#sheriff Grayson

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#ARCTOBER DAY 14: Enforcers ↳ "You enforcers are all the same. Just asshоlе criminals in fancy uniforms."

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Still in love with her design

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Hottest Arcane Character, Women's Bracket: Round One

Mel vs. Grayson

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GRAYSON: First & Last Sighting

⸻ ARCANE Season 1

[liradee]

So I didn't find many arcane Halloween au fics but decided to do this anyways in hopes of summoning the vibes, happy early Halloween.

hope you like it

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Some Grayson screencaps if possible, please!

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CONTENT WARNING: GUNS & WEAPONRY

Caregiver Sheriff Grayson Stimboard!

🍳 🚬 🍺 | 🍳 🚬 🍺 | 🍳 🚬 🍺

🌼 media: arcane

🐝 age appropriate? depends. this show is 14-16+ in many places and isn't considered a kids show due to violence, abuse and sexual themes. i'd recommend checking any warnings and remember, it's always okay to turn anything off if it isn't for you! <3

🍯 rqd by: anon! <3

🌻 note: calling this woman mama would quite honestly fix me.

[sevikasenby]

no im definitely not flustered thinking about sevika and grayson having their way with you. totally completely normal about it.

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Symbiotic Relationship - Chapter 1

PAIRING: Grayson x fem OC

SUMMARY: Besides her agreement with Zander, Grayson communicates with a reliable informant—her ex-wife, Tatianna. Tatianna is a Zaunite Merchant—a caterer by day and a smuggler by night. Together, they try to maintain peace between their cities, benefiting each other greatly and creating a symbiotic relationship they both have been craving. 

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hehe guess who's finally posting! It's been hard finding the time to write and figure out the structure for this story but at least it's starting haha. Very excited to share it and write more of the chapters. I hope y'all enjoy it. Have no idea how quick I'll do the next chapters but I'm sure it'll be soon:)))

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Festivities were in full swing within the Piltover Country Club as the Kirammans prepared for an afternoon of celebrations. Outwith its walls in the calm countryside, two competitors engaged in friendly conversation. 

"I'm an enforcer. For me, knowing how to handle this weapon means being able to protect people. To be of service to the city. And that's trophy enough. Begs the question, young Kiramman. What are you shooting for?"

Before the girl can respond, her mother, Cassandra, beckons her inside. She dashes up the steps, stopping to look back at Grayson. "This isn't over, Sheriff," she narrows her eyes, pouting as she ascends the steps into the building.

Grayson continues to embrace the calm silence, the smell of the forest, and the taste of her wine. She takes one final inhale before acknowledging the familiar figure hiding in the background since she came outside.

"Are you going to lurk in the shadows all night, Ms Brauer?"

With that, Anna Brauer strides into view, her heels hitting the stone pavement and her jacket drifting in the breeze. Dawning an olive green jacket, she was also clad in an all-black suit, her white skirt's top buttons undone, showing her jewellery cluster around her neck. Her long black hair was pulled into a bun, elevating her appearance and almost making her look taller. Grayson made note of Tatianna's grey strands twisting around her head; she had finally stopped dying over them, which Grayson found admirable.

"Just making sure I didn't interrupt the fan club," Anna says, standing parallel to Grayson and leaning on the balcony.

Grayson chuckles. "She's a good kid. She means well."

"She insinuated that you took a bribe and threw the competition." Anna raises an eyebrow and looks at Grayson.

"Aw, protecting my honour? You'll make me blush," Grayson jests, poking Anna with her elbow, making the smaller woman roll her eyes in response.

"Just think the little gremlin should watch her tongue", Anna uttered at a lowered volume, tilting her head towards the party where the girl was now socialising.

Grayson moves closer to whisper, "You should lower your voice, dear. That 'gremlin' is the daughter of a councillor." She chuckles. "And besides, you know I'd never take a bribe". 

Anna put her hands up in surrender. "Or throw the competition? Right?"

Grayson doesn't respond; she simply rubs the back of her neck, looking anywhere but Anna's suspecting eyes.

"Oh, for fucksake, Grayson!" Anna groans, slapping Grayson on the forearm.

Grayson blocks the last few playful hits, laughing in the process. "What! She deserved the win! She's had a hard time with exams, and Cassandra put a lot of pressure on her to do well today. And anyway, I'm not beating my goddaughter."

Grayson had been a close friend of the Kiramans for a few years before Caitlyn was born, but it was still a surprise when Cassandra asked her to be her Godmother. As strange as it felt, it was one of the best things in her life—watching her grow up, teaching her to shoot, be headstrong, and do all the other things she had hoped to do one day with her own family.

Anna sighs, shaking her head. "You've gone, soft, Gray," she says before reaching into her jacket for a beige folder — the main reason for their meetup.

This month's conclusive report focused on the City of Zaun and all notable events or changes within its walls. Anna reluctantly slid the folder to the Sheriff. Even though she knew logically it was for the best, she still couldn't help but feel like a traitor to her people and to her home. The report showcased lists of new businesses, crime states, and this month's headliner: the death of a Chem-Baron.  

Although Chem-Baron Arlo passed peacefully in his sleep, he left behind chaos as his sons fought for the family business.

"All I can say is that I hope the youngest son doesn't take over; Finn is ambitious but reckless; Zaun doesn't need that" Anna waits for a response, then glances over to Grayson, reading, entirely focused on the pages in front of her. Anna takes the opportunity to watch her for a moment. She watches as her eyes dart across the pages, breathing steadily through her nose, the breeze shifting her hair into her eyes. As she flicks to the last page, her expression shifts from concentration to mild irritation, furrowing her brows before speaking.

Anna knows exactly what she's reacting to. Twice a year, Anne has a large shipment of stock transported into Zaun via Piltover's trade routes. Anne gets two shipments that aren't inspected yearly in exchange for being an informant. She uses this for her more valuable goods like medicine for the Zaun shelters - in the past, the shipments have been 'lost' or 'confiscated' by the enforcers with legal loopholes purely because of the shipment's destination. Grayson's leniency allows essential medicine to reach Zaun's unfortunate, something she holds onto to try to forget the dubious contents hidden within.

"This shipment is way bigger than last time." Grayson looks up accusingly, her mouth pressed into a thin line.

"The demand increased; it's for the—" Anna tried to explain the changes but was cut off by a raised hand.

"I don't want to know Tatianna" Grayson sighed, shutting the folder in her left hand and downing her drink with the other. She regrets using that tone with Anne but doesn't want to know. She knows Anne has to smuggle for unsavoury clients to pay the bills and that the jobs allow her to give back to the poorer Zaunites, but it still makes Grayson feel dirty like she's no different from the corrupt enforcers she swore to root out.

It's for the greater good; it helps Zaun and Anna.

Anna felt the atmosphere shift and was reminded of the distance between them. It didn't happen often, but sometimes, when interacting with Grayson, Anna would be transported back to when they first met, when things were simpler. When she broke from this trance, she would feel the emptiness in her chest that always lingered in Sheiff's presence. As soon as she felt it creeping back in, she ran.

"As always, Sheriff, it's been a pleasure. See you next month," Anna said with a comedic curtsey before turning on her heels to walk past Grayson. However, before she could take her first step to freedom, Grayson stepped in front, slighting her, stopping her in her tracks.  

"Are you not staying?" Grayson sheepishly asked, avoiding eye contact. She knew the answer, but every time Anna tried to make a speedy exit, Grayson would try to make her stay in a last-ditch attempt to reminisce for a little longer in the fantasy.

"I can't. I have a meeting with a new client in the morning, some industrialist is looking for a new trade route. I'll see you around Gray." As she walks around Grayson to leave, she gives Grayson's shoulder a light squeeze. To onlookers, it was a subtle goodbye gesture, but they both felt Anna's hand linger a second longer than it should.  

Grayson is left outside alone, her own hand replacing Anna's, where she touched her shoulder moments ago. She looked out at the grounds, which were now shrouded in sunset lighting. The same surroundings Grayson had found peace in now felt cold and empty. Cold and empty like the house the first day she came home without Anna there to greet her. Even after all these years, Grayson always felt this way after their meetings. She wondered if Anna ever felt the same; maybe she had moved on or was just as miserable as Grayson felt now - Grayson didn't like either option for her ex.

Feeling her thoughts spiral, she shook her head and took a deep breath.

What good will those thoughts do? It's all in the past now, and that's where it should stay.

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Favorite Arcane Scenes: 8/? ↳"I'm an enforcer. For me, knowing how to handle this weapon means being able to protect people. To be of service to the city. And that's trophy enough."

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Hottest Arcane Character: Losers' Round Robin

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Ambessa vs. Grayson

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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.

[liradee]

If someone makes wlw Grayson x reader(mainly), Sevika x reader, or any arcane women x reader/(y/n) post or fic that's vampire au I will draw said arcane woman as a vampire. I need to practice drawing arcane women again. They're too fine.

(edit: I drew them anyways)