-to-eye with Mel, in a near embrace with her hand at her cheek, like a parent checking if their little child is okay after falling.

And the fact that she stays there for a moment, perhaps to relish that feeling for a couple of seconds before getting serious with the enforcers, because Mel IS her weakness, and she forces herself to pry away.

[bestwitchsam]

Mel Art

[lizweirdo]

If you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both the fox and the wolf ⚔️

[vidding-is-my-passion]

To ashes and blood

[rogue-io]

i eat her out n suddenly a beam of golden rays blind me♡ thank u mel

SOMEONE MAKE THIS. PLEASE.

[skeptical-lynx]

Mel Medarda

on twtr: https://x.com/skeptical_lynx/status/1885003490675617883?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA

on bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/skeptical-lynx.bsky.social/post/3lgxwpwkyyc2m

[00valentina-writes00]

Hiiii, is there any chance you can do something about Mel? X reader as fem as she is.🥺

If you don't feel comfortable with that, that's okay, thank you very much for all the art you give us.❤️

Gang- YES.

✞⛧ Basic Mel Medarda with a girlfriend headcanons ✞⛧

✞⛧ Mel is naturally drawn to your presence, your energy offering her a rare reprieve from the constant demands of politics. With you, she feels safe enough to shed her carefully constructed mask.

✞⛧ Despite her poised demeanor, Mel is surprisingly affectionate in private. She’ll run her fingers through your hair or gently trace patterns on your arm while the two of you talk late into the night. Her touches are deliberate, as though she’s memorizing the feeling of you.

✞⛧ She adores spoiling you. Whether it’s an elaborate piece of jewelry that matches her own gold accents or a tailored dress that complements her outfits, Mel loves seeing you shine alongside her. She’ll often say, “A woman of your caliber deserves nothing less.”

✞⛧ Arguments with Mel are rare, but when they do happen, her diplomacy can make her frustratingly calm. She’ll insist on discussing everything rationally, but her tone softens when she sees you’re upset, realizing her usual council strategies won’t work in matters of the heart.

✞⛧ While she’s a master of control in public, Mel can be surprisingly playful in private. She loves teasing you gently—about your expressions, your quirks, or how easily she can fluster you when she leans in too close.

✞⛧ Her artistic eye means she notices everything about you, from the way your eyes light up when you laugh to the way you carry yourself when you’re proud of something. Mel frequently sketches little portraits of you in her spare time, each one imbued with a tenderness she rarely shows to others.

✞⛧ Mel is fiercely protective. While she rarely resorts to overt displays of aggression, she has a way of making her enemies feel small with just a look. If someone disrespects you, they’ll quickly find themselves on the wrong side of her influence.

✞⛧ When she’s stressed or lost in thought, she often seeks comfort in your embrace. Resting her head against your shoulder, she’ll let out a soft sigh, whispering how much your presence grounds her.

✞⛧ Date nights are a blend of luxury and intimacy. One evening she’ll take you to an elegant dinner overlooking Piltover, and the next, you’ll share a bottle of wine on the balcony, her head resting against your shoulder as you both watch the city lights.

✞⛧ Though she is composed in public, she isn’t shy about showing subtle affection—a hand lingering on your back or her fingers brushing against yours during council meetings. It’s her way of reminding you that she’s always thinking of you.

✞⛧ Mel’s love for you is patient and enduring. She sees your relationship as a partnership, one where both of you inspire and support each other. To her, you’re not just her lover; you’re her equal and her muse.

✞⛧ Mel’s love language is a combination of acts of service and physical affection. Whether she’s drawing you a bath after a tiring day or running her fingers through your hair as you rest in her lap, she loves ensuring you feel adored and cared for.

✞⛧ Mel adores your thighs. They’re her weakness, and she’s not shy about letting you know. She loves how they feel under her hands—soft, strong, or somewhere in between. When you’re sitting beside her, she’ll absentmindedly trail her fingers along them, her touch featherlight but reverent.

✞⛧ Her obsession runs deeper than touch. She’s enamored with the way your thighs look in anything form-fitting, her gaze lingering appreciatively. If you catch her staring, she’ll smirk and say, “Can you blame me for appreciating art?”

✞⛧ Ahem…NSFW headcanons ✞⛧

✞⛧ Praise kink: Mel loves showering you with compliments, especially in the bedroom. Her voice is low and velvety as she murmurs, “You’re so beautiful like this, my love,” while guiding you exactly where she wants.

✞⛧ Power dynamics: While Mel leans into her role as a soft dom, she loves when you surrender control to her, trusting her completely. That mutual trust is what excites her most.

✞⛧ Teasing: She has a flair for dragging things out just to watch you squirm. Whether it’s taking her time with featherlight kisses or keeping you on the edge, she thrives on seeing you fall apart under her touch.

✞⛧ Oral fixation: Mel takes her time when she’s between your thighs, lavishing every inch of you with attention. She sees it as both worship and indulgence, the ultimate way to leave you trembling and breathless.

✞⛧ Bondage (light): She’s partial to tying your wrists with silk or pinning you down. It’s never harsh; it’s about keeping you grounded, making sure you feel safe and adored while she takes control.

✞⛧ Her strap is golden—sleek, elegant, and every bit as commanding as she is.

✞⛧ She enjoys the visual of it, the way it contrasts with your skin. Watching you beneath her as she moves her hips in perfect rhythm, her confidence unwavering, is one of her favorite sights.

✞⛧ Mel is incredibly attentive when using it. She’s always in tune with your body, adjusting her pace and angle to ensure she’s giving you exactly what you need. And she loves the sound of your moans when she gets it right.

✞⛧ Mel’s favorite position is you on your back, your thighs hooked over her shoulders as she takes her time savoring you. She loves the intimacy of it—how she can see every expression you make and feel your body react to her every movement.

✞⛧ She’s also partial to positions where she can hold you close, like straddling her lap. Feeling your body pressed against hers while she has full control makes her feel both powerful and deeply connected to you.

✞⛧ Mel is a soft dom (I said it. Don’t @ me) through and through. Her touch is firm but never harsh, her focus always on making you feel adored. That said, she knows when to push just enough to leave you breathless.

✞⛧ Mel has incredible stamina. She’s used to long nights and demanding situations, so she rarely tires easily. If anything, she thrives on taking her time, savoring every moment and ensuring you’re completely satisfied.

✞⛧ That said, once the night is over, she’s all about curling up beside you, her arms wrapped around you as she basks in the warmth of your shared intimacy. Even then, she might whisper, “Are you ready for round two, darling?” with a teasing smile.

[mekorios]

Posted a short Melvika Councilor one-shot yesterday because all I could think about was setting the two of them up for this 👇

[rockwgooglyeyes]

warning!! this gets really long lmao - talking about themes in Arcane season two - arcane season two spoilers, kind of obvious but need to clarify. i dont talk about shipping in this at all btw! i have ships i like but like that's not here nor there, not relevant for this imo

I was watching an Arcane analysis video and while I wouldn't really go out on a limb and say that "I know what season two was about" like the themes and stuff because the themes found in a work are, inherently, going to be subjective and up to audience interpretation, and obviously, I'm not going to say that "I know Arcane's themes better than anyone else," I don't, that's not what this is about, but I would argue that season two does have a few universal themes. Some of those are carried over from season one, being relationships and love in general, what we are willing to do for love, but there are some that are focused on more so in season two than in season one.

This might have been said before- I don't really touch the analysis/meta side of the fandom, so I am sorry if I'm retreading old ground. Additionally, while I don't think that season two was nearly as perfect as season one, I enjoyed both and I think they were both solid, enjoyable seasons. The writing in season two was not immaculate but it was not bad, either. If not held in comparison to season one, I doubt it would be judged so harshly. Nevertheless, that's a whole other can of worms, and one that I would really rather not open.

Back to the themes- my argument is that, if season one is about siblings (sisters specifically), trauma, and change, then I would say that sacrifice, love, and the consequences of death, are the main themes in season two. These are all themes that are present in season one (Vander's sacrifice for Violet & Powder, the consequences of Vander & Silco's deaths, love is relevant w/pretty much everything) but they are focused on more heavily in season two.

These in particular are seen but not limited to Jinx's sacrifice for Vi at the very end, Heimerdinger's presumed sacrifice for Ekko, (the more sacrifice oriented ones), Jayce choosing to save Viktor, Caitlyn's fixation on Jinx and her descent into tyranny, Mel being forced to kill her mother, and Singed's obsession with keeping his daughter alive (the consequences of death).

These are the themes that stuck out to me as the biggest because, while there are the more philosophical, overarching ideas of fate and evolution and the multiverse, that's not really something that is widely accessible and they are themes, yes but they are not through-lines for every character. I mean, the fate one could be argued, General Medarda fated to be taken down by family, Jinx and Vander both fated to die, Viktor fated to fail (unable to achieve Hextech dream of helping the undercity, unable to achieve glorious evolution), etc etc, and I would say that fate is probably the trickiest of these themes to really dissect because it is carried out as expected as many times as it is subverted. It's also not really what I am trying to address here lmao

I would argue that there is the consistent theme of the consequences of death, which I know is a little bit of a long theme, themes are supposed to be one word most of the time, but I can't just say that this is the theme of "grief" because it's not just grief. It is about what people do in response to the death of their loved ones. Arguably, that could be what the whole season is about, really. Jinx is reeling at the death of Silco and her starting the war with topside, she has a death wish and she wants to "repent" in a way for killing Silco and for choosing to embrace being "Jinx" which is something she doesn't see any way of coming back from. She finds a will to live in Isha, who gives her a purpose and a reason to stay alive, and that gives her the ability to eventually attempt reconciliation with Vi. Caitlyn is screwed up over her mum's death, trying to maintain the relationships she once had in the face of all of her new responsibilities as well as the war looming, and with her preexisting obsession with Jinx being twisted by her mother's death, she wages war on Zaun and attempt to locate Jinx. In this manic grief, she forces Vi to make decisions that Vi isn't able to truly make (asking Vi to become an enforcer) and she kind of ends up burning all of her bridges, irrevocably changed by her trauma. Which, y'know, fair. At the same time, Vi is dealing with the death of "Powder", finally giving into Ekko's philosophy and vowing to hunt down her sister, which she isn't really able to do without Caitlyn there as a guiding light because Vi is fragile as it is, so when that relationship implodes, she throws herself into the deep end to avoid having to actually think about anything. That's interrupted by Jinx and then both of the sisters face a twisted version of their father, Vander, and try to process that.

Viktor is one of the most difficult ones because his story is so deepy intertwined with Jayce's, they have separate arcs but they are woven so closely together that they are nearly impossible to discuss without mentioning the other. Viktor is fatally injured by Jinx's missile and Jayce breaks his promise to destroy the Hexcore and using said Hexcore to save Viktor's life. This is two different sides of the "consequences of death" because one, Jayce's actions are the consequences of Viktor's temporary death, he acted rashly and in desperation, in a successful attempt to save Viktor's life but on the other hand, it gets into the consequences of death because, why was Viktor saved instead of anyone else, such as one of the council members? Why save Viktor instead of Caitlyn's mother? The consequences of Viktor's death was Jayce once again showing how devoted he is to Viktor specifically, against all odds, and choosing to defy death for someone he loves, which against the natural order of things and directly sets off a series of events that Heimerdinger warned of, and also, that Viktor was scared of.

When he returns, Viktor is himself but he is influenced heavily by the Hexcore, at the same time. He isolates himself and creates the utopia he dreamed of making with Hextech thanks to the powers of his Hexcore. He drives Jayce away on purpose, at first, but the more people who are added to the Hexcore, the more detached he becomes and the less he is trying to distance himself from Jayce. Jayce goes through the whole multiverse shenanigans and comes back grimy and determined to stop Viktor.

The arc for Jayce and Viktor in this season kind of mirrors Vi and Jinx, a bit, with the way that Jayce keeps choosing Viktor over and over, similarly to Vi choosing Jinx over and over, and like Vi hunting down Jinx, Jayce has a period where he turns against Viktor. At the same time, it's different, because it's almost as if this is the same arc that Jinx and Vi could have had if Vi did shoot Caitlyn and play along with Jinx's rules, because Jayce is finally absorbed into the Hexcore with everyone else and resolves most of Viktor's conflict by not giving up on Viktor. By choosing Viktor over everything else. By telling Viktor that even if he can't achieve his dreams, that doesn't make him broken, that his imperfections make him beautiful.

Ekko's story around the themes, I think, is more about the way that the butterfly effect works, how little choices make a big different, and how things could have gone if only things were different, as seen in his multiverse episode. That ties into the consequences of death via showing what could have happened if Vi were the one who died instead of Vander, how that would have impacted their family and their relationships, how it changed the trajectory of the plot overall. Additionally, Ekko is one of the characters grappling with the most grief at the very end, having lost Heimerdinger, who was a mentor to him, and Jinx, who he loved.

It's fascinating how Ekko's story shows specifically his response to loss (Heimerdinger) was to take action, make a practical choice. But also, he latches onto one of the most important people in his life who is still alive, Jinx, and while he is focused on saving the world, he's devoting a lot of effort to restoring Jinx, too, which isn't exactly the most practical decision he could be making. Jinx is notorious for her volatility and Ekko has seen that first hand, yet, he pulls her out of the gutter and will not let her give up. So, while he's more tertiary when it comes to sacrifice plots (Jinx and Heimerdinger) but when it comes to love and the consequences of death, he's pretty focal, as his story ends up largely being about his love for Jinx, his love for the world, and how he deals with Jinx's death and Heimerdinger's death.

I don't want to talk about Heimerdinger I don't like him I don't care.

I could talk about Mel and her relationship with her mother as well, the way it parallels Caitlyn's relationship with her mother, but this post is long enough as it is, so if I talk about that, I'm saving that for another day.

[athanard]

guess who's my favorite

[aillan2410]

Twenty-fourth Day of Melsky: «Mel had fallen (and not only into the water) [pt. 1]»

Yeah, I decided to draw Sky as a nereid and Mel as a human. I feel like Mel would be a very wealthy woman while Sky would be just a random nereid with no influence and who'd be rather unimportant (not like in the little mermaid where Ariel was a princess)

I added some close-ups in case you want to see the details and also the drawing upside down so you can see Sky's face better. I know she doesn't look like her 😭😭😭 I just wanted to change her hair keeping her essence but it seems like I couldn't

Nevertheless, I hope you like it, and yes, I'm going to draw them more times because now that I have them, I need more of them

[hy6erion]

Hi! How are u doing?

May I request a Mel Medarda x female reader who has a natural kind of deep voice and is kinda insecure about it (cit me) and Mel likes it and if possible add a suggestive end?

Of course you don't have do this if you don't want to.

Remember to drink enough water and take care of yourself.

PS: It's my first time requesting something lol 🫠

𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 - 𝐌𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

⇢ 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞!! 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 (≧◡≦)

𝟏.𝟔𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

The first time Mel hears your voice, truly hears it, is at a gala in Piltover’s upper district—an event meant to soothe fraying alliances between merchants and the Council. She’s always been attentive, always noticing the small things about people before they ever realize she’s watching.

But your voice—your voice makes her pause.

Not because it’s loud or demanding, but because it’s the opposite. Smooth like the finest aged whiskey, a resonance that hums more than it speaks, deep enough to settle low in the bones. It’s the kind of voice that should belong to a ruler, a deity, someone carved into history.

Instead, you keep your head lowered when you speak, as if ashamed of the sound that drips from your lips.

Mel watches. She listens. And when the opportunity presents itself, she seizes it.

“You hesitate before you speak,” she remarks, wine glass in hand, golden adornments catching the candlelight.

You’re taken off guard—Mel Medarda is speaking to you. Not in passing, not in politeness, but to you. Directly.

“I—” Your voice betrays you, that same deep, rich tone curling around the single syllable.

Mel smiles, indulgent. “You hesitate because you think your voice does not belong in these halls.”

You stiffen, fingers tightening around the stem of your own glass. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“No?” She tilts her head, watching you carefully. “Then tell me—why do you let others speak over you when you have a voice that could command the room?”

You feel exposed, as if she’s peeled away the layers of careful restraint you’ve built over the years. “It’s just… different.”

“Different?” Mel echoes, amused. “Is that all?”

Your throat tightens. You don’t answer.

Mel hums, thoughtful. “It’s a shame, really. You hold back something so devastatingly beautiful.”

You almost laugh at that—almost. It’s the kind of effortless flattery Mel Medarda is known for, the kind that twists people around her finger. And yet, there’s something in her tone, something honest.

“You don’t have to humor me,” you murmur, sipping your wine.

Mel leans in, her presence deliberate, warm. “Who said I was humoring you?”

Your pulse betrays you, quickening beneath your skin. She notices. She always notices.

She doesn’t press further. Not yet. But that knowing smile of hers lingers long after the gala ends.

The Second Time

You don’t see her for weeks.

Not until a late evening at her estate, where political dealings and shifting allegiances have made the night long and tiresome. You’re not supposed to be here, not really—but the invitation was extended, and you were too curious (too drawn) to refuse.

She finds you on the terrace, watching the city below, wrapped in the quiet hum of the night.

“You disappeared on me,” she says, voice smooth as silk, stepping beside you.

You huff a soft laugh. “Didn’t know I was expected to stay.”

Mel turns, leaning against the railing, eyes studying you in that way that makes you feel entirely too seen. “Tell me something,” she muses, tracing a finger along the rim of her wine glass. “Do you hate your voice?”

You tense. The question is too direct, too knowing. “I don’t hate it.”

Mel watches you, and for a moment, the only sound between you is the gentle breeze rolling in from the cliffs.

“Then why do you flinch when you speak?”

Your fingers tighten against the railing. “It’s not like that.”

“It is,” she counters, tilting her head. “You hold back. You swallow words that should be spoken.”

You exhale slowly, rubbing a hand over your face. “I don’t know. It’s just—people notice. People expect something different when they see me.”

Mel’s eyes flicker with something unreadable. “And you hate that they notice?”

You hesitate. “I hate that it sets me apart.”

For a moment, Mel says nothing. Then, she steps closer, her warmth pressing into your space, her fingers skimming along your wrist in a barely-there touch.

“That’s where you’re mistaken,” she murmurs, voice low, intimate. “Your voice doesn’t set you apart. It sets you above.”

Your breath catches.

She takes the wine glass from your hand, setting it aside.

“You want to hide it,” she continues, voice like velvet, tracing the underside of your wrist with the tips of her fingers. “I want to hear more of it.”

You swallow hard. “Mel—”

She lifts a brow, amused. “Don’t stop now.”

It’s deliberate, the way she says it, coaxing, teasing. As if daring you to keep speaking just so she can feel your voice in the space between you.

Your skin prickles with heat. “You—”

Mel hums. “There it is.”

Your breath stutters. “You like my voice.”

“I love it,” she corrects smoothly, fingers trailing up your arm. “And I’d like to hear what it sounds like when you stop holding back.”

Your stomach tightens.

Mel watches, waiting. She’s in no rush, her patience a slow, agonizing pull.

“You—” Your voice nearly fails you, low, rich, curling around the words like something sinful. “You play a dangerous game.”

Mel smiles, slow and knowing, like a lioness that has cornered her prey.

“And you’re the one who keeps walking into it.”

Mel has always been patient.

She understands the art of the slow game-the build-up, the tension, the anticipation. She thrives in it, lets it weave through her interactions, lets people stew in the possibility of what she might do.

And right now?

Right now, she's letting you stew.

Your pulse is quick, your breath uneven, and yet you don't pull away from her touch. She can feel the hesitation, the sharp contrast between want and restraint.

"Tell me something," she murmurs, fingers brushing the inside of your wrist, light enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Have you ever had someone worship your voice the way it deserves?"

Your lips part, but no words come out.

Mel watches you carefully, golden eyes half-lidded, full of knowing amusement. "No? Then I have the honor of being the first."

Your throat tightens, heat curling low in your stomach. "Mel-"

"Again," she says, leaning in, lips dangerously close to the corner of your jaw. "Say my name again."

You swallow hard, pulse hammering against your ribs. "Mel."

The way her breath catches is almost imperceptible, but you feel it, feel the way her fingers tighten against your skin for just a second before she exhales, slow and controlled.

"There it is," she whispers, lips grazing against your jaw, just enough to make you shiver. "I could listen to you say my name forever."

Your head tilts slightly, instinctual, exposing more of your throat to her.

She doesn't move just yet-just lets her fingers trace the line of your arm, a featherlight touch that leaves heat in its wake.

"You're cruel," you murmur, voice thick, rougher than usual.

Mel smiles. "Am I?"

She lifts her hand, brushing her knuckles against your jaw before dragging a finger along your bottom lip. Your breath stutters at the touch, the sheer intimacy of it making your skin burn.

"Would you like me to stop?" she asks, voice low, velvet-soft.

The answer is immediate. "No."

Mel hums, pleased. "Then tell me what you want."

You hesitate. Not because you don't know-but because saying it aloud, in that deep, sultry voice of yours, feels too much like giving yourself away.

Mel sees it. Sees the way you war with yourself, the way your throat works as you try to form the words.

She steps closer, pressing her body lightly against yours, letting you feel the heat of her. "Don't hide from me now," she whispers.

You exhale sharply, fingers gripping the railing behind you. "I want you."

Mel lets out a quiet sigh, as if savoring the sound of your confession.

"Say it again," she murmurs, hands sliding up your arms, slow, deliberate.

Your stomach clenches. "Mel-"

"Again."

You shudder, the demand slipping under your skin, curling around you. "I want you."

She exhales, fingers sliding into your hair, tilting your head just so before she leans in, brushing her lips over yours. It's not quite a kiss-just the promise of one, lingering in the air between you.

"Good," she murmurs, her breath warm against your mouth. "Because I want you too."

And then she kisses you.

It's slow at first, teasing, coaxing, like she's savoring every second of it. Her lips move against yours with careful precision, deepening just enough to make your knees weak.

Then she pulls away, just enough to let you chase her, let you murmur something low and needy against her lips.

The sound makes her hum, pleased, fingers tangling in your hair as she presses herself against you more firmly.

"You sound divine when you let go," she murmurs, dragging her lips along your jaw, down to the curve of your throat. "I wonder what else I can make you say."

You exhale sharply, fingers digging into her waist as she presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.

Her hands move with purpose, slipping under the fabric of your clothes, fingertips grazing over bare skin, slow, unhurried. She's savoring this, savoring you, dragging out every little sound you make just to hear the way your voice trembles against her.

She likes it-likes the way your voice catches when she sucks lightly on the sensitive spot below your jaw, the way you murmur her name in that impossibly deep, honeyed tone that makes her stomach tighten.

"You should never hide this from me," she murmurs against your skin. "From anyone."

You tilt your head back, letting her mouth trail lower, your breath coming out in uneven, shuddering exhales.

Mel's lips curve into a satisfied smile.

She's only just begun.

[bestwitchsam]

Mel Medarda

[lullabyes22-blog]

I always wondered in the Mal de Mer AU if Silco would start looking, dressing, and acting more like his season 2 AU counterpart by opening himself up to love and trust from someone else other than Jinx

100% he would.

In fact, I headcanon that by the time his and Mel's marriage has hit the 5-year mark, he's at once twice as ruthless in the political sphere, but also a good deal more mellow in his private life. Given Mel's eye for fine fabrics and complementary colors, she'd absolutely spruce up his wardrobe beyond the usual red/black palette, with pretty flourishes of emerald green, teal, aubergine and royal blue. His wardrobe would also be a great deal less form fitting and constricted, and his shirts would have more open collars and flowy designs.

Plus, given Mel's penchant to entertain and to throw mixers for social mingling and political one-upmanship, he'd have to brush up on certain subjects like art, music, cuisine, literature so he can play a suitable host to her circle of friends.

In a lot of ways, she'd lend a very Venusian gloss and richness to his life.

But Silco is still, at his core, a creature of shadows. I can see him begging off at the midway point to go conduct business in the smoking room or at the card table - a realm of hard currency and clear-cut stakes that at least is his element - while Mel swans her way through the ballroom and cinches business mergers with a smile.

After the party, they'd share a drink on the balcony and toast to a mutually profitable evening <3

[agendercryptidlev]

give them a week and they would fix literally every problem in Piltover and Zaun