Hi guys! So like, you know the disclaimers. I don't own the characters (except the OC: the summoner), and I do not own the game. I play it. Don't own it.
This is my first LoL fanfic. I didn't who to pair up so I just did an OC.
This is a Garen/OC pair.
My OC is a young, 19 year old girl who constantly summons Garen to be her champion. Read on. AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Btw, my Summoner name is "IrritatedOranges"
Say it. Scream it.
Garen approached the two blue turrets with extreme caution, annoyance showing on his face. He popped his shield up and ran full speed ahead, enduring all of the turret's hits. Garen started to slice away at one of the turrets, trying to bring his team one turret closer to the enemy nexus, to victory on tonight's battlefield. As soon as the enemy caster came back, he immediately ran, anger brewing. As he ran, he shouted furiously, "Summoner! Return me to the enemy base at once!" He stopped running and just stood in place.
In the summoning chamber, I froze up and turned teary-eyed, dropping the summoning crystal on the floor. I sniffled, then scrambled for the crystal that was slowly escaping from me, disturbing my fellow summoners. "I'm sorry! Excuse me!" In the background, the announcer was heard saying, "A summoner has disconnected."
Garen sighed and ran back to base, brows furrowed in aggravation. "Thank Demacia that I have so much armor..." he grumbled as he left the fog of war to wait at base.
Finally, I caught the summoning crystal and reconnected myself with Garen, my champion. I instantly apologized to Garen with guilt in my voice. "I'm sorry..."
"It's fine, hurry up."
I finished saving up for his Guardian Angel and bought it before rushing back into the fog of war with Garen and my fellow summoners yelling at me. I popped Garen's shield and jumped straight into battle, aiming for the enemy carry, spinning through everyone. After a grueling battle, three downed allies, a Guardian Angel effect gone and MANY sacrificed minions, Garen and Udyr (his allied jungler) claimed victory for the team. Garen gave his victory smile and returned to base, awaiting his departure from the field of justice. I plopped myself down on the floor and gave a huge sigh of relief as I awaited Garen's arrival to the summoning chamber. I stood up and followed the other summoners out into the summoning chamber's lounge to congratulate the opposing summoners. For some, just to argue. I sat by the side and just sighed.
Before I even got to finish my sigh, the overseer announced that the champions had arrived. I stood up immediately, feeling slightly light-headed afterwords. I straightened out my robe and pulled down my hood, patting my robes for dust that might have stuck to it when I was chasing my summoning crystal. I stood up straight when I heard footsteps coming into the lounge. Looking up, I instantly saw him. The second tallest, most heavily armored champion that was entering the lounge. I waved subtly at him.
Garen looked around and saw his short, scrawny little summoner in the corner of the room, giving him a little wave. He patted his team for the good work and headed towards his summoner as she stood there, looking slightly afraid.
I gazed past everyone, straight at Garen as he walked towards me, his muscular build towering over me. The top of my head barely reached his shoulders and with all that armor on, he looked like he was four times my width. I hesitated before blurting out, "You yelled at me!"
Garen looked confused for a second before chuckling in his low, husky voice and saying, "I stand ready. Never retreat like that." Garen smiled at his summoner and patted her on the head. He looked down at her robes and chuckled again. "Were you rolling around in the summoning chambers or something?"
"No..." I blushed, glancing away. Then I looked up at the rugged Garen and asked, "How do you like you're new outfit? It hides away a lot of the armor and it looks better, doesn't it?"
Garen looked down at his worn out, brown leather jacket. He had to admit, this did make him look better. "I still prefer my usual Demacian armor."
I felt my heart drop a little. He didn't like the outfit I bought...
The Demacian champion looked down at his small summoner to see that she wasn't even looking at him. He propped held his broadsword in his left hand and propped it up on his unarmored shoulder, using his other hand to turn his summoner's face so that he could see it. She was tearing up. Garen felt a jolt of pain in his chest and frowned. Did he upset her? How? Was it because he yelled at her? Was it his armor comment? Was she unsatisfied with his performance today? He worried as she looked away again, rubbing away the tears with the sleeve of her robe. Garen turned his head at an allied summoner as he approached the two.
"Well done, today. I've got to say, you guys did pretty well considering how incompatible your personalities are." The summoner grinned and patted Garen's summoner on the back. "Don't worry about it though. You'll find a compatible champion sooner or later. Maybe you can ask Malzahar if you could work together with one of his Voidlings."
Garen grabbed the summoner and held him in the air, infuriated. "How dare you insult my summoner like that. You should not be talking like that if you can't even bond with your own champion. You don't understand how hard it is for Sona to work with you. You may be able to hear her but that doesn't mean that she likes you." He felt a tug on his sleeve and then another on his jacket. He looked at the person who tugged on his jacket. It was Demacia's most treasured musician, shaking her head. She tried her hardest to keep her instrument from falling while she pointed at something. He turned his head, at the same time, shaking the rude summoner in his hand. His little summoner's eyes were filled with sorrow but they also showed that she wanted him to stop what he was doing. Garen sighed before glaring back at the struggling summoner. He threw the summoner a few feet away from him. "You stay away from my summoner, scum."
Garen looked at Sona and smiled grimly. "You should file a report, maven. If the summoner is mistreating you, he deserves to be banned." The young woman nodded and exited the premises, her summoner scurrying after her with dumb yet apologetic words spilling from his mouth. By now, everyone had left the premises to either party, train, or sleep. Garen looked down at the saddened summoner and sighed. "Summoner, be happy. It pains me to see that you are crying." He wiped the tears from his summoner's cheeks before grinning at her. "How about you come to my home, summoner? I will happily show you around."
"B-but... I live in Demacia..."
"Aha... Even better. You know your way around. Then come to the Crown Prince's palace at dusk. He has invited me and one other to join him for dinner. Come, let us head back to Demacia." Garen put his sword in it's sheath before hustling his summoner out of the lounge.
There you have it! My first chapter. Anticipating lemonss~ :3
