Shadows of Lady Luck
It was the con of a lifetime. The Grand Gala would have the richest Noxians, how could Twisted Fate and Graves pass this up? But along the way, they seem to be entangled in something much darker...
Hello! I've nearly completed a fanfiction about Twisted Fate and Graves, and would love to get some feedback on it! Please check it out, it's on fanfiction.net and the regular League forums, so take your pick! Since this Community platform isn't really good for posting the actual story, I'll put a little sneak peek here, so you can see if you're interested. Thanks!
"GRAVES!" Fate shouted. "Calm yourself. Ain't no assassin gonna mess with us. We're not worth the trouble. Besides, we're gonna be so well off if we can make it to the Gala that even the Noxus guards can't resist our bribes."
Graves grumbled for a moment. He suddenly took a seat and chugged his abandoned beer mug. He wiped his rugged beard with the back of his hand, glancing at the mug. "'S warm…" he stated, studying the glass for a moment. He looked back up at his partner. "Fine. Let's get to planning b'fore I sober up and realize this is a bad idea."
"Great!" Fate slapped Graves' back. "I was thinkin' you should be wingman this time around…"
Graves snorted. "Typical…" he mumbled.
Minutes later, a scream jolted the partners from their scheming. They rushed out into the crowded bar area, where an old barmaid was rushing down the stairs—her clothes were haphazardly put back on, so Fate suspected she was doing more than just serving drinks…
"He's DEAD!" she shrieked "Lord V-Vilhellos…He was on top of m-me and then…then…"
The bartender grabbed the hysteric wench to steady her. It was then that the crowd realized she was coated in blood—her neck was crimson, her once-white blouse completely stained, her half-pulled panty hose on her shaking legs now a bright pink. The barmaid was tossed to the side as most of the crowd rushed upstairs to the bedrooms. Graves caught the barmaid before she thudded to the floor. He lightly maneuvered her in his arms.
"She's not hurt," he realized, "this ain't her blood."
Fate's gaze lifted to the balcony above. The tiny drunkard Graves had been cheating stumbled to the railing. "The Mayor'sh brother—dead cold!"
The whole room was in a tizzy; the mood switched from drunken frivolity to one of extreme panic. Drunks tripped over themselves, some tumbling off the balcony. The barmaid screeched again, recoiling abruptly from Graves' touch. Everyone made a rush for the door just as the gold-clad guards shoved their way in, trying to make order from the chaos.
Graves put a hand on Fate's shoulder. "Time to go."
The pair rushed back into their private room just as the guards flooded the space at the foot of the stairs. Fate shimmied the windows open and they both sprinted away from the buzzing saloon.
"Well, where-ever we end up, I think it's high time we move on," Fate huffed once they found a quiet alley.
"Agreed."
betrays 
? It's just an idea though.
GL HF :)