#melvik fluff

[nualaofthefaerie]

i know your melvik hc are gonna be insane. i'm begging

Melvik! - SFW/NSFW headcanons ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡

A/N: I love those two so much, I have so many headcanons about them and so many thoughts. These current headcanons are based on Pre-S1 Melvik AU.

SFW Headcanons

Viktor and Mel met early in Viktor's career when he was still Heimerdinger's assistant.

Mel took notice of Viktor first. His wits, but even more so his pride made an impression on her. Viktor in turn is quite oblivious, but he finds her judgement to be respectable and her as a person very pretty.

Viktor catches the first notes of her attraction to him when it's quite obvious - she funds his first independent project (before Jayce and Hextech). She thinks she is very sleek with the way her funding forces conversation between them at all times.

He has definitely taken her out to dinner at a place he can absolutely not afford on an assistant salary, however, his pride again would not allow him to slack off in how he presents himself

Mel has never competed with Viktor and if she does is more focused on intellectual and social topics as opposed to flaunting her wealth in front of him. So Viktor's dinner was more of a score in her books than he would give himself credit for.

When she realises she actually really enjoys spending time with someone who challenges her, she offers to pay off his entire college debt if he helps her to construct a prototype for a clean water pump whose purpose is to lower the tensions between Piltover and Zaun. They spend a lot of time up in her apartment to a degree where they fall asleep on the floor sometimes. However, due to Viktor's chronic pain, he wakes up during the night and would always without fail put a blanket over her before leaving for his apartment. (would also always leave her a note. He's not barbaric)

They love playing chess. They get very competitive about it. Mel always plays white.

Mel is shit at cooking, Viktor is decent and the only thing he is exceptional at is Borscht. Mel learns that she loves Borscht.

They have a reading club and take turns choosing books. Mel has definitely made Viktor read "Crime and Punishment", in turn, he forced her to read "Essays by Michel de Montaigne". They often read and discuss together.

On weekends when he is not stuck in the lab she'd ask him out to a gala, which he is not super thrilled about but seeing a Zaunite with the richest woman in Piltover makes him an enigma and a curiosity for the high society (she is selling the concept of Viktor to make sure his projects attract attention and funding).

When Jayce tells Mel "he disappeared, he does that sometimes" she fights off the urge to say "I know". Their relationship is not something they've ever shown to Jayce, although their bond is undeniably almost telephatic.

Their arguments are not loud but are very fast-paced and very cutthroat. It's not about who is right sometimes, it's about winning.

Their first kiss is kind of a mistake that turns for the better. Mel is approached by the thousand suitor during a gala, assuming that Viktor is nothing but a plaything she keeps around. Their blatant disregard of his presence stings him, so he proves them wrong, leaning in very demonstratively to lend a kiss on shoulder, almost possessive. When they don't get the hint, Mel pulls him in for a kiss to prove the point.

She makes an attempt to apologise when they're in private, but he just kisses her again without saying much else.

Viktor sleeps on the right side of the bed.

Mel builds a special shelf structure for his braces and cane next to the bed.

NSFW Headcanons (now we're in it, team)

Aftercare: Both are very strict with aftercare. Since both of them feed off of arguing and sometimes being mean to one another, reassurance after sex is very important to maintain trust in one another.

Body part: Viktor's jawline, especially when he tilts his head in provocation could drive Mel crazy. She loves to bite and kiss and leave marks on it. On the other hand, Viktor has a thing for Mel's waist and back. He enjoys that they are more or less the same height so he can easily hold her and kiss along her shoulder blades between the golden details on her skin.

Cum: Both of them are hypothetically very clean (in practice it depends a lot on their mood). Still no matter what a condom is always present even though I'm absolutely sure Mel is on the pill.

Dirty secret: I didn't think they have any tbh.

Experience: Both of them are relatively experienced and think they know what they want from the relationship but as soon as they actually got together they clash and realise that their palletes are a lot wider than they thought they are. But they have experience.

Favorite position: If Viktor tops he likes to watch her back arch and be able to kiss her back so doggy would be his favourite. If his leg hurts or Mel tops too, she rides both cowgirl and reverse. If Mel pegs that man she likes to watch his face unravel so she folds him like a fucking pretzel until he cries.

Goofy: They are deadly serious during sex, both of them.

Hair: Mel is always meticulously waxed and clean, that woman doesn't have a shred of hair, but Viktor likes that because he can trace the golden lines that go from her pelvis to her core. Viktor keeps himself clean, not hairless, but well-groomed.

Intimacy: Even in their hatefucking era, it's extremely intimate. They always hold each other painfully close as if one of them lets go the other one will disappear.

Jack off: I don't see either of them needing to masturbate a lot since they are always three doors away from one another if they need each other, but sometimes it turns them on to watch the other do it to the thought of fucking. Viktor has shamelessly jacked off with her panties at least once.

Kink: Where do we start? Both of them have an ownership kink, they don't like sharing, they don't tolerate others making advances. As an extension to that marking kink, not necessarily visible, they're adults, but Mel knows ther marks of her nails are imprinted on Viktor's back and Viktor knows that there is a blooming mark on Mel's stomach and that gives them peace. Mild exhibitionism too. Both are big on the thrill of fucking in public.

Location: as I said, their bedrooms are fine, but the back of a gala or their offices simply is better.

Motivation: Competition. Winning. They love playing chess because trying to win and the smugness of outsmarting the other tuns them on painfully. The loser usually is a rather unwilling bottom that gets to be broken by the top (they're a mystery, you never know which one is going to explode first).

No: Nothing that physically harms the other. Under no circumstances and no roleplaying. They hate roleplaying. Both of them.

Oral: Viktor doesn't mind receiving, but he is a giver. A very skilled giver. He enjoys watching Mel unravel under his tongue. It makes him feel in control. He is also a very meticulous eater, and very purposeful. Mel doesn't like to give oral very much but understands its importance. She's just lucky Viktor is indifferent to receiving it. Although if the schedule is tight she'd gladly offer her assistance and as I said, he'd never hurt or pull on her, often the sight of her on her knees is enough for him.

Pace: Depends. If Viktor tops it's often a bit slower so he doesn't exert himself too much but it's also very clean and very good. If Mel tops things get much faster and much more rough.

Quickie: Big on quickies. They're very busy there's not often time for the whole package. She'd ride him in his office chair just to feel him close.

Risk: They take calculated risks. Fucking in public doesn't mean fucking in the bathroom where they could be caught. Although the rush of being caught does turn them on. Also having to conceal the nature of their relationship is thrilling.

Stamina: They like one round each, Mel perhaps could take more but in those cases, Viktor's mouth becomes a tool. He would gladly relieve any pressure and frustration even if he doesn't have the energy to actually fuck.

Toys: Big on straps and on small vibrators, one of those with the remote controls. (I'm not saying they only use those on Mel, I think they both enjoy it a fair amount).

Unfair: An open collar on Viktor, a high slit on Mel, a lingering touch, a lingering touch there, they love to tease one another. They would purposefully provoke jealousy to get to see possessiveness and ownership in the other.

Volume: Viktor is a loud grunter, Mel moans beautifully but quietly, usually in his ear.

Wild card: They have gone down to the pleasure house in the lanes and definitely tag-teamed on a sex worker.

X-ray: We've all seen it on screen, I don't think I need to say that Viktor is packing a big, slightly curved dick.

Yearning: Both of them have quite a high sex drive, since their drive is born out of frustration and intimacy, basically anything can set them off into a night to remember.

Zzz: They're both insomniacs. They lay in bed reading books for the next three hours or work.

A/N: My box is open to any Melvik and Skyce thoughts right now, because these four are driving me to the wall.

[wendy-frosting]

i luv the idea of mel coming to viktor at the end of a hard day in need of stress relief. but not sexual relief, just actual stress relief. Squeezing his middle like a teddy bear as she spoons him from behind, her chin on his shoulder.

and you forget that viktor definitely acts like he hates it, grumbling about falling behind on work and urging mel to “make it quick before Jayce sees us” AHHHHHHH

[mistresscitrusslice]

The Last Hours of the Day

Written for the @arcanefans4gaza event for the anonymous prompt:

(Meljayvik) Viktor and Jayce take care of Mel after a long day in the council

Thank you to anon for your donation and to the event organizers for arranging all this! <333

[sleepy-fiction]

Bad For The Both of Us

● 4.9k word melvik smut

How come you've hit that final chapter?

So long, your days of being free.

And I'm all for happy ever afters,

Just be sure it's where you want to be.

syn: Viktor appears to Mel years after the explosion, no longer a man, but pure arcane. Mel, master sorceress and ruler of Noxus, has unspoken sentiments for Viktor. And luckily for her, Viktor shares the same.

tags: messsyyyyyyyyyy, hate sex, pure fucking, sadism, power play, pain play, p n v, fingering, power brat bottom mel, bdsm, brat punisher viktor, cuteness fluff at the end

an: ITS SO GOOODFF GUYS. proof read, not beta read

Mel Medarda noticed it so quickly. It was the cosmic shift in the air, the tugging of foreign, dirty runes pulling at her empathic heartstrings. Enough to make her call out, sufficient to make her gasp, her head to spin and her arm to weakly hold onto the grand Noxion table before her.

Her knees buckled, sensing the bitter, lonely, troubled, aggressive runes. The forcing feeling was so familiar, the taste of it being something she knew only from her days in Piltover.

These were Hex Runes.

This was.

She sensed the solemn lonely cry.

No. This wasn't Jayce, this was.

Viktor.

She stood fiercely, sending books flying with a clutter. Mel's gorgeous red robes flew and hung off her shoulders to her arms, anger bursting through her veins as she sharply turned. Despite knowing it was him, she wasn't ready to see it.

No longer was he that inhuman creation of runes and scorched flesh, but white. His hair a pure color unbeholdst to nature, behind him, a little of sweetened purple galaxies, his face mellow, sorrowful. His hands were mere ghosts, the rest of his body still fading in as he descended from the ceiling almost hauntingly so.

Haunting, that perfectly described her and the years since Piltover's destruction. She has fought tooth and nail, crawling through the ranks and support of Noxions. Countless battles tested her empathy and her love for humanity. Countless wars Countless negotiations- her hunting of the LeBlanc and Vladimir. All of these brutal gores that could've been made if she had the support of--

Of. Her Jayce…

But here she was after all was said and done, after her name rang bells of peace of prosperity across the land after her magic matured like fine wine. He appeared.

She reached forward to him in the Arcane years ago, and searched for his untraceable runes, knowing such a manmade-mage wouldn't fall so easily.

Yet here he was when she didn't need him.

It made her want to cry.

Unsure of crying into him, or away.

So she let him approach a few feet before her. His feet slowly manifested, hovering over the marble floors before finally making contact. Viktor wordlessly whimpered, as his legs too buckled at the strength of her arcane. And stupidly, Mel reached out for him, rushing to catch his ghostly forearms.

But as expected of a specter, her hands phased right through him. She gasped slightly, closer now, drinking in his wild silver runes, how they buzzed against the gold bursting in her veins. Being so close made her head fuzz, causing her to grunt.

So she stepped backward, back towards her desk, where she sat on the tabletop.

He didn't look at her.

She could feel his grief.

And instantly, just as she knew all those years before, Jayce wasn't intuned to the arcane-- yes blessed by it-- but it wasn't inside of him-- not the way it did them-- Jayce was dead.

"I knew already," she whispered.

She moved on and tried love, yet it didn't fit. No one could fit.

That's when he finally looked up, a frantic rushed look on his face. It was tainted with a juvenile flare, a childish look on his face like a kid getting caught in a cookie jar. She snorted, amusement hanging her golden eyes, "What? You expected me not to know? I am a real mage, you are… less," she disrespected him, she knew it.

She was still angry.

The ghostly figure smiled, it was soft and small. Viktor began to walk around the space, it was her grand room in Noxus, equipped with a larger-than-life bed, grand bookcases, professional paints, and canvas, and was big enough to be a whole room back in Zaun. He'd never seen such luxury, through the eyes of his old cult yes, but never for himself.

He couldn't help but wonder, how different his life would be if he had this.

And also.

He turns to look at her.

If she was just as lonely as he was.

He had all of space, endless movement across cold universes and galaxies, across time. Observing happier, duller, and sadder variations of himself and Jayce, and after watching him so many times, experiencing him so many times, the most foreboding aspect of it all crossed him.

The terrifying, the crippling aspect.

Jayce Talis--friend, partner, loved one--was nevermore.

And despite living, observing various millennia for more time than time can count, he wisened in his years, realizing that his very universe was still unfolding before him. And had to come to the even harder conclusion that he could not exist in isolation with brainless, self-destructing comfort while real reality passes him.

He had to move forward.

And so, he regrettably returned.

And he regrettably yearned for the one person who could understand his love, his essence, and what he could become. The one person he envied.

The woman who had it all.

Power, Jayce, Authority, born with the silver spoon he chased.

The woman he modeled his creatures after.

Mel Medarda, everything he was not.

But, truly, if he were to honestly ask himself why he was here-- without all the words-- was because--

Tears sprung up from his eyes, yet, he wasn't human, so only reflections of light sparkled and disappeared down his cheeks.

And Mel, ever so stupidly, gasped and rushed to hold his forearms once more.

--Viktor was so so fucking lonely.

"Let me touch you," she commanded, knowing that she could if he just tried.

He refused, bundling his palms over his eyes. He was a specter, he wasn't human, so only reflections of notes came out of his mouth.

"Viktor," she barked. "Why are you doing this," her soul shook with despair.

She was an empathic mage. All she could feel was thus bottomless grief, yet had no way to ease it. No way to touch and to caress and to hold, no way to mold it away, the flick off tears and warm up cold skin. She could feel the endless mountain that he carried, how it thrust her and reminded her of her own. How it sprung up uncharged feeling about Viktor, how she felt betrayed yet overlooked it for Noxus sake.

It was always so easy to overlook him for the greater good, but now the greater good and the hardest challenge was to see him. To hold him, to understand, to feel him. Not just him but Zaun, the Zaunites she overlooked.

She was a counselor, she pushed him and Jayce to make weapons-- She could have prevented everything if she just didn't overlook him- overlook Zaun's struggles. Here she is coming face to face with her part in this whole mess, her part that she overlooked to focus on Noxus. Her part rang in her ears as she cared for the health of all people in Noxus, especially the lower class. The part that burdened her with unmeasurable guilt. She knew Viktor for years before ever meeting Jayce, yet not a single time did she--

"V-Viktor please," she mewled. Her last straw was broken, and so can her very human tears, snotty and ungraceful. She hiccuped and sobbed, "Please, please please…" Not knowing the weight of what she was begging. She spoke, "Please just let me touch you." Yet was brave enough to step towards it.

She spoke, "Just c'mer--" But before she could finish her words, Viktor's starry body manifested, crashing sloppily onto hers and toppling them both to their knees. He didn't care as he fell, as his voice vocalized his loud human cries. As his white, reflective body dug into hers as his head fell into her lap; greedy hands holding to the sides of her legs.

A pose, unbeknownst to him, he had subconsciously watched Jayce, universe after universe, perform with Mel. And subconsciously yearned for that fulfilling sense of comfort found in her.

Mel didn't care for how hard he flung her, how she quickly caught her weight with her palm and leaned forward to wrap her arms on his back, desperately leaning over towards him. She cried just as loud as he wailed, and like snotty children, cried and cried until they let it all out. Until their voices croaked, and their mouth was undoubtedly parched. Until Viktor's white skin finally, finally, flickered a fleshy peach.

Until his skin was warm, his hair brown and burdened with blonde streaks. Until his fingers were warm, tips of his toes too; until a fake heartbeat pulsed through his immortal body. But all of it was real to him, and ever so real to Mel.

He leaned up by then, his face messy and drenched, hair sticking in every direction, accompanied by a lazy smile and eyes that vulture Mel. Mel, as she tries to make herself more presentable, despite the long trail of snot that keeps sticking to her forearm as she tries to wipe it from her face.

Viktor, chuckling, reaches for her nose and wipes it away in an instant, not caring for the slime feeling. Somehow, it was pleasant to him. He forgot about all the various fluids humanity produced.

She stammers, "V-Viktor, no," and embarrassing wipes it away with her ruby robe.

"O-Oguh," he croaks at first, not used to speaking in millennia. Mel snickers, but he continues, "I didn't think you could cry, Counselor Medarda," his voice is teasing.

"Oh, but not as grotesque as watching light cry," she rolls her eyes. He laughs, his cheeks tinging pink, eyes embarrassingly flocking away from her.

Still, he won't let her win that. He spoke, "Hmm but not as--"

But unfortunately, a knock raptured at the door as a servant stepped in. She asked, "Leader Medarda. Are you alright? I heard a commotion."

"Yes… Lena, could you please bring us some tea," she looks to Viktor, who quickly slaps protective hands over his chest, "O-Oh! Um. And a change of clothes for our g-guest."

And weirdly, heat rushes to her face, and she can't seem to bring her eyes up from the floor.

The door shuts with a "yes ma'am", and Viktor awkwardly clears his throat.

"You, Viktor, embarrassed of nudity? Aren't you the mage who pranced around fully naked… while taking souls," she remarks smartly.

He gasps, "M-Mel! Why th- That is low brow!" He croaks it out, raising a playful hand to push her shoulder.

Satisfied giggles burst through her as she stands, dropping her robe to him. And as she peaks down, she admires him.

His soft pale skin, sweet brown hair accompanied by bagged eyes, and flushed beauty-marked cheeks. How skinny he was, and how he looked with her country's signature velvet red draped over his naked body. She feels, even more ashamed, despite everything that happened between them, of the attraction brewing in her veins.

She, stupidly, forgets to shut it down.

And stupider, watches him nervously and frantically covers himself in more of her robes. How she stares at the fleeting amount of skin as it disappears behind red, only revealing his skinny, bony collar bone.

And the freckle on his neck.

Soft enough to--

He asks, "Are you done ogling me, Counselor?"

She gasps, "It's not like that! I have not seen you 'normal' in forever."

He retorts, "Oh no, Counselor. I meant my question in that way. Unless. Oh, Mel… Were you not thinking like that--"

She squeaks, "I was thinking it the normal casual way!"

He speaks, "I don't think you were, M--"

"I'm pretty sure I was, I'm--"

"No you were way too--"

"You think I don't understand how I am feeling? I'm the empath mage I know feelings. I know myself exactly, I don't need you too--"

"You are defensive. Exactly, in my experience, only guilty women--" He's teasing her worse now, playing into the argument as he stands, holding onto her and limping despite no longer having an ailment after dying. Maybe it's a part of him that he still needs, a reminder of himself and his forgotten humanity.

"Ooh-ho-ho, you, Viktor, believe you know it all, don't you--"

"No, I am simply pointing out an observation, we scientists do that. It's our job you know… What you pay me to do."

A new voice squeaked out, "Um. Miss Medarda, the tea and clothes you asked for."

Ah.

She didn't even hear her come in…

[[

They talked all until deep into the night, not running out of things to say, and somehow through it all, ditching the tea for wine. And yet, still, the clothes Viktor was supposed to wear were perched on the desk, forgotten; as the pair sit around a fireplace, cozying up on a lounging sofa. Mel lay with her arms propped up on the sofa, while Viktor sat on the armrest, half of the long red robe falling off his shoulders and revealing freckled skin. He held the wine bottle in his hand, and his glass in the other, and poured for Mel as hers grew low. They both succumbed to the disease that was their humanity and pissy drunkenness.

He set the bottle down on the lamp table behind him. And he reaches with his hand to touch Mel's face. Her cheeks are soft and warm, her eyes doe-like and cute, the way they stare up at him. His fingers trace the golden patterns along her face.

Viktor spoke, "These patterns are remarkable. The Arcane has truly blessed you, Counselor…"

"It's Mel. And yes I am blessed. But tell me again, Herald… Did you lose your lack of personal space in the commune, or was it the centuries in space that taught you that," she asked. She slapped his hand awake with a peevish smile, drunkenly sitting up; never breaking eye contact. Her weight was unstable, as she sloppily leaned against the back of the sofa, with a snicker.

Viktor took a large sip, careless as beads of red rum dribbled down his chin. And when it finished, he reached back behind him for the wine, while speaking, "It's Viktor, and… You know, Counselor, you have a very smart mouth," the wine was empty, so he dropped his glass, and it rolled to the floor. He reaches and takes her glass, taking a deviously long sip, never looking away- before speaking; "All night you've been giving me sass… Someone ought to shut it up." His fingers again, rougher this time, reach for her face. He caresses her cheek roughly, before slipping his index and middle finger against her lips, they bump into her locked teeth.

She grabs his wrist aggressively, yanking his hand away and gracefully sneaking in towards him. They're deadly close, her free hand on his knee as she leans up into him, the smell of rum potent on her lips. "No one shuts me up. Ever. Viktor," she spitefully says his name, hissing it like a feral cat.

His lips parted, his eyes drunk in her stare, in her sass, in her warmth. He can't pull away, and from how it looks, she also doesn't want to. Rushing this would be horrible for the both of them, hurting each other- brutal.

Maybe it was the envy or the wine, but he didn't stop her when she drunkenly snuck teeth into his neck. He grunts, dropping his head back, reveling in the painful sensation. He almost forgot how addictive pain felt, how exciting it was to purposefully do the wrong thing when he knew what was right.

He drops the glass, purposefully succumbing to it all, accepting the heat coursing him. Purposefully accepting, he reaches with his hand grabs fists full of braids, and yanks her head back.

"Fuck it," he whispers.

Mel whines and cries in shock, but it doesn't last long as Viktor force-feeds her tongue. She slurps it up, ever so greedy, her hands gliding up to drag the robes off his shoulders. It was addictive, the way she clawed at him, Addictive and frantic, how they slurped and sucked each other's tongues. Nonsensical, the wild animalistic grunts and groans boil out from them both.

Viktor dropped his hold on her hair to toss off that flimsy robe as Mel mewled delightfully. He didn't stop there, as he lunged forward again, pinning Mel to the sofa, and letting his wild hands roam her barely covered breasts. He peeled back her black top from her breasts, and they bounced out delightedly. Her chocolate nipples are hard and alert, her chest also glimmering with her golden markings.

He grunted and laughed, so sadistic, the way he buried himself into the same body Jayce did. It was as if fate laughed at them, but truly, he couldn't care less. This was the most bliss he's ever had, and, as he teased her nipples with his tongue, he was sure this was the same for her. They were both equally cunning and equally evil.

It made him stand erect.

He rolled her between his fingers, pinching them mercilessly, as if he was trying to cause pain to her. Mel grunted and tossed her head back, rubbing her thighs together, desperate to get some friction. Viktor laughed, "Bad girl," and dropped his right hand to rip her legs open. "Take these off, M-- Counselor Medarda," he tugs at her tight pants.

Mel giggles excitedly, sitting up and reaching back to unzip herself, slipping out within seconds. She's left in plain black underwear, her curves causing him to twitch. He reaches forward to her breasts again, but she scoots close. "Viktooor," she whines, "let's go to bed hurry."

He stands, grabbing her by the arm, and rushing her over to it. Almost child-like, they giggle and snicker on their way there like teenagers sneaking out. Viktor immediately pushes her back onto it, listening to her breathless sighs as she crawls back on the vast bed. It was big enough to fit four, yet only she slept in it. Such a headless display of wealth, it made his lips snarl.

"For single a woman, you have quite the bed. Does it get lonely? Aah. Is it cold at night," he asks with a hiss. She chuckles darkly but says nothing yet as he crawls beside her, sucking in her sweet lips. She bites his bottom lip, harshly, watching it bleed and licking it up.

She spoke, "You're one to speak. You were supposed to share the galaxy with my boyfriend, but you accidentally killed him instead. Whose truly the lonely one here?" Her eyes were laced with venom, and Viktor fed off it.

"You know Mel," he sighs dangerously, looking away as if she meant nothing to him, "I don't need this body to fuck you. I can do it," Viktor raises his hand, his middle finger shining brightly before vanishing, "Right now." Mel suddenly feels a finger enter her walls, it pushes before thrusting deep into her. The abruptness makes her cry out, her head haphazardly hitting the bed frame hard. She barely has time to hold her head before Viktor thrusts swiftly, the sound of her wet walls squelching loudly in the air. It was sloppy, the way her black panties were so quickly drenched in seconds, highlighting just how horny she was.

He grinned slyly, his eyes lidded in inflation. She looked so undeniably beautiful. Her body, was toned and curvaceous, shining like the stars, dark and smooth, her beautiful braids clinging from her messy ponytail and around her body. And maybe, the faintest notion of fucking where Jayce once was made it even more wrong. And even more erotic.

"How- aaugh.. Are you- yoou," she tried to keep up, but she couldn't even form a sentence, as she flopped over onto her side, her nose next to his knee, and her hands reached into her thighs. She cries, "B-but… aah. You're a man-mu… made mage!"

"I am a god, Counselor. Or are you overlooking that too? I am the definition of wild runes, I am brilliance. I am final! I am limitless. I am the arcane," his voice is laced with anger. Anger from the past springing up, as he leaned down to peer into her eyes. He fucked her slow now, slow and rough, making sure to show her his hand, how it stayed compliment still, yet she was getting fucked by a mere finger.

Like a figment of her mind, a specter in the night.

Mel chuckles, staring deep into his eyes as she sneered, "Not all of it. You're wild, I am natural. I am natural born-- human-- blessed. You're not… I was born pure, you were made to replicate my image. You call yourself a God Viktor, then recreate Jayce."

Viktor slapped his hand over her mouth, the space where his middle finger would be filled up with her soft cheeks.

It's then his free hand guides her on her back and lays his thumb on her swollen clit. She twitches and arches into his touch as he runs brief circles on her. He barely gets to play with her for long, although. It's finally then, does she cum, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, toes curling.

His finger materializes out of her and back on. Viktor removes his hand and kisses her deeply as she rides down her high. Mel reaches for his shoulders, burying her hands into his long locks. In the ordeal, Viktor climbs on top of her, lining his dribbling cockhead up against her clit. He fucks into it, keeping his thumb there to press deep and harshly against the heavily enlarged bud.

Her golden nails dug up the skin of his flesh, the pain mixed with pleasure causing her toes to curl. Their sex was like fireworks to her, refreshing in the way it brought her closure, yet more dangerous than ever before. To her, she had mourned Jayce many, grieved him a lot. But years have passed, she's moved on, and she even, as hard as it was to admit was beginning to forget her face.

She didn't feel guilt, not the way Viktor did, she could sense it radiating from his arcane. But she felt it wrong still, after all, Viktor destroyed Piltover. Their history will make having a healthy, normal relationship without each other difficult. The underlying grudge hatred she had, despite accepting her hand in the whole ordeal, was still there. Soft and calling to her from the back of her mind.

But fuck, it felt so good to be so angry, to be so aggressive with him. She's poised, not allowed to show a crack of emotion here in Noxus. Unprofessional anger could lead to a miscalculation, a miscalculation: a misstep. A misstep, death by LeBlanc. So much frustration, so much buried deep inside.

She liked being so fucking unreasonable. So fucking feral and wild. For no reason at all other than she can, and he can handle it. Viktor can handle her rage, and she can easily handle his. They're angry at each other for so many past reasons, reasons words fail to voice. Yet so attracted to each other, oddly, despite never experiencing it before.

It was the danger for Mel, the taste and smell of wild runes in the air, fogging up her brain.

It was the power for Viktor, his desire to trample the flames, yet the sexiness of watching her speak and carry herself so confidently.

They're past the point of words now past the point of reason. Past the point of no return.

The only thing on their minds is to fuck, fuck hard, and fuck rough.

Viktor slips his tip towards her clothed hole, pushing the head in, feeling her clench roughly around it.

"Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuuck! Viiktor please," she mewls, clawing at his skin even more. She leans up to peer down at it all, her forehead resting against his.

He, thankfully, obeys, slipping out and pulling her panty to the side before sinking in. She swallows him up like he's nothing, a testament to the waterfall of lust he's cultivated in her. She's warm and tight around him, her flesh soft, her walls sucking him in. He's forgotten how good sex feels, how hot and sweaty and loud and fluid-filled it is. His hands grabbed her hips, as she wrapped her legs around him.

He thrusts pacedly into her, his tip fucking and massaging her walls, the sex causing her to cry out. Here she was, brimming on the edge of insanity, but they were just getting started. Her clit was begging to be touched, just a few twirls, and she'd cum. But an overwhelming part of her wanted the torture of edging, so she sloppily laid her hands back by her head, clenching her fingers into powerful fists.

It was so humiliating. Humiliating the way his addictive grunts and moans filled the air and made her walls flutter, humiliating how her heart burned and pumped viciously. She was out of breath yet full of fresh air at the same time. Humiliating, how his vice grip on her hips made her feel so taken care of; how her panties felt soggy and stuck to her body in place. Humiliating how his piping hot average-sized dick was hard like a stone but had a deliciously soft tip that knew where to strike her each time.

She can't take it anymore she has to cum. Mel frantically reaches for her clit, but her hand disappears, and in a flicker of light, reappears behind her head. She could only watch in disbelief, as her wrist bumped against her stomach with no hand attached to it, yet at the same time, she could feel her hand against the pillow by her hair. But as the shock fades, only anger remains.

Yet Viktor knows that, and he fucks her viciously fast.

She sputters out, "F-Fuck yyou!" Tears of frustration dribble down her cheeks.

"I think- haah you're already doing that," he pants with a chuckle.

It only makes her more turned on. So desperately, she tries to disguise her pleasure, her utter humiliation of how he had her helpless. She spits out, "I hate you so f-fucking much, Viktoor… You took everythinguh from meee." Her eyes finally find his face in the commotion, admiring his fucked out face.

His lips were agape, eyes glossy, eyebrows pinched in desire. His hair seemed to stick to his face, his blonde strands curling around his neck. It was so obvious that everything she said was going in one ear and out the other. He was drunk on pussy, and was about to cum. He opens his lips to say something back to her.

He speaks, "Mmh-- H-Hate? Your pussy pulls me back in every time, Counselor?"

Mel moans out viciously, clenching vice around his dick. He turned her on so effortlessly. She leans forward, carelessly holding onto his shoulders as he speeds up erratically. Just when she thought she'd be edging all night, his middle finger materialized on her clit, rolling it as he reached his high.

She gasped and moaned loudly, the sound enough to shatter through the vast room, her head tossing back, her toes curling, as climatic fireworks ran up and down her skin.

"Yes! Yes! Viiik-tor," Mel came, leaving a final, vicious claw down his back, drawing more blood to join the rest in their trail down his back.

Viktor shot his load deep into her velvet warmth, his tip kissing her cervix as if they had nothing to worry about. And as he moaned out, he finally called her name again, much like her, "M-Mel- aah…"

He slipped out and fell back on his butt, his legs stretching out on either side of her. She got a good view of his average-sized cock softening up. The handsome sight of his skinny chest heaving, mouth panting.

After a while of catching their breaths, Mel gulps, "May I have my hand back now, Herald?" She grins, drumming the floating hand against her cheek.

He smiles fondly, his eyes crinkling up with delight. "Hmm, no." Part of him is deadly serious.

Mel rolls her eyes, sitting up just to sloppily lay against his chest. His hands give out, and they fall back onto the bed. "By gods, you're a bitch, Viktor." She strokes him with her left hand, tuning into the sound of his heartbeat. "Hey, could you always fuck like that or--"

"Oh heavens no… I would have gotten weak maybe a quarter of the way. Too much activity, and too much strain on my legs… Hah, it was refreshing to move so," the words evaded him.

"Free?"

"Yes…"

She drew comforting circles on his chest. She could sense a sudden shift in his emotions. It was the aura of melancholy again, hinted with the flavor of bottomless lonesome. With a flicker of light, Mel's right hand returned to her.

Viktor grabs Mel's shoulders and speaks, "Well, Counselor--"

"Viktor. Stay the night. You ought to. You owe me this…"

His emotions immediately burst with delight. She giggled abruptly.

"Eh, not my thing."

Mel raises up, looking up at his flustered face as she softly rests her chin on him. "Oh, but I insist. My bed is warm, it's large, lonely" she says, "need I list more?"

"Fine. I will stay simply because--"

She interrupts, "And Viktor?"

He sighs in annoyance, "Yes?"

"Noxus is always welcome to you… My private quarters… are also open to you." Her eyes gleam in mischief.

Viktor sighs, "This will be bad for the both of us."

[vinnyvin-thevincent]

MelVik Fic: Ambition

Mel raised a curly eyebrow. “Really? So what’s going on?”

Something mischievous pulled at Viktor’s lips. He gestured in his friend’s direction with his free hand. “I’m having an affair in my boss’ office with this criminal.”

Summary- A calm night turns hectic because of Jayce Talis' trial.

Just a sweet and funny MelVik oneshot.

Rated- G

Read here!

[fenfyre]

MelJayVik Week 2022 - Hextech

Day 1 of @meljayvikweek - Hextech

When Mel wakes from restful sleep the morning is still dark and quiet with only the barest hints of indigo creeping up across the horizon. For a moment she lies there, listens to the soft noises of Jayce's snoring, and wonders what has woken her this early. She can not quite put her finger on it until she rolls over and peers across her sleeping partner's body to find his other side suspiciously empty. 

When they settled down for the night Viktor had been curled up on Jayce's other side, boneless and so tired he had fallen asleep immediately.

Taking a slow breath Mel pushes herself up, rubs the sleep from her eyes to look around the room. No movement, no sign of Viktor. Only a faint sliver of light falling in where the door has been left ajar. Sending one last look down at Jayce, who is gracelessly drooling onto her silk pillows, Mel smiles to herself, lingers for a breath longer, and then slides out from under the covers and scoots to the edge of the bed.

The parquet is cold under her bare feet but Mel does not remember where in the house she left her slippers. If they might still be downstairs or somewhere in the bathroom. She had been too distracted last night to care much about where she lost them. Just like the rest of her clothes. But she does find a satin robe on an armchair by the balcony and slides into it, tying it shut as she slips out of the bedroom. Behind her the faint snoring continues.

Out in the hallway she finds the light coming from downstairs and follows it on bare feet, all the way through the silent house and into the sitting room. There she finds Viktor, half turned away from her on one of the couches by the dying embers of the fire. The lamp he has dragged closer to illuminate the device in his lap casts his profile into sharp relief. Except for a too big pair of sweatpants that must belong to Jayce he is bare and so lost in his work he has not noticed Mel standing by the doorway yet.

She only takes advantage of it for a few moments, watching the diligent and precise way he wields his screwdriver, how he tightens gears and secures thin, golden plates. His mouth is set into a sharp line of concentration Mel wants to kiss until it smoothes out again. She smiles to herself at the thought, then steps into the room. When she speaks it is soft as not to startle him.

"What are you working on?"

The steady motion of his hands stills as he looks up and over at her, blinking once, twice. Finding back into reality, into the current moment. Mel has seen it before, on both him and Jayce, how they need time after long stretches of intense work to settle back into reality. Sometimes she wishes she could join them, wherever it is they go together. But as long as that is not possible she will wait for them to meet her when they return. 

After all there are other places she can take them, just like she had last night. Those they can enjoy together, all three of them.

"I ... couldn't fall back asleep", he says, voice rough and halting. Mel can not help but notice that is not the answer to the question she asked but she allows it for the moment as she steps further into the room.

"So we'll have to try harder next time", she nods lets a slight smirk to sneak onto her lips. "I'll let Jayce know."

A sharp exhale that is a sign of amusement, she learned, then his eyes flick back down to the device in his hands. 

"No that ... that was fine. More than fine, really." The faintest trace of a smile that makes her heart flutter unfairly. The first time it had happened, that she had seen those little smiles coaxed out of him by Jayce or, better yet, somehow managing to do it herself, she had been irrationally confused by her own excitement. Now though she welcomes the flutter instead of pushing it away and savours the feeling. 

Only after a moment of sweet, lingering silence does she move on, steps up to and behind the couch to peer over Viktor's shoulder. The thing he is working on is some kind of cube of shimmering, gilded metal, one side barely larger than his palm. There are intricate symbols etched into the center surface of each plate with the topmost one removed for Viktor to reach the inner workings of the device.

He looks over his shoulder at her, taking in her quiet interest, before turning back to his work. That hint of a smile still lingers on his face.

Both of them stay silent as he continues, adjusts something inside the device she can not see from this angle. Then he reaches for the loosened plate and fixes it back into place, closing the cube. When he puts the screwdriver aside and rotates the cube in his palm, an opening on one of the sides comes into view, one that Viktor slots a tiny, golden key into just a moment later. He turns it a few times, as if winding up the device, and then leans forward to set the little cube down on the coffee table.

A soft clicking. Some mechanical whirring noises. Then the golden plating on top seems to shift and slide apart, revealing a blue gem slowly rising up and out. 

Intrigued Mel leans forward, places her hands on the backrest of the couch.

A flicker of light. A spark.

And then the room is dipped into soft blue as flecks of bright light rise out of the crystal and arrange themselves into shapes and constellations, slowly twirling and shifting, hovering in the air.

Mel lets out a soft, awed breath at the display that is so obviously an homage to the birth of Hextech, taking her back to that night she found the two of them floating among the magic of their creation.

Of course the scope is much smaller, instead of filling the entire room with twinkling, moving lights the device only projects into the air right above the coffee table, creating a contained, ever shifting bubble of blue. There do not seem to be any anti-gravitational properties, either. But the sight alone is enchanting enough and Mel feels herself drawn to it, to the hypnotic circles of constellations.

"It's beautiful", she breathes and the display's hold on her is only broken by the way Viktor hums and nods, his movements drawing her attention.

"What does it do?"

"Oh..." He gives a quiet, almost bashful laugh and shrugs. "Only this. It's a ... a children's toy."

The surprise on her face must be palpable when he throws another glance over his shoulder to look at her.

"Just a little, private project. It's not even a real Hexcrystal. Please don't cut our funding."

It is a joke, of course, but Mel knows Viktor enough by now to notice the honest nerves in the tilt of his head. In the way his fingers find the strings of Jayce's sweatpants to fiddle with them. But before she can answer there is another flicker, a spark, and then the blue light fades as the device shuts off. When she looks back over at it there is a faint trail of smoke rising up from the blue crystal that has gotten jammed halfway sliding back into the device.

Viktor grits out a few words in a language she recognizes but cannot understand, though by the sound of it he must be cursing as he reaches out to take the cube back into his hands.

"This keeps happening...", he mumbles, manually pushing the crystal back in and sliding the plating shut. There is an unhealthy cracking sound that makes Mel wince but that Viktor ignores in favour of turning the device in his hands a few more times.

"Something is jamming the closing sequence but I just cannot seem to find the blockage. Whenever I take it apart it looks like everything should be running smoothly..."

Before Mel knows it he has procured the screwdriver again and begins to open up another side of the cube, slowly taking out the tiny, golden screws that keep it fixed in place. He works quick, with nimble fingers and disgruntled focus and she watches for a moment or two before leaning down to wrap her arms around him from behind, nudging her cheek against his.

"You could try and find out tonight", she hums, watching as the certain motions of his fingers slow, his one fist closing more tightly around the collection of tiny golden screws he already removed.

"Or..." One of her hands slides down to his chest, fingers fanning out wide below his collarbones. She drags it lower, grazing one pale nipple as she nuzzles against his cheek. "...you put your private project on hold and come back to bed. There's always time to keep testing tomorrow. Maybe you could even ask Jayce for input if you want?"

"Input on what?", comes a rough voice from the doorway, the words slightly slurred. When they both look up they find Jayce standing there in nothing but a pair of temptingly tight underwear he had definitely not been wearing while still asleep. One of his hands cards through his hair, then drags down across his face to rub at an eye as he steps closer. "What are you even..."

He trails off as he catches sight of the golden device in Viktor's hands, blinking a few times as he seems to shake the sleep from his mind.

"What's that?", he sounds significantly more awake as he slides onto the couch next to Viktor and Mel can not decide whether to roll her eyes at their predictability or melt at her sheer endearment towards them both. She already knows the rest of the night is lost when she hugs Viktor more tightly and dips her head forward,  sighs a soft noise against his shoulder.

"Just a ... a toy projector..."

"Nice, can I see?"

The cube is already switching hands when Mel straightens to stretch her hands above her head, then unceremoniously climbs across the back of the couch to join them. Grabbing a blanket from the other side of the couch to spread across hers and Viktor's laps.

By the time Viktor hands over the screwdriver as well Mel is already dozing off on his shoulder, curled up against him with a loose arm winding around his waist, barely feeling his kiss against her temple before her eyes slide shut.

~

When Mel stirs again some time later the morning is soft pink and filled with the quiet humming of the finalized projector painting constellations into the air above the coffee table. Now and again there is the sound of a snore from Jayce, who is stretched out on Viktor's other side with his head resting in their partner's lap. There is a second blanket thrown haphazardly across his broad body and pale fingers are slack where they are winding between strands of his hair.

When she dares to move enough to look at Viktor after a few, silent moments, she finds him asleep as well, his head tipped back against the couch and lips parted slightly around deep, even breaths.

His neck will probably hurt once he wakes up, Mel muses. But she does not entertain the thought of waking him just yet. They can take care of any soreness with a nice warm compress and the oil she keeps upstairs for thorough massages. For now Viktor is finally asleep again and Mel is content to keep it that way for a while.

So she pulls the blanket up and cuddles closer to him, rests her head on his shoulder and listens to the soft breathing of her partners. Traces her fingers along a pale arm and watches the hypnotic sway of twirling stars until her eyelids grow heavy again.

~

You can find this fic and all my other MJV Week 2022 entries on ao3 as well!

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Commissions | Kofi | AO3 | twitter | pillowfort

[wendy-frosting]

I dream about domestic modern AU!melvik a lot.

Mel coming home to an otherwise empty house besides a note sitting on the counter saying “Don’t make dinner.” So she doesn’t. They have a black cat that roams their apartment, rubbing up against Mel’s legs (side note, I’d like to think Mel gets jealous when the cat sits on Viktor’s lap and not hers <333. “He just likes me more,” Viktor would brag 😵‍💫🩷).

So when Viktor comes home with Mel’s favorite take out, groceries, and flowers, one of the bags hanging off his cane, she’s quick to shower him with love and attention for the rest of the night.

Im also obsessed with the idea that movie nights with Melvik are full of cuddles under thick blankets (Viktor is def the type to be cold 25/8), the cat from before plopped right on top, interrupting any kisses or caresses with it’s fat butt.

jfc i could talk about this for hours

[wendy-frosting]

MELVIK DRABBLE BECAUSE OF THIS TWEET

family au!melvik when Mel is out on a work trip

Viktor knows that their little girl, their daughter, Jane (can you tell who had a say in the name picking? xd), is all his responsibility when Mel is gone. Although living in Piltover, Viktor still grew up in Zaun. He has those Zaun instincts, familial and parental instincts. He’s not one of those parents who will stop their kid from doing anything and going anywhere, no, no. Because he knows how lucky they are to live in Piltover.

Viktor is by no means a top-notch father. He struggles to use a knife or a stove with one hand, and he doesn’t understand boy troubles that his teenage daughter has. But he DOES know her favorite color, candy, food, etc.

Going out to the mall with dad!viktor is like having your own personal wallet. “Get it sweetheart,” He’d say if his daughter laid her eyes upon a necklace for half a second. “Put it in the cart,” anytime she picked up a bag of chips or candy. He would’ve killed for this freedom as a kid, to not have tight money, to get whatever snacks he wanted. And seeing his daughter’s face light up when he allows her to get a t-shirt she wanted makes his whole week.

Oh my god, and if someone hurt HIS baby girl? If someone tried to advance on her? If his daughter was sitting on a bench, eating ice cream with a short skirt on, and some old man passes by with a snarky comment, “You don’t get that view every day.” Viktor might’ve just beat the man to death.

I’d like to think Viktor hits people with his cane. Trips them on the sidewalk, tilting their head up with his cane with a cold, “What did you just say to my daughter?” I don’t think Viktor is particularly strong, but he is intimidating. Usually just calling out the creep does enough, but I’d think that if Viktor saw the man again, they would be ridiculed in public, pants get torn down, or they mysteriously trip over their own feet.

Another thing I think about is if dad!viktor had a teenage daughter, and he had her period schedule memorized. Knew when they were running low on tampons, knew when she was craving her favorite snacks. It’s not like he keeps track on a pad of paper, he just KNOWS.

It’s those Zaunits parental instincts wbk!!!

idea credit: @/circusmantis on twt

[nualaofthefaerie]

Li's Merry Jolly Hexquad Holiday week

Happy Holidays, everyone. 🎄

I've had so much fun hanging around everyone in the last month even if the tensions around the fandom have grown quite a bit during this time, which is sad to see. Still, in the giving spirit of the Holidays, I decided to rectify the situation by myself.

Until the 1t of January, I am opening my drabble requests as GIFTS for everyone in all corners of the Hexquad square (that includes Jayvik, Skyvik, Melvik, Jaymel, Skyce, Melsky, Hexteam, JayMelVik and the Hexquad itself, any of the pairings will be accepted)

RULES TO REQUEST:

You choose your ship:

🦋 - Jayvik

🌹 - MelJay

🌌 - Skyvik

💎 - Melvik

🎀 - Melsky

🍃 - Skyce

🧪 - Hexteam

🎖 - JayMelVik

🎭- Hexquad

2. You pick your flavour:

☀️ - fluff

🔥 - smut

❄️ - angst

3. You can also choose your AU:

❤️ - Canon-compliant

🧡 - Survivors of the Glorious Evolution

💛 - Modern actors/idols!AU

💚 - Modern Academic!AU

🩵 - Modern Office!AU

💜 - Arcane realm shenanigans

🩷 - A third secret Li's thing

4. You can add one wish per request. Like something you want to see in the drabble - a sentence, a scene, a visual, an art that you wish to inspire the drabble, it all goes. But only ONE.

I hope this will be a nice way to establish this blog as a peaceful place where no slander of fictional characters or mean-spirited discourse is tolerated. The length of the drabbles will vary depending on how I'm feeling more or less, but please be kind and patient.

ALSO, all drabbles will be posted simultaneously here and on Ao3.

Love,

Li 🪷

[citrusmistressscribbles]

Reblogging on my writing blog ‘cause I posted it on my regular by accident and can’t be bothered to redo all that

The Last Hours of the Day

Written for the @arcanefans4gaza event for the anonymous prompt:

(Meljayvik) Viktor and Jayce take care of Mel after a long day in the council

Thank you to anon for your donation and to the event organizers for arranging all this! <333