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[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.

[golden-forge]

I’ve started writing a MelJay s2 act 2 fic (and going after the season) using the prompts from @meljaymicrofics, In the Aftermath, There was You.

Excerpt chapter 1 Broken Promises and Sacrifice:

Jayce thought about Mel often while in that hellhole.

He thought about surviving to see her again, to be there for her and his mother and maybe at the end of all of this, they could be a family together. But that was a dream, it was always a dream. That’s what he did best. Dream.

Damn him for it.

”I won’t fail, I swear it.”

He remembered saying that out loud before his body was distorted once again and taken apart. He hated this feeling of coming undone and redone over and over again. Too many shifting images and sickly colors rearranging around him and his body. He started to feel solid again, gradually and suddenly. How it was both at the same time he stopped questioning. He kept his eyes closed shut during it and felt the cursed hammer in his hand materialize and he grunted as he was on solid ground. He breathed.

Air.

Actually going in and out of his body. Oh gods, he missed that feeling. It also made him hyper aware of how much oxygen and food and water and sleep his body needed. It makes him close his eyes again, clenching his teeth as some of that nightmare tried entering his mind again.

Mission.

He had something he needed to do. A promise to keep.

***

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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)

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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]

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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

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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.

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[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.

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@meljaymicrofics ⸻ slumber ⸻ wc: 475 ⸻ rated G

She wakes from a fitful slumber, throat tight and chest heaving. Her skin is damp with sweat, the night terror still flashing bright and vivid behind her eyes. It ends the way it always does. The girl ends up beheaded. There is nothing Mel can do.

Eyes still closed, Mel focuses on easing her breathing. Reminds herself years have passed. That her mother is a continent away. Thank Kindred at least, that she didn't jump awake as she often does. That she didn't wake Jayce. He knows little of her nightmares; he could sleep through anything. Jayce needs all the sleep he can get, with how he must divide himself between forge, council duties, and hextech innovation. The man is dead on his feet by the time he comes back to her in the dark of night.

She opens her eyes to a golden gaze filled with worry. He's leaning on his side, propped up on his elbow, eyes searching her face. For what? She cannot know. What Mel does know is that the sleep has faded from his eyes and is fast fading from hers. She wonders how long he has been watching her. Sighing, she sits up.

"You were crying out in your sleep," he says, voice low and raspy. Hair tussled by sleep, sheets gathered low on his hips. She loves him like this. Could stare at him for hours like this. But by the furrow in his brow, he looks ready to ask questions she doesn't want to answer. Not right now.

"I'm fine," she assures him, her voice a whisper as she places a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Just a bad dream." Says it lightly. Flippantly, to ease any worry. She reaches out a hand to caress his face, and he takes it in his own. Thumb working soothing circles against her skin.

"It's not the first time, Mel." Jayce is still searching her face, watching her features in the pale moonlight. Searching for some omen. "This happens nearly every night." Mel could shutter her face closed, pull back, push him away. Even deny him. But she can't. She won't, because she loves this man. Loves him more than anything she's loved before. He demands vulnerability and because Mel is her mother's child, she shies away from such demonstrations of weakness. But with Jayce, Mel knows she is safe.

"Later," she says as he brings her hand up to his mouth, lips pressing tenderly against her palm. Warmth surges through her. "Hold me." A whisper, and he nods. He'll wait for her to come to him, to open up. For now, though, Jayce will give Mel what she needs. He arranges them so that he is curled around her, enveloping her. Tucked in his arms, his bare chest warm against her back.

Safe.

[golden-forge]

I’ve updated In the Aftermath, There was You (Mel/Jayce fic, s2 setting) Meljay Microfic prompt Yearn.

Chapter 5 excerpt:

Mel was in that horrid space again where they killed Elora.

Dark rose brambles crept up on her body again, immobilizing her where she stood and she felt the fear coming again. Will they overcome her like they did Elora? Poor Elora, faithful Elora. It makes her eyes water all over again. Will they kill her now if she cannot do whatever the hell they want her to do? She could feel her heart racing as the chains of thorns tightened around her arms, cutting into her. They probably killed Kino the same way. Her poor, dear brother. But it wasn’t him with her, it was - it was…

A thorn suddenly appeared in front of her eye, threatening to poke it out.

She wished she was home.

She’s tired, beyond exhausted. Her heart shattered again with the revelation that Kino was, indeed, dead. All. Over. Again. Even if she did have magic…she didn’t know how to use it. How to call it. She was going to die after surviving a rocket, after surviving banishment and making a whole new life for herself, even falling in love which she thought was something she was too, too…Medarda, for. Except she wasn’t exactly a full Medarda was she? No. No, her father wasn’t even her father. What a hell of a way to find out and only to now die. It was an utterly impossible situation…

’Nothing feels impossible when I’m with you.’

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[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!

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