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demacianpuppet · 5 months
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alenseress · 11 months
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bi4bi(4bi) appreciation for my soul and peace
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midasclasm · 2 years
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erm… they are on a date
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mayako2308 · 1 year
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meljayvikweek · 9 months
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... Well, we missed May!
Due to my own irl conflicts, I was unable to run Meljayvik 2023 this May, but if there's enough interest, Meljayvik 2023 could be a possibility! Please vote below on whether an event like last year is an interest to you:
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tinfoilmagician · 2 years
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Arcane brainrot has brought upon headcanons, primarily of the Meljayvik sort because they all deserve to be happy and I do not care what canon says. (Infodump incoming so as not to take up too much space:)
They’re all autistic. Told me themselves.
Jayce is dating Mel and Viktor and Mel and Viktor have a queerplatonic relationship I don’t make the rules.
There are days when Mel can’t force out any words no matter how hard she tries and it scares her. Her words and diplomacy are where she draws her power form and not being able to access that takes it away. Jayce and Viktor take it upon themselves to pamper her and make sure she doesn’t have to go to the council those days, usually resorting to inane lies.
Oh, did I mention Mel’s the only one who can really lie? But they do their best, even if to an outside perspective said lies are implausible unless Heimerdinger vouched for them. (Because very few people at first believe that Jayce “Hextech Golden Boy” Talis got lost in Piltover IKEA and Mel had to look for him no matter how many times that actually happened.)
Other notable lies include “contagious illness” and “the kitchen is on fire” (where Viktor actually set the kitchen on fire because “eh, it was going to happen eventually anyways.”)
Anyways on bad days Jayce and Viktor spoil Mel with bubble baths and calming music to decompress, Jayce gives her the most incredible massages and Viktor braids her hair until the stress melts away.
Mel and Viktor sometimes tell Jayce stories of their childhoods and he just gets so horrified by what they’re convinced is normal and they don’t know whether they should laugh or go to therapy.
Probably both.
Viktor often Does Not Know How To Person. Yes he can do incredible science stuff but he would burn down the apartment if he tried to make hash browns and often forgets to eat and sleep (cause mood.)
Jayce is also like this but in a himbo way rather than a cryptid way. Look at this man and tell me he has never gotten his finger stuck in the Chipotle wall.
Jayce has a shit ton of responsibilities and often makes lists to remember them all… except then he forgets where the lists are.
They all infodump to each other constantly. Viktor and Jayce talk Mel’s ear off about the newest Hextech ideas, and then Mel does the same about her painting. She has on multiple occasions tried to teach them perspective and color theory even though they still draw like children. She finds it adorable.
Mel and Viktor are ABSOLUTE GREMLINS together and blow off steam by playing small tricks on Jayce, and Mel especially loves it because nobody would ever believe it was her.
Occasionally Viktor listens to the same song over and over again for weeks until whatever he was using to listen “mysteriously breaks.”
Anyways I love my himbo, cryptid, and girlboss, they’re absolutely magnificent and the best part of Arcane and I don’t care who I have to kill to give them happiness.
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dannidorina · 2 years
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✨For meljayvik truthers!✨
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jayktoralldaylong · 2 years
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Baby boy gonna lose both of them, on the same day, at the same time. To make things worse he's going to watch the whole thing happen.....knowing that...it was his fault. That he chose peace and now.....
(Yes, I'm in inconsolable tears over MelJayVik.)
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heavensenthale · 2 years
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I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Fandom: Arcane Relationship: Mel/Jayce/Viktor Rating: mature
an origin story for hunger
warning for blood obviously, this is a vampire AU
Read on AO3
Excerpt:
As most things start, it started with a feeding.
There was a lovely dark-haired woman waiting for them at Mel’s feeding room, handpicked by Elora just as every other night since she joined Mel in her travels a few years prior. It didn’t have to be, but girls went missing all the time and forgotten when the next one disappeared. Her mother had taught her well.
Once the girl was a corpse on her expensive bed, Mel took a luxurious bath and sat with her thoughts about the two scientists she had met a couple of years back. Viktor, whose sickly disposition would make him a weak-willed vampire, and Jayce, whose sensibilities would make a terrible vampire as well. But they had burrowed under her skin and Mel wanted. She wanted to be selfish and keep them for her.
She wondered if there was any chance they’d be willing to take the bite when a crashing sound made her turn her head in the direction of the door.
“Gentlemen, you better not make a mess you can’t pay back. Her Lady is busy at the moment. You’d be better off leaving her alone.”
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fenfyre · 2 years
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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.
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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.
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You can find this fic and all my other MJV Week 2022 entries on ao3 as well!
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bughat · 2 years
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I still like the idea of a modern HS/College AU where Kino’s not cool with the idea of his sister slumming around with these lower house/undercity boys from school, especially after the first time they get hauled in by enforcers for blowing shit up in abandoned lots.  Then he actually meets them and they’re these GIANT fucking excitable dorks with nerdass hobbies that basically worship science, energy drinks, and Mel, and he’s just like “...Really?  Omg, really?” Also: Kino: They can NEVER meet our mother, she will destroy them o__o Mel:  I don’t even want her to know they exist o__o
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hextechery · 2 years
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Wrote some poetry for @meljayvikweek​ over on AO3! I have the first five days ready to go but the last two are major wips rn, but I’ll be posting a poem a day until Thursday!
Here’s some Mel for day 1 ✨✨
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midasclasm · 2 years
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I need to take my Crazy pills
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stridermari · 2 years
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MelJayVikWeek 2022 - Day Two (Craftsmanship)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/38888610
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meljayvikweek · 2 years
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✨✨UPDATE!!!✨✨
We're pushing back a week! The carrd will be updated asap, and none of the prompts are changing! This is in response to a request from contributors for some extra time! Thank you all so much for keeping up with us and staying updated!
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