When Caitlyn got a request anonymously for a meeting with someone in the Undercity, at night, in the dark, and strictly alone, her correct first response was to say absolutely not. The young Undercity child who had delivered the message to her outside of the Piltover Police station had scurried away and disappeared out of sight. "I have info on Jinx. I know you're searching. Meet me. Tonight. Bring no one else." A point on a carefully drawn but messy map was the only other thing present. The card bent under Caitlyn's thumb from the pressure her finger dug into it. Her last lead on Piltover's loose cannon, had gone cold when the witness came up dead the next morning. Someone was covering Jinx's tracks and doing it well. "What the bloody hell are you thinking Caitlyn." She muttered to herself as she got in her Hex-car and drove to the bridge that led to the Undercity. An elevator that definitely wouldn't meet safety codes took her down into the ravine that encased the Undercity, and she dutifully followed the poorly detailed map, missing a few turns and having to retrace her steps. The place she ended up, was dark, dirty, and rodents scurried away from her as she walked down the alleyway on the map. 'This is disgusting, dangerous, poorly planned-' Caitlyn ranted to herself in her thought before a red jacket and head of short pink hair caught her attention. 'The person I'm meeting... is a woman?' Continued in chapter one 🙃 My own version of Arcane because I love it so much I wanted to put my own twist on it. As you'll be able to tell by reading, it's mature rated and heavily influenced by the Netflix series with several references blended in. There will be detailed smut, I just don't know when. Please don't rush for it as then I don't actually want to write it. Enjoy and if you like please leave a comment and vote the chapters 😁

"You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" - Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags. - Accelerate was a written collab by @isntitcrazy and @honkdaddyy. Both of us do not want this to be reuploaded anywhere, and especially not here. We weren't going to upload Accelerate to Wattpad in the first place but people went against both of our boundaries and uploaded it anyway. If you see any fics of Accelerate that aren't from this account, please report them. There is NSFW in it.

a gorgeous brunet catches clay's eye under the red strip club lights. ♡ dnf strip club au major content warning: includes smut and other sexual themes. - wc: 46744

DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals