Muse has been like a toddler who hasn't had a nap recently, so I apologize for the wait, if any of you have cared. Quinn is kawaii and I miss maining Talon so have this


Quinn swallowed, the act of doing so causing the blade held to her throat to feel massively more threatening. It glittered in the dim Demacian street light that came in sparingly through the open window of her dwelling. Was that a hint of blood she saw? Was it her own? Her mind was in a spin, knowing the smallest of movements could spell death.

Her body covered with nothing but a towel, his free hand curled around her waist, Quinn's hands latching urgently onto his forearm as he did so. He was warm.

"T-Talon you bastard… shouldn't be- why are you… AGH!"

He shut her up by pressing the blade harder against her exposed neck, which drew not only a yelp from her but small beads of blood, though this time she was positive it was her own on account of the stinging that accompanied it. She knew he was smirking.

"No more chirping little birdy. Just tell me what I want to know." he quipped quietly, deep voice sending chills down her spine.

Quinn had expected to arrive home, shower, and then settle down for the night after a long day spent taking orders and begrudgingly scouting places she didn't want to be. However it seemed Runeterra had other ideas.

Something inside of her had this absurd amount of fear of Talon, and as the deadliest assassin in all of Noxus and probably Valoran, she had a reason. He was a known threat to Demacia and its citizens, Quinn included, but as a fellow champion and used to his antics both on and off the field, she found it unsurprising that he'd come to her if he needed information relating to the war of Noxus and Demacia; the others such as Jarvan were far too protected and… valuable.

But at the same time, Quinn had faith in him. She was stupid enough to trust him with her life as it was hardly their first encounter. He'd shown enough humanity or dare she say it, he cared enough to leave her with his cape so she wouldn't freeze to death at one point. Yet here he was, famous arm blade at her neck.

All that and he'd managed to tweak a heartstring somehow.

Quinn nodded, and he relieved some pressure from her neck, though the hand at her waist remained firm.

"What do you want to know, Talon… I'll tell you what I can." Her voice was shaky, hands trembling in the slightest.

After a pause, Talon spoke again.

"Where's that oaf Jarvan and his army of flesh bags headed?"

"The Ironspike Mountains."

"Did they take prisoners?"

"Noxian soldiers."

"Has Azir shown any sign of joining this occupation?"

"N-No his business is elsewhere though he seeks Cassiopeia."

"See that wasn't so hard, now was it little bird?"

Talon's tone was mocking as he rested his head on Quinn's shoulder with a snide smile. Quinn fidgeted, breaths shallow as she shook her head. Talon lowered the blade from her neck completely, arm now wrapping around her midriff above his other.

Quinn sent a small glare at him, golden eyes narrowing into slits as she fell still.

"Slimmer than last we met, are we?" he whispered, amused. She rolled her eyes before shutting them. "Oh Quinn, you can't resist me forever."

"I can try."

"Good luck, little bird." he muttered, planting a quick kiss on her cheek before letting go of her waist and slipping out the window.

A new realization bubbled up inside of Quinn when she opened her eyes.

She couldn't resist him forever.


Sorry for no smut, Wingsu hueheu