#mohanellis

[queercowboyinspace]

i need more people to get on the mohellis train!!

[captainofsmalldeath]

parker ellis needs a date before valentines

[afraidofyounoww]

the first two chapters of my camgirl parkmira au are up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83085686/chapters/218800976

[fiery-blues]

[max070sposts]

Thinking of EllisMohan... Play along with me folks... I'm just dumping my thoughts here...

Mohan and Ellis. Ex-lovers. Mohan and Ellis, who understood each other to such a degree, that they feel they might know each other less, if they talked to each other more. Mohan and Ellis, who try to keep it hidden, as if nothing transpired between them. As if they didn't spend entire afternoons comfortable in each other's arms, unwilling to separate from each other, and from their bed; although that seems like it was a lifetime ago. Mohan and Ellis, who now stare longingly at each other and now steal glances at each other, without the other even realising.

Mohan, who looks at Ellis with such longing and such lust that she has to look away, for god forbid anyone should see her feelings on her face. Ellis, who sometimes cannot bring herself to look away from Mohan, with her luscious locks falling on her face, until Shen gives her a pointed glare.

Mohan, who was adamant once, to not take any help from Ellis after slicing her thumb from the scalpel after a procedure; Ellis, who had to hold her firm and tend to wound to stop the bleeding. Instead, the blood flowed all the way to Mohan's face, and she bowed her head to hide the blush adorning her cheeks. Ellis found that amusing, until it wasn't. Until it was time to let go of Mohan, or Mohan's thumb, she wasn't sure. They stayed still for a few seconds, absorbing the warmth radiating from each other, and both of them agonized, in their minds, about how difficult it seemed to just, let go. Then Mohan tugged at her hand, and slipped away from Ellis.

Mohan and Ellis, who could have been so much more. Mohan and Ellis, who let the complexities and perplexities of life come in between them, a storm which slowly but gradually ripped them apart. It all got too much, too soon, and then all there was left were just unsaid words, words that they kept to themselves, because there was no point in saying it out loud to the other person. They just wouldn't get it. So be it.

Ellis, who sometimes will gently ask Mohan to leave, to go home, because her hours are over, and she's tired, but will say no more than that, because she knows of Mohan and her stubbornness, a gentle sort of stubbornness. Mohan, who relents only after Ellis asks her to go home, and on her walk home, thinks of those kind eyes; in which she would get lost once upon a time, of her firm arms, in which she would find peace like she's never found before, and a lot more things that she should not think about, now.

As they go to bed, both of them mull on it for a while, whether things would've been different if they had just...talked. If they'd done this, if they'd done that.

Then they go to sleep, for there's a 7 am shift, hoping to see each other somehow, perhaps at the door of the ER, if only for a moment.

[la-ne1]

Any Mohmellis (Samira/Mel/Ellis) long shift pov:

Samira would just mind her own business and checking some patient wards, before she accidentally goes intro one where's Ellis just trying to take a nap before the night shift.

Samira: of course you're here- do you even know what's normal sleep is?–

Eliss: like you know.

Samira: ...

Samira: move your ass

And just lies down next to Ellis.

They just being silent for a moment, Ellis already got her sleep mask back on.

Ellis: has our doll gone home yet?

Samira: nope, she said she will be here an hour or so.

They don't even have to say anything to each other before Samira calls Mel to ask her come to wards 23, and when she's here they gonna kidnappe her to sandwich cuddles for next 15 minutes (Mel is right where she wants to be).

[capythusiast]

yall my brain is trying to cook up an insane mohellis fic idea rn…..

many things have collided to result in this idea but first it was DEF writing mowalsh star wars au and getting to write more of warrior/protector samira mohan and im falling in loveeee with that characterization of her. secondly i keep seeing barbie and the three musketeers videos on my tik tok lately and when i tell you that shit was on loop when i was a kid… what an insane movie … i miss the og barbie movies

but imagine okay… imagine country girl samira mohan who’s dad was a musketeer (might rework that one to be like a knight or something but idk musketeer has a buzz to it) and has been training her whole life to go to the city and become one as well …. samira going to the city and meeting other women who also want to be musketeers (victoria, trinity, mel) and they begin working as servants at the palace to try and get more sway/credibility to try and become musketeers… i kinda forgot the barbie three musketeers plot so i need to brush up on that oops

but ANYWAYS the main gist is that there is someone or some ppl trying to murder the young prince (who is like 15-16) and samira and her gang are trying to figure out who it is. enter parker ellis, the prince’s fencing tutor or something and good friend, who is also trying to keep him safe in light of these murder attempts… which put her and samira on similar paths.

maybe they don’t like each other at first, parker thinks samira is meddling is business that doesn’t concern her… samira is suspicious of parker since she has access to the prince and could possibly have a role in these assassination attempts … the possibilities are endless

[ayoarticulate]

Also I’m currently writing a mohellis/mohanellis one shot (do the kids still say that?) but for the life of me i cannot figure out how i want to fill the middle

I know how i want it to end, it’s just a tiny angst with a happy ending that WILL get nasty, but there is a demon inside of me that needs to make it the slightest bit painful before i get to that part

My mind is blank unfortunately 😛 but i will not give up on her i will be posting this sometime on sunday