#leothea

[mermaidhugs]

the doroleo supports were too powerful so instys had to cut them

[hannahhbic]

Leonie tries to hold a serious meeting of her favorite club. Her members, however, have other ideas. Here’s the transcript of their brief, ridiculous meeting.

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(yes I had too much fun making the graphics)

[indigowallbreaker]

also for leonie and ghost/spirit dorothea, 34 from the kissing ask? your writing is always great!

 Direct sequel to this!  

34. Returned from the dead kiss 

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Dorothea appeared on the Mittelfrank Opera House stage, as she did every night. She stood in that spotlight and sang her aria, as she did every night. She sang and reflected on her lost love and mourned how she could never love another, as she did every night.

But this time-- she smiled as she sang. For sitting in a splintered chair in the first row was Leonie.

When the song ended, Leonie clapped, the sound echoing around the otherwise empty chamber. Dorothea’s smile widened. 

“That was how we had our first kiss, you know,” Dorothea said, floating down from the stage.

Leonie stood. “Our first kiss?”

“When the war ended. You kissed me after my first performance here.” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”

Dorothea held in a wince. “I suppose that makes sense. It was 1,000 years ago. You’re bound to not remember every detail.”

Leonie shifted uncomfortably. “I mean-- I don’t remember you at all. If you performed 1,000 years ago, how could I have been there?” She took out the strange rectangle device Dorothea had seen last night. “Who are you?”

“You... you don’t remember anything,” Dorothea repeated. If she had still possessed a heart, it would have ached. “You don’t remember school? The war? You don’t remember me?”

Leonie slowly shook her head. The spotlight behind Dorothea, their only light source, flickered. Dorothea felt a hundred furious staccato notes pulse from her. Had she held a dying Leonie in her arms for nothing? Had she sworn they would meet again someday and then suffered through a millennia of torture only for the meeting itself to be torture?

The theater began to shake as the notes reached their crescendo. Floorboards flew into the air, the spotlight flickered rapidly, applause from hundreds and hundreds of performances grew deafening--

And then a familiar pair of hands cupped Dorothea’s face. “Hey! Hey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Everything stopped. Dorothea floated a few inches off the floor, stunned at the feel of Leonie’s hands on her skin. She hadn’t been touched-- she hadn’t felt in 1,000 years. Leonie swiped her thumb under Dorothea’s left eye to catch a tear. Dorothea felt her feet touch the ground. Since when did she cry? Since when did she touch?

Leonie chuckled. “You know, you’re pretty solid for a ghost.”

“I’m not supposed to be,” Dorothea could only think to say.

Leonie laughed again. The music of it caused a joy Dorothea hadn’t felt in forever to grow in her chest, and she kissed Leonie.

A whisper of loving, victorious legato notes played in the back of Dorothea’s mind, but it faded as quick as it came. There was only the press of Leonie’s lips against her own, those hands on her cheeks, and a sudden feeling that everything was falling into place at long last.

They drew apart after a long moment. Fresh tears dripped down Dorothea’s chin. Leonie’s eyes were wide, watery, home.

“Dorothea,” Leonie breathed.

“You remember my--

“Dorothea!” Leonie kissed her again, and again, and hugged her tight. Dorothea sobbed-- she hadn’t been hugged in a lifetime-- and gasped as Leonie hugged her too tight. She needed air, Dorothea realized. And her heart was beating thunderously and she felt warm in Leonie’s embrace and the spotlight had disappeared but Dorothea was still here.

“I have so much to tell you,” Dorothea murmered. She wrapped her arms around Leonie, and didn’t intend to let go any time soon.

[somepinkthing]

the real wlw support that we were robbed of is leonie/dorothea. Two gals from similar backstories come to garreg mach to secure better futures for themselves but in totally opposite ways. Leonie is arguably one of the most secure people in this disaster of a school and dorothea is one of the most insecure

Also... femme/butch..... the power they’d have....

[indigowallbreaker]

Dorothea and Leonie heart break 25, 80, 88, 99 of the heart break list, 11, 66 kiss list with ghost/spirit dorothea? (these are and/or, i felt like sending 6 asks in a row w/ the same pairing would be too much.)

Judging by my askbox, you’re quite keen on this idea, anon. Hope I don’t dissapoint!

99: “Don’t make me fall in love again.”

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The Mittelfrank Opera House retained little of its splendor from its heyday 1,000 years ago. Leonie walked carefully down the main aisle, mindful of the rotten floorboards and moss covered handrail. The whole building was in gloom. Her flashlight caught the occasional shine-- but more often than not, it was just an animal bone or puddle.

Leonie opened her phone to check her notes. According to all the websites and first hand accounts she could find, the ghost that haunted this place usually showed up just after midnight in this very room. Yet all Leonie could see was a deserted-- and somewhat depressing-- old theater.

Just as she reached the second row of seats, however, Leonie’s flashlight began to flicker. She shook it a few times and even knocked it against her hand. “Come on, that’s so cliché,” she muttered as it fizzled out entirely. Even her phone had decided to stop working. Leonie jabbed at the black screen in annoyance.

Suddenly, a circle of light appeared on the stage as if someone had turned on a spotlight. Nobody walked across the stage, but before Leonie’s eyes, a figure appeared in the circle.

None of the accounts had mentioned what the ghost looked like. Leonie hadn’t been able to find any description of the ghost outside of the word “beautiful”. And now she understood why.

The ghost was beautiful.

Waves of rich brown hair rippled around the ghost as if she were under water. Her dress was like crimson smoke, curling with her movements and making her look like a flickering flame or warbling rose. Leonie was so entranced that it took a moment for her to notice the music.

And once she noticed, she became enraptured by that as well.

The ghost was singing-- and her voice seemed to pull an orchestra from the depths of the opera house’s memory, for instruments began to play alongside her words. Hand clasped before her, jewelry glittering in the spotlight, the ghost sang what seemed to be the end of a solo:

... Where the beauty never runs out

and the voices never change.

Don’t make me fall in love again

for I wish to remain the same.

Leonie didn’t move throughout the whole song. It sounded so familiar, yet she couldn’t recall when she had heard it before. Dazed, Leonie began to lift her phone-- forgetting it wasn’t working-- with the intent to look up the lyrics.

The ghost’s pale green eyes abruptly fixed on Leonie’s. Her whole face softened as if in recognition. Pushing down fear, Leonie gave a small wave. “Hey,” she greeted.

The ghost laughed. “The voices never change,” she said melodically.

“That was a nice song.” Leonie wondered absently why no one mentioned the singing before.

“Come back tomorrow and I’ll sing it for you again.” The ghost winked-- Leonie blushed-- and disappeared.

The spotlight vanished soon after, and just like that, Leonie’s flashlight lit up and her phone began buzzing. The screen told Leonie that it was a quarter after midnight. There were several texts from her fellow paranormal enthusiasts, as well as one from Jeralt asking where she was. 

Shaken, a song she couldn’t remember stuck in her head, Leonie quickly made her way out of the Mittelfrank Opera House.

[m3ll0wing]

[necromancy-enthusiast]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Fire Emblem Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dorothea Arnault/Leonie Pinelli Characters: Dorothea Arnault, Leonie Pinelli, Ignatz Victor, Raphael Kirsten Additional Tags: First Meetings, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Fire Emblem: Three Houses Golden Deer Route, Social Commentary, Minor Character Death, Ignatz and Raphael feature majorly in one scene but that's about it, Mentioned Golden Deer Students (Fire Emblem), Golden Deer Dorothea Arnault, Mental Health Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, there are some dead bodies but they're not described in detail Summary:

Dorothea Arnault, formerly of the Black Eagles, joins the Golden Deer house. It turns out that despite their differences, she and Leonie have a lot of commonalities as well, and they're quick to develop a friendship that grows throughout their year at the academy. Even after they're suddenly torn apart by circumstances far beyond their control, they fall back into step easily when their class reunites five years later, and Leonie contemplates the exact nature of their relationship.

Featuring art by @jerseyartblog!