A/N: I know I haven't updated in quite some time and for that I apologize! But I finally am bringing you all the next chapter to A Glorious Illusion so rejoice! Been super busy as of late so it may be another long wait until the next chapter-but I promise you all this will continue! Just make sure to follow to stay updated! Until next time!
To be exact it had to have been approximately eight months since the incidents between Leblanc and Viktor. By that point on they had ventured from area to area, doing their best to avoid coming into contact with any Noxian forces. From all the areas the League had to offer it seemed that Bilgewater was safest in terms of having the rarest amount of visits from Noxus.
Spending their time on the outskirts of Bilgewater, Leblanc and Viktor decided to settle and in fact even went as far as calling the location their "home".
On this particular day, the machine herald happened to be adding the finishing touches on a mechanism he had been developing for weeks. Although the home the pair had claimed was rather small in size it was still large enough that Viktor had immediately set up room for a new laboratory. Various amounts of trinkets and machinery lay scattered across the male's wooden table although he himself was too occupied tinkering with his latest creation.
Minutes later and the augmented male let's out a satisfied sigh as he lifts up his creation-a ring crafted from the most rarest of runes and machinery lying about he had set his eyes to. He raises the ring above his gaze and let's out a chuckle of amusement. "It's finally finished! Months of time and effort and it's finally done!" The male boasts rather loudly but then stops himself and coughs abruptly. Even though Leblanc had gone off on an errand he couldn't be too sure she wasn't around.
Looking back down at the ring, Viktor let's out a sigh. It had been rather difficult to hide the project from his lover all this time but truth be told that was the easy part. For Viktor it seemed that the hard part still lay ahead.
"When would be a good time..." he began to ask himself as he clutched the ring in his palm tightly, his hand shaking slightly. For a male who boasted to have no fears or emotions it seemed that at this moment all of that was a lie. He was most definitely scared. Months of being together with Leblanc had taught him how to be human again and it was because of that which he cherished the female so much. Yet even so for some reason Viktor found trouble in mustering up the courage to propose to her.
Just as the male was engaged in his thoughts, the front door creaks open. Jolting up in place, Viktor quickly tucks away the ring in one of his desk's compartments as he turned to face a female in a cloaked attire.
As the woman lowered her hood, her eyes hover over to Viktor with a content smile on her face. "Greetings once again my dear herald" She tells him casually as she tosses a enclosed bag onto a nearby table.
Nodding, the machine herald crosses his arms and snickers. "I see you've returned as usual. I assume that's more of that bread you always go out to get" he remarks as he glances towards the bag she had tossed. Even though he had lost his sense of smell and touch in his current body he had seen Leblanc come home many times before with the same bag.
Smiling, the female deceiver nods as she removes her cloak and walks up to the male, her hands going to his chest. "Why is it you always ask that when you know the answer?" She teases him while letting out a small giggle. Placing his hands by her waist, Viktor scoffs. "I'm merely trying to make conversation. You're always gone so long that it becomes a bore here even with all my inventions I'm working on."
"At least I always come back in one piece, yes?" Leblanc adds as she smiles and pats the male's metal cheek before turning and going over to open the bag of warm bread she had brought.
As the female mage tore a piece off the bread and began to eat, Viktor walks up behind her and grunts a bit as though wanting attention, his cheat pressing up to her back. "Woman, you know I love you."
"Oh~? And where's this coming from so suddenly?" Leblanc asked curiously as she smiled and leaned her head back against the male while she ate her bread. Sneering, Viktor looks off to the distance and shakes his head. "What, is it such a bad thing to want to admit my feelings to you every so often?"
Rolling her eyes, Leblanc chuckles and shakes her head. "Of course not dear. I'm only messing with you, I love you too."
Immediately afterwards the female let's out a small gasp as she feels the herald's hand on her rear.
"Show me" Viktor replies in a monotone voice. Biting her lip, Leblanc turns around and drapes her arms around the male's neck as she smirks. "Someone's in a good mood~" She teases him as she traces a hand down his mechanical chest.
"It's been too long since we've done anything and I want the feeling again" the herald tells her as he firmly holds her waist and lifts her up so that she sat on the table and he leaned up to her.
Closing her eyes, Leblanc smiles and leans in to kiss the herald-feeling his lips on hers. By this point she has turned Viktor human so many times with her magic that it took little effort to do so now. The effect in this case was instantaneous, Viktor's body retaining his former human self as he hungrily kissed the female, chewing on her lower lip as she gasped softly. "Oh my, herald...you're eager" the woman teased him as she let's out a chuckle and rests her hands on his cheeks. With a scoff, Viktor shakes his head as he began to unlace his lower clothing. "Mind your tongue, woman. I'll have to punish you for speaking so freely in my presence."
Leblanc would let out a low chuckle as she rubbed Viktor's back gently, tracing his human illusion body in a circular motion. "Punish me? I dare you..." she challenged in a rather seductive and beckoning tone, her deep passionate eyes finding the herald's. For a moment the male said nothing and simply stared at Leblanc-drawn by her beauty. A part of him still grew hesitant when the female spoke the three words that made his body tense. I love you. She had betrayed him before, even though she did apologize prior Viktor couldn't help but remain wondering if ever she would attempt to hurt him in such a-
Enough of these pathetic thoughts. This woman is mine. Illusion or not, she is all mine. Viktor would smirk, something he hadn't been capable of doing in that machine-like body he had grown so proud of in his earlier days. "A foolish thing to say, Leblanc. I'll do more than punish you-I'll make you beg more, crave more, no matter the aching and pain. Pleasure will simply overcome you" he boasted as he trailed a single finger across her cheek. The female deceiver would return a similar amused smirk, even letting out what could be assumed as a purr of pleasure. "My my...such words from a cold hearted man...Now if you've finished talking hurry up and take me Viktor" she would utter lowly into his ear.
"Only if you beg-" the machine herald would begin to say although was cut off from nearby cries heard just outside their home. Frowning in confusion, Leblanc would slowly lean away from Viktor's grasp and cautiously make her way towards the window, making sure she wouldn't be seen. As she peered through the small space, she saw a sight that nearly made her heart stop. Standing in an orderly row were several dozen armed soldiers with a rather familiar symbol upon their chest plates. It was indeed Noxian troops that had invaded Bilgewater and from the looks of it were going house to house, killing everyone who opened their doors without thought. There was already a pool of blood surrounding the neighboring home to the right of their house, a woman in ragged clothing laying still on the floor as the Noxian soldier cleans his blade and next turns to point at Leblanc-or rather her home.
Taking a step back from the window, the female deceiver quickly turns on her heels and walks past Viktor to grab her staff. Still as confused as ever, the male would feel the magic on his body wear off as he began to revert back to his mechanical form. "What exactly is going on, Leblanc? You're not exactly being direct with me about all-" Viktor would begin to say when his lover answered back sternly, "Noxian troops are here. They're headed this way as we speak. We don't have time. We have to go."
As though puzzled by her words, the machine herald would turn to face the front door and scoff. "If they wish to come then so be it. We'll kill all those blasted fools for thinking they stand a chance" Viktor boasts as he reached for his own staff which was resting on top of his crafting desk as he began walking towards the door. "Don't be a fool! If we fight them, Swain will know for certain where we are! Even if we kill them all, word will get out!" Leblanc would snap, her tone harsh and unwavering. She didn't mean to sound harsh at all but she hated how Viktor was still trying to act so cocky at a time like this.
Letting out a low growl of frustration, the robotic male turns his head towards Leblanc. "Then what do you suggest we do, woman? What will we do the moment we step out of this house? Where shall we run to, do tell" the male would scoff, unamused by what the female had told him. Before Leblanc could even open her mouth to speak, an abrupt and forceful knock could be heard at their front door.
"Open up pissants! On orders of General Swain of Noxus we're searching for a certain traitor and anyone harboring her!" the soldier would yell out from the other side of the door. Clicking her tongue, Leblanc would hesitantly meet the herald's eyes as though contemplating what to do. They could easily escape through the back passageway although just as Viktor had told her-they had no plan past that.
"Nobody home? Fine, burn this place down!" the Noxian soldier would snap, ordering the others as they began to light torches and approach the house. Leblanc would feel her eyes widen in surprise at what she heard. Were they serious? It had hardly been more than ten seconds!
With a groan escaping her lips, the female deceiver would shake her head and quickly rush to the back side of the house. For a moment Viktor would hesitate, his eyes turning over towards his crafting desk where all his work was. Long hard months of continuous work and those Noxian dogs would ruin it all. Rushing over to his desk, Viktor quickly opens up one of the compartments and gazes into it. A single item was inside-the hand crafted ring that the machine herald had so long been working on. It was only a second that the herald gazed upon the item yet it felt like he was staring at it for a seemingly endless moment. Every inch of detailed metal and design engraved across the ring all seemed to come together in that instant.
Yet just like that Viktor would be snapped out of his thoughts as a bright orange colored flame filled the room and as he raised his head he finally realized the room was burning and on fire. "Damn those fools..." the machine herald would snarl as he gripped the ring tightly and rushed outside to the back passageway. As he continued to run through the long passage he would see Leblanc on the opposite side, crouched down. Although he approached and would begin to speak, the female mage would slam her fist against his chest and narrow her eyes. "What took you so long? You had me worried, idiot..."
"I'm here now, aren't I? Anyways I was simply contemplating whether I should salvage any of my work or not-they burned the place down before I could" Viktor would explain to her as he crossed his arms. With a sigh, Leblanc would shake her head and turn away as she began walking, clutching her staff. "I acted before thinking...so as you said, I have no plan now. I don't know where we could possibly hide so I suppose this is a glorious moment for you to gloat" the female mutters as she looked ahead to a seemingly empty area that she was unfamiliar of in Bilgewater. "As tempting as it would be to tell you I was right, I think that can wait. We have more pressing matters...let's see if we can't figure this out without attracting attention then, shall we?" Viktor would state as he glanced towards his female lover who nods at his words. "Agreed...let's hope we don't find any more of Swain's troops around here. Perhaps Ionia would be-"
"Have you gone mad, woman?" Viktor would scoff in a rather shocked tone. "Ionia? You do realize they aren't exactly on good terms with Noxus? Not to mention the sight of me wouldn't be all that grand."
"I've cut ties with Noxus, you know that dear" the female would say as she let out a irritated sigh since she knew the male had a valid point. Even if Viktor knew it, the people of Ionia may not believe her if she told them. "Perhaps I can vouch for you. Tell them-" Viktor began but would stop as Leblanc shook her head. "They'd believe you, the psychotic herald? Let alone me, a woman with a reputation of being a deceiver?"
"It matters not to me what everyone else says! Your word is the only one that matters in this disgraceful world," the machine herald would snap, silencing Leblanc who would stare at him in surprise. "Anyone who attempts to lay a finger on you will die by my hand. They will be burned to ash and decimated for hurting the woman I have come to admire and cherish."
For a moment the mage would stare at Viktor in awe, seemingly struck by his words as her heart fluttered. "Viktor..." she would whisper in a gentle tone as though touched by his words-in her eyes it was truly romantic how he would go that far for her.
"Don't call my name in such a pathetic tone, woman" the male sneers as he steps forward and places his cold metal hand on her cheek. Letting out a quiet chuckle, Leblanc shakes her head and smiles up at the herald. "I love you."
"I know you do" Viktor scoffs, crossing his arms as he looks off to the side and then mutters, "I love you too. Now enough of this sappy talk! Let's commence, we have a long walk ahead of us..."
Nodding, the female mage sighs but maintains a confident posture as she laces her arm around Viktor's and proceeds to walk. Although neither of the pair knew where they were headed, as long as it was away from Swain and they were together; it wouldn't matter one bit.