#garen crownguard x reader

[oneoftheextras]

do we have darius and / or garen lovers in this household or am i just going to be shouting into the void?

[oneoftheextras]

this unironically made me start liking sylas, but hello???? garen???? garen's fall from grace????? i need him biblically actually

Under Duress

Pairing: Garen x reader (ft. Sylas) for my buddy @oneoftheextras , this is our frankenbaby, your degeneracy taking form, and we are very proud of it.

Summary: When you fight as Demacia's top two officers, you are bound to be seen as fearsome enemies or important hostages. When you are taken by one of your nation's number one targets, you expect the usual torture, one you can withstand no matter how violent. What you don't expect is the humiliation you will be put through, and how it will leave place to mindnumbing pleasure and shift the relationship you hold with your Commander, Garen Crownguard.

Warnings: Violence, sadism, come eating, throat fucking, mating press, binding (with chains), slight bleeding, cunnilingus, hard dom, soft dom, degradation, praise, impact play, threats, fem reader, penetration, creampie

Word Count: 17, 396

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When you integrated the Dauntless Vanguard, you were young, idealistic, devoted to your nation.

And you still are.

Yet years of battle against the mage menace and Noxians have hardened you into sharp warrior. No longer the sweet young girl you once were, you saw the world as it was. Rotten, needing to be cleansed and wiped clean like a petricite slate.

It was hard at first, the rhythm relentless, no respite, no favors. But you've learned to appreciate the cadence, the harsh training that would leave you bruised, scarred and exhausted beyond belief. The classes, teaching military strategy and the horrors of war to young, bright and impressionable minds quickly engraving their lessons in your mind.

Many stayed simple soldiers, content with helping their country yet wishing to remain free of the many responsibilities of higher ranks. Which was understandable, everyone had the role they felt fit them, and all of them without exception were important to the Demacian rule. To your codes and laws, to your ideals.

But that wasn't you.

From a young age you admired your father, an esteemed Lieutenant in the Mageseeker forces, who died in a mission to protect your land from the beasts in human clothing hiding amongst those in Runeterra. And as such, you strived to become like him. Yet as you got older, you grew to appreciate the Dauntless Vanguard's proactive ways more. Not only defending your nation from scum, but also from Noxians who felt entitled to the whole world after they ruined their own land after following a madman.

So, with years of relentless training, blood, sweat and tears given to the military academy in the capital, you integrated the force. This handful of years in your life building your faith into something stronger, melting your body and forging it into a weapon worthy of being wielded for the Demacian cause. And you quickly made your name known as the best trainee in your year, a reliable force of nature whose only loyalty was her land.

No matter who you were pitted against, you would come out victorious, eyes set ablaze as a war cry ripped through your throat. They may have all left scars, but your triumph over your enemies made you wear them as badges of honor. Traces left to show your devotion to the cause.

Your fervent belief and action were what caught the eye of the then Captain Garen Crownguard and you were quickly switched to his unit. The man representing all you have ever believed Demacia to be. Honorable, righteous, just.

And beautiful.

It's not hard to fall for the charm of someone as kind and gentle as the Crownguard heir. His mannerisms, his way of speaking, his bright mind, his unbelievable strength and stature, he was like if one of the heroes' statues awakened to stand his ground against Demacia's foes. Bringing down his sword as if guided by Lady Kayle herself.

He piqued your interest just as you had piqued his. And while yours stemmed from admiration at the very beginning, it didn't take much time for it to evolve into infatuation.

He would observe you, train you as if to test you and himself, finally finding a worthy opponent to his herculean self. His voice would call out to you during meetings, asking, no, demanding you to give your opinion about tactics. He believed in you and pushed you to become the best version of yourself, day by day, through the deserts of Shurima and the tundra of the Freljord. Through days and nights. At camp, in the capital or at war. He pushed you far beyond what he did to the others.

Yet when you bled, when you suffered losses at war, when you raged and tears of frustration carved their ugly marks in your youthful face, he held you close with a gentleness that betrayed his inhuman size. One arm around you as he cared for whatever ailed you. Whether he was the cause for it or not.

And soon enough what was an unspoken mentor and pupil camaraderie became a friendship. His form seeking yours after hours to speak about the world, about the future, to laugh and drink. To be human when war could rip this away from you.

He was your rock, your anchor in the tumultuous shipwreck of life. And you were his, a reminder of what he fought for. A visionary of Demacia who held hope in their heart, strength in their body and reason in their mind. One who did not falter and would pick him back up whenever his duties became too hard on him, shouldering the burden by his side. Silently, willingly, happily. Doing anything to help the man you both idolized and adored, as a figure and as a complete part of your life. Your devotion to Demacia reflected in your friendship and in your spot at his side in the Dauntless Vanguard.

Years passed and from private you turned Sargent, from Sargent you turned into a Lieutenant, from Lieutenant to Captain. Garen taking his place as Commander within the military. His steadfast belief in the core values of your nation and his sheer power giving him the monicker of The King's Sword or even The Might of Demacia. He made you his right hand, your growth by his side reflected in the pride swirling within his eyes each time he looked at you.

There was nowhere he was that you weren't. Stuck to him at first by his order, then by the knowledge that the two of you together were unbeatable, a perfect duo. Forces to be reckoned with lest you had a death wish. You were his second set of eyes and ears, his body double, his voice when he couldn't attend, his advisor; just as he was yours. The two of you completing each other seamlessly.

The perfect partnership.

Your friendship growing beyond simple casual interactions after hours. Discussions dipping into personal matters about motivations, about the soul, about the world. Your heart bared more often than not as was his. A rawness that had terrified you at first but that you welcomed as a part of your daily life. Friendly quips grew as time passed, sometimes making their way in tactical meetings whenever the time called for it, bemused looks shared between you and Garen that no one else but the two of you would understand.

You would share touches. What began as your bodies meeting in training, simple brushes and humorous slaps on the arm evolved to include intertwined hands, joking dances away from celebrations, embraces after battles, hands brushing the other's hair back or to wipe away at a stain. His immense body dwarfing yours a thousand times over in a way that was both exhilarating and comforting.

Just as your notoriety and friendship grew, so did your infatuation. The seed of attraction softly and slowly growing into something more, something dangerous in this line of work, watered by your proximity in body and in heart with the Commander. Not only was it hard because of the prospect of one's partner dying in battle, the thought of ruining your friendship through a misplaced confession that would be rejected, but there was also the question about the ethics of dating someone hierarchically lower or higher than you are.

Not to mention he was not just a superior but the Commander of the Dauntless Vanguard. The right hand to the King. This was not simply a question of ethics but also of your standing within the army and as a soldier of Demacia opening your faith to the silent worship of something else than the code.

The wish of his strong arms encasing you in their warmth, calloused hands gripping you tight, his muscles rippling beneath your touch, his hot breath and lips against you as the limpid pools of his eyes regarded you with pride and adoration. Fantasies that ate at you at night when you found yourself by your lonesome, spurring sinful purges of the thoughts through your own release, and that scorched you whenever in his presence. The heat of devotion biting, but the coolness of his trust and care for you making the pain ebb away like the waves on the shores of Ionia lick at its dark sand, the wave shifting the dark grains like the doubt in your mind that Garen could ever love you back.

But even through your complicated feelings, and with enough mastery over yourself to hide them, you two soon became the most revered soldiers in Demacia, your people nicknaming you Kayle's Will just as they had given Garen his own names. Your might and intelligence worthy of being bestowed the name of The Protector in the eyes of your nation, your men and your King but also your best friend. Battles never once lost under your guidance, the faith in Demacia stronger than any adversary, fueling your body to keep on going no matter what.

Which is how you found yourself in this situation.

Soldiers rush forward, their shields raised as they let the petricite absorb vile magic only to slide to the side to let their companions rush in with their blades to strike the mages down.

Both sides suffered great losses, and no matter how many battles you've fought, seeing more comrades fall fueled an angry blaze within you. Despite it being your duty, their deaths will always leave a mark on you, making you fight harder than before. Garen by your side reacting the same way. Yet your minds are clear, untainted by rage, calculating every possibility and barking orders to your men as needed.

That was when you saw him, the leader of this band of mages who came from the desolate and frigid mountains of the Freljord, the man who had killed the previous king.

Sylas.

He was proud, stepping forwards as the men fighting part like the red sea. His presence magnetic, pulling you in yet rejecting you. He walked slowly, the drag of the chains trapped within the stone encasing his wrist singing a deadly melody.

And that was when your gaze returned to your Commander, his already on you.

This man had nearly killed Luxanna, Garen's younger sister, and used her to escape his execution. This man had killed your King. This man had led a revolution that killed many of those you grew up with, many of your people, innocents who were just bystanders in his mindless attack.

Your stomach dropped in anger, red seeping in your vision before the Crownguard heir's voice resounded. Somehow still impossibly loud even over the sounds of blades clashing and the arcane being used to spill more Demacian blood.

"Sylas. Under authority of the king and to avenge all of those whom you've forsaken, we will bring you down. You and your men. To avenge our people, to honor our King and to rid the world of the plague of mages."

Your glaive is readied by your side, your body lowered into its stance as your hands grip it tightly, and you slide in front of Garen. Your offensive style being more aggressive than his, you have decided years ago of a combination that can destroy the enemy, topple it over like a house of cards. And it places you first in the line of attack to shock the opponent with your violence, distracting and opening the enemy to the flurry of attacks the King's Sword and yourself would unleash upon them.

"Ah. The Commander and his guard dog. How quaint. I was wondering when you two would make time for little old me instead of dallying around the battlefield. But then again, you're in high demand, such strong and important people are bound to be called everywhere."

The man saunters over, his words smug yet biting beneath their confidence, his smirk slicing at you like a blade would. Your face sets at the nickname he utters for you, nearly spat out mockingly as his eyes set on the both of you.

"I'm honored." He bows with a flourish of his hand, steps growing heavier, the chains at his wrists rattling and trailing besides him.

"You will not speak of my Captain in such a way, Sylas." Garen all but spits, his hold over Judgment, his broadsword, tighter as he straightens. His own body readying itself behind you, towering over your form like a terrifying shadow.

"Your rebellion ends now. Give up and we'll allow some mercy on you and your men. If not, there is nothing that will stop your demise. It is fated, so give yourself some respite, mage. Unless pain is what you seek." Your voice is strong, unwavering as your stance, your hands positioning the blade of your pole arm down, drawing a literal line in the sand. A boundary.

But Sylas scoffs, stopping in front of the line you traced before him.

"Mercy? Respite? Don't make me laugh, lady. As for pain?" He steps on the line, yet doesn't cross it. "Your people have made us suffer already for long enough. We aren't afraid anymore, and we won't back down. So do your worse little soldier, Commander Crownguard, you will not win."

As soon as the tips of his toes pass the carved threshold your blade is turned up, slicing towards the man before you jump away, letting Garen begin his onslaught. You strike down at the enemy's feet, your arms unnaturally using the momentum to pivot the blade and slash upwards in a milisecond before clashing against the ground. Your very own swallow's strike, the one attack attributed to you that none in the army could copy.

You continue with quick stabs, your body sliding on the ground and behind him to slash at this Achilles' heel. Meanwhile Garen strikes with simple attacks, his speed betraying his size. Yet while Sylas gets slashed and bleeds, he shows no sign of slowing down. Whipping you with his chains, their metal wrapping around the pole of your glaive.

"Garen, switch!"

The man nods at you and you abandon your weapon before jumping aside, Garen rushing at Sylas as you take Judgment and swirl with it, using momentum to be able to strike downwards at the enemy while your comrade uses the chain wrapped around your glaive to slam him down.

"Switch!"

"Yes, sir!"

His blade returns to him while your pole is held tightly between your hands and you two strike at once.

"You two really are pissing me off." Sylas smirks, his fists swinging and his body twisting to escape and attack despite your relentlessness.

"Too damn bad." You grunt, twirling your pole as you lean back, slicing a circle in the air that nicks your opponent to his face, a little too close to his eye. "That's part our gods damned job." And with a heavy step forward you bring the blade down heavily, like the strike of a hammer coming from the heavens and splitting the ground apart into a chasm.

"You bitch." He chuckled, rushing up your weapon before catching you by the throat and flipping up and behind you, slamming you on your back.

"Sylas!" The man is sent away with a swing of a blade, Garen's gentle hand pulling you up and behind him protectively as you wheeze, your armor feeling too tight all of a sudden. The airborne suplex knocking the air out of your lungs and rattling your bones uncomfortably in such a way that you know your spine will bruise while your friend glowers to the man before you.

"What is it, my esteemed Commander?" Sylas mocks, eyes wide and lips snarling.

"Don't you dare speak of her in such a way or I'll make sure that the years you've spent wasting away in your cell feel like the best ones of your life." Garen's voice is low, threatening and filled with an aggression you've never seen in him.

Your enemy chuckles, the chortles evolving into maniacal laughter.

"So you're the guard dog, then." He states, his stature suddenly straightening. "How fun."

Blades clash once more, the man somehow keeping with the both of you.

As if all of this was premeditated.

"Garen, something's wrong." Your friend nods, his back to yours before he holds your hand and swings you in his hold. His blade, broad and strong, protects you and deflects Sylas, before you unravel from the oldest Crownguard's hold, slashing in diagonal motions before rushing forwards with your glaive held towards the adversary. But before you can stab him, you plant your blade into the ground, vaulting over him as Garen strikes.

Your own slash delivered behind Sylas, cutting through his back before you slide between his legs and back in front of him to Garen, slashing his inner thigh in the process, his body crumbling to its knees.

"Sylas what in the realms are you planning?"

"One man can't simply hold his own against the two of you, can he?" He tuts, panting heavily and twitching in pain yet remaining on his two feet. Glowering up at the two of you.

"No, he can't. Now tell us what the catch is, mage." You circle around him, eyes observing every movement, every breath.

He chuckles darkly, his eyes following you. "But where would the fun be in that, mh?"

You scoff, getting closer and pointing the end of your blade to his neck, the weapon drawing a bloody line on the skin, your hands sliding on the pole as you walk to him.

"I wouldn't try my luck."

"Right, because I'm on the ground and you're on top. I'm so threatened, darling. Quaking in my boots." He mocks as you grip his hair, pulling it to tilt his head up while you point your glaive at his chest.

Garen is behind him, observing as he snarls down at the mage. His sword drawn and pointed to the man's back.

"Why attack now? And why the burst of confidence while you're under the blades of the two strongest soldiers in Demacia?"

Sylas tuts, his look haughty even in this position.

"Answer her!"

"Oh gods, calm down mutt. Your voice is gritting, I'd much rather listen to your lady friend's dulcet tones." Your blade pierces his chest lightly, lips pulling further down and your eyebrows furrowing at the lack of respect. Your grip tightens on the pole as he disregards you while actively mentioning you to Garen.

"The lady friend is here you scum." You grit out.

"Why so angry, mh? You'd look ravishing if you weren't bitter from Demacia's poison."

"Sylas, I will say it one last time. You disrespect her again and I will make your life a living hell."

"Oh bite me, Crownguard." The man chortles again. "Your people already have. What do I have to lose? My life? Oh no, how tragic." His voice falls flat and so does his face.

"Oh trust me, you've seen nothing." Your friend snarls.

"Oh I bet I haven't, but you have, haven't you?" Sylas' eyes rake over you mischievously, smirking when Garen grips him by the jaw to snap his head up, gazes meeting.

"You're on thin ice."

"And you still haven't done anything."

You see Garen's jaw clench, his face pulled in such an expression of hate that you don't recognize the man before you. Your heart squeezing as his eyes trail to you, softening yet swirling with a maelstrom of intensity.

"Step back, Captain."

"Commander?" You question, removing your blade from it's bleeding indent in Sylas' chest and walking backwards slowly, your eyebrows lowering in confusion.

"I think it's time I teach this man some manners. If he cannot respect you, then no mercy shall be given to him."

"How sweet of you. Who knew you were such a teddy bear for a simple woman who's below you?" The enemy pouts as Garen retreats, Judgment held tightly in his hand while he raises it.

"Sylas, do me a favor and just die already." He growls, a sword of light coming down onto the mage as Garen strikes down.

"Garen don't!"

The impact forces you to plant your glaive in the ground to keep yourself from flying away, your eyes closing at the brightness of it. But soon enough it all feels wrong, you sense it, something in the air shifted.

Garen has made a major error, and you don't know what it is.

A hand grips your neck tight and you suffocate, your back hitting something hard as your hands are chained together. The chuckle is unmistakable. Sylas is behind you and he's strong, and most importantly he is untouched.

His hands clean, his lungs expanding at an unhurried pace as his chin lands on your shoulder, his face clean from blood and wounds.

Shakily, your eyes trail to the dissipating Justice of Demacia, no body laying in its wake. The only trace of something being left behind is a puddle of blood.

"Surprise~" The voice of the man whom you believed to be dead murmurs teasingly in your ear, his lips grazing it. "Did you two truly forget who I am?"

Garen stands, wide eyed and heaving, unmoving in shock before his face twists once more, body suddenly rushing forwards.

"I simply had to copy one of my comrades' ability. How useful it is to be able to clone oneself, mh?"

The grip around your neck tightens and you whimper, your voice rough and eyes blurry from the lack of oxygen.

"Calm down, Commander. Or the lady gets it. We wouldn't want that, now would we?" The chains tug at your wrists, the pull making you croak at the pain.

"Garen. Kill him." You manage, eyes teary as you try to squirm. Kicking backwards while the man behind you grabs you tighter, the pain around your throat and on your arms multiplied at each step Garen takes, at each way you try to get away from him.

But your friend stops. Planting his greatsword in the ground as his eyes widen, eyebrows raising and furrowing in raw concern.

"So you'd rather put your mission in jeopardy than hurt your Captain?" Sylas hums, the thrum of his chest, shaking your body as your eyes begin to roll back. "To whom pertains your loyalty if you can't finish the mission you were sent out to do? The new King should be worried at who serves under him."

The musings of your enemy seem to make the flames of Garen's anger burn brighter, like a hearth growing into a forest fire. But he contains himself, taking steps back. And the further away he gets, the more the pressure on your neck lightens, some oxygen finally reaching your lungs.

"Leave her out of this."

"And why would I do that? You two are my enemy all the same as I am yours, you've never hesitated to hunt down my people, so why should I hesitate in killing yours?"

You're brought down to your knees by a swing of his legs, wheezing and coughing at the sudden rush of air and the burning pain in your legs and arms, tears falling from your eyes against your will.

"Garen, please, just end him!"

"He'll kill you."

"Then so be it. Gods damn it Garen I'm ready to die for my country, it's what I've been preparing for all my life! He is a menace to Demacia, to you. He will hurt you, all of them, he'll wreak havoc if we let him leave! Just let me die!" You desperately plead, voice breathless and broken at the heaviness of your own lies. Their weight crushing you with the guilt of losing sight of your code.

"I won't let you!" He yells, his voice cracking. "I can't.."

A chain wraps around your neck, pulling you up like a puppet before Sylas.

"Aw. How touching." Your feet hang inches above ground, Sylas serving as your personal gallows. His other hand gripping your jaw tight enough that you know it'll bruise. "How about a deal, then? Mh?"

"I will take no deal of yours, you vile creature. And neither will she."

"Oh. No no no, you will take it. Because you either do, or it'll end up really badly for your little friend."

Garen's offensive stance tenses further, anger morphing his features until his eyes trail to you, softening with concern and something far more gentle. Something intimate. Something vulnerable.

He stands there, pondering as he pants, panic overtaking his body while his eyes snap around him, trying to find an exit rout, a plan to get you out safe, something, anything. But when he doesn't and desperation settles heavy in his stomach, he looks back to you, hanging from the chain at your neck as you claw at it weakly. Your body exhausted from the fight and the lack of oxygen does you no good, your form pathetically squirming while sniffles escape you. Wishing nothing more than to be in Garen's arms.

Truth is, death seems like the most terrifying thing to you at the moment, your own previous words nothing but lies to encourage Garen to finish the mission so the dangerous man holding you hostage would finally be taken out of this world. Because you'd be left without him. And he'd be left without you. And the prospect of your loneliness in the vast emptiness of the afterlife while he remains in the land of the living makes your heart shrivel.

Not only would you be left alone, never to feel his presence alongside yours again, to be forgotten, but you have to swallow the bitterness of this loneliness with the fact that he would have to deal with your death for the rest of his days in Runeterra. That he would be hurt, alone, grieving without the possibility to be comforted ever again, without the want or need to let someone else in his heart as he has with you.

You know that it would leave a hole in his soul, he had told you so once.

"If you ever were to die, I don't think I could live with myself anymore. I can take the deaths of comrades, of my men. But never will I be able to take yours."

He had said, looking up at the starry sky after you asked him about his reaction to losing you in battle.

And now as you stand at the door to the afterlife, you're terrified at what will happen to him. Your own death mattering little against what he means to you, what you mean to him.

"What is your deal, mage. Speak."

Sylas tuts behind you, like a parent scolding his unruly child.

"You're in no place to make demands, Commander." His hand wraps further around the chain holding your neck, your body elevating a couple more inches above ground, your neck trapped in a vice as your vision darkens once more.

"Sylas, stop!" Garen yells. "..Please, tell me the conditions of your deal."

"Good boy." The man behind you muses, the chain around your neck loosening and your feet finding the ground once more. "If you two surrender yourselves to us, we'll stop attacking and leave the rest of your men alive. As simple as that."

Your friend shakes, baited breath rattling his heavy armor, his body crumpling to the ground as his eyes shake at the proposal and at the sight before him.

He looks wrecked. Desperate. Fearful.

And this is the first time you see him like that.

Gone is the valiant Commander. All that's left is the boy in the armor. A lonely boy who could lose is best friend, his only friend, if he doesn't make the right choice. But who would betray all he stands for by saving her.

"Time is ticking, Crownguard." Sylas begins to imitate the sounds of a clock as he swings you from side to side.

Garen calls out your name and tears begin to fall from your eyes once more, a monsoon of grief rolling over the valleys of your cheeks.

"Please Garen." You sniffle.

"What do I do? Please, guide me once more, I beg of you." Comes his own shaky answer.

"I'm scared."

Your sobs break him further and you see his resolve crumble.

"Take us, just please. I beg of you. Stop hurting her." His lips tremble as he bows, surrendering for the first time in his life.

For you.

"Good choice."

The rest is a blur. Your body thrown to Garen like a vulgar toy makes him nearly lash out but he remains calm, your form cradled in his arms gently through the length of the way to the Freljord. The cold biting you as you curl up in his arms, his voice comforting you softly while he looks ahead, eyes glossing over when he looks down to your broken form. Your neck and jaw blooming deep purple bruises that fade to greens when you reach an old, abandoned outpost. The both of you thrown and chained in a cell, huddling together for comfort and warmth, your armors ripped from you as are your weapons.

"Why?"

"To have leverage against your people. What can they do without the two of you? They're left defenseless, not the Commander nor his right hand can save them now. Demacia is weak and now, they will listen. And they will learn. Never will we be hunted like animals and treated like mere cattle ever again." Sylas' voice is dark as he slams the cell's door close.

You shake and shiver, clinging to Garen like a lifeline as the chains shackling your hands and feet remind you of the one that wrapped around your neck weeks before. Your eyes stinging each time you look at them.

"I'm sorry, dove. I'm so sorry." He whispers again and again, day by day. "We'll make it, we always do. I won't let them hurt you. I promise."

Your voice never answers with anything but sobs, your body clinging to him tighter, tears wetting Garen's shirt while he holds you and caresses you. Never does his patience falter, never does he let go, needing your presence by his side as much as you need his.

You hold one another tightly, muttering words of comfort while you're desperately scraping by for any reason to stay strong. Your nation. Your people. The need to keep them protected and safe as you fight tooth and nail for them.

In the end, two weeks pass before you're taken away, screaming for Garen as you're placed in a cell far from him. Your voice raw and your nails bloody as you're dragged away from your sole source of comfort, of familiarity. From the man who holds you so gently even when the world grows cruel and sharp, cutting away at you two you until there is nothing left but scraps that you both piece back together. Again and again, no matter how much it hurts.

"Hello little lady." Sylas muses, every time he comes around. His voice cocky and his gait confident, he looks down at you with condescension. He usually only says this as he delivers your meals, simply entertained by your pathetic, shackled, curled up self. Panting from being beaten mere minutes before, more bruises covering your skin each day that passes.

"It's funny, isn't it. The two highest ranking soldiers of the Dauntless Vanguard dropping their credo just because they can't let go of one another." He teases on the seventh day.

"What do you want, Sylas." You spit out, trying to keep your voice steady even though the days without Garen seem longer the more they pass, minutes feeling like hours, hours like days, days like weeks.

"Simply to break your spirits. I have no information that I need from either of you, we're just biding our time until your King begs and grovels for you to come back."

"And what do you need from him?" You grit your teeth, tired eyes trailing to the man who crouches before you, currently patting your head.

"To change his fucking policy about my people, darling. Because unless what you believe, we're not evil. But hunt people down, chain them for long enough by their lonesome and torture them and you'll have a storm coming. That's how it works."

His hand grips your hair and tilts your head upwards to meet his limpid gaze. Ice cold like the sky in the Freljord.

"Then ain't it dangerous to do the same to the head of the military and his right hand?" You glower. "Maybe you're just stupid then."

"Oh no, darling. I'm not. You wanna know why?" He brings you closer, his facial hair rubbing on your cheek as he whispers in your ear. "Because if either of you tries something, then the other will die. If one of you is alive we still have our leverage, the rest is simply revenge."

And with that he drops you, your head slamming onto the stone floors, and leaves you with the knowledge of your current uselessness. There is nothing you can do without risking Garen and nothing he can do without risking you. You're on your own until the King sends for you.

If he even does.

Would you two be replaced, simple cogs in the war machine that has existed long before you and will exist long after your demise? Or do you two hold enough importance for the King to bargain and change the code that was born alongside your nation simply to have you back at the head of his armies.

Days pass, leaving you to stew in your own hopelessness as you are fed moldy bread, hardened by the cold, stale and given with a slice of whatever else they decided to accompany it with. You're given water like a dog, poured in a bowl they lay on the ground, kicked until you comply by drinking for it on all fours.

In this loneliness you're forced to acknowledge just how much you need Garen. Just how a world without him is harsher, unlivable, impossible to survive in as you shrivel up in his absence. Your feelings for him just seem to grow bigger and stronger in his absence, in this situation you are currently in.

You were content with just being his advisor and his duo once, his friend and nothing more. Content with the scraps of the man you desired whole. But the distance made you realize how badly mistaken you were, fooling yourself to not realize that your feelings of adoration and devotion ran much deeper than a crush, than liking someone. No, you love him beyond even the credo that is engraved in your flesh and mind, you love him above your King and your nation.

And so did he.

He had given up a chance to leave the band of mages without a leader, the chance to kill one of the most wanted criminals in Demacia and an entire group of arcane wielders, simply to save you.

And within the loneliness of your cell you come to the realization that you could have had him all along. Wasting time with stupid ethical reasons from an antiquated code of conduct while each day could be the last you spend by his side. While you could be loving him and him loving you instead of dancing around the question. Instead of interpreting every word, every breath, every reaction, every touch. Suffering when near, unable to cut down the growing affection, but even more when away, unable to handle distance. Both emotional and physical.

And he had probably been feeling just the same.

How cruel. Being blind to the thing that could make you happy, simply because of your reluctance to ruin something that couldn't be corrupted or broken, simply because of fear of being undesired while all signs pointed to the opposite.

"How is Garen?" You choke out at the end of the second week.

"Oh he's…Alive." Sylas muses.

"What have you done to him?"

"Oh stop behaving like this woman, we're just giving him some time alone. Now that I think about it…when did we last see him?"

The realization dawns on you that they haven't been feeding Garen, Sylas' grin as he leaves tells you as much. So you ration, bits of bread, meat and cheese shoved in the pockets of your pants for the next two days, skipping your single meal so you can provide him with one filling enough for his size, careful to keep it safe when more men come to paint your body black and blue.

On the dawn of the third week, you're dragged back to your shared cell, and the sight there is enough to make you want to claw at everyone, a rage stronger than you've felt before taking a hold of you. But you abandon it, wishing for no harm to come to Garen.

He looks sickly, like a shadow of himself. His eyes red and empty, his hair mussed as he sits still with his back to the cold stone wall and his legs stretched in front of him.

Your body is pushed, and you fall forwards, crawling your way to your friend as someone locks your chains to the wall fixtures, the door slamming shut behind you afterwards.

"Garen, hey."

His eyes snap to you in disbelief, he looks dreary from up close, his skin paler than before, cheeks growing gaunt, purple eyebags decorating the skin below his clear blue eyes.

"What have they done to you?" He croaks, his arms wrapping around you as his eyes tiredly trail over your bruised body.

"It doesn't matter. I'm here now."

"It does matter." His voice shakes, anger flashing in his eyes, his voice breathless and drawled, dry from dehydration. "Because you do."

"And so do you." You reach in your pockets. "I know they've been starving you, so I've been saving up food for you. It isn't much, but it should do the trick."

"How many days of food is this?"

"Two. It's fine, I'm alright. You take it. Please, Garen you haven't eaten in two weeks."

He shakes his head stubbornly, softness overtaking his gaze.

"No. Go on, eat. I'll be alright, but you need to remain strong and healthy okay? if not for yourself do it for me. I can't do much if I don't have you by my side."

"Garen, you've been starved! Please, at the very least share with me. I can't lose you either, I simply can't. We have to stay strong, the both of us." Your empty hand shakily goes to his chin, your thumb caressing his lower lip and pulling it open.

As soon as you rip some of the bread and put it along with cured meat in a reasonable portion, you place it in his mouth, doing the same for yourself. The two of you chewing, before one of Garen's hands slides to your hair, pulling your head to his, your foreheads touching gently.

After he swallows this first bite, his stomach screams in hunger, the first taste of food in weeks awakening his body to the extent of his hunger.

Claps resound in the room, your head and Garen's gaze snapping to the closing door behind you, Sylas sauntering in the room with his sadistic smirk. His eyes trained on the both of you with satisfaction.

"How cute, the lady feeding a starving dog. Now, don't stop on my account, this is too sweet to miss." He muses.

You glower yet you reach in your pockets again, repeating your previous actions until your pockets go empty.

"I'm sorry I don't have more." You sigh softly.

"Never apologize, dove. You doing this is already much more than you should have done in the first place. Thank you. For caring for me in such a way." Garen whispers to you, his forehead on yours once more.

"I came here for entertainment. So how about we stop whispering and start having fun, mh?"

The mage rips you away from Garen's arms, too weak to fight back, a kick delivered to your friend as you slam against a wall. Your bruised back sending wave after wave of white hot pain. You crawl back to the both of them as another kick is delivered, your arms wrapping around Sylas' ankles to prevent a third one.

"Stop!" Your voice goes raw from the yell. "Please, just stop. Hurt me again, do whatever you want to me, I don't care. Just don't hurt him." You choke out shakily. "Please stop hurting him."

When Sylas turns to you, you see the smug, self-satisfied look over his face.

"Look at this Commander, your Captain is protecting you! That's just heartwarming." He places a hand over his chest, swooning. "Oh, young love."

Your hair is grabbed, your body half lifted from the floor as your scalp burns from the sudden harsh grip. You grit your teeth, eyes closed in pain and fist clenching to not fight back as you repeat a mantra in your mind.

If you hurt him, he'll hurt Garen. If you hurt him, he'll hurt Garen. If you hurt him, he'll hurt Garen. If you hurt him, he'll hurt Garen.

"She's obedient too." He says with faked sweetness. "But I suppose that's to be expected from a good little soldier, mh darling?"

You open your eyes to glare at the man, his tongue clicking in his mouth at the sight of your sneer.

"Answer while I talk to you, darling." He grips your throat softly and you shake, visions of your fight against him coming back and forcing gasps to escape your lungs. Quick and harsh, like you are being choked and lack air.

But you're not, and don't. Even if your body reacts like it's the case.

"Let her go, Sylas. Can't you see she's had enough." Garen spits out, his eyes desperate as he looks at you and reaches up.

"She will have enough when I say she does. And that is when she answers me like a proper lady and answers when she's spoken to." He clips back, Garen widening his eyes as you are lifted up by your hair.

Your eyes grow wet with tears that soon break the dam of your lashes, dripping down your face, leaving trails of salt water on your cheeks that Sylas licks away.

"You disgusting prick." Garen glowers, trying to get up before the man holding you up chokes you further, your mind sent into a terrified frenzy, more tears running down your face along with cries for help.

"Shh, darling." He shushes. "Just answer, like you're supposed to and you won't get hurt." His voice is sickly sweet.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Yes, I'm a good little soldier." You shake, sobs escaping you as he hums in approval.

"Why?"

"Because I'm obedient."

"Good girl. See? That Wasn't hard. You should learn from her Garen, unless you want more harm done."

But as his hand travels from your purple neck to your cheek, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, you hear your Commander call out weakly and shakily from the ground.

“Fine, I'll do it." His eyes are glossy, chest heaving as he trembles, his hands twitching at his sides. "I'll do whatever you want just, please I beg of you, keep your hands off of her.”

Sylas drops you and Garen swoops you in his arms, cradling you to his chest.

"There you are. Good to see you've learned." The man caresses your friend's face softly, slapping his cheek haughtily. "Now. Why the hell didn't you take your chance, mh?"

Garen swallows, his eyes glaring upwards to Sylas. "What do you mean?" His voice is low, restrained to not let himself say something that could get you two punished, especially you.

"Don't play clueless, Commander. It doesn't suit you." The mage articulates slowly, his eye twitching. "You like your little lady friend. A lot more than you should. But that's why you haven't confessed, right? Because you're afraid of how you'll be seen, how she'll be seen. You wanted to do good by her, be a gentleman, treat her like a proper lady, but you've never found the courage to for gods know how long. But it doesn't keep you from wanting her, and you want her so gods damned bad, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't be protecting her like this. So willing to take all that I give you like a good little bitch."

His face gets closer and you curl on yourself tighter, trying to will yourself into disappearing from the room, making yourself as small as possible. Untouchable by the man breaching your space.

"I…I don't know what you mean."

The small slaps stop and Garen's face snaps to the side, reddened by the sudden strike from Sylas.

"Don't you fucking lie to me, King's Sword. Now let's try this again, shall we?" The man breathes, caressing your friend's face with a fake pout. "You want her, don't you?"

Garen's arms tighten around you before he sighs, kissing your forehead.

"I do." Weakly comes out of his lips.

"What's that? I didn't hear you."

"If I didn't want her to be mine, then I wouldn't be here, holding her bruised body while you still breathe. You would be dead and so would she. But….I can't- I can't let harm come to her." He rests his chin above you, the rumble of his chest soothing your tears. "I love her too much to be without her. I don't think I could live with myself."

Your head lifts and your gazes meet, your eyebrows raising as a hand climbs to caress his face.

"Garen?"

"I'm sorry I didn't say it before. And I'm sorry this is how you learn. I just didn't want to-"

"-Lose me?" He nods and you huff out a weak laugh. "I don't think you could have. Not then, not now, not ever."

His eyes widen, his mind quickly linking the dots together before his eyes gloss over once more, a soft sniffle escaping him as he rubs your noses together.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The way he calls out your name is broken, to which you respond with a multitude of soft "It's okay".

"I love playing matchmaker. Look at you two, aren't you just the cutest." Sylas swoons. "Now, what do lovers do, Captain?"

You shake as his attention returns to you, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"They….kiss?"

"Good girl. What else?"

Images come to your mind, flashes of nude bodies tangling, soft moaning and touches fueling desires further as you grow fuller and fuller. Garen's eyes staring at you, half lidded and filled with adoration, his name slipping from your lips as you whimper, his nails sliding down his back while his arms hold you closer and closer as if to fuse you within his body. It's hot, slow, deliberate and purposeful, the love you hold for one another making the moment nothing short of holy.

But your fantasy is cut short when a hand grips your jaw.

"What. Else?" Sylas spits out, his eyes slicing through you viciously. "I know you've got an idea, pet. Come on, don't be shy."

You swallow, throat now too dry, the hand at your jaw tightening. "…They make love."

You're rewarded with your jaw being freed from the bruising grip, the calloused hand now resting on Garen's head. Petting away like one would a dog.

"And he hasn't done that, has he? But you've wanted to for so long. Haven't you?"

You nod and Garen's hair is suddenly pulled, his head tilted upwards.

"Look at that, Garen. All's well in the world, the hero can have the girl. How sweet." His voice lowers to a rumble. "And you want to fuck her too, don't you?"

"Yes." Garen grits out.

"How badly?"

The man beneath you shakes, shivers racking through him as he looks down at you apologetically. "So much I touch myself to the thought of her."

A maniacal chuckle escapes Sylas. "And you finally have a chance to do what you've craved for so long. How serendipitous."

The man leaves your side before you hear him drag something back to you, a thud resounding as you look at him, now sitting on a chair.

"Now that we've established you two love one another, what's stopping you? Go on, Commander, take what's rightfully yours."

"How dare you?" Garen shifts, his voice biting as he brings you even closer. "We won't be doing this. Not here, and even less in your presence, you psychotic scum."

"Let me reiterate in a way that you can understand you mindless meat shield." The chair creaks as Sylas leans forwards, elbows on his knees. "You will fuck her, right here, right now. You have no choice."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll make you wish you had. If you'd rather be a coward than take her, I guess I'll have my turn. Take her for myself. Fuck her like you would never be able to, make her feel better than you ever could."

Garen tenses, his breathing heavy and loud. His face twisted by anger as he swallows, pure disdain setting every in his body.

"You fucking-"

"Such a foul mouth, Commander. If you don't want your sweetheart to pay for your actions, I suggest you don't try me. I'm offering you all you've ever wanted and that's how you reward me? By insulting me?"

Sylas leans back on his chair, his legs spread wide open as he looks down upon the two of you, his face stone cold as his patience runs thin.

"If you decide to continue that way I'll have no choice but to make you watch as you lose her to me, I'll make you see and hear all you will never be able to achieve. Call your pathetic display 'manners' or whatever you wish, I'll call it how it is. You're pathetic, and now I'll indulge as you break. I'll take away from you the chance I'm giving you so generously, to use her pretty little cunt like you've dreamed to while you desperately fisted your cock like a bitch in heat."

Garen struggles as he lifts the both of you off of the ground, his hands never leaving you as he uses his back to push himself up, backing the two of you into the corner the farthest away from Sylas that you can reach with your chains binding you to the wall.

"Or maybe I'll just make it worse on you. make you break her, make her see just how truly despicable you are. How beastly you can be. How monstrous. I'll have you ruin her for me, enact my vision, lay my claim through you. But you'll feel her, oh yes that you will. You'll obey or I'll take her from you and make you watch as I mold her to my shape and take away all you ever desired from her for myself."

Your throat goes dry, eyes wide as the conversation continues, Garen's arms protecting you from none of the horrible words thrown your way. Long gone is the vision of you, a noble soldier serving a noble cause, and you are reduced to nothing but a way to hurt the man you love. His grip tight, warm yet doing nothing to comfort you anymore as you're confronted with the cruelty of your enemy's creative mind.

Mages are beasts. Mages are monsters. And this simply proves to you that you are right in thinking so.

Bile rising in your throat in disgust as Garen goes to defend you again.

"I won't defile her just so you can have your fun, Sylas. She deserves something delicate, not your beastly ways. You may hate me and torture me all you want but don't you dare suggest something that involves her."

"I suggest you tone down on the rebuttals, boy. She's as much of a murderer as you are and thus she deserves this as much as you do. I'll do as I please with the both of you until I am satisfied to make you pay for all you've done. All the lives you took. Now whether she's delicate or not, I don't give a fuck. And the less you entertain me, the more you fight back, the worse it'll be for you."

The response is nonchalant, devoid of any empathy or humanity as you are regarded as a pawn in this vile game.

"Would you let harm come to her because you refuse to give in to your base instincts? Or better yet." The tone grows condescending. "Will you let Garen be hurt because of his inaction, when something so simple can be done? When you can enjoy each other the way you've craved for a long time. I will just be a bystander enjoying the show."

The chair creaks as he stands, getting closer.

"Or do you wish me to be more than that?" Sylas' hands trail up your ribs.

"Get your filthy hands off of her, you monster."

"Ah-ah." Sings the older man. "Wrong answer." His lips trail up your neck. "Try again, Commander."

The realization comes like a twisted epiphany. Sylas will not relent, he will use this weakness of yours to break the two of you, burn you alive until nothing is left but ashes. And a failure to comply will surely lead one of you to their demise, untimely, gruesome and sadistic, in the name of revenge. A death that will leave the other a shell of themselves.

But then comes the question of what would be left of you if you did go on with his maniacal plans.

Garen, the sweet man he is, will never touch you in a way that degrades or demean you. Preferring to care for you like a gentleman, his eyes never wild, his words always thought out, his touches soft and gentle.

And that would leave Sylas.

A man who would take and take and take, until nothing is left of you. A man who would hollow out a space for himself in your heart in order to wring it dry for his own pleasure. A man who would care not for your pleasure nor your comfort and only use you until you are nothing but a broken toy he wants nothing to do with anymore.

And that would be much more horrible than death for you. You'd rather die with dignity than live with yourself after such an event.

"Garen." You call out softly, your hand cradling his cheek softly, thumb caressing the edge of his jaw. "It's okay, you don't have to do it, you don't have to let him win."

"He'll hurt you."

"But you wouldn't have anything to lose anymore." Your voice is soft as you tremble in his arms. You fear your fate, but trust in his judgment, in the goodness of his heart with the whole of yours.

"Exactly. I wouldn't have anything." His eyes shake in panic, looking to Sylas. "I can't allow that to happen. I'm sorry dove, but I simply can't. I've gone this far for you, and I'll go further if you allow me to. I just need you by my side. I can't live without you. Please." His voice breaks as his gaze maps out your face, as if carving it beneath his eyelids to never forget it.

Your eyes widen at his words. He would let himself be humiliated, led around like a disobedient pet, simply to protect you from harm in any way.

"Do you truly wish to-"

"I can't, on my honor and yours, allow a man like him to defile you in such a way, defile your memory in such a way. I do this with the utmost respect for you as my second in command-" His eyes meet yours, locking your gazes in something so utterly loving that you can't help but feel your heart clench painfully. "-and as the woman I love. So please, please allow me to have you. Allow me to love you even if it's under duress so I don't have to suffer you being harmed any further. I don't think I can handle seeing you hurt anymore."

You take a second to breathe, to get your ideas in place after his display of devotion.

You can't fault him for doing such a thing, for begging in such a way, because you know that you would do the same.

"Okay." You unravel yourself in his arms and he gently sets you on the ground, Sylas stepping back to observe.

Your second hand joins its sister, holding Garen's face with all the gentleness you can muster as you lean on your tip toes, the man before you leaning down to meet you half way. The kiss is tentative, soft, a brush of the lips that is so shy it feels like a simple breeze. And when you pull away, you lick at yours, tasting the remnants of his warmth before locking your eyes with Garen's once more and diving back in. This kiss tangling your lips together in a slow, deliberate dance, your partner's hands holding your hips and encasing you in their warmth, slipping beneath your shirt to caress your skin while you taste each other's sighs and breaths. Tongues meeting shyly with fearful touches, testing the waters before they embrace one another.

Your heartbeat grows faster, Garen's touch electrifying on your bare skin as he pulls at the hem of your shirt, your face pulling away from his and arms raising to let him throw the article of clothing away. Your own hands helping in doing the same for him, revealing a scarred, chiseled chest, abs carved onto his flesh as if it were petricite. And your fingers lose no time in splaying over the taut muscle, hot and shifting beneath your touch.

"Gods I love you." Your name is uttered with the reverence of a preacher in church, praising his deity.

"As do I. I love you Garen, beyond what any words could express."

And your lips meet once more, still soft, loving and gentle, yet displaying more urgency. Your hands exploring the newly revealed skin, Garen's hand undoing your brassiere. His hands don't hesitate to hold and knead at the soft flesh of your breasts as you drop the article to the ground, soft moans leaving you at his ministrations. His thumbs roll over your nipples gently as his face leaves yours, the man kissing his way down your neck, softly sucking, kissing and biting his brand into your skin.

"You're divine." He gets to his knees, kissing down your clavicles, down your sternum, his hands thumbing at the hem of your pants as his mouth finds one of your breasts, suckling on it with a low groan.

One of your hands finds his hair, soft sighs leaving you as it pulls and caresses, the other one finding the belt and button holding your bottoms together and undoing them slowly. Garen's eyes find yours as his lips lavish your other breast and a soft groan escaping his throat in both affirmation and question. Your nod is the only answer he needs as the hooks his thumbs over the hem and pushes it down to your feet, a small movement from you kicking them away.

Garen's lips make their way down again, passing your stomach, down to the last piece of garment you are wearing, his teeth biting the top of it as his eyes never leave yours. He tilts his head down, shifting his body alongside it to pull your underwear down to your ankles, kissing his way back up like a penitent wishing for absolution.

You kneel before him, copying his ministrations as you mark your way down his body, your breathing heavy with nerves and desire as you taste his skin beneath your tongue, your mouth soon feeling the trail of hair below his navel. Your fingers softly pull away at the ties of his trousers and hook around their hem as wall as his drawls', pulling both down as you placate your chest to his, your head tilting up to meet his lips in yet another slow, adoring kiss.

Shivers make their way through your body as you feel him, hot and heavy against your stomach, a moan escaping your mouth only for Garen to taste it, groaning back at the sudden friction on his member. Your hands gripping at his nape and pulling him in further as he gently lays you down on the cold stone, his skin hot as he cradles you close, his lips biting at yours and his tongue lavishing your own before he is forced up.

"As adorable as this is, I'm growing bored. And you don't want that now, do you Commander?" Sylas groans, his hand shoved in Garen's hair before he drops it, gently caressing your hair with false care, his smile soft but his eyes mocking.

You pant, thighs clenching as you look down at the blooming bruises left by Garen's lips on your body and at the thin strip of saliva connecting your mouth to his.

"I'm sorry, dove. I'm so sorry." You shudder, your back arching as he kisses his way back down your body.

"I love you." He palms at your breasts, pushing them together only to kiss and lick while his eyes find yours once more.

"I admire you. Your strength, your devotion, your heart." He kisses down your stomach.

"You are the thing that I desire most in this world. Anything else be damned, the King, the code." He dips and kisses up your inner thighs, his arms hooked below your knees. "You're all I need. Now and forever. And I'll love you with all my heart, do all I can to engrave this fact in your mind."

That is when Sylas' hand takes a hold of Garen's hair once more, his other hand forcing your hips down as lips clash with your molten core. The sudden stimulation enough to make you pant and arch from the floor.

"A whore like you doesn't deserve to talk. But that'll keep you fed and quiet, won't it mutt? You were so hungry weren't you? Then fucking eat." He brings Garen closer, moving his head up and down to make his lips and nose brush against your entrance, up towards your bundle of nerves and back down.

The hands at your thighs grip you tight, your shuddering whimpers growing as Garen inhales, his own groans leaving him. Then you feel it, a tentative brush of his tongue on your clit, then a slight suckle from his plush lips, a nudge of his nose and a long, flattened lick going from your hole to your bud. The movement shy, apologetic, yet beyond pleasurable as your thighs clench around Garen's head and your moans grow.

It takes time, Sylas guiding his head further in your pussy, manually forcing the man between your legs to taste you. But Garen soon needs no more guidance, his lips no longer shy in their sucking, his tongue no longer tentative in its licks, even softly prodding at your entrance. His cadence the same imposed by Sylas. It's fast, desperate, yet even when the man takes his hand out of your partner's head, he continues. Eating a euphemism for the way you are being devoured whole.

Garen's eyes roll back, his groans devolving into moans as he mumbles muffled apologies against your pussy, lavishing it with his mouth, worshiping you as he brings his face closer, his hand gripping your thighs tightly. So much so that you can feel them bruise already, more needy sounds escaping your throat at the prospect of being covered in marks, at the feeling of being eaten by a starving man, at the sounds escaping him. So wet and messy, so hungry and desperate.

"That's it, what a good bitch you make, Commander. Losing yourself like a drunk does with his wine." Sylas is smug as he sits himself back down, his legs crossing and his arms resting on the back rest of the chair while his eyes remain trained on the two of you.

You've never felt such humiliation before. Forced to be left panting and writhing like an animal on the floor as you are ravaged under the command of your mortal enemy. It's shameful, to look into his sadistic gaze while moans are ripped from you under his words. Yet you can't find it in yourself to fight them back, to fight him back, to fight this pleasure.

Especially since Garen is the one so diligently providing it to you, drinking from you like a wanderer lost in the vastness of Shurima, finally setting foot in an oasis.

The man you've wanted for so long is now between your legs, lapping at you in such a way he seems more beast than man. Starving, a dark hunger taking him over yet leaving some of his humanity in the poison haze of lust overtaking his mind.

"You taste divine." He pants.

"I love you." He chants.

"Gods I wish that I had done this earlier. Felt you on my lips, devoured your sweetness and feasted on your ambrosia sooner." His groans reverberate through the whole of your being, rushing your heart, shocking your nerves.

You writhe at his words, each of them heavy with need, dripping with desire just like your cunt is in Garen's mouth, the man letting no drop go to waste as he savors each of them. He worships you, his hands soon caressing your body, wandering as if lost in the haze, his fingers finding your breasts once more to pinch and pull at the stiff buds standing proud on the mounds of flesh.

The tighter your thighs wrap around Garen's head, your feet locking like a vice behind his shoulders, the more he seems to lose himself. His murmured words of love devolving into grunts, his eyes squeezing shut as he indulges in your molten need. With his fervent passion, it doesn't take long for magma to flow through your veins like a volcano, a force of nature so powerful, so raw, so hot, that you feel scorched alive.

It builds and builds, like the pressure of a geyser and you tremble, your tremors spurring Garen on.

"Please."

"Oh what is that?" Sylas smiles wide at the broken plea escaping you, leaning down to mock you, his hand to his ear as he pretends to listen.

"Please let me come. Please I beg of you." Your eyes roll back, nails painfully clawing at the stone beneath you.

"Isn't that sweet, Commander? Your Captain is begging for you." Sylas's boot finds Garen's head, pushing down with its dirty sole. "What do you think you should do? Should you reward her for being so good?"

You feel Garen's head nodding with difficulty between the pressure of the plushness of your legs and the boot shoving him further into your pussy. The answer enough for your enemy to caress his head with his foot, the hard shoe messing up the King's Sword's already mussed hair as his hands find yours.

Fingers intertwined he fully breaches you with his tongue, his nose nudging your clit as he curls up and inebriating himself from your juices, your walls fluttering around the wet muscle. Your hands clench around his, your back arching from the hard floor as your eyes open wide.

You erupt, molten and all consuming pleasure turning your body into a blaze.

But Garen is unrelenting, his hands leaving their spot within yours, squeezing one last time in reassurance, so that one can press on your stomach to set you back down on the floor, the other one dipping below your bottom and unhooking from your thigh.

Hot fingers prod at your entrance, your overstimulated cunt twitching as they circle the same as his tongue does on your clit. Rolling it around like the sweetest of candies, broken moans now escaping Garen's throat as he inches a digit into your warmth. Imagining just how tight you'll feel around him.

His hips involuntarily grind against the ground, the sudden jolt of pleasure coaxing his teeth to nip at your bud, knuckles quickly slamming into you. You try to arch once more, your body running away from the overwhelming yet delicious pain of your ebbing orgasm, its electricity remaining within you as pleasure builds once more. Too much yet too little. Delicious and terrifying.

And you can't help but want more.

Your hips move against Garen's face, the digit inside you curling up, hooking and caressing a spongy spot within that has you screaming as it goes back and forth, another one soon following it in. Their thickness providing a stretch so delicious that you can't help but sing his praise.

"Gods, please. Please never stop. Please Commander, do what you must, do what you wish, but don't stop. You feel so good for me, so perfect. I love you. I love you Commander." Tears well up in your eyes, now glossy and hazy like the fogged stained glass of a church on a cold winter morning.

To Garen, you're as holy as one. The sight of you as divine as the Winged Protector and the whimpers and moans escaping your lips more beautiful than the most sacred of chants. And he makes sure you know it as he lavishes you with abandon, kissing your core as if it were your mouth, scissoring his fingers to coax your walls open. Readying you for his devotion.

No longer does he feel anger, Sylas but an echo in the back of his mind, drunk with your essence and overtaken with the most glorious of hungers. He doesn't mind the shoe on his head, forcing him further into you, letting him ingrain your smell in his nose, your taste in his mouth, your warm wetness on his face. He takes it as a gift, one that locks him to you as he feasts.

No longer does he feel eyes on him, judging, commanding, the words escaping the enemy nothing but a reason to indulge further.

No longer does he feel shackled by responsibility, duty, ethics, morals, by codes and manners.

No, all he feels is you. Your warmth beneath his hands and around his neck, your essence on his tongue and its smell permeating his senses. He can't help but grind his cock on the ground to provide himself pleasure, he aches for you, now more than he ever has. A simple taste spurring his starved heart into throwing himself into this bottomless, spiraling pit of pleasure he never wants to get out of.

He twitches, panting like a feral animal, your hole accommodating a third finger, joining the rest in their relentless stretching. The thick digits reaching places you never could, brushing against every spot that has you screaming out. Sobs finally breaking you apart as tears run down your cheek. You are drowning in pleasure, your skin hot against the cold air of the room, sensitive to every touch, every sound and your hands find their way into Garen's hair as you roll your hips on his face.

The sound he releases as you do that is nothing short of beastly. A growl shaking your already trembling body as he lifts his head.

"Come. Come for me once more, dove, I beg of you. Fill my mouth with your sweet essence, let me consume you whole."

You simply pant, gripping his head tighter and bringing it to you once more, your voice cracking at the strength of your moans as Garen's fingers speed up.

"And I thought mages were supposed to be the beasts." Sylas croons mockingly, delivering a soft kick to your lover's head. "Look at yourself, Commander Crownguard, becoming so similar to those you hate just because of some pussy. How pathetic."

The mockery does nothing but spur Garen on, his cock weeping between his stomach and the floor. His second hand leaves your stomach as he places it on your pelvis, his thumb rubbing your clit with hurried circles as whines leave his throat, his head now resting on your thigh.

"Please, dove. Please I need it. Give it to me, give me your pleasure. Feed me, dove, I'll be good to you, I promise." He mouths and bites at the inside of your plush skin

"Oh, poor thing. So hungry." The foot once on Garen's head pressing down on your stomach. "Give him what he wants, go on darling, ruin him. He's been such a good little mutt for us, he deserves his reward."

You unhook your legs from around your partner's head and slam one of your soles onto his back, forcing him to collide with the ground, a breathless groan leaving his as the whole of his weight slams down, crushing his cock under him. Your other leg spreads away from him so you can look down.

He looks positively ruined. His face is flushed and sweaty, shiny with your slick. His eyes pleading and his lips plump and red, drool escaping the corners of his mouth as he looks up to you with reverence.

"Garen." Your voice is tight as the coil in your stomach, burn now turned into a storm. Electric, volatile, sending shocks through every single one of your nerves. "Take what you're owed. What you deserve. Take me and my pleasure, take all I have to offer you."

"Please, dove. Please, may I cum? Please, I beg of you, I can't hold on anymore. I need you to allow me to-" He whines, the sound cutting his sentence short, his body shifting as he grinds faster, his muscle pulled taut with each shiver racking through him.

The sight of him so undone, the broken sounds he releases along with his begging, the feeling of your cunt stretching around his fingers, his thumb rolling around your clit and the remnants of your past orgasm all come crashing down on you. Your vision flashes white as a guttural scream is ripped from your lungs with the strength of your pleasure, your hands pushing Garen's face towards your core to drink every last bit of your desire, soaking his face with its strength before he latches his mouth on your cunt.

His own lust pushes him to the brink, every sight, smell and feeling destroying the walls of the carefully crafted fortress he has built within himself as he cums, his body jolting as he seeks his own end. Both his stomach and the stone beneath him sticky with his spent while his hands paw at you, leaving your inner thighs to grip the rest on you, caressing and holding on as if you were his lifeline.

He doesn't stop, his mouth devouring all you have to offer until Sylas rips him away from you, your body lifting and trembling from the all consuming pleasure you experience for the second time in a row.

"Now, now." The man scolds, fake sweetness dripping from his words like yours is from Garen's mouth. Your partner panting and whining like a puppy. "Behave, Commander. We're getting to the best part, so be good and get to your knees. Lest you want me to take your privilege away from you, mh?"

Your lover shakily gets to his knees and sits back on his calves while he shakes his head, his eyes deathly terrified.

"Please, no. I promise, I'll be good. I swear. Don't touch her, leave her to me please sir." His cock is twitching, angry and red, sticky with cum yet still hard, painfully so as he leans back to look at you.

"Isn't that cute, a fat cock for a pathetic excuse of a man. At least there is one good thing about you. Maybe you'll be able to please your Captain like the good little obedient bitch you are. But you'll do it on my terms, remember?"

Garen nods.

"Use your words, mutt."

"Yes…" Garen shakily mutters, his eyes still trained on you. Your hole clenching around nothing, the emptiness leaving you whimpering for more while your body begs for respite.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's a good dog. You learn so quick don't you?" One of Sylas' hands caresses Garen's face while the other brushing your pelvis, making its way to your core, your hips shuddering upwards at the touch. "You're so good for your pretty little girlfriend. But your mouth can only bring you so far, don't you want to fuck her? Look at how open she is now, I'm sure she'd feel so nice wrapped around you."

His hand dips from Garen's cheek to his neck, softly choking the herculean man, now brought to his knees and made a mess.

"So warm." Sylas drops his hand to the ground, scooping up some of Garen's come.

"So tight." He brings his fingers up to Garen's mouth, his other hand leaving you to grip at his jaw, his thumb hooking over his bottom teeth to open his mouth.

"Entirely yours." Coos Sylas, shoving his fingers in your partner's open mouth, letting him taste himself. "Only if you behave. Will you behave? Will you be good for her?"

Garen's eyes roll back at his taste, his tongue rolling over Sylas' fingers as he nods, a needy whine escaping his throat.

"Such a good little slut. Let her taste you and herself on your tongue."

And he obeys, on all fours your Commander crawls over you, one of his hands cradling the back of your head while the other wraps your thigh around his waist, greedily indulging in your lips. It's urgent, desperate, hungry. As if the both of you are starving animals. The combined taste of the both of you has your body arching towards his, broken whimpers mixing with shuddering groans as you grab him tightly by the shoulders, bringing him closer as if willing to mold yourself to him.

"Please let me fill you." He begs in your mouth. "Let me worship you. Tell me you want it, please, tell me you need it as badly as I do."

His cock is burning, heavy on your thigh as he rolls his hips down on you as if he were in heat. The great Commander of Demacia's Dauntless Vanguard, reduced to nothing but a pussy drunk pet, begging for more and never having enough but still the sweet man you fell in love with, full of adoration no matter how utterly gone he is.

"Answer him, darling." Your enemy crouches besides your head, caressing your burning face. "Or would you rather me being the one to ruin your sweet little cunt? Do you think he's had enough?"

No answer can leave you before Garen snaps his head to the man, his gaze holding primal rage while he rips off the unwelcome hand from your soft skin. A combination of hunger, desperation and anger swirling in the crystal clear pools of his eyes, dousing Sylas in their frigid waves.

"You will not defile her with your corrupt touch." He pants, chest heaving against yours, body curled above yours protectively. "You will not touch, taste or indulge in her. Or I swear-"

Garen's head turns, stinging with the force of Sylas' slap, glowering down at him, his gaze disgusted.

"Mind your next words boy. Because as entertaining as it is to see the both of you lose your mind in pleasure like cheap whores, I could indulge in your humiliation in a much different way." The hand returns to your face, sliding over your neck where previous bruises remain, both Sylas' and Garen's, love and hate leaving their traces on you.

Your lover's eyes widen, disarmed when you tense in fear beneath him, teary eyes now glossy for a whole other reason than his ministrations, the terror heightening each feeling.

"Don't. I'm sorry, please don't. Don't hurt her." Garen shakes above you, bringing you closer to him, his heat melting through your skin. "I'll do anything. Anything you want, just stop touching her."

His arms are ripped from you, your body laid back down on the cold stone as his shoulders are pulled back, chains tying his arms behind his back.

"That's your last strike, boy." Sylas' voice is dark, gravelly and hissed, eyes narrowed at Garen before his hand goes to choke him. "I expect you to put on one hell of a show if you don't want anything to happen to your sweetheart, Crownguard. You understand that, right?"

"Yes." Sylas snarls, Garen's eyes shaking as he looks at you, his fingers flexing as he suffers not being able to touch you, map you with his hands as he has until now, the chains digging painfully in his flesh. "Yes, sir."

The enemy hums, his hand leaving the younger man's throat. "I suppose it's commendable that you wish to protect your lover. Though it just shows how loyal you truly are to your country. Rendered useless and weak by a woman."

"She's not just a woman. She's.." Garen's eyes find yours. "..Everything. And I'd do what I have done again if I can have her by my side." His voice is soft as he utters those words, your arms bringing him down to your chest, cradling him close.

"How sweet." Garen's weight crushes you when Sylas stands up, stepping on his strong back and slamming his body down on yours, his cock brushing against your dripping core. "But dogs don't talk, now do they, pup? So I advise you not to bore or challenge me any further."

He pushes your lover further on you, Garen's hips unconsciously rolling against your weeping entrance as fear and arousal mix through your body in perfect amounts to keep you high, compliant, sensitive and desperate. Your own movements matching his.

"Do it Garen, it's okay." You whine against him, your hands pulling his head up to lick and bite at his lips, your own mind gone, coaxing your lover into giving in with you. "Fill me up, take me, claim me."

"Louder sweetheart, his useless little ears don't seem to hear you."

"Please Garen, I feel so empty." You shudder, clawing at his shoulders pathetically, your body rolling beneath his. "Need you so bad." Your voice echoes in the room, broken and meek, the taste of your lover's lips and the warm weight of his body leaving you craving more.

"Can't you hear her cries, Commander? Would you leave her wanting, trembling and begging for you? Would you leave her unsatisfied?" Garen shakes his head in response. "Words, mutt. Use. Your. Words."

"No, sir." Moans the immense man crushing you, panting in the crook of your neck as you drip on him, his twitches vibrating through your clit and letting tremors shake through your body.

"No, what?"

"Need to fill her, need to make her feel good. Need to feel her squeeze around me. Have to- please let me fill her. I can't wait, I can't stop. I don't want to anymore." Garen pants, his tongue licking at the salt of your skin, his muscles tensing.

A moment of silence passes before Sylas' gravelly chuckle cuts through the air.

"Then don't."

It's immediate. Garen's thighs wrap around yours, leaning back to line himself up. His eyes are hungry, yet restrained, his cock twitching against your fluttering hole until with a roll of his hips his tip catches on your entrance. You feel soft thrusts pushing it further.

The stretch is a burn, sharp and continuous, his length much thicker than you could have been prepared for.

You arch, your back elevating from the cold floor, your body suddenly feeling all too sensitive, the stone too cool, the air too electric, Garen's skin against you singeing its marks against yours. You feel like you are being slowly speared open with each movement of your lover's hips, just like the two of you spearhead the enemy forces on the battlefield.

He slides within you, the wait torturous as your muscle tense and your cunt clenches, the vice like grip making it much harder for Garen to slide within you yet helping at the same time, pulling him deeper.

And as soon as you feel his pelvis against yours he waits a moment, whimpering as his muscle shudder, his eyes wet with pleasure as he lets you adjust to his size.

"Didn't you say you couldn't wait anymore?" Sylas kneels behind Garen, holding his hips and pulling him away, your partner whining at the feeling of your hot wetness around his cock chipping away at the last of his consciousness. His head rolls back on the older man's shoulder, his eyes fluttering. "Then fucking ruin her already."

The mage pushes Garen back to the hilt. Buried within your core, you see something snap within your partner. His pelvis moving back and forth, dragging in and out of your cunt with hard snaps as your hands claw down his chest.

It feels good, too good, divine even. The drag of his cock stretching you open as his eyes grow wilder, Sylas stepping back to bring his chair closer and sit, his legs spread wide as he palms himself.

The shame left you long ago, the sight of the man taking pleasure in your fall from the heavens only amplifying the pleasure you feel. Every vein, every passage of Garen's crown, the curve of his length, his panted grunts, all provide more incentive to your desire. His hair is messy, he is sweaty and flushed, your nails leaving their marks besides your hickies as he looks wrecked, feral, unlike anything you've seen before. But he is no longer pathetic and begging, no, his gaze is trained on you like a predator's just about ready to pounce on its prey.

And now that Garen has had a taste of you, his hunger runs deeper than it ever has.

You feel it in the growing speed of his thrusts, shaking your body as he falls forwards, his form curling over yours as he shoves his face in your neck. Grunts changing to growls, long gone are the soft whimpers and the lovely words as he carves out a Garen shaped hole within your core, pulling at everything else within your mind, your body and your heart to only leave space for himself. Overtaking everything that you are.

And you feel nothing but sheer, untamed pleasure.

Losing yourself in it as you squirm beneath the large man, unable to wrap your legs around his hips as he holds them in his, you are unable to escape the stimulation. And unwilling. Your moans growing louder, breathier as you feel him bruising your cervix, knocking at it with his cock as he fucks you like a raging bull. Provoked until he loses all sense of self and simply rushes in, destroying all in his passage, your insides the fortunate victim of his assault.

"Go on mutt." Sylas squeezes himself through his pants, hard and twitching through the fabric as he watches you get ravaged. "Tell her how good it feels to stretch her open."

Garen's eyes are black as you look down, his pupils devouring the blue of his eyes just as he has devoured you mere moments ago. His body rolling with wild abandon above yours while he slams into you, somehow still feeling like he is pushing deeper and deeper each time.

"Fuck. Dove, I love feeling you open up for me, loosening up around my cock. "

"That isn't all you want to say, now is it?" Sylas opens his trousers, spitting in his palm only to trail his fingers down his chest, his hand dipping below the hems of both his bottoms and his undergarment to pull his member free. A relieved sigh

"No..."

" Then say it. Say how much you love her clenching around you."

"I adore the feeling of your pussy quivering around me every time I thrust into you."

"You love ruining her don't you, slut?" Garen nods in your neck, heaving as he drives his hips harder and faster at the words.

"I can't get enough, I need to mold your cunt to my shape. Please, dove. Please let me ruin you." His lips find your pulse, mouthing hotly at it, his tongue tasting your skin.

Sylas groans at the sight, his palm passing over his angry red tip, wet from spit and his pearling precum, his other hand brushing through his hair and tugging as a smirk slices through his face.

"Tell her to moan louder. Tell her to let go." He pants, his eyes half lidded as he strokes himself to the relentless rhythm Garen imposes on your body.

"Go on Dove. Sing for me, chant in pleasure and show me just how good I make you feel when I ravage you. Say my name."

"Garen..." You whimper brokenly, hands sliding to Garen's biceps to hold on for dear life, your nerves lit on fire with each new roll of his hips.

"It isn't enough isn't it?"

"Louder, dove." Your partner is mindless, following Sylas' words like the code the two of you have followed for many years within the army, his devotion to your country's laws that has already waned for you fully crumbling under the all consuming desire to claim you.

"Garen!"

Your eyes roll back as he takes himself out of your molten hot cunt, dripping and clenching deliciously around him as he slams himself back in, setting a punishing pace. You squeal, your head slamming on the hard floor as you try to catch the breath he just knocked out of your screaming lungs.

"I said. Louder." You feel your stomach raise and bulge at the sheer size and violence of him, losing more of himself in his chase for ecstasy.

You aren't much better, your mind fully turned off, nothing else matters now but the feeling of the man above you molding you to his shape, using you for his pleasure as he rips yours from your quaking body.

"Please Garen, fuck! Need you, need you so bad. Please don't stop." Your voice grows louder, tears escaping you once more as you float in the haze of your own lust, mindless, greedy and needy, all that the rules you previously abided prohibited you to do.

"So obedient, Commander. She deserves praise." Sylas squeezes himself harder, licking his lips at the sounds you make, each hum, each moan, whimper and whine spurring both him and Garen on further into their endeavor. Ruining you for themselves, each in their own way.

"Good fucking girl. Let's keep it that way, mh dove?"

"Yes Garen. Thank you. Thank you, thank you. Please, destroy me and piece me back together. Carve my insides so no one else can ever take me but you."

The man suddenly leaves you, his body no longer crushing yours and his legs unhooking from your thighs, the emptiness you feel within suddenly jarring, forcing you to squirm on the ground while you beg for more. But you don't have to, not for long as you see Garen lean back on his haunches.

"Legs up on my shoulders. Now."

Your eyes widen at the darkness within his, baited breaths escaping his lungs with urgency? His muscles shift and his cock twitches heavily, your slick leaving a sheen on it as it drips precum on your stomach.

"Now, dove."

You snap out of your stupor and lift your shaky legs to Garen's shoulders, his body immediately bending above yours as he dips his head to the crook of your neck, his teeth teasing your flesh before his hips snap to yours. His length enters you once more, his jaws snapping and trapping some of your skin in their bite, breaking the skin and using it to hang on to you without his hands. This time he doesn't leave time to accommodate the burn and immediately begins thrusting into your warmth, the new position making you feel him much deeper.

Each vein, the drag of his skin as you clench on him, his tip pushing against your innermost parts. He fucks you like a feral animal, all caution thrown to the window as you sob for him, singing his praises and crying out his name, his answers given in the form of choked out grunts, moans low and huffed.

Meanwhile the mage' stomach shudders his own groans growing louder as he tastes the fingers he used to touch your weeping cunt before, his eyes rolling back and his hips rolling into his hand. His form suddenly getting up and kneeling besides your face, the sight of his cock dripping on you making you open your mouth. Unwilling to waste a single drop of what he has to give.

"That's it, sweetheart. Open wide."

Your tongue barely has the time to taste a drop of the bitter liquid before Garen pushes Sylas away with his shoulder, his mouth finding yours to kiss away the offense just done against you. The insult corrupting your velvet tongue washed from your taste buds, his face coming up as he lets his spit drip in your mouth, overtaking your taste buds with the metallic flavor of your blood.

"Close your mouth. Don't you dare let him in, you'll taste me and only me, dove. Do you understand?"

You nod at Garen, moaning as his thrust roll into that one spot within you, the same he caressed within you earlier while stretching you open on his fingers, your body tensing and trembling as he goes to bite your neck again.

"Good girl-" His sentence is cut short as Sylas grabs his hair, pulling his head back and presenting his cock to the larger man who immediately glares as his cheek is slapped with the twitching length.

"Go on. Since you won't let her have a taste, do it yourself. Open that disgusting little mouth and taste me, Crownguard. Either you do it, or she does, your choice Commander. right now i feel like she'd love to taste just about anyone's cum with how well you're fucking her. Good Commander, you've made your girl into a pretty, mindless little slut.”

Garen's eyes trail to you, his eyebrows furrowing as his lips turn down to a soft frown, his body dipping back to you despite the sharp tug on his hair your own face screwing as the words hit hard through your sensitive haze. Not only your body but also your heart feeling more than ever before.

"Dove, don't listen to him. You're far from being anything he says, you're beautiful, precious, intelligent. You matter more than anything you can give, yet all you ever do is beyond perfection. His words mean nothing, let them pass they're worthless-"

"Are you going to start crying next Crownguard? Ha! Don't bore me with your soliloquy, Garen. Ruin her or I'll do it for you, and I'll have her scream my name so loud you will never look at her without the sound of her voice whining for me ringing in your head, without the sight of my cock stretching her open engraved behind your eyelids."

Garen's face twists in anger as he straightens back up.

"You won't speak about her in such a way again."

"Seems like the mutt grows a spine for his bitch doesn't he? I'm going to teach you not to bite back at me, boy." Sylas presents himself to Garen once more, his hand tugging painfully at the brown locks as he rubs his precum over the younger man's lips, leaving them with a glossy sheen. "Now open up wide and take it or she'll pay the price for your insubordination."

Your lover stills within you, his eyes gazing at you longingly before he looks up, lips opening to accommodate Sylas' length as he bends down to take it in his mouth.

"And don't you dare fucking bite, because it'll be more than her sweet cunt that I'll take if you fuck up. One. Last. Time. I've already been too gracious to you." The mage's eyes roll back as he feels the warmth of Garen's throat, immediately shoving himself and using the mouth holding him as a toy. "Now go on, fill her up. Don't mind me."

The sight before you is as glorious as it is dirty. Sylas' hips snapping against the Commander's face as he ruts into you, your back rattling at the sheer strength behind each thrust. Garen chokes yet learns to relax his throat and swallow around the older man's length, the sounds of his mouth sloppily sucking mixing with the wet slaps of his hips against yours, his whines, Sylas' growing groans and your own pathetic, broken moans. Your mind unable to register anything but the pure eroticism of the scene and the unbridled pleasure you feel. Your body shaken down to its every atom, shaking as your veins pump lava in your body, your nerves frying from the sheer amount of electric ecstasy running through them.

"Garen." You claw down his chest, your body writhing as you come closer and closer to the brink. Your voice is breathless, whiny, and broken as you arch up, calling out to your lover like a believer does their god. "Garen please, please I need it. Please give me everything. Please."

His sounds are choked and muffled before Sylas slides his mouth off of his cock.

"Go on, answer." Comes his snappy answer, rough and gravelly with the need to meet his own pleasure. "Tell your dove to come around you and milk you dry. Cause that's what you want right, mutt? And she's been so good, hasn't she."

"Yes, sir."

"So fucking say it."

Garen swallows, his throat rough from the treatment as his hips snap against yours with more fervor.

"You can do it, dove. That's it, you can let go for me. Come around my cock, let me bleed you dry of your pleasure, let me bring you to ruin. You can do that for me, can't you? Then be good and come for me, soak me in your juices and clench around me to milk me dry like I know you can."

And at his breathless answer your body goes slack, loud sobs ripped from your throat as you gush around him, your nails digging bloody crescents into his shoulders.

"Gods, let me fill you up, dove. You can take, it can't you? You can take being stretched full and filled to the brim by my come. I know you can. Because you're perfect for me. You're tightening around me so well already, it's like you're begging for it. But don't worry, I'll reward you, I'll reward you for being so utterly perfect for me, dove." Your needy whine is enough of an answer for him to double over, his thrusts growing sloppy before he buries himself deep within you, his tip molding to your cervix as he empties himself. The heavy, molten feeling of his cum filling you up pushing you past the delicious pleasure of your orgasm, the pleasure now past the threshold of mind numbing. Your mind fully gone as you float in an ocean of ecstasy.

"Swallow, mutt." The mage shoves himself down Garen's throat one last time, reaching past his own brink and flooding the warm mouth entrapping him with bitter spent. Sylas' cock pulled out as soon as he finishes while your lover chokes on air, face screwed at the taste and humiliation of what had just been done to him.

The three of you are left panting. Your body a puddle on the floor as Garen leaves the warmth of your cunt to bend over you, lavishing your body with kisses, nuzzling his face against your skin.

"I'm so sorry, dove." He mumbles exhausted against your skin, his blue eyes now back to their usual state as grief paints his face, shame and fear swirling in his eyes before you cradle his face. Bringing him back up, your lips meet his, wiping away at Sylas' taste the same way he had for you.

"I'm glad it was you." You breathe on his lips, your touch shaky before your lips reach his, your kiss filled with adoration. Slow and sweet, filled with as much emotion as you can muster at this very moment. "Even if it had to happen this way."

"Gods, you two make me sick." The sound has you and Garen snap your head to the side, Sylas tucked back into his trousers as he gets up with a sigh. "But you did keep me entertained, so I will not complain."

He reaches into his open vest, pulling out a letter, throwing it to the ground besides you.

"Your king accepted our terms." He hums. "I suppose you were as important as you seemed to be. How fortunate for you."

He scoffs while he undoes the chains holding Garen's hands together. The man immediately taking you in an embrace, shielding your body away from Sylas, his form dwarfing and hiding yours.

"What are they?" Your voice murmurs, tired and strained, your body trembling as you begin to grow colder. The heat from your passion fueled activities slowly ebbing away.

"To change your code." He grunts, getting back up and regarding your intertwined bodies with disdain. "Thou shall not kill mages anymore, no more witch hunts, no more senseless murder. We'll depart in a week's time to bring you back to the edge of Demacia. Behave until then."

He grips at the chair he had brought with him, dragging it along with you as he leaves.

"If it means anything." His voice calls out, his eyes narrowed and nearly glowing, visible even in the dim room. "You two may not be as rotten as the rest of them." And the door slams, loudly and heavily before you are left alone with Garen.

His arms hold you close as he whispers apologies and sweet nothing in your ears, and although you know you should be ashamed, disgusted and terrified, you can't find it in yourself to feel this way. And it may be because of the exhaustion, or because of the delight you feel in finally being held in Garen's arms as a lover, but that is a problem you wish to not confront for now, simply basking in his devotion.

So, as your lover's warm hands caress you with the same gentleness they always hold for you, you feel yourself being pulled to sleep. The cold ground and air nothing against the warmth of Garen's body.

"I love you." You weakly call out, your face nuzzled in his chest, voice muffled as you listen to his heart beating.

"I love you too." His chin is softly laid on the crown on your head after his lips find your forehead, his deep breaths rocking you against his chest. "More than any words can say. When we get back to Demacia, perhaps I could…properly court you? I don't think that I could go back to hiding myself after today. I already ran away for too long, and I can't let anything come between us anymore, not even myself."

You smile tiredly, kissing the spot above his gentle, golden heart. Your head turning back to lay on the soft muscle soon after.

"That'd be nice… Finally being yours."

His arms wrap tighter against you and you feel him nod as exhaustion finally overtakes you.

"Yes, dove. It'd be nice."

No matter how hard and cruel the world is. How painful or shameful it may make you feel. It'd be alright if Garen is by your side. You are Demacia's strongest soldiers after all, and your might remains strong, even through the harsh storms willing to capsize you. You’ll come home together, and you’ll rebuild yourself by his side, even if your nation changes around you. You’ll have his heart and hold it dear as he will yours, and the two of you will find a way to make it as you always do.

Yes. Despite it all, you'd be alright.

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Save Demacia (Part Four - Finale)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Garen X Reader

Warnings: Violence

Summary: Meeting Sylas is not something Y/N ever expected, but the world throws the most unexpected things at you. What will happen when she is taken by him to bargain with Demacia?

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Sylas taunted me, circling me with a smirk covering his lips, “Whatever are you doing here?” His finger raised to trace my jaw, “Demacia not good enough? Garen not good enough?”

How did he know...?

“Leave him out of this.” I spat, grabbing his hand and forcing it away from my face, only for him to chuckle.

“I’ll give you two choices, Y/N. You either join me, or-“

“No. Never, even if my life depended on it.” I interrupted him, not wanting to hear his other offer.

“Well, it just might.” He smirked again, binding my wrists together with some sort of magic, covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming as I thrashed around in his grip before eventually falling unconscious.

~

I awoke god knows how long later in the arms of Sylas.

All I could hear was marching, no talking at all. The wind blew through me, making me shiver. My eyes failed to open, being too drowsy to force them open.

My head hurts…

“Demacia!” Sylas yelled, finally halting. “I have a proposition for you.” His voice boomed, worsening the pain in my head.

I finally managed to force open my eyes.

The first thing I saw was Garen holding Lux back, surrounded by the entire of Demacia.

“You leave me and my army alone, in return for this mage.” He said, dropping me onto the ground which earned a grunt from me. However, my body felt too weak to actually move.

“Y/N!” Lux yelled, doing her best to push past Garen who firmly held her back, eyes not looking at me but instead glaring at Sylas.

“And if we don’t?” Prince Jarvan asked him.

“Then,” Sylas said, applying pressure onto my ribs as I quickly lost my breath, “she dies. Right here, in front of all of you: her best friend, and her boyfriend.” He finished, chuckling at Garen’s eyes widening.

“Garen,” I heard Lux’s voice throughout the entire commotion, “we have to do something!”

“I know.”

“So, what shall it be?” Sylas yelled, finally removing his foot from my ribs as he began to cough.

“We refuse your offer. One mages life is meaningless to us.” Jarvan spat.

My eyes never left Lux and Garen, watching their bodies go rigid and faces fall in panic.

“Very well.” Sylas grinned, grabbing me by the neck and lifting me off my feet. “See here ladies and gentlemen!” He yelled, each second it grew harder and harder to breathe. “Watch before your eyes as this young ladies life drains from her eyes.”

I can’t… breathe.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, I felt my body fall to the ground, quickly followed by a groan from Sylas.

“Not on my watch.”

Trynd…?

I did my best to turn around, and there stood Tryndamere and the entire of the Freljord army, all of them looking ready to fight. Within seconds, they were running at Sylas, managing to pin him to the ground, Demacia’s army running forward to help them.

I felt myself being picked up into a pair of strong arms just as I finally lost consciousness.

~

“She’s a good girl, Garen.” Was the first thing I heard as I began to wake up.

I know that voice…

“I hope you look after her.” The same voice continued.

“I will, thank you for your assistance.”

It was then I was able to open my eyes, seeing Garen and Tryndamere talking to each other, Lux sat in the corner.

“Y/N!” Lux’s voice caught all our attention and she rushed towards me, pulling me into a tight hug.

I felt wetness fall onto my back, concluding that Lux was crying.

I gladly wrapped my arms around her, having been missing my best friend, “Don’t cry, Lux. I’m okay.” I managed to croak out, throat slightly hurting.

“I-I thought you wouldn’t make it.” She sniffed, pulling away to place her hand on my cheek as though she was checking I was here.

“I’m okay, Lux. Don’t worry.” I smiled, “Are you guys okay?” I asked the three of them, Lux now pulled back so I could see them all.

“You just woke up for the first time in a week and you’re asking us if we’re alright?” Trynd chuckled, patting me on the shoulder in amusement.

“We’re fine.” Garen said quietly, eyes gazing into my own.

We all sat in silence for a moment, only to be broken by Lux.

“Well, I think that’s our cue to leave.” Lux cleared her throat, signalling towards the door while facing Tryndamere who nodded, quickly leaving the room.

“Thank you.” Was the first thing to leave my mouth as the door slammed shut. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.” I admitted, my gaze falling onto the ground as I nervously played with the sheets of the hospital bed.

Garen pulled his chair closer towards me, gently taking a hold of my hand as he ran his thumb across it.

“We don’t know what would have happened had it not been for the Freljord.” Garen smiled slightly, “They were the main reason we were able to detain Sylas.”

“You detained him?” I asked in shock, surprised they had managed to do such a thing.

Garen simply nodded, patting me on the hair.

“Yes, we were.”

I simply nodded, pulling him into a hug.

“So, what happens now?” I asked him as he began to explain what would happen to Sylas, only to be cut off by yours truly. “I mean to me. Surely they won’t accept me for being a mage. Everyone knows, Garen.”

Garen nodded, “That they do.” He sighed, thumb still running across the back of my hand, “But, you’re under our protection and you’re a Crownguard.”

“A Crownguard?” I asked him.

“If you want to be.”

In Garen’s hand was a velvet box, which he opened to reveal the most beautiful ring I had ever seen in my lifetime.

“Happily, Garen.” I smiled brightly which he returned, pulling me into a tight hug.

“I love you, Garen.”

“I love you too, Y/N. I always will.”

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Garen, what will happen when you eventually tire of the front lines? When your bones ache and your armor becomes too heavy? Will you have found someone to take care of you? A heir to take up the obligation of the Crownguard?

I’m not sure yet but I will retire when the time comes. As for someone to take care of me, I feel doubtful.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

May I please have Yasuo and Darius relationship headcanons for a female s/o?

YASUO

Yasuo is a traditional man who’s rather shy and awkward about anything relationship-related, especially now that he’s deemed a fugitive and a criminal.

He’s incredibly grateful that you don’t believe him a criminal, but you believe his story and that he was framed - It helped him trust you.

When/If Yasuo trust someone, he trusts them for life, and now, you hold his heart in your hands entirely.

He would like to take things slow and steady, since he’s not very experienced and has to make things right and proper, and hope you won’t get bored and leave him.

He truly treasures you and wants to learn how to make you happy because you deserve it and he’s in complete bliss every time he sees you because he’s finally found that one person who actually loves him for who he is.

Yasuo would cherish every single day when he can spend time with you, walk through the forest, stay at ease, enjoy a nice picnic and play the flute for you.

Please, for the love of everything right in this world, take off his hair tie and play with his hair - He will fall asleep in peace for the first time in ages.

Please read to him books you love, he’d enjoy it so much you have no idea - So much that he’d read the book himself and then quote it to you every time he’s given the chance, just to see your reaction and/or if you catch on

---

DARIUS

He’s very hard on everyone, especially himself, but that’s because of everything that he had to go through.

Everyone knows he has a soft spot for his brother, despite his annoying and narcissistic self, but it’s always been them together, and there was nothing separating them.

If he opens up to you about his past, then you clearly mean the world to him, since nobody else except Draven knows everything.

His heart is very tender and fragile, deep down, protected by titanium walls, so please hold it carefully next to your own and show him that love isn’t a weakness or a disadvantage as he claims it to be, but it can be a very powerful fuel for strength.

Draven would be incredibly proud of Darius and would love to hang around both of you, or even only with you, seeing that he doesn’t really have proper friends, and this is his chance to brag about how cute Darius was when he was young, without fearing that it would embarrass his brother (too much) or anything of the sort.

He would pretend to be annoyed by his brother hanging around with you, knowing full well that he’s going to talk too much and whatever, but when he knew you both weren’t watching, he’d have a soft smile on his face, happy that his brother and his lover are getting along so well, and making him feel like he finally has a family again.

With everything that’s been going in his life, he’d be extremely protective of you (of course, Draven too, but he’d make more of a bravado, letting Darius handle everything) and would try to keep you safe and around him or a safe place as much as possible.

He won’t admit it ever, but he loves cuddling with you, holding you close to his chest and you holding him in your arms, kissing his face and smiling sweetly at him every night you go to sleep, or every day you wake up with each other.

[leagueimagine]

if requests are open, may i request headcanons for garen and a s/o who's a mage? feel free to skip it if u find it challenging;;

You and Garen have been childhood sweethearts since you know each other, Lux would always tease you and him with that with little songs and kissing gestures. 

But when you reached teen years, your magic powers start to show up, you’re scared but excited about it, you had no idea that it could bring so much problem for you or your family. Still, you went to show Garen, he’d be admired, you thought, but that doesn’t happen. 

You haven’t seen him on years, every little gift he gave you on those good times have been kept, you still love him so much... Sylas know that. The other mage wants you to help him, and maybe taken by the anger you accept help him, Demacia took everything always from you for nothing but fear of your magic. 

Meeting Garen again was not... expected, sure always told you he’d be a general someday but you two just freeze, staring at each other miles apart unsure of what to do, but the battle doesn’t wait to explode in front of your eyes.

While casting spells around, you feel yourself begin pulled asides, Garen holds you against his body with an angry expression but eyes full of worry. “You’re alive.” He mumbled, you two stood there for a second before he tugs you on a tight hug, maybe it’s not just you that still loves him... 

[nightmarerosely]

Hey! How are you? Could i get a fluffy Garen x f!reader? :)) Maybe he’s on a conquest and just finds the reader just buying things at an outdoor market and they just kinda click? Maybe go on a little date?

Sorry that it take me so long to answer but I got ill, I like Garen so it was fun to write more about him. I hope you like it. ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

Garen x female

soft and fluffy

Garen is on his way to conquer a Noxian village close to the border. They keep everything relatively neutral, and Noxian soliders are rarely there. So Garen hopes to get the territory without a bloodbath and see the woman who he was looking for.

You walk to the market to buy supplies for your mother she catched a cold and you want to cook for her later, luckily she lives close to you. You enter the bakery and look around ”Hello Mylee. I take the usall and... some sweet bread.“ Mylee is smiling into your direction ”Sure!“. After a few minutes you leave the store and walk to the village center to breath the fresh air, you sit down on the fountain rim. Closing your eyes for a second and just breathing in.

Then you hear people whispering in shock, immediately you open your eyes. You see Damacian soliders with their commander they ride in your direction. You stand up right away and try to focus, shocked you go fast away but try not to run. There are Crownguards, and you totally don't want to mess with one. They want something from your mother for sure and she is not in the constitution for it. Headshakeing you walk to your mother's house she is the village mayor, there aren't kings in Noxus. ”Mita? I'm visiting!“ you hear coughing from a room ”Urgh how did you get ill in the worst moments? Don't hesitate but Crownguards are here, I hope they just pass but when I have to I deal with them I will.“ your mother is sitting up ”Oh I don't know how I manage to, and do you know what they-“ then you hear knocking. „I have a bad feeling.“

You put your hair up and then go to the door.

„May I help soliders?“ you step outside and close the door behind you. „We are here to safe this village from Noxus.“ a blond girl with a stick and blue eyes is talking to you. ”Actully we are safe.“ she looks at you and she kinda lost her words. A quite tall guy pushes her carefully away ”We are here to claim the village for it's own and the kingdoms sake.“ Now you lost your words.

In the village hall you tried to talk about it without standing outside. ”Listen, we're not here to shed blood.“ you sigh ”You don't even know anything about this village!“ The Crownguard men stands up ”Then show me.“ you're suprised and perplexed. ”S-sure. Why not.“ he is good-looking so you feel humble doing something with him. You stand up and walk around the table to him. He is going outside and you follow him ”Whatever is going to happen, can I visit you again?“ you blush ”I-I don't even know your name.“ he smiles ”That's easy to solve, I'm Garen Crownguard. I already know your name, I came prepared. Or am I wrong y/n?“ you shake your head. ”Why ask me out?.“ you can see Garen think ”Thats not how you can conquer this are-“ ”Beacuse I think that you're cute.“ your suprised again. You see that Garens face got some color too.

”y/n?“ you jump up by Garens voice, you didn't heard anything from him in a week because of a war. ”Oh by the gods you're alive!“ Garen sits down and puts his helmet on the table. ”You thought they could kill me?“ he laughed and is joking around again. ”Surely not my mighty knight, I was just scared you've been hurt!“ you play with him.

”Should we go on a date? We didn't for at least a week.“ you smile and brush through his hair with your hand. ”You seem to agree. So then this evening under the tree close to the river. I have to still do some work... So I will leave until then.“ Garen stands up and does leave. What is he up to?, you think.

You grab a long thinn dress fitting for a warm summer evening. The river is kinda the border between Damacia and your village, but the tree is on their side. You go grab your horse from the stable and ride to the tree ”Garen?“ you jump from the horse and work closer to the tree, there you can see something like a picnic with a lots of food. ”Wow that's awesome I didn't expect so much!“ you sit down next to Garen and he cuddles you softly and gives you a kiss on your forehead. Then surprisingly Garen neels in front of you, and grabs a small box from his pocket. Is he proposing?! ”y/n, we know each other so long, do you want to be my wife.“ your eyes are tearing up ”Yes!“ you just say lost for words, Garen softly kisses you again.

Until you two get seperated and further.

Requests Open

[oneoftheextras]

OMFG GUYS GUYS PLEASE IM NOTOKAY IMNOTOKAY

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What We Want

Pairing: Garen Crownguard x reader (modern! college! au) written for @oneoftheextras to satiate his need for Garen

Summary: Desiring your best friend is one thing. But when he seems to act a little more interested than he should be, it makes it much harder for you to know how to behave. What if a silly little party game gave you the opportunity to finally tread the waters of what could lay beyond your friendship?

Warnings: Suggestive themes, blood, smut

Word Count: 18, 949

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Garen.

Tall, strong, kind-hearted, reliable captain of the rugby team Garen Crownguard.

Your best friend.

And the man you fell for. Like Lucifer fell with his angels while cast down from the Heavens by God.

But how could you not? When on the first day of University he had rescued you from being walked on by a throng of students after you fell on the very badly sized and angled stairs of the administrative building. He had caught your hand and used his unbelievable size to navigate you to safety out of the crowd, and even helped you care for the scrapes now adorning your hands. His stature betraying the gentle way in which he behaved.

"Hey, you alright there? You took quite the stumble, I hope you didn't get hurt too badly." He had said, looking you over once he sat you down.

"Yeah, the people plus the shitty stairs didn't make me the most balanced individual in Demacia, I fear."

"It's alright, all that matters is that you're okay."

You smiled back at him, his own glowing with warmth and care. "I am."

"And I'm Garen." His hand clasped yours as you answered with your own name.

"Are you sure it isn't knight in shining armor?" You laughed and he shook his head.

"Perhaps, but only for you, then."

"I'll take it." Your eyes met and laughs escaped you once more before you exchanged phone numbers.

You learned, on your first day in class, that Garen, built like the petricite statues of the heroes of Demacia, just so happened to also study political sciences in Durand University. Coincidentally in the same class as you, with the same optional courses as you.

He used that to his advantage, seeking you out as the only friendly face he knew when he took a seat next to you in class or asked to pair up for projects. And with how kind, soft spoken, wise and reliable he was, it didn't take long for you to fully warm up to him. The two of you soon never seen apart on campus, stuck together not only because of similar courses and schedules, but also due to a blooming friendship.

Soon enough he'd invite you to his practice.

And it's almost pathetic how you began to feel a crush brewing at seeing Garen in the small shirt and tight shorts. Muscles bulging, shining with sweat under the early autumn sun, bathing his strong body in golden light as the sun started to set. He was always spearheading his way through the field, his team play strong as he entrusted the ball to his teammates with abandon. And most important of all, he led the group with ease, imposed himself with the gentle strength you knew he held. Everyone in the rugby team seemed to hold him in high regards as if he were the commander of an army, and that respect, that power, made Garen all the more attractive to you.

Yet you remained silent.

You couldn't bear the thought of losing your friend, and not only because of your growing feelings, but because of the comfort he brought you. Your schedules matching, whispering to one another in class, calling and texting any time you were apart, sharing meals, watching him practice and your out of class hangouts were now a safe space. A part of your daily life you would give away for nothing in the world.

Confessing could mean losing him. Losing the warm hugs he provided at any time of the day, the coffee and pastry he brought to you each morning so you could have breakfast together. It could mean losing the most understanding, reliable and intelligent man you know, losing his trust and presence in your life.

Without him, life felt as secure as a boat in a storm, about to either capsize or be struck down by lightning . And as such, you would not dare to fathom expressing your feelings to him.

And it was already hard enough to do so while he was simply friendly.

So you simply enjoyed all you could as much as you could, like a hamster keeping a stock of food in its cheeks. Hoarding seeds that for you were the good moments that Garen so kindly offered you by his side, his smile brightening each and every one of them while his strong yet gentle voice created a rhythm which you danced your days around.

But lately he's been getting closer to you, not only metaphorically but physically as well. And it made everything much worse.

He'd come behind you and hold your waist with one hand as he reached towards a book you were struggling to get in the library, always walk alongside you with his big warm hand on the small of your back, cradled your face when your mind steered away from reality. He'd even lick his thumb and wipe away at some food that got stuck on your face as you ate, or kiss your cheeks with a softly whispered "good job" each time you got a good grade.

Although his behavior was as gentle and natural as it has always been during those moments, something had definitely changed. His eyes were veiled with something unknown each time you melted in his warmth, every time you blushed, stuttered and lost your words at his closeness.

Something that you could almost mistake for the same desire that has been eating away at you for three years now. A silly crush becoming infatuation, and infatuation becoming something way too close to love for comfort, lust soon following in a dangerous mix that you'd rather not acknowledge for fear of losing control over yourself and doing something you'd regret.

"Hey you!" Greets the sweet voice that has become an irreplaceable part of your daily life, arms wrapping around you from behind.

"Hey big guy. Aren't you energetic today?"

"Well, this week we finally get to go against the Roseguard Uni team, remember?"

Right, the yearly inter scholar meetup.

Once a year, different universities from all over Runeterra would meet up at the previous year's winner's campus and organize games and tournaments, whether intellectual or physical, during a whole week.

And as a matter of facts today is the first day of this year's edition.

"That's true, I'm not really excited to go against Noxus though. Last year's theater performance nearly got canceled because one of them found it funny to bring a real knife instead of a prop one."

"Which is why security is assured by the military."

You nearly choke on the coffee and pastry Garen brought you like every morning.

"Is it your dad's men?"

He sighs. "Yeah."

"Damn, that sucks." You giggle and pat the man comfortingly on the back while he huffs out a soft laugh.

"Yeah, ha ha. Very funny."

"It is. Your dad definitely can't know that mister golden boy is actually a great boys band member and that Fiora beat you at the spelling bee."

"You're lucky I don't hit."

"Gngngn, you're lucky I don't hit, gngngn. Bite me, Garen, you're just a pussy." You joke, bumping your shoulder against his arm while you look into his eyes in mischief.

Now. What you expect is just a roll of the eyes and a soft laugh, as it's what always happens when you tease the gigantic man. Yet today, you stop in your tracks, eyes widened and mouth agape.

"No, you'd like that too much."

And this man has the audacity to smirk.

"What?" You ask dumbly, stuck to the ground like a prey in a trap.

"Mh? Nothing. Come on let's get to class, if we're late this week they're gonna tear us a new one."

And all you can do is nod, your body starting back up from its unintentional shutdown as you jog to catch up with Garen's relaxed yet long strides, his hand meeting the small of your back while you two walk through the campus.

You throw your garbage out before entering the building, then your classroom. The space now crowded with the extra students from the encounter sitting wherever they can, leaving Garen and you to search for available seats.

"Over here." You turn your head to the sound, a honeyed warmth in the tone pulling you to catch hazel eyes.

Sitting in the far back is a tall man all messy licorice hair, honey skin and bulging muscles, someone whom you've got to know very well through Garen's rugby tournaments. So with a smile you walk to him, long cocoa and vanilla hair in a bun soon coming into your field of view as Garen passes in front of you to pull your chair for you like the gentleman he is.

"Hello, Jayce!" Garen's voice greets with calm joy, like the sun's rays on a spring day not too hot yet warm enough to bring comfort, and clasps a hand over the other man's shoulder. "Viktor, how have you been?"

"Hey boys." You smile at the two, Viktor smiling as he holds out his hand for you to shake.

"Nice to see you two in person again, I hope you know that we'll take the winner title this year." He smirks, the mole above his lips lifting while his eyes twinkle.

"Big words coming from you Mr. Valášek."

"Is it because I'm disabled?" He jokes, his accented voice drawling in the usual slow way he speaks in.

"Wouldn't you like to know pretty boy?" You chuckle, the banter flowing between the long haired man and yourself as besides you Garen and Jayce talk animatedly about their rugby encounters, Piltover and Zaun against Demacia happening this very evening.

But one thing is surprising, just like earlier when Garen teased you back, he has a certain look in his eyes. His gaze not at all trained on Jayce but at you before he returns it to his conversation partner when his eyes meet yours.

Strange.

The day passes quickly, classes turned to a more fun and engaging games that each school could gain points from in order to pick a winner by Friday evening, and you separate from Garen and Jayce. The men going to practice for the match later on this evening, your friend's hand on the dip of your back caressing you as he walks away.

"Is it me or Garen is acting different? Googly eyes and touch starved is not what he was like last year." Viktor asks from besides you and you sigh, shrugging a shoulder to seem nonchalant.

"I don't know. He's been very clingy and all for a few months. Can never go without a hand on me since then."

"Oh, I see..." Viktor smirks.

"No, I will not listen to any of what you are going to say."

"Maybe you finally have a chance."

"Lalala I'm blocking my ears and I cant hear you." He chuckles as you plug your ears with your fingers, walking ahead of him childishly.

"We both know you-"

"LALALA."

You wince as he hits your head with his cane, your body slowing down to allow him to catch up with you as you pull your digits away from your eardrums.

"But really, if he's acting like that, you may have a chance. I mean it could end up really well for you."

"Or horribly."

He sucks on his teeth, releasing a small "chip" sound, his eyes rolling before landing on you, gaze soft.

"You'll never know if you don't try. Remember, we have the goodbye party on Friday night. I think you can manage something there, get a few drinks in, play a few games, confess."

"You have a lot of confidence Viktor, I don't. That's the difference." You sigh as you get to your split off point, thinking about getting a quick shower at home before going to the match.

"Then…Tease him. Nothing too big, just trying to test the waters, you know? There will be plenty of opportunities then, just kinda try his limits this week, see if there's anything that would make confessing worth it."

You nod at his words, although you have kept your feelings locked away for over three years by now, maybe it's time to finally see if you got to cut them off or accept them. No matter what comes out, at least you won't feel like an infatuated high school girl anymore.

"Okay. Yeah. I guess I'm gonna try to…Rile Garen Crownguard up. If that's even fucking possible."

"Say it with more gusto."

"Yes my liege." Viktor's eyes roll back when you bow. "I'll tease the shit out of Garen to know if he wants me or not."

"Which he should, if he doesn't he's an idiot. Don't worry, I'll help." He winks, a smirk slicing through his face and lighting up his amber eyes in such a way they look like molten gold.

"Damn, wing man Vik? What's your price?"

"Seeing that I'm right is enough." He turns around and begins to walk away, waving you off with a quick "see you later" while you start to make your way back home.

The water is turned on nearly as soon as you enter your dorm, water pushed to the hottest setting so you can clear away your mind.

You've had a few romantic and sexual endeavors, sure. But none of them were your best friend, and none of them were Garen Crownguard. Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard of Durand University, son of Captain Crownguard head of the civilian protection part of the Demacian military, and the kindest, sweetest, funniest, wisest and hottest man you've ever had the honor of laying your eyes on.

And that made everything so much more stressful to you.

Would his dad send people after you? No, that was stupid. Although from what you know it's not too far from what the man's actually like. Would he tackle you and crush you into fine powder if you say something out of turn or boundaries? No, that's not his style. He's like a huge teddy bear and hates the thought of hurting anyone besides in rugby.

No, what could happen is either a very embarrassing rejection which will make you want to bury yourself alive. Or perhaps a complete rejection of you from his life, and that is unfathomable as much as it's currently taking form in your mind.

That would be miserable.

No. Wash those thoughts away, nothing will ever get done with that train of thought.

Plus Viktor would help, that's…a good thing? Probably. You don't know what his angle on all of this is, but with how clever his little engineer brain is he'll probably find a great idea.

He did.

After your shower you had taken some time to find a few good clothes, rummaging through your wardrobe and leaving your room in a hellish mess. Then ate a quick meal, packing a sandwich and electrolyte drink for Garen along with a fruit for after the game. Nothing grand, just what you always do to congratulate him for a, usually, hard fought victory. The only defeats Durand University had being against Noxus' Roseguard school, and even then you'd welcome him back to the bleachers with the little brown bag.

As you were about to leave your dorm Viktor sent you a quick message that had you perplex.

Science Twink: Don't bring a jacket.

Me: do you want me to get sick or smth?

Science Twink: Just trust me. :)

Me: makes me NOT trust you even more dude

That's how you found yourself with Viktor's jacket wrapped around your shoulders, as he is thinner than you are, with Garen sneaking glances at you throughout the breaks he gets in the match. Jayce's eyes meeting yours in surprise from the field before he seems to beam at Viktor after the man next to you did a sequence of hand movements.

Something is fishy here.

Every time you would cheer, Garen's eyes over you would darken, almost as if he's upset. The veil deepening each time his gaze would trail to you, body seemingly more tense yet your friend is still on his A-game, game growing the slightest bit more aggressive.

Jayce would intercept him, somehow always directing his gaze your way. As if it's all part of an unknown plan. His steps fast, always keeping up with Garen no matter the distance, showcasing his own amazing athleticism and leader ship of the Innovators team.

"Vik, I don't know if it's doing anything good. He just looks mad right now, and I've never seen him look mad." You talk in the man's ear while he grins from ear to ear.

"That's a great thing actually." He drawls proudly, chin tilted up in the same way he does when he betters you at something. Not pedantic but teasing, and this time it's directed at Garen.

"What- Why?!"

"Because it shows that he cares, idiot. If he just saw you as a friend, why the hell would he be mad at someone, especially another man, lending you their jacket? Mh?"

Touché.

You sigh and nod in reluctant acceptance. Why in the hell did this man always have to be prepared for everything? Not that this time it was a problem, definitely not when you feel him wrap an arm around you comfortingly.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure you get your man."

We? Yeah, something's definitely fishy.

With a few seconds to spare, Garen spearheads through the grassy terrain and delivers a hard kick, your body standing up from apprehension although Demacia has won by a landslide. No, you get to your feet because of the sheer distance between the posts and Garen's shooting spot. It would be inhuman to score from there, nearly halfway through the field.

And even if Jayce did his best to get to Garen before his kick and intercept the ball, he arrived a millisecond too late.

But it happened, the ball soared all too quick and all that was left to do was observe.

Demacia - 17 | Piltover - 10

You grip Viktor tighter, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulls himself up while using you as his crutch. You two and the rest of the crowd see the ball cut through the air, trajectory and distance looking almost impossible, before it passes.

Right between the posts.

Demacia - 22

The spectators roar with cheers, no matter the side, at the amazing action just performed by your best friend on the field while he and the others shake hands to respect the good game shared between the two Universities. Garen's team then tackling him to the ground playfully as you make your way down the bleachers with Viktor, looking at the pile of gigantic men playing in the dirt like a litter of pups.

"Good game, Jayce."

"Thanks V! How'd you find the game mamita?" Says the tan man, panting and patting his face and neck dry with a towel.

"It was great Jayce, as always. But it seems Garen was on a…well directed roll." The boys huff, smirking at you.

"Nice jacket by the way." Jayce adds.

The two boys snicker and one of your hands land on your hip while the other slaps Jayce's arm playfully.

"Now will you two tell me what the hell is up?!"

They look at each other weirdly, mouths pursed until they burst into cackles.

"We wondered when either of you would come for help so we've kinda been cooking up some plans."

You gasp. "Jayce!"

"And we also made a bet on who would get their head out of their ass first. Which I've won because I bet on you, so that's fifty bucks for me. Pay up, handsome." Viktor makes a grabby motion towards Jayce who slaps his hand away, muttering about giving it later when they're both in their room.

"Vik!"

"What, it was funny to see you two dance around each other but after three years it's getting pathetic."

"Ouch?"

"Nah V's right, you two need a push, we don't want this to end badly for either of you guys. Solo queremo' lo mejor por vosotro', ya feel me?"

You don't even find it within yourself to deny Garen's attraction to you. His need to cling to you and be beyond helpful in the past months plus the dark eyes he's been making at the sight of Viktor and you together are enough for you to doubt him a bit.

Speaking of "him".

You see his shadow dwarfing over Viktor as he approaches. His eyes trained not on you in general, or your face but on your shoulders. Zeroed in on the jacket covering you. So you try to placate yourself, act innocent as you approach him.

"Hey Garen! Great job out there as always, that last action was absolutely insane!" You try to embrace him but he pushes you away.

"Here, Viktor must be cold, you should take mine."

He ignores what you've just said, face like a petricite statue while he takes the coat off of you, handing it back to Viktor wordlessly before placing his varsity jacket on you. The navy, white and gold replacing charcoal grey, large sleeves engulfing your arms and hands as he slides them on, closing the article of clothing that is so big on you that it currently looks like a dress on you.

Then his face changes, a smile overtaking his features as he admires you in his clothes. Trying to escape the scrutiny of not him but also Jayce and Viktor, you shove your face in the collar, your nose immediately overwhelmed by the smell of leather, old books, verbena, cardamom and cinnamon. Spicy, sweet, refined. Just like him. Your face nearly burns at the thought.

Yet what makes you warm up the most is the tight grip Garen has around your waist, hand replacing Viktor's and bringing you so close to him you can feel his searing warmth against your back.

"Your dinner."

"Thanks, doll."

Oh?

Oh.

That's new.

And by your two friends' interlocking gazes you know that they think the same.

Oh he's got it bad.

And as Jayce and Viktor walk away to their schoolmates you two leave the field, Garen's arm around you as he eats, your own hands holding the brown bag holding the rest of his meal.

"Didn't know you and Viktor were so close."

Wow. Were you that obvious too?

"No, I just got pretty cold. Forgot my jacket at home because I was so excited to see you!" His face softens with a gentle grin as he pulls you in closer.

"You have to take better care of yourself, doll." You can't help but shove your face in the large collar once more, the smells not helping with your burning visage.

"Yeah, yeah. I will."

Is what you tell him every day following this one.

Science Hunk has added Science Twink and Jarvannabe to the group

Science Hunk changed the chat name to Get crunk with the Hunk

Jarvannabe: horrible chat name

Science Hunk: don't lie, it's great.

Jarvannabe: hoe I bet it's you who's found it

Science Twink: Actually, it was me.

Jarvannabe: I'm disappointed Vik.

Science Twink: What a shame. Anyways, don't bring lunch OR your jacket any of the next days.

Jarvannabe: Garen literally just gave me his vest.

Science Hunk: just say you didn't wanna get it dirty, or that you woke up late and couldn't pack lunch or get his jacket. dw we got you mamita

Jarvannabe: so we're just gonna try to make him jealous

Science Twink: No, we will succeed. We already have. It's only a question of time before he breaks.

So that's what you did, again.

Walking in the cold morning while Garen's eyes darken at the sight of you early in class, the lids falling lower at Jayce's varsity jacket around your shoulders. Jaw clenching at the sight of Viktor's breakfast being shared with you. Lunch going the same way and making his body tense with something you've never seen in him.

Pure unbridled jealousy.

"You seem to get very forgetful lately, doll."

He asked on the third day, Tuesday passing in the blink of an eye as you watch Garen's jealousy silently and discreetly morph the friendly man you knew into a starved predator. His voice was less warm, his body more rigid as you two walked back from the rugby match. The Dauntless Vanguard had won 25 to 18 against The Omikayalan Academy from Ionia.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Garen." You said softly, encapsulating his big hand resting on your hip. "I guess between exams and the excitement of the week I've gotten clumsy, waking up too late to prepare food and forgetting to bring a coat with me. It's not like me."

You breathe, then smile at him, going in for the kill.

"But I know the boys got my back! You too, as always. And don't worry I still have your jacket I just need to wash it and bring it back to you."

You could almost feel the typical Freljord cold wash over you like a tsunami, Garen's hand taken from your side before he grips your shoulders, turning you towards him.

He looks imposing, his large frame dwarfing over yours as he bends to meet your gaze directly, his voice low, unlike the tone he usually has which is warm and open he nearly sounds…dangerous, at the moment.

"Tomorrow you better wear my jacket. It's warmer, larger, and more comfortable. Plus, we wouldn't want to bother Jayce and Viktor too much now would we, doll?"

The edge of his tone is enrapturing, one hand gripping at your chin to force your eyes back on him when his words got too much for you and your gaze avoided his. And with all of this, the only thing you can do is nod.

"Of course Garen."

"Good."

When you two separate, you rush home, your phone shaking frantically in your hands as you type to the boys.

Jarvannabe: Y'all, he kinda like….threatened me to put his jacket on from now on? But it wasn't a threat, idk how to describe it AAA like "wouldn't want to bother the boys too much now would we?" type shit

Science Hunk: Oh, he wants that cookie

Science Twink: He wants it so bad.

Jarvannabe: stfu you two nerds. What do we do now?

Science Twink: Depends, do you mind us getting touchy with you?

Jarvannabe: I mean not really, you get used to touchy when you're with Garen, then smitten Garen

Science Hunk: We'll just have to touch you just enough that he gets jealous, but not enough that he gets onto us. You good with that?

And you actually think about it, are you? You know you will never have the strength to confess, and this plan seems to work well enough. You can actually see and gauge Garen's affection towards you, which used to be impossible due to how kind he is to everyone in Runeterra, even the smallest of bugs.

The other good thing that comes out of this…teasing. Is the new side of Garen you're discovering. Possessive, protective and with a darker kind of patience than he usually has. Not the one of a man who wants to do his best for others, no, the patience of a predator stalking its prey. Fierce and wild, yet tamed, domesticated by something else, something stronger that you're chipping at. Now whether this is his usual sense of patience, his morals for you as a friend or something else, you don't know.

But it makes you hazy with lust.

Jarvannabe: yeah, I'm good with that

So much so that this night after Garen's words and after typing out your response to your friends, you tuck yourself into bed and your hand slides down your body. Your eyes close, the image of Garen's muscular body filling your vision, his form layered with a sheen of sweat from the match and his eyes half lidded. You can hear his voice, filled with dark promise and a warmth so different that the one he usually emanates.

No this is the confirmation you need to finally accept that he does, in fact, love you. The tone escaping his lips velvety, searing hot and sounding almost…restrained. As if the man is holding something back, something you wish to bring out of him more each day that passes. Your three year old "should I confess" conundrum completely overwritten by the need to have him at his reactions over your actions in the past few days, giving you the confidence to tease. To pick and prod until you feel sure enough that you can reveal your feelings to Garen.

Your digits feel frigid against your burning body, like an erupting volcano meeting the cold tides of the sea. The clash makes your jaw set, imagining Garen's much larger hands gripping your body, his gentle touch worshiping your skin as he utters words you could have never imagined coming out of his lips before today.

"Did you want me so bad that you had to test my patience, mh doll?"

Goosebumps raise on your skin as you choke up a breath, the silk of Garen's voice in your mind entrapping your body in a cocoon of desire. Spider legs manipulating your hands to touch and grab at yourself, softer and hotter than you have even been.

When your second hand reaches below your waistband you find the heat stifling, pricking at your hand like a thousand needles as your digits close in on your mound, eyes closing as a sigh escapes you.

"That's it pet, show me just how much you've desired me before I finally take you for myself."

Those words, so unlike the Garen you have an image of in your head, are very much reflecting the new side of him you're discovering. Fantasized yet you can almost taste the truth in them just as concretely as you can feel the sticky wetness between your legs, your fingers finally reaching where you need them most. Shyly, hesitantly, you slide them up and down, coating them in slick before circling your clit with light teasing touches as your other hand climbs up your ribs, passing over your breasts, slightly pinching each nipple before reaching your throat and lightly squeezing it.

"Make yourself feel good for me and say my name, make the others know just who you belong to."

Your lids pry themselves open as if pulled by a force and a gasp forces itself out of your lips alongside a whine. Would he truly be like this, or is this idealized version of him just that? A dream.

You hope not.

Electricity runs through you, your fingers flicking and circling with more strength than before, your hips swaying with the movement. Seeking out more pleasure for yourself, grinding against your own hand as you tremble.

You can see the evolution of Garen's presence in your life, from a simple passerby, to a friend, to the closest and most important person to you. Pushing every cloud away by shining down on you with his kindness, his patience, his gentleness, his smiles and voice always brightening up your days. He'd protect you from everything, even yourself, wrapped safely in his arms while he'd lean over you to shield you from anything that may come your way. Time shared with him being the part of your life you appreciate the most whether it's foggy early mornings, rainy lunches, warm sunny afternoons, windy evenings or starry nights.

But you also feel the way your own feelings have been growing. The seeds of friendship watered by affection growing into affection that blooms into a flowery bed of roses and carnations, desire and love.

Your eyelids close once more, like the curtains in a theater, your mind showing you fantasies of Garen like a lust driven cinema screening. The pools of clear blue, akin to the rivers in Demacia, darkening with untold desire. Voice growing deeper, nearly whispered as his patience shifts from gentle to hungry. His muscles bulging as he appears on top of you in your dream, your hands replaced by his, the heat and size feeling different, bigger and warmer than yours although you know they're not his.

The movements on your clit are torturous, slow and hard which the squeezing on your throat alternates between light and hard pressure. You feel like you're floating, the pleasure in your body too much yet not enough at once, coaxing something out of you. And you know just what.

"Garen-"

You choke out and your digits move faster, push harder, possessed by the visions of the man you crave. Behind closed lids, your eyes roll, shaky sighs and soft grunts uttered from your lips as your body tingles with need.

"Again. You can do better than that, can't you, pet?"

"Garen!"

A chuckle fills your ears as the hand on your neck climbs up once more, shoving two fingers in your mouth. You have no time to think before you instinctively lick and suck at them, treating them as if they were Garen's cock, the man's voice humming appreciatively in your mind as he rewards you with a slap of his other hand on your mound. The sting on your pussy echoes in the silent room and through your body before your fingers are guided to your entrance, hot and slick with essence. Two digits slowly breaching your inner walls, tight and pulsating as you move back and forth, going deeper with each movement.

Once they're fully in, the hand settles, softly curling up into that spongy spot that has your back arching from the bed, the heel of your hand grinding against your bundle of nerves punishingly slow.

"What do you want, pet?"

"I wanna-" Your mind is hazy and you struggle to speak around his fingers, drool flowing from your mouth and down your chin and neck, embers stoked into a fire at your core, molten hot with need as you tremble with your climbing ecstasy. "Please Garen, I wanna cum."

"So polite." He hums, seeming both surprised at your whining and like he has been waiting for you to utter those words. "If only you could have been this nice the past few days as well, mh? It's okay, pet. You'll make it up to me by cumming around my fingers, won't you?"

You nod, your hand moving in and out, softly curling as it gains in speed and strength. The other one trails back down, leaving a cooling trail of spit behind as it goes back to your neck, squeezing just enough that the oxygen in your body is slightly restricted.

"Say it again."

You groan, body writhing in need as the digits inside of you are slammed inside your cunt, your clit thrumming against your palm.

"Garen, please. Please, let me cum. I'm sorry, I won't do this ever again." Your voice answers, your room silent but Garen's voice in your mind very much present.

"Do what, pet?"

"I won't be a brat, I won't test your limits, just please let me cum."

"Your begging sounds so sweet, maybe I'll just torture you some more." Your body shakes in fear, eyes snapping open. "But not today, I've played with you enough. Go on pet, cum for me. Soak my fingers."

And as you feel the delicious stretch of your own fingers, their slamming against your sweet spot, the heel of your hand grinding against your nub, the air restrained from fully entering escaping your lungs; you come with a cry of Garen's name.

One that your desire hazed mind doesn't register as your body sets itself aflame from the inside out. Your mouth falling open as a string of moans and groans leave you from the force of your orgasm, body trembling intensely, gasping and panting as you ride out the waves of pleasure vibrating through you like the strings of a guitar. Wetness stains your sheets and sticks to your thighs but it doesn't matter as you take baited breaths, coming down from your lust fueled activities.

Your own hands have played you like a fiddle under the pretense of being Garen's like in your fantasy, and never have you come as hard as you have just now. But instead of shame or a sense of disappointed clarity, what you feel when the pleasure ebbs away is an impulse.

One that drives you to go on with your plan the next day. Garen's varsity jacket dwarfing over your form, keeping it warm, while you arrive at the usual time, your friend happy to be able to share breakfast with you again and to see you in his clothes.

You notice that his eyes are brighter, his smile softer and his gait less tense as his arm wraps around your waist as always.

Yet his eyes darken once more once Jayce and Viktor take you in their arms, the latter kissing your cheek softly and the former cupping your cheek to pinch it as a mischievous look traverses his gaze.

The hand around your waist tightens as he greets your two mutual friends, bringing you closer to him until you sit yourself between the two of them. For this day and the next, their hands are over you at any moment, taking Garen's place at all times. While you walk either or both of them would have their hand on your waist. Jayce would help you with reaching books in higher placer that you can't reach and bend over your shoulder to help with work. Viktor would always whisper in your ear and have a hand on yours.

If you could describe the look passing through him each time, building upon itself each time one of your friends' hands touches you, you'd say it's hunger.

A primal hunger growing from wanting a taste to a ravenous need to devour you whole.

Something that you don't mind seeing or imagining as time progresses. Thursday passing by so quickly you barely notice it, Garen's humongous form trailing besides you after the rugby match against the Freljord's Lissandra Technical College's Frostguard. His hot breath fogging up the cool Demacian air, nearly panted as he seems to restrain himself from doing something, his face setting at the innocent expression you arbor.

Today is finally Friday, you know that you need to confess, finally make a move. Garen's hands gently ripping away both Viktor's and Jayce's from you as he takes their places, so soft that you would have ignored it had you known Garen less than you do. Voice syrupy sweet when he talks to you, enticing, moving you like a puppeteer moves his creation.

While this happens you watch your friends' eyes light up, flashes of ideas bursting in their gazes while smirks stretch their faces, whispers shared away from you with the promise of being told as soon as Garen leaves your side.

"Eyes on the page, doll. We wouldn't want to make our school lose points on this last game, now would we?"

His voice snaps you back to the present time.

"Yeah, sorry Garen. I'm a bit tired."

"You have been quite clumsy lately, haven't you? Are you sure you're getting enough rest? Enough…" He gets closer, breath licking at your ear while he bends over you. "..Attention."

You tense. He's onto you, isn't he? Your eyes trail to Viktor and Jayce to plead for help while they stare back at Garen behind you.

"Doll?"

"Yes, yes, sorry. Let's focus on work."

His hand slides from the table to cradle your cheek, turning your head towards him and forcing your gaze to his.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." You breathe out softly and a smile grows on his face, his thumb rubbing against the corner of your lips.

"Let us begin then."

Oh how you wish these words were for anything but class work.

But still, you slave away. Exchanging ideas with your friend as he inches closer to him as the day passes. You soon find yourself nearly on his lap, chair so close to him you're almost sitting on him.

"Bring me any closer and I'll be straddling you, Garen." You joke, looking over the notes you copy onto a cleaner sheet.

"We both know you wouldn't mind that, doll."

"What?"

"Well, you do like being held, don't you?" You nod slowly, assessing his sugary tone. "Especially this week, it seems."

You try to keep your calm, willing the blush bubbling its way on your skin to go away.

"I do hope that my arms are the one you want wrapped around you the most, though."

Oh.

Oh-

It almost felt criminal, with how softly he said those words, that you touched yourself to the the thought of him only a night prior.

His eyes so gentle and smile so soft you could nearly feel yourself beaming back at him, his energy so loving your legs would have given up from under you had you been standing.

Yet his touch and voice igniting you as you think back to the pleasure you took from yourself while imagining him, his name flowing from your lips like the Demacian rivers to only to throw themselves in the neighboring sea. Your own sea being the mixture of affection and desire you feel for Garen, growing bigger as your currents bring you to them. To him.

You swallow.

"No one's arms could be as good as yours." You tell the truth, eyes sliding to his before you turn back to the table, pen scribbling on paper. "Now get back to work you overgrown pet rock."

He huffs out a chuckle and pinches your hip, smile growing larger when you swat away at him playfully.

Time ticks, Jayce and Viktor exchanging gazes with you, knowing looks permeating their expressions and yours. Tonight is the night. The thought alone makes you apprehensive, halfway through sick from stress and floating in elation. Garen's presence squeezing on your heart, his soft behavior too sweet for the past few days, deceivingly so. And you'd believe it, if you were anybody else but yourself.

He caresses your back as you make your way out of class, scores for the projects throughout the week showing Demacia's domination over the other schools for the second year in a row. You can't help but gasp and huff out a laugh when Garen happily scoops you up in his arms and walks you to the fork in the path soon to separate you both as he goes to practice and you get home.

"Now isn't that a show of Demacian pride, big boy?"

"Oh please, you're as happy as I am."

You are. Other nations offering you congratulations while the Noxians silently, or not, fumed at their defeat. Losing to anyone was impossible for them, but Durand Academy nearly always seems to one-up the Roseguard students, and their anger is felt as they stomp out from around you, pushing past Garen as he marches with his back straight and chest puffer.

"Can't say I'm not!" You laugh. "Seeing the sour look on Noxian faces when they lose is one of my favorite things in life."

"I'm number one, aren't I doll?"

Your eyes snap to him, his lips stretched into a teasing smile.

"Now, let's not get overconfident Garen."

"Oh, really? Overconfident?" He clicks his tongue, mirth and mischief swirling in the blue of his irises before he makes a show of nearly dropping you, your arms wrapping around his neck as he catches you immediately after letting you go.

"Yes! You're my favorite don't drop me please!" You rush the words, curling in Garen's arms.

"There we go." He kisses your cheek. "You're my favorite too." Is whispered conspiratorially in your ear.

"Wow, right, you love me so much you gotta whisper it."

"What? Do you want me to tell the whole world?" You don't expect his immediate answer after you nod, challenging him.

"Everybody!" Every eyes surrounding you snap to the loud display. "This person right here is my fa-"

"Shut it Garen, I got it!" You hiss as you cover his mouth, the same gleam from earlier still glazing his eyes.

He chuckles when you pull your hand away, your expression looking beyond distraught and embarrassed. "So will I see you tonight?" He asks, softly panting, as he sets you to your feet at the crossroads.

"Duh. Do you really think I would miss any match of yours? Especially against the Noxians? You've got to have hit your head man, 'cause that's impossible. If I ever refuse I'm either too sick to move or it ain't me and you can squeeze that person to death."

Laughs leave you as you embrace him one last time, letting go, leaving immediately to take a hot shower. Taking time to shave and tidy yourself up for the party after the game. Though after going through the steps you notice your phone buzzes so much that you can't help but open your notifications.

Science Hunk: Yo, it's time

Science Hunk: hello?

Science Hunk: helllooooooooo????

Science Hunk: bros, it's TIME, where you at???

Science Twink: Well, we're taking care to look presentable for the party. We know you've been pampering yourself too so get off our asses Jayce.

Jarvannabe: nah cuz frrrrr

Science Twink: Especially since THIS ONE is trying to get laid.

Jarvannabe: HEY!

Science Twink: What? It's the truth.

Jarvannabe: I don't want just THIS bro, c'mon. I ain't a hoe

Science Twink: You know what? Fair. My apologies.

Jarvannabe: no worries my liege

Science Twink: I hate you.

Jarvannabe: no ya don't.

Science Hunk: okay SHUT IT, y'all getting pretty, awesome sauce. But we need a P L A N. Like legit, tonight is the night, we just need one last push and it needs to COUNT

Science Twink: Just turn hot for Garen and bang.

Jarvannabe: wow. Turn??? HOT??? Asshole. I'll let you know I'm making myself irresistible.

Science Twink: Good. You'll need it.

Jarvannabe: slut.

Science Twink: Whore.

Science Hunk: GUYS

Science Hunk: STFU

Jarvannabe: eat shit

Science Twink: Eat shit.

Science Hunk: Wow.

Science Hunk: Anyways, we'll speak more about it on the field since y'all cabrones are yapping so hard I can barely get your attention.

You huff out a laugh as you get dressed, using the accessories you own to add more shine to the look. An eye catcher if you will, that directs Garen's eyes exactly where you need them to. The pendant falling right above your chest like a target, rings cutting the air at each hand movement, waist adorned with specks of light at the adornments on your belt.

And although you're not one to be too cocky, you know you look damn good. It's almost a shame when you hide all of this under Garen's varsity jacket, closed for good measure so you can reveal your outfit the moment you enter the party.

At the bleachers you approach Viktor who is keeping a seat for you, Jayce animatedly talking to him about something. Tonight's party probably.

"Sup nerds."

"As if you weren't as much of a loser as the both of us." Viktor smirks, taking his hand away from the seat to let you take the place.

"I ain't said you were losers, I called you nerds, you idiot. I wonder how you're Heimerdinger's assistant with those comprehension skills Vik."

"Ha. Ha. But tell me, what did you manage to achieve that gives you the right to criticize me?"

"A full ride scholarship at the most prestigious political sciences, forensics and criminology school. Just that. Nothing out of my pocket, pretty boy, ya hear that?" You shake your wallet, having taken it out of your bag with a smirk. "That's the sound of a very full wallet."

"Guys. We don't have much time, stop bantering please." Cut in Jayce's exasperated voice, you and Viktor laughing at the look on his face, halfway between concern and frustration.

"Sorry bro, our bad." You snort."Right, so I'm all dolled up under this, I'll take off the jacket at the party. What should I do once we're there though?"

"So, Jayce and I were talking about it but remember our method this week? You giving us all the attention and all." Utters the accented voice of the Zaunite and you hum, nodding in understanding.

"Well basically, do the opposite. Smother him in attention."

"So I just go all out?"

"Yup." Jayce pops the P, turning when the whistle rings through the field, signaling to the players that they need to take their places. "Okay, no te preocupes. Tonight's all you girlie. So just do whatever feels right and comfortable, if you need time away or advice once at the party Vik and I will help in any way we can."

You nod, taking the man in your arms as he lifts you, his sudden display of strength and affection nearly giving you a heart attack. And you show as much when you playfully slap his arm when he puts you down, his laugh racking through his broad body as he takes a seat on the other side of Viktor. The game soon beginning.

But when you look closely, you can see the brilliant blue of Garen's eyes shining with pride and contentment at seeing you dressed in his coat, with his colors, his number, his name. You know you look like you belong to him at this moment, and that's what you want everyone, especially Garen, to see. Your heart and body already belonging to him after years of dancing around your feelings.

The game against Roseguard Academy is violent, the Trifarix attacking and defending with all their might, your Dauntless Vanguard pushing back as steadfastly as their opponents.

You see it in how he leads today, Garen is full of energy. His body zipping past enemy players, passing expertly to his allies and taking back the ball with grace. He is at his prime. And as your eyes cross you know that your little stunt this week, sweetened by the sight of you at the moment, has had its desired effect.

Against the angry Noxians, the passionate Demacians clash, offense, defense, changing position, and once more. It's like an unspoken rhythm, a dance of adversity to prove to the other school and the rest of those sitting in the bleachers their strength, their righteousness, their worth. And it's the same each year when those two universities come together on the field. Both determined to win, the victor always determined by a hair.

As time ticks away, getting closer to the end of the match you see just how much energy the Trifarix has used in the first half, finally tiring out and letting the Dauntless Vanguard fain on them.

That's when you see it, Xin Zhao handing Garen the ball who rushes to the middle of the field.

He's going to do it again.

Within a moment that is both too slow and too fast for you to register, you see him place and kick the object, its shadow cutting through the air as everybody stands in apprehension. Is this shot going to score, barely seconds away from the end, or was it solely a one time thing?

The tension overtaking your body melts with your sudden cry of joy as you hear the whistle, the ball passing by the two parallel posts, over the one holding them apart.

Demacia - 25 | Noxus - 23

By a hair, your team has won by the smallest of hairs.

You can't register yourself rushing out of the bleachers, the wind carving your face or the band playing in honor of your school's victory as you rush to Garen. His arms immediately enveloping you as you jump, carrying you over the field while you begin to take in the music, the cheers, and the situation you're in. Only embarrassing from the point of view of someone who wished to confess the very same evening.

"Good job Garen. I'm proud of you." You whisper, face nearly touching his, noses gently caressing one another.

"You know we never hold back against Noxus. Especially when I have you in my jacket waiting for me on the bleachers."

"Now, now. Say anything else and I'll believe you're in love with me." You tease, testing the waters.

"And what if I was?"

"I'd say you're batshit insane, Crownguard." He chuckles, setting you down and putting a hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the benches, retrieving his bag.

You're greeted by cheers from his coach and teammates, Noxian adversaries reluctantly shaking hands although some of them look proud of their prowesses today.

"Alright you big, sweaty man-beast. Ready to go to the party?"

"Sure thing, doll. Let's go."

His hand remains on you as Viktor and Jayce join you on the way to the party, all of you piling up in Garen's car to drive to the location. One of the more well off students, Fiora, providing her home as the perfect breeding ground for a rager like the one taking place to close the inter-academics each year.

It's already stuffed full of people when you enter the immense front yard, the inside barely breathable as you pass the doors, the mansion not enough to contain so many students although way more decide to pass up on the festivities.

You immediately seek out some "courage juice" when you pass by the kitchen, fixing Garen a drink too as you return to him. He's already speaking to his teammates, excitedly moving his arms as he talks about tonight's game, earning you this year's winner's spot just like the previous year.

"Hey Garen, got you something. Also would you mind taking your jacket back? It's pretty heavy and I'm getting warm."

You try to ask as innocently as possible, his hand extended with a nod to relieve you of the second cup you are holding and his eyes widening as you unzip his jacket, revealing your outfit under it, and laying the coat on his outstretched arm.

"Well….Didn't you go all out tonight?" He nearly whispers, eyes moving all around your body with intensity, as if he's trying to carve the sight of you in his memory.

"Well, it's a once in a year occasion. Wanted to do an impression, y'know!"

"To whom?" His voice dips in the familiar tone you've discovered this week, the one you shiver in at the thought of your previous actions to the thought of it.

"Anyone willing to see, I suppose." You pretend to look pensive and shrug at your nonchalant answer, his eyes darken as he nods his head once more, quickly turning away to his team once more as you stay so close to him you nearly feel like you've fused.

His hand remains around your waist, his thumb tracing gentle, reassuring circles in your flesh, the other digits gripping you in softly yet with intent.

I'm not letting you out of my sight.

You know this is what this attention means. And you take it in stride, one hand slipping across his broad back to caress his hip in light up and down motions. Only slipping away from his welcoming arms when getting a new drink. You're executing your role to perfection, Garen's arm candy, something he seems to revel in from the glances you've noticed him giving you periodically.

The night is going well. Now you need it to go from well to good. And from good to great.

Your eyes trail around the room from the couch you are currently sitting in, stuck to Garen's side like glue. Drinking games? No, Garen doesn't partake. Getting high? Not his style either, although you wouldn't refuse if only to let your mind rest from the sheer speed and quantity of thoughts overtaking you at the moment.

You try to focus on your breathing, on the booming bass surrounding you and bouncing from every wall under the laughter and talking of your fellow students. What could possibly help you with your plan?

Your phone vibrates.

Science twink: Party games in the upstairs lounge. Stuff like truth or dare and whatever else.

Oh Viktor, that glorious bastard.

Jarvannabe: You're the best Vik!

Science Twink: I know. Now go get him.

Science Hunk: o7 good luck mamita

Laugh at your phone before getting up.

"Downstairs is a bit boring, wanna go up to see what's going on there?" Garen looks at you pensively before tilting his head, moving to stand and join you as you climb up the stairs, walking in front of you to keep you from being squashed by the crowd. Like a true gentleman.

The throng of students became smaller as you make your way through the first floor, the music slightly muffled and less of an attack on your ears when you get to the lounge.

"Hey y'all!" Ezreal, the life of the party yells from a circle of people currently sitting on the soft and plushy couches and armchairs or the ground. Reduced to taking that space from the sheer amount of people.

"Yo man, been a while." You clasp his hand in yours and he brings you in for a hug, short but warm and full of energy.

"Damn, look at you! You've gone hard today! Hey Garen, you were great tonight!" Your friend chuckles and shakes Ezreal's outstretched hand.

"Yeah I know. Gotta dress to impress, y'know?"

"Sit, sit. We were just about to begin!"

"Begin what, exactly?" Garen finally asks as he brings you down with him on the expensive couch, people trading places for the huge man. Respecting that he's probably quite exhausted from the match a couple of hours earlier.

"Nothing too bad. Just a little seven minutes in heaven. To…uh…tighten the inter-academy relations. You feel me?"

Oh yes, yes you do.

"Ain't a problem for me."

"Yeah I can see that, you're bringing someone home tonight, dude!" He whistles.

"Hey don't sound too excited, it might just be you." You tease, feeling Garen's relaxed arm tense and grip you tighter, his eyes darkening in your peripheral.

"You say this as if it was a bad thing." The blonde man snickers, throwing himself back in his armchair. A bottle is in the middle of the coffee table, serving as a pendulum to pick who will end up with who for seven whole uninterrupted minutes, alone.

"Hey just sayin'."

You laugh back at him, melting into Garen's arm as you lean onto the cushions behind your back, hands raised in a playful placating motion before you drop them on your lap.

"Alright, easy rules as always. We start clockwise at the person next to me, they spin, get with the person the bottle chose for them for seven minutes, come back, and so on so forth. Once you passed your turn, you're out for the rest of the game!" Claps the energetic man as he points to the the person on his left. "Rell, you start."

The Noxian cracks her fingers with a small smirk. "Let's get this party started!"

The bottle spins on the table, slowing to a halt when it reaches Ashe, a Freljordian. Everyone snickers as the two girls pull faces, moving towards a door on the left side of the room. Seven minutes beginning and ending quickly, animated by laughter and banter between students.

"Nah, what I'm saying is that nothing's happening because as similar as they are there ain't no way Ashe is kissing someone, period." Explained Sejuani, her hand moving to illustrate her words.

"Sounds like you're jealous."

"Don't try me, Kayn."

"She'd fuck you up, man. I think your little twink ass body wouldn't last a second in a fight with her." Cackles fill the room when Jhin talks, smirking deviously from behind his can of red bull while Kayn flips him off.

"You're the one who talks about twinks, Mister number Four?" You wheeze out.

"Hey, not my fault your man has been fed petricite for breakfast, lunch and dinner since birth, girlie. I'm a perfectly sculpted Adonis, thank you."

"Yeah. Exactly what I was saying. A twink." The room erupts in laughter again as the girls come out, looking as perplexed as they did when closing the door seven minutes ago. Garen's grip loosens and you smile at him innocently, not defending the fact that Jhin called him "your man" seems to have done wonders on him it seems. His stare piercing yours with furrowed brows and a confused smile.

"What?" You ask, playing the role of someone who has no idea what they're doing.

"Nothing, doll. Nothing at all."

The game continues. Kayn and Sejuani paired up to the pleasure of everyone in the room who relishes in the disgusted look on both of their faces, and the rest of the party goes on swimmingly. Couples after couples sent until eight of you are left.

"Alright, only four couples left! Let's give this bad boy to…." Ezreal's eyes land on yours and a grin splits his face, his hand playing with the tap on the bottle, pulling it on and off. "C'mon, pretty thing! Your turn!"

You nod, a smirk of your own growing on your lips while you look at the metal crowning the glass. The shade of red is different, and so are the ridges on the side. You sneak a glance in the clear material to see a black puck beneath the stopper.

You quickly pass your ring adorned digits above it, feeling a hard resistance.

A magnet.

You glance at Ezreal who's leaning back, legs crossed and arms spread across the backrest on his armchair, a knowing look in his eyes and his lips turned upwards in the familiar boyish smile.

That bastard's in on it.

You're gonna have to thank Viktor, Jayce and him later.

But for now you simply place the bottle on the table, slightly more on your side, and spin it. Making sure to put a hand on Garen's knee and lean forward with the other draped over your legs to make sure the magnet is attracted to the metal in your accessories. The man besides you softly shivering at the warmth of your hand contrasting with the cool metal decorating it.

Please work. Please work. Please fucking work.

Your heart nearly stops when the bottle lands on Vladimir, but you breathe out in relief when you realize that his turn has already passed.

And that the closest player to him is Garen.

The room grows loud with cheers as it always does when a new duo is picked, but in some faces you see relief, your eyebrows furrowing towards Ezreal as he shrugs and waves his hand towards the door.

"Remember lovebirds, seven minutes, noting more,nothing less."

"Aye, aye captain asswipe." You get up, doing a mock salute as you saunter to the side room, leaving the door open for Garen who makes it in there barely after you entered, closing and locking the door behind him.

That's the moment you hold him, arms wrapping tight around his hulking form, clawing at his back as you look up to him.

"Well, you know the rules."

"No rules say that we have to do anything."

"It's ineffable."

"Oh? Getting out the big words won't help you get what you want. You have to earn that."

"Wow. Earn it? I've been a great friend, Garen." You huff jokingly and he pulls away, holding you at arms' length by circling your biceps with his impossibly big hands.

"But have you been a good girl?" His voice dips and his eyes gloss over, the same way they have all week, the same way that has you needing him more and more each time it happens.

"I have."

He bends, getting closer to place his face in front on yours, his intense gaze forcing yours down before one of his hands find your chin to make you look back at him.

"Have you?"

You nod.

"So you keep on lying, then? Even when you've done that all week?"

"Now, Garen. I haven't lied once to you this week!" You chuckle, trying to keep your racing heart from bursting out of your chest at the feeling of his warmth so closely, so intimately, especially paired with these words.

He clicks his tongue and tilts his head, bringing it closer to your neck as he goes to murmur in your ears.

"The more you hide the truth, the less chances are that you'll get what you want. Now speak, before time runs out and you lose the opportunity to. Either way, you'll be the loser of this little game you began if I don't like what I hear or if you decide to keep on behaving like a gods damned brat."

He nearly spits out the last word, the velvety tone in his voice sounding forced at times, his grip on you tightening yet remaining somewhat gentle to keep your attention on him, tilting back to catch your gaze in his.

It's like a siren call, the dominance, the sheer predatory hunger dripping from his words, the sharp focus cutting you through his eyes. So, under his scrutiny you decide to let the mask drop, sighing as you look for the right words.

"I just wanted to see if you liked me…too."

"So you riled me up?"

"That wasn't my idea, it was Vik and Jayce's! Apparently both of them have been betting on who, and I quote 'would get their head out of their ass first' because we've both been pathetic." You sigh, eyes trying to remain on his, the blue irises pulling the truth from you.

"And? You accepted their terms because.. you do like me?"

"Of course I do you idiot! How could I not when you're the best man anyone could dream of in Runeterra!" You huff. "Like I just couldn't believe you'd like me, seemed insane. So the boys wanted to show me that you did, in fact, feel things for me too. I wouldn't have had to do this if you manned up though."

You add quickly at the end, the jab making Garen slide the hand gripping your chin to over your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

"If I manned up, huh? Funny coming from the girl who decided that letting herself be touched and paraded around by other men was a good idea to get my attention."

You did get it, though.

And as you try to speak your rebuttal he clicks his tongue thrice in a chastising way.

"Shut up, I'm speaking. You'll wait until I'm done to run your mouth again, doll."

You can only nod at his words, mind blank, emptied by his mannerisms.

"Atta girl. As I was saying, maybe me 'needing to man up' was me waiting, leaving you time and space to respect you while I began to show you just how deeply I feel. Now I get your impatience, I've grown restless too after three years. But you lacking respect over my proper way of showing my affection just shows how little manners you have."

You swallow heavily, his face getting closer and brushing yours gently with his hot breath. Shallow, as if breathing you in more than he should will break his resolve.

"Now there's two ways this can go. You show me how sorry you are and I'll fuck some manners into you so that this never happens again and all ends well and quickly, or you decide to remain undeserving of my attention and you'll get out of this room as soon as the seven minutes are over." His other hand leaves your arm, delicately caressing your skin as it slides up and behind your head, softly massaging your scalp.

"And you won't get what you want for as long as I deem it necessary. But don't be mistaken, I'll be here everyday, touching you the same way I've been doing for months, talking sweet poison in your ears just like I am right now. Torturing you as a punishment for doing the same to me, until I am satisfied. And I am a very, very, patient man."

Your hair is suddenly balled in a fist, your head pulled back as a groan escapes your throat.

"So what will it be, pet?" Your mouth is freed and you gasp, gulping in air you don't realize you've forgotten to breathe in.

A moment passes as you try to recollect yourself, picking up the pieces of you that shattered at the display of dominance Garen used to render you docile. You take the time to appreciate the shivers rolling up and down your body at his glare, at his tone and words, air finally feeding every cell in your body and making you all too aware of your position and what just happened.

The fantasized version that had you screaming out his name already nowhere close to the real thing. Pumping desire through your veins at every new breath, every word, every grip and every blink, his existence siphoning your own in a maelstrom of feelings so strong you can't do anything but surrender to them.

"I'll be good." Your voice comes out weakly, shaking pathetically as you glance at him with lust overtaking your mind.

"Will you, now? Or is that another lie?"

You shake your head fast, panic coursing through you at the thought of the torture that awaits you if Garen decides that your words aren't enough to believe. An idea comes to mind, something that seems much more comfortable and easy to do than stand on trembling legs.

You drop to your knees, hands settling obediently in your lap, calves tucked under your bottom as you look up, eyes glassy.

You want him so bad.

"Please, Garen. I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry I did all of this. Please let me make it up to you, let me learn, let me be good. But please let me be yours." Tears roll down your cheek and you see him shift, body descending the same way yours has. "Just please Garen, don't leave me like this. I'm so sorry."

Your weak pleads seem to soften him, the tension setting his face quickly melting as he leans towards you, hands cradling your face. He shushes you, thumbs caressing your cheeks in gentle circles.

"It's okay sweet girl. I can't say no to that face, not when you cry so pretty for me." His voice is nearly whispered as he gets closer, his lips kissing your tears away.

"Just discipline me please, anything but leaving me. Please, I promise I'll be good Garen, please." You beg, chest growing and deflating with each panted, panicked breath.

"Good. That's all I needed to hear."

His eyes dip to your lips in a silent question, not wishing to overwhelm you, and the nod that shakes your head nearly gives you whiplash with its strength. The enthusiasm making Garen huff out a small chuckle before he finally closes the distance.

His lips are soft and warm, they taste like the lemonade he's been sipping on all night, sweet and acidic, addicting. When his arms wrap around you, one encasing your waist and the other your shoulders and the back of your head that he holds with a strong hand, you feel safe. Wrapped in a cocoon of comfort you have wished for, for so long.

And his smell.

It's salty, musky from the sweat, but you can perceive the notes of verbeina, cinnamon and cardamom of his usual smell.

He smells so good you want to devour him whole, make him yours and never let go. A desire so all encompassing you can nearly feel what the man holding yours feels, a hearth illuminating your soul and warming your body with tendrils of scorching heat.

Garen pushes away for a second, gulping air, looking so unlike himself, like he's about to break. His grip on you tightening to keep the last piece of composure he has somewhat intact.

"Please, can I touch you?"

His pupils, already blown out, nearly eat away at the whole of his irises as soon as he hears the question.

"Go ahead, doll."

Then he goes back in for the kill.

Lips moving in a tandem, your hands clawing at his large muscled back. You feel it then, his tongue licking away at your bottom lip, asking for you to grant it passage. Which, of course, you do. The appendage swirling around yours in a feverish dance as he tries to taste you whole, your own taste buds overtaken by the sweet and salty flavor coating Garen's mouth. A mix of the treats and drinks he has consumed since the beginning of the party, the twang of lemon, the iodine prickle of saltines, the syrupy sweetness of soda and the smoky umami of dried beef.

Something so mundane. Yet at the moment it doesn't matter, that taste is his and it's something you've craved for the past three years, so you're going to take advantage of the opportunity as much as you're allowed.

What you hear has you wondering if you are ripping Garen's shirt apart from how hard you are holding on to him, his groans and soft puffed breaths like fuel to the flame blazing at your core.

You suddenly feel light, your body carried to his lap as he brings you closer, the distance always too much between the two of you. Proving just how much he has craved you, how similar the two of you are in your need of one another.

But as his hands dip lower to your hips, gripping them so firmly you can feel bruises forming already, a knock is heard. The sound barely heard over the baited breaths and the blood rushing to the pumping of your own heart, but you hear it still.

"Come on you two, seven minutes are up!"

"Crap." You whisper, scrambling clumsily from Garen's lap, looking like a newborn fawn trying to walk. But in your misery you feel a strong arm wrapping around your waist, steadying you.

"There you go. Let's not make them wait too much."

He turns to you, using his free hand to fix your hair and wipe the drool on your chin as well as the last of the tears staining your cheeks. You pull this arm when he's finished, using it to make him lean down towards you so you can put his shirt back on properly and wipe the saliva coating his own jaw.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, doll."

When he opens the door, letting you walk out first like the gentle man he is, you notice mischief in everyone's gazes.

Those motherfuckers were all in on it.

They try to hide it, but as the game continues you catch glances at Garen's sudden display of dominance when he dresses you in his jacket once more and places you on his lap, one hand wrapping around your thigh possessively. Gaze proud and defiant as he looks at everyone in the room.

His eyes read. "She is mine now, and no one but me can have her."

And you can't say you're mad at it. No, actually quite the opposite. The flames burning hot in your guts do not die out during the last three rounds of seven minutes in heaven. They grow hotter at the thought of Garen proudly displaying you in such a way, at how he leans in to talk in your ear every time he has to say something, and at the prospect of both what has happened during your round and what will happen once you're out of the party.

You try really hard not to think about it but the idea stubbornly permeates your mind each time you push it back and your thighs clench.

"You're quite needy aren't you, doll?"

You find it crazy how your willpower hasn't failed you in the near half hour it took for the game to end. And now that the crowd is back to talking and you are drowned out of their thoughts you can allow yourself to at least shiver at the words Garen mutters behind your neck, his breath puffing against your ear.

"Garen, please." You softly call out, whispered enough for no one else but him to hear.

"You want to have what you're promised already, don't you? So greedy, so impatient." He tightens his grip on your leg. "But it's good. I like you like this. Polite and desperate. To be quite frank, I can't wait to have you wrapped around my cock anymore either. So go on, leave my lap, doll. I'll be right behind you."

You don't wait for his words to sink and you get up, the man quickly following behind.

"Sorry, I had a tad bit too much to drink and I feel pretty sick. It was great seeing you guys again. See y'all next year!"

You rush, barely hearing Garen's polite goodbyes as you storm down the stairs and out the house, stomping past the garden with your friend tailing you as if he were your shadow.

"Where to?"

"Mine is closer."

The Crownguard household, nobility here in Demacia due to their part in the country's military since long before your time. You gulp nervously and glance at Garen when he opens the door to his car, a white Toyota Camry he had paid with his own money from working part time along with his studies and extracurriculars, refusing to rest on his family's money.

"Are you sure I can…"

"Don't worry, I told my family you'd come for a sleepover tonight. They're expecting a guest." He reassures, a soft smile stretching his lips as he caresses your face.

You drop unceremoniously in your seat and Garen closes the door. Quickly taking his place on the driver's side.

What?

"Did you plan this?" Your face turns to him and you can see a wolfish grin overtaking his features.

"Maybe."

You groan and melt back into the seat, your hands covering your face in disbelief.

"Oh my gods Garen, what the fuck!"

"Told you I was gonna give you a taste of your own medicine."

"So I'd have come even if you decided to fuck me over?"

"If I decided to teach you a lesson, yes. But indeed, you would have gone back home with me either way, though the outcome of the night would be much different had you remained uncooperative."

As he begins the car you lose your words, mind racing and heart thumping while one of his hands holds the steering wheel, the other one switching from your thigh to the gear shift ever so often.

The outcome of the night.

All of a sudden it all crashes down on you.

Garen likes you back, as much as you like him. He's been desiring you as much as you do him.

And he's been courting you, taking his time to ease you in this new world before you sped it all up due to the right opportunity and impatience fueling your adoration for him.

You're going to fuck your best friend.

But with that realization comes a question you are terrified to ask, yet which you know is important. At least to make sure you're not going insane and seeing things that are not there.

"Garen?"

"Yes, doll?"

"Is this…just going to be casual? A one night stand or…some sort of friends with benefits thing?"

The blinkers echo loudly in the vehicle as he takes a turn, pulling up into a gravel pathway, his hands clicking a button on a remote held in his key chain so that the electronic gate opens.

"If you believe I am doing any of that then I fear you've sorely mistaken who I am."

You wring your hands in your lap, the gigantic estate making you feel out of place already and heightening your stress at the situation.

"No, it won't be casual." His voice says warmly, your eyes trailing to see him glancing at you when he's done parking his car.

"I love you, and I want to give you what you deserve." His eyes are so sincere that you feel pulled to him, a soft peck delivered to his lips.

"What do I deserve, Garen?"

"Everything, doll. Now let's get you out of the car, we can take it all slow. I know this is a bit much."

When you nod he cradles your face softly, indulging in your lips one last time before leaving the car and opening the passenger's side for you.

Your walk in the house itself is calm as you try to find peace in Garen's touch, dwarfing you and warming you from the outside in.

The entrance is grandiose, a large mahogany staircase greeting you while white petricite floors covered in navy blue carpets cushioning your steps. The decoration is rich yet not overwhelming, two arched doorways opening up your left and right to more of the house. The ceiling is vaulted an immense chandelier hanging from the wooden posts and illuminating the room with a soft glow.

"The rooms are upstairs."

You nod, following him up and to the left. Passing by delicately woven tapestries, trapped under glass for preservation, and masterfully made paintings. Your eyes trail to them, stress momentarily forgotten at the sight of the antiques.

"You will have the time to admire them tomorrow morning. Or this morning, rather. Come on." He rushes you, voice strained yet full of the familiar adoration you hear when he speaks to you.

How could you have doubted his love for you all this time, when this is how he has been touching you, speaking to you and looking at you?

It doesn't matter anymore as Garen opens the arched mahogany doors to what you realize is his room, allowing you to step in first as always and closing the door behind the both of you once you've crossed the threshold.

The room's ceiling is faulted too, a large arched bay window gives you a vision of the large backyard and the moon standing high in the sky, two navy curtains framing it. His bed is wooden, sculpted with beasts belonging to his family's crest, the mattress high and thick to support Garen's massive body, white and blue adorning it with flashes of gold embroidery to give a more regal look to the silk sheets.

"Let's get a shower first yes? I'm sweaty and sticky and although I do need you, I want this first time together to be as good and memorable as it can be. Just don't mind anything you'll see."

Let's?

Don't mind anything you'll see.

"You want me to shower with you?" You sputter, shy and beyond embarrassed at the flashes currently passing through your mind theater.

"Of course, I told you. We're going to take our time. And if you wish for me not to look, I won't. But I think the both of us could use a hot shower, if only just to calm down the nerves."

Your gaze finds his, warm and inviting while he opens the en suite bathroom door, his other arm guiding you inside.

"You're stressed too?"

"Well, I haven't exactly liked anyone as much as I like you, and I am about to…" He breathes, furrowing his brows pensively while he closes the bathroom door as you admire the room. White, navy and gold, just like every other room. Regal and elegant with both a big tub and a walk in shower, a large counter holding a sink above a petricite cupboard with mahogany doors and a mirror above it, large enough to show Garen's impressive reflection. To the side there is a carved stone wardrobe, full of more amenities.

"..Well, claim you, if I can put it like that. You don't have to be scared about anything, though. I'll make sure that today is unforgettable. Do you trust me? And…Can I help you undress?"

"Yes."

Is the whisper that escapes you as he goes to start the water, soon returning to you and dropping to his knees. He lifts one of your legs to pull away your shoe and sock, then the other, kissing your foot each time. He touches your belt, you nod and he gently undoes it and places it in the pile of your clothes, then his hands play at the hem of your top and you lift your arms, letting him pull it off of you. Your pants coming down after he kisses your stomach gently, proving himself to be patient, even when your eyes dip and you see him clearly straining against the tight athletic shorts.

Your whimper at the sight seems to push his patience nearly to its limit, his breaths deepening as he kisses down each leg while Piling your pants down. Hands softly coming up to unclasp your bra at your nod, they shake once he leans in to kiss each of them. His blue irises drowning you as pecks are delivered to your puffy, sensitive nipples, your own hands grasping at his shoulders while he kisses down your sternum, past your stomach, and his teeth peek from his mouth when he bites down on the hem of your panties, hands trembling at the sides of your hips.

Once more you nod, and he pulls them off with his mouth, his fingers hooking to the sides to help and his eyes rolling back as he inhales deeply, a twitch shaking his shorts in arousal.

It happens again when you kneel too, pulling Garen's clothes away from him with the same reverence he has given you. His shirt pulled away to reveal a sight you've been awarded in the summer already, a built body seeming more like carved stone than flesh and skin. What has your hands trembling is when your digits hook around the waistbands of both his bottoms and his boxers, the shaky sigh escaping his lips as you lock your eyes to his, bringing the fabric down and trying your damnest to not look at his cock. Even when it's right in front of you when Garen stands up and toes the last of his clothes away.

"It's okay, doll. You've begged so well earlier, you can look."

As if he had ordered you and not allowed you, you find yourself eyeing him. Long and thick, heavy and twitching in need, a small trimmed patch of hair surrounding it and stretching to his navel. He looks like he can break you, spear you open like he does in the field. And you don't mind it one bit.

Your body inching closer to it unknowingly, hands in your lap as you begin to feel its warmth closing in on your face. And, as if you suddenly got possessed, you open your mouth, tongue lolling out to lick from base to tip, groaning at the salty taste of the silky skin.

"Fuck, doll. I said that you could look, not use your mouth" One hand grips your hair and the other the back of your neck, but unlike what his words indicate, Garen brings you closer.

So you continue, circling your soft tongue around his tip before you lick your way back down, doing so until all of his cock is covered in spit. Only then does your head tilt, lips gliding up and down as your eyes meet Garen's again, looking seconds away from ruining you while your thighs clench, trying to unsuccessfully bring relief to your cunt, pulsating with need.

" 'M sorry. Need you. Can I taste you please? Please Garen, I'll be good." You beg, the taste, smell and heft of him flicking a switch in your mind.

"Gods, so much for taking it slow. Doll, please."

"Please Garen, need to taste you so bad." Your pleading seems to erase the last of his restraint, his eyes fully darkening and his pants shaking his body.

"Then open your mouth, and take it."

You kiss your way up his shaft and open wide, the man taking his base in hand to slap the tip of his cock on your tongue.

"What do we say, pet?"

"Thank you, sir." You mumble as coherently as possible with your mouth open and he bites his lip, the hand behind your neck bringing you closer until you feel the hot skin in your mouth.

Your eyes roll back, the salt of his precum quenching but also deepening a thirst you have kept hidden for too long. Your mouth welcoming in as he stops at around half way through.

"Go on, close your lips and show me how much you needed this."

And you do, sliding up and down you can't help but whine in relief at the weight and taste of him, finally having him in your jaws after three years. You suck your cheeks in, using your tongue to cushion and lick at his underside, focusing on suckling and licking the tip, then slowly inching your way further down his cock. Taking more and more of him in.

"Gods, look at you. So good for me aren't you? Just had to threaten the bratty out of you and now you're just a sweet, needy, obedient little pet."

He grunts, gasping each time you take him deeper, heat pooling at your core, burning hotter the more you take in.

"Careful or you're going to choke, pet." But your muffled moan around his cock is enough to tell him what he needs to know. "Oh but that's what you want, isn't it? To choke." You gag softly as he shallowly thrusts forward. "To be used." He does it once more with more gusto and you nod, drool slipping past your lips, down your chin and chest.

"Fuck, so messy. But it's okay, I'll give you what you want. That'll teach you just how good I can be to you when you shut your mouth and behave."

The hand in your hair softly begins pushing you forwards as he moves his hips, his cock inching its way into your throat as the hand on your shoulder slides to your neck, the added pressure making your eyes roll back. Your esophagus is stretched, filled with more and more vigor as you drip on yourself, thighs clenching and rubbing slick all over while you clasp Garen's thighs to hold on tight through his ministrations.

It nearly feels like he's fucking his way into your stomach as your lips meet his base, balls slapping at your wet chin while you slobber all over Garen's cock. Drips of saliva coating you and the ground as the most respectful and gentlemanly man you know fucks your face like a mere toy.

"Gods, that's what this mouth needed isn't it? A reminder of who it belongs to so it doesn't start spewing bullshit."

His grunts echo louder and louder through the room as he sees your disheveled state and feels his shaft in your throat with the hand he has placed there to squeeze.

"Maybe you should be rewarded, mh pet? Have me flood your throat with my cum. Is that what you want?"

You claw down his thighs, gaze returning to his as you try to nod. But he just pulls you away.

"Too bad that it's not a part of the plans I have for you tonight." He brings you to your feet from under your armpits and drags you to the shower, the water hot as you wash yourself again, rubbing away at the dried tears and drool.

You are washing your hair, lathering it in foam as soapy hands find your breasts, slowly massaging them and getting rewarded by soft sighs. Fingers pulling and pinching at your nipples before cupping the two mounds, then they run down your stomach, splitting to wash your thighs then down your calves and they make their way up through the back of your legs. Pulling and kneading at your ass before traveling up your back and down your arms.

"Garen." You pant out, looking behind you at the man gazing at you like a predator does with their prey.

"Patience. Make yourself useful like earlier and wash me, pet."

"Yes, sir."

You hear a huffed "fuck" escape him as you turn, pumping soap in your own hands and washing over his massive body, realizing now more than ever just how his size dwarfs yours.

"Atta girl."

You try your best to add strength to your rubs, feeling built muscle ripple beneath your hands on his chest and back and hoping to relieve Garen of some tension, which seems to be working when you kneel to wash his legs. Two hands working on the muscles of one leg's thigh and calf before switching to the other, rising back to your feet before helping with his arms as well.

"You're such a good pet, aren't you? Now that you're tamed you know exactly what to do. I suppose that means you deserve a treat."

You rinse each other, Garen carrying you with your legs on either side of his hips once you're clean, not minding the fact both of you aren't dry as he ravages your mouth. Tongues and lips clashing, a groan rumbling through his chest as he tastes himself on your lips. Your core is so close to his cock that you can feel it brushing, drawn out moans escaping your throat as you finally feel relief from the tension building up between your thighs.

"Sir, please." His grip tightens on you and he bites your lower lip as he pulls back, panting, laying your form on the bed as he slides himself on top of you, his body covering yours almost unnaturally by its size alone.

"I'll take whatever I want from you. I'll show you what happens when my lovely little pet knows her place, what happens when I give my girl what she deserves. I'll love you like a husband, doll."

He pecks your lips once more before kissing his way around your jaw and down your neck, settling on a spot that has you shivering.

"But I'll fuck you like a whore."

And he rushes in, biting so hard you feel your skin giving under his sharp teeth, his tongue licking away at the mark before shoving his tongue through your parted, panting lips. A metallic taste invading your senses and making you claw at Garen's back in a sort of primal need you never knew you could experience. Desire nipping away at your clarity of mind as the man's lips leave yours again, marking his way on each side of your neck, unable to be hidden no matter how hard you try.

"And I'm going to own you like one too."

His lips leave a trail in shades of reds and blues as he bites around your chest, crimson still pearling at the bite he delivered to your neck, his lips catching and wrapping around each each nipple. Licking and sucking at the sensitive peaks while you writhe beneath him, his hands playing with the one left unattended to, pinching and pulling, rolling the bud beneath his thumb. Any and all words erased from your mind as he begins to bruise his way down once more, his body sliding lower and lower until he is kneeling before the bed.

"But don't worry, pet. I'll worship you in a way that will make the fucking gods blush."

And with that he grabs your calves and pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he makes sure you can't hide yourself to him.

"So, what do we say pet? Do you want this?"

You nod, but it's not enough, his hands massage at your hips and pinch to get your attention back. Your pants suddenly evolving into a gasp as your eyes finally gaze at Garen.

"Do you want this, doll? I need words."

"Please, Garen. Please I need it, can't stand to wait anymore."

"Good girl. I'll take care of you, don't worry.

And with that he dips his head, moaning at the sticky mess between your thighs, his back rising with a big inhale as he fills his lungs with your scent, slowly inching closer to where you need him most.

Then all hell breaks loose.

His lips meet your cunt as he kisses it as fervently as he did your lips, grunts filling the air as he tastes you.

"You taste divine, pet. Like fucking ambrosia."

His tongue flattens on your clit and flashes of white hot pleasure bursts through your veins like lightning, your hands finding their way in his hair so you can hang onto something.

" 'M sorry!"

"It's okay." He hums. "Pull as much as you want sweet girl, hang on while I devour you the way I've wanted for three gods damned years."

And he plunges back, his mouth closing around your clit and suckling, alternating between this motion and the licks, his eyes rolling back as you coat his tongue with your juices and he inches it further towards your entrance.

"Oh and. Cry out for me."

His eyes meet yours and when you push down on his head he understands the signal, filling you up as he flicks the muscle up and down, in and out, teasing your tight and warm insides as his nose grinds on your clit. The two actions effectively stoking the fire already scalding your insides. The feeling new, unexplored pleasure carving its way through every nerve like cracks spreading over a sheet of glass. You feel like you're so very fragile and like you're getting ruined, destroyed. And it couldn't feel any better.

The heat is white hot as it travels through your body. Gasps escaping you while you feel the finality of your lust, the culmination of your desire, show its head.

"Fuck. Please, please, please." You beg as you move your hips to his rhythm and he hums appreciatively before pulling himself away, his look almost disappointed.

"Please what, doll?"

"I wanna cum, please sir. Please, can I cum?" Your voice cracks as you answer Garen, one of his hands climbing your body to softly caress your clavicle.

"No, darling. I know it's going to be a lot, but can you hold on for me until I say you're allowed to cum? If you say no, it's alright too. I'll just have to care for you before I stretch you open is all."

His voice is low yet breathy, trying to maintain some hold over himself while he comforts you.

You consider it, being greedy and taking your pleasure immediately or following through with what Garen has apparently planned. Yet when you confront yourself to it, you know immediately what you are going to pick.

"I'll hold on."

He smiles, pride and adoration shining on his features, eyes blown with pleasure even as he discusses such things with you. As if your pleasure is truly the only thing that matters to him, no matter what he may say. And your heart only beats faster at that thought.

"I love you, Garen."

"I love you too, sweet girl." His hand leaves your chest to bring one of yours to his lips, kissing it softly and lovingly. "I'll open you up for me now, are you alright with that? I wouldn't want to hurt you later."

"Yes, sir."

"Atta girl." Your hand is positioned once more on top of his head to clasp at his chocolate strands, one of his arms wrapping around your hips and pinning them down the bed before he dips down again.

He licks a long stripe up your cunt, from entrance to the top of the mound, pressing particularly hard on your clit before he begins to suck on it, one hot finger teasing your sopping wet hole. It moves up and down to coat itself before it dips slowly inside.

One knuckle. You whine, trying to wiggle your hips under his unrelenting grip. Two knuckles. Your moan leaves you loudly, ripped from you by pleasure. Three knuckles. You melt as he crooks his finger up and brushes against the spongy spot on the upper side of your walls. The motion of back and forth, the dragging of the digit within you, extracting soft whimpers for you as he relaxes you.

Then he gently pulls it away, tongue lapping at your bundle of nerves and circling it with different pressures as not one finger but two fingers breach you this time. Moving back and forth as each movement drag them deeper in your pussy, and once they're fully in he scissors them. Opening and closing to stretch you open. Soon doing the same with a third finger, using your abundance of slick as a way to safely and gently open you up for him while he enjoys your taste on his tongue.

You feel the pleasure reaching a peak, body shaking as you combat every instinct that tell you to accept the pleasure.

"Sir." He hums but remains focused, his eyes closed as his grip on your hips tightens.

"Garen." He groans, nodding and shoving his face further in your cunt.

Your hands pull at his hair. "Please, stop, I'm gonna cum!"

He pulls away suddenly, looking as if you have burned him before his face grows more gentle, more sweet.

"My perfect girl. Telling me to stop so she can save her orgasm for me." His voice is syrupy as he gets up and grabs your thighs to push you further up the bed, crawling after you.

What he does next leaves you squealing in surprise. He swings to his back, dragging you with him to hover over his face, a knee on either side of his head.

"Go on. Ride my face as a treat. But remember to tell me when you're about to cum, alright pet?"

You hesitate, slowly lowering yourself on his lips before his hands push you down all the way. Effectively fully sitting you down on his face.

A loud groan escapes you, the added pressure of the position sending electricity through your veins. His nose pushes against your clit, his lips and tongue kissing and licking at your entrance before the latter breaches you and you can't help but grind down at the feeling. Garen's throat producing a long, drown out moan at the movement while you gasp at the pleasure, slowly moving your hips up and down as you seek out your pleasure again.

"Fuck, sir. Y'feel so good. Gods, fuck. Thank you sir, thank you so much." Is the only thing that can escape your mouth, looping like a broken record as your thighs tighten around his face.

You feel his tongue moving up and down, in and out, as you circle your hips. His nose tracing your button to perfection. But it seems like your pleasure comes faster this time around, your hips trying to lift from Garen's face as he devours you once more, like a starved man being offered a meal.

You feel it, the prickling sensation precursor to your pleasure.

"Garen!" You claw at his hands as he sits you farther down on his face, eyes opening, hazy and glazed before he undoes his grip on you and you climb off of him clumsily.

"Fuck, I almost came." You pant, leaning against the pillows, laying back comfortably as you look at him.

"I'm sorry, sweet girl. I'm just…obsessed it seems. Thank you for being so good and respecting the rules, darling."

His lips touch yours as he sits up and leans over you, your taste permeating your lips with the metallic flavor of blood from earlier, your pants meeting his as he crawls over you.

"Are you ready, doll?"

"Yes, sir. Please, fuck me so good I forget everything else but you."

Garen's head drops in the crook of your neck where he bites at the crusted over bloody marks from earlier, opening them back up. You cry out in pleasure as he couples the pain with the way his cock begins to stretch you open.

Inch by inch, his member spears through you, bloody lips returned to yours as his hands hold your hips tightly. Leaving you to space to escape.

"That's it, pet. You swallow my dick so well don't you. And here I thought nothing could beat that sloppy little mouth. But your cunt can, can't it? So warm." He thrusts shallowly into you, ripping moans from you as you claw at his back. "So tight." He thrusts again, reaching deeper now. "You were made for me weren't you, sweet girl? Just for me. Now I just got to mold you to my shape and show the world who you belong to by making you scream my name so loud all of Runeterra will hear it."

Once he is finally sheathed within you feel fuller than you've ever been. Like a missing part of you has been completed. And that pleasure becomes nearly overwhelming as he begins to drag himself in and out of your warm heat. Sticky, fleshy sounds echoing through the room every time your hips meet his, the noises only adding to the filth and devotion of the moment.

"I'll go a bit harder now doll, alright?"

"Please, sir." Your eyes roll back as you feel his cock begin to drill into you, the feeling better than any fantasy you've had about Garen.

"God you look so perfect don't you, filled to the brim with my cock, taking me whole at once like a good fucking pet." He groans and thrusts harder, the blinding pleasure making you rush to clench the sheets beneath you, your back arching.

"Just for you, sir." You pant out. "Only for you. I'm yours, please just fucking use me. Claim me as your own. Fuck your cum into me until you're satisfied. But please just don't stop!"

"You beautiful fucking thing." His hips begin to snap up into yours, hands sliding your thighs around his hips. "Just trap me in." You cross your feet behind his back and he stutters in his motion before he goes faster, harder, reaches deeper. "That's it. Tell me if I'm going too hard, love."

You shake your head, pleasure overriding all of your senses and reason as you bring Garen closer and cross your legs tighter.

"Please just ruin me. I don't wanna think. Just do whatever you want to me. Please, sir, wanna feel you knocking at my cervix. Fuck!" You babble out words that do not even filter through your mind before they come out, just pure unbridled desire coming from your heart and out your lips.

His answer comes in the form of shivers racking through his body, one hand on your stomach to feel himself stretching you up as he plows into you with abandon.

"Yeah? Nearly sounds to me like you want to be bred." Snap.

"Would you like that huh? Being full of my seed, I'd push it in whenever it drips out of you. Hoping that it takes." His hips smack against yours, his tip knocking at your cervix like you begged for.

"And if it doesn't I'd just fill you up again." Thrust. "And again." Thrust. "And again." His cadence becomes erratic, his face distorting with pleasure. Brows furrowed, lips red and wet with spit, his chin covered in your drying juices and his eyes entirely black, none of the cool, soft shade of blue showing in them.

Your body responds to the feeling of his cock snapping a frantic rhythm within you, pulsating, clenching at the ministrations, your own orgasm growing closer once more. Your whole body burning from the two previous times, the pleasure growing more and more overwhelming as tears drip from your eyes.

"Please please, fuck me however you want but please let me cum!" Your voice cries out, choked with tears. "I don't think I can hold on anymore!"

His eyes open, and he leans forwards, folding you in half before uncrossing your legs, positioning each one on a shoulder before he leans further down on you, knees bent next to your hips.

"Good, because I don't think I can either, sweet girl." He nearly growls out as he pulls himself out, thrusting shallowly once or twice to tease you.

"Please sir!"

"Please, what."

"Please fill me up so good my body feels empty when you're not fucking me. Please carve my insides to your shape. Let me cum and drench your cock, please please please."

Your voice breaks while you beg as he thrusts once, then twice, before assuming the same rhythm as before. Unforgiving. Quick. Heavy. Sledgehammering his way into your cunt, each thrust bringing you closer to the brink.

You feel unbearably hot, like you're metal and he's the hearth, melting under him, molding and bending to his will as you take all he gives you in stride.

"Good girl." He whispers at each snap of his hips, big puffed breath following each of them with strings of curses and groans alongside the fleshy echoes of your bodies meeting.

"Perfect fucking girl." His other hand slides from your thigh to your neck, encapsulating it by its size and pushing ever so slightly, restricting your airflow.

"Fuck!" You spasm, body shaking uncontrollably from all the pleasure, the fingers on your stomach trailing from your navel, although they squeeze one last time so Garen feels his cock rearranging your insides, and to your clit. Pressing and moving around it in a way that has your vision bursting with colors, sobs escaping you instead of cries as more tears flow from you, akin to a downpour in the middle of April.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"That's it, pet. Clench down on me like a vice." Garen falters yet thrusts deeper, steadfast in his endeavor. "Cum around me, I know you can do it. Be a good girl and cream around my cock."

Your back arches away from the mattress once more are the assault on your insides pairing with the one currently playing with your bundle of nerves like a fiddle brings you close to your release. The hand around your throat depriving you of enough oxygen to make you feel like you're riding the best high you'd ever get in your life.

You can taste the ash of the blaze tearing you apart, feel the sear, feel yourself being taken by the all encompassing flame. Devoured whole by Garen's passion, consumed by desire.

You grow so tight around him that each thrust feels nigh impossible, the man whimpering at the feeling of your pulsating, hot flesh squeezing him. Each movement of his sending more and more overwhelming pleasure into your overstimulated body. Drool escaping your lips and the feeling of utter ecstasy.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum too, yeah? That's what you want baby?"

"Fuck. Please, please, please Garen, just fill me up. Need your cum please, fuck, need it so much."

"Good." He thrusts.

"Fucking." He throws all his weight onto you and pins you further into the bed.

"Girl." His words shake you to your core as he cums deep within. Cock settled snugly against your cervix as it pumps out a load. Hot and thick, coating your insides.

He stays there for a bit, taking his breath back while you come in and out of consciousness, pull away by reality and pleasure as they fight over who gets to have you. Fully unaware of how Garen gets up to get to the bathroom to wash his face and inner thighs, returning with a basin full of hot water and a cloth.

You whine at the wet feeling between your legs, the man wiping away at the oozing cum and at the drying stickiness on your legs. Taking the time, he kisses the hand marks seared into your hips and thighs by his bruising grip, pecking each hickey on his way up and wiping at the bloody bite mark with the wet rag.

"Garen?" Your voice comes out rasped, meek.

"Yes, sweet girl?" His voice fills back with the affection you've always known him to have. The dark heaviness all but disappearing.

"Can I stay?"

He chuckles, his face softening as his hands cradle your cheeks to wipe away the salt left by your tears. His lips meeting yours with so much passion and adoration that the whole night feels like a dream, livid and impossible but more delicious than any indulgence you could wish to be granted.

"You can stay for as long as you want. That's actually what I'd want the most."

Your hands circle his shoulders and he softly places himself at your side, head on his pillows as his hand pulls the navy covers up before his arms wrap around you, digits massaging at your sore flesh.

"I love you, doll"

"Me too." You whisper, lids heavy, closing like heavy metal before your eyes.

And as he brings you closer to him and he kisses your forehead, you hear his heartbeat beneath your ear. Gently lulling you to sleep, deafening your ears to anything but the sweet silence of slumber, finally safe within Garen's embrace.

Viktor was indeed, right. As always. That glorious bastard.

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Save Demacia (Part Three)

Part One, Part Two, (Part Three), Part Four

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Garen X Reader

Warnings: Kissing(?)

Summary: After fleeing to the Freljorg, Y/N becomes friends with an unlikely person. As the weeks progress they grow closer, will Y/N return his feelings or will she flee out of fear?

It was night-time once I finally reached the sewers. It had been a long walk, having to take an extremely treacherous walk to avoid being captured again. But, seeing Lux and Garen in the sewers made it all worth it.

“Y/N/N!” Lux’s voice broke me from my thoughts, gasping as she ran into me to pull me into a tight hug.

“Hi, Lux.” I smiled, gladly returning her hug.

“Y/N.” Garen greeted me.

“Garen.” I smiled at him also, Lux looking between the two of us, slightly confused.

“We found a way for you to leave Demacia.” Lux began to explain, “The sewers are an easy way out, nobody really knows this. You’ll be able to leave unseen, without anyone knowing.”

I nodded slightly, “Thank you.” I whispered, pulling Lux into another hug.

“Come on,” She said, grabbing my hand to lead me towards the makeshift door. “Good luck,” Lux gave me one final smile before turning to leave, only stopping to wait for Garen.

“Be safe, I love you.” Garen nodded towards me, capturing Lux’s attention as she went wide eyed but didn’t stop to say anything.

“I love you too.” Were my final words before I began my journey through the sewers.

~

By the time I was out of Demacia it was noon the following day. I had no idea where I was, but I knew I was safe here. I could feel it, perks of being a mage I guess. I wandered throughout trees and bushes for a long time, before finally reaching a new place: the Freljord.

I knew that this was where Sylas and his army were hiding out; I could feel it. But, I also knew that I didn’t have any other choice but to venture into the unknown territory. It was that or go back to Demacia and be captured again. I took a deep breath before walking through the gates, virtually unseen.

“Who are you?” A voice asked me, making me turn around.

There stood a tall man, covered in armour which was not covering him arms?

“I’m Y/N,” I stated, “who are you?”

“Tryndamere. Where are you from?” His voice was slightly less intimidating now, having assumed I am not a threat.

He could take me down easily.

“Demacia.”

“Then why are you here?” He questioned, an interested look on his face, “Let me guess, a mage?”

My eyes widened at the accusation, if it could even be called that. It is true after all.

I simply nodded.

“Well, luckily for you we aren’t like Demacia.” He nodded, walking away but not before signalling me to follow him which I gladly did so. “We simply need strong, brave warriors to fight for us. You seem the type.”

My eyes widened at this: a warrior? I could never be such a thing.

“I don’t know, sir.” My head sunk slightly at this, blushing as he turned to face me.

He placed his hands on my shoulders, moving one to tilt my face towards him.

“I believe in you.”

~

And that was the start of an unsuspected friendship.

Over the following weeks Tryndamere, or Trynd as I now called him, became fast friends. He taught me how to be a warrior, not asking for anything except my dedication in return which I gladly gave him.

He had been helping me after all.

It had been about a month with no contact from Lux nor Garen, but this was to be expected. They didn’t exactly know where I was, nor would they be able to contact me without arousing suspicion if they did.

“Are you ready for our sparring session?” Trynd’s voice broke me from my thoughts as I glanced up at him from the ground I was sat on.

I gave him a firm nod, taking his hand as he offered me it, pulling me onto my feet.

We soon began fighting, him swinging his fists at me which I easily blocked, jumping back to put space between us. I dashed towards him, hoping to catch him off guard but I didn’t. He simply grabbed me, flipping me over to get me onto the ground but I decided I wasn’t going down alone. I grabbed him around the neck, both of us tumbling to the ground, him on top of me, eyes wide.

“I win too.” I grinned at him, watching his cheeks turn red as he made no effort to get off of me. I simply assumed he was shocked. “Are you proud?” I asked him, hoping for pride from my master.

“I’m impressed, Y/N/N. Didn’t know you could do that.” He winked, chuckling slightly as he helped me up once again.

“Thanks, Trynd.” I smiled softly, blushing in embarrassment as he brought a hand to my face to move a strand of hair. However, he didn’t move his hand from there, instead it moved down to cup my cheek.

“Y/N…” He whispered, eyes glancing down to my lips before pressing them against my own.

My eyes widened in shock, quickly stepping backwards.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t.” I rushed, quickly running away, ignoring his pleas for me to stay.

~

I had lost track of how long I had been walking by now. I just knew I had to get away. I didn’t want to, but I felt immense guilt in my gut. I knew it hadn’t been my fault, but all I could think about was Garen.

What would he say?

I decided to take a break, leaning against a nearby tree to gather my thoughts. Only I couldn’t, a voice stating my name stopped me, causing me to turn around to see him.

Sylas.

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Galio from LoL Headcannons!

Do you have any relationship headcannons for Galio (league of legends)? If you don't feel comfortable writeing this feel free to ignore :>

Hope you don’t mind, but both requests were so similar that I brought them together

He is a statue created by Demacians to defend their country against evil forces that wish to only destroy and conquer what they have built thus far.

He’s been living for so long, only awakened a few times by his people, and as soon as Victory was achieved, the very same magic he was created with made him dormant once again, yet aware of everything around him, having to watch humanity and how ephemeral it is.

Galio realised after a while that he must protect his people for they cannot be fixed, like he can, and so, his whole statue life has been dedicated to protecting...

...And hoping that somehow, despite the decreasing of magic, there would be someone who could save him from this dormant lifestyle he has to endure.

Which is how he met you, the person he cherishes the most in his life, the person who offered him freedom and ability to have a proper lifestyle.

He would treasure and worship the ground you walk on, not knowing how to properly thank you for the blessing you’ve bested upon him.

He is still very innocent and naive about humans, life and the living, so you’d have to be patient and teach him everything, from the basic to the more complex, but never forget that he is eternally grateful and would do his best to show you that every second.

Since he’s so big, he’d create a place only for you, plant lots of fruit trees in a place, and flower trees in another and would take care of this orchard religiously, wanting to surprise you and show you that he’s capable of living a normal lifestyle.

Despite loving to save his countrymen, he hates having to fight and kill, so he’d go to war with a heavy heart every time, still rather skeptical and frightened that the spell would break and he’d have to revert back to his dormant life.

Very often you’d have to reassure him that you still care about him, that you’re not going to get mad and break the spell and so on, but he’s very caring and loves you with every little pebble in his core.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Can I get some Taric relationship and/or him falling in love in some really simple and plain? I'd love to see anything Taric related :D

((I’m so sorry I was an idiot and hit “Answer privately” without even editing or writing it properly xD Also, hope we can get to play LoL some day :D 

For those who don’t know, I play on EUNE ^^ ))

Taric has always been a lover and a protector of life, love and beauty, which is exactly why his demise was brought by Demacia and its rulers, who were ever so strict and stuck up in the old ways. 

Once he made his way on Mount Targon, he was finally allowed to be himself and bathe in the wonders of the world, and more, be able to protect, as the Shield of Valoran. 

He’d fall for your beauty, your etherealness, your kindness, the way you move yourself, your grace, your interactions with other creatures…

He’d admire every little thing about you. 

Even if you find something ugly or unsightly about yourself, he’d point out how uniquely gorgeous that detail is. 

He’d literally shower you with affection and love. 

And if you can’t love yourself, Taric would love you double anyways, and would try his best to help you on the journey of finding self-love and acceptance. 

I can see him falling in love step by step…

But it was descending harder and harder and he succumbed to his heart’s desired without even realising. 

But he was happy. 

He was no longer tied to the Demacian’s authoritarian rule, so he could be himself. 

 He could love you and have no regret or restrictions.  

And even more, he could protect you from all the possible harms that could befall you, no matter of what kind. 

 He’s tell you stories of the world and everything he admires in the world, but would be sort of reluctant to be reminded of his time in Demacia and a guard, a hero…

A hero who failed to save his men and let them be killed in their sleep by the Void. 

Taric would appreciate you understanding him and his occasional struggles, and just being there by his side would make him the happiest man alive. 

He would gift you all sorts of gems as gifts and tell you what each of them does to benefit you and what they could protect you of.

And if you keep them and keep taking care of them, he’d be so thrilled and hyped that he can have a part of him shielding you from the evil even when he’s not around physically.

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Little Light

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Sylas X Mage!Crownguard!Reader

Warnings: Violence

Summary: After bargaining with Sylas, Y/N begins to visit him every day to protect her sister, Luxanna. But as the two slowly grow closer, will this affect her status in Demacia?

The day Lux was born was the day my life seemed to have purpose. That purpose being to protect Lux.

Garen also had this feeling, of course, but not as deep as I did. Lux was my sister, my best friend and the main focus of my life.

It wasn’t until she began to grow older when I realised the reason for this.

She’s a mage…

That was when it all made sense; the reason I had to protect her was in fact because she is just like me. Our type being frowned upon and hidden away in the very place that we call home.

“Y/N!” It was Lux, “I’m heading out, are you going to be okay on your own?”

I smiled gently, giving her a nod, “I’ll be fine, Lux. Go have fun.” I winked, hopefully making her think I assumed that she was going to see a boy.

I know she isn’t.

“I will.” She giggled, and with that she left.

I watched her small frame leave our home, dread filling my body.

I knew that she had been visiting the infamous Sylas for the past few days, and I knew that I had to put a stop to it.

“How?” You may ask, but the answer is simple.

I’ll use myself to protect her.

~

It was the early hours of the morning when I heard Lux return, the door shutting as quietly as possible followed by soft footsteps climbing up the steps towards her room.

I knew I had to act now.

I waited for around twenty minutes, knowing how long it would take for Lux to fall asleep before making my way out of the window, fully clothed and ready to go speak to Sylas.

The walk itself was quiet, nobody being around Demacia at this time of night, just the occasional guards who greeted me with a plain nod.

It wasn’t until I reached where Sylas was being held that I was finally spoken to.

“And who might you be?” One of the main guards here spoke to me with a firm voice, glaring down at me.

“Y/N Crownguard,” his eyes widened, “I’ve come to pick up something that Luxanna left earlier.”

The man nodded quickly, “There you go, Miss Crownguard.” He said, letting me past immediately, giving me a final nod as the door closed behind me.

It wasn’t long until I found where they kept him. He was behind a giant door, where he had been for a long time now. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Well then, what do we have here?” The man, who could only be Sylas, asked me, a sinister tone lacing his voice.

“You’ve been seeing my sister,” I replied the second the door shut behind me, “it needs to stop.”

I looked up from the ground, seeing Sylas chained up behind the door.

“Another mage, huh?” He chuckled as my eyes widened, “Why would I stop seeing your sister? She is quite a joy to be around. What exactly can you give me in return?”

“Anything you want.”

Sylas hesitated for a moment, seemingly taken aback by my willingness to obey to him.

“Fine.”

And that was the start of my contact with Sylas.

He brushed Lux off, telling her never to visit again and instead, he began by asking me to visit him daily, just as Lux had been doing.

Each day I brought him something else, anything he wanted, and we somehow became friends.

~

“I brought you some food, Sylas.” My voice echoed throughout the room once the door closed.

Sylas glanced up from the book he was reading, smiling slightly at the sight of me carrying a tray filled with food.

Dead rats can’t be nice.

“Thank you, little light.” He nodded, placing the book beside him as I walked towards him, a slight blush dusting my cheeks at the name he had given me.

“It’s okay.” I mumbled, handing him the food before taking a seat on the ground outside where he was kept as he did the same, only inside the prison he was trapped in.

We sat in silence for a few moments before I broke it.

“I wish you weren’t trapped in there, Sylas.” I whispered, catching his attention as he gave me a confused look, “I think we would have been good friends.”

“As do I.” He nodded, reaching out towards me, gently grasping my hand, something I never would have expected from him when I first learned of his and Lux’s meetings.

Glancing up at the clock, I realised that I’d had to leave.

I stood up, immediately dropping Sylas’s hand as I did so, a confused look covering his face once again.

“I need to leave. I have a ball to attend.” I whispered, turning to face him one final time.

“A ball?” He asked, “Who exactly are you, little light?”

“Y/N. Y/N Crownguard.” I stated, leaving as I did so, not wishing to hear his response knowing what he thought of the Crownguards.

“C-Crownguard…?” Was the final thing I heard from him as the door slammed shut.

~

Never had I expected the next time I would be meeting Sylas would be at his execution. Nor would that be the first time I would see Sylas and Lux together.

“You can’t kill him!” I heard Lux yell as I pushed through the crowd to see what was going on.

There stood Lux, defending Sylas who was about to be executed.

The two spotted me, now at the front of the crowd as both their eyes widened.

“She’s a mage lover!” One man yelled.

“Get her!” Someone screamed, pointing at Lux as a group of men ran towards them.

“Lux!” I called, running in front of the group who were doing their best to reach my sister.

“Let us passed, Miss Crownguard.” The group demanded, “Or we might just have to take you with us.”

“Never.” I spat, holding my hand out to cast the men back into the crowd, getting them away from both Lux and Sylas.

I ignored the screams of terror coming from the crowd as I ran towards Sylas, kneeling down to be at his height as I gently stroked his hair, feeling guilty despite there having been nothing I could have done.

“I’m sorry, Sylas.” I whispered to him.

“As am I, little light.”

“Wh…”

A loud crash cut me off as Sylas jumped to his feet, pushing both me and Lux behind him to shield us from the broken pieces of what had been holding him just moments ago.

“Y-Y/N?” Lux whispered, desperately gripping onto my hand.

“It’s okay, Lux.” I replied blankly, doing my best to avoid her gaze as I watched Sylas yell at the crowd in front of him.

“Lux! Y/N!” I heard Garen yell towards us, running at full speed towards Sylas, sword in hand.

“Garen, you can’t!” I yelled back, immediately dropping Lux’s hand to jump in front of Sylas, using all my power to push back Garen.

“Y/N, your compassion is usually welcome. But not over him.” Garen glared at Sylas who simply glared back before he rested a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, little light.” He whispered, smirking as he noticed Garen grow angrier at the contact. “He can’t do anything to me.”

“Please, don’t hurt each other.” I begged, tears welling up in my eyes as I pleaded with Garen. “If you’re going to hurt each other, then you have to hurt me first.”

Both their eyes widened at this, seemingly in shock at my demand.

“I never thought I’d see you siding with a murderer, Y/N.” Garen stated, raising his sword.

But I knew he wouldn’t strike.

“Y/N!” Sylas yelled, shoving me behind him, obviously afraid.

Garen simply shook his head.

“You’re a monster.” Garen spat, pointing his sword towards Sylas.

“A monster? That is what you call the man that loves your sister?”

Loves…?

“You love her?” Garen yelled in horror.

“That I do.” Sylas grinned, enjoying the horror on his face.

“I won’t let this happen!” Garen roared, once again raising his sword.

“Garen, please. I love him too!” I begged, the tears now having fallen, racing down my cheeks to see who could touch the ground first.

Both Garen and Sylas looked towards me, their faces softening.

“Do not cry, Light.” Sylas whispered, reaching his hand out towards me.

“What we do is wrong, Garen. Nobody asked to be a mage, they were born that way. I was born that way.”

A ball of light emitted from my hand as I raised it high into the air, Garen’s eyes ablaze.

“Fine.” He stated, grasping Lux to tug her towards him, “You two leave this place. The mageseekers and army are coming now, leave and don’t return.”

“Thank you, Garen.” I thanked him, earning a simple nod as he and Lux darted away.

“Come, little light. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

[fandom-imagines]

Crush

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Lux X Gender Neutral Reader (I know how frustrating it is to have fanfiction for the opposite gender as a girl with a huge crush on Lux haha)

Warnings: Kissing, second-hand embarrassment for Garen(?)

Luxanna Crownguard, more commonly known as Lux.

Of course I knew the name, she is my best friend after all. Not to mention my crush of three years, but we don’t talk about that. I never do nor have I ever told anybody.

Never plan to.

It’s not that I’m embarrassed about my crush. She is perfect after all. Her long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and adorable personality.

She is the definition of beautiful, inside and out.

But, we’re just friends. That’s all we’ve ever been and all we ever will be.

Despite how much time we spend together, she’ll only ever see me as a friend; that’s all I’ll ever be to her.

“Y/N?” Lux’s silky voice broke me from my thoughts, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Luxxy.” I smiled, appreciating her genuine concern.

She cares so much.

“Are you sure?” She asks, tilting her head like a cute puppy would when confused.

I lifted my hand, gently patting her hair to comfort her.

“I’m okay, just thinking.” I smiled, watching her blush upon my touch which warmed my heart and gave me some false hope.

“About what?”

I gave her a small shrug, obviously not wanting to go into it. I mean, she is the person on my mind after all.

I decided to take a look at her. Her hair was slightly messy due to the fact that the two of us had just woken up after we fell asleep during our weekly movie night. Her ocean eyes were still slightly drowsy. My eyes darted downwards to her slightly parted lips that I had dreamed of kissing on more than one occasion. They were pink and plump and everything I had ever dreamed of in a girl. She is everything I have ever dreamed of in general.

Suddenly, the door burst open and a tall man came inside Lux’s bedroom.

“Garen! What are you doing here?” Lux asked, eyes wide at her brothers sudden, and dare I say dramatic, entrance.

“Mom said breakfast is ready in five.” Garen stated, standing tall as he turned and left.

The second the door slammed shut, Lux burst into giggles leaving me confused.

“He totally has a crush on you!” She giggled, making me laugh along.

She’s so cute.

“Garen? Nah. Too good for me.” I smiled.

“You’re too good for him, Y/N. You’re too good for anyone!” She grinned, patting my hair as I had done to her moments ago which lead to me blushing this time.

Does she really think that…?

“Nope, you’re too good for everybody. Too precious for this world.” I winked, trying to play it off casually.

I walked as her cheeks lit up a bright pink, gaze darting to the cream carpet then the pink walls in an embarrassed manner. My eyes darted towards the huge white bunny that I had won her a few years ago. She had kept it in the corner of her room where she could see it no matter what. She once told me that anytime she is down, she looks at it and it lifts her spirits.

That made me happy.

“You mean it?” Lux’s soft voice squeaked, her eyes still looking everywhere but me.

“I do, Lux. I really do.” I nodded, despite knowing that she couldn’t see it.

“Even you?”

This confused me.

What did she mean?

“You’re definitely too good for me, Luxxy.”

Lux shook her head in disagreement, eyes finally meeting mine.

“I disagree, Y/N/N.” She whispered, “You’re too good for me. That’s why I haven’t told you how I feel.” She continued, eyes widening as she realised what she had just said. “Uhm, forget I said that!” She chuckled nervously, eyes looking away from me again.

“Lux…” I mumbled, catching her attention, “What do you mean?”

“I-well I uhm…” She stuttered, “I like you, okay? Like, as more than a friend or best friend. As a partner.” She rushed out, fiddling with her fingers in a nervous manner.

I must have startled Lux when I suddenly pressed my lips against her pink ones, my hand raising to gently caress her cheek. I felt her kiss back, small hands gripping the ends of my t-shirt, bunching them up into fists.

We were interrupted by the door, once again, swinging open and I sharp gasp from behind us.

“A-am I interrupting something?” Garen asked, blushing slightly in embarrassment of walking in on his sister and potential crush kissing.

Lux and I giggled, her hands still grabbing my shirt while my hand fell, lightly holding her hand.

“M-Mom said come downstairs.” He said, forcing a smile before darting out of the room and downstairs.

Lux and I made eye contact, smiling at each other in a comfortable silence.

“I love you, Lux.” I grinned, happy to finally get that off my chest after three years of suffering in silence.

“I love you, Y/N.”

[fandom-imagines]

Save Demacia (Part Two)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Garen X Reader

Warnings: Nothing really

Summary: After being captured by the Demacian mageseekers and take to a cell, Y/N loses hope. But when someone comes to her rescue, will she make it out alive?

A/N: There’s probably going to be two more parts to this. I really love this story.

“You’re with him, aren’t you?” One of the guards spat at me, looking at me through the metal bars of my cell.

I had been here a few days by now, each day I lost hope. Neither Lux nor Garen had been to visit me. I knew that Lux wouldn’t be allowed, locked in her room once again as she had been due to the Sylas incident. But, Garen? I thought maybe he would come. Thinking about it, he probably hates me by now. I had kept a huge secret from his after all.

“I’m not with anyone.” I whispered, tightly closing my eyes to prevent any tears from falling.

“Yes you are!” Another guard yelled, banging against the bars making me flinch in fright.

“Enough,” a strong voice spoke from behind the guards, “I’ll take it from here.”

I didn’t dare open my eyes as I panicked.

Was this it?

“M-Mr Crownguard-“

Those two words made my eyes shoot open where I saw Garen stood in his armour, staring directly at me.

“Leave us.”

After the three guards did as commanded, Garen and I were stood in silence. It felt awkward, extremely awkward to be honest. Neither of us broke eye contact, until Garen spoke.

“You should have told me.”

Guilt filled my body as I looked away, ashamed of being in this cell.

“I know…” I sighed, “But, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to lose you.” I admitted, glancing up for a second to see Garen’s blushed cheeks.

“You wouldn’t have.”

I swallowed harshly, each moment making me feel sick with guilt.

“I’m sorry.” My voice came out as a quiet whisper.

“It’s okay.”

I saw Garen reach his hand between the bars, waiting for my to take it with hopeful eyes. I gladly did so, feeling his give me a gentle squeeze before he let go to walk away.

I expected him to leave, but he simply stood in front of the door, as though he was searching for something. He was, I knew this when I saw him pick up a key. My eyes, once again, widened as I realised what he was doing.

“Garen! You can’t.” I said, shocked that he would even consider this.

“Come on,” he rushed, quickly unlocking the gate to let me leave, “There’s a window, go to the sewers, me and Lux will meet you there.”

I nodded panicked as I headed towards the window.

“And, Y/N…”

“Yeah?”

“Be safe.” Were his final words before boosting me up to allow me to climb up.

It was as I was leaving when I heard Garen’s panicked voice:

“She’s escaped.”

I ran.

[fandom-imagines]

Save Demacia (Part One)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Garen X Mage!Reader

Warnings: Violence. Probably a few errors as I haven’t had time to proofread this. 

Summary: Lux’s longtime friend and Garen’s girlfriend is a mage. Only thing is, she hasn’t told anybody. When she’s faced with a problem, will she use her powers to save Demacia or let everybody fall to save herself?

Ever since I was a child I had been best friends with Luxanna Crownguard. I was also close to her brother, Garen but not as close as I was with Lux. There was a reason for this, that reason being that both Lux and I had something to hide.

Our magic.

Lux hadn’t been as successful as I had, but, as she was royalty, this didn’t matter too much. However, if I was to ever be exposed, I would surely be sentenced on the spot.

I could have fled Demacia without a second thought had it not been for the Crownguard family. Lux was, and always will be, my best friend; and Garen? Well… I guess you could say he was my whole world considering we had been together for around four years now.

The crush I had on him began when Lux and I were young. There was only three years between Garen and I which made our friendship grow. We would talk late into the night when I was at their house and Lux had fallen asleep. In fact, that exact scenario was how our relationship blossomed.

Garen and I sat on the lower floor of the Crownguard home. Lux had long since fallen asleep in her bedroom upstairs and I had managed to silently sneak out to my other friends room who I knew would be awake. Garen and I both crept downstairs, communicating which each other through only eye contact before we reached the empty ground floor.

“Hey, Y/N.” The brown-haired man I had become so infatuated with over the years spoke.

“Yeah?” I asked him, my eyes filled to the brim with curiosity.

“Do you think I’d be a good solider?”

It was Garen’s destiny to become a soldier, but this didn’t mean that he didn’t have doubts about himself being one.

I smiled, “Of course, Garen. You’d be a wonderful one. You’re strong, brave and so many more amazing things.”

Garen returned my smile, eyes gazing into my own catching me off guard with the conflicted look dancing around in them.

“Garen? What’s wrong?”

It was then that his lips pressed gently against my own, hand reaching up to cup my cheek. A deep red blush ran up my cheeks, my own hand reaching up to grasp the back of his neck to pull both of us closer.

“Y/N/N, you there?” Lux’s high-pitched voice asked me as we searched around her room.

I had lost my staff a few days ago and it still hadn’t shown up. I was panicking at the thought of somebody else finding it.

“Yeah, sorry.” I mumbled, but loud enough for Lux to hear it.

“We’ll find it eventually; don’t worry.” The blonde-haired girl did her best to comfort me.

I nodded, before checking the time.

Garen was away on a mission to hunt down Sylas and I was praying he would be okay. Sylas was an extremely dangerous man, that much I knew having met him a few times.

It was safe to say I despise him.

“The army will be arriving back soon,” My voice broke the silence we had fallen into, “do you want to go see them?”

Eagerly, Lux nodded. Both of us wanted to check on Garen and the others.

We both jumped onto our feet, before exiting the Crownguard home.

~

Lux and I stood among the masses of people awaiting the arrival of the army. Most were excited, some nervous and others showing no emotion whatsoever. Me? Well I was filled with anxiety. That feeling didn’t fade one bit as I saw the army, including Garen, running towards the gate.

Running? That can’t be good.

As they got closer, I could see something chasing after them.

I watched in horror as, just when the gates were shutting, something burst through, knocking us all to the ground as people screamed in terror. It wasn’t until I managed to peel myself from the ground, I saw exactly what had gotten in:

Sylas.

Lux and I shared a terrified look as we both noticed him, followed by his army charging inside of Demacia.

I wasn’t even given time to gather my thoughts when one of Sylas’s warriors charged towards me, sword raised ready to kill me.

I jumped back, doing my best to dodge his blows that would more certainly kill me until I fell. It wasn’t long before I heard rushed footsteps from behind me and the man was shoved away from me. I spotted Garen, the running man, dashing towards Sylas, preparing to strike. However, he didn’t hit him. Sylas used his chains to block the blow, catching Garen’s wrist and ankle with the chains that once bound him before knocking him to the ground.

I watched in horror just as I had done moments ago as my boyfriend lay on the ground. That was until I spotted my staff, the one that had gone missing not long ago, fly onto the ground just metres in front of me.

As I looked up to see who had dropped it when I saw Sylas walking towards Garen, Garen’s own sword in hand ready to use it on him.

And that’s when I knew,..

I had to expose myself and risk death in order to save my boyfriend. And so I did with no hesitation.

I quickly jumped onto my feet, holding out my hand to summon the staff towards me, all while I felt Garens gaze on me, watching each movement with his eyes wide in shock.

Once I felt the cold metal in my hand, I quickly used a spell I had memorised, holding it high in the air as a blinding beam flew into the air, distracting everyone. Within seconds, Galio crashed onto the ground, giving us all a few seconds to get onto our feet and behind his shielding wings.

Once they opened, everyone was face to face with Sylas’s army. They were heavily outnumbered; they knew this. And so they fled as quickly as possible. Nobody dared to move a muscle until they were all gone. And once they were, I felt metal clasp around my wrists, followed by a loud clicking as my hands were handcuffed behind my back and I was dragged away, my final view being Lux’s panicked face and Garen’s shocked one.

Part Two