- Leona will carry Maddi over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and Maddi legit does not argue. Surprised when it happens? Yes. Angry? No (this generally happens if like Maddi forgot that they planned on meeting 😭 it happens a lot.)
- Maddi was very oblivious and Leona was very stubborn that it took awhile before they confessed their feelings
- LeoDi before they get together drove Usagi and Ruggie crazy (Ruggie cause free food and also Leona actually being motivated to do something other than nap)
- dates are like super simple cause these two will just sit and enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes Maddi will yap about things, but Leona doesn’t mind, cause Maddi is like one of the few people in this man’s life that he tolerates enough
- Maddi would occasionally invite Leona to the board game club. Azul and idia were very iffy on that.
- before they got together Maddi called Leona a “Blue Caterpillar” cauee he’s so stubborn (I can explain more if needed)
Also Here’s their ship chart. (FYI Polysexual Leona is a personal headcanon I have for Leona.)
League of Legends - Diana/Leona - angst, canon-typical violence, hurt no comfort
word count: ~1100
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This was a prompt from @sunflowers-on-fire, “what would a fight look like between Leona and Diana when Leona was at her breaking point after coming to terms with the extremism in the Solari in the far off, speculative future?”
So you can thank her for all this angst haha (they have amazing art, I'm sure you've seen some of the beautiful sunflower Leodi pictures).
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Leona is at her breaking point and hasn’t slept in days. She's finally seen the extent the Solari have come to, the carnage and death and destruction they’ve wrought in the name of their movement for the deity she cherishes and followed devoutly her entire life. And she’s the pinnacle, she’s the object, she’s the symbol that represents it all.
Every day she wakes with the light. Every day she faces the harbinger of her destiny, and every day she fails.
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It was not lightning or an earthquake echoing through the reaches of Targon’s mountain range, but two titans locked in battle. For years the landscape stood its ground, resolute in the face of the same, unending conflict that cut scars and deep wounds into the earth and screamed with a type of pain generations would someday hear. Darkness and daylight clashed with neither knowing if it was the source of righteousness or resolve.
The armor of the Radiant Dawn glowed with all its might, heated and charged like the dying embers of a fire. Leona slashed with her blade over and over, strike after strike, desperate attacks that cleaved nothing but the breath of a shadow. Diana dashed before her, brilliant and shining, untouched from the reach of her counterpart’s feeble attempts. In a glow of moonlight, Diana surged forward, ruthless and relentless in her assault against Leona’s defense, attacking with hard and fast blows that sent Leona falling back on her heels. Leona’s foot caved in a soft divot of the ground and her shield opened up just enough for Diana to exploit the fissure of weakness with one exact strike.
Too many times Leona felt torment in her heart when the Scorn of the Moon laid her bare. Too many times she’d fallen beneath the power of the sovereign her former lover worshiped, and for once, just this once, she let the deep well of shame and pain take over and lost herself to the creature that lurked beneath the surface of her consciousness. Sunfire surged inside, hot and bright and damning, drawing into itself in a ball of concentrated heat that burst forward in a blast that hit Diana square in the chest and threw her back across the battlefield, tumbling and falling over herself.
Leona fell to her knees, vision blurring and shifting in violent lurches. She couldn’t catch her breath, choking and gasping for air that gave no respite in the aftermath. She felt the wet trickle of blood spilling across her lips from her nostrils, the salvation of the aspects no relief against her mortal weakness. She dug her fingers into the gravel at her knees, desperate for any semblance of stability in the shifting fracture of reality that splintered before her eyes.
What did it matter? Everything she stood for was a hollow token.
Across the clearing she saw a flicker of movement. Diana got to her feet, rubbing her chest with her hand where the Sunfire hit her and shook out her wrist where she fell on it, but she readied herself and her crooked blade to resume their combat. Leona grit her teeth and dug her hand into the ground even further, pushing through where nothing was left to stand on shaky legs. She could barely hold her shield up, and so in a moment of resolve, let it fall to the ground. What did it matter. There was a very real chance she would not make it through this fight, as Diana proved time and again Leona could never protect anything or anyone.
Leona staggered forward, swaying back and forth like she was trying to traverse the deck of a pitching ship. She gripped a second hand around the hilt of the Zenith blade, her strength nearly depleted but still she continued. Maybe she always was a zealot just like the rest.
Diana rolled her shoulders in anticipation, her body shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet, light and relaxed with the grace of a dancer. When Leona finally reached her she swung with all her strength in a large arching strike Diana dodged with ease. Leona screamed and tried again, over and over slicing with reckless abandon, wild hits that any novice fighter could read from a mile away, and an expert like Diana barely registered as a threat. White hot tears clouded Leona’s vision, but still she could see the grim expression on Diana’s face clear as the morning sun. Her lips were pursed into a thin line with a look of disgust at the wretched state Leona had succumbed to. Diana lowered her weapon, continuing to evade and dance away from Leona’s attacks but she would not engage with a counter.
“Fight back!!” Leona screamed. The cry tore from her throat and ripped from her chest that still heaved and strained with tight needles that caged around her lungs. She lunged forward, exposing her flank and felt in one fluid motion Diana disarm her with a twist of her crescent blade and a slam with her elbow driven hard into the middle of Leona’s back. She hit the ground hard, splayed out on her stomach.
Leona closed her eyes and laid her forehead against the ground, her steadfast resolve tuned flat with the notes of defeat. She was ready for the final strike to end this decades long battle, but it never came. She felt the whoosh of a blade and heard the tip of Diana’s sword pierce the ground near her head. A rough hand gripped her shoulder and turned her over on her back.
Leona stared up at her aspect counterpart.
Diana knelt on one knee, hand on the pommel of her blade, expression stony and impenetrable. The dark makeup only highlighted the intensity of her gaze as she regarded Leona, who grit her teeth, air coming in fast breaths between her snarl.
Diana’s eyes never left Leona’s when she finally spoke.
“You’ve made it through the whole wick and somehow found more to burn, Leona. How long are you going to continue down this path you’re so damn stubborn to cling to?”
Leona looked away, fresh tears rising in her eyes. She pressed her lips together as hard as she could to not let Diana see her start sobbing.
“You’ve always had the answers and you’ve always known what was truly right. Though I wanted to in that past, I can’t make this choice for you. And I also won’t end your miserable existence. You have too much still to give and too much you must answer for. There’s still time. I hope you take it and find a new candle.”
Leona heard the scrape of Diana’s sword being pulled from the earth and the sound of footsteps walking off into the distance. When she could no longer hear the fall of Diana’s boots Leona burst into tears and rolled on her side, curling into herself and howling into her hands. She laid there for hours and hours in misery while the moon arched across the sky, an ever present guardian with a watchful eye on Her most reluctant ward.
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I’m open to prompts for Leona x Diana (especially acolyte era stuff atm), angst or fluff whatever you’ve got. I’d love a comment with what you thought! Thanks for reading!
