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[melmedarda]

@meljaymicrofics ⸻ red eye ⸻ wc: 929 ⸻ rated G

Mel hates long flights.

They are a waste of her valuable time, a time during which she finds herself ill just thinking about the distance between herself and the ground.

But, she finds herself on a plane, headed from Cecil B. Heimerdinger International airport back home. Back to Noxus, because her brother is dying. Or something like that. The phone call with Elora had been even more cryptic than the ominous text her mother had sent. All around rather concerning, the secrecy. The fear.

She is on a private jet, courtesy of Ambessa, because apparently her mother loves her just enough to spare her the horrors of flying coach, but not enough to actually care. Mel doesn’t like to think about it. Instead, she sips a bottle of champagne she finds nestled in an ice bucket beside her seat.

Mel had looked for flights. But there’d been none leaving early enough that weren’t fully booked. It seemed Noxus in the spring was a destination. Her family—her mother really, because no one within the family ventured outside her wishes—wanted her home at the earliest of times. Even if it means its a red eye flight. Mel doesn’t much mind; she’s not paying for it.

Several glasses later, she’s feeling rather bad for the pilot. It’s tough, flying so late (early????). She rises to her feet. Slowly, because she’s buzzed enough to feel pleasant and enough not to overthink the real reason behind why she’s coming home after 12 years away. About whatever is going on with her brother.

Mel walks slowly down the aisle to the narrow cabin door and peers in. First, the bright knobs and flashing radars fascinate her. She hasn’t been this close to an instrument panel in years.

There are two pilots. One of them a woman—Mel is pleasantly surprised and impressed, girl power and all that—her head a shock of pink. The other, is a man. A very handsome man, Mel observes from his side profile alone. She wants a better look.

“I know its rather late, but I’d like to apologize for the inconvenience of travel time,” she says by way of greeting. The man startles, the woman does not; both turn to look at her. And yes, he is quite handsome. With his perfectly coiffed hair, his honey colored eyes, his rich skin. Mel masters her reaction as he glances back at the IP and the windshield before him.

“Not a problem, Ms. Medarda.” The woman says, and Mel turns to face her. Gives her a small nod and a smile.

“Right,” her colleague says, and Mel’s eyes dart to him. “It’s a part of the job description.” And his smile is one Mel knows. It is a very careful, customer service type smile. She resents it immediately.

“To be at the beck and call of the wealthy?” The question escapes her lips before she can stop it, and Mel is surprised at herself; she’s not one to speak without thought to what she says.

He inhales deeply—a sound that echoes through the cockpit, a sound of patience, of control—and turns to face her. In her peripheral, she sees the other pilot’s grip on the yoke tighten. And Mel knows, then, that she’s messed up. She’s no better than they are, in the end, at the beck and call of her mother. She about to apologize, when he opens his mouth.

“It is our job to fly, Miss. And believe me, it’s a job we love.” The dark-haired pilot’s voice is strained when he speaks again, laden with a sort of distant passion. “It’s my pleasure to fly you this morning, but I’d appreciate if you returned to your seat for the remainder of the flight. For your safety.”

Mel hears a threat in his words—she’s heard threats all her life, fully dressed and thinly veiled. She nods and returns to her seat without a word. She should have settled for coach after all.

Later, she opens her eyes to find a stone-faced Elora standing over her. The sun has risen, and its too bright outside as Elora escorts her down the stairs and onto the tarmac outside the Medarda’s private hanger where inside, a dark limousine awaits.

The pilots stand at attention near the stairs, and Mel stands before them, significantly less drunk and more sincere. Elora pauses behind her. “I’d like to apologize to you both, for my careless actions. Please allow me to make it up to you. Allow me to treat you both to dinner,” she says, looking between them.

The pink-haired pilot cocks a brow at her. Runs her tongue over a lip piercing Mel had not seen earlier. “I would, but I’ve got a FaceTime call with my girlfriend this evening. But my friend Jayce, here, would be delighted to join you!”

Jayce does not look delighted, and Mel thinks he might positively hate her. Frowning, she worries her bottom lips between her teeth as she gestures to Elora for pen and paper. She scribbles her number onto it, looking up as his eyes dart away. So she places the paper in the other pilot’s hands. “Call me, and we’ll arrange something in the city at your convivence.” Mel smiles, turning away and marching towards the chartered car.

“He’ll be in touch!” the pilot calls after her, a grin in her voice.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Completed Works

All of My Love: Steddie (Steve POV) || ~1.1k words || rating M || cws: getting high || It's my boys being soft and falling in love over a week of Led Zeppelin || ao3

Confessions: Steddie (Eddie POV) || ~2.3k words || rating: T || cws: post-vecna, post-stancy, angst, robin buckley just being herself, not nancy wheeler friendly || ao3

Gentle Noise: Steve & Max (Steve POV) || ~1.6k words || rating T || cws: implied child neglect and abuse

Just the Girls: Robin and Max (Robin POV) || ~1.6k words || rating T || tags: depression, child neglect, platonic stobin, max and steve have a sibling relationship

Hear Me Out, Keep Me Guessing: Steddie (Eddie POV) || 2.5k words || rating T || tags: alternate first meeting, pre-S4, fluff and angst, Steve is the best babysitter || ao3

Immortal Eddie Munson (bittersweet): Steddie (Eddie POV) || 373 words || rating G || cws: none || As the Party ages around him, Eddie's reminded of how much he's loved.

Immortal Eddie Munson (hurt/no comfort): Steddie (Eddie POV) || ~1.6k words || rating E || cws: DEAD DOVE. All CWs are listed at the top of the fic PLEASE do not ignore them || Eddie watches his loved ones age and eventually leave him behind. This is an alternative telling to bittersweet.

Stuck: Steddie (multi POVs) || ~1.5k words || rating T || cws: dissociation, unlabeled neurodivergencies and mental illness || Steve and Eddie struggle to recover after a chaotic day with The Party || ao3

Tiger Club: Steddie (Eddie POV) || ~6k words || rating: M || tags: meet cute, single dad steve harrington, dustin and max are twins, teacher eddie munson, eddie and chrissy are best friends, fluff and humor || Unaligned pick up times force Eddie to meet all of the Harrington twins' family members except for their elusive Dad, and he's totally normal about it. Ao3

WIPS

The Babysitter Chronicles: Steve and The Party 5+1 || rating: T || ao3

A Desperate Fool: Steddie (Eddie POV) || rating: M || cws: hurt/comfort, break-up fic, rockstar!eddie regular guy!steve, Modern AU || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || ao3 (Homesick)

Steddie Microfic Master List

#QueenieWritesStories

Current brain soup ingredients include

Steve Harrington (Steddie)

Formula One (Carlando)

The Magnus Archives (JonMartin)

Lord of the Rings

The Locked Tomb trilogy (Griddlehark)

The Clone Wars (501st shenanigans)

Stormlight Archives (shakadolin)

Percy Jackson

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Over the Garden Wall

Arcane

What We do in the Shadows

Our Flag Means Death

Anything N.K. Jemisin writes EVER

[londondziban]

London's Masterpost

About Me:

☆ Hi everyone! My name is London or Dziban. I’m a 19 year old fanfic writer who posts over on ao3 when I have time. I'm a gay trans man who uses He/They pronouns!

☆ Stranger Things is my special interest!

☆ Fandoms I'm (actively) in and may post about: Stranger Things, Six of Crows/Grishaverse, The Maze Runner, Ghostbusters, Marauders Era, Bridgerton, PJO, The Hunger Games, Arcane, Scream, and Shameless (US)

They are me, I am them:

☆ Mike Wheeler ☆ Wylan Van Eck ☆ Newt (tmr) ☆ Dipper Pines ☆ Eloise Bridgerton ☆ Wirt (otgw) ☆ Katniss Everdeen ☆ Jo March ☆ Suzuki Shou (mp100)

☆ PSA: I am currently taking two final courses for my A.A.-T in English and I am preparing to move six hours away for my remaining years of undergrad. I have some stuff in the works, but my time to write for fandom is pretty limited. Please bear with me

Dziban's Writing -

WIPs:

Apple Juice and Peach Oneshot. Elmax/Elumax, background Byler. Coffeeshop Au Sequel to And At Every Table, I'll Save You A Seat Wake Up Call Oneshot. Byler. Ghostface AU. Caller Will, Killer Mike

Stranger Things Fics:

Not Just Another Birthday M. 1/1, 6,245 words. Byler–Mike Wheeler is turning 18 and he has some thoughts about it. Trick or Treat! G. 1/1, 2,371 words. Byler–Bylerween day 6 You Reminded Me of Brighter Days G. 1/1, 3,565 words. Byler–Bylerween day 3. May be continued Why's the Music So Loud? (Take It To the Lawn Now) M. 1/1, 3,185 words. Byler–Bylerween day 2 The Only Time I Ever See Him (Is When He's Behind Me in the Mirror)  M. 1/1, 9,417 words. Byler–Bylerween day 1. May be continued When the Days Were Long and the World Was Small T. 1/1, 2,478 words. Byler & Jancy–the horrifying ordeal of being caught having snuck out...by your sibling who also snuck out I'm Fine With My Spite and My Tears, and My Beers and My Candles M. 1/1, 2,185 words. Platonic Madwheeler–Post UD/Vecna And At Every Table, I'll Save You A Seat T. 1/1, 10,982 words. Byler–coffeeshop AU Snap Out of It T. 1/1, 5,687 words. Byler–Mileven gets Murrayed You Take My Hand and Drag Me Head First M. 1/1, 7,362 words. Byler–Mike has always been protective of Will A Crooked Love in a Straight Line Down T. 1/1, 1,610 words. Byler–MikeWillEl can't kill a single spider Holding Me Closer 'Till Our Eyes Meet G. 1/1, 1,768 words. Byler–Mike band AU Why They Lost Their Minds and Fought the Wars G. 1/1, 2,544 words. Byler–established relationship, domestic fluff I heard that you fell in love or near enough M. 1/1, 8,301 words. Byler–Post UD/Vecna

Marauders Era/Harry Potter:

Kiss me! (Tonight?) M. 1/1, 9,773 words. Rosekiller ft. Jegulus –Every year during the last week before hols break, mistletoe gets conjured to hang above the heads of people with unspoken affection. What do you do when you look up and realize mistletoe has been conjured to hang between you and your best friend? Well, you can ask Evan Rosier. Shears Microfic. 1,058 words. Trans Regulus–Sirius helps Regulus with his first proper haircut, background Jegulus Peppermint Microfic. 1,103 words. Established Wolfstar–Sirius cares for a sick Remus, mentions of established Jegulus and Rosekiller

[thefailedabortioon]

MASTERLIST for practically everything !!!

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Descendants

Harry Potter & Marauders

Remus/Sirius

Wicked — Summary: (Microfic) Sirius gets a howler from his mum, he runs off in embarrassment and Remus follows after him.

Prince — Summary: (Microfic) Remus and Sirius bid goodbyes to each other before departing; Sirius is a prince.

Brave — Summary: (Microfic) During a night of a full moon, Sirius is assigned to keep watch of Remus. Hurt/comfort.

Arcane

Stranger Things

[lilithisrunningwithscissors]

new intro!!

welcome 🍓

˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚ lilith/lizzy/lils -- he/him -- queer transmasc lesbian -- in my twenties

mother tongue: french -- infp -- gemini -- student in English language & litt -- vegan -- anarchist -- trans

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this is my main blog that I use mainly to reblog fandom stuff. I also write microfics sometimes.

nsfw can happen on this blog but I will always use a MDNI banner, feel free to block me if you’re uncomfortable.

asks are open and enjoyed but sometimes I see the notification and I forget to do them, please don't be vexed as I have a really bad memory!

please come to me if you wish to try out new names/pronouns for yourself, I'll very gladly refer to you this way in a conversation so you can see how it feels <3

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fandoms/things I like:

-> marauders (fuck JKR, everyone is trans🏳️‍⚧️) /wolfstar, jegulus, trans!regulus, marylene, the black brothers/

-> hozier /I slithered here, from eden.../

-> books /romeo & juliet, running with scissors (augusten burroughs), open water (caleb azumah nelson), les liaisons dangereuses (laclos), tipping the velvet (sarah waters)

→ music /david bowie, red hot chilli peppers, oasis, nothing but thieves, MCR/

-> video games /assassin’s creed odyssey, zelda TOTK, detroit: become human/

-> zelda

→ arcane

-> billie eilish

-> twitch /etoiles & horty/

-> batman

-> castle in the sky

-> scott pilgrim

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even if we haven’t interacted in a long time, i love your blogs! always always happy to see you on my dashboard!

to conclude: have fun today & don’t forget, protect trans kids 🤍

[nokwisi]

turmoil—viktor x reader / drabble please enjoy this micro-dose of angst, beautiful artwork + written letter courtesy of @arcanescribbles. thank you so, so much, you absolute darling of a person. I appreciate you beyond words, and I love your beautiful face. ❤

He thinks himself foolish, in that he’s willing to be distracted, willing to let his goals of a legacy slip from his fingers, emptying them to make space for something of a different kind of desire.

If it means being able to hold you in his arms, feel your breathing as though it’s his own, he may just let everything else go. He may just let himself die, so long as he dies in your arms; die knowing that he is ingrained within you, etched into the white of your ribs so that with every breath you shudder, heave, gasp—you feel him.

His legacy could be a painful thing, burning inside you with the longing to keep something never meant to stay, wanting the most from him in this life and the next—yearn and want and covet me, keep me close to your heart, let me ache there like a cancer you can never overcome.

He will give it to you, even if it kills him. It’s sick, heavy with guilt and selfishness and a twisted, blackened desire to leave his mark however way he can. Let him leave his mark on you, let his memory sear into every waking moment you spend without him, and let it ignite when he is there, so that all you are is burning, burning for him.

Remember me, if I give up everything I’ve ever wanted for you, if I let myself be forgotten in the grand scheme of things, remember me.

You can keep me a secret, you can hide me away in the palm of your hand and breathe me up in the deep shadows, but never forget me. I will give you everything that I am, I will let you piece me apart and take what you want.

I will lay shattered and blissful and aching from rapture, but I will be happy if when all is said and done, you leave me there with a sliver of me clutched to your chest.

[abbysfrenchbraid]

hiii, could u do this sentence with sevika?: ”i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice“ thanks and get well soon! <3

thank you for your request!

Sevika x gender-neutral reader, cw alcohol

You carefully balanced the tray on one hand, knocking on the door with the other. It was a gamble every time. Sometimes they heard you, sometimes the music was too loud. The Last Drop was filled to the brim tonight, laughter and the low buzz of a bass guitar filling your ears. The smoke was so dense you couldn’t see to the other side of the room. After a few seconds, you knocked again, harder this time.

The door was ripped open and one of Silco’s goons barked “What?!”

“Special order.” You rolled your eyes. If that asshole didn’t hurry up, you would still feel your wrist tomorrow. “For the boss.”

He let you through with a grunt. Sevika sat on the sofa, knees spread wide, leaning back against the worn leather. A cigar was dangling from the corner of her mouth as she studied her cards intently. You allowed your gaze to linger for a moment. She was a sight to behold, dressed in skin-tight brown leather and her red cloak. She didn’t even look up when you placed the aluminum tray on the edge of the table, careful not to disturb the laid-out cards. Three men were sitting on chairs around the table, leaning forward on their elbows and practically drooling with excitement as they waited for their boss to make her next move. You could practically feel the power radiating off Sevika as she calmly sat up and knocked some ash from her cigar into a tray.

You replaced the empty liquor bottle on the side with a new, corked one. It was filled with an orange liquid, her favorite. When you turned around to hand out the pints of beer you had brought along, everyone’s gaze quickly jumped up your body to meet your eyes. You swallowed down a snide remark and silently pushed the beer into their hands. Then you grabbed your tray with the empty bottle and left the room. Behind you, the players yelled in frustration as Sevika led a trump and won the round.

Later, as you were handing out shots of cheap spirit, you saw the henchwoman leave the back room and make for the toilets. Even after a bottle of liquor she still stood like a column, stone-cold and unwavering. Her cloak swayed behind her and allowed a peek at the perfectly pronounced V of her abs. You left your colleague alone at the bar for a moment, mumbling something about storage, and followed Sevika into the dim corridor.

You had no idea what you were planning, but it felt as if there was a magical pull drawing you after her. The women’s bathroom was just one room behind a closed wooden door. You debated waiting outside, but it felt too obvious. You entered the storage room at the back of the hallway and grabbed another bottle of Sevika’s favorite liquor, then you slowly walked back toward the toilet again. Just as you passed the door, it swung open. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Hey.” Sevika’s voice was dark red velvet. You turned to face her, fiddling with the bottle nervously.

“Hi.” You cleared your throat. “Having a good night?”

She leaned against the door frame, fixing you with her gaze. “Keeps getting better.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, giving her a shy smile instead. When you finally turned to go back to the bar, Sevika’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice.“ Her voice was even lower than before, her hand warm on your skin. You turned to face her.

Slowly, she pulled you closer, until your chest was pressed against hers. You sighed and knew she would feel your breath on her face.

“Tell me I’m wrong and I won’t mention it again.”

Her eyes were dark, her breath smelled like tobacco and heavy, herbal liquor.

“And what if you’re right?”

Suddenly courageous, you pressed in closer. Sevika lifted your wrist to her mouth and gently bit into the muscle beneath your thumb before soothing the spot with a kiss. Her eyes never left yours.

You took a quick look down the corridor, then you took a step forward and pushed Sevika back into the bathroom.

[m0srael]

The Pleasure of a Fleeting Year, Pt. 19

cw: grief

March 8th, 2017: Harry

Grief sounds like the hush of a body falling through arcane fabric; smells like the acrid singe of Fiendfyre; sounds like the squeak of a house elf’s last words; tastes like storm-tossed sea, and looks like bright blue eyes gone dim.

For Harry, grief feels like every inhale, every exhale.

*

March 8th, 2017: Draco

Potter is loud. He takes up so much air that Draco can’t breathe; fills an empty room so completely that Draco feels crowded.

In the moment, it sets Draco on edge, makes him yearn for still and quiet. But, in the still and quiet he only daydreams about the noise.

50 words x 2 for the song prompt: Car Radio by 21 Pilots. Especially this lyric: “I’m forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real.” I’m writing a continuous story in microfics for all of the 2022 @drarrymicrofic prompts, and this is the nineteenth installment.

Start Here ⭐️ Previous Part Here ⭐️Next Part Here

[lurking-latinist]

I'm a big fan of 48 & 49. For Doctor/Romana, obviously.

Obviously!!

48: Accidentally Married

49: Marriage of Convenience

well I did actually once write a microfic where they did get accidentally married and then couldn’t be bothered to get a divorce (because they both secretly wanted to stay married) so they just… never got around to it. So I guess that would technically be a marriage of convenience? in that it’s convenient? So I could just expand that microfic.

But I love political marriage of convenience situations, and I’d love to play with that too. So maybe a bit of ridiculous Gallifreyan politics—Romana, running for President, learns that for some arcane reason her House isn’t technically eligible for the position, BUT, fortunately, while traveling with the Doctor they did participate in various alien ceremonies which, put together, add up to the ancient Gallifreyan Exchange of Houses ceremony, so she IS eligible, SO THERE.

It’s all very passionless and technical, of course… until she has to call up the Doctor and explain why the Gallifreyan databanks now list them, without his knowledge, as legally bonded.

I think this would be mainly fluff and humor, with probably slightly too much miscommunication, and Brax in the background beating his head against a wall. I want to read it now.

give me tropes & pairings!

[meljaymicrofics]

✦ PROMPTS ⸻ JULY 2024!

Here are the prompts for the month of July. Feel free to switch any of the days with the alternate prompts. We are looking forward to seeing you in the tag on July 1st!

Interested in participating? Please review our FAQ post, HERE.

[melmedarda]

@meljaymicrofics ⸻ royalty au ⸻ wc: 540 ⸻ rated G

As an indentured servant, Jayce does not see the ruling family of Piltover often, but every glimpse of them he catches is enough to give a boy dreams. He becomes greedy for their sightings, dressed in their gold and crimson, bright like the sun, like some glittering ancient god. Forever youthful.

It is she he sees the most of. The second child of the Medarda House, honeyed and gilded. Called Mel, she is his age, and yet so vastly distant from him in deportment and station. A distant star. And then one day as she passes him in the hall, he swears she smiles at him, a slight shadow of the real thing, but a smile all the same. And Jayce has never wanted anything so desperately than to befriend the princess.

The vision of her lingers, the scent that follows her feathering across his skin and clinging to him even after she is gone. He cannot forget the gentleness of her manners, the shrewdness in the hazel of her eyes that betrays the mind behind that gaze. She is girl, she is princess, she is the makings of a ruler soon to be. There is a curiosity that settles in his bones, curious and tugging, his eyes following the princess whenever she appears.

Now, at fifteen, Jayce finds himself splitting his time between the blacksmith’s forge and the stables, while learning the art of war. He is taught to use the greatsword, how to shoot a bow, but he finds he is better at wielding a warhammer or maul. Still, he excels in them. He cannot afford to fail, not when his service counts towards a debt.

“Ye think they do not see how yer look at her, boy?" The blacksmith grunts. “Her brother will pluck ye eye out for staring the way ye do, aye, that he will.” Jayce shrugs, cannot find it in himself to care. Cannot find it in himself to look away from her.

The older Jayce becomes, the fewer and farther in between are the glimpses he catches of her. They move him from the main house and relieve him of his duty as blacksmith; though his house may be ruined, he is still a nobleman after all. No matter how disgraced. He is a page now. A knight in training.

She becomes a dream he holds deep in his heart, even deeper than the dream to see his mother, or his wish to become a huntsman like the prince, famed and known across the land for his skill with a rifle. But Jayce, young though he may be, is well aware of his place. He is the son of a baron, a baron long passed and debt laden. He is not in any place to gaze as he does, to dream as he does.

He is not of the sort to fraternize with royalty. There are those who's lot in life is to rule, and those who's it is to serve. To lead and to follow. He is meant to serve, and his longing has no place in this life.

But at night, his dreams are his own, and he falls asleep to the princess smiling at him from beneath his eyelids.

[meljaymicrofics]

✦ PROMPTS ⸻ AUGUST 2024!

Here are the prompts for the month of August. Feel free to switch any of the days with one another. We are looking forward to seeing you in the tag on August 1st!

Interested in participating? Check out the FAQ under the cut!

How does Meljay Microfics work?

We’ll release a monthly prompt list to inspire you! Each microfic must feature Mel Medarda & Jayce Talis from Arcane. Meljay can be platonic friends, lovers, enemies, or whatever dynamic you are inclined to write them in. The microfic must be Meljay-centric to be featured on this blog.

How long can the microfics be?

We invite you to write a work of fiction with a wordcount under 1k. Therefore, your work should be a standalone, meant to be read without having to read a larger work so that readers can enjoy it to the fullest.

What should the fic be about? 

Whatever you want! Canon or AU, crack or general use the prompt however you see fit. Any genre is accepted! You can combine prompts, if you’d like. How you use the prompt is up to your interpretation! Let your muse move you.

You don’t have to write for every prompt of the month. There’s no pressure here, no commitment. This is just for fun. 

There are no stipulations on ratings, just be sure to add appropriate tags & content warnings to the top of post. If there is NSFW or sensitive topics in your piece, be sure to place it under a read more.

How do I get my work featured?

If you participate, we’d love to see your work! Tag us @meljaymicrofics & tag your work with #meljaymicrofics, and we’ll reblog your fic! Be sure to include the prompt word you were inspired by within the post!

There’s also an AO3 COLLECTION that you can post your microfics to if interested.

Can I submit a prompt?

Yes! Feel free to send it in, and we’ll include it in the next month’s list if we can.

Do you allow AI works?

AI works are prohibited and will not be reblogged onto the blog or accepted within the collection. We value your creativity here.

What if I have a question/suggestion.

Feel free to drop an ask!

[meljaymicrofics]

✦ PROMPTS ⸻ OCTOBER 2024!

Here are the prompts for the month of October. Feel free to switch any of the days with one another. We are looking forward to seeing you in the tag on October 1st!

Interested in participating? Check out the FAQ under the cut!

How does Meljay Microfics work?

We’ll release a monthly prompt list to inspire you! Each microfic must feature Mel Medarda & Jayce Talis from Arcane. Meljay can be platonic friends, lovers, enemies, or whatever dynamic you are inclined to write them in. The microfic must be Meljay-centric to be featured on this blog.

How long can the microfics be?

We invite you to write a work of fiction with a wordcount under 1k. Therefore, your work should be a standalone, meant to be read without having to read a larger work so that readers can enjoy it to the fullest.

What should the fic be about? 

Whatever you want! Canon or AU, crack or general use the prompt however you see fit. Any genre is accepted! You can combine prompts, if you’d like. How you use the prompt is up to your interpretation! Let your muse move you.

You don’t have to write for every prompt of the month. There’s no pressure here, no commitment. This is just for fun. 

There are no stipulations on ratings, just be sure to add appropriate tags & content warnings to the top of post. If there is NSFW or sensitive topics in your piece, be sure to place it under a read more.

How do I get my work featured?

If you participate, we’d love to see your work! Tag us @meljaymicrofics & tag your work with #meljaymicrofics, and we’ll reblog your fic! Be sure to include the prompt word you were inspired by within the post!

There’s also an AO3 COLLECTION that you can post your microfics to if interested.

Can I submit a prompt?

Yes! Feel free to send it in, and we’ll include it in the next month’s list if we can.

Do you allow AI works?

AI works are prohibited and will not be reblogged onto the blog or accepted within the collection. We value your creativity here.

What if I have a question/suggestion.

Feel free to drop an ask!

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✦ PROMPTS ⸻ SEPTEMBER 2024!

Here are the prompts for the month of September. Feel free to switch any of the days with one another. We are looking forward to seeing you in the tag on September 1st!

Interested in participating? Check out the FAQ under the cut!

How does Meljay Microfics work?

We’ll release a monthly prompt list to inspire you! Each microfic must feature Mel Medarda & Jayce Talis from Arcane. Meljay can be platonic friends, lovers, enemies, or whatever dynamic you are inclined to write them in. The microfic must be Meljay-centric to be featured on this blog.

How long can the microfics be?

We invite you to write a work of fiction with a wordcount under 1k. Therefore, your work should be a standalone, meant to be read without having to read a larger work so that readers can enjoy it to the fullest.

What should the fic be about? 

Whatever you want! Canon or AU, crack or general use the prompt however you see fit. Any genre is accepted! You can combine prompts, if you’d like. How you use the prompt is up to your interpretation! Let your muse move you.

You don’t have to write for every prompt of the month. There’s no pressure here, no commitment. This is just for fun. 

There are no stipulations on ratings, just be sure to add appropriate tags & content warnings to the top of post. If there is NSFW or sensitive topics in your piece, be sure to place it under a read more.

How do I get my work featured?

If you participate, we’d love to see your work! Tag us @meljaymicrofics & tag your work with #meljaymicrofics, and we’ll reblog your fic! Be sure to include the prompt word you were inspired by within the post!

There’s also an AO3 COLLECTION that you can post your microfics to if interested.

Can I submit a prompt?

Yes! Feel free to send it in, and we’ll include it in the next month’s list if we can.

Do you allow AI works?

AI works are prohibited and will not be reblogged onto the blog or accepted within the collection. We value your creativity here.

What if I have a question/suggestion.

Feel free to drop an ask!

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❛ MARK YOUR CALENDARS !

We hope you’ve been enjoying Meljay Microfics so far! Our prompt list for the month of October will drop on Saturday, September 28th. We hope you’ll join us for another month of our microfic event!