#mellia writes

[windy-trickster]

Not Tonight

The soft clacking of keys mixed with the gentle melody of classical music that swirled around the massive mansion-like hive of a one Mellia Poulou. Serpent was sitting on his husktop in the living, hunched over with eyes narrowed into a squint. The lightning in this hive was always awful, but he never complained. Serpent's ear flickered softly. The shower went off, the sound of a hair dryer barely broke above the noise of the music. Simple background static, if you will. Mellia was getting cleaned up and ready for bed. Serpent's seen her routine on multiple occasions. He knew her schedule better than anyone else honestly. Which... Might sound creepy, yes. But when you're "friends" with someone for long enough you tend to learn these things. Their favorites. Their likes and dislikes. Their routine. The way they do certain things. It all becomes a form of clockwork, in a loose sense of the term. Serpent knew Mellia would spend time drying her hair, then walking to her respiteblock and getting into some silly silk nightgown she insisted on wearing. He knew her better than anyone. And it sickened him. A wave of silence, except for the gentle clacking of Serpent's husktop keys, washed over the hive. Mellia was done drying her hair, Mellia had shut off the music and plunged the whole hive into silence. Serpent knew what's coming next. A pleasant call of "Goodnight!" from someone where in the hive rung out. Serpent stayed silent for a moment before responding back to the call. This was routine for him. Having to keep up this false act of pleasantries and care. He didn't care for Mellia. He saw her as the filth she was. A dirty, no good Highblood. A couple minutes passed before Serpent finally got up and closed his husktop, placing it down on the comfy couch his "moirail" had in her living room. Quietly, he stalked down the many hallways until he ended up at Mellia's respiteblock door. It was left ajar, so Serpent slowly grabbed it and pushed it open even more. Mellia was asleep, just like he suspected. Curled up in her cocoon with her hair all pulled up in fancy little clips and curlers and whatnot. She looked so peaceful. So pleasant. But Serpent knew better. His grip on the door tightened as he breathed out softly, his breathes echoed slightly by his gas mask. He could do it, he could do it right now and get it over with. But something stopped him. Something ached in his chest. He turned and hurried off down the hallway, gripping his chest as he did so. It hurt. This feeling. "Not tonight." The Oliveblood whispered to himself. "Not tonight."

#homestuck #hiveswap #fantrolls #mellia poulou #serpent #windy writes

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

Whumpay Day 9: "you never listen"

post Nisei/731, based on something @melliabee mentioned to me recently | @whumpay2022, @today-in-fic

"You never listen," Scully snaps from the side of his hospital bed, her head tilted that way that tells him there's a lot she's not saying. There's fondness in it, yes, and relief; but there's also terror, and a little bit of anger. She hides her fear with anger, he knows that by now, it's one of the ways they're similar; he'd scared her. "You never listen to me, I said not to get on the train and you-" she breaks off without finishing, runs a hand down her face.

"I'm sorry," Mulder murmurs, fumbling to try and hold her hand. Thankfully, she lets him, and twists her fingers together with his. "I'm sorry for scaring you," he says again. She doesn't meet his eyes, but he thinks he sees something in her expression change, even if he can't quite read it. He knows how it feels to think he's lost her; he wonders how long she'd spent unsure of his fate.

Scully looks up at him, her gaze catching on the thin, almost-healed mark where the garrotte had sliced through the skin of his throat. For a moment, she tries to look clinical, objective Dr. Scully, but the attempt fails and her face crumbles as she reaches out for him. She lightly brushes her fingers over the reddened line on his neck before resting her hand against his face, as if trying to make him look at her; as if he could look at anything but her, right now.

"Never do that again," she whispers. "I can't-"

Again, she doesn't finish the sentence, but the meaning of it goes understood even without her own admission: I can't lose you. I can't lose you too.

Mulder nods. "I won't," he promises. She's already lost too much because of him.

For most of his life, his reason for living has been in pursuit of the proof of what, or who, took his sister from him. He's always been reckless, more than a little desperate, never good at keeping himself safe. Now, he thinks he has a new reason to live, and she's sitting right here in front of him.

#that last line is reminiscent of a post i saw once by o6666666 but like. referencing smth TOTALLY different shdjsjsj #anyway mellia was talking about how when the train blows up scully has no idea if mulder is alive or not #and that's been sitting in the back of my brain and led to this dhdjsksksks #Lu writes #txf #the x files #txf s3 #whumpay2022 #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #mulder and scully #mulder x scully

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

Manuscript Search Tag

Thanks for the tag, sweet @melliabee!

Alas, mine are less varied than yours, dear, all from my in-progress Stargate fic, O'Neill², because I have long since lost track of the projects I had going before this one. I'm gonna need an archaeological team to dig them out when this is all over.😅

The words: oops, clever, elbow, forget, and respect.

oops

Janet's heart swells with pride at the scene, at her daughter stepping up to help—clearly without being asked, she muses as the smell of sweet and sour chicken begins to escape from one of the takeout bags. Cassie has the pizzas settled on the stovetop to cool when she turns and seems to process for the first time what the bags on the counter means. Her eyes widen a hair.

"Oh. Oops."

clever

SG-1 is scheduled to visit PX-somewhere-or-other in a week, and Jack is itching to get back through the gate. Once he's back into the usual grueling swing of things, maybe he'll be too tired for second-hand nightmares and accidental wrenches thrown into carefully laid plans by too-clever surrogate children to make a difference in his sleep schedule.

elbow

What feels like a few minutes later, Jack opens his eyes to see the light has changed from the black of night to the blue shadows of early morning and his face is pressed into the table. The shower is running upstairs, and his coffee mug is cold where he bumps it with his elbow as he sits up. He blinks and shakes his head, scrubs at his face with fingers that are weary and slow to respond.

forget

Living as they do, it's easy to forget the mundane dangers that exist in their own backyard. Earth seemed such a cold and dark place before Jack traveled to Abydos that first time. Met Daniel, saw and believed in the simple beauty of humanity for the first time in years—a beauty made brighter against the harsh and hideous backdrop of a false god and his followers. When he came home, Earth seemed precious and full of light and kindnesses small and large. He wanted nothing more than to experience that light again for himself, save for to keep it safe. To shield this little planet from the enormous evil lurking beyond its laughable reach.

respect

“Say, Jack, is he in some kinda trouble? He sure seemed like a nice kid. Respectful, ya know. So rare to see that in kids, these days.” He gives a despairing shake of his head.

new words: help, whisper, soft, gaze, and silent.

Tagging @holbytlanna, @hollers-and-holmes, @starrybouquet, @stargatelov3r, and @appalachianapologies. No pressure, of course, loves! And to anyone who sees this and think it looks fun, this is me tagging you. Jump right in!💛

#wips #o'neill² #pocket frens #mellia mine #eliza writes stargate

[thebeautifulfantastic]

the last line of my wip (tagged)

thank you so much @melliabee and @aberrations-reality for the tag!

rules: post the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as words.

my actual last sentence is very short, so i'll post the two sentences that came before as well, just for context. this is from a fic for the amazing spider-man that i've been working on :D

And he’s at her side, taking her hand into his, lacing their fingers together, not letting go this time. “Hey, Gwen,“ he breathes, more for his own ears than hers. “You’ll be okay.”

It’s not real. Not this time.

tagging @courageisneverforgotten, @cafecitowriter, @teaandatale, @amortensie, @thatfragilecapricorn30, and @avengeclintasha

#hehehe i love just putting sentences out there with no other explanations about the overall story #mellia friend #tagged in #answered tags #belle writes #belle speaks

[twsted-princess]

Sooooooooooooooooo I made a trollsona...........and I'm gonna ramble about her.

This is Mellia Aliane, Pisci fuchsia blood and princess under Trizza's rule. She's......very much a girly girl. Empathetic, sweet, a tiny bit sheltered from the rest of the blood spectrum but she's a troll that wishes to change this. She doesn't want the highbloods to rule over the lowers, turning them into mindless fodder. She wants a kingdom where everyone is equal and cared for. The mocking title of "She who bleeds" is something she carries with pride but also worry. She's considered a failure of a fuchsia for being unable to cull, keeping a limeblood alive since they're her moirall, anf for caring about the lower bloods so many think she's better off culled. So she's kept away by her strict violet attendant trying in vain to teach her the ways of a proper princess along with her precious lusus, Mr. Manatee the fish-tailed meowbeast. She's very inspired off retro 80/90's girl culture and her writing quirks is putting emojis after each sentence. (music notes for happy, raindrop for sad, star for excited and hearts for embarrassed/in love)

#my art #trollsona #This makes more sense if you're in the HSA discord

[dutifulsilence]

headcanon ;;

A little bit more about Link's family, since I'm kind of winging it with them - I flipped through my copy of Creating a Champion and literally the only thing it says about his family is that they were likely from Hateno and weren't nobility - which I've already ignored because whoops, I didn't look that up before mentioning it in a thread. Sorry, canon, I'm not above re-writing you to fit my whims.

I feel like Link's family is nobility, but far removed - like one of his ancestors was awarded a minor title and land that Hateno was built up around. Not that it brings them any advantage, except the right for the family sons to join the ranks of the royal knights. It's his mother's side the noble title passes through.

I've mentioned now that his father's name was Arden, and his sister's name is Mellia. He struggles to remember them, only having a few brief memories to go by, and the photo he keeps of them. He idolized his father, wanted to follow in his footsteps as a knight. That much he knows, but it doesn't feel to him that he was ever particularly close to his father.

It was his mother, Maki, who he'd always been closer to, who he remembers the best of his family. She taught him to ride when he was only a toddler, holding him in the saddle and teaching him how to guide the horse as they trotted around the horse yard. She filled his dreams with bedtime stories of Great Fairies and the old Heroes. She gave him his first horse at ten years old, one that he had helped raise from foal to colt, and she taught him the old country songs she sang to her horses, a habit that, to this day, he still has.

Maki, more than Arden, was his inspiration to become a knight, to protect his family and the people he loved, like the Heroes she loved.

#hc ; #throws together a family history and calls it good #link was definitely more his mother's son than his father's #also feels sad bc link has no picture of his mom #he's the spitting image of her

[steverogersandpeggycarter]

hey!! I’m not sure if you take fic requests but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Peggy gets injured on a mission with the howling commandos and Steve is also on the mission and Steve goes crazy bc he thinks Peggy died and like then Peggy wakes up or whatever and thinks Steve dies and she freaks out and basically everyone finds out how crazy they are for each other or if you know of a fic similar to this???

Hi! That’s a really good idea--thank you!  I’ll mull it over and see if I can come up with a plot that works. (I’m in the middle of a lot of WIPs though, so if I do come up with an idea it’ll probably be quite a while from now.)

In the meantime, there’s a Mellia Bee fic, “A Rare Camaraderie,” that has a lot of these elements in it! It focuses on Peggy and Steve during wartime going around with the Howling Commandos, and there are situations when each of them (S & P) thinks the other one may have gotten killed.  I recommend it highly--it’s really good!

[melliiaahh]

rules.

BFI

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My boundaries 

If you’re under the age of 16, please don’t interact with me. I can’t control you to not read my stuff but if I catch you and you’re under 16 I will block…

AS OF RIGHT NOW, I don’t do NSFW, I may write suggestive but that’s as far as I’ll go.

Unless we get super close I will not open up about personal details or social media. 

Im happy to go by mel/melli/mellia/lia!

Basic DNI criteria: no racists/ homophobes/ transphobes/ fetishizers etc

Im happy to make friends so feel free to message or comment !

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Writing 

Im gonna be writing what I ENJOY.. and for characters, I feel are appropriate. So I’m not gonna write about children.. ( eri from Mha, klee from Genshin, anya from SXF, etc you get my point)

I will most likely ALWAYS age up my characters just so the story makes sense.. 

I naturally write directed towards feminine readers however if you prefer me to write something in masc or gender neutral lmk and I’ll be happy to try my best!

I’ll mainly write for blue lock, haiykuu, jujutsu kaizen, and just whatever is rotting my brain at the time lmao however if you have a req send it my way !!

Please remember I’m only starting out and I have no idea how Tumblr works lmao and I haven’t written fic since Wattpad so I may be a little cringe and confusing but hopefully ill get better HAHAH + my first language is English but I do suck so I’m so sorry 

I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: cheating,r___, non-consensual ANYTHING SFW OR NSFW, death, or anything weirdly about children… so if you’re into that stuff please leave thanks 

#rules #mellianavi

[backcrosstrolls]

Keeper had run and not looked back.

He still wasn’t ready to face him again. Not after what he’d seen him do to Mekkam (though he’d almost wanted to help, and he had done a little). 

Kahlae reminded him of Forzal, a little bit. Mostly the anger. She wasn’t really anything like him. A lot more ruthless, and a lot less moral. She was decidedly worse, and he avoided her as often as he could. That was fine by her. She had her own business to attend to.

Maybe, since Kahlae was so awful, it wouldn’t be so unreasonably painful to talk to Forzal. But then he remembered that it was hardly what Forzal had done that made it so painful. It was what he’d let Mekkam do to him, to both of them.

Honestly, he thought, the influence of Vanity was worse. It was just as possessive and destructive as Mekkam, and worse because he’d let himself fall into it and was helping it, fully aware of what it wanted. Worse than Mekkam. He was nothing but the weapon of a force of possession and destruction. Again. Again.

Never in a million sweeps would he let Forzal see what he’d become. No, he could never go back.

All he could do was tell him to run. Run and not look back.

#lizard writes #this started out based on irl but it is... decidedly not anymore #Keeper ic #Mellia Mekkam #Forzal Ivorno #the Vanity group

[a-worm-on-a-string]

Get to know me tag??? Aight

This took me way too long to get to

Tagged by @spicyman-draws

Rules: Tag 9 people

Relationship Status: Single--

Favorite Color: I like blues and purples

Top 3 Ships:

Hawks x Fuyumi Todoroki (Huwumi) from Boku no Hero is way high up there for me. Despite them never having interacted, the thought of it looks and sounds really... Soft. Like, this is probably the softest ship I've ever encountered besides KilluGon. C'mon guys, HUWUMI HAS AN UWU, IT HAS AN UWU. THAT MAKES IT SOFT BY DEFAULT.

It's just really cute and enjoyable for me djsjsdjdjnxxn I really like it.

Sypha x Trevor x Alucard (y'know, that c l a s s i c ot3) from Castlevania is an honest guilty pleasure. I'm there for the memes, I'm there for the fluff, I'm there for the Alucard Support Group because he deSERVES IT, AND EVERYTHING ELSE. It's both an ot3 and a brot3 honestly, but I dig it either way.

RGB x Magnus (Light Entertainment) and RGB x Madras (Eyetenna) from The Property of Hate are at war with each other in my head. I appreciate prism on TV, but I also appreciate... Cyclops... On TV... That's even weirder to write out, I know, but it'S TRUE DJDJSJDJDNS Eyetenna doesn't get enough attention though. It should get more of that.

Last Song: & by Tally Hall. I live for that band's good shit.

Last Movie: Battle Angel Alita!!! I'd give it a solid like... B-. Woulda made it a strict D+ because of the dog scene (you know the one) but then the dog got avenged by Murdock. Murdock's immediately the best guy in the movie, he is literally GOD.

Stan, I know you're gonna be reading this, what do you mEAN THERE WAS ONLY ONE OVER THE TOP SCENE, THERE WERE SEVERAL

Also the quote "Wow, that looks fatal." fuckin' killed me

Tagging: @itzyaboiphantom @i-am-the-leprechaun-hero @tomurasbitch @c-mellia @trash-on-the-wall @kennithfreakingsimmons @iloveminecraft55 @primeysreblogs @amessattheirbest

[windy-trickster]

🗣️ Mellia and Amoret? :O??

-> The nights after Halloween party were dedicated to cleaning up the massive Theatre hive that one Mellia Poulou ran. She normally did this cleaning all by herself, wanting her performers to go back to their hives and rest their weary bodies after a long night and day of partying hard and celebrating all of their successes. -> While Mellia was mopping up the floor, a pair of small footsteps could be heard trailing up behind her, a tiny voice breaking the silence. "Miss Poulou? Would you like some help?" -> Mellia's ears twitched as she spun around in confusion. ")00( Amoret? What are ya doin' here, darLin'? I thought you aLL up n went back to ya hive." -> The smaller Purpleblood looked down, holding a trashcan that was filled to the brim with food, party decorations that had gotten ruined in the chaos and just... Other general trash. "You... You always do this ⋈y yourself, yes...? I... I wanted to help you out, since you've done so much for me in the past, Miss Poulou." -> Mellia felt her bloodpusher swell a little as she placed down her mop, going over to the smaller Purpleblood and taking the trashcan from her, giggling softly. ")00( WeLL.... If ya reaLLy wanna heLp. I can't say no to ya cute LittLe face. C'mon, darLin'. Let's finish up together, yeah?" -> Amoret smiles and nods, happily trailing behind Mellia as the two Purpleblooded women set off on finishing up the job.

#windy response #jaded daydream #amoret chiara #mellia poulou #windy writes

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

Just rewatched Nisei and 731, and suddenly realized that there was an undetermined amount of time after Mulder got knocked out on the train car where Scully probably didn’t know whether he’d been blown up or not.

Ugh, the potential angst. 😯

GIRL we are on the same brainwaves today, I'm planning to rewatch those eps either tonight or tomorrow!!!

but like,,,, yeah,,, hndbdhdns she really doesn't know, and like how does she find out that he's ok, what are her reactions? how badly is she freaking out worrying about him, praying he's okay — and honestly.... isn't there some similarities to the end of Anasazi, too? that probably doesn't help either — until she finally finds out and can relax and breathe again bc he's ALIVE he's OK it's gonna be fine

#one of us should write it 👀 #or both of us 👀 multiple interpretations 👀 #you get dibs if you want to write it tho #Lu rambles #asks #txf #msr #mellia i feel like you should have your own tag #idk man just the thought of scully so helpless to do anything not knowing what happened to her BEST FRIEND

[vrepit-salix]

Leakira/Klance Fic Info!!

Mmkay SO…

For those who don’t know, I’m writing a Leakira/Klance fic. 

It takes place in an entirely different setting, a place called the Avalon colony, where cities are built into the sky, spiraling upwards on pentagonal platforms. Much of the story takes place in the city Mellia Rouge, the city at the highest altitude and the centre of operation for the Garrison Data Security (GDS) agency.

The most highly coveted job at the Garrison Data Security agency is that of a parcel runner, an individual trained in parkour for the purpose of carrying GDS parcels around different parts of Avalon cities.

Akira Kogane is part of the Garrison’s runner training program and his brother Shiro is a commander of a GDS airship.

The first chapter will be going up very soon! Feel free to ask questions; if they aren’t in the spoiler-realm, I will answer them!!

#vld #keith #lance #klance #akira #leandro #leakira #vld fanfic #vld fanfiction #klance fic #klance fanfic #leakira fanfiction #leakira fanfic #salix writes #salix speaks #salix whispers

[timelessbigbang]

Pairs for the TBB 2017

Thanks so very much to all of the artists that responded so quickly; we were able to get this all sorted a whole day early! Below, you’ll find the list of authors and artists participating in the Timeless Big Bang 2017. 

Thank you, again, to all who registered! We are very excited to read/see the finished products!

And without further ado, your pairs:

001 @timeless-besthistoryclass / @child-of-the-candy

002 @deckerprestonsmoak​ / @twilight-deviant​​, @gwennieliz​

003 @missyriver​ / @abbyspencer​

004 @elizabethkween​ / @deckerprestonsmoak​

005 @olivaraofrph​ / @onlymorelove​

006 @olivaraofrph​ / @katiegracecrochet​*

007 @usaonetwothree​ / @olivaraofrph​

008 @extasiswings​ / @elizabethkween​

009 TheVelvetDusk* / @elizabethkween

010 @keirgreeneyes / @olivaraofrph

011 @jedidisneyphantomofstorybrooke / @onlymorelove

012 @superrandomfandom7 / @prairiepirate

013 @katnissisbrown / @gwennieliz

014 Mellia Bee* / @cluelessrebel1988

*participant has requested to be contacted outside of tumblr; please message an admin for contact info*

That’s all, folks! Introduce yourselves to your partners! Get started with your writing/arting. Check-In Day will be September 29th. On that day, an admin will contact you to touch base with your progress. This is when we’ll begin to gauge when you’ll post, so please be honest and please check in!! 

The ask box will be open for the remainder of the challenge, and the admins are always here to answer any questions or alleviate any concerns. 

Sad to be missing out? We are now accepting applications for pinch-hit artists and authors. In the event someone has to back out due to personal matters, we will contact everyone registered as a pinch-hit artist or author, depending on which is needed. First person to reply gets the piece. Please note: this does not guarantee participation in the challenge, but is a fun way to lend a hand if it’s ever needed. We like to be prepared! 

Thanks again for making this such a fun challenge so far! We’ll see you all again on September 29th!

-r&n&g

#tbb 2017 #tbb pairs 2017 #nbc timeless #lucy preston #wyatt logan #rufus carlin #garcia flynn #lyatt #garcy #garcyatt #riya #timeless #timeless ff #timeless fanart #art #writing #fanfiction

[antisocialraccoon]

So. I was going to send you a sleepy Bucky headcanon. And then it broke the writers block I've been hitting my head against for weeks and turned into a ficlet that was too long to send on here. So I posted it on my FFnet account under the name Mellia Bee. It's the fifth chapter of 'Within the Legacy,' (Recitative) - and it is for you. Thanks for breaking my writers block! :)

*hugs* Oh my goodness thank you! And, sheesh, happy my little request turned out to bring you writing inspiration! ^_^  *bounds off to go read it*

#sleepy bucky headcanons #dear anons #fanfic #Bucky Barnes

[maggiewritesthings-blog]

Metamorphosis: Stage 1

It was strange. The world had started over, kept turning and growing and living, yet she felt like a ghost in its wake. Bionis was dead, for all intents and purposes, and Mechonis had gone with it. The Gods that she had prayed to and so revered were gone now-- they had not even been the same Gods she thought they were, yet still, she felt like they had been stolen from her.

Just like her mother.

Just like her father.

Just like her brother.

Just like her people.

Melia couldn’t remember when she had laid down on her bed, or how long it had been since. She drifted in and out of sleep so many times. With the world put back together and the fighting finally over, the emptiness had caught up to her. She had run out of smiles to give to her friends within minutes, and retreated to the empty shell of a palace that used to be her home.

She did not know how many days she stayed there alone, while the remnants of the High Entia still lingered with the homs. They were waiting for someone to tell them that their city was safe again.

Melia was waiting for someone to tell her that she was still alive.

It was strange to wake up and find herself not-alone. Alone had become so normal, so natural, for a ghost like her. When Melia was finally found, she didn’t know what to say.

“Melly! Has Melly eaten? Melly looks sick--” Riki was quick to fill the silence, waddling over to her quickly and jumping onto her bed. His larger second hands took her chin, turning her face back and forth. She was gaunt, pale, her eyes gone grey and cloudy, and her wings were limp with thinning feathers. But how strange it was, to be touched.

“I’m... fine...” she muttered, her voice was hoarse. “Go home, Riki.”

“Hero-pon must never leave friend who is sick,” he insisted, patting her cheek with one massive furry palm. Melia flinched, pulling away.

“Stop it, I’m fine, just let me sleep, if you please.”

Riki ignored her, and as he hopped off of her bed, Melia realized that he was not alone. In the doorway of her bedchamber, a mass of pink peeked inside. She whispered to Riki as he hurried back to her.

“How is she, Riki?”

“Melly needs food. All will be good after she eats,” he nodded.

Melia squinted, feeling patronized by their words. Why had Riki brought his wife to Alcamoth? 

Oka waved one of her own large hands at Melia from the other side of the room, her eyes growing big with a toothy little smile. “Good morning, Miss Queen!”

Queen...

That’s right.

Kallain had dubbed her queen, to become Empress in one year’s time.

Melia hugged her knees into her chest, her head falling to rest upon them as she shuddered. What kind of queen had no kingdom? No family, no friends, no p--

“Papa! Papa, is Queen Bird ok?”

“Can we play with her?

“No, littlepons, Melly needs food, we must cook good foods for her,” Riki chided, shooing away children from the bedroom door.

Melia looking back up, her eyes staining pink with the tears she wanted to shed. His children too? He had brought his entire family?

Oka waved her hand again and said, “Go back to sleep, Miss Queen! Oka promise, she will make something very good for you. You will feel better soon.”

Melia wasn’t so sure about that, but she laid back down anyway and buried her head into her pillows.

In the end, Melia ate, though she did not taste much. When thirteen faced stared at her until she took a bite, she had precious few options. Eating made her feel nauseous, but having done nothing for as long as she had, she knew that it must be from malnutrition.

Oka smiled as Melia ate, and she seemed so proud of herself. The pink Nopon who had traveled so far from home, fixing supper for then High Entian Queen. A grandiose day dream for Oka.

A rather melancholic evening for Melia.

“Melly, Melly,” Riki nudged her as he ate more than his share of the fish stew. “Is Melly feeling better?”

“I’m not sick, Riki,” she muttered, but did not even try to smile for him.  “You don’t have to hover, I assure you.”

Once again, the Nopon ignored her and continued to speak, “Riki take Oka and littlepons on trip! We want littlepons to see world, meet all kinds of not-pons. Maybe they be merchants someday, need to know people outside Makna. Or maybe they become heropons like Riki.”

Melia sighed, moving around some pieces of salmon and carrot in her bowl. Stews were an odd dish to High Entia, they tended to eat much lighter meals than this.

“But so few Entia in city, Riki not know what to do! How can littlepons meet all people, when all people not here?”

Melia closed her eyes, clenching them shut as tightly as she could.

“Riki think we stay here a bit. Littlepons want to meet Melly so much, after Riki tells them how pretty she is.”

Her eyes opened again and she looked down at the creature of yellow and orange fur. “Stay? Riki, that is... unprecidented, no one simply comes to the palace of Alcamoth and demands to be accommodated--”

“Riki knows!” he chirped and looked up at her before, once again, patting her face with his large extra hand. “But Melly sick. So Riki will stay.”

In the proceeding weeks, Melia had come to assume that anyone who did not eat at least six meals a day was ‘sick’ in the eyes of the Nopon. Oka cooked giant meals every day in the palace kitchens, and the smell of it had filled the entire royal chambers with scents of spice and warmth. It was different than Melia was used to. Usually, the palace smelled of clean marble and cool air, and the distinct lack of dust.

Now, it smelled like children and stews and a very distinct presence of dust.

As Riki coaxed her out of bed every day, Melia found it marginally easier to think about the state of Alcamoth and her people. They were scattered to the winds now, but not impossible to find. Those who had already returned were cleaning the city as best they could. Rebuilding fountains and houses, making lists of those who might have died. Some of the returning came to the palace and hesitantly sought her audience, but without a full staff, Melia could be hard to find in the many halls.

It was strange to be here without the formalities. They used to be the backbone of High Entian culture, and yet without them, everything still stood in place.

“Make new fountain to Riki, Heropon!” Riki had suggested as MElia sat and looked over some of the ideas her people had proposed for repairing the city center. “Right here!”

Melia’s mouth skewed to one side. “As tempting as it is, I think we should focus our efforts on a memorial garden. So many were--” turned into Telethia “-- lost from us. It may do good for the people to have a place to put their prayers.”

Not that prayers meant anything anymore, but it was a difficult habit to break.

“Fine fine, garden. But then, fountain of Heropon,” he suggested, nudging her side as he did.

“I’ll consider it,” Melia agreed, though her voice lacked the humor to carry such a statement. She was trying to go through the motions, for Riki’s sake if not her own, but her eyes were still glassy, her pallor still drawn. She did not look hollow anymore, but she was a far and away shadow of who she had once been.

Riki watched her as she stared at the papers. He noted the exact moment that her mind drifted away from the material in front of her, turning to the ghosts that lingered in her mind. When her eyes stared through the sheets, when her shoulders drooped ever so slightly, when her wings closed inward, she was thinking of her brother. Her father.

What would Kallian say?

What would the Emperor say?

What, even, would her mother say, who had died so long ago when Mellia was just a child?

She was snapped out of her revery by Riki’s soft hand on her cheek, patting it three times.

“Is ok if Melly wants to make Brother-Bird fountain instead,” he offered.

She pinched the bridge of her nose hard in a vain attempt to prevent tears. But still the proposal blueprints were quickly freckled with water marks.

After three years, Alcamoth began to feel like home again. Most of the High Entie who had fled returned, and with open borders instated, Mechons and Homs began to filter in too. Piece by piece, the city filled up with noise and trade and traffic. Melia was able to hire a palace staff again, and begin trade treaties with the Homs colonies.

Riki encouraged the others to visit, writing letters to Reyn and Sharla and Dunban when Melia wasn’t looking. The guests always showed up, with encouraging smiles and questions and hugs.

They recognized the statue in the memorial garden, and offered her belated condolensces when they could.

Shulk did not come. Reyn said that he didn’t come to much these days, and often spent time traveling the wilds.

Melia suspected he wouldn’t be satisfied with the world until he had observed every corner of it for himself.

“Don’t worry,” Fiora had assured her the week before, when they had all come for the most recent visit. “He’ll be fine. I think he’ll be comforted the most if we just keep going on without him. Shulk has never had a problem catching up.”

Melia sighed, reaching up one hand to stroke one of her wings, making sure each feather was in place. Her wings were starting to fill out again, thicken up and soften. Her hair did the same. Even her eyes had started to look a little less grey these days.

“Melly! Melly Melly Melly Melly--” Her name was repeated in a large chorus as eight of the littlepons came bounding up to her. She sat on a balcony, looking down at the City of Alcamoth from above and admiring the way it lit up at night-- just like she remembered.

“Yes?” she asked them all. By now, she had learned all of their names. Riki had to recite them for her for months in the beginning (Tema, Usa, Oki, Lulu, Ero, Beba, Niki, Weki, Quino, Resa, and Bo), but once she started paying attention, they were all very easy to tell apart. Currently, Usa, Lulu, Ero, Beba, Weki, Quino, Resa, and Bo were the ones gathering around her in excited hops.

“Melly, Papa says is almost time for dinner! Come come come, we hungry, not allowed to eat without you!” Ero bounced, waving his little arms as if they were wings-- like hers-- and he could fly.

“Tema made supper, very good,” Bo interjected. “Tema says she make super for now, because Mama too tired.” In the three years that Riki and his family had been living with her, Melia had not been surprised when Oka announced whe was pregnant. Again. Having eleven children was a feat in itself, but apparently the affection that the Nopon woman pretended to withhold was actually quite strong. In moments when they thought they were alone, Melia had seen Oka preening and cuddling her husband as if he were the most handsome prince in a fairy tale.

“Well, then we best not keep Tema waiting,” Melia agreed, pulling herself up from her seat on the balcong. “Maybe you all can find some nice ways to help your mother too? I know she will need it soon.”

“Of course we help Mama, we are good pons!” Weki insisted with pride. As they all walked towards the dining room, the littlepons walked with their extra hands held up and back, not hugging their bellies like most Nopons. They kept their little hands splayed out like feathers.

“Will Melly carry me, if I ask nice?” Lulu peeped at Melia’s feet. She battered her big marble eyes endearingly.

“Perhaps, if you are very polite,” Melia answered with the tip of her head.

“Pretty pretty pleasey pleaaaaase?” Lulu begged, flapping her hand-wings excitedly.

Melia paused, leaving some sense of dramatic suspense for the littlepon. But then she leaned down and scooped the buncle of strawberry tinted fur into the crook of her arm. “Yes, I will, Lulu. Now what do we say?”

“Thank you, Miss Melly!” Lulu squealed, her little feet kicking playfully.

When they reached the dining room-- which had become a strange mixture of formal table-and-chair seating, and floor-pillows for fmaily circles, over the years-- Melia saw Riki and his wife sitting side-by-side and muttering to one another. Riki had one big hand on Oka’s tummy, which was getting even rounder than usual these days, and his other fixed her bow for her.

“Papa! Papa Papa Papa, Mama Mama Mama--” the littlepons announced, bounding to their parents in hops and leaps.

Lulu wriggled in Melia’s arms until she was put down, then she bound to her parents too as Tema emerged from the kitchen, Oki and Niki helping, with a large pot of yet another type of Nopon fish stew.

Melia sat beside Riki on her neatly folded legs, and she accepted a bowl gratefully. “Tema, this smells absolutely divine.”

“Thank you, Miss Melly!”

Riki grinned up at Melia, “Riki’s littlepons make best food! All because of their good Papa-pon.”

“I have no doubts,” Melia said, bemused. She sipped a spoonful of the thick stew, and it tasted like oregano, apples, and cream. Warm and inviting to her palette, if not a bit rustic for the High Entia Queen. “Very good.”

“Riki knows. Riki is proud.”

The rest of the dinner went as it usually did. The littlepons babbled about their days, the people they had met, the things they had learned. Oka mentioned something about ‘proper nesting’ for the new baby. Riki re-told an exploit of his days as the Hero-pon, and Melia did not correct him when he got the facts wrong.

At the end of it all, Riki reaching up his big hand and patted her face gently. He smiled a soft smile, knowing in his own strange way.

“Melly does not look so sick anymore.”

“Don’t I? I’ve been sick by your standard for years, Riki.”

“Yes, but not anymore. Melly better now.”

She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “You truly are a mystery, Riki. I’ve insisted on my own wellness for three years, and you only now believe me?”

“Only now has Riki heard you laugh.”

Melia paused, staring at the Nopon before her eyes moved to every other ‘pon in the room. All thirteen of them lookd back, with little smiles and nods of approval. When she looked at the children-- the brothers and sisters sharing their plates and pestering one another and immitating her wings-- she thought of how much Kallian would laugh, not how much is hurt to be without him.

She shook her head, smiling as she did, and placed one of her own hands on Riki’s face in return. “My hero-pon.”

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