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Do you have any Melvika HCs to grace us with?

Y e s.

It wasn't supposed to happen at all. The first spark of interest kindled on both sides when Sevika filled in for Silco at a gala (some stupid Jinx-related emergency grumble grumble). A hardliner angry at the recent trade deals between Zaun and Piltover decided to send a message by flinging a projectile at the envoys.

Sevika's reflexes kicked in and she ended up snatching Councilor Medarda out of the way. Mel was frazzled but tried to keep her composure while security swarmed the culprit. He was a Zaunite; Sevika's entourage took him into custody.

"Teach him some manners." A half-smile. "But make sure he doesn't end up too well-behaved." i.e. Rough him up but leave him alive. At least until the interrogations are done.

The whole ordeal rattled Mel with flashbacks of Noxus, where such violence is routine. And yet Sevika, ever the consummate lieutenant, made a point to confer with Mel's security detail to ensure the Councilor made it safely back to Topside.

Before departing, Mel likewise made a point to thank Sevika for saving her. After the gala ended, Sevika returned to headquarters to find a floral arrangement of blue hydrangeas and a Thank You card from Mel.

Silco was intrigued, but otherwise kept any speculation to himself.

The next time the women met was at a soiree some weeks later. Mel made a point to engage Sevika in conversation, and ask a little bit about her background and family. Against her will, she was curious about this stoic woman, who seemed in many ways her homeland's ideal of what a warrior should be. And yet she wasn't a dumb jock by any stretch - she had a crafty mind and a sharp tongue, all of which hinted she was used to employing both brains and brawn to stay two steps ahead.

On Sevika's part, she found the Councilor glamorous, but also attempted to keep her at an arm's length. Her penchant for strategy and wordplay put her firmly in Silco's 'league.' And yet, when this Topside vixen wasn't verbally sparring with Silco over politics, she seemed to genuinely enjoy Sevika's company. They even took a turn through the gardens after the soiree, and Mel pointed out the different species of flowers blossoming, as well as their symbolism.

Afterward, during the limo ride, Silco crooked an eyebrow at Sevika's report: "She spoke of violets and lavenders? Well, well..."

A week later, he held a one-on-one meeting with Sevika, wherein he subtly encouraged her to cultivate a bond of 'goodwill' with the Councilor. "As a symbol of friendship between our nations."

Sevika, nobody's fool, understood the subtext: "Take advantage of her gratitude to pry out trade secrets."

On her part, Sevika had little interest in springing political traps. But she was loyal to Zaun, first and foremost, and it seemed as good a chance as any to build a useful alliance.

Ordinarily, she couldn't stand Piltie divas. But this one was a Noxian, and it showed in flashes of steely grit that she seemed at pains to keep hidden. Sevika was interested in exploring that facet further.

Thus began a succession of meetings, both planned and impromptu. Both women understood it was mostly for political show, with an undertone of opportunism. Yet they genuinely found themselves warming to each other's company.

Aphrodite meets Athena vibes: artful delicacy vs brusque honesty, and yet with a shared sense of playfulness beneath their professional veneers.

Neither one was prepared for the rapport to turn into genuine friendship. But by the year's end, they would often be meeting unscheduled to take a stroll along the bridge, and swapping childhood anecdotes in between discussions of business.

Sevika was Mel's living-breathing glimpse into the actual lives of Fissurefolk - all the toil and turmoil, and the hard sacrifices made to survive. On Sevika's part, she found herself reassessing her initial opinion of Mel's girlhood as a privileged wonderland. If anything, it seemed more akin to a high-stakes chess game.

It left them both with a mutual respect for the trials overcome.

The relationship turned physical more by impulse than any calculation on both their part. Sevika made no bones about her preference for women. Mel, while she typically slept with men, wasn't averse to some lighthearted experimentation. However, there was nothing experimental about hers and Sevika's encounter - just an unexpectedly hungry intimacy that caught them both off-guard.

Afterward, they could have agreed not to pursue it further, with no hard feelings. Instead, both opted to see how this would develop, and where it might take them.

Silco, up until that point closely following Sevika and Mel's 'liaisons', was unexpectedly irritated - and territorial. He'd expected a dalliance, not an out and out relationship.

"Not to condescend," he warned Sevika later that evening over a cigar, "But this could end very, very poorly for both out cities."

Sevika's reply: "We can handle ourselves."

(You sound jealous, Silco.)

The two ladies made their connection 'official' during a press conference at Progress Day, where they arrived as each other's escorts for the event.

You would expect Caitlyn x Vi vibes with this pair. And you would be dead-wrong. These are two extremely savvy players who understand the importance of playing it smart - but also loosening up and having a good time.

Mel appreciates that for Sevika's blunt exterior, she still has a coldly strategic side. Likewise, Sevika enjoys that underneath Mel's serene poise is a deeply feisty temper. And yet they have a shared sense of equilibrium. It takes a great deal to rattle them - or make them fly off the handle.

Like any couple, they have their share of arguments - but not that often. They prefer trading licks of a different stripe<3

They also compartmentalize like pros. There is business - and there is pleasure. The delineation between the two is ironclad, and both know better than to encroach in the other's sphere.

Ambessa is keen to meet this 'back-alley Amazoness' Mel has decided to take up with. Mel is wary of Ambessa interfering in their relationship - but Sevika makes it plain she can handle herself in the General's presence.

Indeed, despite herself, Ambessa is impressed. The woman is almost a specimen of the perfect soldier. She invites Sevika to a spar. Sevika accepts the offer with gusto.

It is spectacular - and spectacularly bloody. Mel is horrorstruck. Afterward, over shared drinks and bandaging their wounds, Ambessa offers Sevika a post on her upcoming war campaign.

Sevika declines. She's a Zaunite, not a mercenary for hire. And secretly, she knows such a maneuver would hurt Mel deeply - no matter what front she puts up.

Hers and Mel's favorite activity is watching each other in their natural elements: Mel in the controlled elegance of the boardrooms, and Sevika in the brash chaos of saloons. Afterward, they swap snarky remarks about the fools outplayed and the profits raked in.

They have a time-sharing scheme whereby they have a private property poised between Zaun and Piltover - and where they meet up for their rendezvous whenever they need a breather. Here, Mel introduces Sevika to gourmet Noxian spirits; Sevika shows her the joys of a good Vekauran tobacco. Afterward, they lounge in bed and make idle plans for a quick visit to Shurima or the far continents.

Poor Jayce, left on the sidelines, tries to wish Mel luck - while pretending he's not secretly into it.

Silco, left equally on the sidelines, wonders why he feels like the sucker in his own shellgame.

Rotten luck, boys :x

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Their First Date.

Relationship: Mel Medarda x Sevika (Melvika🫶🏾)

Word Count: 3k

SAFE TO READ FOR ALL AUDIENCES (pls dm if you feel otherwise)

Sevika stood in the smudged fingerprint-covered mirror, scoffing to herself as she fixed her hair and new suit she’d bought just for today, catching herself in the reflection, genuine care and dedication towards her look tonight.

Yes, finally after months of longing looks, sneaking off for short-lived makeout sessions and the mutual pining for each other, Mel had been the one to break the unspoken rule between them, the one of confidentiality, when she asked her on their first date, and much to sevika’s logical thought process she, for the first time in a long time decided to let her heart take the reigns.

So here she was, slicking back her hair, not allowing an inch out of its designated place as she prepared for tonight’s events. Her eyes barely left the clock on the side table by her bed, not since she began getting ready hours before her date was to begin. She was usually more lax about dates, opting for the fashionably late option where possible, but she could honestly say for the first time how out of her depth she was - not because of the woman, although anyone would be with Mel, but because of her class and status in society - and the thought of existing outside their little safety net, was more terrifying than she’d care to admit.

She gave herself enough time for a cigarette (or two) as she made her way towards the bridge that divided the two cities, unable to avoid the whistles of her co-workers who noticed her well turned out look, she’d playfully roll her eyes as she strolled pass them, giving them a smidge of entertainment as she’d do a twirl or a brush of the shoulders, a sudden suave in her step as she exited on the other side of the bridge.

The energy was different almost immediately, the strong sense of comradery gone as she walked through piltover's version of a busy night life, the shining lights proving more of a nuisance than anything as she scrunched her brows over her eyelids, eye’s skating over the shop names as she made her way deeper into the lion's den.

She’d noticed the further she got up the hill, the more eyes were on her, eyes of enforcers, “good” and rich citizens all eyeing her up like an endangered species that would fit perfectly upon their golden mantle pieces. A block ahead of her she saw the restaurant Mel had invited her to, the exterior walls, white as paper being a sight for sore eyes against the rich red runner rug that doubled as a queue for people hoping to get in late notice reservations.

Sevika felt her stomach turn, ironic considering the actual stomach turning, moral destroying situations she’d been in, but she could categorically say the walk up to the front of the line was the most nerve racking thing she’d done for a long while.

She skipped the line, as per Mel’s instruction, approaching the younger lady that stood at the front behind a small lectern, her face rising to meet Sevika’s. She looked down the long line, trying to understand Sevika’s motive, which, of course she took to be negative as she took a noticeably large gulp before speaking.

“Um, ma’am, if you don’t have a reservation, you have to queue.” She said, Sevika smiled a tight-lipped smile, reminding herself that she wasn’t in familiar territory,

“I’m here with Mel, Medarda.” She responded, adding her last name for good measure.

The stewardess’ eyes widened as she collected a menu from the lectern, handing it to Sevika as she guided her inside, towards the second floor which had been converted into a loft, the central table seating the woman of the hour.

It was almost instantaneous when Sevika noticed Mel, her hardened face relaxing as she watched her look up from the table, an apple-cheeked smile appearing on her face, the golden freckles glistening under the low hanging ceiling lamp. The stewardess left the two of them alone at the table, Mel standing up immediately to greet her with a hug, Sevika accepting it graciously.

“I was almost worried you wouldn’t come.” Mel chuckled, a sense of relief leaving her lips as she spoke.

“How long have you been waiting?” Sevika whispered, holding her by the small of her back as she released her, leading her to her seat again. Mel waved her hand dismissively as sevika helped tuck her chair into the table,

“Don’t worry about that, you’re here now, that’s all that matters, right?” Mel blurted out, her nerves undoubtedly evident as she shifted her elbows on and off the table, trying to adjust her posture.

Sevika chuckled at her nervous disposition, reaching a hand across the table to hold Mel’s,

“Don’t be nervous. You know me, right?” Sevika whispered, eyes gazing upon Mel’s, encapsulating Mel’s thoughts into one as she stopped fidgeting.

“Yes, sorry, yes.” Mel said, touching the tips of her fingers to her cheek as she let out a stout air through the small crack in her lips.

“Don’t apologise, and don’t be nervous.” Sevika said, her words demanding but her tone soft and gentle as her thumb glided over Mel's knuckles, “We can’t have two nervous people can we?” She joked.

Mel giggled, manoeuvring her hands into Sevikas as she locked her fingers between hers, leaning forward slightly, the light casting an almost angelic shadow on her face as she smiled coyly, biting her bottom lip.

“Well, there is one really good remedy for nerves.” Mel said suggestively, causing Sevika to lean in slightly, playing along with her,

“Oh really? What’s that?” She asked, interest piqued.

“An alcoholic beverage.” Mell whispered with and excited liltin her voice,

Sevika hummed,taking in her bottom lip, “Music to my ears, baby.”

They held each other's gaze as Mel’s free hand went gracefully into the air, ushering a waiter toward them.

“Ma’am’s” He started, adding sibilance after a second of thought, “What can i get you both today?.”

“A red wine and a whiskey on the rocks please, thomas.” Mel said, breaking contact with Sevika to address him. He nodded and left the table as fast as he arrived at it.

“Why are all the workers here twelve years old?” Sevika asked, her tone almost disgusted, more so with their age and not the potential child labour

“Rich parents, this is like their social club, working here shows they’ve got class and discipline.” Mel explained, “although, I agree with your tone, it’s fucking unsettling, especially when they try shmoozing me.”

Sevika chuckled at her sudden drop on poise as she spoke.

“I’d pay to see teenager Mel slumming it in this filthy restaurant.” Sevika said sarcastically.

“Well, your money would be wasted, I wasn’t raised in these slums, I was raised in, um, Noxus.” Mel’s smile faded slightly at the thought of her home, the change immediately alerting Sevika.

“You’re a military kid?” Sevika asked.

“Ha, barely, I was more or less a pacifist amongst warmongers, it’s essentially how I ended up here, cast out by my own family.” Mel said, her smile weak and false.

“Me too. I mean I wasn’t a pacifist, but uh, it didn’t matter, when they want you gone there’s not much you can do about it, right?” Sevika said, taking Mel’s hand into hers again.

“Right.” Mel almost whispered, her eyes set on Sevika as a genuine smile returned to her face again, feeling a new sense of comfort in Sevika.

“Ah, there it is, that smile,” Sevika took her hand, folding it into a pinch as she performed a dramatic chef's kiss.

“Oh god!” Mel laughed, “never do that again.” Her words coaxed with laughter. Sevika smiled a toothy smile,

“What? You don’t like that?” She asked, doing it again despite the obvious answer not to, then a second time, then on the third time taking mels hand in hers placing a kiss on the back of her palm, leaving her lips to linger for a moment as she looked at her with stormy grey eyes.

“You’re cute.” Mel squeezed her hand in Sevikas.

“I’m cute?”

Mel hummed, knowingly and playfully riling Sevika up.

“-and I don’t know why she would demean herself to a standard which that hulking woman holds by nature.” An older lady’s voice echoed from the other table.

Both Mel and Sevika’s face dropped in an instant, but Sevika kept Mels hand in hers and she caressed it.

“Not even worth it.” Sevika mumbled, like she was used to it, and she was.

“No.” Mel shook her head as her face turned to a frown, “these people don’t get to say that, not about you.”

Sevika didn’t say anything, partly because she knew Mel would have her way anyhow. She watched as Mel leaned back against her chair, her free arm leaning against the back of the chair,

“Excuse me.” Mel said with a raised tone, causing the woman to turn to her, all of a sudden realising she was talking to her.

“Miss medarda, i-“ the woman sputtered,

“Ah, ah ah.” Mel said calmly, “We are in a crowded restaurant, and I do not wish to make a scene so I will say this and this only,” Mel took a breath, Sevika watching her intently.

“Just because you are withered and old doesn’t mean your views get to be. We live in a modern era, where two people, regardless of their social status, can and should be able to go on a fucking date without being gossiped about by, and I mean this disrespectfully, an obnoxious and grating voice in the back of their heads all evening,” she turned her chair to face the other woman, “I know your son, he’s lovley, clearly hasn’t learnt that from you. It’s embarrassing, behaving like children, women of your tenure should know that better than most, I should think.”

The women sat stunned and sure to say, embarrassed. When Mel turned back to face Sevika she was met with the most adoring smile she’d seen.

“Melanie Medarda.” Sevika uttered, astonished, “a pacifist, she says.”

Mel only chuckled, rolling her eyes away from Sevika and toward the ladies across the floor, who’d suddenly gained the attention of the owner of the establishment.

“Fuck.” Mel whispered, alerting Sevika to what was soon to become a scene. Mel bit the bottom of her lip, her hand bouncing restlessly on the table as she breathed even more so.

“Mel,” Sevika called out,

“Mm.” Mel hummed her attention not completely on Sevika.

“Although I appreciate the effort of fine dining, cutting in line and trashing some rich folk, I think we should leave.”

Mels head snapped to Sevika, her jittering arm pausing, as she caught wind of the end of Sevika’s sentence. Her lower lip spaced from her top as she let out a sigh,

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I thought I could do this,” she hurried out as she stood up from her seat, gaining the attention of the ladies once more, “you can leave, I won’t make you stay.”

Sevika stood up with her, inching her way around the table to meet Mels shrunken posture. She held her shoulders, encouraging Mel to look up to her.

“Hey,” Sevika whispered, unable to help the toothy grin plastered on her face. Mel looked up at her, face painted with pain.

“Oh baby, I meant go somewhere else, somewhere we can relax a bit more.” She said through a chuckle, taking mels hands.

Mel looked up, sadness on her face turning a shade of embarrassed as she tried to maintain her pout for posterity. Sevika’s face replicated hers before she took her into her arm, wrapping it around her waist and lead her out of what now seemed to just be an overpriced and oversized family restaurant.

As the two of them stepped outside, the cold air hit them brutally, forcing Mel to bunch up closer to Sevika.

They began walking, back down the steep cobbled hill, dipping in and out of the dark as they passed underneath lamp posts and store fronts.

“Where do you suggest we go next?” Mel asked after a beat of silence and seemingly aimless walking.

“There’s a small cafe, on the cusp of your city and mine. I used to go there as a teenager, whenever I wanted a taste of the high life.” Sevika said through cold breaths visible in the night sky.

Mel didn’t respond, satisfied with the answer she kept to Sevikas side, the sensation of her side against her face keeping her warm in more than one way.

They turned their final corner, a warm orange light illuminating the streets in a fantastical way. The runoff of the light creating a runway toward the ruby red storefront, the same coat of paint looking as new as the day Sevika had first discovered this hidden gem.

“Here’s home.” Sevika announced, holding open the door, its bell ringing throughout the cosy room.

Mel walked ahead taking in the cafe. In her mind she began creating an image of young Sevika, too young to save the world but too old to ignore its problems, an image of her solitude, her calm and her peace. Mel let out a light breath of content, embracing Sevika as she joined at her side.

A stout man appeared from behind the deli counter, his smile sharp but welcoming. His eyes recognised Sevika’s as he walked towards the two of them, tying his red and white striped apron around his stomach.

“My long time friend, nice to see you back, Vee.” He said before turning to Mel.

She braced herself unknowingly for some kind of uniform introduction, her chin subconsciously pointing upward.

“Mel, I’ve heard great things, I hope you’re treating Vee well, she’s very special.” He whispers loud enough that Sevika could hear.

She slapped him playfully on the back making him giggle as he hopped back into the kitchen preparing a meal for the two of them.

Mel turned her head to Sevika, a very cheeky smile on her face, to which Sevika caught on immediately.

“Don't even.” Sevika said, trying to conceal a smile as she walked ahead to a table by the window. Mel hurried behind her, overtaking her as she pulled out a seat.

“No, please, let me,” she joked, as she dusted the chair off for her. Sevika just rolled her eyes, sitting in the chair offered up to her.

Mel sat opposite her, her eyes fixed on Sevika the entire time.

“I like it here, it's nice, cosy.”

“Cosy?” Sevika said with a cocked eyebrow.

“Yes cosy, I mean it.” Mel chuckled, watching leaves blow past the window.

“You know I’ve never come here with anyone else.” Sevika said, her voice bordering on a whisper.

“Is that what you say to all the ladies?” Mel joked, not for a second believing that she was the first.

“I’m serious, Mel.” She said, her voice absent of humour, only affection. “And I’m serious about you too.”

She took Mel’s hand in hers again,

“I want to be with you.”

Mels face lit up, the gold sprinkled across her cheeks danced under the warm light as she leaned across the table, her face in line with Sevika’s.

She rested her forehead against Sev’s, both their eyes closing momentarily as they collided.

“I’d like that a lot, Sev.” She said, her lips barely hesitating over hers as she pressed into her. The feel of their velvety lips rolling against each other encased them in their own space, the rest of the world tuned out as they shared this moment together.

“Spaghetti bolognaise for the lady and the champ.” The stout gentleman announced as he wavered through the chairs, placing the large pasta bowl between them. The steam from the plate rose between them causing the kiss to break,

“Thank you, Sebastian.” Sevika grumbled, in a way that didn’t make you think she was annoyed but close to it.

He didn’t seem phased by her tone, smiling gleefully as he waited apprehensively, the red rising to his cheeks as he smiled.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” Sevika repeated, her tone evidently peeved. He nodded and made his way to the back again, but not before glancing over his shoulder at the two.

“Well…” Mel led on, and Sevika caught on quite quickly, taking a long string of sauce-covered pasta, handing one end to Mel and placing the other in her mouth.

They immediately broke out into small chuckles, their mouths almost quivering as they tried so hard to keep straight faces. The space between them grew smaller as they chewed and chewed and chewed, until they were back where they once were, but instead Sevika leaned into Mel, cupping her face with effortless suave as she lessens the grip her teeth had on the spaghetti, replacing it with Mel’s tongue.

A fast-paced and enthusiastic clap came from behind the deli counter and Sevikas eyes looked over at the noise without breaking the kiss to see Sebastian clapping as though it was a night at the opera. She chuckled as she peppered a few final kisses on Mel, extending it beyond her lips to her cheeks and jaw before releasing her from her grasp, besides her hand which was still entwined with Mel’s against the table.

“Beautiful couple!!” Sebastian almost sang from the back, the sound of a couple things breaking causing Sevika to shake her head.

“Thank you, Sebastian!” Mel called out to him,

“Why won’t you be like your lover, Sevika, she’s genuine and not sarcastic!” He chimed for his own piece of mind.

Sevika chuckled, like what he said was untrue,

Well..

“Thank you, Sebastian, from the bottom of my heart!” Sevika said with a deep sense of sarcasm.

“Fake!” His finals, the sound of pots and pans clashing drowning out any other thoughts and options he may have had.

“You are something else, Sevika.” Mel said, her eyes almost completely dilated at the view of her.

“Am I?” Sevika’s tone, low and husky.

Mel hummed, “you’re something special, and I can’t wait for you to show me.”

Sevika didn’t reply, her mind replaying Mel’s words, that foreign feeling, a warm feeling in her heart.

She was falling for her.

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