#heathgault

[kammyjams]

My favorite Fe7 S Supports… IF IT HAD ANY ;_;

[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).

[cryocannon]

aggie sketchy

[drowzydruzy-art]

🎶you and me we're not the same / i am a sinner, you are a saint

when we get to the pearly gates / you'll get the green light, i'll get the old door in the face 🎶

[themoneymaiden]

they had me at "must be this thing called 'love'"

[tinsil]

recollection of a scene in a heath/legault fic i read a year or two ago

edit: stuff’s off bc i was drawing this from from memory like i said, but i found the fic again if anyone wants to read it! it’s [flowers] by @jaybug-jimmies

[shadowmercury]

Commemorating a very, very gay FE7 run

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[liquidlikecats]

I breathe Heathgault

[luckybrago]

Gift I made for my lovely @abbyorkie, thank you for these wonderful years love <3

[themoneymaiden]

wow, can’t believe feh confirmed that heathgault are galle’s parents!

ok but seriously galle looks like their unfortunately hetero lovechild

[kammyjams]

He calls this move “The Hurricane Draw”

[saijspellhart]

how about heath/legault for 37

37. Kisses that shut them the hell up (Heath x Legault)

“I heard you were looking for me.”

That voice washed over Heath like the first drops of a summer rain. Chills chased relief down his spine, and made his skin tingle with anticipation. It was annoying as it was exhilarating that this man had this affect on him. He whirled around a little too earnestly to see the lavender-haired assassin slumped in the doorway he’d just stalked through.

Legault was a mess, stained bandages replaced the bandana he normally wore to hold his excessively long hair back. There were tears in his clothes, that revealed even more bandages and patches, equally soaked in blood. It was clearly a chore for the man to remain standing even with the assistance of the doorframe.

“I saw you on a stretcher… the Caelin knights carried you.”

“The stretcher came after the Caelin knights,” Legault corrected, his mouth quirked up and those tired eyes brightened, just the littlest bit. “I took a few arrows,” he admitted and attempted to straighten up against the door. He winced.

Heath caught himself moving towards the assassin on reflex. “You barreled right into a mess of snipers. Tell me you were possessed by a bout of madness, because no other explanation makes sense to me.”

Legault sucked in a breath through his teeth, and resigned himself to embracing the frame. His knees wobbled as he chuckled tiredly, “I needed to cover for my partner. Draw their fire. Besides… I dodged most of them.”

Most!? Most of them!? When two dozen arrows were being fired at you, dodging most of them meant that four or five still hit you. Heath hadn’t even seen the battalion of archers, they were so obscured in a thicket of trees. Perched in the bushy tree tops. Legault had foolishly broken cover, screaming like a banshee across a clearing, loud enough to alert Heath in the sky atop his wyvern, Hyperion. It was fortunate the Caelin knights had rushed in when they had, their armor deflecting shots.

Heath grimaced against the memory and approached the drooping rogue. “You seen a healer yet?”

“Just escaped Serra’s delicate tending,” Legault breathed out, his head pressing into the wood as he struggled to look up at the Wyvern Lord. “Heath… don’t tell me you’re worried about me.”

Heath took hold of Legault’s arm, it looked to be a place not full of holes. “Stop talking.”

“Make my heart skip a beat…if your were.” Legault completely ignored his command.

Heath hauled the quickly crumpling assassin off the door and into his side.

“You’re so fucking tall,” Legault blathered on, “trying to sweep a guy off his feet.”

“Legault, I swear to god,” Heath threatened, planting his feet so he wouldn’t throw himself off balance when he maneuvered his arms beneath Legault’s shoulders. The lithe rogue might have been smaller and willowy, but that cloak of his hid the toned, coiled muscle that Legault needed to move so silent and gracefully, performing the impossible feats of acrobatics his line of work demanded. “You shouldn’t have followed me out here. Let me help you to a bed.”

Legault slid his arms over the tops of Heath’s, his hands coming to rest on the Wyvern Lord’s shoulders. A lazy drunken smile pulled the corners of his mouth enough to show a hint of teeth. It pulled at his facial scars, bunching the skin on his cheek. “Should have taken an arrow for you sooner,” he drawled. “Had I known that’s all it would take…for you to bed me.”

“Asinine of me to think flirting with death would make you any less of a knave.”

“At least…I’m consistent,” Legault’s legs finally gave out from the blood-loss, but Heath held his weight, “your signals are as mixed as a church in a red-light district.”

Heath adjusted his hold to lift the smaller man off the ground, and began drag-carrying Legault down the hall toward the nearest room with a bed. Through gritted teeth he said, “consistency isn’t a substitute for sincerity.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have walked back my love confession.”

Heath made a choking noise and blinked golden eyes down at the man in his arms. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m being sincere,” Legault smiled up at him. “No jokes.”

A few more steps and Heath’s back hit a door. He shifted Legault’s weight to his left arm, his knee between Legault’s legs for support, while his right hand reached down and fumbled for the door knob. “Did Serra drug you? Are you drunk off your ass?”

“Just a little bloodless. A pity, because the way ‘m straddling your thigh…it might have all gone south otherwise.”

Heath finally got the door open and hauled Legault through the threshold. “What is it going to take to shut you the hell up?”

“You’re a shrewd man, Heath,” Legault drawled, “you know how-“

“Out!” the Wyvern Lord barked.

Erk, a small mage with indigo colored hair, dropped the book he’d been reading onto the bed. His bewildered expression shot between the two men who barged into his room.

Heath fixed the man with a piercing stare and repeated the command, “Get out, I’m claiming this room for triage.”

“I’m telling, Serra,” Erk said before grabbing his cloak and travel bag, then he rushed out of the room.

“Good! She shouldn’t have let this fucking man out of the infirmary to begin with!” he yelled after the fleeing mage.

“I like it when you lose your composure,” Legault purred, his head falling to the side. “Language so unbecoming a knight.”

“I’m not a knight anymore.” Heath toed the door closed.

“Maybe not in title. But it’s still there.”

Heath moved them both to the edge of the bed. He shifted Legault’s weight again to sweep a hand across the covers, knocking all Erk’s tomes and books onto the floor.

Legault, mercifully didn’t comment about it.

“Let go of my mantle so I can get you in bed.”

“Yes sir~”

“Don’t.”

“You make it too easy for me.”

Heath made an about face, “I have but to exist and you come on to me.” He couldn’t help but notice, that rather than releasing his mantle, the assassin had melted against him even more, pillowing his head against Heath’s shoulder. The long lavender hair that cascaded down his back, was tangled with Heath’s arms.

Legault sighed longingly, “I’d take a thousand more arrows if it assured your existence a little longer.”

Heath’s traitorous heart danced in his chest. “Legault-“

The rogue scoffed and shook his head, cutting him off with, “that wasn’t even an innuendo. Listen to me spout such poetic trash. You’re not even into me, and yet I can’t help but try. I’m clearly-“

Heath dipped his head and covered Legault’s mouth with his. The whole man went tense in his arms, stunned silent. For…about two heartbeats, then Legault made a most obscene hum and kissed Heath back.

The assassin exerted himself to bury a shaky hand in Heath’s hair, fingers curling to grip the messy verdant locks. It sent shocks of pleasure from the base of Heath’s skull down his body. He hauled Legault up, tilting his head for a better angle, lips moving against his. Legault’s lips felt so cold against Heath’s, and he thought if he just pressed close enough he could impart warmth back into him.

As quickly as the kiss happened it ended. Legault suddenly felt heavier than before, a dead weight in his hold, their kiss breaking as his face lolled to the side.

“Legault,” Heath called, voice filled with concern. “Legault!”

There was no response, the man in his arms had passed out. The blood loss finally caught up with him.

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I hope I did these two justice. Thanks for the prompt and allowing me to practice writing their characters.

[drowzydruzy-art]

hello heathgault nation btw im still here

[themoneymaiden]

This Thing Called Love Must Prevail

[tinsil]

bonus: can’t Not spend the rest of my life helping victims of my former associates

[liquidlikecats]

I was found by a blog that's gonna feed me heathgault content... What a blessed day