(A/N): Hello my friends! Thanks for sticking with this story to it's completion and I'm so very excited to release this chapter. I'm proud to be the writer of this chapter and I hope you all enjoy the finale of FACOB! This one's going out to Waffleface who is just as big a Fiora fan as I am!

Took me a while to get this done cause life's been bearing down on me but here we go! And I'll take the opportunity to say that you can expect a lot of content from me in the coming weeks now that exams are finished. Also, I have an author's note at the end addressing two things. Take the time to read it please!

Hope you all enjoy!

Also, I have a question for you guys at the end of the chapter. Feel free to leave your opinions in a review or just send me a message! It's a very interesting topic that I've wanted to talk to you guys about but I've never gotten around to it until now.

The Other End Of The Blade

University Of Demacia- Fiora's Classroom

"And that's everything you'll need to know about the Demacian Revolution,"
"Miss Laurent?"

Fiora turned to look at one of her students.

"Why does Demacia show Noxus so much hatred?" she asked.

Fiora thought back to her past experiences and to her surprise, she couldn't come up with a reason other than what was presented in the text books, which she knew the girl wanted to know.

"I honestly cannot give a reason apart from the fact that our ideals are the precise opposite of theirs," she replied.
"You compete in the League Of Legends right?" asked another student.

She turned to the boy who was now looking at her with interest.

"Yes I do every now and again," she replied.
"Do you have any friends who are from Noxus?" he asked.

Fiora thought back to her times in the League before smiling.

"Riven The Exile is a very good friend of mine," she replied.

The boy seemed to smile.

"Maybe someday we can stop this war and just be at peace," he said.

The bell rang almost as if on cue.

"Remember your presentations tomorrow!" said Fiora.

Her class of twenty students nodded to her before taking their leave. Fiora made her way back to her office before shutting the door and taking her seat. She sighed deeply as she examined the number of test papers she had to correct.

"Sometimes I wonder why I took this job as a teacher..." she thought to herself.

She replaced her glasses before beginning to read through each of the papers. Some of them made her smile with very high marks but as with every class, there were always the slackers who did nothing. Fiora found much comfort in teaching others about Demacian history but the question that the student asked only moments ago continued to ring through her head; Lucas also questioned the same thought of being at war with Noxus. She continued, thinking hard while marking papers for hours it seemed until a knock on her door broke her from her trance.

"Enter," she said.

One of the janitors entered the room.

"Miss Laurent? The school's already closed up," he said.

She looked at the clock beside her before gasping at the time; six hours flew by almost instantly which made it 7 PM.

"Shouldn't you be getting home?" he asked.
"Yes...thank you for informing me Jeffrey," she said.

The man nodded.

"How's that friend of yours doing?" he asked suddenly.

Fiora had just opened her bag to place the papers in until she heard his voice.

"Which one do you speak of?" she asked.
"The man who used to walk you here to school for the past few months but then I noticed you suddenly stopped coming with him...is everything alright?" he asked.

Fiora thought back to the months that flew by before putting on a fake smile.

"All is well...he's just very busy," she replied.

Jeffrey smiled.

"I hope he comes again; he's a swell guy," he said.

With a nod, Jeffrey left the room and a few minutes later, Fiora followed suit.

Later That Night- The Laurent House Study

"I never thought marking these papers could take such a long time..."

She didn't even bother to change out of her clothes as she continued to mark the massive number of test papers and essays. A knock on the door once again broke her out of her trance.

"Come in," she said.

Alissa stepped inside.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

The duelist nodded slowly as she returned her eyes to her work.

"You know he's coming back tonight?" she asked.

Fiora's eyes immediately shot up to the housekeeper.

"How do you know that?" she asked.
"He said he would be back in three weeks and he never breaks his promises," she replied.

Fiora cursed under her breath upon realizing just how much she missed him. Ever since the day Lucas asked her out, they started to go out almost weekly for five months until he was called away by the Demacian Military to train recruits in Zattochi style swordplay. He was originally supposed to be gone a few days but when he returned one fateful night, everything changed.

Two Weeks Ago- The Laurent Training Room

Fiora

"You have to what?!" I exclaimed.

Lucas's eyes narrowed as he turned away.

"The head of the guard wants me to join his unit on a raid near Noxus," he said.
"Garen Crownguard asked this of you?" I asked.
"Personally," he replied with a sigh.
"You declined...didn't you?" I asked in horror.

Lucas shook his head.

"He didn't give me much of a choice in the matter; many of the soldiers who usually participated in the raids are all out of commission and he needs capable fighters with him," he replied.

My heart skipped several beats and upon being able to feel it, it tripled in rate.

"You...realize what this means don't you?" I asked.
"...I don't know how long I'll be gone but I'll make you a promise right now," he said.

He approached me and held my hands tightly before placing one of them over his heart.

"As long as this beats, I'll come back to you...they predicted four weeks of fighting before we take the settlement but I will return in three," he said.

I felt the gentle heartbeat and the look in his eyes was so serious and genuine that I found it nearly impossible not to believe him were it not for the fact that if Garen led the team, it would be a suicide mission. Garen being the prestigious "Might Of Demacia" meant that he would only be called to take on the most difficult of missions in the name of their country and I of all people knew that anything could happen...even to a swordsman as skilled as him.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," I said.

Lucas suddenly gave me an intense glare, much unlike his usual happy and charming disposition. He wasn't fazed at all by my lack of faith.

"I'm not going to break it...I never break my promises," he said.

His was an almost deadly tone of serious. My mind ran a mile a minute when his eyes locked onto mine; he knew what I had to be feeling when he said that he had to leave.

"There's one thing about this war that I don't understand..." he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Why do we fight Noxus? I traveled there more than once to visit friends and they aren't much different from Demacians...sure their methods are different and more harsh but is that really such a reason to fight all the time?" he said.

It was then that I realized that Lucas truly did have no desire to join Garen in the raid and was doing so only because he wanted to free himself of the military's want for him to be with me. Lucas wasn't one to easily hate another and even when he and I went out, he gave me insight into how he feels about the war that Demacia has with Noxus. I was a proud Demacian and I fought against Noxus whenever the call of duty deemed it necessary as well as in the League but I had never truly taken the time to think of why I would despise anyone from there. I admit that some of them weren't the friendly kind and some of them were very sadistic but apart from differing ideals, we all were human beings.

"I don't understand why we fight so much...but I have no choice or I'll be tried for treason," he said.

He held my hands again.

"I'll come back...and when I do, I want to show you that these past months have been the best of my life," he said.

I had never felt such an intense urge to kiss someone in my entire life but I held back, firmly noting that giving him any pleasure would put more strain on his emotions which could prove fatal in battle.

"If you don't come back...I'm not going to be amused," I said sternly.

He responded by embracing me.

"You're the reason I learned how to fight...now I'm fighting not to protect my country...but to protect you," he said.

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but sob into his chest and return the embrace. After several minutes, Lucas carried me into my bedroom and allowed me to change into my sleepwear before joining me in the bed. I lay my head on his chest.

"I'm not going anywhere...I'm yours for the night," he whispered.

With a sigh of relief, I allowed myself to drift into slumber.

Present Time

The next morning, Lucas was gone. In all her days, Fiora never felt such worry plague her soul. She spent many of her nights occupying herself in the training room and even continued her teaching of Demacian History at the University Of Demacia but nothing was enough to take her mind off of the man she grew to...love? Fiora had never felt the emotion before besides the feelings toward her parents and maybe even toward Alissa due to them being childhood friends.

In her trance, Fiora didn't even notice a window open. She turned to see it and sighed as she walked over to close it.

"I'm a few minutes late but here I am,"

To her astonishment, the subject of all her thoughts stood before her. He changed since she last saw him but much to her horror, she noticed bandages beneath his tunic which covered his chest as well as a few wrapped around his right arm. She immediately ran and hugged him deeply, sobbing loudly into his chest.

"I'm sorry I worried you so much...seems that's all I do," he said as he embraced her.

The duelist was in an intense mix of happiness, anger, relief and sadness. She couldn't be happier that he kept his promise and she was relieved that he came back to her in one piece but saddened at his injuries and angered that the unit he was with didn't take better care of him.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

He looked at himself before shrugging.

"I've been through worse," he replied with a light chuckle.

The glint in her eyes caused him to sigh before wordlessly removing his tunic to allow her to examine his body. She had seen him train shirtless before, much to her enjoyment but it was only now that he seemed to be in greater detail. She removed the bandages to see several cuts and lacerations on his chest and back.

"There were quite a few of them," he explained.
"Did we suffer casualties?" she asked.
"One or two; I made sure that we didn't lose many," he replied.

She smiled at him; she loved the heroic side of him.

"I'm going to get the first aid kit...don't move," she said.

Before the swordsman could retort, she disappeared. Not even 20 seconds later, she returned.

"Don't move until I'm finished," she said.

Lucas

I knew it was useless to argue with her so I wordlessly allowed her to tend to my rather minor wounds. The fighting really wasn't all that intense though I had to do much more considering the goal of the raid was to destroy their outpost and for us to take as few casualties as possible. I didn't slay anyone I fought because I honestly saw no reason to; they were only men and women who were serving their countries. Everything changed however once I saw Jericho Swain enter the fray along with Darius, the dreaded Hand Of Noxus. Once Darius appeared, Garen and I had to force most of the platoon to fall back in order to prevent the potentially massive number of casualties at the hands of the Master Tactician and the most feared warrior among the Noxian ranks.

Garen ordered me to handle Swain as he had a personal score to settle with Darius. The fight was a fast one, Swain quickly took advantage of my inability to fight him from a distance and pelted me with spell after spell but thankfully, I knew how to dodge and how to block them. It was a dead heat stalemate...at least until Darius leaped at me and managed to strike me. Garen bit off more than he could chew and I had to defend myself against the Noxian brute, getting slashed several times until finally Garen and I managed to force them to retreat as they suffered too many losses both in manpower and in the camp they were defending. They swore revenge, especially on Garen on the Fields Of Justice before retreating. As soon as I ensured everyone in the platoon was accounted for, I allowed the field medic to do a quick run through on my wounds before I took off back towards Demacia, clearing the distance quite quickly due to my previous experience of wandering.

I managed to keep my promise...well almost if you wanted to be specific down to the minutes because I arrived at 12:07 AM. Still...I was glad I was able to help our platoon; I liked to serve my country though I likely would never take a human life in it's name.

The sudden stinging sensation broke me out of my train of thought and I realized that Fiora had cleansed all of my wounds with disinfectant. I watched her silently as she rubbed ointment on each cut, as gentle as a mother cat to her kitten. Soon after, she applied fresh bandages and kicked the kit aside.

"How were you wounded?" she asked.
"Darius," I replied as I replaced my tunic.

Her eyes widened as I rose to my feet to close the window I snuck in through.

"He was there?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Thankfully Garen and I managed to stop him and push them back but I didn't get away without taking a few hits," I said.

She knew exactly what the dreaded Hand Of Noxus was capable of as she suddenly gripped my tunic tightly.

"You're...not going to fight again are you?" she asked.

The tone of voice she used made it clear to me that there was no way in hell she'd be okay with me leaving again. With a smile, I raised her head to face me.

"Never again," I whispered.

Her smile reflected the relief she must've felt upon hearing me declare my freedom from the military.

"Garen kept his word...I won't ever have to fight for the Demacian military again though I have been asked to train their soldiers in swordsmanship...guess I have a reason to train with you after all," I said with a chuckle.

She let out a sound half way between a scoff and a giggle; she knew as well as I did that there'd be no way I'd win another sparring session with her and the training would boil down to me learning from only my mistakes. It was only after she made that sound that I truly began to notice how she was dressed.

"You didn't tell me you went back to teaching again," I said.
"I wanted a change of pace apart from fighting," she said.

I examined her from head to toe and I positively ADORED what I saw. If someone could pull off the smoking hot teacher look, it was DEFINITELY Fiora Laurent. She had dyed some of her hair black but kept obvious highlights of her natural ruby color at subtle spots. The dark lady's suit she wore fit her form almost perfectly with the exception of the top which was only just able to keep her bust hidden beneath it. I could plainly see the kind of bra she wore beneath and the skirt showcased her glorious thighs which were for the most part covered by long black stockings. The most attractive part about her body however was her backside; I have never laid my eyes on one that perfectly sculpted in my entire life and considering the number of women I've had the fortune of seeing in my travels, that was an accomplishment. I replaced my crushed tunic before getting off the table. She took my spot and leaned against the table as I scooted beside her, looking down at the desk and the tremendous number of papers.

"Marking test papers I take it?" I asked.

She nodded.

"So how's everything been?" I asked.
"Quiet without you around," she replied.

I chuckled softly.

"Why's that?" I asked.

She held my tunic with a single hand, never breaking eye contact with me.

"I missed your jokes and your ability to lighten any mood," she said.

I raised an eyebrow as I caught onto her game.

"Is that all you missed?...Miss Laurent?" I asked slyly.

She smirked at me before pulling me closer.

"Your lips..." she whispered.

Self-control ebbed away as her hot minty breath ghosted across my face. My hands planted themselves on the desk in a desperate attempt at steadying my fading balance. My lips moved closer to her to the point that mere milimeters kept us apart.

"I missed you...milady," I whispered.

Her grip on my shirt tightened.

"Formalities are not your strong suit," she whispered with a smirk.

My hands automatically found their way to her hips as I moved the rest of my body closer.

"Then I'll do the next best thing..." I teased.

She must've sensed my intent to move away and shatter the sexual tension we built up as she pulled me to her lips and kissed me roughly. I had absolutely no objection as my grip on her tightened and my torso melded with hers. The tunic I put on mere seconds ago found it's way to the floor and my hands eagerly moved to unbutton her top. Her hands clung to my neck as I made short work of the buttons, revealing the black lacy bra with white frills I noticed earlier. She compressed her shoulders, allowing the top to slide seamlessly off her body before pulling my back to her lips without a wasted milisecond. She quickly unbuttoned my trousers before I raised an eyebrow.

"A little hasty aren't we?" I asked.
"I spent three weeks having no clue if you were still alive...and I missed being in your arms," she whispered.

Her tone was dripping with need and desire and I smiled.

"Then let's take this upstairs," I said.

Her eyes widened almost in disgust until we appeared in her bedroom. She looked at me with surprise as I grinned.

"One of the sorceresses in the platoon taught me the basics of teleportation so you can thank her for that," I said.

She silenced me with her lips as I kicked my trousers off and lifted her into my arms, holding her by her glorious thighs. I restlessly moved to the wall, desperate to get as much of her as possible and slammed her against the hardwood. I hoped I didn't hurt her but once she growled in pleasure and kissed me harder, I let the thought evaporate. My hands groped and fondled that divine posterior of hers until I unbuckled the skirt. She let her feet down and stepped out of skirt before letting me hold her in the air again. Our kiss turned into an all out battle between our tongues and her nails began to dig into my neck. My lips tore away from hers as I moved to her neck, relishing in the intense moans she let escape her lips once I found the correct spot to leave a love bite on.

"Bed...now," she growled into my ear.

I obeyed her, mindlessly carrying us to the bed and to my surprise, she let her weight drop us both to the bed before she flipped us, her now straddling my waist with her legs. She ground her abdomen against mine, causing me to growl in a mad mix of irritation and pleasure. With an evil smirk, she lowered her lips to my ear.

"I've never seen you so...vulnerable," she purred.

Almost as if that word was a trigger switch, I flipped our positions with a smile of my own.

"Not this time," I said.

Fiora always had the upper hand on me whenever we dueled each other and her win streak was 40 and up to now, I still didn't win a single match. The look on her face switched from dominant to surprised and submissive; she always used to be the one in control of everything and for once, someone was able to humble her. I lowered my mouth to her ear.

"Relax...you know I'm not going to hurt you," I whispered.

She took a heavy breath as my lips latched onto her neck and my hands restlessly moved to explore her torso. I felt all of the toned muscles she developed from her tireless years of training and to my surprise, not a single scar flawed her body. Her creamy skin only had a slight difference in tone due to her tendency to spend time outside rather than inside the training room. Despite her tremendously athletic build, she still maintained curves and contours many Demacian men sought after for most of their lives and here I was holding her in my arms. Long story short...she's still the woman I've longed most of my life for...and much much more.

Her hands clung to my neck as she pulled my lips back to hers, once again allowing our tongues to get intimate. Several super-heated moments of lip locking passed until my hands found the courage to unbutton her top. She straightened her arms and allowed me to push the garment off her body as I continued to let my hands explore her body. She pulled my head towards her chest, non-verbally encouraging me to explore her more. My eyes locked onto her modest bust for the first time without a tunic or shirt shielding it and I had to admit that it was glorious to behold. My heart rate tripled and adrenaline must've decided to go on hyper production as my hands trembled with excitement. I gently touched her bosom, relishing in the soft moans that came from her lips as a result of the contact and I smiled to myself as I once again pressed my lips to hers. Her kisses became more feverish and soon, I found myself back in our original position of her being the dominant one.

She pushed my tunic off of my body and shoved me into the wall behind me as she removed the skirt, allowing her to wrap her legs around me and cause so much numbness from the pleasure that my arms turned to mush and my head felt like a sauna for my brain. The velvet white lacy two piece she wore was outright gorgeous. Very few things could match how tempting she appeared right now and the blush on her face almost hypnotized me to ensure she felt every ounce of pleasure I was capable of giving. She looked at my underwear and gave me a subtle glare, non-verbally telling me that it was about time I lost them. I obeyed once again, kicking them off and watching as she removed the lacy white lingerie, leaving herself in all of her naked glory and boy...was it glory.

She noticed my throbbing length and she smiled as she positioned herself before slowly allowing it to sheath itself inside of her. She grunted softly and immediately clung to me, remaining motionless and her grip tightening almost to the point of drawing blood. I could tell from her facial expression that she was trying desperately to process all the feelings going through her body right now and considering how much pleasure I was feeling from just that little gesture, I couldn't even begin to fathom how she was feeling. The grunt wasn't one of pain but it definitely wasn't of joy and considering it was extremely difficult to make Fiora Laurent even so much as get hit, it was an almost impossible occurrence to hear her make a sound out of pain.

She seemed to warm up to the feeling after a few bounces and soon, she placed her hands against my stomach and began to grind. My mind was assaulted with an unimaginable sensation of pleasure and I held onto her waist, rocking my hands in tandem with her movements in a stupid attempt at getting more feeling out of everything she did. This continued for several minutes with every single grind sending another tidal wave of red hot pleasure through me until she finally lost steam, allowing me to flip our position. Using my arms to suspend myself above her, I slowly began to thrust. The shade of blush on her face became deeper and her eyes made her seem almost intoxicated with pleasure. She leaned up and captured my lips with hers and my pace quickened, each clap of flesh on flesh driving me into a deeper sense of euphoria while simultaneously throwing a gallon more of gasoline into the fire inside of me until my pace was no longer gentle and slow and was quite the opposite.

I had no idea that I had such a carnal side within me and even less than that when it came to my stamina considering that up to right now, I had experienced this only once and that was when I was drunk at a bar nearly three years ago. Perhaps it was my desire to satisfy her, maybe my many years of swordsmanship somehow contributed to this or maybe it was just because my body chose not to betray me for the simple sake of it wanting me to enjoy myself for the first time in my life without any drawbacks. Whatever the reason may be, I certainly wasn't complaining about it. I finally felt myself beginning to tire and all of a sudden, my euphoria turned to exhaustion and her cries began to sound blurry. I felt myself spill into her and as much as I knew that wasn't my intent, the fact that she didn't tell me to pull out meant that she didn't give a damn. My arms grew weak and struggled to hold up my suddenly massive body weight but regardless, I lowered myself to the bed, letting out very strained breaths in a stupid attempt at steadying myself. She laughed softly as she ran a hand through my hair.

"You've never shown this side of yourself before," she said with a smirk.
"I've never gotten the chance to," I replied slyly.

She laughed softly again.

"You do this like a master so I'm going to assume that you lied to me," she said.

I felt the stern tone beneath her voice and I smiled to myself.

"I don't think being drunk counts...does it?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"I wasn't in a very good state a few years ago after I had a very intense fight with a few bandits so I ended up having a one night stand," I explained.

She looked disappointed in me.

"When you've wandered around for long enough, loneliness really starts to creep up on you...trust me," I explained.

The duelist gave me a smile as I moved off of her and let my back rest on the bed which for some reason, felt five times as comfortable as before. She rolled over onto me before connecting her lips with mine in a very meaningful kiss.

"You're not alone anymore," she whispered.
"I'm glad I'm not or I'd probably go back to wandering again," I said with a snicker.

She flicked me in the forehead before rolling her eyes.

"Miss Laurent," I whispered.

She looked at me with annoyance in her eyes, clearly not liking my use of titles.

"I love you," I said.

The annoyance vanished almost instantly and instead, she smiled at me and blushed deeply.

"...Je...Je t'aime," she replied.

"That accent..."

Never had I heard such sincerity in her voice, almost as if she swallowed her pride to say it. As proud as Fiora was, she was never the type to openly admit something that could be interpreted as a weakness and for once...she didn't look like she regretted saying it.

"...I love you...so much Lucas," she whispered.

She snuggled her head against my chest.

"Marry me then?" I asked.

She laughed at the informal nature of my question before looking up at me.

"You don't have a ring," she said raising an eyebrow.

I snickered as I pulled one of the oldest tricks in the book and held up my hands.

"If I can pull a ring out of nowhere, you have to say yes," I said.

She leaned off of me and wrapped the sheets around her body as I jumped out of the bed before putting on my trousers. I handed her bra and panties to her and she quickly donned them before again watching me.

"I'm not the richest man in Demacia and I know I'm not worthy of marrying a Laurent...but even still I managed to get this one for you," I said.

I clasped my hands together before shaking them and chanting a silent spell. Right about now, I was glad that the sorceress taught me the few basics. I kept my hands closed as I got down on one knee and once I felt the ring appear in my hand, I smiled and opened it. It took me a long time to save for this ring, nearly all the time I spent in Demcia was saving towards that ring with every job I did, no matter how small it was. It wasn't a diamond ring because I thought to myself that diamond was too mainstream and instead, I bought her an amethyst ring. I asked a close friend of mine to carve the stone to resemble more of a tear than a simple stone and also to carve the insignia of the Laurent household on the band. It cost me a fortune to get that done considering how difficult it was but he did it regardless; he knew how much I loved her.

She slowly reached out her hand and I slid the ring onto her finger.

"You must promise me one thing first," she whispered.

I looked at her seriously, more than prepared to do whatever she wanted me to.

"Promise me...that you will always be here for me and that you'll always take care of me," she whispered.

I could see the meaning behind her words. It must've been difficult for her to wonder for so long about what may have happened to me and right now, she wanted assurance that I'd never worry her like that again. I could see how hard she was fighting the tears that desperately wanted to escape her eyes. I joined her on the bed and put a hand on her cheek.

"I will never leave you again...I promise," I whispered.

The contact of my hand on her face seemed to finally open the floodgates as she smiled brightly.

"Then yes! Of course I'll marry you!" she exclaimed.

She clung to me and I couldn't help but laugh joyfully. As we lay down to sleep, I looked towards the moon and couldn't help but think about where this all started.

It all started From A Clash Of Blades.

Cliche but oh well! Now then, to the topics I mentioned before. I'll begin with the two things I wanted to talk about.

1. To all of you who keep telling me enough with the OCs, go read something else. I don't need your toxic reviews contaminating my stories. These stories are for whoever is interested in reading them and I go as far as to mention in the summary that it's meant for those who enjoy the summoner and champion bond. This is the theme I started with and this is the theme I'm going to continue with until I'm done with it. I'm tired of seeing messages and reviews telling me to stop with the OCs. If you don't like it, don't read it.

2. To all of you wondering where the rest of the female champions are, rest assured that I'll be writing for all of them (ESPECIALLY FOR JINX BECAUSE SHE'S MY FAVORITE CHAMPION :D). My absence may have been long but I've been thinking of story ideas all the while so expect a giant flux of content in the coming weeks.

Now for the interesting topic I wanted to mention to you all and feel free to discuss this in the review section or even in messages. It's actually a question I've been wanting to ask you, the League Of Legends community about for a long time.

Do you think Riot should bring back the Summoner Showcase? I mean it won't be the same without Nikasaur but I personally enjoyed the showcase. Also, if they do bring it back, do you think they should mention fanfiction in there too? I've seen some beautiful pieces written and I think they deserve recognition just as much as the art part does. What do you guys think? I've been thinking about posting a Reddit thread about it lately but I'm still curious as to what the community says.

Anyway, just food for thought. I hope you all enjoyed this story and stay tuned for the next one!