#melon writes

[melonluvr37]

lois lane is most certainly one of the only people who could truly frighten batman if she chose to.

"I won't do it again." what I wouldn't give to hear what she told him.

[melonpalooza]

(DROPS THIS AND RUNS)

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[somelondramatic]

Don't Go, Please

random motivation hit, please take a short hollow knight snippet based on my gijinkas :> set directly after the radiance fight

"Please," She hisses through her teeth, "please you cannot go, not yet."

Hornet's throat feels raw from the effort it takes not to scream it, the desperation in her voice still too plain for her comfort. Palm shaking, she wills gentleness into her touch she thought had long ago escaped her as she cards her fingers through The Hollow Knight’s tangled hair. Careful not to snag it on the pale claws she's sewn into her gloves, she notes with rising nausea their void oozing and seamlessly blending into the fabric. She closes her eyes tightly and attempts to bury the sob building in her chest, fighting to compose herself.

Weakness won’t do in the face of these injuries, as horrified as she is.

The figure on the floor, so curled in on itself, shudders and moves. Turning their head from where it had laid motionlessly since their dreams had gone blessedly dark, Hollow struggles to place the recognition that lances through the last dredges of infection. Hornet's voice had been distantly familiar, dancing through the sunrise coated clouds that fogged their mind and landing on a memory they had chained deep into their core; untouched by Her. 

A demanding voice sounded near the Pure Vessel's feet, much too loud for the owner's body by The King's estimation (Hollow had never agreed, they realize, it was perfect for the ball of energy it belonged to). An argument between parents rose, the warring leaders - lovers by contract only - each with their own idea of what was proper. The tugging of small hands on gowns and capes went unnoticed by all save for the vessel, and that big voice asked unabashedly to be held. They stared at the red cloaked princess pouting stubbornly up at them, and they calculated.

"Protect the princess, by whatever means necessary."

Surely it was meant for any situation, even if the agitators were her own parents. An order, yes, one the Pure Vessel sought to carry out with a sudden ferocity they couldn't grasp. There was soon warmth in their arms and in their chest, the little girl hugging their neck slipping down and beginning to doze against their winged cloak. Finally, four eyes blinked drowsily up at them, a huge yawn and tiny fangs glinting menacingly as the young demigod of their memory whispered.

"You better not drop me, Holly." 

A name. She had named them. She had loved them. And had they the word then, they would have known they loved her back, adored the ground she walked on from that moment.

How could they ever forget?

Hornet. 

Struggling to see, their remaining eye lands on her tear stained cheeks, tracking those tears upwards to find her still squeezing her eyes shut. Briefly, a storm of emotions floods them, confusing in their timelessness.

Are they allowed? To comfort, to care? Where is father, where is Herrah, why do they hurt so much? The growing ache in their chest all at once begins to feel too real-

Their thoughts quickly stumble to a halt.

What is hurting their sister? This pain should be theirs alone.

Hollow flinches suddenly in understanding. It's them; it is their vulnerability - their inevitable failure - that is hurting her. The Goddess is slain, though, and their shell of a life from before gone. They can fix one thing, at least, against all standing orders. 

If nothing matters now, they get to choose.

Agony drenches their spine as they lift their hand, silently panting with the effort to even move it. They take a deep breath, dredging up what little soul in their reservoirs they have left and focusing until enough of the fire burned through by the infection drains away to complete the movement. Their palm just barely meets Hornet's jaw, shifting with her startled gasp to cup her cheek.

Her thoughts shift rapidly, nearly unable to accept the reality of their minute recovery of self. Free hand clenching into the fabric of their cloak, she trembles in guilt as she thinks of the being that had dragged itself lifelessly across the stone floor minutes ago. What damage her own needle had wrought, when her sibling was puppeted by a goddess Hornet had sworn to see the end of. 

Here was that end, ready for her to grasp and never let go. A chance to have even a fraction of family back.

Hornet leans haltingly forward, chest heaving.

Before Hollow can try to communicate to her that they are not beaten yet, not if she needs them, not if it leaves her alone, she keens into their hand brokenly. 

Teeth bared, she chokes, "I keep asking myself 'What is one more loss in this damned kingdom? When I have nothing else, what is one more?' And I cannot, Hollow. Holly-" 

She stutters over their nickname and swallows back another bitter sob, shivering and spitting tears and saliva angrily, "I do not think I can take another, and I refuse to. I am not going to give you up so easily."

Void blots their vision, falling from their eye in a fascimile of her tears and floating into nothingness. Carefully, they stroke their thumb past one of the small scars along her cheekbone, mourning the loss of the childhood they so desperately wanted to save. They then draw back, giving her sternum a single tap to capture her attention.

She freezes, tensing as she waits for them to slowly fingerspell,

"Not. Going. Anywhere."

Fresh tears fall.

"Protect the-" They pause, wavering before hesitantly correcting themself, "Protect my sister."

Hornet catches their hand as it drops, too exhausted to keep it raised, and finally allows herself to weep, if only for a moment. She presses her forehead back into Hollow's palm, doubled over as she catches her breath. The familiar shape of cool void makes her feel impossibly small, but safe, in a way only they could, beyond any arrogant failsafe devised by her father.

"Thank you."

She stares up at the ceiling of the temple, swiping at her face tiredly and steeling herself with a smile that disappears in a flash.

"Allow me to bear the burden now, sibling."

[water-melon-tea]

Interlocked - Chapter 1: Toy Boat

You can read this fic here.

Summary

How can two people be interlocked together from the beginning till the end? Always destined to be together, always destined to meet, to be near the other. Every aspect of ones life is completely interlocked and tied to someone elses. That no matter how much times passes, you will still end up together. No matter what, always coming back to the same person. Always... from start to end...

Two kid bestfriends that despite the differences of their origin were still close together until one day one of them left and didn't seem to ever return leading to the two of them to grow seperate from each other. But maybe fate would have it be that they can meet once again as adults and who knows, maybe they can bring about the salvation of a nation... or a destruction.

Let's see how the two deal with being reunited

Preview

"Hey, you should be more careful" a young soft boyish voice said.

Before he knew it, he saw his toy boat held in front of him. He didn't even know what to say, he was shocked that someone actually caught it for him. As he slowly took the boat back he looked up to see another boy, the one with the soft voice, roughly a similar age to him.

"My name is Jayce by the the way! Whats yours?" The young boy smiled at the other before holding his hand out "Need some help?"

For a second the kid was confused, who the heck was this kid? And he was offering help to him? Was is it pity? But then again the kind expression on the taller boys face didn't seem to have any pity or malicious intent. Slowly he reached for the hand being held out to him and grabbed it using it to pull himself up "Viktor" he said in response with a quiet voice to the first question he was asked.

Jayce for a second was taken aback but smiled even more "Nice to meet you Viktor! Thats a cool boat you have there, did you make it?" He asked and was so intrigued by its mechanics and stuff. 

[madokasoratsugu]

what the waters left, what the waters will leave

[Wriothesley + Furina, background Wriothesley/Neuvillette; post-Archon Quest]

summary: Weeks after Furina moves out of the Palais Mermonia, Wriothesley receives a letter from Neuvillette. "How do you convince a person to eat," Neuvillette asks. "How do you mend a shattered heart?" Wriothesley hears. It sparks a series of visits, an unlikely friendship between a human and a former archon. As it sprouts, the bricks to a new beginning are laid.

a/n: the wriothesley + furina friendship has me in a deathgrip. neuvifuriwrio found family is just. head in hands...crying uncontrollably.....do you understand me ??? read on ao3

[1watermelontea]

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o hello great and lovely @platedpixels i hear you enjoy a bit of lizzie ldshadowlady! for you, this fine halloween, i have crafted this lizzie-centric tale.

fic description is below the cut, and thank you @mcyt-halloween for organising this event.

Gen / Multi / No Archive Warnings Apply / Complete Work

Words: 4,133

Opening Excerpt:

A frigid wind carried Lizzie backwards, nothingness overtaking her vision for the moment when her eyes pressed closed. Her smile urged them to do so, a laugh escaping her. It was arhythmic with the clacking of her companion's heels against the quartz beneath them, that cacophonous echoing bouncing off the quartz and prismarine bricks behind the empress before, a moment later, Katherine giggled, too.

The dusk waters glowed auburn in the sunset, caramel warmth spreading through Lizzie's chest as the two women passed the threshold into the ocean queen's private quarters. Streaks of sun filtered through the curtains of ocean vines, making the blue twinge purple. Not unlike Katherine's dress, Lizzie mused internally.

Fic Description:

Lizzie relishes in happy memories, suffers at the hands of her worst moments, and, in it, finds herself trapped in a cycle. No matter how hard she fights, the end is already here; how can you end the end itself?

Tags:

Katherine Elizabeth/Lizzie | LDShadowLady, Lizzie | LDShadowlady & Rendog & Bigbst4tz2 & ZombieCleo, Joel | SmallishBeans/Lizzie | LDShadowLady, Lizzie | LDShadowLady, Katherine Elizabeth, Bigbst4tz2, Rendog, ZombieCleo, Fairy Fort (Last Life SMP), Queen Lizzie | LDShadowLady, Post-Secret Life SMP, The Void (Minecraft), reliving memories, ends with a bang and a whimper, Escapism vs Reality, #mcythalloween2024, mostly empires + life series, but includes references to sos + origins too

[mizamelon]

Hello clefdraki nation, I've made a niche crossover fic and would love it you checked it out 💜💜

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[notsomeloncholy]

🖊 for cucu + tefir and / or oc of ur choice pls .... <3

Hehehe ty!!

Cucu + Tefir:

So one of the biggest reasons these two pine after each other so much is because Tefir is off planet so often; it's easier to ignore feelings instead of trying to make it work, when neither of them are even sure the other feels that way. When they finally figure it out, they spend alternating months on and off planet together between Cu's work and Tef's! And these two are so stuck together like glue, the first time they aren't together for more than a few days at a time is literally ~13 years into the future. 💚

Bonus Nerida:

Nerida is my only true force sensitive oc, and she's not even a Jedi lol her family chose to keep her by their side when offered, which left her with a much more complicated relationship with how she views the force (as she was left without an education on it.) As an adult, it becomes more of a tool than anything else, and she harbors guilt for it but doesn't know any other way.