#meljay microfics

How does Meljay Microfics work?

We’ll release a monthly prompt list to inspire you! Each microfic must feature Mel Medarda & Jayce Talis from Arcane. Meljay can be platonic friends, lovers, enemies, or whatever dynamic you are inclined to write them in. The microfic must be Meljay-centric to be featured on this blog.

How long can the microfics be?

We invite you to write a work of fiction with a wordcount under 1k. Therefore, your work should be a standalone, meant to be read without having to read a larger work so that readers can enjoy it to the fullest.

What should the fic be about? 

Whatever you want! Canon or AU, crack or general use the prompt however you see fit. Any genre is accepted! You can combine prompts, if you’d like. How you use the prompt is up to your interpretation! Let your muse move you.

You don’t have to write for every prompt of the month. There’s no pressure here, no commitment. This is just for fun. 

There are no stipulations on ratings, just be sure to add appropriate tags & content warnings to the top of post. If there is NSFW or sensitive topics in your piece, be sure to place it under a read more.

How do I get my work featured?

If you participate, we’d love to see your work! Tag us @meljaymicrofics & tag your work with #meljaymicrofics or #onlymeljay, and we’ll reblog your fic! Be sure to include the prompt word you were inspired by within the post!

There’s also an AO3 COLLECTION that you can post your microfics to if interested.

Can I submit a prompt?

Yes! Feel free to send it in, and we’ll include it in the next month’s list if we can.

Do you allow AI works?

AI works are prohibited and will not be reblogged onto the blog or accepted within the collection. We value your creativity here.

What if I have a question/suggestion.

Shortly thereafter commenced the love affair between her and Jayce. Never before had Mel even entertained the idea she would be able to let anyone in the way Jayce managed to. 

Maybe that was part of his charm. His tenacity and care were always part of the innate attractive features he possessed. Through the trials and tribulations of integrating innovation with civic structure, their relationship held true, hands intertwined and hearts beating strong as one. 

It was around six months later Mel’s mother Ambessa arrived in Piltover with her fleet of airships and unknown intentions.

Mel steeled herself and prepared for what she thought to be the worst. 

Of all the possibilities, Mel hadn’t anticipated her mother would arrive bearing the news that Mel's brother, Kino, passed away. Killed, to be more precise. The earth underneath Mel’s feet crumbled to dust and it hurt to breathe. She had just received a letter from him last month. He was doing well enough for himself in Noxus with their mother.

It came to a head for Mel realizing the last time she saw him was right before her banishment. That was over a decade ago. The letters she had received from him over those years would be some of the last pieces of evidence of his existence, of his presence, of his name. 

In the undercurrents of the Medarda family’s grief, Ambessa carried in her spirit something darker, more sinister. The need for vengeance. Towards those that were responsible for taking Kino’s life. 

Mel refused. She wanted no part of it. This wasn’t the type of route Kino would have wanted to take. He wasn’t that kind of man. To be sucked so deep into grief and other emotions the only way through would be war and more bloodshed. She had seen enough of that life growing up in Noxus and refused Ambessa’s plays. Piltover was her life now.

Ambessa was a sly woman, however, taking the multi-pronged approach. While Mel, acclimated to her plays, was able to stand her ground against her mother, others were less fortunate.

One most notably, Jayce. Pulled in by Ambessa’s sharp tongue and certain expertise, a rift grew between the couple. Days of arguing and steadily accumulating distance reached their peak when Jayce climbed aboard Ambessa’s airships back to Noxus. Mel was left standing on Piltover’s shores to watch the fleet shrink in the distance, her lips pressing tight in hot anger. 

Turning around sharp on her heels, the sound of seagulls cawing in the distance was drowned out by the thundering in her ears and chest. She couldn’t fixate on the loss. She learned that the hard way early on in her exile. Only path for her was forward. There was plenty of work to still be done in Piltover, after all. They were officially down one council member, half of the brains behind HexTech and who really knew what lay beyond Piltover’s shores? Regardless, projects and progress should not be put on hold.

Since her mother’s visit and subsequent departure with Jayce in her grip, Mel took to setting a new routine for herself. Tend to business on the Council, attend the fancy galas and orchestras as expected from someone of her caliber, and check in to see if there was anything salvageable in the HexTech operations Jayce and Viktor were working on. When the time allotted for it, she would play with her paints.

She was feeling terribly inspired at the moment. 

Days were busy, nights were long and before she knew it, at least a few weeks passed. It wasn’t until they were reminded of the summer solstice holiday coming up the following week, did it hit Mel. It made her straighten her posture while running the numbers in her head. Coming to a most certain conclusion, she swallowed tightly, and with every fiber of her being willed for the Council to be dismissed as soon as possible.

A discrete trip to the far-off apothecary that afternooon later, Mel swiftly returned to her penthouse with a brown paper bag held tight to her chest. 

Surely it was due to stress, she told herself.

It could even be due to her diet not being according to her usual, she tried.

Denial. 

It was one hell of a coping mechanism.

The six bold lines staring back at her became engraved in one of the deepest parts of her brain. She could rationalize one false positive, but three? 

Nearly every which way, the statistical probability was near zero.

How does Meljay Microfics work?

We’ll release a monthly prompt list to inspire you! Each microfic must feature Mel Medarda & Jayce Talis from Arcane. Meljay can be platonic friends, lovers, enemies, or whatever dynamic you are inclined to write them in. The microfic must be Meljay-centric to be featured on this blog.

How long can the microfics be?

We invite you to write a work of fiction with a wordcount under 1k. Therefore, your work should be a standalone, meant to be read without having to read a larger work so that readers can enjoy it to the fullest.

What should the fic be about? 

Whatever you want! Canon or AU, crack or general use the prompt however you see fit. Any genre is accepted! You can combine prompts, if you’d like. How you use the prompt is up to your interpretation! Let your muse move you.

You don’t have to write for every prompt of the month. There’s no pressure here, no commitment. This is just for fun. 

There are no stipulations on ratings, just be sure to add appropriate tags & content warnings to the top of post. If there is NSFW or sensitive topics in your piece, be sure to place it under a read more.

How do I get my work featured?

If you participate, we’d love to see your work! Tag us @meljaymicrofics & tag your work with #meljaymicrofics or #onlymeljay, and we’ll reblog your fic! Be sure to include the prompt word you were inspired by within the post!

There’s also an AO3 COLLECTION that you can post your microfics to if interested.

Can I submit a prompt?

Yes! Feel free to send it in, and we’ll include it in the next month’s list if we can.

Do you allow AI works?

AI works are prohibited and will not be reblogged onto the blog or accepted within the collection. We value your creativity here.

What if I have a question/suggestion.