This Ship sails itself!

Tupikyo·7/30/2015, 10:14:56 AM·9 votes·5,176 views

Well, well well, if this isn't the first official gay couple in League of Legends i don't know, what Riot wanted to do with the Bilgewater event in the first place!

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IcyPepper7/30/2015, 10:21:03 AM4 votes

Caitlyn Leona Diana Yorick Graves

Moulin Rouge7/30/2015, 2:55:05 PM3 votes

then there's...

CasterGilgamesh7/30/2015, 2:12:55 PM3 votes

meh Braum X Graves is still hotter

Purple Label7/30/2015, 5:40:37 PM1 votes

SO... I was really hooked on this canon/headcanon relationship between Graves and Twisted Fate so I decided to WRITE A MINI ONESHOT TO ADD ON TO ACT ONE PART ONE.

Warnings: slight guy x guy and profanity

i swear togod that reading TF's and Grave's story is like reading a fanfic.

"I had better words ready for this moment. Funny how they all went out the window as soon as I saw him." ??????????? "I take aim. I can pull the trigger and leave him deader than sea scum. I should. Not yet, though. I need to hear him say it." "Ever since he got a little money, T.F.’s been a stickler for appearance. I can’t wait to mess him up."

"The whole damned warehouse is crawling with Jagged Hooks, but Malcolm couldn’t care less. I’m all he’s interested in." ?????????WHAT???????

THIS FEELS LIKE ANGSTY LOVE STORY.

Enjoy~

"Face it, Malcolm, you'll never shoot me. You always let me go. You always do," TF readies his card in hand, twirling it naturally like breathing - colors shifting. "Heh, in fact you'll chase me until the end of Valoran just to hear me say it; but, whenever you corner me, you can't bring yourself to do it. Face it Malcolm, you can't pull the trigger on me." A swagger escapes, "I know you. You're not angry; you're obsessed. You're obsessed with something that always slips out of your palms."

"I tried being reasonable. He must have had some grandiose plan like always, I thought. He will come back. Just give me the signal and I'm ready," his grip around the trigger tightens. "Ten years behind the locker. One mark after another. I was a fool," his cigarettes reaches its end and he spits it at TF as a warning. "I endured and endured even to the point where humans would consider it as wit's end. Why? Why? I wondered. I needed to know."

At this point it's one jab after another. Who will lose their cool first? Who will wake up the dormant sharks? Who will stir the chumm churned waters? This broken island will roar.

Graves treads carefully beneath the dim lights trying to close the distance between them. The entire floor was littered with pearl necklaces and chipped gold coins. This warehouse was a golden cesspool. One misstep and it will alert the magician. His shotgun is still tucked between his breast and arm, ready to fire at notice or disarm Twisted Fate.

"It's funny when I think back when I first partnered up with you. His name is 'Twisted Fate'. It could have been just a stage name for his hocus pocus bullshit," he waves his arm.

"This was merely 'business'," his eyes steady, not losing sight at his target as the stench of rusted metal and the corpse ridden sea invades his lungs. "As it turned out, look where at where I am? I'm a man whose fate is twisted beyond God's control. Sniffing and chasing down a conniving mo'fucker." Before either even noticed they were eye to eye, inches apart. He could feel Twisted Fate steady breathing skim across his skin and the card he had in his hand dissipates. Neither was breaking eye contact because as soon as one looked away, their guard would drop and their life was up for the other's taking.

Twisted Fate leans forward and gently whispers to the other's ear, "Look, what's the point in me telling you now, Malcolm? Whatever comes out these lips are as good as lies to your ears." He slips a yellow card out of his sleeve and keeps it at bay near at the built man's hips. T.F.'s facial expression shifts into an earnest one, but with a strand of resignation. He keeps his tone and posture confident, yet elusive to keep his image. Where they are standing now is his fault. He's well aware of it, but there's no hope in rebuilding a partnership when there's nothing left to build upon. Cat and mouse and acquainted strangers. He cringes every time Malcolm corners him.

"How much longer can I keep this facade up," Fate mumbles. He can't let his past come chasing him around anymore and he needs to put it to rest.

"What?" Graves tilts his head towards Fate, sensing a change in Twisted Fate's atmosphere. "Look Fate, all I want is an explanation," he says gently. "Every time I ask you, you strike me then disappear. I know you too. We were once partners. You don't have a pair to lay down the fatal blow," Malcolm heaves, almost taunting him, but keeps the nose of shot gun firmly pointed at Fate's stomach.

Fate lets out an exhausted sigh, "I'm on a job today, talk to me when you're ready to approach me, approach me with open arms and unarmed. Especially when you aren't fueled with anger. Talk to me when you've done all the investigations and become level-headed." Twisted Fate flicks his yellow card at the rusted chandelier's chain, making a loud almost bell-like clang. The chandelier crashes into the treasure chest alerting every single Hooks in the vicinity and they all swarm into the warehouse with each passing second. The crashing noise diverts Grave's attention for just a split second and Fate is already out of his peripheral with the dagger and is getting ready to teleport. Graves pulls the trigger aiming for Twisted Fate's hands, but his body jilts and misses. His hesitation costed him another chance and Fate is already gone, but not far.