Ok, so this is my first attempt at making a League of Legends fanfiction, a story that also features Garen and Katarina. I'm not sure if I will keep it as a one-shot or continue into a story (probably the latter). In caution, I have read little of the lore outside of the game, so this story will likely not follow the lore very well (only the character lore mostly), mostly because I don't have time to read the lore and I wanted to branch off and have some fun. Another caution, this chapter will have a very short (and my first ever, so it's not good.) lemon scene. Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter!

Quotations – "Talking"

Contractions + Italics – 'Thoughts'

Stressed Word or Object/Person of interest – Bold

When It All Changed

Chapter 1: Unexpected 'Fun'

The day was over was over and it was time to relax, at least, in the mind of the Might of Demacia, as he sat alone at the table of a bar in Kalamanda; The name of said bar escaping his mind for the time being. He could have joined his fellow soldiers in drinking and relaxing, but the Commander thought differently. A soldier should always be ready. So in this, the commander only drank enough to feel slightly tipsy; just so he could still fight, should conflict arise. On that thought, he suddenly wished he wore his full armor instead of a simple chainmail shirt. Despite this state of mind however, the Demacian knew that the chance of a fight was unlikely as the village was Neutral between Demacia and Noxus. Hell, some of the Noxians got along with his fellow Demacians; knowing that despite being bitter enemies many times, they were just soldiers following orders. Draven the Glorious Executioner of Noxus was trying to show off to some of the Demacians with his skill with an axe; an act that his older brother Darius scolded him for. He was broken from his thoughts when he heard a chair being dragged from his table and a soft 'thump' hitting the chair as someone sat down next to him.

"Come on, live a little. You're always by yourself." A female voice spoke; leading the Commander to turn to his new company, taking note of the blood red hair, black form fitting clothes, and a scar over her left eye.

"If that's the case, why are you sitting with me, again, Katarina?" Garen questioned the Sinister Blade with a smirk tugging at his face.

The assassin just shrugged. "Probably because you look so pitiful moping by yourself?" she smirked.

Garen couldn't help but lightly smile at this, the assassin, like all of Noxus were a bitter enemy to him and his fellow men, but like earlier, admitted they were just soldiers following orders. "Maybe I like sitting here by myself."

Katarina just laugh slightly, "You just enjoy my company. Admit it." Earning the ire of some other Demacian soldiers who overheard their conversation; almost jealous that she gets the company of their Commander instead of them. Garen just frowned slightly in response, earning a quizzical look from the Sinister Blade. "Oh come now Garen. We've met up many times at this place to drink and chat, why are you now questioning me?" The assassin asked, somewhat irritated.

Garen just grunted. "Probably the looks we get from Demacian and Noxians alike?" Causing the red head to give a quick look around. Sure enough, she turned to the Blood Brothers, Draven didn't care as he was showing off, and Darius gave a slight nod of disapproval. She turned to a table with Demacian soldiers and they just glared at her.

The looks did nothing to sway the Noxian, instead she just scoffed. "Since when do you care what people think. It's not like we're fucking or anything. Our homes are not at war with each other at the moment so I see no problem in why we can't just have friendly chatter and drink together. Would you rather we go back to us trying to kill each other?"

The Demacian simply sat there and gave a quick thought on her argument. It was true that their respective homes were not currently in conflict and no law was against them socializing with each other, but that last part stuck to him. 'Go back to killing each other?' he thought. While he didn't so much care for killing, he would admit that the Sinister Blade was by far the best fighter he had ever fought. "Well, not so much killing, but I did enjoy our fights." Garen admitted finally.

Katarina simply smiled, almost evilly. She too admitted the Might of Demacia seemed to be the one person she just couldn't kill; but rather than frustrate her, she enjoyed the challenge. On this thought, she decided to have a bit of fun. "So, you enjoy our fights, but you don't enjoy our time as drinking buddies?" She playfully pouted.

"I don't drink that much." Garen said with a monotone voice, acting almost unamused by the assassin's sudden playful attitude.

"That's beside the point." Katarina said, still pouting.

"I enjoy your company immensely yes. It has brought light to the misbeliefs of Noxians and it's amusing to know that the very person who spends every moment I'm here drinking with me, was at many times, a bitter enemy with a knife to my throat." The commander explained.

"I guess that is somewhat amusing." Katarina relented from her playful attitude. The tension however was broke and the duo sat around and chatted for the hours to come.

A Couple Hours Later

It was nearing almost 1:00 A.M. and Garen was barely feeling tipsy, true to his believe that a soldier should always be ready. Less could be said for the Sinister Blade right next to him however, as the woman, in her stupor, scooted closer to him and fell asleep on his shoulder. The bartender stated he was closing up in a couple minutes and those who remained were readying to go; one of such people was Darius. Swallowing his dislike for the man for a brief moment, Garen decided to ask, "Care to take her with you?", hoping the Noxian would accept.

Instead, the man just scoffed. "She's your problem, deal with it." He answered before walking out the door.

Garen sighed heavily, clearly not wanting to do so. He however, did not know what to do in this situation as he for one, did not know where the Sinister Blade was staying and if was a Noxian camp, he would likely not be allowed near, and two, his own camp would likely question why he had a sleeping Sinister Blade in his arms. He sighed again as he positioned the sleeping red head to lay her head briefly on the table as he went up to the bartender. "Would you happen to know of an inn nearby?" The commander asked.

The middle age man, with both balding, graying brown hair simply replied. "Yeah, it's actually just a few buildings down. Cheap too. Why? You taking your lady friend home?" The bartender inquired.

Garen simply put his face in one of his hands in exasperation, with a tinge of red on his face. "No. I'm not allowed near Noxian camps nor is she allowed near any of our camps, so I was planning to rent a room, leave her there and return to my camp.

The bartender simply gave a nod in understanding, as he watched the Might of Demacia trudge back over to his tale and lifted the Noxian Assassin bridal style in his arms as he went to leave the bar, giving a goodbye to the bartender as he walked out; unware of a smirk starting to spread on the sleeping assassin's face.

Moments Later

Garen unlocked the room at the inn, albeit with difficulty with the sleeping red head in his arms, as he trudged in; surveying the room. True to the bartender's word, the room itself was cheap, probably due to lack of people staying, as the room itself was…nice as he put it, having a bed that could easily fit three people comfortably. As he went to lay the sleeping woman down in the bed, gently removing her weapons, so as to not having her accidently stab herself, and covering her with blankets to ensure she didn't get cold, his thoughts went somewhere else. Why was he going this far out of his way to make sure the Sinister Blade of Noxus comfortable? So far as to rent her a room, carry her to bed, unarm her to prevent self-injury, and even tucking her in?

He didn't think on it any longer, as he turned his back to the woman and began to walk toward to door of the door. That is, before he felt hands. Quickly, he was pulled back and throw on the bed, his head hitting the headboard; not hard, but just enough to daze him slightly. In the split second it took for the Might of Demacia to re-steady his sight, he felt a foreign weight on him; the weight he realized was a body. He looked up to see the Sinister Blade herself straddling him and she held his arms down; her head raised not far above his own.

"My, my. I didn't know Garen Crownguard was such a gentlemen. Carrying a sleeping woman to an inn which he bought so she could have a place to sleep? That I did not expect from someone like you." Katarina remarked with a devilish smirk on her face, which was adorned with red, whether it was from the alcohol she consumed previously or she was embarrassed, Garen didn't know.

"And what do you think you're doing Katarina?" Garen question as calmly as possible, trying to hide the panic that was creeping up.

"Oh, you know, just trying to have some…fun." The Sinister Blade purred seductively as she lowered her face slightly towards the Commander, feeling his hot breath on her skin.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Garen spoke as he started panicking slightly; not out dislike, but out of what this even could do to his future in his career, or in Demacia.

"Come on, we both like each other." Katarina confessed, though more so in a teasing way. "Besides, no one will know; it can be our little…secret." She then added, as she grinded her crotch on Garen's. "And, if you stop being so uptight in my presence, we could do this much more often." She finished as she starting feverously grinding her crotch against Garen's.

Garen couldn't help the small groan that escape his mouth. He too, while he wouldn't admit it, did indeed like the Sinister Blade, and found their…situation stimulating, tried to repress these feelings, trying to avoid the obviously known repercussions of their…coupling. "S-stop." Garen demanded, though, much to his horror, it came out weak, and almost made him sound desperate for more pleasure.

Katarina lustfully smirked at the near panicking Commander as she closed the remaining gap between their faces; planting her lips firmly on Garen's own. Slowly…but surely, the Demacian's resistance ceased and soon, he was returning the Sinister Blades kiss. Katarina pulled back, panting heavily as she looked upon Garen's flushed face; who was also panting. "Ah. I see you're finally in the mood. Good, because I wasn't going to stop." She smirked lustfully.

Despite his desires, Garen decided to speak up. "We're both going to regret this. You know that right?"

Katarina lost the lustful look in her eyes as she looked down at the prone Commander. "Maybe…but like I said, no one will know. Let's forget about the future and focus on the here and now." She responded, regaining a look of hunger in her eyes.

Garen, upon hearing those words, resigned himself to his fate. At least, he himself was going to try to enjoy himself; said enjoyment still increasing as the red head never stopped her grinding during their conversation. He grabbed the red-head's head and pulled her down for another searing kiss; tangling his hand in her red-hair. In the midst of the make out session, Kat struggled to get her top off, quite eager to continue.

Off was the top and all that was left was a simple black bra, following that, Katarina pulled back and rubbed her sizable breast together, displaying a nearly unhealthy amount of cleavage…if such a thing was possible. What the Sinister Blade did not expect however, was Garen's hand shooting out and grabbing hold of both of them. "Aaah!" Katarina moaned out in pleasure, as she looked at the large hands fondling her chest. "Straight to the point eh? I like it." She teased. Stopping her grinding, Katarina move slightly forward to straddling his stomach, as he turned slightly to cup a bulge in the Might of Demacia's pants. "I see you have a rather large…present for me."

Garen groaned slightly as he felt the Sinister Blade grab at his crotch, but nonetheless he continued playing with the woman's chest; that is until he felt the hand leave his crotch and push his hands away, back down to his sides, earning a grunt from the Demacian.

"Ah. Ah. Ah." Katarina teased as she leaned over Garen and wagged her finger in his face. "Good things come to those who wait. But first, I must ask: Why am I the only one losing the clothes?" She finished as she started tugging at Garen's chainmail shirt.

Garen gave a grunt in annoyance as he jerked his arms from the Sinister Blade, he then leaned up slightly to take off his chainmail shirt, along with the cloth shirt underneath it before falling back onto his back. "There we go. Now let's have some fun." Katarina commented. With that said, she quickly unlatch her bra, letting her breast bounce free before firmly planting her lips against Garen's; reengaging in the heated make out season between the Noxian and Demacian.

Minutes later, the two found themselves completely naked with Katarina making the final preparations for the 'sinful' act between them; rubbing her exposed core against Garen's manhood. When she finally decided both of them were read she positioned herself over Garen, she pushed down, penetrating herself down to the base with a wince of pain appearing on her face.

Garen took note of this. "Are you ok?" Garen asked with a look of concern on his face. His gaze went down to their crotch and saw blood seeping down onto his shaft. "I-it's your first time?" Garen asked as he leaned up to cup the Sinister Blade's pained face.

Katarina's response was to smirk weakly, "O-o-of course. What? Did you expect me to whore myself out to other men?" Garen was about to answer when Katarina pushed up and sat back down, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the Might of Demacia. Katarina herself was still in pain, but knew enough about sex that it would feel good soon for her.

As the two continued, both were growing more desperate for their release. Garen was tightly gripping Katarina's hips and thrusting upwards while Katarina was rigorously riding the Demacian, panting heavily. Soon enough, the two of them could go no further. The two reach their climax with Katarina clamping tightly down on Garen while Garen released inside the red head; both of them yelling each other's names.

As the two came down from their blissful high, Katarina fell on top of Garen, the two of them panting heavily from their 'adventure' while also basking in the afterglow of their recent actions. Katarina on one hand felt content, but Garen, while he felt good himself was inwardly screaming at himself should anyone find out. Katarina noticed then when she raised her head from his chest. "Remember, no one will know." She purred, putting Garen's worries to ease…for now as the as the two covered themselves with the blankets and fell asleep in each other's arms.

So, this ends the chapter! Now, will Garen and Katarina be able to hide their coupling, or will they be found out and punished? I hope you enjoyed the chapter! For updates on this story, It would be very fast I'm afraid as I find myself more dedicated to my other story. This story mostly came up as I started reading other LOL fanfics and started brainstorming needlessly until I decided to type it up and post it. Anyways, if you like the story, feel free to leave a review, favorite it, send me feedback, send a suggestion or PM me with your questions and/or suggestion! Bye!