#heath/legault

[nootnootles]

Heath/Legault scribbles I haven't posted on here yet... (and a WIP idk if I'll finish...)

[kammyjams]

Very late Crismus Legault to bring in the New Year!!

Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year to u all! 🥂🍻

Bonus Heathgault:

[drowzydruzy-art]

oh, right. i also have another sketch of these jokesters

[saijspellhart]

“What do you want that hand to do?” -Legault the Hurricane

Oh to have a shamelessly flirtatious thief/assassin in your lap determined to woo you.

I did a redraw of a very very old art I made probably 14 years ago. Heath and Legault. These two were my very first gay ship, and they are precious to me. I remember when I read this fic by Bishop Sasarai. I printed it out at school and toted it around in my folders. I covertly showed the story to friends because I was so embarrassed that I was super into a ship with two men. It felt like I was interested in something forbidden. (And as a child it was.) These two opened my eyes to the possibility of love between same sex couples. Fast forward to the present and now I identify as bi-ace. I have these men and this fanfic to thank for opening my young teenage eyes. They set the ground work for all my future queer ships.

Thanks Bishop Sasarai, you wrote that fic forever ago, but it’s carved a place inside my heart forever. You probably won’t see this, but your work is so important to me.

Thanks Heath and Legault. May you turncoats love each other forever. I hope this art pays tribute.

(This art isn’t an illustration of a scene from the fic, rather it was inspired by a line of Legault’s dialogue from the fic.)

Old and new art comparison below the cut.

2010 art on the left, 2024 art on the right.

[gullcrest]

i finished my playthrough of blazing blade! here are some of my favs < 3

[loyaldeserter]

"A little birdie told me it was someone's birthday today."

An owl, to be precise-- the one that perches up by the bulletins scattered around campus. Legault had been aware of the upcoming date, but it had still been a good reminder to get a little gift together when he'd spotted the knight's name on the calendar.

His prize dangles from a chain clenched loosely in his fist: a cluster of dried heather blooms encased in a glass locket. The soft pink and purple hues of the petals are dulled with age, a subdued version of the color the hills of Bern in the summertime.

"Perhaps it's a bit sentimental for your tastes, but..."

He presses the pendant into the knight's palm.

"If you're going to carry the burdens of home, you may as well carry the prettier parts of it as well. That was my thought, anyhow."

Self-consciousness flickers across the thief's features, smoothed out just as quickly by a crooked smile.

"And if you'd rather cast it aside, it'll get you a pretty penny at the secondhand shop. Always good to have something to pawn off in an emergency when you're in a spot like ours, mm?"

Heath doesn't do anything special for his birthdays.

To be honest, he'd initially forgotten it was his birthday entirely. A day is a day, and they tend to blend into each other when there isn't anything particularly exciting happening. He'd put on his armor, walked into the knight commons, and been mildly surprised when he was met with clapping and a slice of cake and various small gifts from his coworkers.

A little much, but it really cemented just how Heath has integrated into Garreg Mach over these past months. It's the longest he's stayed in one place in a long time, and people know him. They talk with him. Are interested in him beyond the utility a wyvern knight can offer them.

It feels nice. It feels dangerous.

Logically, he knows Garreg Mach is easily defensible. Why would Bern lay siege to a powerful institution on a foreign continent, just to punish a single deserter?

It is the ghost of Bern that follows him now. It haunts his dreams, in the terrors of battle and the lost faces of his comrades smiling again. It walks the cobble of Garreg Mach, in the form of Legault and the Reeds.

He should flee. He is a moth dancing in the flames, one shift of the wind or careless dive away from turning to ash. Or, more likely (more in line with how he feels) he is the flame, threatening those who draw too close.

"That birdie's been busy, it seems." Yet here he is, indulging like this. Legault is hard to avoid, especially when the thief constantly seeks him out. And lately, Heath's efforts to do so have been half-hearted and performative at best. "Visiting everyone but me, it seems. You know, it almost slipped my mind entirely."

Heath's even about to let himself laugh at this, but it catches in his throat as he catches sight of the gift. He'd recognize those flowers anywhere. The specter has been made manifest, and it is pressed into the palm of his hand. It should burn him.

But, in a way, it is him. Heath was named for the grasslands that surrounded his town, typically scarce but so beautiful and vibrant in bloom. He'd taken those flowers for granted, never considered the idea there would be a day where he'd leave them behind for good.

He's stayed frozen like this for too long. His grip slackens, and he holds the pendant close to his eyes, almost hypnotized by the colors. He doesn't know how Legault managed to get his hands on this. How he always seems to know how to say things that make Heath tick.

"This isn't something to foist upon someone else," he says, as if this little piece of Bern is a responsibility. He works his fingers against it methodically, a ritual of his own design. "Legault, I..."

He doesn't really know how to convey what this means to him. The weight of the little object in his hands, the dried flowers beneath the glass. He's not sure what it means to him, exactly.

Everything is upside-down. He carries a piece of what he runs from, of what betrayed him. He seeks the company of a man he should rebuke, even if he cares for him. Moreso because he does. He feels at home when his home is lost to him forever.

"Thank you."

[lilyeeveeex]

I'm back tumblr

[feshippingpolls]

Heath x Legault are passionately making out as I type this

FE: Should they kiss?

Heath x Legault

[troglodytidae]

i had a too real of a dream last night where legault finally got an alt unit in feh and it was part of this seasonal thief themed banner and heath? was also on there and i posted that heathlegault is back again or something like that and i was more than willing to spend money on the banner

[kammyjams]

Uh-huh, Honey! 💋

[drowzydruzy-art]

forgive me for doing an incorrectquote joke. i just think this one is kind of correct

[saijspellhart]

Apparently the supports between Kent and Heath involve Heath expressing interest in becoming a knight of Caelin, and Kent putting his best foot forward (gushing about Lady Lyn) in order to recruit Heath, and ultimately convincing him that Lord Hausen and Lady Lyn are worth swearing fealty to.

Which opens up ALL kinds of story opportunities. Imagine Heath joining the Caelin Knights, and Legault following after him, but not telling him. And Lyn catches Legault sneaking about, as she’s the one who recruited Legault to their merry band of misfits to begin with. Imagine her having a few convos with Legault, learning he’s hanging around trying to figure out how to woo Heath, and they sort of spark a friendship. She helps wingman for Legault, and eventually Legault likes her enough to become her spy (the way Matthew and Leila are spies for Ostia).

[princeofopenness]

@luminousrider @nabataprophet @loyaldeserter @katabatiic @dcggersedge

There were six of them, including Alfonse himself, that made the trek up to the first of the two marked locations. None of the others were people he had spoken to prior, though each of them were familiar to him. They all had counterparts in Askr he had met. This was good, a nice bit of familiarity, nothing too unpredictable. He knew of their various skillsets, who he likely ought to rely on for what. He much preferred that to having someone unknown to him in the group.

Finding but one ruin among many would have been a far more difficult ordeal without the note's guidance. Following the guidance of someone they did not know and entering a specific room in a fortress, crumbling though it may be, was outwardly a rather foolish task, Alfonse could admit that much. Still, it was one of their only leads; if this indeed had been set up by their adversaries, then perhaps they would have unwittingly left behind some morsel of information for the group to seize upon. Alfonse was more than used to enduring such ordeals from his past foes, after all.

With heavy, stone doors shut fast behind them and a voice taunting them from the shadows, Alfonse saw little reason to even try turning back the way they had come. He knew what result that would produce. It was wasted effort, and they would need every scrap of energy they had in the days to come. At the very least, the way the voice beckoned them eased some of Alfonse's worry. This wasn't a trap, oh no, this was a test. That meant there was a way forward being deliberately provided to them.

...Had this individual perhaps also been responsible for the traveling attraction he and Leif had participated in back at the monastery?

"Alright," Alfonse spoke confidently, raising his head and meeting the gaze of each of his companions in turn. "They wish to test us, then. This room can't be quite as empty as it looks. We ought to spread out, investigate as much as we can before us. Legault, Yunaka, would you check the walls for anything?"

The two knives in the darkness seemed the best bet for searching out hidden clues like that. Attentiveness to their surroundings was a key component of the work they performed, was it not? Besides, if anyone was prepared to unravel the work of a sneak, it was a fellow sneak. They might know better what to search for than someone like Alfonse.

"One of you take each side-- and bring someone else with you." He added. "Splitting up into pairs would likely be the most effective... and the safest. Whoever wishes to remain here with me, we'll check this table. It's likely that there's some kind of information hidden here, and whatever any one of us finds will likely play into what the others do. Call it a hunch."

It was so easy to fall back into his role as Prince of Askr and as a leader of the Order of Heroes. These people were all familiar to him; it was easy to pretend things were exactly the same as they had been back at home. He even forgot they may not all be willing to so easily take the orders of some blueblood they scarcely knew. These people weren't bound by contracts, after all. They were just scared and confused and seeking to end the strife that had found its way to their shared home.

Me When A Mysterious Feminine Voice Tells Me To Do Something

[loyaldeserter]

rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

He laughs as Lachius shoves him, his mousy-haired wingmate grinning at the reaction. He runs back at them, their hands joining as they start pushing against each other. Heath is bigger, but Lachius is stout--they're matched rather well, digging their boots in the dirt. Hemera and Hyperion both perk up, watching their riders tussle.

"You were saying?" Lachius sounds clearer than normal, louder, a musical peal of laughter following. "It looks like I can hold my own just fine!"

"Just you wait...!" Heath shifts his weight, bending to pick up Lachius. His wingmate squeaks in surprise at the grasp, and further when his legs leave the ground.

"W-what! No fair!" Lachius thrashes, disturbing Heath's already-precarious balance and sending them both tumbling to the ground. Hemera and Hyperion both make rumbling noises, stomping the ground.

Despite all that, Heath is distinctly aware of the hammering of his heart in his throat. Lachius has landed on him, closer than he's ever been, their faces practically touching. It takes them a moment to take stock of the situation, turn their face, and for a moment, Heath thinks--

No, he jerks away, his own face flushed, though surely not as deeply as Heath's must be right now. Why did that thought even...?

"Hey, Heath?" Oh. Heath is still on the ground, and Lachius has unsteadily risen to his feet. A hand is offered to him, a soft smile on their face.

"...sorry 'bout that." Heath takes it, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He hardly has a chance to say anything else, though, because he's swung and pressed against the wall, a knife close to his rabbit-quick heart. He feels fit to burst right there and then.

"I win."

[snakebear]

playing fe7 for the first time. guide told me to ignore the support mechanic, said it was too complicated and annoying. SO glad i ignored it because how else would i have gotten to see all the gay ass characters developing. heath and legault, raven and lucius, and most importantly goddamn florina and lyn lezzing out. come on

[fefuckability]

Blazing Blade qualifier time! Will begin Friday, March 7th at 3pm EST!

Here’s how it’s going to work:

There are going to be six qualifying polls (four for the men, two for the women)

Pick your most bangable favorite from each poll

Polls will run for three days

The top 32 male characters and the top 16 female characters will qualify for the men’s and women’s bracket

Polls:

Qualifier 1 (Sain, Kent, Wil, Dorcas, Rath, Matthew, Lucius, Wallace, Eliwood, Marcus)

Qualifier 2 (Lowen, Bartre, Hector, Oswin, Guy, Merlinus, Raven, Canas, Dart, Legault)

Qualifier 3 (Heath, Hawkeye, Geitz, Pent, Karel, Harken, Jaffar, Renault, Athos, Fargus)

Qualifier 4 (Elbert, Uther, Murdock, Desmond, Roland, Durban, Nergal, Lloyd, Linus, Brendan, Jake)

Qualifier 5 (Lyn*, Florina, Serra, Priscilla, Fiora, Ninian, Isadora, Farina, Louise, Vaida)

Qualifier 6 (Karla, Natalie, Eleanora, Leila, Hellene, Anna, Sonia, Usula, Elimine)

Extra notes under the cut

Characters who are excluded from voting:

Anyone who obviously both looks and acts like a literal child. The standard is literally “if a reasonable adult could look at this character and immediately clock them as a child, then they’re out”. Characters I have determined are "too baby" are: Nino, Fae, Nils, Erk, and Rebecca.

Anyone who lacks either a unique portrait or a unique name.

Characters who do not have a unique human form.

Most of the one-off bosses and the like.

A handful of characters who would likely fit better with the nonbinary bracket (Ephidel, Limstella, and Kishuna primarily)

Additional Notes:

*I am aware than Lyn was originally, canonically 15 years old. She was aged up to 18 in the localization, and based on her treatment by IS since the game released, they seem to lean into depicting her being older (at least the same age as Eliwood and Hector). IME most people aren't even aware that she was ever intended to be younger. So I'm letting her stand.

Erk and Rebecca are excluded because they specifically have canon ages stated in-game. They're both 15