What's up Summoners! I'm Eros, the summoner, and I write romantic League Fiction, if you don't like League romantics, I applaud you for having your own opinion, but that's the kind of story this is, so go find something that is more to your taste. This is my first attempt to do Tristana and Teemo some justice, because damnit, they're my favorite pairing in all the league. Hopefully you enjoy this... It only took four months!
Tristana felt the Summoner's influence flow through her thoughts, through her finger tips and with a flick of the trigger, a cannon ball collided with the purple nexus, the gem shattered before incurring a massive explosion, ending the match for good. "Victory" She heard the voice over woman echo across the battlefield and watched the champions exit the arena, some in better spirits than others. Tristana followed her blue teammates out and into the eye of the public. Luckily, she was behind Taric so the media would more than likely be more interested in him than her. When she exited the small tunnel that led to the outside, the victories summoners were all standing proud as scribes and journalists alike wrote down their every word with the upmost detail as they answered all questions posed to them. She was about half way to the institute's dormitory, feeling almost free, when a stray scribe stepped in front of her, quill in hand and looking very eager to see her.
"Tristana, glad I caught you, any comment between the love triangle between you, Rumble and Teemo?" The scribe asked quickly. His eyes were hungry for an answer, but to be honest, Tristana didn't have a full grasp of the situation herself; it'd be a miracle if she could describe it to a journalist. Generally it was easy enough to simply ignore the question as if she didn't hear it, but there was no ignoring this man.
"Well…" She began and felt sweat drip inside her armor, her heart became louder and louder and she simply wanted to be gone from the scene. She rubbed the back of her neck looking everywhere but the man, when she spied Shen out of the corner of her eye. "Hey! Look it's Shen!" She pointed and the journalist turned. "I bet he's secretly meeting Akali for a make out session!" and as soon as his back was completely turned towards the ninja, she bolted faster than she ever had before.
Safely inside the woman's dorms, Tristana let out a sigh of relief, and slid down the door with her new found safety. She looked up to the candle lit hallways of the dorms, and began walking until she found the room with her name plate scribbled on. It was near the back, so she got to look forward to a boring walk but at least she was alone. Before long, she stopped in front of her door and quickly pushed it open. Throwing off her goggles onto the floor, she flopped on her bed, fully armored. It was far from comfortable, but she felt like she could fall asleep anywhere at this point. Eventually she willed herself up, and began the long process of removing her armor, one strap at a time and climbed into her private shower. The shower; at this moment and as far as Tristana was concerned, was the best invention to come out of Piltover since the cannon ball. The hot water ran over her hair, she could just feel the stress of the day slide off with the grime and for the first time all day, Tristana felt truly blissful.
"Hi!" a peppy voice said next to Tristana and it caused her to literally jump from where she sat. There, next to her, sat the Fae Sorceress looking as pleasant as ever.
"Lulu!" Tristana shouted and scrambled up to her feet looking for anything to cover her naked body. "What are you doing here!?" She snapped as she covered part of herself with the shower curtain.
"Trisy why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Lulu asked innocently, the water soaking her sorceress' outfit.
"Why are you in my shower?" Tristana accused.
"Should I take off my clothes too?" Lulu asked again.
"No! No for the love of everything flammable, keep your clothes on."
"Oh… Okay, well I wanted to talk to you." And Tristana just sighed at that.
"Of course you did… Well, go wait by my bed, I'll get dressed in something an meet you there,"
"Thank you Trisy!" Lulu chimed and fled the shower, still dripping wet without a care in the world. Tristana turned off the water full of regret and a slight amount of anger towards Lulu, but she pinned it on being tired and struck up a cheery smile for her friend. Well, Lulu wasn't exactly what she'd call a friend, but her only real friend was Veigar, so she tried to act as a girl friend Lulu could tell all her feministic desires to. Tristana reentered her room wearing her recruit's tunic from the commandos and sat next to Lulu on her bed.
"Alright what's going on my whimsical friend?" She offered with a smile.
"I think Veigar likes me!" Lulu chimed and put her hands over her own mouth as if to hide a squeal.
"…Lulu I hate to break this to you, but I already knew that, you two are friends aren't you?" Tristana said with heavy eyelids.
"NO! Not like friends, like… More than friends!" and she squealed with joy again.
"Maybe you're sanity is a bit less than the league thought… You realize you're talking about Veigar? The self proclaimed master of all evil."
"Isn't he just the funniest?" Lulu smiled. "Today he called me a vile temptress."
"… I think he was trying to be cruel, not funny,"
"But then he said I have the most beautiful eyes!" Lulu continued.
"He said that?" Tristana felt her jaw drop that Veigar was capable of such words.
"Well… No, but he said that I was trying to distract him from his work with the horrible beauty in my eyes, but close enough right? I think he'll take me to the charity banquet." Lulu said in content and hummed to herself.
"Charity and Veigar should not be in the same context… Wait… What charity event?"
"Oh! You don't know? Poppy was talking about it all day! There was this fire in Demacia and a whole bunch of the champions are gonna donate some of their winnings, and there will be dresses and fancy clothing and dancing and food, it'll be fantastic!" Lulu cheered.
"And you think Veigar would take you to this?" It was at this point Tristana realized she could do nothing to change the sorceress's opinion on the matter and with a shrug of her shoulders, gave up. "Well, make sure you have a good time." She offered with a slight smile.
"Thanks! You coming aren't you? You can bring Teemo!" Lulu cheered.
"I don't exactly make a killing, I barely make enough gold to get resupplied each month, and I wouldn't be much help to the charity."
"That's fine, I don't make much either, but it's nice to support people doing good things when bad things happen, and you'll get to show Teemo how good you look in a dress!" Lulu clapped her hands together and Pix seemed to be equally delighted next to her.
"Enough about Teemo Lu!" Tristana snapped at her. Lulu recoiled a bit but quickly recovered her smile.
"Aw, are you guys having relationship problems?" Lulu began to inadvertently float and rested her head in her hands.
"We're not in a relationship, how could we be having problems?" Tristana felt herself become very defensive, though she wasn't entirely sure as to why.
"But you do like him don't cha? Don't cha? Don't cha? Don't cha?"
"No! He's a skilled Yordle and good friend, that's it."
"Touchy touchy Trisy," Lulu had a snide smile on and was now upside down in the air. "You do like him! Oh spirits I have to tell Poppy!" And with that Lulu burst into an array of sparkles and glitter and was gone from Tristana's room. With her room silent once again, Tristana felt like she could finally sleep, though Lulu had made her more angry than sleepy, sleep still seemed very appealing so without further delay, she plopped on her bed and was out in seconds.
The mess hall was alive and buzzing the next morning. Draven was complaining about how the food didn't match his title, Cho'gath and Kha'zix made no effort to quiet their ravenous eating habits, and cheering filled the room with Gargas and Olaf's arm wrestling contest. Tristana entered, her hair still wet, she had over slept and was in a hurry to get something to eat before it was all gone. Calmly walking to the now empty lunch line she looked up to the chef with hopeful eyes, but all she got in return was a regretful shake of the head from the chef. Disheartened by the loss of food, she found her way to the unofficial Bandle City table and took a seat next to Teemo. Rumble sat across from her, and Amumu could be seen at the end of the table, silently weeping.
"Where's your breakfast Trist?" Rumble asked looking up from the robotic arm he was tinkering with on the table.
"I got here too late…." She said remorsefully.
"Here, I'm not that hungry." Teemo said in his usual pleasant tone and scooted his plate of food in front of her.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, that's what friends do." He smiled at her and she happily ate. To be fair, the league provided only slop, unless it was a holiday or momentous occasion, but damnit it was food.
"You could've had my food…" Rumble grumbled.
"Except it's all over your face," Tristana smiled at him. Rumble felt his cheek fur to find the remnants of his breakfast and felt himself blush his embarrassment.
"I'm going to the practice range," Teemo spoke up and hopped off his stool.
"I'll come with you." Tristana spoke up after quickly wolfing down her food.
"No, I'd… Prefer to be alone if that's okay." Teemo responded uncomfortably.
"Oh…" Her shoulders noticeably dropped and her eyes fell a little. "Alright, well, see ya around." She put on a smile for him and waved goodbye as Teemo left. She turned back to see an annoyed Rumble looking at her with mixed emotions, but it was clear he wasn't pleased. "Uh… I'm sorry?" Tristana tried.
"Not you, it's that jack off." Rumble motioned to Teemo.
"What's wrong with Teemo?"
"What's his problem!? You were just trying to be a friend and shoot stuff with him, can't he just accept your friendship?"
"He's really not all that bad, he's just… Not used to having company yet." She tried to defend her friend, but Rumble's words had truth in them. "It's not like he discriminates against me, he's just not a Yordles Yordle."
"So why do you try so hard for him? It's not like he tries that hard for you." Rumble sternly accused again.
"Rumble, Teemo's different, we can't hold that against him, just like I think you're great too because you're not a normal Yordle."
"You think I'm great?" Rumble asked with a sparkle in his eye.
"Of course, I think all my friends are great," Tristana happily smiled.
"Oh… Right, of course," Rumble rubbed his necked, slightly embarrassed for misreading her signals.
"Attention all champions, the first match of the day will begin momentarily." The calm woman's voice came filled the cafeteria. "Will champions: Alistar, Diana, Gangplank, Teemo, and Jax report to the blue nexus. Champions: Ezreal, Master Yi, Tristana, Poppy, and Rammus report to the purple nexus."
"Fantastic…" Tristana mumbled. "Well, duty calls" and she bid Rumble adieu.