#arcane grayson x fem reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

No Amount of Wishes

|| Sheriff Grayson x fem!enforcer!reader

|| Warnings; injured reader (concussion/broken arm/coma), Grayson worried for reader and feeling guilt, hospital setting, injured on the job

|| Summary; Grayson stays to keep an eye on reader, only to realize she's got to go to work. Then... reader wakes up.

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Started; December 31th

Finished; December 31st

HurtCember2024; Day 25, Accident

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She didn't mean for this to happen.

For you to get hurt on the field. Everyone kept reminding her; "Grayson, it was just an accident. None of this was your fault." But she knew. She knew. It was her decision to send you out there. It all comes down to her in the end. Grayson was the Sheriff. She was supposed to be better than this- you were never supposed to get hurt. We really can't stop everything, can we? No matter how hard we try... beg the Gods. Nothing ever comes of it.

Grayson sighed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. You'd been hospitalized for a couple of days now, stuck in what felt like a never ending coma. Grayson couldn't bare the sight of you like this, but she hated the thought of leaving your side even more. Of course, she wasn't able to stay as long as she wanted to. The people still needed her. The city wouldn't rest just because you were bed bound. No amount of wishes could change that.

Looking to the clock on the wall, Grayson could see that her time with you was just about up for the day. This was the hardest part for her. Leaving you. She knew the hospital staff was good. That you were in good hands; even still. Grayson wanted to be the one to take care of you. She always had, it didn't matter how many times you told her you could handle things yourself. That you had it under control. Something, somewhere would go wrong.

"Grayson?" She had started to stand, removing herself from the seat. Her limbs ached, a sign of how long she had been sitting. It took her a moment to register your voice. You calling to her. At first, Grayson was sure she had imagined it. Her mind playing tricks created by her desire. Her desire for you. She still turned to look at you, just for the off chance that...

You were awake?

"Gods," Grayson breathed. Feeling a sense of relief run through her entire body. She rushed to your side, hand on yours while the other cupped your cheek. Her eyes never leaving yours, memorizing the colour and every detail. Assuring herself that you were there.

"I missed you," you murmured. You knew by the look she was giving you that you'd been out for a while. The fight you'd gotten caught in on patrol really did a number on you. The first was the broken arm. Having received quite the blow to your dominate side. Then a blow to your head that finished the job. You could feel a subtle pound that seemed to only get worse the longer your eyes were open.

"I'll always miss you more," the Sheriff murmured. Earning herself a smile from you. The hand that cupped your cheek trailed your jawline. Fingers ghosting your skin, sending shivers down your neck," the doctor explained that you had a concussion and broken arm. The blow to the side of your head was heafty, you'll be suspended for the next couple weeks until you've fully recovered."

Your eyes widened. Suspended? How were you supposed to spend your time? You'd get bored waiting around doing nothing. With a concussion and broken arm you'd be even more limited. Great, "yippee..."

Grayson laughed at your enthusiasm, or lack of," oh don't you start pouting with me. I may just have to kiss it away, you know."

"Oh really?" You smirked, glad to see that Grayson was in a better mood. You knew she had to have been beating herself up over this, whether the flirting was a way to hide it or not you weren't sure... but it made your heart flutter all the same," I'd take you up on that. First, though... you okay?"

"To be truthful, no. Seeing you like this..." She trailed off and shook her head, leaving you to fill the blanks. You had a good idea what she was saying. It hurt her, probably just as much as you'd actually been hurt.

"Gray... none of this was your fault, you know that. Don't you? My reaction time was off, I was slower, weaker. My opponent just had a better hand against me. But none of it comes down to you. That was my usual patrol line, it's not like anything changed from the normal scheduling. Just an unlucky day," you tried to comfort her. She did seem to ease, but not fully.

"I... suppose you make your points." She sighed, looking to the clock on the wall again. She was late for her shift by now, but.. if she's already late anyway, what's the harm in spending a few extra minutes with you?

[shimtarofstupidity]

(Part two)

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𝙩𝙬: 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, (𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠)

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𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙. 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚—𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙.

"𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥" 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

"𝗪𝗵𝗮- 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳.

"𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗵𝘂𝗵?" 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸, 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺.

"𝘂𝗺, 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂-" 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.

"𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗺𝗲," 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 ����𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯.

"𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱." 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸..

"𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥."

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣.

"𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙢," 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨.

"𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜," 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩. 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨.

"𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙖. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚.

𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

"𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧."

𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

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"𝙈𝙢𝙝𝙣!" 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨.

"𝙞-𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖-" 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛.

"𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣." 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

"𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠. 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙.

"𝙗𝙪𝙩, 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙡��𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥. 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

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"𝙢𝙣𝙜𝙝-𝙥𝙝!," 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚.

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?" 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

"𝙞-𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮." 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙠. 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛.

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥, 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙄 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?" 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨.

"𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮." 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙮, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙩. 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙.

"𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙪𝙥." 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧, 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

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p.s, got a little lazy w/ ending lol

[dr3am5scape]

Late Night Subway

(Grayson x Fem Reader)

(For more further experience, can add music while reading…or not :)

Hey y’all out there! Am happy it’s a nice and cold day jeez. I want to let you know that I’m glad that I am able to make more and finding more people reading my stuff, including lesbians which is amazing 💜 I want to say thank you for loving my stuff.🤭

Enjoy reading this for today and be doing more hopefully next week since I’m off for break yay!

Gloomy night in Piltover city, their was finally an underground train station that was made for people to get back to their usual home. And one of them is you actually. A lot of folks was already home in their cozy bed, while you just got out of work and you were pretty much the only one there. The subway was dark and green, which showed in the atmosphere. Some of the lights were flickering and some weren’t but dim. The air was musty, thinking none of the workers ever cleaned down there. It felt like you were in Zaun already but weren’t. You just got off from late night working at the main area of the library in Piltover, wanted to go home so so bad. You sat on the bench waiting for the train to arrive….hopefully. This place felt unfamiliar like it wasn’t suppose to be this awful compared what it looked before. All cleaned and perfection. It would be packed everywhere during the day. Maybe this night wasn’t the right time to get pick up. It was now 10pm. You had this deep thought if someone was watching you in the shadow as you kept looking back and forth. Just in a few moments later, you heard someone approaching you. “Sorry to startled you, miss but it seems that no one should be here at this time of night. Where are you heading to at this hour?” The sheriff says coming from behind. “Um home.” You thought for a second it was a creep asking you for something, until you realize enforcers do check on others who are still around this subway area. And she was one of them. “Oh thank goodness I wasn’t the only one here, I was scare for a second.” You took a deep breath from all the anxiety you had. “Dont worry ma’am. It’s my honor and job to protect any citizens of Piltover. May I ask what’s your name, dear?” The big women says. She was pretty much taller and look pretty strong comparing to your size XD Which made you not focus on her question but her whole body figure, til you shake your head.

“Oh uh it’s y/n.” The sheriff smile in pleased. “Y/n, how lovely. I’m Grayson. As you might’ve guessed already that I’m an enforcer in case anything happened here. That’s why I came to make sure everyone gets home safely.” You form a small smile and blush appear on your cheeks. “That’s very nice of you, Sheriff Grayson. I do need to get home actually. I was just afraid something might’ve happened to me. But thanks to you,” you said. “It’s no problem, ma’am. It’s my duty to ensure city of Piltover is safe. Since I’m here, may I walk you home and make sure you arrived there safely?” Grayson says offering her hand at you. You nod, smiling as you hold her hand. “That’ll be lovely, Sheriff.” Grayson offered your hand, gesturing to walk with her as you two saw the train finally arrives. “Follow me. I’ll find us a seat somewhere.” You two walk in and sat at the farthest back corner near the window. The train begin moving on towards the tunnels. While looking through the window, you look back at Grayson, seeing her as she makes sure everything was okay during the train. She saw you look up at her, which made her chuckle and wink at you, as a way of flirting at you. You couldn’t help but lift the palm to your mouth as you turn completely red looking slightly away from her. Oh god.

Later on, Grayson sigh, sitting down next to you. You two talked for a little while to the point, you felt your eyes tired. Letting out a yawn, you tried to stay up but couldn’t. Grayson glance at you. “You seem tired, y/n. Why don’t you lean your head on my shoulder.” You look at her twice, while blinking to stay more focus. “Wha-Really? Your such a sweetheart, Grayson.” You nod at her sweet advice and lay on the side. The sheriff lets out a small hum, flustered by your nice words. Throughout the train, you two were in complete silence. An hour later, train finally stop for your destination. You didn’t know Grayson would do such a thing, which was carrying you in a bridal style, while getting off. It caught you off guard being in this sort of situation. You didn’t say anything but just let it happened. Towards home, you thank Grayson keeping you safe and warm around her. You actually wanted to do more of this with her. So you gave her your phone number in case. You gave Grayson a hug, not wanting to let her go for tonight, but didn’t wanna make things too awkward, so you pull back. “Thanks for bringing me home. Hope to see you another day. Stay safe out there, Sheriff and gets some sleep. Goodnight.” You smile waving at her, but startled when she let you go inside as a way for respect. “Me too, y/n. Me too. Have a goodnight, dear.” Grayson says before walking out and watching the night sky, thinking about you, with a warm innocent smile linger on her face.

“She does like me. Just as much I like her too.”

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🥺aww me next Grayson pls

[liradee]

Late Halloween Monster AU Grayson??

just an old sketch i made of a prototype of a Grayson monster au

Decided to make a beta design head for a monster au where Singed makes Grayson into an undead being as well rather than just Vander becoming Warwick

[katz-rambles]

I’m on my period rn and the back pain is horrible for me. So how about arcane characters x reader who’s on her period and dealing with severe lower back pain because of it (could you possibly do Sevika, Silco, and Grayson. Along with whatever others you want.)

Awww, I'm sorry, Anon. I hope you feel better soon! Periods suck. Sending lots of love 💗.

I added Mel to this as well! I just think she fits this ask!

(Fluff, fem!reader, comfort, I think this is it?)

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Sevika

• I feel like she knows what you're going through. She probably has horrible pain when she's on her period, too.

• She will get you anything you may need, and I mean ANYTHING. You want a warm towel for your cramps, she's on it, any type of medication, just say the word.

• She will massage your lower back to help you relax, and she's surprising very good at giving massages. So don't you worry yourself, she's right there beside you and she's ready to help with anything you may need.

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Silco

• He's, obviously, not very experienced in periods. So he may ask Jinx to help you out, or maybe even ask her for tips to help you.

• He knows the basics, so he'll get you some painkillers, along with whatever he can find that will subdue the pain until the pills kick in.

• Expect to be pampered. He'll treat you like a princess. Especially if you're in pain, you won't have to lift a finger if you start to feel any bit of pain.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Grayson

• Such a sweetheart 💕. She's taking time off work to help you. She'll prepare anything you may need. She's the type of person to be over prepared rather than under prepared.

• She'll have you sit or lay in the best positions so you won't feel the pain as bad. She knows you can't completely take away the pain, so she'll be doing everything in her power to get rid of as much as she can.

• And, don't worry about doing anything, just relax. She's there to take care of you, and she will make sure to do an amazing job at it.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Mel

• Probably the best person to help you with your pain. She's got everything you may need, and she can get it with a snap of her fingers.

• She'll have the best options for you, and you can choose what you want or don't want. She has tea remedies that can help with your pain, so you bet that you'll be drinking a lot of tea while you're on your period.

• She won't let you add more to your worries, so don't even start to think about work. She already got you the week off, and who's going to question the richest woman in Piltover?

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

[sevikasupremacy]

Hi everyone! This masterlist consists of all the request I’ve done during the Arcane Season 1 era. I’ll be making a separate masterlist when we get into the Season 2 era. You can check them out 🫶

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Sevika Letting You Win

▸ Sevika as Your Close Friend

▸ Sevika with a Tall Blind S/O

▸ You Wearing a Bunny Outfit | NSFW

▸ Worshipping Sevika with Nipple Piercings | NSFW

▸ Sexual Aftercare | NSFW

▸ Jealous Sevika | NSFW

▸ Sevika x SexuallyFrustrated!Reader | NSFW

▸ SecretFan!Sevika x Rockstar!Reader

One Shots:

▸ Make You Mine | Sevika x Reader

▸ Pretty Face | Sevika x MartialArtist!Reader

▸ Can Only Dream | Modern AU

▸ Always Waiting For You | Sevika x Fem!Reader

▸ Rivalry to Romance | Sevika x Fem!Reader

𝐕𝐈 ⁠♡

One Shots:

▸ First Appointment | Vi x Sensitive!Reader

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Grayson x Short!reader Who Has a Size Kink | NSFW

▸ Jealous Grayson | NSFW

▸ Keeping the Mask On During Sex | NSFW

▸ Grayson x SexuallyFrustrated!Reader | NSFW

One Shots:

▸ All For You | Grayson x Reader | Angst

▸ More | Grayson x Reader | NSFW

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Ambessa Deflowering You | NSFW

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Date with Renata

▸ Renata as a Soft Dom | NSFW

▸ Spanking their S/O | Grayson & Sevika | NSFW

▸ Taking Care of You When You’re Sick | Sevika & Grayson

▸ Cuddling With You | Sevika & Grayson

▸ Reacting To Your Maid Dress | Grayson & Sevika | NSFW

▸ Comforting Them When They Cry | Arcane Women

▸ Having a Plus Sized S/O | Arcane Women | NSFW

And of course, requests are still open!

[igotanidea]

Shower: J.T x fem!reader

Request: from the prompt list: "for sparring to turn into sex "+ "I told you to be quiet" + "they're gonna catch us" with Jason.

@parkjammys I'm sorry in advance, I know this is probably not what you had in mind, but I just couldn;t fight the urge to play and twist those prompts a bit.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI!

A/N: It's written in the Ego!verse and can be read as a next part to Growing up

***

„You got rusty” Jason smirked, while looking at Y/N’s workout simulation 

„Well, I’ve been in a cast for almost two months thanks to your older brother.” She scoffed brushing hair off her forehead. As if she didn’t know it took a heavy toll on her physique. She was panting after a beginner level program and absolutely hated it. It was like a cheek.

“It was NOT my fault!” Dick objected overhearing the conversation

“That’s just some poor explanation, Y/N” Todd mocked, making her clench her fists. “And you are not going to get back to shape and get cleared for the field if you keep it so easy.”

“Why don’t you cut your girl some slack, Todd? Even if she’s not capable of kicking your ass she can always go full meta on you.“ Tim muttered from the corner, too busy to look their direction while punching a dummy, but still not dropping the opportunity to torment his older brother.

“Oh, I am fully capable of kicking his ass.” Y/N panted “Right here, right now.”

“Is that a dare?” Jason lifted the corner of his mouth, his eyes glistening predator-like, eyeing her like a prey.

“Are you chickening out?” she pouted and tilted her head “scared of a girl, Red Hood?”

“Aren’t you scared of getting humiliated in front of the whole family?” he retorted taking a step forward her

“Do you want me to go full Ego on you?” he mimicked his movement and at the moment they were just standing in front of each other, inches away, their bodies almost touching while the other members of the family stopped their own workouts and focused on watching.

“Wouldn’t you like that, princess.” He whispered leaning over her, his hot breath on her face “I got some many thoughts in my head….”

“Do you two need a room?” Dick’s voice chimed in and brought them both back to reality. It’s been a moment since they were intimate (once again, the stupid cast!) and all they needed was a spark to forget all the surroundings and get lost in each other. But the audience was definitely not needed and upon Grayson’s words they practically recoiled from each other.

“Yeah.” Jason scratched his neck awkwardly “give me a room to pin her down.”

“Wouldn’t you like that” she laughed and it made him blush a bit. Shit. He would like that, but not with his sibling around.

“If you’re so smart and bold why don’t you go at me without using your little mind games?” he hissed clenching his fist. Fuck, he wanted her and if he didn’t start blowing the steam off that very second it would start to show.

“Promise not to go easy on me, Todd?” she spun around taking a stance on the fighting mat, facing him with that arcane look. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Then it’s a deal.”

“Wait!” Stephanie yelled “I’m opening the bets! 10 bucks on Y/N!”

“10 bucks?!” Y/N scoffed “so little faith in me, Steph! That’s pretty offending!”

“That’s all I have, y/n/n/, don’t let me down.” The blonde blew a kiss her friends direction and grinned.

“Ready you two?” Grayson rubbed his hand acting like a judge on the ring “set. Go!”

Neither Jason nor Y/N moved in the slightest. They knew each other too well to take  any sudden action, instead focusing on eyeing each other, calculating every gesture. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she took tiniest step forward and the real fight burst out.  

Y/N took a slide and before Jason with his tank build realized what was happening she was behind him, punching his shoulder blades and making him fall forward a bit, but still not enough to cause him to fully loose the balance.

“Backstabbing, princess?” he smirked turning to face her and throwing a punch which she blocked easily, grabbing his arm and twisting it, causing him to groan.

“Go Y/N!” Steph yelled happily and that sudden exclaim distracted her giving Jason opportunity to put his other arm around her waist and lift her in the air.

“Let go off me!” she yelled, kicking her feet desperately, hoping to reach his knee or calf, which she knew were more sensitive and prone to injury than any other part of his body, but failed at that, instead ending up being held like a unruly kid, arms pinned to her sides. “Damn it!”

“Giving up already?”

“You wish!” Y/N was quick to come up with contingencies and not only because Steph was now literally biting her nails watching the scene unravelling in front of her eyes. Since it was impossible to use her hands, Y/N swung her legs in the way Dick taught her and not without effort wrapped them around Jason’s neck ending up on his shoulders, strangling him, cutting the air supply, waiting for the familiar patting on her thigh – sign of surrender. 

“Aren’t you a bit too cocky, Ego?” he hissed, trying to throw her from his back, squeezing the ankle of her freshly healed leg making her yelp in pain and loosen the grip.

A mistake which made her end up on the floor, almost losing the battle.

“That hurt you bastard!” she cried out, real tears showing in her eyes.

“I’m not falling for that love” he went forth and in a blink of an eye pressed her to the wall. Their chest touching, moving up and down frantically due to the heavy breath. Was it just because of the fighting?”

“Jason….” she whined, trying to push him away.

“Don’t play dirty.” He whispered into her ear

“ME?” she faked innocence “you are clearly the one happy to have me so close, don’t you, baby?” AUCH!” the girl screamed when he pushed her even more into the wall, his eyes absolutely dark “your family is watching….”

Fuck.

He let go for just a second and it was enough for her to use that against him. In the end he was the one who ended up on the mattress, on his back with Y/N straddling his hips and hands on his chest pinning him down and …. Well…. Feeling something there.

“You think you won?”

“I…” she didn’t get to finish the sentence when he flipped her over, hovering over, his  bodyweight not letting her to get up. “Fuck….” She muttered

“You?” Jason muttered, pressing his body closer to her, whispering in her ear, making her hot and needy and all red. “I can do that….”

“Could you please stop?” Damian muttered, rolling his eyes “why is it so hard to stay professional? It’s just freaking disgusting.”

“So, seems like I won.” Todd grinned, getting up, too proud of himself about making Y/N a flustered mess on the floor.

“I hate you, Todd.” She brushed off his hand which he offered to help her up. “You almost broke my leg again!”

“You know I would never do that. Not to you, Y/N. But Riddler’s goons wouldn’t have any seconds thoughts. You need to be ready for that. “ she turned away from him, angry “Hey.” He put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around “don’t be mad at me, baby….. You know I can’t handle that.”

“Y/N!” Cass called from behind. She was the one who was watching the scene most carefully from all the siblings. Therefore she noticed the slight limp and bruising on Y/N’s ankle and had to make sure her friend was good to go “Leg?”

“I’m fine, Cass.” She sighed deeply “Sorry for making you lose the bet, Steph. Great job, Jason, congratulations, I guess.” She raised on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek briefly.

Probably last thing he needed, since instead of making him calm down the fight with her, feeling her body underneath him while pinning her down did exactly the opposite. And the feeling of her soft lips on his face only fueled him more. He needed her. He wanted her. It’s been too long since he had her.

“You did well, Y/N” Dick patted her shoulder as he walked past him “I think we all had enough for today.  Let’s just hit the showers.”

“Sure….”

Y/N moved towards the bathroom, adjacent to the training room. She knew Jason never meant to hurt her, but once he got into his Red Hood mode, he was oblivious to his own strength. And while fighting she was his opponent, not his girlfriend. And she wanted him to not go easy on her.

But still, it was painful and single unwanted tear flew down her cheek.

She wiped it off, angrily and slowly started taking off her sweaty workout clothes. But before any of them could actually hit the floor,  she felt hands wrapping around her from behind and let out a gasp struggling against the grip.

“Sh!” one palm covered her mouth silencing her in an instance “it’s me, baby. It’s just me.”

“Jace!” she whispered-yelled turning around to face him “what the hell are you…..?” she cut off, her eyes widening and wandering all over him. He was naked. Absolutely naked. And absolutely horny. Ready for action and the sight of him being so hard for her made her let out a moan.

“see anything you like?” he smirked so full of himself.

“Jace….” She whined, wrapping arms around his neck immediately pulling him to a kiss, pressing herself close to him.

Of course, she wanted and needed him too. Maybe even more than he needed her.

“Fuck, I missed you.” he gasped, hands wondering all over her curves, not able to satiate of the feeling of her so close, being so vulnerable in his embrace, so submissive to his every action and movement "I missed you so bad, baby.” Those calloused palms dived under the hem of her sport bra, painfully slowly lifting it up, forcing her to put her arms up and let go of him for a moment. Too long moment for her liking as the second that piece of material was gone she clung to him like a magnet.

“Mmmm.” She whined, feeling his lips on her neck, nibbling softly on the sensitive skin and massaging her breasts, pinching slightly on the pebbled nipples.

“You gotta keep quiet baby.” He smirked, now playing with the hem of her panties, caressing so close to where she needed him “Thin walls. Do you want everyone to hear you?”

“Hmmm.” She muttered mockingly taking a step back entering into the shower cabin, getting rid of her panties herself, completely exposed and motioning for him to follow “Hear us, baby. You’re not exactly the quiet type either. Come get me….” The girl whispered turning the water on, the broad stream dampening her whole body and hair.

She was never hotter.

Those lust-blown eyes, slightly reddened cheeks, plump and kiss-swollen lips …. Her body was practically screaming to him, so ready for more. She was looking at him with that sexy, lustful, seductive expression. All for his taking. With one stride he was next to her, pressing her whole body to his. Closer, closer, closer. And yet still not close enough. Her soft and silky skin, her every curve, all for him and he was not going to oppose to that gift in front of him. Passion and love consumed them both, hot water and the fogged bathroom  creating the steamy atmosphere only added to those feelings an fueled them.  

 “Baby…. Don’t stop, please, fuck, don’t stop” her hands found a way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands and pulling gently, pressing his head and mouth to her skin. “I want more.”

“Did I hurt you?” he suddenly pulled back looking into her eyes “is your leg all right?”

“It hurts….” She whined, pouting and reciprocating his gaze with the saddest, softest expression almost begging him to take care of her. In a very specific way.

“How can I make it better?” he whispered, heavily, resuming nibbling on her neck, causing another whine to slip past her lips.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing…. be … be soft with me today.” She begged “be gentle, baby…. It’s been so long, I forgot how you feel.”

“I’ll remind you. “

“How will you remind me?” she gasped when he bit on her collarbone, hickey already forming, her core throbbing and feeling so neglected, aching.

“I’ll kiss every part  of your perfect body. I’ll make you feel so good baby. I’ll get you high. Let me.”

“Take me, Jace” she moaned clawing on his broad back, his muscles tensing and flexing due to her ministration “now. Please, baby, please, I need you. I need you so bad.” she almost cried, all the sensations overwhelming her.

“Are you sure? Like you said, it’s been a while. Can you really take it?”

“Yes, yes please…. please Jason, please, please.” Tears started falling down her cheeks, masked by the streams of water on her face and he was quick to kiss all that pain away, lips brushing over her jaw and neck, nose rubbing nose before he captured her lips again. She wanted him to be gentle and he was going to comply. Just showing her all the love he had, without words, purely by action.

 “I missed this.” he whispered tracing a pattern up her inner thigh, causing her to spread her legs slightly “I missed being with you like this. Away from everyone, just us.”

“Mhmmm.” She shuddered when his fingers found their destination “Just us, baby. You and me. I’m all yours.”

“And I’m yours. Tell me how to please you princess. Tell me what you need. Tell me how you need. I want to know all your little fantasies.”

“No fantasies. Not today.” She shook her head “Not here. I want it simple. Just lift me and don’t let me slip.”

“I won’t” he promised quickly catching up what, how and where she needed, grabbing backs of her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing her into the wall for support, one hand on her back, the other in her hair, massaging gently, tilting her head to get access to more of her skin.

“IT’S COLD!”she let out an involuntary scream taking them both by surprise.

“SH!!” he silenced her again “I told you to be quiet! They are gonna catch us!”

“Do you really think they haven’t realized you sneaked in here the second the training session was over? Please….” She rolled eyes “besides, do you really care? Come on, you have me in the palm of your hand, baby.” She wrapped her arms tighter around him, moving slightly up and down to create any friction and make him take some action. Much to her delight it got her a groan from the back of his throat and she shuddered at that sound “I’m quite the catch, don’t you think? And you can do what you wish with that” her seductive whisper In his ear seemed to finally spur him on.

“The best.” He responded pushing  in. Fighting the urge to just go all in with one thrust, but remembering what she asked him for. And instantly getting the reminder when she writhed with some discomfort, nails digging into his back. He loved that sweet pain, but was still mindful that it indicated that she was pushing past her limits.

“I won’t hurt you.” He whispered, rubbing her back reassuringly, trying to help her relax.

“I know…” she hissed feeling him push another couple inches in “I told you, it’s been….. a moment since we …..  and …. Mmmm.” The slightest frown appeared on her face and her mouth hung open for a while whilst her body started getting a memo of how good it was to have Jason inside her. How perfectly aligned they were. “Jace…..” she gasped out, already wanting and needing more.

“I can stop if you want.”

“Don’t lie to me, Jason. We both know you can’t stop at this point. And I can take it. I promise, I can take it. I want you whole. In me. Now.” she arched her back, trying to take in more of his shaft .

“You have me. I….” he hesitated. Words were still hard, but he felt the urge to say them. To assure her, that what he felt was true and that he cared for her.  “I love you baby. So fucking much.” His lips found hers once more and he bottomed out with one more push swallowing her scream as her pussy fluttered around his digits so deliciously. She was right, he didn’t really care about his family overhearing them going at it, damn, he was fucking proud and bragging about being the one to make her feel good enough to scream (suck that, Grayson). But that little sucker knew that forcing her to keep her mouth shut would result in her clawing on his back again. And he wanted that. She was all his. Her body, her mind, her soul, her screams and moans, her actions.

Everything.

Jason Todd was one selfish and possessive bastard.

But still caring.

“Jace…” she panted when he finally let her lips go, allowing her to take a breath. Not that she was capable of breathing while having him like this.

“You’re good? Can I…..?”

“Just…. Just a second….” She wriggled her hips, adjusting to the stretch, causing him to groan.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to lose it.” He warned, squeezing her butt cheek.

“Oh, I am being tormented here. Forced, used, attacked from behind, abused.” She mocked tearily “poor little me.”

“Forced, baby? Abused? I can’t really see you opposing very actively.”

“Just move you little shit.” She laughed lightly, patting on his shoulder, urging him to start thrusting. And he did. Slowly, carefully. It was easy to get lost in her, but this time he was not going to rush that intimacy. They had all the time in the world. Eternity to worship each other. The external world might as well stop existing and explode and they would be perfectly happy just moving in that sensual, intimate pace, holding onto each other. Living in the bubble they created from their passion and love.

“I….” she whined, throwing her head back, resting it on the tiles and feeling the fire forming in her belly. At this point, her body was on fire and she didn’t care whether the wall was cold or not “I missed this too, Jason. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know….” he mumbled using the opportunity to kiss the exposed column of her throat moving towards her nipples, swirling his tongue around them, licking all the water droplets gathered there making her moan loudly “I’m fucking perfect for you.”

“Jace…..” she started moving against him, chasing her own high. She never knew that slow, soft loving could be so much better and more fulfilling than the rough, fast pace he usually set

“Hm?”

“Please…..”

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop loving me…. Just…. don’t …. ” shit, she was so close.

“I could never, baby. Just want to make you feel good.” He took a step forward, pressing her further into the wall and adjusting the grip on her back, making sure she would not slip.

“You are, but …. More. Please. Please, baby, please, oh, god” he didn’t pick up the pace but started moving harder on her almost making her snap “yes…yes, Jace, yes, baby.” She was no so loud there was not a chance those sounds didn’t echo through the whole manor. Most probably reaching not only the youngest but Alfred and Bruce as well.

Oh, well, that’s really (not) a shame.

“I thought I told you to be quiet, princess?”

“Fuck! Fuck! I don’t care! AH! Jason! Jace, baby, yes! Yes! Fuck! Please! God, baby, don’t …. So close…. Mmmm…”  

“You’re gonna come for me, baby? Right now? Can you be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

“JA…..” he didn’t give her even the slightest chance to scream his whole name, pressing his mouth on her swallowing the other part of it, feeling her body shudder and shake in his arms.

She was so fragile, so vulnerable, so sensitive and so overstimulated that even when he himself came, she was still clinging onto him. Not wanting to let go. Wanting him to stay, to hold her like that, to shower (pun intended) her with aftercare, attention, affection. She just needed him close. Not in a physical way, but emotional. And if he were to pull out and get out of this freaking bathroom, out in the world, forced to face it, she would lose that part of him. She wasn’t ready to let go of her emotional Jason. Not yet.

“Stay.” She begged looking straight into his eyes. “Please, stay.”

“Baby….” He kissed her forehead, slowly dropping her to her feet, hands secured on her waist, making sure her shaky legs wouldn’t give up on her,  holding her close.

“I don’t want to go there….”

“Now you scared they heard?”

“It’s not that… I…. I need you.Not the one you are with your siblings. The you¸ you are only for me” she brushed her lips over his slowly, gently “please…”

“I know. And I’m not leaving you. How could I?” he pecked her lips “but we can’t stay here forever.”

“Why?” she whined, hiding face in his chest and massaging his back “It’s nice and warm and spacious….”

“Don’t you think someone will take interest in why the water in this particular shower keeps running for hours non-stop?”

“hours, huh?” she smirked, licking her lips. She was so damn ready for round two.

“I bet it would be Alfred. Do you really want that?”

“No.” she looked down, suddenly ashamed by the thought of the family butler being a witness to their workout and forcing them out alongside with making them clean the bathroom of everything they may leave behind.

Jason kissed her temple briefly and reached behind him to grab a towel and wrap her in it, slowly helping her dry herself, smile never leaving his lips. She was looking so tiny and adorable like this. In her post-coital bliss. He wanted to remember that relaxed, peaceful look on her beautiful face.

Only when they both were dressed properly and somewhat presentable they dared to take a peek through the door, making sure no one was around. As fast as lighting and as quiet as the mouses they rushed to Y/N’s room, ready for cuddling and a movie marathon, but much to their surprise they had an unwanted guest waiting for them there.

‘You are both disgusting.” Damian hissed

“And you are here cause you wanted to say it to our faces?”

“Yes. Just letting you know. Oh, and… Y/N. You should know you actually made Steph win a bet.”

“What?” she asked in confusion, brows furrowing

“There was another. Between Brown and Grayson. She bet we would hear you. Grayson had more faith in your self-control. And he’s angry about losing. Good luck talking to him about it.”

“Oh, damn it….” Y/N whined, hiding face in hands, turning red.

“What was it that you said when I told you they are going to hear?” Jason tapped his chin “oh, right, I don’t care. Well, don’t you now?”

[shadybiotics]

T a r g e t p r a c t i s e

× pairing: Grayson x reader

× words: 887

× content: fem!reader, subtle student/teacher dynamic, implied age gap, suggestive, reader is pining

× summary: You are at the training range working on bettering your aim, but seeing you struggle Sheriff Grayson offers you her help.

[ A/N ] Something shorter cus i rewatched Arcane for the nth time and fell for Grayson all over again... Also i know nothing abt guns so dont expect this to be accurate or anything ok im just gay and horny for older women.

With the rifle securely in your grasp you focused in on the wooden target planks in the distance as the cold winter wind passed gently through your hair.

With one eye shut and a slight tilt of the head you took aim, and pulled the trigger.

A sharp bang echoed through the sparse woods but the bullet barely grazed the stand.

"Dammit" you cursed under your breath.

You were so shocked by your own amateurishness that you failed to register the footsteps approaching. Almost immediately you were ready to take aim once again and give it another try.

"Your stance is off" A voice stated plainly from behind you. In the same second that it almost startled you you quickly recognized the voice. Sheriff Grayson.

You didnt know she was watching the whole time.

"Im fine" You scoffed stubbornly without turning, not wanting to meet her heavy gaze. Instead you tried focusing back on the target once more. Rolling your shoulders you took a new stance until you felt a pair of hands sliver up yours that held the gun, making your breath hitch as the Sheriff took charge of the gun and you.

Grayson usually kept to herself and stayed within her own business, but with you, she always seemed so eager to help. To guide your ways. You assumed it all came down to you being not as experienced as the other enforcers, thats what you always told yourself.

She almost chuckled. "Oh is that so" Her raspy voice with a tinge of humour was right in your ear as she leaned closer to you.

But her touch only made you falter more. Her gloved hands made yours almost jitter out of nervousness. The woman was much older than you, and much more experienced. Definitely more experienced with a gun, amongst other things.

You have always looked up to her as the Sheriff of Piltover and head of the enforcer team, but you couldnt deny the feelings that sprouted within you quicker than you wouldve liked. Overtime, respect grew into interest, adoration into excitement.

With a firm grip on your hands Grayson guided you and thus the gun, straightening out its direction. All of the focus you cultivated quickly left the targets that sat in the far distance and instead latched onto Graysons touch on your skin. Your heart was pounding.

Her one hand kept the rifle steady while her other wrapped around your waist suddenly, making you hold your breath for a second, and pressed you assertively against her. Your eyes widened.

"Straighten yourself" she commanded.

Immediately you did as you were told.

Her tender yet demanding ordering you around, positioning you to her liking quickly took effect on you and made your core tense up with developing desire that you tried your best to ignore.

But for a moment, you wished she had grabbed you harder, dug her fingers deeper as she held you closer. Roughly pulled you to her liking. . . or gripped your neck tightly while-

With a gasp of surprise you were abruptly ripped out of your fantasies as she slid her thigh between yours, separating them and your feet. Grayson hand fixed on your hip helping you retain balance. Skin almost burning at her touch. Even in the cold winter afternoon your face began feeling incredibly hot.

"Legs apart"

God, you wished she had said that under different circumstances.

You tried your best to focus and not let your mind wander. She leaned her head closer checking the alignment of the muzzle and the target, her cheek grazing yours ever so slightly as she looked over. Her slow and controlled breaths contrasting your shallow ones.

This was insanity. She had to know what she was doing to you and you swore she would soon hear the thrilled pounding of your heart. You felt as though you might break at any moment if Grayson didnt stop.

"Take aim"

You tilted your head somewhat and intensely eyed the target, or at least tried to but your sight kept darting between it and Graysons hand, which still held yours. As you waited for her next order the older womans hand reached up without warning and gently tucked few loose strands of hair behind your ear. In that moment seconds felt like hours, the womans movements slow and deliberate. A shaky sigh escaped you.

Fuck. You shut your eyes trying to recollect yourself before your head became too fuzzy but you werent allowed no break.

"Shoot"

With your eyes still shut you instead put all your trust into her judgement and pulled the trigger without looking.

Bang

You slowly took a peak as you opened your eyes. Sight passing through the thin smoke leaving the barrel and onto the wooden target ahead now with a new cavity.

A perfect shot.

"Good job" She complimented proudly after a moment, still holding onto you for longer than necessary, before letting go. As Grayson stepped back you didnt dare to turn, scared to reveal how flustered you have become in these short but tense moments, but you trusted she would be smiling.

You dropped your shoulders, finally able to relax.

"And dress better next time, you shiver too much" She added half jokingly as you listened to her footsteps leaving your side. Leaving you hot and bothered.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Her Rock, Her Force

|| Sheriff Grayson x fem!reader

|| Warnings; nothing but reader being cold and Grayson bringing comfort, short drabble, winter fic

|| Summary; when reader gets home with Grayson, Grayson makes sure she's well looked after.

Requests closed!

Started; November 22nd

Finished; November 23rd

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The chill went straight through your body. Grayson opened the door to your home for you, giving you a soft smile as you walked past. You shivered, trying to feel the warmth of your home. Grayson closed the door behind her when she walked over to the couch. Grabbing a blanket from its surface and returning to you. You got yourself out of your winter gear, setting it aside just as Grayson placed the blanket over your shoulders. You gripped the sides and held it close. It was warm, fuzzy. Just the thing you needed.

"Thank you," you murmured to your girlfriend. She leaned down and kissed your forehead, hand resting to your cheek. You shivered at her touch and Grayson pulled back. Seeming to remember that her hands were cold.

"Sorry," the Sheriff gave you an awkward smile. You just shook your head and hugged her. Wrapping the both of you around the blanket. Her smile turned soft, Grayson's hand resting to your shoulder. Bringing you in closer while her other arm wrapped around your back. Holding you against her.

"S'okay..." You replied in a quiet tone. Grayson was known to be kind and considerate, but it's clear to anyone she was always more than that with you. You who was her rock, her force that kept her sane. She would do anything you asked of her. No matter the cost to herself. She thought about that as her gaze roamed your body. The way you trembled.

"Come." Grayson gently pulled you along, though she hardly had to. You followed her with ease. You often followed her everywhere. She brought you to the couches in the living room. Couches that sat around a fireplace. The Sheriff added some logs and paper before lighting the paper with a match she kept on the fireplace sill.

Then, Grayson walked to the couch. Holding a lit match that she used on the candles. The candles were placed on tables on either side of the couch, three per table. They didn't have to be lit. But Grayson thought that it added much to the atmosphere. She looked to you and placed a hand to your knee. Leaning forward to kiss your cheek. You leaned into her touch, relaxing at the feeling of her lips. She could bring you warmth on the coldest of days.

Her touch remained for a moment longer before Grayson moved herself away. Making you pout and whine a bit, reaching out to her and pulling her to the couch," Where are you going?"

"To get us a warm beverage." Grayson laughed at how clingy you were, appreciating the gesture. Her hand rested to your wrist of the hand that grabbed her clothing. "Darling, I'll only be a minute. Maybe three at tops."

"Fine." You grumbled, reluctantly letting her go. Grayson headed to the kitchen. Doing as she promised, making sure to only take a few minutes. It wasn't long before she returned to you with hot chocolates, yours decorated just how you liked and her own plain. Under her arm she held a book.

Grayson sat herself beside you on the couch, handing your drink to you. A low hum of thanks left your throat and you took a drink. Being careful not to burn your mouth. Grayson snuggled herself up next to you, adjusting the blanket around you both once more. Then she opened her book and began to read. She had intended on only reading to herself, but you rested your head to her shoulder. Silently reading along with her. Sitting in the comfortable silence. The only sound being that of the fireplace and the occasional turning of pages; sometimes the wind of the snow fall outside. Grayson would check to make sure you were done the page before continuing to the next. The quiet, little moments like this... where everything stood at peace. This was what love meant to you. They were your favourite moments.

[notthesoup]

— UPCOMING

this is to help me stay organized and for you to see if i’ve accepted your request, or if you wanted a sneak peak on what i’m currently working on. please do not steal any ideas

arcane VI !

athlete!vi x fem!reader (modern au) headcanons — what she’s like when you show up to her games

arcane VANDER !

vander x fem!reader (hurt/comfort) oneshot — the reader gets in an accident and vander is taking care of you while also making sure the kids (vi, powder, mylo, claggor) aren’t too worried about

au!vander x fem!reader (fluff, angst) oneshot — reader is from the original timeline where she was in a relationship with vander years ago, and accidentally travelled to this alternate universe where he is still alive

vander x masc!reader (nsfw) oneshot — reader eases vander’s tension after a bad day at The Last Drop

arcane EKKO !

ekko x fem!reader (fluff) headcanons — reader is a kind rich topsider

arcane SEVIKA !

sevika x taller fem!reader headcanons

arcane JAYCE & VIKTOR !

jayce x viktor x fem!reader (poly) (hurt/comfort) oneshot — jayce and viktor are spending a lot of time together and reader starts to feel left out. She tries communicating with them but some misunderstandings occur. By the time they notice, reader is thinking of leaving. (Probably going to update in two parts; part 1 is sfw, part 2 is nsfw)

viktor x doctor fem!reader

viktor x masc!reader oneshot — someone disrespects and threatens viktor so reader punches them, probably at a gala

arcane SCAR !

scar x medic gn!reader oneshot — scar shows up to your clinic battered and bloodied, and you stitch him up. Vulnerability is hard for him but it’s either that or bleeding out

dc universe DICK GRAYSON

vampire!nightwing x wally west (angst) (nsfw) series — ongoing

the secret history HENRY WINTER !

henry winter x oc series— ongoing, writing chapter 2

[abitohoney]

Hi! A friend recommended your blog and have to say, you don’t disappoint! They were very right, your writing is great and your content as well ♡

Could I ask you for Grayson x fem!reader x Sevika? I don’t see Sevika and Grayson as friends, but I'm pretty sure if challenged (by each other or someone else) they'd be more than prepared to share a pretty woman. Maybe one of Babette's? Finding the sheriff at the brothel might interest Sevika... and tbh, who wouldn’t want to be caught between them 😏

Hi nonny!

Oh my goodness thank you and please tell your friend thank you as well! 🥰

I'm all for us getting a threesome with any of the Arcane hotties, and the Sevika/reader/Grayson is definitely near the top for me! (I have a Sevika/reader/Ran planned too 😘) I'll toss this on my list, but I should warn you; my list is huge and I'm slow at getting anything out (one post a week usually).

I'm curious though...

Also, if you want to see what oneshots have been requested so far, or see what I've already completed, please check out my pinned post. <3

[femme-fix]

requests - nsfw, mdni, strictly wlw, intro, mlist

requests are open

characters! — resident evil (mother miranda, donna beneviento, bela, cassandra, daniela), dead by daylight (huntress), arcane (ambessa, sevika, grayson), the last of us (abby anderson), overwatch (junker queen, zarya), misc (fem!miguel o’hara, sadie adler)

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yes! — wlw x reader, afab!reader, fics, headcanons, prompts, drabbles, angst, fluff, smut, dark themes (stalking, manipulation, possessiveness, violence, injury, toxicity), most tame kinks, praise, degradation, breeding, etc, gp!characters

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no! — extreme kinks, scat, watersports, mdlg, age play, extreme bdsm, agre regression, subspace, male/amab reader, beast, dv, sexual assault, p*dophilia, inc*st, children/pregnancy, resident lover au

[liradee]

Need to practice drawing Grayson, it's been a while since i drew ANYTHING

Also have an image of my arcane OC in a bunny suit. Grayson probably hired her to find information and she decided to go all in (in reality i just drew that as a way to cope with s2 arcane act 2, the emotional damage-)

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The Upper Lanes (Shattering the Time, Part 1.)

Description: A long time ago, a peaceful state ruled over the Lanes of Zaun. Yet one day, the protector was murdered by his rival and Lanes had gone to shit ever since, leading to the establishment of an independent Firelight base just out of Zaun. But this peace was to come to an end soon with old friends coming back, rising from the dead, and getting killed.

Part Summary: Vander was murdered fifteen years ago, but his ghost was still everywhere you went; as if he was looking over your shoulder, snickering at what you've been doing and guiding you. Especially now that you've taken over his position of being a mentor to Zaun's youngest. The cycle was starting anew - stupid kids, petty crimes, and enraged mentors. Soon enough, however, everything was about to change.

A/N: I need to confess that I simply love Ekko’s character in Arcane and I can’t wait to see his further development! Also, I changed the timeline a bit - instead of ten years after the night SIlco attacked, the story is taking place 15 years after the event of Arc 1.  It goes without saying that Vander and his dynamic with the kids is the flagship in this part - a few parts will actually be concentrated on the past and how things should've and could've been. I like this idea that while Firelights are all about living in the present, the reader is actually one who struggles a lot with it at times. Also, Butcher is basically Tahm Kench. I don't know if he'd ever make it to Arcane, but I love my toad sea demon and wanted him to be around.

Word count: 7.5K

Masterlist: H E R E | Ekko's playlist: the boy who shattered time

Each time you ventured into the streets of Zaun, they somehow looked messier than the last time you'd stuck your nose outside the colony. Each time, Lanes felt like a brand new, strange place you've never visited before. The Lanes were an ever-evolving, ever-changing organism that never stayed the same for too long. Nowadays, things are worse than ever; ever since Silco's takeover of the local politics, things have been deteriorating quicker than before.

The longer Silco usurped the throne, the deeper the Lanes drowned in his sea of bullshit, corruption, and extremely shady business. Everyone knew about it... But people rarely acted against it. Those who dared to riot were silenced accordingly, never to be seen again. These streets, whatever they were now, weren't the Lanes you grew up in. These weren't the streets you accepted as your home, those which you loved with your entire heart. Now, they smelled of feces and chemicals, just like the people walking the promenades. These fuckers were full of it. God, you hated everything that happened in the last fifteen years.

Whenever shit got too hard, you've found yourself here - standing at the same corner of the same street, with your hands in your pockets, trying not to cry as you watched the infamous pub. This was your fucking home; this building used to be your entire universe. For whatever it was worth, you and your friends grew up here - so many memories, some of which were bad and some of which were... Beautiful. As you scratched your nose and fought the urge to cry, you checked if the hood of your sweatshirt covered your face - you've been paranoid about people recognizing you. Sure, you weren't a little kid anymore (very few people would recognize you based on your appearance), but rumors and urban legends were still going strong. If you'd get into a physical fight, you wouldn't be able to just... Hold it in, as Vander instructed you to. Your secret would fly outta the window right then and there.

Embracing for what you were about to face, you turned your head back to the pub, specifically its door. You were personally acquainted with everyone who walked in and out. Each of the people you've known either by their name or by face... And just as you expected, none of them was sober. Everyone was under the influence of Shimmer, which was one of the many 'super cool and great' things Silco had introduced to the population. Identification marks were simple enough to detect - their pupils were unnaturally widened, their irises wildly violet, their veins black under their skin... Alongside, there was also muscle and weight loss, and incredible sleep deprivation. The people looked like former shells of themselves. A very poor imitation of an actual human being.

The drug appeared out of nowhere - one day, Vander was alive and the other, he was nowhere to be found, and Shimmer got distributed everywhere. From Upper Lanes to the depths of the Sump, everyone was encouraged to try it out. Back then, you had no clue about what was happening. You were just children when you watched Grayson and Benzo getting murdered. Nothing in your life made sense ever since.

Living in lanes was always hard. Back then, each day could be a struggle, mainly when things got messy with Pilties. On some days, you couldn't be sure if you'd live to see another dawn. But... You could be sure, no matter what, that there would always be a place where someone would help you. The community might've been poor, but it was self-sufficient, and the relationships were tight. A saying was going around in Zaun - once a family, forever a family. Once a traitor... Forever a traitor. It was eerily fitting. Zaun, ever since its inception, got caught in a never-ending cycle of poverty and danger. Well, that was what Pilties said about you and your people at least. In their eyes, you were all uneducated, unhygienic, non-working pieces of shit who were leeching off the great city of Piltover. In reality, even though it could be a struggle, Lanes weren't that bad. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't that horrible.

Piltoverians were the source of all the fucking problems, in anything - specifically the Enforcers. These scums of the Runeterra made it their priority to let you know how they felt about your community. They straightaway told you don't belong and that in their eyes, you were just piles of fucking trash. When you were a kid, the older kids and Laners ensured they paid the Pilties' hospitality back with the same passion. They went out of their way just to ruffle the Enforcers' feathers, to ruin their sunny fucking days. Sometimes, the Laners rioting got punished - depending on how fast they could run. Those who didn't have this courage tried to live by the book so they wouldn't get themselves and their loved ones into trouble. And those who were smart, well... They were smart enough to trade with the Pilties and get some bonuses for their 'respectful and exemplary' behavior (meaning 'eating Enforcers' fucking asses').

Pilties accepted anything the Laners offered - without the help of the locals, Enforcers wouldn't solve fucking shit, they'd be laughed at. If there was a punishment good enough for someone's offense, it wasn't even anything Pilties could do - the worst punishment was getting shunned by your community. Coming back from such a sentence was impossible in the Lanes. Laners offered many things to the Pilties, such as information, tips, free goods, or, let's say, offering the finest girls from their establishment for a considerable amount. The goods weren't treated for free, of course. In exchange, the Laners could expect to get small to full protection from the justice system. If they'd slip up, their crimes had a short statute of limitation, and if they were even punished... The punishments were fucking laughable.

As you winked, you lost your train of thought. Your eyes darted to the neon lights above the pub's entrance - the three familiar words sank into your heart, growing heavy in your chest. The Last Drop. Each time you've found yourself restless and uneasy, you'd come to commiserate to this place. As if he could come out of the door and comfort you. As if you could tell him all your trouble, hoping he'd know what to do. As if he could hug you one last time and tell you how much he loves you and how all you little nuisances make him proud.

Even though you spent your childhood there (a great portion of it anyway), you didn't remember a lot of things. You were happy kids, Vander made it his priority, so the feelings connected to your childhood were mostly positive. Nice, making you all warm and fuzzy inside. But there were a few of those that were vivid and riddled with clarity. When you felt the anxiety and rage eating you alive, this memory was always sure to bring you to your fucking knees. On that night, the holy trinity you dubbed them (consisting of Vander, Grayson, and Benzo) drank their asses off. Long after closing hours, the adults still sat at the small table in the corner, talking about everything and nothing. You and Powder were trying to sneak out; you and Little Man were meeting at the junkyard to search for ~cool stuff~. Back then, you didn't care about their drunken rambling; but now, as an adult, these words were keeping you afloat and haunting you at the same fucking time. Vander was staring into his pint, his eyes foggy with tears as he said this: - "Don't know how 'bout the two of you, but I know we don't have to be worried about Lanes when I die..." - The man sighed, having both Grayson and Benzo staring at him. - "We raised them well... Each of 'em. They'll look after our people long after we won't be here. And I'm sure they'll be able to change everything."

You strived to be the person Vander envisioned you to be - you were one of the few kids he raised who was somehow remaining alive. Vi? Dead. Powder? Long gone. Claggor? Dead. Mylo? Dead. Bee and Maya? Dead. Ekko? Tried living for the present, not dwelling in the past. Ekko and you talked about Vander from time to time, but it was clear Ekko made peace with the past. He accepted it and let it mold him, creating a better man. You? You tried following what Ekko was doing - but each time, the past found its way back to you. The one Firelight who got caught in the past, that's who you were. You wished you could adhere to Vander's wish. You wished you didn't fail Vander this bad. You wished...

This wasn't a place you could cry at. Too dangerous. Shaking your head, you looked around the place - everything looked the same. All the houses, food stalls, other pubs, questionable restaurants, and brothels... But everything had changed. The people, their manners, the atmosphere. Everything Vander worked so hard for, your culture, the community, and sense of home and belonging... That was erased over one night. After the Revolution that formed Lanes into the future nation of Zaun, Vander put his old boxing gloves down, left his old criminal career behind, and spent years creating a self-sufficient closed community - people took time to trust and return his favors, and the sense of home couldn't appear out of nowhere either. It needed to form, arise, and evolve over time. It took him almost five years. Now? Everything was fucked. In shambles. If he or Benzo could take one more look at the place, they wouldn't even recognize it, that was for sure. People came and went, their mentality switched, the self-sufficiency was exchanged for dependence on Piltover and Silco, and the tight bonds? Long gone and forgotten.

Who would you be if you stayed here? What would happen if you didn't take Little Man's hand and ran away? Would Silco let you live? Well, you were... Just a bunch of fucking kids, so no matter how evil Silco appeared, you didn't think he'd just murder you. On the other hand, you were Vander's kids - that would surely be a pain in Silco's ass. For this reason alone, on the day of Silco's takeover, you and Ekko ran the fastest you could in search of anything; that day, you left your old lives and selves behind, hoping you'd at least survive the takeover.

Now, fifteen years since everything went down, you were happy you ran away that morning. If you weren't two little children scared to death, therefore being able to squeeze into cracks and nooks others couldn't, you wouldn't see the following morning. And you wouldn't ever find... That place. Your new home. The place of which would the holy trinity be endlessly proud. It wasn't making you feel good to look at the Last Drop when it was in this state, but you needed a piece of the humble pie and getting a reality check every now and then. On days like these, you had fucking enough. Sometimes, all you and Ekko did was yell at each other, your discomposition getting the best of you. After everything was said and done, your head ached, each word he spat in your face was stuck inside your head. All the misunderstanding, confusion, and anger that might've come from all the right places made you temporary enemies. On days like those, you struggled to see each other eye-to-eye even though you both meant well. On those days, you wished to have a drink with the holy trinity so you could whine about how it's so fucking exhausting.

Kids could be fucking stupid at times, that was the exhausting and infuriating part. Thinking about it, you and Ekko were at it only thanks to the kids these days. Specifically, because they were being morons. The two of you argued about other things rarely nowadays. It was as if your hard work didn't mean fucking anything to them. As if they didn't care that if they said one wrong word in front of the wrong person, they'd endanger everyone. The elders, the adults, and even the newborns of the colony, the technological advancement, your homes, all your belongings... Everything you worked for in the last fifteen years would come in vain. Burned to the ground. Everyone would end with their throats slit. And yet, no matter how many times you explained it to the kids, no matter how much you yelled, how many very unpleasant punishments you came up with... They did it again... And again. As if they thought you're stupid, that your concern and fear meant nothing - that it's unjustified. It hurt. Being ignored was fucking painful.

Shaking your head again, this time letting out a long hum, you pushed your palms deeper into your pockets as you lowered your head for a moment. Saying goodbye to Vander, you turned on your heels and walked down the Promenade. As you stared at the tips of your boots splashing in mud and puddles, you thought about what you'd do once you found the two troublemakers. The question wasn't 'if you find them' but 'when you find them'. You were to absolutely lose your shit this time, weren't you? Each time you had to drag them back home, you waited with the yelling until you crossed the safe zone. This time, you highly doubted you'd have this much self-control; trouble was brewing in the Lanes, Enforcers were getting increasingly aggressive, and people were acting... Strange. Ignoring all the red flags, the two fucking idiots sneaked out to do what, anyway? Help with smuggling stolen fucking goods for a bit of coin. If the Enforcers caught a whiff of the duo... Jesus.

Why did the two always choose your patrols anyway? Why was it always you who found out that Almoner and Lorette snuck out in the night? You knew the answer, funnily enough. You weren't the one for punishing, Ekko took this position most of the time - no matter how upset you first got, you came down to your senses soon. You realized these two were just kids and didn't know better. If you even got to the actual 'punishment' part, it usually wouldn't last very long; you'd make them fill their duty a few times before dismissing them, hoping the kids learned their lesson (... they never fucking did, and neither did you, apparently). You wished you'd have Vander's balls of steel and patience, that you'd be able to watch the kids wash the toilets for a month without flinching; not even talking to them until they genuinely apologized. Yes, Vander's punishments could often come across as very cruel, but you certainly learned how to stay in lane and mind your own fucking business... And learned how to be smarter about doing everything Vander forbade you from doing (the old man certainly knew you were getting yourself into all kinds of trouble, but taught you to be careful the hard way). On top of it... Damn, you didn't have the balls to think about something that fucking cruel of punishment, let alone follow through with it.

Therefore this time, you wouldn't be taking care of it. You'd give them your usual speech about being reckless and stupid, but you'd leave coming up with the punishment to him. Ekko will come up with it and make sure they'll follow through. No 'we'll talk in the morning' this time, you'll simply drag the kids to him as soon as you get home. You covered their stupid fucking asses for long enough. You were done. You dragged them home long after sunset enough times to just stick your neck on the line as you usually did. As you said, you understood why they did it, but you couldn't just agree with it.

Honestly? At their age, you were exactly the same. There were more of you - nine, to be precise. Nine Zaunite kids who were always up to mischief, undermining the Piltoverian authority just to riot against the system. Sure, you, her, Ekko, Maya, and Bee were too little to truly understand what you've been doing, and you also were a bit clumsy with it, but you stuck with the older kids nonetheless. They were so great in your eyes, so cool that you had to follow their lead. They were your idols. Whenever asked who you wanted to be when grown up, 'Vi' was your first answer. Sometimes, the older kids took you out on their little secret sneak-ins into Piltover, trying to sell stuff you found lying around - or goods stolen from other Pilties. If the goods were good enough, you'd attempt to sell them to Benzo's; the moment you did, however, you could be sure Vander would go after your ass. Sometimes, you'd do a bit of cheap labor force for the Pilties for some luxurious food and a bit of coin. You'd be flipping the Enforcers off, stealing their gear, and damaging their vehicles just for fun. Until that day, you could recall disarming the ignition - Ekko showed you step by step. In reality, you were doing far worst shit than your kids ever do. All of you were supposed to be locked up at least a million times... Yet, there you were. The catch? Back then, as you also said, the Lanes were different.

Sheriff Grayson, the head of Piltoverian Enforcers back then, didn't want to have any of Zaun's starving, underfed children trying to get by in Stillwater prison. The prison had enough inmates as it was - no need to punish laughable, puny offenses. Vander and Benzo belonged to the group of the smart Zaunites. They knew how to make a deal with Grayson (who was narrowing her eyes a lot as it was even without the haggling) and a few months after she caught Mylo and Vi sneaking out for the first time, the three adults became friends... At least sort of. Vander and Benzo's authority also helped a lot with connecting with Grayson - Vander had created a name for himself in the Undercity, so he had to go by example and set good relationships with her.

Rest assured, even though you didn't ever get your prison sentencing (you stole a few precious pieces) or any public penalty carried out by the Enforcers, Vander's punishments and fury were plenty enough. Cleaning toilettes at the Last Drop for a month straight, helping the local butcher, or carrying crates for Benzo were just examples of the mild punishments you'd get for your mischief. Once, you got punished by having to serve drinks alongside Vander for two months straight - well, the punishment was indefinite until you'd approached the man with a genuine apology. The worst part about this particular punishment? Vander didn't talk to you until you got your shit together. The words he said before stopping chatting with you were: - "I'd say that if you're adult enough to be causing this much trouble out there, missy, you're also adult enough to sort it out inside your head and come apologize to me when you're ready."

That time, you really needed to be put back in your place. You deserved what you had coming, you realized that now. Back then? It felt horrible. The man still communicated within the boundaries of yes/no questions and still ensured you were okay, fed, and taken care of... But any small talk beyond that point? His famous jokes or stories? No bueno. Believe it or not, it worked. At first, you were sure Vander was just fucking with you; he'd let it go after two weeks, drop the antics and everything would be the same. Well, after the first month of the silent treatment, you started to realize how much you've actually hurt him. Vander believed you were the most responsible out of the kids and yet, May came back with her leg broken because you tried to steal a rifle off an Enfoncer. That was possibly the first day you've also seen Grayson furious. He wasn't mad at you... Vander was disappointed. It took some time to figure out how to approach the old man. Even though you imagined what you'd tell him a thousand times and wrote it on a piece of paper also, you still broke down in tears when you finally approached him with an apology. Vander listened to every word with a small smile, nodding as you went on with your thoughts and emotions. It nearly broke his heart when you asked if you could still call him dad. After you fell silent, done with the explanation, the old man hugged you, asking with pride in his voice... - "Y'all so damn stubborn, you kids. Was it so hard to figure stuff out? Come 'ere, duckling."

But... He was dead now. You couldn't ask him for advice anymore. Vander wasn't around to help out with this shit anymore, neither was Grayson. You watched her getting mauled by a Shimmer addict. The Enforcers you knew were pathetic swines. They couldn't be reasoned with, especially when you deemed yourself to be a radical rebellious society living aside from regular Zaunites. The dynamics changed over time, just as you said. If your kids would get caught, they would get their one-way ticket into Stillwater, no doubt in your mind. The ticket would be the better option, frankly - if shit would get serious, the Enforcers would surely be happy to organize a whole parade on the Promenade leading into public humiliation or... Hanging, if things would get very intense. Fuck, you huffed, Pilties pretended to be these upper-class fancy fuckers and still paraded Zaunites around as if this was old Shurima or something. Silco surely had his part in this, but Pilties were to blame one way or another.

Saying you didn't have any reputation was... Wrong. It was nothing compared to the rep Vander made for himself, but it was something. Ekko had his reputation with his mask on, you didn't need any costume to cause havoc and panic. That was the reason why you were still sneaking out for the kids - you knew you wouldn't get hurt. People changed but didn't forget or forgive and a lot of them remembered what you were capable of. The stories and rumors still circulated around, they were still being told as frightening examples to kids before they fell asleep.

You've heard it once when you ventured into the lanes. This kid was screaming and crying, tears streaming down its face. - 'If you won't be good,' - The mother said to her little kid, kneeling to them, - 'The Demon will come for you.' 'Who is that? What does it do?' - The kids whispered under their breath, their face slowly turning ashen pale. 'Burns people to ashe and shoves its palm into their chest so it can feast on their heart.' 'It's an old legend, Matilda.' - The child's father chimed in, furrowing at his partner. - 'Nobody has seen it for years. It's not even real, just a legend the Zaunites made it up to scare the regular folk... Like us.' 'Seven Enforcers found dead with holes in their chest, one burnt to ash. Still sounds like a story to you?'

So... The Demon, that's what they called you, huh? Eating people's hearts sure was a stretch, but if it worked... The problem with having this sort of reputation was your anonymity amidst it all - no one knew you were the Zaunite Demon. No one except Ekko - he was there when it happened on the day of Silco's takeover; when you killed the Enforcers just so you could escape. You didn't want to do it, but you were left with no other option. If you wouldn't let go and the Enforcers, you'd end up in the fucking orphanage or in prison. Your arcana was your last resource. To remind the people of the old stories, you had to let your arcana shine though... Which you weren't fond of. You hated being a spectacle, so you only used it in case of need. Taking a turn off the main promenade, you knew exactly where you needed to go. It wasn't more than a hunch, but since the kids were at this place both times you set out to search for them, the third time was the fucking charm. Butcher's old mansion; an old, broken down building at the scrims of Lanes. Its windows were plastered with old newspaper painted black and hammered with wooden planks. The plaster was knocked off the walls in a few places, the former glory of the manion past its prime. You've known Butcher ever since you found yourself at the Last Drop, he was one of the wallflowers that were a constant in your life. Someone who was always in the background but never stepped into the forefront. As far as you heard, he didn't establish a workshop with Silco, but he wasn't on the 'good' side either. Butcher remained morally grey, somewhere in the middle, not mingling with 'human' affairs.

This shady fucker used to do business with Vander regularly; however, when Vander figured Vi and the boys tried establishing a workshop with Butcher, he almost lost his shit. According to Vander, Butcher could be extremely dangerous when prompted to. One wrong word, one wrong deal, one unclear wish, or wrongly formed favor request, and your organs were harvested the following morning without your knowledge. To negotiate and cooperate with the Butcher, one had to be extremely intelligent, because... Butcher wasn't, in fact, human. You never learned what he was, but according to one of the books you stole, it was possible he could be a water demon. What you knew for sure, however, was the fact that Butcher was far from being humanoid. He reminded you of a mix between a catfish and a toad if anything; obese, wobbling around on two legs with a toad-like face, enormous slimy tongue, and sharp fangs showing each time he laughed. A fun fact? The Butcher always smelled like dead fucking fish.

As you stopped in the street leading to Butcher's mansion, there they fucking were - both the kids you were searching for. Just like the times before, the idiots were helping with carrying some shady iron boxes inside the mansion under the watch of Butcher's bodyguards. Lorette's blonde hair shone in the darkness of the street, making you breathe in and out a few times to calm your horses. The two fucking idiots always being at the same spot, doing the same shit for the same shady guy made your blood boil. Getting your emotions under control, ensuring the poison-green flames hadn't burnt through your sweatshirt, you finally started walking towards them. Almonder spotted you first. It felt like a deja vu of sorts - your gait was unchangeable with anyone else's thanks to the steel plates inside the tips of your boots. Your expression was identical each time, down to the twitch in your left eye and your palms were crushing, your knuckles changing color the stronger you squeezed. Almonder didn't flinch a bit this time, he simply stopped in his tracks and brought the box closer to his chest. Was he trying to set you off?

"Listen, Y/N, before you start yelling... We can explain." - The boy explained swiftly - just as he opened his mouth to continue with another sentence, you put one of your palms in the air to stop him. "Save your fucking explanation for someone interested in listening, you two. I honestly don't know if I'm more disappointed or furious." - Sighing, you made another step towards the boy, eyeing him up and down as you nodded at your inner train of thoughts. - "Didn't I make myself clear, huh? The last time, you promised this wouldn't happen again - and guess what? The funniest fucking thing happened. Mira comes running, confused and scared, telling me the two of you are gone... Again. I was just about to bring you kids some cocoa we traded for one of our hoverboards because I thought you finally understood when I told you you'll get yourselves fucking dead if you continue like this and..." - You were starting to say mumbo-jumbo at a fast pace as you did your best not to blow up, your breath shortened and you were starting to curse a lot. Lorette's eyes widened as she braced herself for the actual screaming; you were fucking horrifying when you tried to. Just as you were about to yell the first word out the mansion's old gnarly wooden door opened. The creaking freaked you out, calming you down a bit. Turning your face to the door, an enormous water demon appeared in the cranny, his golden eye eyeing you up and down.

"Ah!" - The demon exclaimed, huffing with his deep, growly voice. Everything about him gave you chills. - "It's you, Y/N! I was wondering when you're gonna show up." "... Was I that obvious?" - You asked, sighing. Butcher's presence made you take a long breath, digging your fingers into the skin on your hips just so you wouldn't lose your shit. You couldn't risk being perceived as a child - you were an adult who had people relying on them. Screaming would come off as childish and composure was important in moments like these. "Of course, you were, darling, but don't worry about it. Most mortals are. Come in, I want to have a chat with you. The two of you, come sit in the foyer." - The demon laughed, opening the door for you and the kids. Cringing at the pet name, you grinned and did as you were told - followed him inside the manor, walking the honorous stairs by his side. "Don't fucking call me that again." - You reiterated, trying to lift the tension. It worked since you both cracked, snickering at the way you said the sentence.

Butcher kindly invited you into his office. You needed to admit you liked the room - it was filled with lavish wooden furniture, luxurious small details and decoration, and wood crackling in the fireplace. The room smelled nice, of jasmine and burnt wood, and it was almost nice when you ignored the stench of dead fish. Without asking you a single word, Butcher started pouring a shot of spirits for both of you, sitting in an enormous satin-covered chair beside the fireplace, pointing at the one beside him. The other chair was way smaller, for humans, you concluded. Even though you accepted the fancy shot glass, you didn't sit down.

"Whatever the kids promised to do for you, it's my responsibility. They are in no position to make deals and have commitments." - Looking over at Butcher, you didn't kick the glass in until he'd do so first. That would be rude as fuck. - "Just tell me they didn't sign a contract, would hate to see their organs getting harvested by your people or you draining their souls because they didn't read the amendment." "Harvesting organs... Draining the souls?" - Butcher's voice thundered before he threw a fit of laughter. - "That's what Vander duped you into believing?" "Isn't that what you water demons do? Taking advantage of stupid people? Because these two surely are stupid." "You got me there, girl. And, these kids of yours are naïve, not stupid... There's a difference. You grow out of being naïve, however, there's nothing you can do about being a stupid fool. Sláinte!" - Butcher explained, finally clicking his glass with yours - whatever the fucking alcohol was, it burned like a living fuck. Without hesitation, Butcher started pouring another one.

"Rest assured, your kids haven't struck any deal with me. Even if they did, I'd do my best to honor fair conditions and not spin their words around as I tend to." - He rambled on, giving you your glass back. Humming, you swirled the alcohol around, raising your eyebrows in anticipation. - "I might be a dishonest creature, but I'm honorable. When it comes to your kids, don't be alarmed. I won't... Drain their souls or whatever." "What makes you say that, though? Why are you so kind? Do you want... Something in return? You don't owe me anything. I mean, I'm grateful but confused."

"None of what you listen. I won't sink to doing my usual tricks because you are Vander's kids." - Butcher explained as if it couldn't be simpler. This sentiment made you sit down with tears in your eyes, covering your mouth. Vander to the fucking rescue... Fucking again. "Funnily enough, Vander made sure we won't be striking any deals with you. Made sure we'll stay as far as physically possible... Seems like you aren't that bad of a guy after all." "Your words compliment me, Y/N, however don't twist my words as being merciful or kind. We are not allies nor enemies, we merely exist in the same plane of consciousness. Let me put it like this, child. Vander was smart... Too smart for his own good. But in my world, honor is honor, and a deal is a deal." - With that, you both kicked the second shot, letting Butcher pour another one. If you understood correctly, it meant Vander struck a deal with Butcher regarding 'his' kids. And even though Vander was dead, Butcher still recognized the deal as valid. What could the deal revolve around? You wouldn't ever get to know, but it interested you nonetheless.

"Speaking of our late comrade... Feels like it's starting all over again." - The demon sighed, looking you in the eye. He didn't wait to explain, because his speech pattern was giving you a run for your money. - "I've lived thousands of years, thousands of lives, and yet, it all feels like a cycle. The kids remind me of you and all your little friends, you remind me of Vander and the others who kept you alive. 'Round and round it goes, don't you think?" "We weren't this reckless." "Did I hear correctly, girl?" - The demon cackled, leaning closer to you. The cold coming from his body gave you goosebumps, the scales appeared to be slimy. Ew. Holy shit. Butcher was giving you the chills. - "Did you just say you kids weren't as naïve and reckless? Funnily enough, I don't think we ever talked 'till this day. I know who you are and you know what I am, but our paths never collided - but I remember everything. My oh my, how resilient you all were; each time she'd drag you back to Vander, you'd try to wiggle out like little worms, run away just so you'd escape the punishment for ten minutes longer. Every time, the old man would slap your wrists and give you a talk because he was the only one you little nuisances respected 'round here. Now, the cycle starts anew. I'm their Benzo, you're their Grayson and he's... Well, he's their Vander."

"I'd agree... If the kids had an ounce of fucking respect for us. If there was any respect, these idiots wouldn't be helping you smuggle whatever it is you're buying off the black market. Pour me another one, please." - Kicking in a third shot, you forced your glass back into his palm. The demon furrowed ever so slightly but complied with your request. He didn't have to say it aloud, but you wouldn't see a fifth shot - which was fair. Especially given you didn't even fucking know what you were pouring down your throat. "I hate to break it to you, child, but... Do you really believe you brats had an ounce of respect for any of your elders? Now, looking back at it with perspective, you probably do - these adults taught you everything you needed to know." - The demon mumbled, giving you your glass back. - "They taught you to have respect and in return, they asked for your trust. You got there, eventually. But... It wasn't always this way, was it? How do you think Vander felt each time Grayson dragged you into the pub every other day? Do you imagine he was happy to have a bunch of troublemakers on his hands to deal with? Do you think he expected you to immediately understand his cause and the cogs turning behind the scenes? Do you not understand how many people you endangered each time? With each act of rebellion you put the entire Zaun at stake, don't you see it? Rest assured you and the kids are one and the same, but that's your thought to grasp, youngling."

That slimy son of a bitch was right, you realized as you poured the last shot down your throat - if you were this enraged, how in the fuck did Vander feel? On top of it, you only had two problematic teens to chase around the Lanes - Vander had ten of you at least, possibly even more since he cared for everyone. He had to deal with his own kids, their friends, and their friends' friends. And he dealt with all that while being a good dad. Wow. That had to be a superpower. Honestly, looking over at the demon by your side, you had to say some weight was lifted off your chest. It probably wasn't the talk you wished to have with Vander, but it brought some self-reflection and clarity. Butcher warned you; he wasn't your ally but neither your enemy and yet, you felt grateful. "However, there's one thing I'd like to add. I might not be great at understanding humans... I never tried to be, I'm not interested in mingling with human affairs. What I can say, however, is that you're doing well. Your kids don't starve, they have no need to search for a creature like me to grant their wishes. Both of you are doing well."

"How..." - You whispered, looking up to him once again. His words were bringing you to tears. You needed this so bad. Coming from a sea demon was the last place where you'd expect words of encouragement and wisdom, but you were glad for them nonetheless. - "How do you even know about us? 'bout the colony?" "I know everything, mortal." - Butcher explained simply, lighting up an enormous cigar to munch on. You didn't need to ask no more. You trusted him. With that, you picked yourself off the chair. "Thanks, Butcher. I mean, thank you for giving me the reality check, I really fucking needed it. Also, thanks for... Honoring your word to Vander. He'd be glad to hear it." - You explained, giving him the shot glass back as you stood up, looking down at the demon. "I'd be grateful if your kids were willing to help me - these goods aren't stolen and I'd look after them in case our Marcus, that fool, tried digging around in business that doesn't concern him. Only with your permission, that is." "I'll give it a thought, promise. Need to teach them a lesson now, however." "I know, I know. Fare well, Y/N." "I'll see you around, Butcher."

Thankfully, the chat with Butcher was enough to calm you down. You didn't feel the need to scream your lungs out when you picked up the clown duo sitting idly in the foyer, your way back to the colony was actually pretty calm. You started to understand Vander's silent treatment; usually, you made sure the kids knew right off what ice they were on. The longer you stayed quiet, though, the less calm the kids were. They were lurching, looking you in the face with uncertainty. They were finally feeling guilty, you reckoned and put your hood lower into your face and let the kids fry for a bit longer.

The moment it all complicated was when you reached the entrance to the sewers - the complication being four Shimmer addicts hanging around it... And the fifth one lurking in the backstreet. If you could, you'd take a different route - but funnily enough, the only 'normal' entrance to your colony led precisely through these sewers. The closer you got to the entrance, the more obvious it became the addicts were surrounding you like prey. At that point, Lorette was clinging onto Almonder's palm, crying silently - Almonder was trying to stay calm, but his expression was rather stoic. You appreciated his dedication to staying cool, though; it made you sure in your tracks as well.

The kids needn't be worried. If the men even looked at them funny, you'd make sure to break every fucking bone in their body, maybe burned a hole through their chests if they'd get you going enough. The kids wouldn't get in harm's way, only over your dead fucking body.

"Woah boys, look who we got here." - One of the men, a tall and well-built one walked closer to you. He wasn't an absolute wreck yet, he appeared very young; Shimmer was sure to fuck him soon enough. Soon, he won't be able to stay on his feet without huffing that shit. - "Such a pretty young girl... Don't think I've seen you around, lovely. Are these your kids?" "Don't think so." - Another addict stepped out of formation, attempting to sniff a lock of Loretta's hair. The moment he picked his disgusting palm to touch her, your hand flew out to stop him. Your breath was picking up, the inner flame starting to set you ablaze - your skin was covered in little metal particles, starting to harden. If you wouldn't get your cool under control, you'd have shit to explain to the younglings. The iron grip, thankfully, was enough for the addict to step away from Lorette. - "... Or maybe, I was mistaken. Mamma hen and her chicks." - He added with a mocking grin.

The well-built addict caught your chin between his fingers, making you look at him. Stretching out your other hand, you motioned for the kids to step closer to you until you felt Almonder's forearm in your palm. He was shaking. To reassure him, you gave his forearm a firm squeeze. You've never failed your kids - no way you'd fail them now. "Get your fucking hand off me." - Was all you said, smiling sweetly at the addict. In addition to your words, you stepped even closer. Your actions sure as fuck confused him. - "... You don't wanna do this, pretty boy... Trust me."

"I won't do anything... If you're willing to pay, lovely. With either money or.." - The guy smiled, looking over to Lorette. Most people would freak in this situation, but the kids didn't flinch. They didn't scream or run away, they stayed put. They trusted you. And you were looking awfully bored. "Keep your eyes on me, handsome, she has nothing to do with this. It's just between you and me." "So you'd..." "Let me put it like this." - You whispered, moving even closer. Your chests were now almost touching, bumping into one another when you breathed. - "Haven't fucked anyone up in a long time, but I'd sure enjoy making you squirm like the pig you are. Then, I'd break each limb you possess, and don't worry, I wouldn't leave your four friends out of it either. You guys could have tons of fun licking your wounds for a few months, not being able to move, lying in your own fucking shit and piss."

The man stared at you for a bit, watching the corners of your mouth slowly turn upward. You were insane, had to be; there were five young, relatively healthy men around you ready to fuck you up... And you didn't flinch. Were you fucking stupid? As he turned to look at you to ask if you were stupid, something stopped him. It was your eyes - the color of your irises, to be precise. It wasn't human. It was a very bright, poison-like green and he'd swear it was burning into his brain. Given your skin could literally turn into metal, the color and your confidence... Openly asking him to attack you... The moment his brain connected the two dots was the second he stepped away. - "Tell your buddies to let us go and I'll forget this ever happened." "Let... Let them go. It's fine, guys, fuck, they're cool." - The guy nodded frantically, stepping even further aside. Without waiting around for too long, you pushed the children in front of you so you could be sure they were getting out of the situation first. As you calmed down, you could feel the warmth traveling back to your hands, letting the skin take over once more. The kids didn't understand, but they didn't ask either; they were too scared to even look over their shoulders at you.

That slimy fucker was right... It all felt like rewinding the time in a sense.