#mel x grayson

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Some Mel x Grayson cuteness I’ve done for one of my lovely friends last month. Time to share the adorableness that is this rare pair .. instagram | patreon

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On this Progress Day, Mel only has eyes for the woman escorting her.

A 500 words Mel Medarda/Grayson ficlet for @laviedeviv and my first F/F work in Arcane!

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I love your Grayson and Mel art so so so much!

This really makes my day 🥰🥰🥰 thank you! They’re so beautiful, they deserve appreciation 😊

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Prompt 30 “Insecurity” for Grayson/Mel??? 👀👀👀

Thank you for the prompt anon! Sorry for taking so long 😇

Grayson found Mel in the living room, staring out of the window as if seeking something. 

“I wondered where you had wandered off to!”

Mel jumped a little, but barely lifted her eyes from whatever she saw outside. “Oh? Yes. I came in here again to check everything was ready.”

Grayson eyed the room half-heartedly with an amused expression. “Everything to your pleasure then?”

“Hm? Oh, yes! Looks good.” 

Grayson chuckled and then moved up behind Mel. “Khoshgelam, there’s no need for you to be nervous.”

It was only when her hands slid around Mel’s waist that the younger woman finally averted her gaze from the window and turned around so her eyes could meet Grayson’s. 

“What if they don’t like me?” she whispered. 

It was a soft and fragile voice and it pulled strongly on Grayson’s heartstrings. “Why would they not like you?”

Mel shrugged, her shoulders sagging a little. “People don’t seem to like me much. Not as a person.” She sighed at Grayson's raised eyebrows. “I just never met a lover’s friends before. I don’t really have friends of my own, so how could yours end up liking me?” 

Grayson sighed. “It pains me to see you struggling with this so badly, my love. You shouldn’t be scared of what they think. Just show them that you’re a good person, and if they can’t take that, then screw them.”

Mel laughed at that, and while it didn’t completely relax her, she seemed to regain her usual confidence after that, which pleased Grayson.

The evening turned out to be a success. There was the odd moment when she felt her inquisitive friends were taking their interrogating of Mel too far, but living up to her name and reputation, Mel always found elegant and smooth ways to guide the conversation back into more comfortable waters. In the end, it was obvious that the group had welcomed this new member into their midst. 

“How are you feeling?” Grayson asked her young partner, as Mel slid her hands around her neck after having closed the door behind the last guests.

“I don’t know. Happy, relieved, tired but also still a bit nervous.” Grayson kissed her forehead soothingly. Mel hummed as she closed her eyes in relaxation.

“They’re nice people.”

“Yes. You fit in perfectly.”

Mel hummed again.

“Let’s go to bed,” Grayson muttered, now resting her forehead against the other woman’s.

Mel’s eyes opened, searching Grayson’s glance. “Shouldn’t we clean up first?” she asked softly.

“I can do that tomorrow.” Grayson used her hands to massage Mel’s lower back softly.

“Are you sure?” Mel wet her lips unconsciously.

“Positive.” She let her hands slip a little lower, eliciting a soft moan from Mel. “I want to take you to bed, now.”

Mel moaned again and then stretched her neck to kiss Grayson hungrily. “Then take me,” she whispered against her lips when they parted again for air.

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Hiya!

For your prompt thing, if you wouldn't mind doing a lil smth with Grayson x Mel for 4. Cooking together, that would be great!

Also, good luck on your assessment!

Thanks for the prompt, sorry it took so long!

Help me, please.

Those words were enough for Grayson to decide that it was time to call it a day at work. The stack of papers that still needed signing and proofreading glared at her, telling her that there was still much to do; however, who was she to ignore a call for help by a council member? 

Grayson grunted. She knew she was fooling herself and considered for a moment taking some of the reports home with her. “I’ll just come in early tomorrow.” There was no one there to hear her, but she still felt voicing her promise increased its credibility. 

She managed to leave the building fairly quickly. After decades of working there she had figured out ways to move around without crossing too many paths. Even though the night shift was already preparing to take over, there were still too many people in the building who would like a chance to stop her and pester her with random questions and problems that she was supposed to solve within mere seconds. At this hour of the evening she really didn’t care. If anyone had an important issue, her deputies would contact her and anyway, she had urgent business elsewhere.

On her way to her flat, she began to wonder what would’ve caused Mel to send such a short and feeble note. She wasn’t worried, not really. Mel had her security team and if she were in real danger an alarm would’ve already been sent her way. This must be about something personal.

When she entered her flat, however, Grayson was close to changing her opinion. Mel’s guards had greeted her in the staircase, telling her what she already knew, Mel wasn’t in danger. 

Her flat was though. 

The first thing she noticed was the stench. It was disgusting and grew worse as she followed it to its source. The kitchen windows were wide open and a pan’s handle could be seen peeking through the open space, with the pan most likely resting on the window sill. Mel was standing at the sink, scrubbing vehemently on something while cursing it loudly.

“What happened?” 

Mel dropped the thing she was trying to clean. “You’re home!” The relief was obvíous on her face.

“Yes, you called me. What happened?” Grayson now pressed a finger against her nose, in a weak attempt to reduce the stench of burnt food.

Mel’s shoulders sagged for a moment, her eyes widening as they often did when she allowed herself to feel defeated and vulnerable. “I wanted to surprise you with dinner, but… I burnt the meat.”

Grayson didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry. She walked over Mel, instinctively reaching out for her and cupping her cheek in reassurance before allowing her hand to slide down Mel’s arm and rest at her side. 

“Looks like it was not only the meat that burnt.” Grayson commented as her glance caught sight of the utensil in the sink that Mel had been scrubbing. It was her spatula, or at least, it used to be. “And judging from the smell, my pan also didn’t make it?” 

Mel nodded, her eyes still wide. “I’m sorry,” she said.

Grayson locked her own gaze with Mel's and sighed, but not unhappily. “They are things, they can be replaced. You didn’t hurt yourself though, did you?”

Mel’s reaction was a tiny bit indignant. “No.”

“Good.” Grayson smiled softly until the corners of Mel’s mouth also lifted slightly. 

“Let’s make some coffee.”

“Coffee?” Mel’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Shouldn’t we clean first?”

“The scent of fresh coffee grounds will help with this horrible stench,” Grayson explained. “And also, we could do with some fuel.” At that, Mel nodded grimly. 

Together they prepared a can of coffee and then proceeded to clean up the mess that was Grayson’s kitchen. It didn’t take them too long.

Mel dropped onto a chair at the table once she was done. “This was a complete failure. Cooking is obviously not my forte.”

Grayson chuckled from behind the counter, where she was sipping from her cup. “Cooking is something you can learn.”

Mel humphed.

“I mean it. Meat was maybe a step too advanced for you.”

At that Mel’s jaw tightened and her scowl came back to her face. “It was supposed to be a special meal for my – for my you!”

Grayson allowed the warmth that Mel’s slip had caused to spread inside of her and heat up her belly in a very different way than the coffee did.

“Any meal with you is special to me.” 

Mel rolled her eyes.

Instead of saying anything else, Grayson walked over to her fridge. Opening it she quickly scanned its inventory and then collected a couple of ingredients. 

“Let me show you something, khoshgelam.” 

Mel had been watching her going about the kitchen and at her words she was already half standing. Quickly she moved behind the counter to join Grayson. “Yes?”

“This is a recipe my family often eats. It’s simple but very delicious.”

For a moment Mel critically eyed the ingredients Grayson was laying out on top of the counter. Grayson noticed her raised eyebrow. She stopped her movements and instead went to put an arm around Mel’s side. “It’s okay, khoshgelam.” Leaning forward, she kissed the side of Mel’s eyebrow and then rested her forehead against it. Eventually Mel allowed herself to relax, signaling her acceptance of the situation. 

“Okay,” she echoed Grayson and leant into her. “Teach me how to do it, please.”

Grayson smiled and was happy to see that Mel’s expression was also changing into a happy one. 

“Start by cooking the rice.” 

It had been a good decision to start simple. Having grown up in her mother’s estates and palaces, Mel barely had any experience in fixing meals for herself. Things that Grayson considered the simplest of all, like cooking rice properly, turned out to be challenging for Mel. It was obvious how tense she was throughout the entire process, trying to do everything perfectly right but also worried that she’d mess it up again. When it came to sauté the eggplants and the barberries in two different pans at the same time, Grayson stepped in and oversaw the barberries. Mel didn’t say anything, but her shoulders relaxed the tiniest of bits. But when Grayson later praised her for breaking the eggs flawlessly, Mel cast her a dark look.

“I’m not dumb, I know how to break an egg!”

Grayson raised her hands apologetically but chuckled quietly when Mel turned back to her pot to stir the mixture of eggs and yogurt. 

While Mel started layering the pot with rice, eggplants and barberries, Grayson prepared a little topping in the now empty barberry pan and added it once the layering was done. “We put the lid back on now and leave it on the stove for 15 minutes at medium heat, and then it’ll have to simmer for another 30 minutes on low heat.”

Mel did as instructed and set the stove on medium heat while putting the lid back on. “It won’t burn?” 

Grayson shook her head softly.

They cleaned up again, this time less begrudgingly though. The fifteen minutes passed quickly that way and after Mel changed the heat setting they found themselves standing in a clean kitchen.

“What now?” Mel asked.

“Nothing, we wait.”

“Good!”

Grayson gave Mel a questioning look. She got a smirk in return. “Yes, because I’ve been meaning to do this ever since you arrived, but I just hadn’t had the time yet.” Mel closed the gap between them while she spoke and rested her hands on the front of Grayson’s shirt, pulling softly on the collar so their faces could meet and their lips would finally touch. 

(A/N: If you want to check out the recipe, have a look at Shohreh’s IG https://www.instagram.com/p/CAONkD3gVyG/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== )

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@mjsharizai asked me in the comments for #31. Proposal - Mel x Grayson, and now I finally got around to writing it. Sorry for the wait, but thanks for that prompt MJ! 🧡

If asked whether she had anything in common with her mother, Mel would always admit to at least one aspect: Their pride. Mel was a proud woman, and she wasn’t shy admitting it. Being proud meant being confident and being capable. Two aspects, Mel certainly felt like she owned. 

That being said, (unlike her mother) she knew that she also had shortcomings. Processing her own emotions, for example, had always been difficult for her. However, she was an adept learner and she knew that being aware of one’s weaknesses was the best way to start working on them. 

Mel had learnt many things about herself in the last two years. She had grown as a political power, but she had also grown as a person and, most importantly, as a partner. Being with Grayson had helped her discover new qualities in herself, all of which she was, once again, proud of. She knew that if asked, Grayson would say the same thing. They made a pretty good team indeed. 

It was because of all of this, that when Grayson casually commented on Mel “not being as good at romance as herself” that Mel’s pride was tarnished. Grayson had no idea just how romantic Mel could be, but she’d find out soon enough.

“What do you mean, there’s no reservation under my name?!” Grayson’s growl was alarming. The poor waiter swallowed hard as he cowered under the sheriff’s angry scowl but he bravely nodded.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Maybe you mixed up the date…” 

Mel stepped in before Grayson could raise her hand and grab the man’s collar. 

“It’s alright, Amira.” She slid her hand gently around her partner’s elbow, holding her firmly in place. 

Grayson looked at her. When Mel spotted the anxiety behind the anger in her eyes, she considered for a brief moment to cave in and help her out of her misery. But she didn’t.

Instead she looked at the waiter, as politely as possible while playing along and adding some anger into her voice for Grayson’s sake. “Obviously, this establishment no longer lives up to its name anyway.”

When the waiter’s jaw dropped, she knew it was time to get Grayson out of the place, lest he’d give away her game. She made a mental note to ask Elora to send a gracious tip with a couple of apologetic words his way.

Grayson kept shifting and grumbling throughout their whole ride home. It took Mel some effort to convince her not to make rash changes to their disrupted evening, as she kept suggesting other places that “might have free tables at this hour”. Again, she was torn between the feeling of gleeful triumph and pity as she watched the other woman’s despair playing out on her face.

“Why aren’t we going to my place?”

“Since we were robbed of a fine meal, I think we could ask my chef to make us something instead.”

“I could’ve cooked for you.”

“I know. But, wasn’t the purpose of going out so that both of us could enjoy the benefits of someone else’s cooking?” She deliberately used a slightly snippish tone, as if she were disappointed by the turns of the evening. 

Grayson huffed, but didn’t say anything. This time, Mel averted her face in order to hide her small smirk. Everything was going according to plan!

Defeated and still shifting in her boots, Grayson stood beside Mel as they rode up the elevator to her penthouse. “Maybe a quiet evening in is better anyway,” she said half-heartedly in an attempt, which Mel knew, was mostly to reassure herself.

Mel shrugged, but not disparagingly. “Maybe.”

They left the elevator one after the other. As usual Grayson gestured to Mel to go first and she decided to at least indulge her in that regard tonight.

“Why don’t you go ahead to the parlour and pour us a drink. I’ll check with the kitchen to see what they can make for us that doesn’t take too long.” 

Mel didn’t wait for an answer, as she headed confidently towards the kitchen. In the mirror she watched Grayson sigh and nod, but also reaching absently to the pocket of her coat, probably already trying to figure out a new plan. Mel smirked to herself and hurried around the corner, where she stopped. She waited, listening to Grayson’s footsteps heading in the opposite direction. A couple of seconds later, she followed.

Her heart was pounding surprisingly fast in her chest as she sneaked after Grayson, marvelling at how good she was at avoiding making loud sounds with her heels on the expensive tiles. She had to be quick, otherwise the effect would be all gone.

When she saw Grayson opening the parlour’s door and coming to an abrupt halt, she almost giggled with joy and excitement. Instead, she strode up quickly so she could stand right next to Grayson.

“Let’s go inside.” Taking her partner’s arm, she led the other woman gently into the room. Music started playing the moment the door closed behind them - a little trick she and Elora had come up with - Grayson startled a little and sought Mel’s gaze.

“What?” The question was a mere whisper of surprise. 

Mel beamed at her. Grayson’s eyes were uncharacteristically wide. 

“Are you hungry?” Again, she didn’t wait for an answer but led Grayson smoothly over to the terrace, where a decked table was waiting for them already.

This time Grayson laughed. It was a short and happy sound that also carried a hint of relief. 

“It was you! You planned all this, you cancelled our table to surprise me with this?”

Mel smiled back at her. “Yes.”

“But why?” There was no anger in Grayson’s voice.

“You said I wasn’t romantic.”

Now Grayson frowned. “When did I say that?”

“Earlier this year.”

“Ah, my sweet,” Grayson’s hands cupped her cheeks. “You know how perfect you are to me though.”

“Well, yes I do.” Mel took Grayson’s hands into her own and lowered them. “Yet I cannot accept a challenge such as that. Especially, when you never give me the chance to romance you.”

Grayson smiled at her cheeky retort. “I’m sorry. Obviously, you can be very romantic too.” Then she added with a spark in her eye. “Almost as romantic as myself. If only you knew what I had planned for this evening. But don’t worry, I’ll save it for the next one.”

Again, Mel felt her own heart race and pound in her chest. It was almost too much excitement. “Hm,” she replied coolly. “Maybe you should sit down now.”

Grayson obliged, still with a smile on her lips. 

Mel, however, didn’t move. 

At Grayson’s quizzical look, she reached for the cloche, covering her partner’s plate. “I hope you’re ready for the grande finale.”

She lifted the cloche and for a moment it seemed that Grayson was frozen on her seat. Mel almost didn’t dare to move. 

Slowly, she reached for the black box that was residing on the plate, and just as slowly and elegantly, she bent her knee in front of Grayson.

The sheriff’s eyes were once again remarkably wide, as Mel opened the box. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, yet her voice was calm as she spoke. “Amira, my love. Will you marry me?”

Again there was that moment of silence. Grayson’s eyes darted from the ring inside the box to Mel and back again. Then they narrowed. “But how did you know…” she whispered incredulously.

Mel leaned forward, reaching for Grayson’s cheek with her free hand. “Now, who isn’t being romantic here? Is that how you react to a woman proposing to you?!”

Grayson looked at her again and then started to chuckle. “Of course, not.” She admitted. “Yes, yes I’ll marry you, my sweet khoshgelam.”

Mel returned the chuckle and allowed herself to be pulled into a kiss.

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