#mel x elora

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

DIVORCES

SO MANY DIVORCES

OR DEATH

ALL THE HOMOSEXUALS ARE EITHER DIVORCED OR DEAD

[pinkysberg]

in mel medarda's league of legends gameplay voicelines, if she kills jayce she'll say "another love torn away"

and here i sit, rly hyperfocusing on the word another. what love could she have lost? the one person that mel laments over the loss of (that isn't of familial relation to her) is elora.

in this essay i will-

[notcryingtoday]

[glitternightingale]

I love to see a doodle of Mel giving Elora cheek kisses

Sure!

Ship or purely platonic friendship, Elora was the only person who could understand Mel for the longest time!

She was (probably) a real one and sent along to Piltover to keep Mel safe from the Black Rose... RIP Elora 😔💔...

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[mashmoshmoosh]

Mel and Elora are actually so adorable and sweet and love each other so much why does nobody talk about them

[thegothicchangeling]

Concept: Mel x Elora. Best friends/ work wives to lovers vibes. Discuss.

(Yes, I'm pushing the "Mel is sapphic/bisexual" agenda and what about it? You can't convince me she hasn't pulled at least one woman at some point in her Piltover career.)

Yeah, Mel is definitely bi.

Anyway, I'm a Meljay truther, but I do occasionally muse on her and Elora as lovers. She voluntarily left everything behind and followed Mel into exile. When I think of them, I always end up thinking of a bible verse:

"And Ruth said: “Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God."

A lot of people interprete Ruth and Naomi as sapphic because of this verse, and you know it's basically Mel and Elora.

[bongwaterbunny]

closeted melora angst (melorangst?) because i cannnntt get them out of my head

[chomp-bomb]

opinions on melora? (Mel x Elora)? I see a lot of Meljay and even Melvik and Melvika but not much of a ship with so much potential

I think I’ve heard of it before! I’m a sucker for friends to lovers so I definitely support even if I don’t particularly ship it myself :]

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

Arcane shipping update; can’t decide whether I like melora or Mel x Lest better, so, as usual, the answer is polyamory. Or QPRs. Or both

[pinkysberg]

sigh. thinking about mel being exiled from her family and sent to piltover, and going to her closest friend in noxus, elora - who always saw through the allure of her family's military standing in noxus, or saw mel for mel beyond the image her mother projects about the medardas. she tells her, through tears, she's being sent away and without a second thought, elora says she's coming.

so mel and elora brave the unfamiliarity of this new life together. when the pressure of expectation eats at mel and the anxieties of uncertainty peck at elora, they curl up in the bed they've elected to share (it's big enough as it is and their bond has always been more intimate than most friends). they face one another in the dim light of the night and mel reaches for elora's hand. with a soft smile she tells elora that she's the only person who really understands her.

"oh elora, what would i do without you?" she'd whisper into the night, fondly dragging her delicate fingers over her friend's soft face.

and elora would laugh because mel is the most capable person she's ever known. she'd follow mel anywhere, not because mel needs her but because there's nowhere else elora would rather be.

[shatterstars-world]

Mel x Elora Howl's Moving Castle AU do you see the vision ???? I know I have 3 fics to finish already but this might consume me

[pendovah]

We can't change what fate has in store for us, but we don't have to face it a l o n e.

[hyperfixatingsohardrn]

When people think you ship JayVik and Melora cause you hate Mel or something but you actually just don’t care much for straight ships. The more gay the better.

I legit thought Mel and Elora had something going on in the scenes before the Black Rose kidnaps them and I was so disappointed when Elora died. They’re wives dammit why couldn’t Mel be allowed happiness.

[bigsoggyboots]

Councilor! Sevika x Piltover! Reader

Valentine's Day Post

summ: You stood against everything she stood for. Yet, she welcomes it instead of pushing it away. Why? No one has a clue.

wc: 1k

an: We're ignoring the canon and acting like Elora isn't dead and Mel is still a Councilor. Okay? Ok.

AO3: @calamitykills

Also, that AO3 curse is REAL. I burned my thumb 2 days after writing this. It's minor, I'm fine, but I can't play video games for like a week. Luckily, I wrote this the night of the SuperBowl.

Anyways, enjoy!

You weren't new in town, more unknown than anything. Your family owned many of Piltover's infrastructure companies, using you as a face for all their offers. Did you like the job? Not exactly. No one knew you beside your offers.

The only substantial thing that seemed to stick was your title as “Mel's friend.” And you were glad for it to be that way. Nice parties, free drinks, learning all of the latest gossip; it was all divine. You live a double life, as it seems.

Yes, you caught the attention of some, but none of them intrigued you. Most were far too regal and stuck-up for your taste. You wanted someone real, down to Earth. Someone who'd command your attention, not ask for it.

Mel teased you about your type before, watching firsthand how your calm facade fled once someone got harsh with their tone. You always had to shush her, a faint heat rising to your cheeks. Like an hour ago, where her and Elora congratulated you for Sevika making you go out with her. Your reaction as you immediately agreed would be something they'd make fun of you for.

How'd you do it? You don't even know. It could've been the wine you had, your carefully crafted persona steering for you, or a tremendous amount of luck. Whatever it could was, she liked you, let you know of it, and told you that night she wanted to see you in her house colors instead of Mel’s.

And that's exactly what was happening tonight, your heels tapping down her street with a paper in hand on the address she gave you. She told you you'd be her plus one to a Councilor's party. You hadn't bothered to learn all the names, Sevika and Mel being the only ones you could pay attention to. But the party was for Valentine's Day so you were more than happy to come.

Once you arrived, you knew it was her house because of how plainly decorated it was. That and all the lights were on. You twisted the doorknob; she left the door open for you.

☆

As familiar you are to the smell of smoke and as much as you expected the smell, you were met with nothing. Just the smell of a new house. It shouldn't, but it creeped you out.

You looked around. Barren, just like the outside. The only thing that filled (what seemingly was a living room) was a single couch with a glass table in front of it. When she told you her house would be empty, she wasn't kidding. You couldn't blame her. Moving things from Zaun up into Piltover must be troubling.

Would be cute for a date idea though; helping Sevika decorate her house, paint the walls, other things of the sort. You smiled to yourself. Not a bad idea.

“You're quiet.” Your head snapped to the direction of the sound, fear coursing fast along with adrenaline. Your eyes set on Sevika, leaning on a doorway to your left. Must be her bedroom. “Almost thought you were someone else.”

Grateful, you exhaled, the fear leaving you faster than it came. “I almost thought you were someone else.” She smirked at that, you moving to stand closer to her. “Janna, say something next time.”

You moved past her, missing the smirk growing on Sevika's face as you settled your things down. “Look at you, already acting like you own the place.” You looked her way, only rolling your eyes before getting back to your task. She decided to get on you for that later. For now, let's just lock the door.

☆

Lips brushed against your skin for the tenth time that night. “Heavenly.” She stood behind you, looking at you in the mirror, garnering this memory for keepsake. You gazed at yourself, she was right.

Sevika had good taste, the fact she picked this dress out for you was beyond your comprehension. In so little time, she knew your height, your waist size, and your weight. It was almost like she measured you herself.

“Wow..” You were speechless, you didn't know what to say. You marveled at your look, and the shine the dress gave off. Emerald green was a great color for both you and your complexion. You and her looked great actually and you matched.

She wore a red suit, you wore a green dress. This is your first public outing together, and you're in house colors. It felt right. Your family wouldn't approve of your sudden stance in political affairs, but you'd be in the papers anyway.

“Get your head outta the clouds.” Surprise painted your face, facade falling for only moments, watching as Sevika kissed the spot behind your ear. “You look like you wanna ask somethin’.”

“How do you think everyone else will react to the dress?” She lifted your hair up, tossling it all up and over your face.

“I can't care ‘bout anything but you.” She kissed your nape now, placing your necklace how she wanted.

You peek at her out of the corner of your eye. “I'm serious, Sevika.”

“I'm serious too.” Sevika clipped your necklace. You directed your attention to the piece, it was a simple silver chain. A nice compliment piece. “They'll know you're my girl, that's what I think.”

“Your girl?” You turned to face her, a smirk growing faster than you could think of it.

“Yeah,” She lit her cigar, a bit of a smile forming at the thought. "My girl.”

You wanted to question that, but you figured if you pointed it out, she'd never say it again. You already knew from experience.

So, you trailed your way out of the bedroom and acted like this was an everyday thing. “Well, happy Valentine's day to you too baby.”

☆

This was a nice way to spend it too. Celebrating new relationships, new beginnings, connecting from old to young, and most importantly by let your true self flow.

Honestly, who cares what others think? It's your life, it's your choice who you stand by and frankly, you're more than glad to be “Sevika's girl.”

[thefandomsfervent]

Viktor x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 15) - Rich Gold

This is a jayvik x reader fic now but it'll still be labeled as a Vik Fic until it's fully implemented. Ft. a visit from Mel! Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom.

Planning on writing as much as I can this weekend to post in bulk before Christmas week, I'll be traveling a distance away and can't bring my laptop with me.

stay tuned and Thank you for reading <3

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The two men had been working over there for the last hour. The last thirty minutes of which they had spent muttering too quietly to discern. When you cast a look their way, curious about the whispering, you are presented with something very interesting. Jayce was standing by Viktor’s chair, his hand tracing a pattern you couldn’t make out on the lithe man’s back. That usually would not be cause for concern, it wasn’t something you had really seen before but nothing that risqué. The fact that Jayce was bent down by Viktor’s face whispering something that made his pale skin glow red? That was new. And intimate. And something you probably shouldn’t be seeing. 

It stirs a warmth deep in your stomach that you furiously try to tamp down. Whatever was happening over there was not your concern. The sketch you were working on was. When you had shown Viktor and Jayce your sketchbook they both lingered at the same spot. Answer enough. You had several iterations of it sketched out, that should have been a sign. You’ve had this happen before though. Where your subconscious had fully decided on something, and pushed it to you again and again, and it took something else to make you realize that you already knew what you wanted. So you tear your gaze away from whatever flirtations the two were engaging in to go back to your sketch. 

General composition confirmed. Now you need to decide on little details. Foxgloves for ambition. Or Hollyhock? The former also could represent ambition for another person, not just your own glory. Fitting for their commitment to each other and their Hextech dream. Golden Rod for encouragement and Grapes for charity. King Cup for yellow to go with the Golden Rod, and to represent their wish for it to prosper. Purple or yellow for the Carnations to show pride? So many options. The petals of all of these flowers and more were sketched out in front of you. Changing their colors, layering, placement. Part of your panic in selecting a final composition earlier was knowing that Mel would be visiting today. 

She had come in a few days ago looking for Jayce. Something about their next council meeting, What to and not to say. Who to kiss up to. Who to placate. Versing him, and Viktor by association, on the proper etiquette. Viktor had told you once that Jayce already knew everything he really needed to know from his patrons the Kirramans. Yet he listened to her with rapt attention. When she was done with them she floated by your station, ever graceful steps on the tile. Her jewelry clinked softly with each movement, like a quiet chorus of bells and crystals. Something about her presence was anxiety inducing and enchanting all at the same time. She thrummed with something otherworldly. 

Mel had set a date and time for her to visit with you, something that you considered a luxury. A councilor taking interest in your art was one thing. The idea had crossed your mind when you had applied for this project, part of why you had considered it in the first place. Not to climb any ladders, but to make sure you could stay here in Piltover. Now you were teetering on an edge of potential friendship or securing stability. You felt that you were not one whose words were graceful enough to secure, well, anything. Felt that your skills laid in your hands. Hands that you were doing your best to keep moving despite the appointment you had set grew closer and closer to the present. 

You were finally hitting a groove when there was a familiar sound pulling you away from the sketchpad. A scraping sound. The lab door is opening and Mel’s gentle footsteps clack against the tile floor. Smooth and swift movements to cross over the lab. She held a box in one hand. This time she didn’t immediately stop at Jayce’s or Viktor’s station. Direct line of motion to you. You stand and brush your hands against your slacks. When you glance in the men’s direction, they had separated and turned to the both of you. You realized that you did not know if Mel was aware of how deep their partnership ran. A blush on both their faces. It was cute and you try not to smile at the sight. You instead shift your gaze to Mel and offer her your smile instead.

“Forgive the intrusion,” her voice like honey, “are you ready?” 

“Yes! Just a moment.” You’re grabbing a pouch and sketchbook. Today was going to be more of a walk-and-talk situation, you doubted you’d have the time to really draw anything. Still, you wanted to be prepared. As you’re gathering your supplies you hear Mel talking with Viktor and Jayce. 

“Councilor Hoskel sends his regards.” You turn to see Jayce opening the box, the largest bottle of wine you had ever seen and two glasses inside. Piltover’s iconic gold filigree crawling up the bases, stems, and swirling around the bottom of the bowls. Expensive. 

“Whatever for?” Viktor’s holding one of the glasses now, turning it in the light of the lab. Watching as it glitters, it seems that there may be small jewels set into the whorls and swirls. Very expensive. 

“Truth be told, it’s a set he gave me. I thought that it would be better enjoyed here. I know that these meetings are growing repetitive. Consider it an incentive to continue your hard work.” Usually Viktor would scoff and mutter some reply about how they did not need incentives, but he’s eyeing the bottle of wine. It’s Jayce who stutters out their thanks and puts the box on the table behind him. 

Mel just nods, pristine and simple before turning to you. “Shall we?” You give Viktor and Jayce a nod of your own and trail behind her when she starts walking towards the door. The two of you make your way to the hallway. 

“Thank you for making time for this Counc-,” Her head tilts with her raised brow. “Mel.”

“Despite the finery and brilliance here in Piltover it is hard to find minds worth talking to.” Your cheeks heat. That was a compliment right? “If those two let you stay with them, then you must be intriguing.”

“I’m just painting.” It’s hard to keep the doubt out of your voice. Doubt that she thinks you are worth spending her little free time with. Doubt that Jayce and Viktor find you intriguing.

“You have grown close with them. I'm glad. The two are so busy I worry that they forgot how to make friends.” When she notices you falling behind she slows her pace. Having you at her side like you were equals. 

“You're a friend too aren't you?” A genuine question. Jayce had a crush yes, but her frequent visits didn’t imply to you that she returned the sentiment. Her energy was so kind, warm like the sun. It was hard for you to believe that she didn’t want companionship. 

“Mmm. Perhaps. I'm not sure both of them would agree with that." You both give faint laughs at that. She continues. “I would like to be a friend to you though. We will need to find time to paint together soon.” The statement settles around your shoulders, the air around your ears buzzing.

“Yes, I’d like that too.” This time it’s your chest heating, swelling at the thought of being friends with Mel Medarda. “Those two could probably use a solo lab day.”

 “You know with your skills, you could help promote them.” Your steps falter for a moment.

“What do you mean?” Promote them how? Why? Questions she is reading on your face.

“Job security after your painting is done. They'll need someone who can help them advertise, especially once Hextech goes public.” She says it like it’s the only logical conclusion. Finality in her belief alone.

You hadn't thought about that. Well, you had. When you first met them you had brought it up as an idea for someone else to do. Not yourself, you hadn’t assumed it would be you.  And the look on her face tells you she knew that. Like she knows everything. Not in a patronizing way, but in a calming one.

“I’m not sure how they’d feel about that.” They both didn't like the amount of schmoozing they were having to do now. If you helped with anything it could be selecting designs but you weren’t a designer or typographer. And if the other advertisements you’d seen plastered around Piltover spoke for what she would want you to make, it would be their faces. Having their faces plastered around everything is not something you thought they'd like either. This city is all about claiming credit for things that went well and sweeping things under the rug if they didn’t. 

“They are fond of you. I’m sure they would agree to it.” You give a friendly scoff at that word. Fond of you? The word makes your heart warm more than it has already. And your face. The upturn of Mel’s lips doesn’t help either. Nor does the hand she places on your shoulder. “Consider it for a friend?” 

You’re looking at her hand, her arm. Eyes meeting hers. Such genuine eyes. Green and glittering with the gold in her hair, on the freckles speckling her face. You raise a hand slowly to place on hers. “For a friend.”  

“Good!” She pulls her hand away and motions for you to walk with her. “Enough talk of those boys.” You join her side again as you travel around the halls of the Academy. You talk about art, about the pleasant memories you had of Zaun and she lets very little slip of her childhood in Noxus. She shares artists you recognize the names of, some you don’t. You shared that you make your own paint as a hobby. Leading the two of you to the topic of what paints you each preferred. It was nice. Talking to someone about things you truly did understand. Viktor and Jayce would explain their work to you, and you would listen. But finally talking to someone that was just as knowledgeable about art as you were was a breath of fresh air. You were explaining the process of tempera paints, and why you liked making them, not using them when someone calls for Mel. 

A woman holding folders approaches, giving you a onceover before closing the distance. 

“Elora. Is it that time already?” 

“Yes, it seems that-”, she pauses before looking at you again. When Mel nods she resumes. “That there’s been a development on those trade routes we discussed earlier.” 

“Hmm, it’s always something isn’t it.” She turns to you. “Thank you for our time today, a nice escape.” Mel places her hand on your shoulder again. “I do hope you’ll keep our talk in mind.” 

“Ofcourse.” With that she leaves, Elora following behind her. When they round a corner you can hear their voices talking in a hushed tone. Imports and merchants being discussed as their voices and footsteps trail away. You’re left standing in the hallway. Realizing that with the couple hours that have passed you and Mel had traversed to a part of the Academy you were not familiar with. 

A groan leaves you as you turn to where you had come from. So if you had taken a right here, then you should see a vase on your left… 

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[thegothicchangeling]

And what if I said I was almost finished with a Mel centric fic called "When You Were Loved" and it's about her relationship with the four loved ones she lost and her memories of them?