Okay people, doing this again. Heavy is the crown is ALMOST over... I think. And I have like a million ideas in my head going on about future fics... Let me know which one y'all would like the most!
For any more description on any of these, feel free to ask! And ofc give me ur ideas!!
Edit: I realize that "Vik dying and Jayce keeps seeing him" isn't very descriptive so here's the plot I had: After Viktor died in a freak accident, Jayce keeps seeing his ghost every where. At first he thinks it's just grief... Until the ghost starts talking to him.
future fics??
melvik college au where mel is the worst flirt ever
rival jayvik college au who are paired together for final project
jayce and viktor are collaborators online, enemies irl
jayce writes in a diary, viktor finds it and writes in the margins
silly jayvik au where jayce works register and vik comes in at odd times
bitter colleagues jayvik who get trapped in a car during a snow storm together
vik dies tragically, jayce sees him everywhere..
jayce gets chosen for sacrifice to a zaun god, vik is the gods herald
everyones betting on how long itll take for jayvik to get together
soulmate au but viktor has cripplijg internalized homophobia
timeloop au where jayce keeps going back to the day vik died in the jinx explosi
I have 8 chapters written, 7 of which have been edited.. I KNOW I should at least post chapter 1 but y'all I haven't written fan fiction in 3 years and I'm scared I'm rusty...
Hehe a lil sneak peak at the Melvik fic I'm working on! I am haven't actually written it out yet this was more a testing kind of thing and boy was it fun
Search query: Signs someone is flirting with you but you're an emotionally stunted engineering student and can’t tell.
He sat hunched at his desk, glasses reflecting the soft, judgmental glow of his laptop screen. His notes on heat transfer lay abandoned next to an increasingly tragic mug of tea.
The top result read: “They’ll find reasons to be near you.”
He stared. Mel had definitely come to the library multiple times this week. Which wasn’t weird in itself. Lots of people liked the library. It had books.
But she’d picked his corner.
Even though the west wing had the worst Wi-Fi and smelled faintly of mildew.
Next: “Compliments are a key indicator.”
He squinted. She had complimented him. Kind of. In an academic/evaluative tone. Like a museum curator observing a rare, twitchy animal.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, then typed:
> Can someone flirt with you on accident?
Scroll. Scroll. Click.
> What if they’re just nice?
> What if they’re mocking you?
> What if you’re reading into it and you’re just weird?
He slumped in his chair.
“I am just weird,” he muttered.
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Mel was pacing her room in silk pajama pants and the metaphorical ashes of her dignity.
“‘Monastic,’ Mel?” she snapped to herself. “Really? What next? 'I find your academic isolationism titillating?' Why didn’t I just ask him if he’s legally feral?”
She flopped onto her bed, stared at the ceiling, then immediately shot up again like she’d remembered she left the oven on. Or her dignity in the gutter.
“He thinks I’m mocking him,” she groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “He thinks I’m conducting some kind of elaborate political satire.”
And honestly? Fair.
She had complimented his math. Not even in a cute “Wow, you're smart” way. In a weird, museum exhibit tone, like she was explaining the mating habits of rare bookish engineers to a documentary crew.
She flopped again, this time dramatically.
Mel Medarda. Top of her class. Gifted orator. Future world leader. Absolutely, unequivocally unfit to speak to one (1) cute, overworked boy.
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New tab. Incognito mode. (Just in case.)
Search: How to tell if a political science goddess is flirting with you or studying your behavior for thesis material.
No results. Unhelpful.
He pushed his glasses up, muttering, “This is a trap. This is absolutely a social experiment. Or hazing. Or karma for all the vending machines I’ve kicked.”
And yet… the way she smiled when she said it… awkward, yes, but real. Wasn’t it?
He rubbed his temple. “No. I’m hallucinating.”
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She’d bring him coffee.
No, that was too obvious.
She’d ask a normal question. About… wrenches? Circuits? Gears? What the hell did he even do with those notebooks?
Maybe she could feign interest in mechanical stress. “Oh no, Viktor, please tell me more about rotational torque and how it… affects you emotionally.”
She rolled over and screamed softly into a pillow.
Ik heavy is the crown is in fact not over yet and I'm gonna be so honest, I have no idea when it will be... But I'm already brainstorming some other jayvik fics. Tell me which one y'all would be most interested in.
what should I write
time loop trope where jayce keeps going back to the day viktor died
academy rivals jayvik, post zombie apocalyps
soulmates au where jayce has insane internalized homophobia
everyone is taking bets on how long itll take them to get together
