League of Legends x Male Reader Oneshots

Sett x Assistant Male Reader

Warning(s): angry I mean very angry reader, a near death to lineage of half vastaya children

Note: I wrote this while I was feeling a weird mix between wanting to write a comedy, and an exaggerated old 1950's sitcom

Title: "STUPID HANDSOME FACE"

"WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS?!" You shouted out getting right up on his face. "I have done so much to make sure everything stays intact before I left to take a one day break. I made a 30 feet gap between the fighting area, and the audience. I reinforced the wood we used for the chairs. I even placed the chandelier way higher than it should be! YOU AND YOUR DUMB FISTS ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO SOMEHOW DRIVE UP THE COSTS OF REPAIRS! HOW DO YOU DESTROY A CHANDELIER 50 FEET IN THE AIR??!"

You continued, your arms completely flailing around in a distracted fury. You were completely and understandably fuming at this point.

You were his assistant. Which meant taking care of the funds of the stadium. Which was already a difficult task considering how much the half vastaya male overspends.

You had taken a day off to treat yourself. You wanted to relax for atleast a day. To get your mind off your worries, and get all your stress out. All you wanted was some peace and quiet.

Once you came back however, you saw almost every single piece of furniture in the stadium completely demolished beyond repair. The costs would take months to gather up, unless you threw Sett in the pit to fit everyday till he fell over and died.

You pressed your fingers against your nose bridge, taking a deep breath and trying your best not to kill the half vastayan male in front of you. You wanted to. You could, but it would be a difficult thing to explain to his mother. You were too kind to break the nice lady's heart.

Sett knew that your anger was almost on par with her's. You were able to beat him badly in a fight because of it. Though he argued later that 'its clearly a tie, and you had the advantage'. Your anger could silence and start storms. You were a force to reckoned with whenever you were mad.

That's one of the reasons why he stuck by you in the first place. You had fire in you. You were someone who was usually composed, yet when you were mad. The person who pissed you off wouldn't usually be able to move the next day.

"Settrigh,..."

'Oh no.' Sett knew that once his full name was uttered, that his fate was sealed. Sett did the one thing he had never done in his life in that moment.

Pray.

He closed his eyes praying to whatever higher being was in charge of the bloody universe and Runeterra. He prayed for them to grant him safe passage, and an easier time in the afterlife as soon as you would catch up to him.

He opened his eyes expecting you to already readying to strike him in his face with a punch. Instead he was greeted by you destroying even more of the stadium.

You threw chairs all over the place, and broke others into tinier pieces. Your once clean professional look completely overtaken by fury.

Your top had a few buttons pop off. Your hair was all over the place. Your clothes were a bit torn. Your face. Oh boy, you looked terrifying (and hot) to the half vastaya. You looked wild. He liked it.

You looked over to him.

"Sett..."

"Fuck". He grumbled, thinking he was about to visit the heavens. Your expression said 'I will make you suffer a thousand deaths with what I'm about to do to you'

You grabbed the man by his coat's collar, and kicked him where the sun didn't shine. You wanted to kick him with full force, but you had to hold back of course. Your punches were deadly, but your kick was almost powerful enough to erase an upcoming generation of half vastaya children.