Sheriff Marcus x Reader

Two

With a tense look on his face and a gloomy shimmer in his tired eyes, Marcus sighed while rubbing his neck. It was torturing him for ages now, he couldn't even remember when it had started.

Every time shit in the undercity was getting serious, his neck started to be as tense as a brick and he could do nothing about it.

With a silent curse on his lips, he pulled a face and sighed.

Was this how it felt like to get old?

He wasn't even that old yet, mid-thirties and far from dying due to natural causes. Granted, the dark-brownish hair on his head was already turning grey at the sides, but compared to others his age, he was still fit and capable.

Besides the deep dark circles, that came from too much sleepless nights, under his eyes he managed to look decent for a man his age.

"Sheriff.", one of his enforcers walked up to him, disrupting the inner discussion he was about to have with himself.

Clearing his throat, Marcus snapped out of his thoughts, straightened his back and pulled back his shoulders to push out his well build chest.

He wasn't a short man, nor a giant but the height made it easier to maintain muscles and not look like a walking joke. The people around already talked bad enough about him.

"What is it?", he asked in his usual, serious voice and a grim expression on his face.

The enforcer hesitated. Not the first time that this has happened. Sheriff Marcus was infamous for being harsh and short tempered. Most of the men tried to avoid him at all costs and if they were forced to interfere with him they managed to formulate the issues shorter than the lifespan of a child born in Zaun.

"Your presence is needed at the headquarters.", the young recruit informed him and immediately escaped into safety after saluting.

Confused, Marcus frowned. He had little to no time to waste on any formalities. Usually, others took care of the paper work, unless it was something that needed his presence like a meeting with the council.

But if his presence was specifically requested it must have meant that it was important. It didn't happen every day but every now and then things simply deemed it necessary.

An annoyed sigh left his lips as his eyebrows knitted together.

"If this isn't important...", he hissed and rushed out the door. "I don't got time for this shit!"

When he reached the headquarters of the Piltover Enforcers, the receptionist met him, as always, with a sweet smile. It had long been rumored that she had a soft spot for Marcus.

But he had neither time nor interest for her.

"Good morning, sheriff.", she purred, and wanted to lean over the counter toward him.

But he just looked at her grimly and curled his lips, as he always did in his usually grumpy mood.

"Not now, Anna.", he said with almost impolite harshness. "Give me a warning. Who wants to see me?"

The smile on her tanned face disappeared. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled a letter from behind the counter and dropped back into her chair.

"The new council member Talis send it.", she explained. "I wasn't allowed to read it, it's sealed."

With a quick glance, Marcus checked to see if the wax was indeed still undamaged and then looked back at her. It wouldn't be the first time that she read his mail.

"No more information?"

She shook her head.

"Nothing. No one came by either, although the mailman had announced a visit for you."

Now he had to frown in confusion.

"A visitor?"

"Yes, visitor. He said that someone will meet with you to arrange further cooperation. As help for the increasing problems with the Undercity."

"I never requested external support."

She shrugged and put on her sweet smile again.

"You will deal with it, sheriff.", her eyes twinkling seductively as she addressed him by his title. "You're such a smart man, you'll think of something."

Without responding to the flirting attempts, he thanked her with a nod of his head and entered the elevator to ride up to his office.

While the typically annoying elevator music harassed his ears, his eyes were fixed on the wax seal. A hammer, pressed in red and gold. He hated the sight, because by this alone he knew that in the near future there was nothing that would bring him joy.

Silco was already on his back about making up a good story why he had lost six officers a few days ago. But at the same time that man refused to do what was good for everyone and sacrifice that brat Jinx.

Sighing heavily, he broke the wax, small crumbs falling to the ground. It was no use waiting for all of this to resolve on its own. Sooner or later things would just get worse.

With his luck it would be the first.

The door opened just as he unfolded the paper and read the very first line.

"I wish you a pleasant day, sheriff, and hope this letter finds you in good health...", Marcus thought he could hear Jayce's voice in his head as his eyes wandered over the handwriting. "As the council and I have heard, there are some problems with the Undercity, so I have been given permission to provide assistance to you and the hard working enforcers."

Annoyed, Marcus rolled his eyes, but forced himself to read the last paragraph.

"All the necessary details will be delivered by a special visitor. I hope you will enjoy the reunion. Signed, Council Member Jayce Talis."

"That damned Hextech wonderboy!", he growled, crumpling the letter in his hand and tossing it on the desk. "What does he even mean, enjoy the reunion? Sounds like he dug Grayson up again."

But before he could get caught up in his fury, a movement in the shadows caught his attention. Alarmed, he raised his head, his hand already reaching for his weapon.

But he was too slow. Far too slow.

Fast as lighting, you jumped out of the shadows, wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips.