#happy birthday yuri leclerc

[petorahs]

Yuri Leclerc as a concept is sooo funny because here is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, sike! He's a man actually. and you're like okay, okay, cool. he's still the most beautiful person ever, looks introverted yet elegant, so you'd expect him to have a demure-ish personality with delicate hobbies. speaks in noble tongue, voice as soft as the lilac in his hair maybe. probably into fashion as well.

and then he opens his mouth.

DEEP voice, crass, and a menace. were it not for the game's rating and setting, this guy would be cursing worse than a sailor. ANDDD the funniest thing is that he's 😂 an underground mafia boss. his first conversation with the player character is that he'd slit their throat for crossing his men. he's confident, sarcastic and smug, absolutely at odds with his soft appearance. NONE of his hobbies aside from the makeup are ""girly"" at all.

but that's not all! get this. he's... a momma's boy. intimidating fucker that he is, everything he does, the maiming the killing the swindeling, it's all to send money back to her. AND following that, he's something of a Robin Hood minus the heroic fanfare. as in, he's for the common folk. from orphans to the disabled, his care protects them all. beneath the scary job and personality, his compassion runs deep.

he can't stand not knowing things. he sings so prettily but scowls when he's made to do it in public. people call him a Savage Mockingbird and he does do nothing but mock and toy with his prey sometimes. he hates attention. A+ honors student but dropped out for doing crime. he's gotten into shit situations where people took advantage of him for his pretty looks.

he likes stargazing. he's named after a star. his real name at least. the one only his mom calls him.

isn't the dichotomy just the funniest. like don't all these aspects combined together make for the most delightfully jarring character ever. but it makes sense. the totality of his life circumstances made the person that he is now and it just... works.

"Yuri is the best he's my favorite!" -Yuri himself (actual line in game btw)

[lanit3]

happy birthday yuri!!! i dont have anything new, so here's his part in the fabled animatic from this post

[nerdnag-makes-art]

Inspired by this image

[v0x-harm0nique]

Rating: General

Category: F/M/F, F/M, F/F

Relationships: Yuri Leclerc/Bernadetra von Varley, Edelgard von Hresvelg/Bernadetta von Varley, Edelgard von Hresvelg/Yuri Leclerc, Edelgard von Hresvelg/Yuri Leclerc/Bernadetta von Varley

Word Count: 1,154

Summary: Lady Varley gets spoiled on her birthday by her husband and girlfriend during tea time.

I wrote this fic to celebrate Bernadetta's birthday!

[aptericia]

flat colors are the most I can manage these days, but I’m happy I at least got this finished before midnight!

Happy birthday Yuri Leclerc!! 💜

[moeblob]

Someone made a generator for those bot intros and I thought it was entertaining to hit randomize then I found Actual Yuri Leclerc's Bio.

And coincidentally, happy birthday to Yuri? I keep accidentally drawing characters on their birthdays and not intentionally.

[fantasygundam]

(Reposted) happy birthday yuri “savage mockingbird” leclerc. otherwise known as my wife

[aubins]

she is rasping and literally crawling toward yuri with big wet eyes because the week has been very unkind to her and she's a little scraped up from getting caught in a wilderness trap but don't even worry about it. however! she reaches them and her fluffy head perks up.

"yuri! yuri, we weren't on the same island last week, and bernie didn't want to miss you just in case—" rustle, rustle. from her belongings, she fishes out a lilac-ribboned box. inside there is makeup, carefully curated and dorothea-certified of course, along with a flower accessory she'd made herself. its blossom is the color of their eyes, which she is doing her very best to meet now, thank you very much.

(in fact, she's trying so hard that it pinches her brow just slightly. eye contact will always be her worst enemy but god if she isn't pulling out all the stops to show her earnestness. they deserve that much and plenty more.)

"happy, uh, early birthday...!" the gift is ushered into their possession. then her arms flap at her sides, and she blurts: "please don't get eaten by alligators, okay?! wait, are there alligators on this island? w-well, don't get eaten by anything! please. um, yes." nod, nod. "i don't get this whole competition thing, but you're still bernie's dear friend. and bernie really, really wants to keep being friends by the time your next birthday comes, too."

a pause. then, lips curl into a silly, fond smile that bernadetta can't help but make. "a-and it doesn't have anything to do with this weird island, but, um... you make me happy. so i hope this makes you happy, too."

Yuri Leclerc does not celebrate their birthday.

Sometimes, there are exceptions. Like the treats and surprises of a certain red-haired girl or the odd greeting here and there from Abyssians who have known them for long enough to learn it. Yet no matter how routine these exceptions start to become, they will always be just that: exceptions. Because, for so long, the day they'd said was theirs never really was their birthday anyway. Because, a long time ago, the boy who was born on their actual birthday died on the streets of Adrestia.

“Bernadetta,” is their hummed greeting as their gaze flicks over her, pleased— well, always pleased, really, to see her, and even more so when she appears to be in relatively one piece— their usual smile curling at the corner of their lips. “That for me?” they ask, tone teasing as she fishes the box from her belongings. It's not even my birthday yet, is the follow up, already upon the tip of their tongue when—

“Happy, uh, early birthday...!”

And Yuri blinks, stunned for a moment, because no, they think, they will never quite get used to these exceptions. Even as Bernadetta shuffles the gift into their hands, babbling that they shouldn't get eaten by alligators, if there even are any— “No,” they think they hear themself say automatically, first instinct always to reassure, “I haven't seen any alligators. And I won't get eaten, so don't even worry about it.”— and that they're her dear friend— “...ah?” is the only sound they make in response to that one, a little quiet and a little confused, because there's no automatic answer to it, not one that they want to give to such a genuine effort anyway.

They glance at the box now in their hands for a beat, then pull it open gently, as if afraid it might break. “You didn't have to,” Yuri says, gaze immediately attracted to the collection of makeup within. They know, of course, what it costs, and suddenly mean it doubly so. “Must've cost you a pretty penny. You should've spent it on yourself.” And even if some people would say it just to be humble, humility has never been one of their features. They know what they do and do not deserve.

After all, Yuri is no stranger to gifts like these. Makeup and jewelry offered to them because only the finest of accessories should decorate the most beautiful dolls— and never for free, of course, because nothing in this world is ever for free, and they are quite used to trading both face and body.

They kept them all, no matter how they loathe them sometimes. They may be prideful, but they are not foolish. There is a trunk under the floorboards beneath their bed in Abyss filled with their hoard, bountiful enough to convince someone they are a magpie and not a mockingbird. Bountiful enough to remind them that, now, the Savage Mockingbird can take a noble's expensive gift and slit his throat while wearing it if they wanted, then toss it without a second thought to disappear within their collection.

But while Bernadetta is a noble, she is not like them. (But how do you know? asks a voice. Yuri silences it. They just do— they must believe that.) Not because of this island, she says next, and as much as Yuri can guess where her mind tends to spiral to, they wonder if she can do the same. Because they would have thought it next, yes, wondered about an objective handed to her in the interim that perhaps needed completing or some other game their hosts wanted to play. Even with the reassurance, they might have still wondered.

But maybe it is because it is Bernadetta, because she had known them before they were Yuri, and know all the secrets and vulnerabilities that come with that, because no matter how many times she says she has forgiven them, Yuri is used to bracing for betrayal, that the mockingbird pauses. Briefly, yet completely and utterly struck still mid-flight.

And then they believe her, even when the first instinct ingrained in them is not to.

“It...” they start, then pause. Correct themself. “You make me happy, Bernadetta. With or without the gift. But thanks for thinking about my birthday.” Because it's nice to be thought about, in the end. If it needs to be put simply for her, without the mess of their past, then it— and she— makes them happy. Bernadetta doesn't need to know the rest. Yuri grins, then plucks the flower accessory from the box to hold out to her. This one, they can think about without straining their smile. No shadow haunts it; this one is just Bernadetta. “Help me put it in my hair?”

Next birthday, we'll still be friends. But they do not say it aloud. This one is a promise all for themself. Yuri resolves not to break it.

[ampersand-antics]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YURI LECLERC AND YURI LECLERC ONLY I LOVE YOU I'M SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL NOW!!!!

[indigowallbreaker]

(tosses this one in under the wire) YEET

Happy birthday, Yuri!! You deserve the nicest of days and the bestest of fics. So here’s mine for you!

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The gazebo outside the dining hall made for a nice meeting spot. Yuri would have to appreciate that the next time Byleth wasn’t late. The bell rang for students get back to class, and Yuri watched with some amusement as kids ran past him for the classrooms. Verdant Rain Moon already. It still felt like the school had just reopened.

Yuri gave up after half an hour and took a seat on the grass beside a rose bush. He couldn’t been too cross with his boyfriend, really. Being the Archbishop of a post-war world wasn’t easy. Yuri would know-- he spent a good part of every night as an ear for Byleth to unload all his frustrations to.

From Empire nobles still inciting skirmishes to whatever lecture Seteth had seen fit to unleash-- Byleth would tell Yuri everything. Then he would sigh and sink onto their bed, murmuring Yuri’s true name in a defeated tone to signal he was ready to be cuddled. And cuddle him Yuri would. Happily.

Yet right now, as much as Yuri tried to be otherwise, he was growing annoyed at Byleth. Yuri had his own work to tend to in Abyss. What could possibly be the hold up?

The tap of boots on stone made Yuri stand up. Byleth appeared around the grassy hedge, lighting up when he saw Yuri. “You’re late,” Yuri stated.

“I am,” Byleth said, stepping close. “For good reason.”

Yuri placed a hand between them when Byleth leaned in for a kiss. “I’ll have that reason first, then. I skipped lunch with Flayn to come here.”

“Actually, you never had lunch with Flayn. She was a placeholder so I could keep your afternoon free.”

With a mock gasp, Yuri took on a disappointed tone. “You used poor Flayn? The kindest woman we’ve ever met? Suppose I had been really looking forward to sharing a meal with her?”

Byleth chuckled. “This will be worth it, trust me.”

Yuri dropped the act. Curiosity overtook his irritation at Byleth’s tardiness. “Alright then, what is it? You were so cagey the morning when you asked to meet.” 

A smile lit Byleth’s face as he took Yuri’s hand. Byleth had been smiling more and more since the war’s conclusion, but the sight still took Yuri’s breath away at times. The excitement radiating from Byleth didn’t help. “Happy birthday, Yuri,” Byleth said reverently.

Yuri blinked. “My birthday’s tomorrow.”

“I’m aware.”

“Then why--”

“I want you to spend your birthday with those most precious to you,” Byleth interrupted. “So I prepared something in advance. This way you can enjoy tomorrow to the fullest.”

Frowning, Yuri opened his mouth to demand Byleth be straightforward with him. But someone else stepped around the hedges-- and Yuri’s voice vanished.

A woman with Yuri’s hair stared as she locked eyes with him. Yuri barely noticed Byleth move off to the side. He felt as if the world had stopped, that the air had ceased to blow, that the clouds had frozen in place. Nothing in Yuri’s world moved until tears began to slip down the woman’s face.

“Oh... oh my...”

“M-Mother?”

With a watery smile, Yuri’s mother threw her arms around him. Had she always been so short? So thin? Yuri held her so tight he thought she might snap. 

A gentle hand gripped the back of his head and his mother whispered his true name and Yuri let out a sob.

He ducked his head into her neck. Yuri’s mother shushed him softly, sniffling between chuckles. She began to sway side to side, rocking him like a child, and Yuri let her. Just hearing her voice in his ear made fresh tears pour down his cheeks. 

Even when he felt ready to speak, Yuri didn’t lift his head. “Y-You shouldn’t be here.” He squeezed her tighter. “It’s n-not safe. You’re supposed to s-stay in the village.” Damn his voice. Damn his shaking.  

“If I’m not safe under the eyes of the Archbishop and my own son, where could I possibly be safe?” She pet his hair. “Happy birthday, my dear boy. It’s so good to see you.”

A hiccup bubbled from his throat but Yuri sucked in a breath to control himself. He turned his head to look at Byleth. “How?” How had Byleth gotten his mother all the way here without Yuri hearing a single thing? How had he managed to keep every mouth in Abyss shut-- not to mention Flayn’s mouth. Clearly he had underestimated his lover.

Grinning, Byleth shook his head as if to say “later” and stepped forward to lay a comforting hand on Yuri’s back. Every instinct was screaming at Yuri to grab the two of them to him and take refuge in Abyss. The middle of Garreg Mach wasn’t the best place for a reunion like this.

But it was hard to care with his mother’s arms holding him secure and his boyfriend keeping a watchful eye out. So Yuri let himself be held. Let himself relax. 

Let himself grow excited for a birthday spent with those more precious to him.  

[ghostfoo-draws]

I didn't get a chance to draw anything for Bernadetta's birthday, but here's some reposts of my favorite drawings I have made with her in them! Most is Yuridetta, but I'm sure Yuri would want to celebrate her birthday too.

[bylaudelekha]

happy birthday @sevarix-writes!!! thank you for being one of my Very First Internet Friends and for being a wonderful internet friend too!

i have. written yurileth fluff. hehe i hope you enjoy it :) 💜💚

[firemblem-fics]

so let’s say i can also draw sometimes

and let’s say i drew a certain birthday boy with his hair up

and what if i started also posting some drawings here 🥺👉👈

[strink-family]

Happy birthday to best boy 🎉😭🎉

[solitaire-dreams]

I do what I have to, whether people view it as fair or foul. The way I see things, the goddess gave me two gifts: my life and my charm. That's been gift enough to get in with slimy nobles so I can pull their strings as I see fit.

Yuri Leclerc

[gyldowens-blog]

A stolen moment after the war (click for better quality)