Seeking Solace

Chapter One: In the Hour of Twilight


Quinn stood with her back turned on Talon. She was understandably upset with him. After all this time together, after all the things they've done, and after all the love she's given him… He says he doesn't want to be with her anymore? She shook her head just thinking about all the time she had wasted on… this.

The scout and the assassin had been secretly seeing each other for almost five years now. They were good at hiding their secret relationship but it took a lot just to see the other. Quinn would use her missions as an excuse to sneak over to Noxus while Talon broke into the kingdom of Demacia just for her numerous times. It was a miracle neither of them had gotten caught just for a night together. But Quinn would have broken a million more rules just to feel her skin against Talon.

She gave everything to him.

"I should have known you'd change your mind at some point," she said to herself. The scout heard Talon get off the leather seat he rested on behind her. He paced until he stopped when he came close to her. She felt him breathing before he touched her shoulder with a gloved hand. Quinn slapped his hand away, flipping around to glare at him. Her golden eyes were reddened from the tears she shed a while ago. But now she was done crying— she was furious. "Don't touch me."

Talon looked down at his hand as it stung from her slap. He tried to step forward again but Quinn shoved him. She stepped passed him and grabbed the door to her room. Her fist gripped the doorknob almost tight enough to crush it. As she turned the knob to open it, Talon shadow-stepped over and slammed it shut. His hand gripped her chin.

"Quinn—"

"I said don't touch me, Talon!" The Demacian shouted. She opened the door wide, opening her room to the nosey people outside. Surely, everyone in the Halls of Justice heard them fighting. Quinn pointed out into the hallway, "Get. Out."

"But Quinn…"

"I said leave." She snarled, "And I don't want to see you again."

Feeling eyes on him, Talon only nodded. As he stepped out of his ex-girlfriend's room, he took a glance back at her. The sight of her glaring at him was heartbreaking. What did he do? Talon hurried by a few fellow champions, hearing them whisper to each other.

"Quinn, are you okay?" He heard a female ask the Demacian. Before he turned into a different hallway, he saw Janna and Sarah Fortune huddling around the now breaking down woman. "What was all that about?"

Talon sunk into the shadows, letting Quinn have her wish.

Now on the floor, Quinn felt hands grab her shoulders. She looked up and saw the two women around her, they were full of either concern or hungry for some gossip. Janna lifted the Demacian to her feet with her wind magic. She felt weightless but yet so heavy. Sarah grabbed her face to make Quinn look up at her.

"Did he do something to you?" She asked with her brows furrowing in anger, "If he did, my guns have a few—"

"I'm okay, Sarah, really. Talon just..."

Quinn debated if she really wanted to let them know that her and the Noxian were actually together. Janna wasn't the one to spread rumors but she wasn't so sure about Sarah— she was a sea-hardened bounty hunter after all. Then again, they did just witness what had just happened. Any woman their age could probably guess that Talon had ended a secret relationship with Quinn.

"Did you and Talon break up or something?" Janna whispered to her.

"Ye… Yeah." Quinn sighed. "He did but don't tell anyone what you saw. Please?"

"Your secret is safe with us, sweetface." Sarah said with a light punch to the other woman's shoulder. "So, what are you going to do? I know that shadow-stalking-no-good-dog is always lurking around the Halls of Justice. You going home?"

"No, I'll probably stay in my room here." Quinn answered.

"Staying cooped up in your room? Oh, no, Quinn. You need to get some fresh air." Janna said. "After a break-up, I always roam around Ionia. It's such a wonderful and calm place to be in. The mage quarter has portals that lead to the capital. Might I suggest a little vacation?"

"I guess that does sound appealing."

"Maybe you can meet some hot men there too." Sarah nudged Quinn's arm, "Nothing gets me out of a bad mood like a hot dick. Oh, just thinking about it gets me—"

"What Sarah is trying to say is…" Janna interrupted, "Have fun."


Quinn sighed as she traveled down the dirt road leading to who-knows-where. All she knew is that that she needed to be alone and the countryside of Ionia seemed like the perfect place to get some peace. Sometimes, Janna did have some good advice. However, unlike Janna, Quinn couldn't fly. She wasn't walking as fast as she was used to. Quinn's body felt heavy. Her heart was torn out of her chest so she assumed should have felt lighter. Her eyes looked up to the sunsetting in the western hillside. Light was leaving fast and Quinn didn't have a place to rest.

Picking up the pace, the scout was jogging down the dirt path. As she came to a crossroads, she noticed signs centered between the paths. She read along the names of traditional Ionian names and places she didn't recognize. Even if she did, they were miles away. She'd be walking until dawn to get to the next town.

"What is the closest place?" Her eyes looked over the sign, "Temple of the Twilight: One Mile East." Quinn gazed back up to the hillside now hiding the sunlight. She sighed, "I better get moving."

Quinn jogged down the road, holding her satchel down to her hip. She counted to one-hundred in her head and smiled when she saw the outline of the temple just ahead. There were pristine banners flying outside and the gardens seemed to be well kept. The steps of the temple were ancient yet someone was keeping them clean. Her boots clicked as she hurried up the steps. Quinn rubbed her arms for warmth as the night's cold breeze came blowing by. Her fist knocked on the giant wooden door, hearing an echo behind it. It took a minute for someone to open the door. The scout saw a figure behind the thin opening.

"Who goes there?" The masked man asked while peeking out of the thin crack. Quinn noticed this man's eyes were glowing a faint white. From the shadows, she could make out a mask covering the bottom half of his face. There was something faintly familiar about his uniform like she had seen it once before.

"I was wondering if I could request a place to stay for the night?" The Demacian asked.

"We don't allow outsiders in our temple." The ninja said harshly, "Only the master allows others in our sanctuary."

"Well," Quin started when she heard a wolf's howl coming from the nearby forest. "Who is your master?"

"Master Shen is the leader of the Temple of Twilight and the Kinkou Order."

"Oh, I know Shen. He and I are allies in the League of Legends." Quinn smiled, knowing that Shen would let her stay overnight in his temple. The ninja's eyes narrowed at the scout before slightly opening the front door a bit wider. Her glared down her common attire. Quinn was sure to leave her Demacian armor and helmet back in the Halls of Justice but she did have her emblem. She pulled it out of her pocket and showed the man the winged symbol, "I'm Quinn of Demacia."

"Very well," the ninja said. "But you will still need permission from Master Shen."

The door closed and Quinn heard the man unlocking heavy chains. It took him a few good seconds before he reopened the door. He allowed Quinn to hurry into the temple from the bitter cold. Quinn looked around, seeing the Kinkou Order banner hanging all around the hall.

"This way," He blandly said to the Demacian.

He began to walk down a narrow hallway and over tatami flooring. The ninja was walking rather fast for Quinn to keep up with— she was almost running after him. Before she knew it, he stopped in front of a shoji door. He bowed and lightly tapped on the thin paper.

"Master Shen, we have a visitor. She claims to know you from the League of Legends."

"Proceed." They heard Shen from the other side. The lower-ranking ninja slid the shoji screen open, revealing Shen practicing his kanji on bamboo paper. The master ninja looked over from his work and Quinn saw his beautiful, glowing eyes. She could tell he was smiling underneath the mask, "Quinn! It is good to see you."

"Hello, Shen." The Demacian greeted, "I was just around in Ionia and… it got dark before I could find a place to rest—"

"Say no more. You can stay here," Shen chuckled when the scout blushed. He waved her over, "Join me for a chat." His eyes looked over to the other ninja behind Quinn. "You may resume your duties."

"Yes, Master Shen." The ninja closed the door Quinn as she stepped inside Shen's room. She blushed— Quinn had never really had any alone time with the Ionian. The ninja replaced his inkbrush into the inkwell before he turned his full attention back to Quinn. She sat across from him, letting the paper and ink separate them.

"What brings you to Ionia, Quinn? I thought you were the one to stay home," Shen asked. He reached over to light a candle behind him. The room had gotten dim from the sun completely setting. Shen shook the match he lit to put it out. The scout watched the flame disappear while she thought about what happened earlier today.

"I just… needed to have some time to myself." Quinn admitted, "I need to to clear my head and I heard that Ionia is the place to visit."

"You heard correct," the ninja agreed. "May I ask what happened? I don't want to come off as nosey. It's just a friend asking another friend."

"It's fine. A man I thought loved me broke up with me today and…" Quinn averted her gaze. Heartache washed over her and she gripped her long sleeve. It was slightly embarrassing to be this distraught in front of someone she barely knew.

"You don't know how to deal with it." Shen didn't ask. It was like he was finishing her sentence. Quinn looked up at him— she was surprised he knew exactly what she was going to say. "I know what you mean. Recently, someone I was close to left without reason. She was my most trusted ally and I did everything to protect her. She did say my overprotection was keeping her from her true potential."

Shen got up from the floor and wandered over to the open window. Quinn watched him stare out into the night sky. The scout always thought Shen was the stoic, almost emotionless ninja but here she saw that he was a human. He was hurting just like her. Whenever Quinn was paired with him on Summoner's Rift, Shen always put his team before himself. He would gladly sacrifice himself if he knew it was for the good of others.

Quinn remembered an incident where she was cornered by enemies and she was out of arrows. She felt Shen's spirit surrounding her and heard his chanting in her head. Within the blink of an eye, he was blocking all attacks aimed at her. It gave her enough time to reload her crossbow and she returned the favor by killing everyone in sight. Emerging from the bloodbath, Quinn and Shen helped carry each other back to home base.

"Whoever she is… I think she's wrong." Quinn said, following Shen to the window. His sorrowful gaze shifted to the Demacian standing beside her. His glowing eyes were as bright as the moon and she heard him chuckle weakly.

"That is very kind of you, Quinn." He said, touching her shoulder. The ninja started to take a step back.

"I mean it, Shen." The scout kept him from walking off by grasping his calloused hand. Something came over her and Quinn grabbed his other hand, leading it to her waist. Shen let her do as she pleased— he only watched her blush as she came forward. Her fingers came for his mask, slipping her ringer ringer underneath the fabric. Shen allowed her to remove his mask.

Quinn was astonished how handsome the Ionian was. His hair was slightly long, shaved underneath. He had a couple prominent scars but that didn't take away from his good looks. The scout pulled him close, keeping her golden eyes on his. She didn't know what she was doing until her lips were on his. Shen pulled the woman deeper into the embrace, grabbing her hips. An animalistic sensation came over them and they were grasping for more of a touch.

The kiss was different. It wasn't horrible— it was wonderful even. There was just something bothering Quinn about being in the arms of another man. She felt Shen's hands wander around her armorless frame and her mind flashed to memories of Talon. Quinn gasped as she let go of the ninja who pulled back immediately.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, looking over Quinn with great concern.

"No, no." She whimpered. "I just can't get him out of my head." The scout glanced back at Shen, seeing his flushed face got her heated. She remembered what Sarah and Janna told her. Shen wouldn't have been her first choice for a fling but she couldn't deny he was handsome. Not to mention, based on the tightness in his pants, he seemed to be enjoying the scout's touch. "Help me forget about him, Shen."

"How?" The Ionian asked.

Quinn answered him by taking off her shirt...


Notes: A conversation came up in a recent discord conversation, which is where all great (BAD) ideas come from, about if I would write anything with Quinn not with Talon. A few ideas came through my head and I was playing Shen at the time. Having a crush on him myself, I thought Quinn would deserve a hot piece of ass like that. Then a few other champions came up... and that's where this story manifested.

This is going to be all smut with little narratives in between.

And don't worry... We see Talon again.

See you next chapter!