Golden Harrier

Different stories of Quinn and her lovers.

I highly encourage anyone to use these stories as prompts for their own!

— Table of Contents —

1. Quinn and Ashe— While her Warmother questions herself on marrying the barbarian, she confesses a secret to her scout.

2. Quinn and Darius— The Hand of Noxus has Quinn's wings pinned.

3. Quinn and Fiora— Tasked on convincing Fiora to join Jarvan's ranks, Quinn must resort to unfamiliar tactics.

4. Quinn and Garen— Never seeing eye to eye, Garen and Quinn work out their differences.

5. Quinn and Jarvan IV— Quinn finds herself alone with the Prince of Demacia, craving his approval.

6. Quinn and Kayn— Aboard the Fractal Sheer, Ordinal Kayn has a mission for his scout.

7. Quinn and Miss Fortune— The Corsair refuses to leave her captain's side when she's injured.

8. Quinn and Sett— The Boss discovers he is being watched by a little bird.

9. Quinn and Sivir— Quinn hires Sivir to escort her through Shurima's unknown lands.

10. Quinn and Talon— The ranger and Noxian assassin try to outwit each other during a long battle.

11. Quinn and Yasuo— Alone in a tavern, the Unforgiven sets his eye on a new woman in the area.

12. Quinn and Zed— After arresting a group of Zed's disciples, the Master of Shadows puts Quinn in her place.

Chapter One: The Warmother's Heart

Quinn watched as Ashe paced around her yurt she set for the night. Her's was the biggest, considering she was the Warmother. Ashe had been quiet for several minutes, her fingers picking at strands of her beautiful white hair. Her scout couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"Ashe," she started. The older woman didn't hear her as she was still walking in endless circles. Quinn got up from the elk skin mat and walked over to Ashe. She came crashing into Quinn when she intersected her route. Her pale blue eyes glanced up at her scout. "Ashe, don't tell me you're having your doubts."

"My head is telling me it's the best for our tribe but…" Ashe tore herself away from Quinn. She stood beside the fire in the middle of the yurt. The flames licked at wood, warming the area around her. Ashe sighed, "My heart is shouting something even louder."

Quinn already knew. She walked over and grabbed a fur blanket from her Warmother's bed. She brought it to her, resting it on her cold shoulders. Her hands lingered as she stood behind Ashe. She looked down at the back of her neck, her hair pulled to one side. Even in the warmth of the fire, her skin was so pale. She wanted so badly… so badly to put her lips against her icy skin. But… it wasn't what a Woad Scout was supposed to do. Quinn stepped back as she felt Ashe pull away.

"Ashe," she said again. "Adding Tryndamere's tribe to our own is just the beginning of uniting the Freljord. This is what you want!" Quinn tried her best to be encouraging but saying those words out loud hurt her. She frowned, knowing Ashe couldn't see her getting upset. She could feel a lump forming in her throat, "You have to marry him."

Ashe sat down where she was standing, putting her head in her hands. Quinn could hear her mumbling to herself. As collected as Ashe was in front of her people, the weight of the situation now had brought her down. Of course, the Avarosan were ecstatic for their leader. Tryndamere was a fearsome barbarian and his tribe would be valuable to them. It was what Avarosa herself wanted.

"I've seen it all in my dreams." The Warmother sighed, "Avarosa showed me. It happened in a beautiful fjord. The sky was clear. There was a giant feast— a feast so big I was worried we'd be short for the week. And…" Ashe turned her head, the corner of her eye seeing Quinn right behind her. "You were there right beside me." She reached out her hand, asking for her to join. The scout slowly grasped the tips of her fingers. Ashe softly pulled her down and Quinn complied. Ashe held on to her hand, "You were right beside me like you always are. My scout, this is what we need to do."

"Then why do you hurt so badly."

"I don't hurt." Ashe lied in a very delicate voice.

"I know my Warmother. When you hurt, I hurt." Quinn whispered, her grip on Ashe's hand tightening. "Please tell me why I see the pain in your eyes."

"I know marrying Tryndamere is for the good of the Avarosan." Ashe sighed, "But he is not you, Quinn." She looked deep into Quinn's shimmering blue eyes, seeing her shock. Quinn shook her head.

"Ashe, no." The scout frowned, "You can't. Not me."

"How can marry a man when the woman I love is right beside me?" She questioned.

"We endure." Quinn tried to smile but she felt the weight of Ashe's words on her shoulders.

She wanted so badly just to run away. Hearing those words, she knew they were true. Ashe had only shown her the most of herself. The most she had ever shown anyone. No one knew that her favorite flowers were Snow Drops because they grew in the winter. No one knew she had a deathly fear of dark water. No one knew that she still cries at night over her mother's death.

But Quinn knew.

"I'll marry Tryndamere but I'll never love him like I love you, my scout." Ashe whispered.

Quinn felt Ashe's cool hands grab her face, bringing her closer to her own. She let it happen. She let Ashe press her soft lips to her own. This is what she had always wanted but this is not how she wanted it to happen. The eve of her wedding was supposed to be joyous. She shouldn't be kissing another woman she knew she couldn't have. Yet, feeling Ashe against her skin made her forget all those things. She just wanted to be closer.

The scout pulled Ashe closer to her, sliding her into Quinn's lap. The Warmother entanged her fingers in her short red hair, their kiss becoming more wild. She could feel the sadness on Quinn's lips. The longer they embraced, the more she felt it. It was like a bitter chill on a sunny day. You didn't want it there but you couldn't ignore the presence. Ashe slowly pulled away, seeing her scout's eyes still Warmother felt tears welling up on her own. The sound of her sniffles made Quinn's eyes shoot open.

"Ashe," She shushed, "Don't cry. Don't grieve."

"I grieve for this… this love. It is going to die."

"Never!" Quinn couldn't help but smile at the ridiculousness of that thought. "My love for you will never die. Ashe, I will always love you even if I can't have you to myself." She pulled away to have Ashe look directly at her. Quinn grabbed her face when she hung her head, "I love you, Ashe. I want to see you become the bond that brings the Freljord together. Your dream is bigger than anything I can offer you."

"And I love you, Quinn." Ashe blinked, a tear rolling down her face. Quinn wiped it away with her thumb, making Ashe grin. "Promise you'll stay by my side."

"I promise, Ashe."

"You have my heart… no matter where this life takes us… you have it."

"And you have mine."

Notes: These are all going to be one chapter stories, all including Quinn with different Lovers. They are all separate. Like I mentioned at the beginning, I highly encourage anyone to use these short stories to inspire their own writing. If I sparked a fire, let it burn. And if something emerges from the ashes, send it my way. I'd love to see what anyone had written.

If you like this, please let me know.

See you next chapter!