"No Garen, don't touch me there, I like it!"
A friend of mine and Spooky's told us he writes Garen/Lux fanfiction. So we immediately laughed and made our own cheesy/dramatic Garen and Lux incest fanfics.
Well, his was pretty funny, mine was just disturbing and dramatic.
It was not meant to be. This, Garen knew. After all, regardless of growing up together, and their age differences, Lux was sister. Still, he could not resist.
Lux merrily skipped back home after a long day at the orphanage. Fighting was not her favorite thing, but she could still be useful to her country and people in other ways. Her brother, however, was a great warrior and served alongside Jarvan for many years and she desperately wanted his approval. Yes...approval. She noticed it. The way his eyes would squint and how he'd scowl when he thought she wasn't looking. It wasn't hatred but disappointment. Disappointment that she wasn't as strong as he was, but understanding. She'd promised herself to work her hardest and prove to him that she too could be as great as he was.
She turned around, spotting Jarvan IV, her brother's best friend and the crown prince of Demacia. Unbeknownst to Jarvan, she had a secret girly crush on him since she first spoke to him. He was just like her brother and more; tall, good looking, manly, a great warrior, kind and courageous. But unfortunately for her, he treated her like a kid sister due to her relation to Garen. Nevertheless, she had nothing but complete admiration for Jarvan.
"Good afternoon!" she said with a smile on her face, "You seem lively, how are you?" Jarvan rubbed his fresh scratches and gashes, and chuckled heartily, "Well I've been better, just came back from a training session with some of my men. Ready for our next infiltration into Noxus." Lux blushed and tried her hardest to seem appealing to Jarvan and took ahold of his arm. "Oh no, we'd better get this cleaned up immediately before it becomes infected," she said and pulled him by the hand, "Come on!"
Garen looked on from the distance as Jarvan was lead astray by Lux. Who could blame him? She had developed into a beautiful young woman, with fair skin, eyes the color of the sky on a clear day and a smile that made you feel at home even in the midst of battle. The mere thought of Jarvan taking his beloved sister made him furious and confused. Is that the way one thinks of his sister? He'd been struggling with those feelings for a long time, and it became harder and harder to cope with them. Harder to cope with the reality: That they would never be more than just brother and sister, he would never be her love.
Regardless of this, he followed Lux and Jarvan, as it was his duty to inform Jarvan of the current status of the country and the upcoming battle with Noxian forces. He found them standing by a pillar, as if trying to hide themselves from incoming visitors. Garen paused and his heart stopped when he saw Lux's pleading eyes and Jarvan leaning down towards her. He felt a twinge of pain and pure, unfiltered hatred, as if he was being betrayed. Jarvan always had everything, and now he was taking Lux away from him. It was then that he decided that he would wait no longer for the things that he treasured to be taken away from him.
That night, he found himself ambling towards Lux's sleeping quarters. He knocked lightly on her door, and unaware of danger, Lux let her brother in.
She turned back to her mirror and brushed her hair, "What's the matter? It's rare that you personally come for me, even more so at this time of night." Garen paced around the room, back and forth, like a wolf waiting to pounce on his unsuspecting prey. But now he wasn't ready, the timing wasn't right. He found himself standing behind her, watching as she admired her own reflection in the mirror.
Garen slid his hand across her cheek, and continued to look at her with great care. At the same time, Lux was beginning to get uncomfortable, but her confusion wouldn't allow her to speak.
"Ever since you were a little girl, you've always been special," said Garen, kissing her bare shoulder and added, "I knew since the moment you were born that every day of my life would be fought for your sake." He put his arms around her waist and squeezed her gently, sighing. Lux was in shock, unable to process what was going on. She'd gone for a long time thinking that her brother thought of her as a nuisance, and suddenly he was being loving and even embracing her. Making an attempt at brushing off his hands, she realized that something was very wrong when he held her tighter and nuzzled her neck. Her mind raced, unable to speak or move, tears began to stream down her face.
He only continued to fondle her and eventually, tired of waiting he said, "Lux, it'll be okay, I promise. I won't hurt you." To her it was a nightmare, the very same day she had confessed to Jarvan and gotten rejected, her brother was acting like a psychopath. The person she trusted most in the whole world was actually trying to rape her. "Lux", he began,"Don't cry. It's okay." He picked her up and tossed her on the bed like a ragdoll. It was then that she finally found her voice and began to wail and plead with him to leave her in peace. "Please, Garen, stop. I promise I won't tell. I'll pretend it never happen, just please, stop joking around it isn't funny anymore." Her cries only served to frighten Garen, and he pressed his hand over her mouth, watching her cry in silent horror as he continued.
The following day, Garen had left on business matters with the King, and Lux wandered around the corridors in a trance. She decided to confide in Jarvan, and when she finished her story, he stood silent for a moment.
He scowled and twisted his face, "I know you're upset about us, but spreading lies about my childhood friend is pathetic. You disgust me." With that, Jarvan turned and left her to be alone.
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