#arcane microfic

[meljaymicrofics]

🎄 PROMPTS ⸻ MERRY MELJAY DECEMBER 2024!

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

[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.

[moonsdancer]

meljay microfic | you give me a little peace | pg-m

[calamitoustide]

"You're Alive"

Regulus feels hot, that's his first thought. It's a searing pain, fluttering down the length of his arms like a vile poison being pumped into his veins. Tendrils of embers curl around his flesh, reaching up to his throat, he opens his mouth to scream but no words come out. It feels like he's underwater but the water is thick; like blood. He just feels pain. So much pain.

He coughs, sputtering the substance from the inside of his mouth, his entire body curling in on itself, trying to seek refuge from it all. None comes, it's worse than anything his mother had ever thrown at him. It's worse than death itself.

"Stop," he screams, but he's not sure anyone hears him. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop!" His chest hiccups and cracks in half. The flame bites his skin, chewing on what's left of him. It's too much. Too much. Too Much.

He rams his body forward, then again, and again. The fire climbs inside his throat, swirling down into his stomach when he lurches upwards slamming his head against a cold mental table on his way back down.

"Stop," he whispers, "Stop it."

Hands cover both his cheeks and despite their warmth he shivers, pressing himself against them, as if they're the thing that'll save them.

"Stop," he whimpers, a cool tear pulling down his cheek only to be brushed away.

"Regulus," the voice, so familiar, stings, "Open your eyes." A beat and then it repeats, "Open your eyes."

With a gasp of air Regulus' eyes flutter open, it's a flash of bright light, it burns, but then there's a face blocking him from harm's way.

"Oh, love," James murmurs, his eyes red and cheeks gaunt, "You're beautiful."

Regulus takes another breath, remembering the taste of fresh air, he steals his gaze away to his shaking hands instead, though they're different than he remembers. They're an off-color, more blue than they should be, with stitches wrapped around his wrist. He turns his palm around to find another his skin puffy over it. His face falls as flashes of the water come back. It's violence overtaking his chest, the taste of his own blood on the way down.

Quickly he scrambles from the table, his knees buckling under his weight as soon as he hits the floor.

"Oh," James quickly catches him, "Take it a little slow."

Regulus blinks, shaking his head as he moves to stand again. Stepping away from James' grasp he finds a mirror in the corner of the room, it's broken in two with cracks running along it. The image comes out distorted, his face appearing ten times over, but something is wrong. He doesn't look like himself. His face pale and his eyes dark, like something that should be long buried. He was supposed to be underground.

"You must be cold," James says, rushing over to throw a blanket over his shoulders.

"Not cold," Regulus mumbles. He doesn't even feel a temperature anymore, he doesn't feel anything. James comes in front of him, blocking his view from the mirror, his eyes shining. "What am I?" Regulus' hands twitch at his side.

"You're alive," James replies simply, cupping his cheeks again.

The water is pushing him down. It's cold despite the fire spraying down on top of him. His screams are silenced by the heaviness of the waves above him. Crashing all around him, taking all of his air, he was under the water... it was the only way.

"No," Regulus flinches from his grip.

James pays no mind to it, stroking his cheek softly, "You're alive."

Regulus's breath hitches in his throat as James crashes forward taking him in his chest. Numbly he looks back to the mirror and finds his long-dead eyes looking back at him.

He can feel James' tears against his shoulder, and his voice shakes as he repeats, "You're alive."

[temperates]

jayvik nsfw microthread : [ft: top trans viktor and sub jayce] — 445 words

even after months of being together, jayce is still getting used to being touched by viktor. being touched by anyone at all. it can be overwhelming at times. 

in a good way. a very good way.

he likes the way that viktor makes him feel. he likes being pushed to his limits. 

he could stop viktor. say that he’s had enough after two or three rounds when he begins to lose his head and viktor is barely affected. viktor would never make him feel bad.

if jayce told viktor he had had enough before viktor was done with him, there would be no consequences. viktor would kiss him tenderly, still clean him up, still pet his hair and tell him how good he had been. 

but.

then jayce would not get to see the pleased smile that settles on viktor’s face when tears streak his face from over-sensitivity. he would not get to hear viktor tell him how beautiful he looks with cum covering his chest or how lovely he looks with his legs spread for viktor. 

viktor worships his body. he loves to tie jayce up and curl his fingers inside of him until his voice is destroyed from screaming. 

initially, it was intense for jayce but viktor always made him feel safe. always made him feel good.

and, damn, did it feel good. if they went too long without viktor touching him, jayce would spend his days at the lab longing for the floaty sensation he would reach when viktor took him apart carefully with talented and dexterous fingers.

jayce’s favorite is when viktor gets fitted into the strap just to choke jayce on his cock. when he holds jayce by the back of his head while jayce lays on his stomach on the bed. when viktor stands in front of him and pushes the silicone toy as far down jayce’s throat as he can

in fact, jayce loves the things they do in bed. he cant wait to try new things with viktor. new ways to lift jayce into that headspace that he daydreams about. 

he’s taken to doing some research on his own, boldly suggesting new positions and toys.

viktor was excited at first. happy to have brought out this new side of his once nervous lover. he enthusiastically navigates new activities in the bedroom like choking, spanking, and edging jayce until he begs. 

but, then, he begins to worry that jayce is becoming insatiable.

when jayce finally passes out during sex, viktor fears he created a monster. a sex-crazed monster. 

this fear is fully realized when jayce wakes up, only to pout at viktor and ask, “why did u stop?”

[honora-antares]

This is a little sum-sum I wrote along with my last post, (you can find it under the "bere speaks" tag on my blog!) I'm not sure if it has potential, but here ya go!

“I don't even know your name.”

“It's Viktor.” He waited for recognition. For Jayce to turn to him with elation. He waited, but all Jayce did was snap his bracelet on his wrist. The same wrist that has Viktor’s name. Perhaps he wasn't heard right. So, he tried again, more assertively. “Viktor. With a ‘k’.”

He turned then, a look of confusion crossed his face. Viktor was beginning to think that maybe he'd not been heard a second time. But then those beautiful hazel eyes widened, and finally.

“Oh! Jayce, with a ‘y’.” Viktor’s excited smile faltered. Had he… miscalculated? Surely there's no other Jayce with the last name Talis in Piltover, is there? If Jayce doesn't recognize his name then… “I've never seen Viktor spelled with a ‘k’ before.”

“Yes, well, names in the Undercity are prone to differentiate from those commonly known up here.” He doesn't have Viktor’s name. If he did, he would've known of it since he first wrote it down when he was ten years old. Back when he and Sky had stolen a pen from a vendor's stool that was in decent condition. They wanted to have a sort of ceremony for when they first wrote down their names. Knowing that that was going to be inscribed in their Soul's body for the rest of their lives. They wanted it to be special.

Viktor wanted this day to be special.

Instead, he'd walked in on his Soul seconds away from jumping. His heart was in his throat, that he was able to sound so calm when he called out was surprising.

Jayce doesn't have Viktor’s name.

Viktor wasn't Jayce’s Soul.

help, it's angst.

[golden-forge]

Yes i saw act 3. I’m still writing this how I wanted to write it: In the Aftermath, There was You (meljay microfic chapters).

Chapter 7, Bonfire excerpt:

There’s sounds behind Mel. Her heart jumped up into her throat and she pulled out the dagger, her golden markings flickering -

“Jayce,” she breathed out. “I-I’m sorry, I-“

He has the lantern in his hand, his other arm up defensively. He lowered it immediately. “No, it’s ok. I should have warned you I was coming.”

He blinked harder than he would typically. It’s hard for her to miss that new tick of his. Whatever happened to her sweet dreamer? She wanted to know so badly. But there were demons still lurking in her own mind. There was no space for more at the moment. She put the dagger back in its hidden place. He still has difficulty walking normally. He sighed as he sat across from her, his eyes closing. His damp hair was across his forehead. His white sleep shirt was half hazardously buttoned up, mostly open at the top like he gave up doing it.

”You look so tired,” she murmured.

He opened his eyes. “So do you.” He looked at the teapot and then her. “Want more?”

She shook her head. “Not now. You should have some.”

He nodded and leaned over, pouring himself a cup. It’s a simple mixture she usually had for breakfast. He probably grabbed the first tin that was in her little kitchen nook connected to her private rooms.

”Elora’s gone.”

He stopped pouring. “Gone, like….”

”They took us both, but I couldn’t -” her lips trembled. She didn’t know why she was telling him this now. “They killed her in front of me to scare me.”

***

Read on (ao3)!

[ladedanixie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce (League of Legends)/Mel Medarda Characters: Mel Medarda Additional Tags: Mel Medarda-centric Summary:

"In dreams, Mel often thought of such a boy. Smile bright and full of wonder. Kind and handsome with eyes only for her. The kind of man who was merciful and intelligent and strove to change the world for the better. Someone who would change the world with her so she wouldn’t stand alone in the face of that climb. She held that image in mind as she raised the bowl to the sky."

(Title is a quote from Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman as the fic is a semi Practical Magic au, but not really. I barely finished this fic with three minutes to spare before midnight for the Meljay mirco fic prompt: Visions. It is unbetaed, and rushed so forgive any mistakes haha.) Squideworld link: https://squidgeworld.org/works/69124 @meljaymicrofics

[doll-joint-charm-point]

hey, I got absolutely annihilated by tumblr for posting too good about doing things to and getting things done to me by my sister. I used to be porcelain-siscon. anyway, here's where I'm collecting links to my writing, sorted discretely into non-explicit and explicit

General Audiences

Second First Steps A short fic about a doll that has trouble walking and its owner that decides it deserves better

On the Use of a Doll as an Arcane Focus A somewhat amoral look at unconventional uses of dolls in magical environments

Orrery What's inside a living doll anyway?

Human Removal Therapy Musings on the process of voluntarily going from a human to a doll

Humans Don't Look Up A precisely made doll can be an effective timekeeping device. An intelligent one can become a predictive one.

Uncanny Valley (ongoing) Various stories about a doll created in the image of a specific somebody, and who is resented for its form

Explicit

All In Your Head Why would somebody make a doll with actual genitals? At least it's funny to play with them.

Turnabout is Fair Pain Dolls can't sweat, but this one seems to. Dolls can't do a lot of things you think this one does.

Keep Playing You just can't keep your hands off this doll.

Getting to Know Your Sister-Doll You found an old doll you had ever since you were a child, one you treated as your own sister. It turns out you're much closer than that.

Similarities and Self-Loathing (ongoing) Chloe can't help it. Her sister is everything to her, but she wants even more.

You Ruined a Perfectly Good Daddy Dom is What You Did! Look at Him! You Gave Her Dysphoria! Daddy doms keep following me on tumblr, which is weird! I do not know what they expect from me! I wrote this as a vent piece because it's weird and vaguely frustrating

Don't You Trust Your Sister? A microfic by my headmate Liz about a perfectly normal relationship between sisters

[meljaymicrofics]

❛ MARK YOUR CALENDARS !

Our prompt list for the month of December will drop on November 28th. We hope you’ll join us for next month’s microfic event! Wishing you a very Merry Meljay December!

[melmedarda]

@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.

[nyikondlovu]

New Meljay microfic for Merry Meljay Microfic December 2024!

@meljaymicrofics

Day 1: Vision

Day 2: Coffee

Day 3: Unlearn

Day 4: Statue

Day 5: Eye Contact

Days 6-8: Winter storm, Too Fast and Festive

Day 9: Carnal

Days 10-13: Feline, White roses, Bruise and Fireplace (feat. Skyvik and jayvik brotherly teasing)

Days 14-16: Shelter, Canvas and Wake-up Call

Day 17: Forge

Days 18-22: Pluto, Moonrise, Ice, Going Home and Luxury

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61546303

Days 23-25: Sinking Ship, First Snow and Gifts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61638907

Days 26-28: Mistletoe, Tempest and Indulgence

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61746043

Days 29-31: Party, Snow Angel and Countdown

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61830751

[revelisms]

Get to Know Me — Favorite Fics Self-Rec

As a bit of a year-end reflection (and belated birthday celebration for myself, which just blew by me last week), I wanted to put together a small collection of personal favorites from the fics I've written so far.

It's been a tough year, and it's had me coming back to these pieces again and again for various reasons. Art has always been a constant in my life, and there is something in the completion and release of it that I find inspirational to look back on.

Feel free to drop me an ask if any of these pique your interest. I ramble in these, about these, and generally about most things—which is a roundabout way to say, yes, I have lots of thoughts on them, and I'd love to hear yours :-)

*Note: NR = Not Rated, M = Mature

light ascending (Ghost Band)

WC: 7k | T | Tumblr, AO3 — On the eve of his papal ascension, Terzo confides in a sister of sin. Or: A character study of Terzo through the eyes of Mariella, a priestess-in-training, set during a purification rite.

even if the world burns (Ghost Band)

WC: 1k | NR | Tumblr, AO3 — Terzo, Omega, and messy love. Or: A short and prosey examination of Terzo's relationship to Omega and others.

on legacies (Ghost Band)

WC: <1k | NR | Tumblr, AO3 — Few things in the Ministry's grounds haven't been touched by Primo's shadow. Or: A character study of Primo, as he was to himself and to others.

low doses (Arcane)

WC: <1k | NR | Tumblr, AO3 — Silco, half-living on Singed’s operating table, wrestles with the aftermath of Vander’s betrayal. Or: A microfic on revenge, rebirth, and reclamation.

in sun, I will rise (Arcane)

WC: 7.5k | M | AO3 — A lost girl, a crimelord, a soldier. It's not family, not quite—but it could be. Or: A character study of early-days Jinx, Silco, and Sevika.

fate is a sundress, ripped at the thigh (Arcane)

WC: 8k | T | AO3 — Silco is gone. Piltover is imploding. Jinx is, slowly, trying to find connection. Or: A fic about grief, family, and relationship rebuilding.

all gilded and golden (Legend of Zelda)

WC: 3k | M | AO3 — Zelda reflects on her lineage, legacy, and self. Or: Snapshots of Zelda's and Link's characters through the lens of queer identity and gender.

Divider by coolcatsgraphics

[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

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

What’s the difference between there and here?

by CalculatingCat

On the anniversary of the war’s end, Vi and Ekko have drinks to celebrate and mourn all the happened. Recalling how Ekko had mentioned how HexCore made it able for him to travel between universes, Vi wonders, asks, and hurts.

Words: 775, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Ekko (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends)

Relationships: Ekko & Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Implied Timebomb, Vi Needs Therapy (League of Legends), Spoilers for Arcane: League of Legends Season 02 Act 03, Angst, Fluff, Microfic, One-Shot, Caitlyn doesn’t know, but She’s trying to understand, Caitlyn doesn’t hate Powder, Everything I say/write in this fic is on purpose, Except for grammatical errors, Married Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[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