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She/They/He Baby Ficwriter https://archiveofourown.org/users/Stellophile/works

[stellophile]

Hi

You can call me Blobby (She/They)

For now this blog is for me to scream into the abyss about my interests (Arcane/mostly JayVik at the moment, tho I also enjoy starwars on occasion). Within the arcane fandom I enjoy most ships. Meljayvik is my fave but I am a shameless multishipper.

You'll occasionally see writing from me of the personal nature. I am a poet sometimes. I write fanfiction (see my link in my header).

Nice to meet you :)

[stellophile]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/79522161

Read Between the Lines

The basement of Piltover University library was secluded, full of dampening carpet and walls, and was good for exactly two things: fraternity hazing rituals in the dead of night, and a quick fuck. The latter was something that Mel and Vik knew intimately. They’d made it a routine: study for an hour until tensions built up to a high, and then spend the next fifteen minutes blowing off steam.

OR

Mel and Vik get caught fucking in the library. What follows is nothing short of heaven.

Explicit. 7.4k words

[stellophile]

merry christmas, @acejayce !! surprise i was your secret santa for #onlymeljaysecretsanta🤗i hope you enjoy this fic and that you have a happy holiday 🫶🫶 i loved your prompt, it was very fun to work with!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76213401

[evilhadesx]

first time drawing my favourite ship....kinda nervous

👉🏾👈🏾

[stellophile]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Viktor had never been terribly fond of beaches. Sand was scratchy and got everywhere, especially in his braces (Jayce was dedicated to designing one with him that would withstand the challenges that such an environment posed). Alas, he had only himself to blame. His only request for the honeymoon was ‘somewhere warm’.

OR

Flashes of Meljayvik's honeymoon.

(exactly ) 5.6k words

[stellophile]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Can you check the forecast again, love?” Mel’s voice rang from the bathroom, echoey and light.

Jayce glanced out the large window behind him, which painted a very complete picture. Dark clouds had been looming overhead, threatening to open the floodgates, all day. Jayce opened his suit jacket and pulled his phone out. Before he’d even gotten his phone unlocked, a low rumble shook the entire house. Jayce looked over at Mel, where she was leaning forward against the bathroom countertop. She looked over at him in surprise, mascara wand still in hand.

They shared a look. A look that said exactly one thing: they were not leaving the house that night.

OR

Mel and Jayce get rained in, so they spend the night at home, doing absolutely nothing.

Day two of meljayweek: sweater weather/rainy days

1.6k words

[stellophile]

i had another dream. we were students in the same class. we were traveling together for some competition. i’m not sure what. it’s not important. what matters is there was only one bed and we shared it. we were close but not close enough to touch. we hadn’t made feelings open yet. and somehow i knew that it was mutual. somehow i could tell your heart beat in synch with mine. i think you knew too, because you turned to me and pressed in close under the low lights of the lecture hall. and then i woke up.

[brownfrogs]

the missing beach episode

[all-hail-the-antler-king]

Like to charge reblog to cast

[stellophile]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/69387441

My Detergent on Your Skin

Viktor did not consider himself a violent person. He wasn’t quick to anger. He had never had the urge to punch or kick or scream. But standing in front of his washing machine as it flooded his poor bathroom floor, all he could do was hit the damn thing as hard as he could, swearing loudly in every language he knew.

OR

Viktor's laundry machine breaks and he meets someone willing to fix it. One thing leads to another, as they say.

t4t jayvik

rated: explicit

word count: 6.4k

[stellophile]

you are not MEANT to concentrate. you are not orange juice. let your mind roam free like the creature of wonder that you are

[stellophile]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The car at the base of the library steps matched the description on the app: Teal Toyota Prius. The driver had his window down and waved up at Viktor. Viktor raised his free hand in acknowledgement and made his way down the winding ramp to the side of the steps.

Viktor made it to the bottom of the ramp and approached the car. The driver called out from the open window.

“You Viktor?”

“That’s me,” Viktor said as he opened the back door to the car, sliding in with a sigh. He plopped his bag down next to him. As he fastened the seatbelt, the driver spoke again.

“How are you doing tonight? I’m Jayce, by the way,”

rated: teen

word count: 5k

[stellophile]

the quiet moments were jayce’s favorites. the moments where time seems to slow to a drawl, sticky and sweet like syrup. he pulled the laundry from the dryer, still warm and slightly staticky, dumping them directly into the rolling hamper. he made quick work of it, before transferring the load in the washer to the dryer for the next round.

jayce pulled the hamper down the hall to his and mel and viktor’s shared room. he paused at the doorway at the sight of them. they sat facing away from the door, cuddled together like a pair of cats, on the large king bed that had been stripped earlier for washing. they were each wearing one of his own large lounge shirts, positively drowning them in the fabric. mel played with viktor’s hair while he closed his eyes. they looked so relaxed. jayce’s heart swelled to bursting with how much he loved the sight of them. he almost fell bad about interrupting them.

jayce approached them silently, hamper dragging behind him. he’d managed to get right up to the bed before catching their attention, and by then it was too late. he lifted the hamper above his head and dropped the load directly on top of his resting love’s figures.

‘jayce!’

‘ack!’

mel and viktor shouted in surprise, giggling as they dug their way out of the clothing that now buried them. jayce took pity on them and moved the pile off of them slowly.

‘rude’ mel said, no bite behind her tone. she smiled up at him from where she lay, still surrounded by clothing.

‘what was that for?’ viktor asked, pulling himself free, goofy grin on his face all the while.

‘you looked so peaceful, i had to do something about it’ jayce shrugged, feigning innocence. he leaned down and planted a kiss on each of their heads before helping them to fully extract themselves.

‘you never realize how much there is until it’s in a pile’ mel chuckled as she sat on the bed beside viktor.

‘the fact that it’s combined probably doesn’t help’ jayce said as he pulled items out and began to sort. little by little, the pile began to grow thin. mel and viktor pulled items from the pile and folded while jayce put things away. 10 minutes later, the bed was just as clear as it had been before.

jayce fell onto the bed, flopping like a fish, or a beached whale as viktor liked to say, finding his place between them.

he rolled over onto his back and mel and viktor instantly gravitated towards him, pressing into each of his sides. he wrapped one large arm around each of them. the bed was still a bit warm from where the clothes had been before.

‘i love you’ jayce whispered into the silence that had fallen around them. his eyes drifted closed

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[cinnabarfangs]

more of them. jayce beardless moment

[luciiferous]

viktor always lingers a little longer

[cinnabarfangs]

@viklooud inspired me to finish this jayce bday art :p

[jumpinjayy]

lil sketch of the boys being happy </3