#leoleth

[wayywardcryptid]

//HA LEOLETH

SPLIT THE SUN WITH THY FURIOUS BLOWS

art for my friend's homebrew LCP, the sixth voice!!

[princessesaphi]

In made colors on this old FE3H piece !

[nexttrickanvils]

hey, hope im not too late for the leonie ask thing

how about Leonie's village learning she's marrying the new high king and...the wedding's taking place here?

I hope you like this, Nonny!

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“So that’s the long and short of it.”

Leonie nervously chuckled as she looked over everyone’s reactions.

Frankly she couldn’t blame them.

It was one thing to arrive home to tell her friends and family that the war was finally over and that she made it and she and her old classmates were now strong brave war heroes…

It was an entirely different thing to also tell them, “By the way, all the lands in Fodlan are going to be united and the guy who’s going to be King asked me to marry him so I guess that means I’m gonna be queen soon.”

Honestly, Leonie herself had a hard time believing this.

Her father stepped up to the front of the crowd, placed his hand on Leonie’s shoulder, and just gave a massive grin.

“Ha! I always knew you’d do great things, kiddo but I admit “Queen of Fodlan” is a surprise! So when’s the wedding?”

Leonie swallowed a lump in her throat.

“That’s the other thing… we haven’t figured out a date but I want to have it here.”

At that, the crowd (including her parents) practically exploded. The village kids all sounded excited but the adults all sounded confused.

“Leonie, dear, why would you do that?” Asked the old lady who ran the tannery

“You’re gonna be a queen! You need to get married at like a castle or somewhere fancy!” Remarked the Inn owner

Leonie just smiled, “I want the wedding here because of all of you. I mean… you’re all the reason I’m here. You all came together to help me get into the Officer’s Academy and because that… I learned so much, I made a lot of friends, and… and I met Byleth. Even with this big change… I don’t want to forget where I came from.”

Everyone stared at her and slowly all started to smile.

This time, Leonie’s mother stepped up.

“Well you heard her! We’re gonna make this the greatest wedding in Fodlan! Nothing but the best… for our dear Leonie.”

The crowd began to cheer and Leonie could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

No matter what happens next in her life, she’ll always be a girl from Sauin in her heart.

[indigowallbreaker]

M!Byleth x Leonie with 92 from the Heart Breaking Prompts ("It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.")

I tweaked the dialogue a tiny bit to fit the character better and because I’ve convinced myself there is no Prompt Police to yell at me for making tweaks. Hope you approve!

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The newly-formed Jeralt Company of mercenaries had an internal reputation for always being short on gold. While it was true that Leonie and Byleth spent most of the group’s money on weapon upkeep-- and more than a few bar tabs-- there was a small amount set aside for emergencies.

Medical expenses, for instance.

Leonie bit her lip against a laugh as she helped her husband through the tavern doors. Whatever herbs that healer had given them for Byleth’s cold had apparently been as potent as they were pricey.

“You should let me do the walking,” Byleth said as Leonie readjusted his arm over her shoulders. “It doesn’t set a good example for the others if I can’t walking on my own. Walk. Walk on my own.”

A chuckle slipped out of Leonie. “It’s just you and me tonight. Don’t worry, you don’t have anyone to set an example for.” 

The emergency fund was big enough to follow the healer’s orders and get Byleth a warm, comfortable room to stay in for a few nights. The emergency fund was not big enough for every person in the Jeralt Company to join in. Felix had agreed to watch over the other mercenaries until Byleth was better, which meant there was no one to watch Byleth stumble over nothing as they crossed the tavern.

After a brief conversation, the tavern keeper handed over the key to their room, and Leonie began leading Byleth upstairs. “I can pick it,” Byleth said when they reached the right door.

“You don’t have to. We got this, remember?” Leonie held up the brass door key.

Byleth blinked slowly at it. “When?”

Leonie snorted. “Come on, you. Time for bed.”

The room was just as extravagant as Leonie expected of a room above a tavern. Bed, sink, dresser with several knobs missing, wooden stool with knife marks. Still, better place for a patient than a tent in the middle of the woods. 

Leonie sat Byleth on the stool. “Get undressed. I’ll get the bed ready.”

Byleth sniffed. Then he sniffed again. “I can get it ready,” he said through his congestion.

Leonie merely kissed the top of his head and set about making the bed. From her pack, Leonie pulled more blankets, an extra pillow, a packet of her and Byleth’s favorite tea, and more of the medical herbs from the healer. These last two she placed on the dresser, making a mental note to get some hot water from downstairs later.

When she turned back around, Leonie couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. Byleth had evidently leaned over to undo his boot laces-- but now just sat slumped forward on the stool. Some part of Leonie knew it was cruel to find the sight of her sickly husband struggling so funny, but honestly, watching him recover from a cold was a lot less stressful than watching him recover from an axe wound or stray arrow. 

“Here, let me.” Leonie knelt before Byleth and began taking off his boots. With a bit of effort, she got the rest of his clothes off, convinced him into a fresh pair of pants, and sat him on the bed. 

Leonie’s amusement was tempered somewhat when she placed a hand to his forehead. “You’re still warm. The healer said your fever should break tonight but let me get you a wet towel.”

Before she could move far, Byleth caught her wrist. “Why’re you with me?” He slurred.

Leonie looked at him. “Because that’s what we do? We watch each other’s backs. It was in our wedding vows. Remember those?” She teased.

Byleth’s eyebrows furrowed. It was adorable. Leonie smiled to herself as she slipped her hand free and made for the sink. When she returned to the bed, cold towel folded and ready to go, it was to find Byleth still looking puzzled. “What is it?” She asked, pushing gently on his shoulder to get him to lay down.

“Why are you with me?” He repeated. “That’s.. what I meant...” His voice lowered when she placed the towel over his forehead. “That feels nice...” He added, closing his eyes.

“Glad to hear it.” Leonie pushed his bangs out of the way, trailing her fingers down his jaw to his chin. His skin felt so warm. “Just get some rest, okay? I want my partner back as soon as possible.”

Byleth’s eyes cracked open again. “Why am I your partner?”

Leonie frowned. “Because I love you? Why are you asking these things?”

“You got along with so many Deer,” Byleth said, glassy eyes now fixed on Leonie. “You could’ve been with Claude. You could’ve been a queen. Or been with Raphael, or Ignatz, or Hilda...” He swallowed. “But you’re with me. Sometimes I wonder how that happened.”

It was probably the medicine talking. Actually it was definitely the medicine talking. An unmedicated Byleth never asked this kind of thing-- he and Leonie had known where they stood with one another since that sunrise at the Goddess Tower. If Byleth harbored any uncertainties, he kept them well hidden, even from Leonie.

With a sigh, Leonie ran her fingers down Byleth’s face again. “I was never going to end up with anyone else. It was always you, Byleth. No matter how many times I denied it to myself, it was always going to be you.” Her cheeks grew hot as the words left her mouth. It wasn’t often she said such things. She loved Byleth with her whole heart but saying stuff like this outloud was downright embarrassing.

It seemed to be exactly what Byleth needed to hear, however. He smiled and closed his eyes once more. “I think I get it now.”

“Good, because I’m not repeating myself.”

“No need. I love you too.”

Leonie picked up the towel. “I’ll cool this off again. Sleep, Byleth. That’s an order.” Nodding weakly against his pillow, Byleth’s face slackened. 

His breathing was even and deep by the time Leonie came back with a freshened towel. Leonie placed it over Byleth’s forehead once more, and did a mental recount of their finances. They could probably spring for an extra night in this room on their own-- just in case Byleth had any more concerns Leonie could lay to rest.

[legendsoffodlan]

Cluade: So, how was the honeymoon?

Byleth: Leonie got drunk and tried to burn our marriage certificate while yelling “Good luck returning me without the receipt!”.

Byleth: I have never loved her more.

[nexttrickanvils]

*sees your Leonie positivity post* MY TIME HAS COME!

Ahem. If I might request, good cultured sir, might I request a ficlet of Leonie and Byleth looking all over Garreg Mach for their first child after they went missing?

(They're hiding in Abyss with Uncle Yuri because they think its funny.)

In Sauin Village, if you wish to become a hunter, the first thing you are taught is how to control yourself so you don’t panic.

Panicking at best would scare away game and at worst get you killed by an angry large animal.

It was a lesson Leonie kept to heart during her time in the Academy and fighting through the war.

She had been face to face with possible death more times than she could count and never broke… but now Leonie could finally feel all the panic she’s held back ready to burst.

All because of four words from her husband, “I can’t find Conrad.”

She knew her and Byleth’s son was a restless boy and loved to explore but he never wandered far from Garreg Mach. He usually was found and brought back to them by Flayn or Seteth or even the Gatekeeper.

But none of them had seen him since this morning thus she, Byleth, and everyone in Garreg Mach searched for him.

Byleth looked in the mess hall, hoping the boy was trying to sneak some snacks but no luck.

She looked in the stables, even searched the horses’ pens to see if he was hiding inside. But she also found nothing.

The more they looked, the more they worried.

Even all these years after the war, she and Byleth still dealt with obstacles. Corrupt nobles angry over the old ways changing, former loyalists of Edelgard attempting to finish what she started, and the remnants of Those Who Slither in The Dark. If any of those groups laid a hand on Conrad, Leonie would make them regret it.

It was sunset by the time she and Byleth finished their search, empty-handed.

Leonie did her best not to panic, if only for Byleth’s sake. She’d seen his current expression before… that awful day when the Captain…

She took his hand and rested her forehead on his.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re going to find him. We’re not going to abandon him and-”

“YOUR MAJESTIES! SOMETHING TO REPORT!”

The sound of the Gatekeeper’s enthusiastic voice brought a glimpse of hope to the two of them. They quickly pulled away from each other and looked towards the young man…

Seeing him crying tears of joy as he stood next to Yuri, holding a cheerful and unharmed Conrad.

Leonie and Byleth rushed over, Byleth reaching Conrad first and pulling their son into a tight hug.

However just as quickly, Byleth gave the boy a very stern expression that very much reminded Leonie of her mentor

“Where. Were you, kid?” He asked

“Um…”

“We were looking everywhere for you! We were so scared that something bad happened!” Leonie joined in

Conrad looked remorseful as he answered, “I wanted to play hide & seek and Uncle Yuri always says Abyss is the best place to hide.”

Immediately Leonie and Byleth turned their glares towards their (soon-to-be former) friend who just laughed and shrugged.

“To be fair, I didn’t realize Conrad didn’t tell you. It wasn’t until word about the two of you tearing apart the Monastery looking for the little guy came down our way that I found out he was keeping secrets.”

Conrad just hid his face into Byleth’s chest. He was a smart boy, he knew he was in a world of trouble.

…But first…

Leonie took a deep breath and ruffled her boy’s hair just as her own father did.

“Well the important thing is, you’re okay. You’re still in trouble buster but we’ll talk about that tomorrow.”

Byleth nodded and looked back at Yuri.

“Thank you for at least keeping an eye on him.”

“Eh, no problem. Not sure why the kid likes me so much but hey. On the bright side, I’d say he’d be quite adept at trickster training. You know when he’s old enough, obviously.”

Leonie and Byleth exchanged a… nervous look before both let out a nervous laugh.

“We’ll… keep that in mind.” Byleth responded with a sigh

[nexttrickanvils]

Fluffcember Day 7: The Outdoors

M!Byleth and Leonie do some bonding via fishing. Looks like Leonie got a big one.

[nexttrickanvils]

Random Byleth x Leonie Idea:

Despite now being Queen, no way in hell is Leonie gonna be a delicate noble lady. Cue a dinner with her, Byleth, and a bunch of nobles where Leonie pretty much eats like a former hunter/mercenary.

The extra stuffy nobles are pearl clutching and making rude remarks to Byleth (”can’t you have your wife dine more like a PROPER lady!?) about her.

Byleth’s response is basically: “Gentlemen, you came here to discuss trade negotiations, not my Queen’s table manners.” Like he’s not going to retaliate at these guys, he’s going to be a fair and just ruler... but at the same time, don’t fucking insult his wife.

Bonus: In attendance are the other Golden Deer nobles. Marianne is polite but has a fairly amused smile, Hilda’s trying to hide her snickering, and while Lorenz is also a little aghast over Leonie’s manners, he’s smart enough to know to save this conversation for later and not piss off the Royal couple.

Double Bonus: Lysithea wasn’t at the dinner but proceeds to laugh her ass off when one of the other Deer tell her all about it.

Triple Bonus: Claude also laughs when he hears about this (and he may or may not have offered some stomach pains poison for Old Time’s Sake.)