Old rivals get to know each others and discover they have much more in common then they thought they did. A story of friendships, romances and family. Rated M for later chapters' content as well as language and occasional violence.

A Garen x Darius & Lux x Draven Fanfiction (Male on male romance as well as strait romance; don't like, don't read)

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me aside for a summoner who will be later introduced. All characters, the world they are from and League of Legends are property of Riot Games. The picture used also belongs to Riot Games.

Chapter 1: The Cold Bite of Winter

Somewhere North of the Howling Marsh, at the base of the Ironspike Mountains

Mid Winter

Shinning pure white... As far as the eye could see... The snow was covering everything, the ground around me, the forest below, the mountains at my back... And the sunset was reflecting it's light upon every inch of it, the resulting sight being of such beauty it seemed unreal... And such peace also, not a soul to be seen around... This was why I enjoyed scouting missions in winter... Beautiful scenery and never any trouble, even here when I was relatively near the Noxian border.

A cold winter breeze brought me back from my contemplation, my body shivering in response. The temperature was dropping as the sun was setting, I guess it was time for me to get moving again. I stretched my arms and back, yawning as I did and retrieved my legs from the small cliff I was sitting at, getting back up and securing my great sword to my back. I gave the scenery below me one last glance, smiling at it's beauty, then resumed my planned course west, back towards Demacia, but more precisely towards a small cave I had used as a hideout from the cold several days ago, on my way towards the Noxian border.

My scouting mission had been without any sort of bad surprises, as per usual during winter. One would almost think the hot-blooded Noxians were scared of the cold, as their borders were particularly calm in the cold season. It would again be a boring mission report for the Jarvans to listen to, not that it was a bad thing, peace was very welcomed... But Jarvan 4 especially would definitely be bored out of his mind of my re-

My thoughts were stopped dead in their track as I heard a loud cracking sound nearby, I was instantly fully alert of my surroundings, sword in hand and eyes scouting the area. It took me a moment to find the source of the sound, which I had identified as a breaking dead branch, the creature breaking it a good distance from me, at the foot of a cliff. I attempted to sneak closer to the source to get a better view of it in the half darkness of dusk, but what looked like a lone large feral wolf already knew I was there and growled viciously at me.

I wouldn't have even considered getting closer still if it wasn't for what seemed like a human body lying not far from the beast. I just could not bring myself to abandon someone to be a savage beast's dinner if there was still a chance the poor soul was still alive. And so I kept moving closer, slowly, carefully, my sword at the ready if needed, my eyes dead on the animal that kept growling louder at my approach. Until it finally leaped at me, all fangs out. I swung my sword once and once only. A precise blow from the flat side of it to the creature's skull, just hard enough to knock the wolf out momentarily in a yelp of pain, but not enough to kill. I stood still for a minute, my sword still ready. The animal slowly regained consciousness and seemed unharmed, managed back to it's feet, stared at me in the eyes for a short moment where we both stood perfectly still, eyes locked. It then quickly turned around and fled with it's tail between it's legs and with a few afraid yelps.

I sighed and relaxed a little, still keeping on my guards and closed the distance between the body and myself. The man, for it definitely was not a woman, was face first in the snow and half buried by it. It seemed to me he had fallen down the cliff from the mountainside. What I could see of his clothes was made of black armor and furs dyed black and red... I sighed again.

~ Great, a Noxian...

I shook him slightly from the tip of my boot.

~ Excuse me? You alive?

No answers. I knelt next to the body, cautiously putting my sword down at my side, removed one of my fur gloves and checked the man's neck for a pulse. It was weak, but I could feel his pulse. I sighed and put my glove back on. What to do... The man's an enemy... But there is no honor dying frozen.

~ Damn it... Noxian or not, I can't let someone in distress die in the middle of nowhere... Guess it's your lucky day it's me who found you, of all Demacians...

On that I took back my sword and secured it on my back again and proceeded to flip the man on his back, to then be able to grab him better to carry him. I flinched as I saw the all too familiar face of the Noxian general himself.

~ Y-you?!

The surprise changed to anger. I was wrong... Maybe I should let him die here after all... Maybe I should finish him off right here and now while I can... I reached for my sword and paused, just staring at his face in hatred. But... He seemed so peaceful and harmless at the moment... Nothing to do with the fearsome hand of Noxus I knew of the battlefields or even the Rift... I sighed and let my hand drop to my side. I couldn't bring myself to do it... I couldn't harm a defenseless unconscious man... Even one as fearsome as my nemesis Darius...

I kept staring at his peaceful face, lit up by the now high up moon. Something wasn't right at all with him though, I realized, snapping out of my stupor. He was nearly as white as the snow and I remembered his pulse was extremely weak. I finally looked down at his body to inspect him and flinched again at the sight.

The snow around his torso was tainted with blood and for once it wasn't the blood of the general's victims. I believe he hadn't been bleeding much until I flipped him, moving what was blocking the blood until then, Darius' very own ax. It probably lodged itself in his side in his fall... Ironic, his trusty weapon of carnage causing his own in such a way. I sighed, what to do... He'll probably die even if I try anything to help...

~ Ugh, damn me...

I did it! Finally got to start writing this story that I've been thinking of, mind you all, this is my very first attempt at posting a story at all, so reviews are very much appreciated! :D Also English is not my main language, so if you see mistakes or badly used terms, feel free to tell me so I can improve!

This is mostly about the Garen x Darius pairing, being my favorite League of Legends pairing, which imo doesn't get enough love... ;-;

I am trying to keep the characters as close to what their personalities are and make them evolve from there!