#meljayvikweek

[dannidorina]

Day 1: ⚙️H E X T E C H⚙️

Mel shooed Heimer out to congratulate the boys herself

[cheaploafs]

something quick for meljayvik week because i completely missed all of the prompts unfortunately

[x]

[guileheroine]

meljayvik mermaid au

for @meljayvikweek, day 3: AU

JAYCE, an intrepid seafaring naturalist, has nurtured a covert, lifelong interest in the supernatural. Lured by myths of mermaids, he sails the world in pursuit of the mystical creatures, determined to understand their strange biology. His talented partner VIKTOR has been experimenting with ever more esoteric methods in the hopes of curing his worsening illness. With Jayce's help, he attempts to harness mermaid magic in order to rejuvenate and transmute his ailing body. When they encounter MEL, a proud and bewitching mermaid queen, she grants them access to her undersea empire, intrigued by their experimental methods and their tenacity. With her favour, the two men unlock the secrets of the supernatural and save Viktor's life.

[moonsdancer]

My family and I are simple people. In our factory, we made hammers. They were probably used to cut the stones you're standing on right now. / My father put hammers in the hands of the people, and they built this city. Imagine the wonders they could create if we put magic in their hands. / We need to act.

meljayvik week 2022 | prompt: craftsmanship & jayce

I love that Jayce is a skilled blacksmith and craftsman, that he can handle a gigantic forge all by himself while only breaking a few aesthetic drops of sweat, that he's clearly a compulsive tinkerer and probably "upgrades" even the most random tchotchkes for fun (see: the super nose hair clipper). I also love that he's been sketching iterations of his hextech hammer since he was a child, and that we see the schematics for said hammer way back in act 1 when the notion of having to wield such a weapon wasn't really on his radar, at least not consciously. There's something charmingly democratic about how Jayce understands magic. And it's rooted very much in his family legacy, the Talis toolmakers who're responsible for the retractable socket wrench among other innovations that have helped and improved the material lives and realities of Piltovans for decades. It's this same practical, get your hands dirty and do something approach that he brings to other arenas of his life, from the development of Hextech to his leadership as a councilor. Jayce isn't stupid or dumb, which is how he's so often described or handled in fandom discourse. He's just someone who is supremely smart and has always understood that there's a tool or a solution to "fix" or at least ameliorate any problem that he's faced with. Whether it's a hammer or magic, there must always be a way and a means to act, to make things better, to fix, to help.

His journey is about learning that sometimes the "answer" to a big problem isn't so simple, especially when the problem is complex, tangled up and terribly, tragically human. He does start to learn that lesson by the end of the season, and it turns out that his "solution" - the diplomatic peace treaty - is both the most complicated yet simple answer to the issues facing a city on the brink of war and because of that he's the one who comes up with it, not anyone else on the council. Not sure if that's irony even if we know what happens next but it makes me happy all the same.

[heavensenthale]

@meljayvikweek Day 1: Hextech

if they find out, will it all go wrong? (heaven knows, no one wants it to), meljayvik, 2.6k words

Read the full work on AO3

The day after the Hextech breakthrough, Viktor and Jayce stand where Jayce once stood alone: in front of an angry council that did not want to hear rhyme nor reason. The discussion has dragged for so long, Viktor feels it in his joints. He is leaning heavily on his cane, the handle digging painfully in his hand, wondering how long until the council stops making a fuss out of things. They will approve the development of Hextech, he’s sure of it, they just need to get it out of their system. He just wishes, they were done with their posturing already.

In the end, the vote is once again split: Councilors Medarda, Kiramman, Hoskel, and Salo —out of all people— vote in favor of pursuing Hextech. They’re given a one-year deadline to present their discoveries in a way that benefits the city or both will be exiled. Viktor wants to argue that a year is not enough time, but Jayce confidently assures the council their findings will be ready by then. The council then proceeds to set guidelines for the new committee overseeing Hextech for about an extra hour and they’re tasked with gathering a team of scientists to work in the project but Viktor is too busy trying to stay upright to pay attention. They’re dismissed shortly after that.

The minute he’s out of the council room, Viktor leans against the wall and sighs, eyes closing heavily. This is not what he imagined when he approached Jayce about his research. He’s not sure how much of this he can handle. A hand on his shoulder startles him.

“Are you alright?”

Viktor opens his eyes to find Councilor Medarda eyeing him curiously, her brows furrowed in interest.

“Why wouldn���t I be?” he forces out, his voice raspy with disuse. While he wasn’t exiled, a more dangerous path laid ahead of him, working side by side with Jayce to deliver on the promises made in front of the Council.

She scans his face and nods decisively. “I’ll see you around then, Viktor.”

She’s gone before Viktor can reply, her firm strides followed by a hurried assistant. Viktor watches her go, his heart beating in sync with the sound of her steps as she walks away.

Jayce finds him still staring in the direction she left.

“What are you thinking about?” He’s a ball of pent-up energy, almost vibrating out of his skin. Viktor feels pulled into his gravity, drawn into his world of magic where the unknown is the only known variable. Jayce seems immune to Viktor’s apprehension, still riding the high of the discovery, the high of vindication.

It’s contagious, this optimistic enthusiasm of his, and Viktor feels the knots in his stomach unfurl. Jayce has a dream, a vision, where Hextech is the answer to the world’s most pressing issues and he’s spent the last few years of his life dedicating every free moment of his life to bring it to fruition.

Our Hextech dream, he said.

And when Viktor looks at him, unable to contain his excitement for the possibilities ahead, he believes him. This isn’t empty ambition to fill his pockets to the brim with the money brought on by new inventions, Jayce truly has faith in the life-changing future of Hextech development. He wants to improve the world, improve lives. He’s already improved Viktor’s, if he’s being honest.

Viktor spares a last thought to Councilor Medarda’s inquisitive eyes —what was that about? — and turns to Jayce.

At last, he replies.

“Nothing.”

[meljayvikweek]

Meljayvik Week 2022

Meljayvik week is a week focused on the polycule ship of Mel Medarda x Jayce Talis x Viktor from Arcane, a League of Legends-based television show.

The week will run from May 1st to May 9th.

All important information is on our carrd.

Any questions will be answered via this account and added to the FAQ!

[eddawrites]

A little NSFW something for @meljayvikweek Day 4 prompt: Mel x Jayce

[bigowlenergy]

Séance

Brought to you by MelJayVikWeek 2022, the following fic now exists!

Séance, a meljayvik fic about dying and being dead in Piltover. Not literally. Metaphorically? Poetically? Does it matter?

Click HERE to find out!

Chapter 1, Scaffolding Design 1: Risk Assessment Using Past Examples is live. On the menu today is understanding Jayce and Ximena, feat Viktor.

Most of the fic is melvik heavy, so this is a special treat <3

Francis

[stridermari]

MelJayVIk Week 2022 - Day Four (AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38928687

[hextechery]

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 ✨✨

[sweatercowboy]

@meljayvikweek day 8: free space! Forgot to post it here oop

[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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[moonsdancer]

Are you sure this is safe? Of course not. / I can feel my body... eroding.

meljayvik week 2022 | prompt: arcane & viktor

Like everyone else, Viktor's on a journey of becoming. His is much more explicit and maybe tangible (for much of the audience) because it's focused primarily on the self. If Jayce is preoccupied with creating tools that can enable and "empower" as he sees it; if Mel is obsessed with painting the world in gold i.e. transforming the world around her to something better and kinder; then where is Viktor's core concern focused? The Self, the Body, and in some ways the Mind. It's physical, and psychological, maybe even a little spiritual, because that hexcore was quite literally communing with him even before he decides to use his own body as a science experiment and begin his transformation. Or should we call it an evolution?

[heavensenthale]

hunger

meljayvik vampire au, ~600 words, mature

cw: blood, mild gore, vampires drinking blood (as they do)

written for @meljayvikweek Day#4: AU. Special thanks to Amber @gaymergal for dropping the prompt “no worries, it's not my blood” into my inbox

Read on AO3 or click Read More.

Mel heard the door open and close in the background and, for a brief moment, she contemplated getting up from bed, but there was no reason. Jayce could deal with whoever thought it was a good idea to interrupt her mid-feeding. Warm, sweet blood flowed into her mouth and with it, her hunger receded to the back of her mind for another night.

“Viktor, what the hell?” The woman under her mouth spasmed when Mel bit down harder, her pleasure spilling into Mel’s mouth with the force of a flood. Mel swallowed a last mouthful before letting her body drop to the bed.

She’d either survive another meal or bleed to death while she dealt with this.

Mel turned around to find Viktor covered in blood, his white shirt soaked, sticking to his chest, dripping down her carpet. She quirked an eyebrow in his direction. Even when she was aware of her own insatiable hunger, as a born vampire she had better control over her deadly instincts, something her darling lovers were still struggling years after turned.

“No worries, it’s not my blood,” Viktor smeared blood over his mouth with the back of his hand, tilting his head in the direction of the door. “We might have a problem, though.”

“What did you do?” Jayce’s tired voice almost warmed Mel’s undead body. She walked closer, her bare feet silent on the expensive carpet, grabbed Jayce’s hand and brought it to her lips, his fingertips barely ghosting her skin. Jayce’s eyes darted to Mel, stopping on her mouth still dripping blood. He licked his lips hungrily, but didn’t come closer to catch the sweet, red drops with his tongue.

“Darling, let him explain.” Mel playfully bit down his finger and he caught her intention, wiping the corner of her mouth, licking the blood from his fingers afterwards. “There’s gotta be a good explanation.”

Mel turned in Viktor’s direction and narrowed her eyes. In the years she’s known them, her boys have done a number of stupid things, but nothing a good glamour can’t fix. She wonders what it was this time around. “Start talking, Viktor.”

A hint of hesitation came over her lover’s face, but it was gone in a blink. “So, I ran into one of the Barons tonight-“

Jayce groaned, retreating to the bed to check on their meal, clearly trying to prepare himself for the end of Viktor’s story.

With a sigh, Mel turned around and joined Jayce on the bed, grabbing one of the woman’s wrists, placing her lips on her pulse point. The woman moaned as Jayce drank from her throat.

“How many dead?” Mel ran the tip of her tongue on the woman’s wrist.

“Three, but that’s not the point.” Viktor came closer and sat on the bed, running a hand up Jayce’s arm. “Did you know Silco has a weapon now?”

“Silco is a weak, aging man.” She sank her teeth into the wrist, letting the blood drip down her lips. “He can acquire as many weapons as he wants, he will not live to see another decade.”

“Yeah, tell that to the blue-haired human girl that just killed a Baroness for looking at Daddy the wrong way.”

Jayce spluttered, coughed and lifted his head in Viktor’s direction. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“Darling, please swallow before you speak,” Mel admonished, an amused smile playing at her lips. “Human girl, you said?” Viktor nodded, eyes dark as he followed the trail of blood on Mel’s face. “If Silco wants to come after you for the Barons, let him. I’ll remind him why humans never stick around.”

Mel pushed the dying woman’s arm in Viktor’s direction and he took it gratefully. Her thumb traced Viktor’s cheek as he bit down and Mel watched delighted how her lovers sucked the woman dry.

With a dismissive hand wave, she added, “they can try, but no one’s taking my boys from me.”

[meljayvikweek]

[moonsdancer]

AU: elemental {fire} fae princess mel / knight jayce

meljayvik week 2022 | prompt: au & mel x jayce