League Of Legends Oneshots

🌸Sett x F!Reader

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🌸Boobarella ;3

Warnings: None|SFW

Background: The reader has always been pretty tough, being forced to move heavy objects as soon as you could walk does that to people. So she leaves to go to Noxia, she ends up replacing someone in an Arena Battle and all seemed easy until she garners unwanted attention.

Word count: 1862 words

>Third Person
>Female Reader

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As Tough as Nails

"Damn, I barely have enough to get into the city, let alone stay for a few nights."

Opening her coin purse reveals none but a few gold pieces and many many cobwebs.

Sigh

What am I supposed to do?

I can't trade, I don't have anything except the clothes on my back.

"Miss! Excuse me!"

Come on Y/n, think! Where can you get a small well paying job around here?

"Hell-o? Ma'am, please notice me!"

I mean a job isn't just gonna fall out of the sk-

"Ouch! What the hell?"

"Well if you had listened the first million times I wouldn't of kicked you."

Standing in front of the woman was a small boy.

"I need your help, my dad's sick so he can't fight in his assigned arena battle."

"Okay and?"

"So you need to go in for him. Disguise and everything."

"And why would I do that?"

"Theres money involved if you win."

Money?

"Hold on a second, Wouldn't I have to give the money to your father?"

"No, this match is a little different. My dad was more or less challenged, but he's to weak to fight."

"Why ask me?"

The boy looking around the square, at all the other people and looked back to the woman.

"You're the only one here I would want fighting for my father's honor."

Before she could answer the boy smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling she towards the city houses.

Before you knew it you found yourself in front of a small cottage.

"Wait here ma'am."

"Doesn't really seem like I have a choice."

As the boy ran inside the cottage the girl turned to her surroundings. Around her lies a Noxian city, full of the most war torn families.

They all seem as tough as nails, practically fending for themselves in the streets.

"Are you the warrior my son has called upon?"

Turning back to the small voice, before the woman is an older man, very obviously sick with his sunken face very prominent in the Noxian torches.

Now before the girl was very probable in saying no.