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evanox · 9 months

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On a scale from king/queen of the party to shy awkward wallflower, where would you personally place a good match for each of the M4 of Last Legacy when it comes to a partner? Or what kind of traits do you think, a suitable partner might need?

{HELLO sorry I never responded to your requests I kinda completely gave up on LL BUT I was trying to find something and saw this was already fully written and it was a shame to leave it rotting here}

ooo that's a fun q thank you!! I hope I understood it right!!

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Felix

Felix himself has always been a wallflower at parties. Sure, as a toddler, he'd eat up the praises of nobles as his fathers showed off the gifted kid they were so proud of, but he tired out quickly so Florian would rush him to bed before little Fe got too cranky and his magic started going haywire.

He still doesn't enjoy the balls—the nobility's massive egos far too stifling, only rivaled by the clothes his father made him wear.

Even in a modern setting, he wouldn't enjoy parties that are too loud and crowded. Felix might just hide in the kitchen to read a book or find the host's cat, only emerging from the shadows when it's time for truth or dare (he always picks dare, and it's beginning to get scary for others because there's almost nothing he'd say no to).

Felix finds himself more drawn to other wallflowers; even if you don't talk, you can at least look at each other with understanding before moving on.

It's great to have a partner who understands when Felix needs out. Hell, he might actually enjoy the party better with an introverted/awkward partner—it's the perfect excuse to grill any stuck-up nobles if they so much as dare to tease you if you stumble over your words or forget the nobility's strict codes of etiquette; only Felix gets to tease you (as long as you can take it), and only because he finds you cute.

Then you can both grab a snack or a drink and quietly slip out of the crowded ballroom to tour the gardens together. If the music is loud enough that you can still hear it faintly outside, he might just ask you for a dance amongst the roses with the moon as your lone witness.

"How un-noble of you, Felix!" you would tease when Felix leads you off the paved path and towards the arching willow where you'll be perfectly hidden from any other stragglers, then Felix would laugh softly before he presses you against the tree and kisses you until you're ready to be portalled into bed (for sleep or for other purposes, none of my business).

However, I wouldn't say Felix can't appreciate a life-of-the-party partner! After all, it is only a matter of time before an extrovert comes to claim their introvert, thus maintaining balance in this world.

Your joy might even become so contagious that Felix can't help but join, especially if it's too unorthodox for the nobility, leaving a string of offended gasps and/or disapproving scowls behind you—it's all the more reason to love you. You can swing and sway all over the ballroom and cause all sorts of mischief and pranks together, as long as you can respect when he needs to just go home.

Anisa

Attending balls is a minor part of her job, whether she's escorting a VIP or standing guard. From a work perspective, a more extroverted partner might be more convenient for making connections and entertaining guests. Anisa, however, doesn't really have a preference.

An extroverted partner is fun in the way that, when Anisa is standing stiffly in the ballroom by the buffet or the grand staircase, trying to keep up appearances (or even in a modern setting, fussing after everyone in the party), you can help her slowly but surely relax and break out of her shell.

Once Anisa picks up the vibe, she does a 180 and lets out the party animal (though this one's nowhere near as wild as Sage); you can see it in the way her movements are much more relaxed, how she throws her head back and laughs so loudly at the dumbest of jokes, and how she spares a dance for whoever asks—that is until she finds you amongst the crowds and pulls you in to dance the rest of the night away.

Just promise you won't let her overindulge in the wine or the punch (that Sage might've dabbled in) lest she starts acting too inappropriately on the job. You know she can't part too long from the buffet.

An introverted partner is great, too! Anisa won't force you into attending parties with her because it's work after all, but if you still want to come along, she'll take care of you throughout the event, continuously checking over you.

Oh, to have Anisa hold your hand and press a tender kiss to your knuckles as she softly asks, "Are you okay, love?"

I guess you would activate that loophole where it's like, she might not usually go out of her way to have fun at events, but seeing you wilting by the corner will push Anisa to encourage you to have some fun with her, as long as you're up for it; she'd love to pull you in for a dance, your hand held high in hers, and proudly show you off as her lover to everyone.

And if you don't want to dance, well, there's always the buffet! There are so many foods you can try, and Anisa can't wait to hand/spoonfeed them to you.

Sage

He's drawn to the life of the party like a moth to a flame. Sage might be quite the tease, but he still loves being kept on his toes; having someone who can match his pace might even help him burn out all that extra energy.

The loud, crammed taverns are where he thrives, and a partner who enjoys them too adds to the fun. He'll pull you for a dance once the bard picks up a jolly tune, sweeping you off your feet and hopping from table to table as people watch in awe how he swings you with such ease.

Hell, you could sweep him off his feet; he definitely won't complain.

That is not to say Sage would push away the wallflower! He'd try to pull you from where you cling to the wall—wouldn't you rather have fun than look so awfully glum?

Once you explain that you're not necessarily miserable, but the chaos of the dance floor just isn't your scene, he nods in understanding. With a wink and a swish of his tail, he asks you to keep your eyes on him as he blends in with the dancing crowds. You can join in whenever you wish, but until then, you're more than welcome to enjoy the view.

Your discomfort immediately triggers his protective streak, and he'll keep an arm up so people won't keep bumping into you as he escorts you out of the crowded tavern once you call it a night.

If you're attending a party at Fathom or whatever fancy palace for whatever fancy reason, Sage would gladly pull you away from the crowds and the noise to explore all the secret passages and chambers. Hey, you could even find an empty room or a closet for seven minutes of heaven ;)

Rime

Like Anisa, I don't think Rime has a preference. I'd say he might have been partial to a life-of-the-party sort of character—repressed choir boy craving an outlet that he is—but Rime did date Felix, who isn't particularly social. That is not to say that Felix and Rime didn't know how to have fun! I just think Felix's way of 'letting go' is more so through mischief and less through partying or socializing.

So in conclusion, Rime doesn't care how extroverted or introverted you are as long as you know how to have a good time.

If you'd known Rime before as the Starsworn Captain, you might've taken him for a reserved prude, but unlike Anisa, he doesn't really need you coaxing him into being more 'out-there'; he'll compete with you over it. Want to ask him for a dance? He's already eyeing you up and down, looking like he could almost eat you up.

Even on the dancefloor, he'd be looking for ways to fluster you.

Recall how if you choose to remain silent during the first confrontation in the Felix route, Rime would wonder why Felix would choose someone so boring over him? I think, if you're more of a wallflower, Rime might tease you a bit especially if he's interested in you but doesn't know you all that well—not to tear you down but it's his... unconventional way of trying to coax you into coming out of your shell.

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teppei-kaneko-deserved-better · 1 year

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Not me only recently downloading fictif and falling in love with almost all the characters of Last Legacy only to discover that the story might never continue..........

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pandemoniclucio · 2 years

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Request!

I recently watched hamilton and got pretty obsessed with maria reynolds so i want to make a request, about some last legacy main 4 headcanon with an mc who ran away from her abusive husband, i hope it's not too dark for your liking and you can't do it if you don't want

Hi, thank you for the request.

Sorry if this is late my I had a ton of school projects to do. I'm not very good at angst and I tried my best. If I did misrepresented abuse victims in any way please comment your critiques.

Warning: I won't go into any explicit details but if you aren't comfortable with any reference to any form of abuse, I have other works that are less dark, feel free to read those instead,

Felix

When you first met he noticed a ring mark on your hand & knew that you were married, but probably lost the ring in the portal.

When he asked about your life on Earth & you became nervous and shaky, he knew that something horrible happened.

He didn't know how to ask you about it, but fortunately for him, the night he asked you about your life, you came to his room.

He was in tears when you revealed the cruel way you were treated by the man who was supposed to love you.

When you were done revealing all you could he hugged you tightly, crying with you and vowing to never let him hurt you again.

He decided to put every protection spell & charm so that you could be protected if he wasn't around or if you felt scared.

Anisa

When you first met she noticed some scars & bruises on your body and asked about it, to which you replied, "I'm just a bit clumsy."

She knew your clumsiness was a lie from previous encounters with you being as jumpy as you are, so she decided to analyze you.

She noticed many things about you, such as the fact that you only wore long sleeved clothes and the fading ring mark on your hand.

When she noticed a nasty scar on your arm she knew she had to ask about your marital status but she tried to be very sensitive about it.

She immediately came to your side, holding you close and reassuring you as you recount the some of the events your ex did to you.

She was horrified, shocked and enraged that you had to go through that type of abuse from someone you thought you loved.

She vowed to protect you and make your ex pay for all the abuse he put you through.

From than on then she grew more protective of you and made sure that she didn't do anything that would make you feel frightened.

Sage

Ever since the day you both met he though you were extremely jumpy and, at first, though it was a logical response being in a new realm & all.

He eventually grew concerned when he noticed some fading bruises and cuts all over your body.

He didn't believe a word when you said that you're just clumsy, so he decided to coax you into telling him by telling you a story about something horrible happening in his life before he reconnected with the others.

When you found the confidence to talk about what happened, he was absolutely enraged that someone, especially someone who vowed to protect you, did something like that.

When you were finished recounting most of what you could he embraced you in a bear hug and placed kisses on your head to comfort you.

He vowed that not only will he keep you safe from your ex but he would kill him if he ever got near you again.

After you told him everything, he decided to keep you and himself from his usual haunts and become more protective of you.

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sixthplan · 2 years

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Anisa: So... I have bad and good news.

MC: Bad news first.

Anisa: The fire I started in the kitchen is out of control.

MC: the WHAT–

Anisa, holding up a perfectly cooked milk bread: Wow, you don't even want to hear the good news.

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pelibirdie · 2 years

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I'm a firm believer in the fact that the lack of Anisa content is a crime.

So here is my little fic about spending a spring day with Anisa.

You and Anisa had decided to take a nice stroll around Porrima to relieve stress. Away from the chaos of knights, The Lord of Shadows… It was as if the weather tried to calm you down as well, light breeze flowed through the apartments and the bustling stalls. Cooling after the sun stood out for too long. Anisa seemed to be in a good mood too. Hand to hand, Anisa took a deep breath in. “Have we ever been there?” Anisa’s attention snapped to you, following your curious eyes to a street with warm-colored homes, clothes of all colors hung up like flags. A sweet fragrance emitted from the stone road. “No, I don't think a lot of knights go through there as well.” Anisa smiled at you. “Do you want to walk there?” You nodded leading both of you through the path. The street itself was even more mesmerizing on the inside. The houses were old, viny flowered plants decorated the walls.

“Wow…” Anisa seemed at loss for words. The fresh washed clothes that were hung above gave the street the cool the two of you needed. Tiny white and magenta flowers decorated the warm stone walls of the buildings. Specks of sunlight ,which succeeded to sneak into the street that was kept like a secret, added a bright glow. The light reflection of sunlight made the whole street look welcoming. The futher you walked down the street, the more dazed Anisa got. You looked at the beautiful woman beside you, pink petals of the plum trees in the street had fallen on her hair. Matching her own pink strands. You picked the petal from her hair. Anisa’s face got as pink as the flower. “May I keep it?” She asked out of the blue. “It’ll remind me of today. I don’t think I want to forget this moment.” Anisa smiled at you as you handed the petal over. “Spring is your season it seems” You said to her. Anisa’s smile reached her ears as she took you by the hand. “So is yours, MC.”

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fox-daddy · 6 months

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I was watching a meme and all I could think about this idk why;

Felix: I'm going to leave Mc a note asking them to get dinner. I just need to figure out how I should phrase it? 'let's get dinner?' Or 'Do you want to get dinner?'

Sage who 'snuck' in:go with 'let's get dinner?' So you're like assertive and confident!

Felix: thinks about it*

Rime who also 'snuck' in: actually no, now you sound a little aggressive. Because you don't want to be the person that's like 'let's get dinner' like you're some kind of cave creature

Anisa the only invited person: I think the point is to ask them to dinner not tell them. Just say 'Do you want to get dinner?'

Felix: scribbling stuff out growing annoyed and regretting saying anything about it*

Sage: actually now you sound kind of like a whimp

Anisa: well the last thing you want is to be the overly masculine guy like 'Let's get dinner I'm the bread winner'

Rime trying to cause chaos: but people also love assertiveness.

Sage trying to think and cringing harder the more he speaks: how about 'dinner would be something that I would enjoy taking you on. If you were also interested in that?'

Rime watching Felix switching between what hes writing; the more words the better

Anisa cringing even harder; how about 'I would like nothing more than to take you to the finest tavern in Porrima for a lovely evening meal?'

Felix: looking at the scroll about to tell them to just leave him alone and this was a stupid idea*

Scylla who had been watching the whole event from the doorway; fuck that, just say 'dinner, tonight, seven pm, take it or leave it'

Rime nodding at Scylla: sign it, seal it, deliver it

Sage muttering: I don't get why romance is so difficult all the time

Felix @ Scylla: I'm not going to say that

Mc: who's been eavesdropping since a few seconds after Scylla* definitely don't say that

Felix: now completely dead on the inside while the others are a mix between grinning and looking natural or trying to in some cases*

#last legacy meme #last legacy rime #last legacy #last legacy mc #last legacy anisa #last legacy sage #last legacy scylla #mild felix x mc #diet felix x mc

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zoethespiritwolf · 2 years

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Request page

Hi everyone! Welcome to the new Request page.

Here are some of the rules about requesting:

I will write:

LGBTQ+ relationships

NSFW (depending on the idea; warning: haven't written it before but I'm ready to try out new things)

Angst

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Romantic and platonic relationships

I will NOT write:

Anything regarding pedophilia - no teacher/student, step-parent/step-child, etc

No incest

Cheating partners (can be negotiated but I would rather not)

Certain NSFW kinks (for example piss kink)

If you abide by these rules then you can request as much as you want.

Here are some of the fandoms I write for:

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Last Legacy

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anonymousbeefriendfanfics · 12 days

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Felix x Rime x MC Polycule Domestic Headcannons

Fandom: Last Legacy (Fictif/Nix Hydra/Dorian) Characters: Felix, Rime, Gender neutral MC Prompt: hcs ab how would domestic life be for Felix and Rime and MC polycule Requested by: @mossmosis Warnings: Brief stabbing mention (Rime is in this, so-)

Last Legacy content, in this day and age?! It's more likely than you think! I've gotten a bit distracted with other fandoms, but I've been meaning to return to my beloved Fictif fandoms. I suppose now's the time!

Also, thank the dice gods for bringing you this particular treat! I had motivation to write, but no idea what to do, so I rolled some dice and this was the result!

Requests are open, as always, so if you'd like to see more, send me an ask!

For starters, there is no shortage of sarcasm and snarky commentary in this relationship. It's practically one of your love languages at this point! Rime and Felix are both prone to making smart remarks, and when they're both in the mood for banter, things can get mildly out of hand... you've had to calm Anisa down after she witnessed one such moment, assuring her that the two of them were not, in fact, in a terrible mood and taking it out on each other. You've come to enjoy their banter, regardless whether you join in or simply sit back and watch the show.

Both of them enjoy teasing you and each other, though there are some stylistic differences. Felix tends to be a little softer and kinder with his teasing - don't get me wrong, there's often a little bite behind his words, that cute little smirk and playful sparkle in his eyes that makes your heart flutter. He teases you about lighter subjects, and though he often speaks without thinking, he never means any harm by it.

Rime, on the other hand, doesn't hold back in the slightest. It's not that he means to hurt your feelings, he isn't doing it out of malice - he simply doesn't know when to back off sometimes. If you call him on it, he'll scoff and roll his eyes, likely making some little comment about you not being able to take a joke - but he won't tease you about that again, and he'll do something nice for you in the near future as an unspoken apology.

Speaking of gifts, both of them will absolutely shower you and each other with small gifts for absolutely no reason. Felix is prone to bringing something home for you both anytime he visits the market - it's very rare that he forgets, though sometimes he'll return empty-handed and visibly frustrated that he couldn't find anything suitable. He sometimes gifts you and Rime jewelry, and has surprisingly impeccable taste, always giving you something you'll love. Books are another of his frequent gifts, of course - you can expect any new books to go missing shortly afterwards as he borrows them to read them himself before quietly returning them a few days later. You've also received a few trinkets that match his gothic mage aesthetic, too, because it wouldn't be Felix if he didn't share his love of vaguely creepy things with you!

Rime tends to focus less on physical gifts and more on actions. He spends time with you both, learns about your interests, stabs your enemies, and does small things to help you out. He prefers to be a little more subtle with his affections, almost pretending like he doesn't care, when in reality he cares very much. It's not that he's hiding it, he just... isn't very open with his emotions yet. When he does bring you gifts, though, it's usually something pretty simple, like some random trinket he saw and thought of one or both of you. I could also see him taking up woodcarving as a hobby to help him relax and unwind, so you'll occasionally find a new gift from him sitting on your desk, carved from wood or, sometimes, from his shed antlers. He likes bringing you food, too, and memorizes both of your tastes and favorite treats so he can choose the best treats.

Getting all three of you in bed at the same time can be difficult, but when it is achieved, you have a delightful time cuddling with each other. On the somewhat rare occasion that you all turn in together, you take turns being the one in the middle unless one of you has had a particularly bad day and needs double the snuggles. Most of the time, though, whoever goes to bed first ends up in the middle, with the other two crawling in wherever there's space when they're finally tired enough to get some sleep.

Mornings are always interesting, too. You or Rime are always up first - it's almost never Felix. Whoever is up first starts making the coffee and/or tea, and you try to take turns making breakfast. Rime might complain if you miss your turn, but you know he doesn't really mean it. He won't admit it easily, but he actually enjoys cooking, especially for his partners. Once breakfast is ready and one of you drags Felix out of bed, you all sit down for a nice meal together. Depending on how busy you three are, sometimes breakfast is the only meal you can all have together, so you make the most of it!

When you do have time off from your busy schedules, you almost always spend it together. Most of the time you're in the study/library at Fathom, doing more casual research projects together or reading books in a comfortable silence. Sometimes, though, you go out to get some fresh air and a change of scenery! Wandering around Porriman markets is often a good way to spend an afternoon, sampling various treats and buying interesting things for one another.

Something else you three often do together is stargazing. Felix obviously loves it, especially when he gets to share it with his loves, and though Rime might comment that it's boring just to be a bit of a brat, once he gets comfortable he'll become far more relaxed. Often times these nights consist of you and Rime gazing quietly at the stars, listening contentedly to Felix's soft voice as he rambles on and on about them. He'll inevitably get a bit flustered when he realizes just how long he's been talking, but it's nothing a few kisses can't fix~

Honestly this entire relationship would just be so soft and so chaotic at the same time. You all love each other so much and care deeply for one another, but there's rarely a dull moment!

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uchiha-7thsingularity · 6 months

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Hope (Part 1)

Anger can be overwhelming and easy to hold on to. Although repairing a broken heart can be difficult unless you willing to find all the pieces. The aftermath of Felix x MC argument and make up.

Felix Iskander Escellun

Felix feels defeated for a whole month. That's right. They two took a break for a whole month without sharing a word or syllable to each other.

They'd pass him by without a glance. Not a sneer or rolling their eyes at his voice. Just plain silence.

What a hellish punishment.

MC on the other hand was miserable. Yes, they are to take fault for walking away without saying what they wanted to say but at this point what else could they say.

Their mind was ablaze with guilt, sorrow, and shame.

This was torture. An infinite purgatory of constant denial.

(Poor Anisa, Sage, Florian, Scylla, Saaros, and Tulsi. Not a clue on how to help their friends. Afraid to be caught in the middle. Silent in the bar or in the office. Can't even get a freakin cup since Felix and MC are in the kitchen while awkwardly trying not to bump shoulders or make eye contact. But they do end up holding eye contact and tensions are high that it leaves them both to walk away with no snack and just tears.)

At the end of the day Scylla gets sick of it that she drags Felix out into the garden lecturing his buffoonery.

'What's the matter?!' "Nothing." She crosses her tattooed arms. 'Could've fooled florian or anisa...not me.' "Please, like you care about my relationship. Every chance you get you flirt with them in front of me. Don't tell me you care. Now! Of all times!"

She hums.

'You.' "What?" She sighs. 'You, ya' dimwit. All they see is you. Not me. No other person like you. Because Mc is infatuated by you.'

He can't help but blush at that declaration. "It's not your business in the first place. You have no right...." At laugh escapes her, 'And you do...I mean what are you two doing fe. Cause I spent the last months trying to see if they where good enough for you...even with as much chaos and bullshit they went through to save you and stay by your side. It's understandable that they went into a spiral.'

He fixes his gaze past her with a pout. She hugs him without a second thought as well as his small grunt he lets out by surprise. He still doesn't push her away. "What am I suppose to do?" 'I do not know. But so help me Fe, if you let them go without a word or fight then you did it to yourself."

Late at night felix tosses in his covers with a huff and little to no plan in how to walk up to mc. Until the sunrise in which he makes haste to MC's bedroom with no regard for his sleep wear or the servants scurrying to aid him in his sudden morning walk. He arrives and knocks biting his lip.

His nerves are fully awake now. At the point when mc opens the door.

Their shocked to see their surprise guest or boyfriend in his night wear. Till he asks to come in with a nervous gaze. They nod and make room for him. 'Did you need something.' He pinches his nose. "Don't....do it do that MC." They cross their arms. " Do what? 'You know...No I-I absolutely did not want to come here to fight with you again. I came here to see if you wanted to discuss what we left unsaid."

Mc sits on the bed to rub their eyes. They heave a heavy sigh. 'Fine.'

"You walked away." 'I walked away.' "I can't speak for the both of us." 'I never once asked you too.'

He perks up, "I wanted to talk and you pushed me away. You are messy, delightful, charming, and marvelous in your own way. Yet, this...is not healthy. So, please tell me what's wrong.I don't want you to worry yourself to death."

'I worry! No matter the situation I can't help but worry!'

'You dead in my arms. Rime yelling at escell. You giving up and telling me to walk away.'

Tears start to spill with mc hugging their knees. Felix starts to rub their shoulders. "You've done enough. You are enough."

'I'm sorry I put you through hell.' "If you can fight a god off, simply a meltdown I can handle, my love."

Felix and MC snort and start to rant about their past few days. No one can say what else was said but nothings changed. Felix and MC are messy and imperfect in their own way.

Except, theirs always room for improvement.

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lastleggysee · 2 years

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Corruption - Sage Lesath

The Last Legacy x reader brain rot continues!

Here's a blip about Sage and MC dealing with how he deals with the bloodlust or whatever.

TW: Mentions of blood, cursing/arguments - nothing graphic imo but minors DNI.

Word count: 2,770

Since dropping into Astrea, you’ve had your pick of people, places, and things to be afraid of. This world was just-similar enough to your own for you to unthinkingly sink into old habits to create a sense of normality - only for it to become shattered again at the mention of spirits, magic, and whatever mysteries of the week made themselves known.

It’s also easy to forget that your companions, the first people you have come to know in this new world, are veterans of a terrible, bloody war. Visions of the warm smiles you’ve grown used to can barely exist in the same space in your mind as tales of the tragedies they all lived through. Even in a world without the existence of psychology and mental health awareness, the impacts of such traumas are notable. It didn’t take an expert to notice the ways Anisa’s hand flexes over her sword at shadows in the room, Felix’s constant vigilance, and Sage’s…outbursts.

You call it a trauma response. Felix calls it corruption. Sage calls him a “know-it-all prick”, but the facts of the situation remain. Whatever magic Sage tapped into at one point has exacted a costly toll on him - body and mind.

Sage does his best to conceal the corruption from you. To his credit, for a long while you just assumed he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed (or the gutter, or wherever it was he spent the night); that he’d allowed himself to get too hungry, or some other unspoken ailment that caused anger to flow from him so freely.

At first, you thought maybe his eyes were just particularly bloodshot, or that there was a trick of the light in the room that made his eyes glow crimson like that. This did not explain the way the energy, the very air, around him changed so suddenly when the corruption hit.

In the aftermath of a harrowing fight - you remember less who it was with than the concern you felt for Sage as a sword pierced him through from stomach to back - your curiosity got the best of you.

He denied your observations, of course. He suggested it was the stress, lingering shock and adrenaline from the fight that clouded your memory. He’s fine, he’s always fine. And if you’re really that worried about him, he’d welcome a more thorough examination from you anytime.

The first time is always happenstance.

Felix and Anisa cautioned you to keep an eye on Sage, though both seemed hesitant to name just what you were keeping an eye on him for. You notice they have the appearance of walking and talking on unseen eggshells around him, but the group seems to get along together well enough. And besides, there are bigger fish to fry between Elowen, Rime, and whatever else (whoever else) is out there. It’s none of your business anyways.

As fights with enemies become more frequent, so do fights amongst your friends. He “deserted” them all those years ago, you remind yourself. Seeds of distrust, once sprouted, are not so easily weeded. Never mind how accusatory Felix’s statements about loss of control, bloodlust, corruption.

There’s only so much that can be brushed under the rug of the “heat of the moment”. Sage’s threats, despite being directed towards enemies, buzz in your ears. His voice is cold and sharp as any metal in his sword. When his eyes flash that shade of red, how much of the man you’ve come to know is still behind them?

Is he still the man you’ve come to know, now that these moments of corruption are becoming more frequent?

* * *

The second time is a coincidence.

“It’s not like you’d get it if I told you.” Sage grumbles, doing his best to brush you off.

“So it is something, then,” you reply, past the point of pretense and politeness. “Like a tapeworm sort of something, or something different?”

Sage downs the pitcher the two of you are - were - sharing, before returning your steady gaze. His eyes are glassy, dark circles forming underneath them like an oil spill. He chews on nothing in particular, before responding to you in a tone so hushed you have to strain to make sure you weren’t just imagining things.

“This thing in me,” his lip trembles ever so slightly. “…when it takes over, it lights me up.”

“It lights you up.”

“That’s why I don’t say anything,” Whatever moment of vulnerability he’d opened the door to is slammed shut with the scoff of his laugh. “Forget it.”

“Don’t be like that. I’m just trying to understand.” you struggle to maintain composure.

“Oh, believe me, if I had a choice I wouldn’t be anything like this.”

He abruptly stands, ordering another pitcher of ale (gods only know how he managed to pay for it) and putting fish everywhere to shame with how fast he drinks it. You’ve almost decided to drop the topic entirely when the tremble in his voice continues.

“Once it starts, that feeling is all that’s there,” he begins. “Whatever it is, it lights me up. I feel it everywhere.”

“Sage, that’s adrenaline. It’s a normal response.” Something inside you, small and frantic, but something nevertheless, cries out for you to comfort him. You search his face, half-shadowed from behind the veil of his hair.

“You don’t get it. I can barely do anything to work against it,” his golden eyes meet yours, gaze so intense you almost wish he hadn’t. “It’s a bush fire. The second I slip up it’s waiting to burn me from the inside out.”

For the rest of the night, he only answers to the bartender.

* * *

The third time is a pattern.

“Could you at least pretend to give half a shit about yourself?”

You’re yelling at the back of Sage’s shoulders. The crash of his boots against the ground echoes, amplified by his cold silence. You’d do as good to admonish a brick wall, but your ire demands an audience.

Sage hadn’t ever been the type of man to plan, but his actions as of late have become nothing short of reckless. Between Balsam’s death, Rime’s attacks, and the thinning patience of all members of the Starsworn, hardly a day passed without the telltale flash of red in Sage’s eyes.

It matched perfectly now with the fresh splatters of red, dark against his cloak.

“Sage! I’m talking to you!” This would be comical if you weren’t on the edge of tears from sheer frustration.

“Sounds more like talking to yourself to me.” he all but snarls.

Felix planned a stakeout. The night ended in ambush; soldiers of the Lord of Shadows would’ve overwhelmed your small group if it hadn’t been for Sage. At first, you attempted to dissuade him from giving in to whatever it was that allowed him to move like that - almighty, commanding, and all but feral. After one of their shadowy weapons landed a blow to Anisa’s forearm, and another nearly trampled you, any protest you could’ve uttered would’ve fallen on deaf ears.

Your pride is bitter as you swallow it. “You’re hurt. Wait a second and let me-”

“I don’t need your damned magic,” he exclaims. His voice is hoarse, rough. You barely make out something under his breath about the gash on the back of his neck will stitch itself back together, along with a few words that sound like curses in another language.

“You’re still bleeding,” you do your best to match his pace, but the weariness in your muscles is taking over. “There’s no reason for you to track that shit all over Astrea.”

His spit is tinged with pink before it settles in the dirt somewhere to his left. Sage isn’t sure if the taste of blood in his mouth is his own, or if the flavor of someone else’s remains. His ears twitch of their own volition, privy to more sounds than Sage should be able to hear normally. Normally. Your pace is gradually slowing, he can make out from your arrhythmic footsteps and the sharp draw of your breath. A bird drills into a tree somewhere. Gnats frantically gather and then scatter around the sites of his wounds. If he tried, and if it wouldn’t surely be the thing to drive him to madness. Sage can feel the individual atoms around him vibrating one by one - or is that just his own hands trembling? There’s just too much going on right now. A growl escapes his lips before he’s able to contain it.

“...and what are you even hoping to do anyways, covered in blood like that? Scare the shit out of the first bartender you come across -”

“I’m trying to get the fuck away,” he forces each word out through clenched teeth, as though they scald his tongue on their way out.

“Away.” Your exasperation breaks way to full indignation. “You want to get away? Great. I’ll even help your sorry ass get away,” a string of colorful curses punctuates your sentence as you trip and nearly fall face-first onto the ground before righting yourself. Sage continued forward at the same pace, placing you a few additional yards behind him. “Just let me heal you first.”

Sage laughs, a sound as cold as the sound of his blade striking another only too soon ago. You falter.

“There’s nothing any of you can do to help me.” he spits again. “It’s too late.”

Somehow his words enter your ears and descend directly to your feet, holding you in place. Your mouth is dry. Sage continues to push through foliage to get further away. Your eye twitches involuntarily as the magic you’d called to your hands with the goal of healing Sage abruptly changes intention.

“Oh, get over yourself!” you yell, half-certain your gestures have been in vain and that he’d end up wandering off for gods knows how long before turning back up at Fathom, bloody as the last day you saw him. If he comes back at all, that is.

Your hypothesis is disproven when he stops in his tracks. However, you’re too incensed to stop now. A string of pejoratives is hurled in his direction, punctuated with gestures you know he is unable to see but that have to be shown regardless.

Sage counts his breaths as you curse him. He’s almost gained enough composure to begin piecing together a plan - where was he hoping to go, anyway? - when one of your comments hooks itself under his skin.

“..and while you’re at it, stop acting like you’re some kind of fucking monster!”

“Scuse me?!” he belts, turning to face you. His skin feels hot, the bloodstained clothes he’s wearing too-tight. “I’ll call it whatever the fuck I want!”

“Of course you will!” frustrated stomps meeting the ground punctuate your words as you move closer to Sage. The flush of color in your cheeks and tears threatening to spill from your eyes almost break his resolve, but the iron of your words sharpen his own indignation.

“You say it’s what you want, but you really just call it whatever makes it easiest for you. It still doesn’t make it true.”

Every cell in Sage’s body screams in agony - how could you of all people have misunderstood him so deeply?

“Easy? You think being like this is easy!?” Harsh words fall from Sage’s serrated-knife tongue. Some part of him is hoping to provoke you, to finally have you as angry with him as he deserves, to burn this bridge once and for all before he convinces himself he’s worthy to cross it again. “Before you even wake up in the morning I’m already drowning in this shit. Corruption, whatever you want to call it. And then every godsdamned second afterwards, I’m holding every scrap of myself together with a thread -”

“I didn’t say it’s easy - nothing is fucking easy.” You take another deep breath, hoping to steady yourself, but the words flow from you nonetheless. “But you call yourself a monster, and a freak, and damaged, and that makes it easier for you. It makes you FEEL better. You’re the big bad monster and everyone should hate you - just like you hate yourself. You get to be right all along. And then you get to be the hero for taking yourself away from us.”

“You don’t know anything about how I feel.” Sage’s accusation is forbidding, the white hot-ire having passed its boiling point and settling to a cold contempt.

“Well shit, there’s something we can agree on! But it’s because you never say anything about how you feel. Never show anything either until it’s all but fucking BLEEDING out of you.”

“Haven’t you noticed? That’s how I am. And this is WHAT I am.” Sage gestures to the blood rapidly drying on his gauntlet. “If you want to get pissed about it, that's your problem, not mine.”

“We’re fucking teammates, Sage. We’re each other’s godsdamned problems -”

“Don’t start that shit. Half of the times you’ve almost gotten killed have been because of ME. I gave you every godsdamned opportunity to get away from me.”

“Oh poor you!” You let out a sardonic half-laugh, half-sob. “It’s so hard, right? It’s so hard for YOU to have someone, anyone, who gives half a shit about you. If you wanted me gone so bad, why didn’t YOU just leave?”

He’s silent. Sage has left, deserted, his friends before. His hands shake as flashes of their faces, their funeral pyres, the plots of land once their homes smoldering in the dirt - his fault. Sage is not naive enough to believe he could have stopped the Lord of Shadows or his minions from razing his comrades to the ground - but a part of him wishes he’d gone down with them. If he’d gotten what he deserved, it’d be his ashes scattered underneath Porriman’s boots.

You get no reply, and make no reply yourself. You sit, your back pressing heavily into the bark of the tree you rest upon. If not for Sage’s tail flicking back and forth he could’ve been a statue, muscles clenched tight and unmoving gaze fixed on a point far behind you.

He sighs, sending a puff of condensation out like a rain cloud. Although still, Sage’s mind was moving a thousand miles a minute. This was nothing in comparison to his heart.

“Sorry.” Sage says, his voice raw and raspy from your argument. He moves closer to you, slow steps heavy with compunction. “I’m not saying you’re right. I’m just sorry.”

“I’m not asking for you to be sorry, and I’m not asking to be right. I’m asking to be your teammate. How can you expect to trust me, or anyone for that matter, if you can’t even trust yourself?” You don’t look in his direction when you reply, instead gazing above at the sky and blinking back tears of frustration.

This is the reason you’ve been alone. This is the price you pay for your power - loss of control, and loss of everyone around you. This, and your words, buzz in Sage’s ears.

You reach up, taking his hand in yours, and pull it until you get his attention. “You can trust me, you know.”

The second your skin meets his, the buzzing stops. Sage looks down at you, barely able to make out your words. The night sky reflects in your pupils, dazzling back at him. His protests die in his throat.

“And none of that ‘about as far as you can throw me’ shit.” you chide. His palm is coated in a thin sheen of sweat, his skin feels fevered. “I know nothing is easy, but I’m willing to work on it if you are. Together - like a team does.”

Together. The word felt foreign in Sage’s mind; he couldn’t imagine hearing the syllables form to make the word come out of his mouth. He can remember brief moments from his past where he felt at peace with the word, he can remember the grief from times when together was a promise fate couldn’t keep. Tulsi. Balsam. Lucan. Felix and Anisa, all those years ago.

While Sage’s mind is unsure of how to answer your proposal, his body responds with the clenching of his hand around your own. His fingers entwine with yours, squeezing lightly. Together.

“Don’t get all mushy on me,” Sage mumbles. “Now, is it too late for you to take a look at that cut on my back?”

Sage doesn’t know much about magic, but he believes without a doubt the smile on your face did the healing job better than a spell could.

#sage lesath x reader #sage lesath #last legacy #fictif last legacy

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evanox · 2 years

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Hi hi hi :D

I saw you were taking requests so I have an au request thingy. Imagine the one au of the M3 as baristas with an mc from Astraea, except mc just fucking faceplants into the coffee shop during the closing shift and everyone loses their shit-

Also hcs for barista Felix falling for astraean mc ahajsksksjsmsms that is all okay thank you-

hii tysm for the request!! no I definitely didn't have to binge @/morgandrinkscoffee for Research /s,, also omg you've reminded me of Ciel's drawing of the M3 as baristas,, man I'm gonna miss Ciel's LL art,, also

you see I kind of forgot the Astraean MC bit and already committed to General Barista HCs so now you're getting both General Barista HCs and the M3 with Astraean MC and Felix falls in love with them, except the latter is gonna have to be on another post bc it got so long tumblr won't let me edit it normally anymore :)) i'll make sure to tag you once that's up!

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Felix

Felix had to find a new job to stay afloat after practically disowning his dad. Scylla still tries to help with a lot of his finances, but Felix hates relying too much on her, so here is, working the coffee machine at a bookstore coffee shop. Yes, it is a humbling experience.

The manager had to tell him off several times about his sharp tongue; Felix wasn't exactly subtle when a customer pissed him off. His coworkers, however, enjoyed living vicariously through him. It was cathartic watching Felix come up with creative ways to roast (haha) rude customers, and it was fun while it lasted. Now he just wears his customer smile through the pain, except it's more of an unnerving "I can't stop thinking about all the ways I could poison you" smirk.

Loathes the morning shift with every fiber of his being; loves the night shift, especially if he's alone. You know he's busting a few moves with that broom while blasting his playlist that's just too hit or miss for everyone to be used while the cafe is open.

Throws far too many tirades about how tea is far superior to coffee.

"Why do you work at a cafe then?"

"Mind your business."

Oh, the scandalized look on his face when someone suggests he try out coffee so he can 'look a little more cheerful on the morning shift'...

Felix always brings a book along to get him through slow shifts. He tried to be subtle about the more risque ones, but he'd been caught by his coworkers so many times that Felix doesn't bother hiding it from them anymore.

Come to the counter carrying a book that Felix likes (or absolutely loathes), and he will look like someone breathed life back into his corpse. It's very rare that he'd engage in small talk with customers—let alone initiate it—but he'll ask how far into the book have you read, what are your thoughts so far, and offer some of his own opinions if you seem to be enjoying the conversation.

His handwriting is usually incomprehensible because he writes in cursive and his hand is too fast so it just looks like a messy string of loops. You know Felix has a crush when he takes his sweet time drawing out those pretty loops into your name and making it look fancier than a Victorian man's love letter.

And yes, he'll go out of his way to walk the order to you.

Can't help but stare as you sip on your drink, so he brings his leather-bound writing journal along to seem more subtle as he looks between you and the pages. When inspiration strikes he might jot down a few verses of poetry about the threads of your hair turned golden by the sun or the mesmerizing rhythm of your finger as you tap it against your lovely lips when deep in thought, and if you have brown eyes he might even throw in a coffee-related simile. Then he feels very embarrassed and slaps the journal shut before any of his coworkers could get a peek.

How does he flirt, you ask? By reading the same books you pick up, of course; what better way to know someone? And it'll give him an excuse to strike up a conversation the next time you come for a drink.

Anisa

Anisa working in a cat cafe? Anisa working in a cat cafe.

When no one's watching she'll try to coo at the cats and coax them into her lap. Why does she feel the need to hide when trying to get the cats to play? Because Anisa doesn't want anyone witnessing the myriad of rejections she has to face from the cats.

Yes she cries a little when one of them gets adopted, both tears of joy and sadness—she's gonna miss them so much. You know she memorized all their names.

Anisa has always had the best work ethic and gives her job her all, but it helps a lot that she really likes the cafe; it has the added bonus of cats and a mostly laid-back clientele who just want to see some cute fluffy babies. This place also happens to be a hot spot for first dates and Anisa always gazes at the new couples with yearning; she can't wait for the day she gets to come here as a customer herself with someone she loves.

So yes, she might be the most put-together out of the three LI's, but Anisa definitely has her unhinged moments, like spending concerning amounts of time staring at the coffee beans in the grinder and fighting the urge to grab a handful just to eat it. She won't do it, but God, that texture must be immaculate. Has she ever thought about trying out the cats' food while shoveling some into their bowls? Maybe once or twice, not that anyone needs to know.

Also she's the worst when it comes to being a chronic ice-kicker.

You can always trust her with choosing the playlist and setting the vibe for the day. Anisa loves the opening shift for that sole reason, and also because she hates the closing shift cleanup. There was a morning when she opened and found the bar looking like a total mess, proceeded to check the schedule so she can give a certain someone a piece of her mind, only to find out it was, indeed, Anisa herself who closed last night.

She's so sweet with the kids and applauds them when they manage to make an order after nervously stumbling over their words.

There are only two types of situations when Anisa might look the slightest bit intimidating; the first is when lecturing customers about not bothering the cats if they're sleeping or forcing them to play when the cats don't want to.

The second is when a customer asks her to watch over a laptop or other personal stuff when they need to go to the bathroom. For the next 5 minutes, Anisa will be your laptop's hawk-eyed, vigilant guardian, throwing herself halfway over the counter to keep watch over your things and make sure they remain untouched.

Her customer smile is well-practiced but oh, the way her eyes light up when her favorite person comes through; you can so obviously tell this smile is far more genuine.

Doesn't shy away from drawing a little heart next to your name over the cup, or maybe a little cat. If your drink comes with a straw she'll always choose the one with her favorite color for you; if she's feeling bold she might ask about your favorite color. Don't confront her about the cute cup art if you don't want to see her stammering over her words, hair poofed up and face all flustered.

"Oooh she must really like you!" Anisa calls out when a cat cuddles up to you. The cat is a naturally cuddly one, but you don't have to know that; Anisa just wants her special person to feel special.

Sage

There aren't many things Sage likes about his job besides doing delivery on the motorcycle—anything just so he doesn't have to stay in that stuffy, cramped kitchenette. So what if he takes a few detours on the way back just to feel the breeze against his face? No one has to know.

He can't even listen to his favorite music inside the shop since he was permanently banned from choosing the day's playlist; not a single one is without an obscenely crude song.

The only other thing he likes about the job is the free food. He's not sure if it's actually free, but he doesn't really care.

Far more easy-going with rude customers than Felix is but less willing to indulge and smile through it like Anisa.

"We're all out of ___."

"Are you sure? Can you check in the back?"

Yeah, sure. Thanks for the smoke break.

Well I don't think he'd actually have a cig on him but he definitely has a flask tucked somewhere in the shirt he was forced to button up to the neck and tuck into his pants.

Otherwise he's quite flirtatious with customers, though more often than not he's just entertaining himself rather than actually expressing interest. Nothing too raunchy, but enough to make the shier customers blush and earn bashful laughter from the old ladies. His customer-service voice is just his casual flirty tone coupled with a lopsided-smile; you can just catch a little peak of that unnaturally sharp canine.

The only reason his manager has yet to fire him for his lack of punctuality and texting on the job is how easily Sage can charm customers and how many he has drawn in with his good looks. You don't even have to try that hard when you're 6'2" with luscious locks pulled into a high ponytail.

That, and he has a surprising talent in making latte art, mostly because Sage has practiced drawing rosetta so many times (yes, because it looks like a dick and he thought it was very funny).

Sure he'll remember your usual if you're a regular but this man is never going to remember your name; no, he won't feel apologetic about it. If he likes you, however...

Pushes his coworkers away the moment he sees your face even if he's supposed to be on break; no one can take your order, alright? No one prepares it like he does anyway.

Hey, he might even start being punctual to his shifts.

So what if he undoes one or two buttons on his shirt? The weather is just oh, so hot ;)

Starts flirting less with other customers and more with you. This is where his terrible pickup lines finally shine. He doesn't mind if you find them laughable; he just feels lucky to see you smile. The more ridiculous/stupid lines are saved for days when you look really down and might need a pick-me-up stronger than just coffee.

If you seem to be into his pickup lines and lack of subtlety, he might just throw the ball in your court by jotting his number down on your cup.

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felixs-top · 1 year

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Since Last Legacy is likely to never get finished, I'm going to just imagine that MC x Felix x Rime became a triad and that Sage is okay and healthy and Anisa is Empress of the Free World and Florian divorced Escell and wound up very rich and very happy.

#fictif last legacy #fictif felix #fictif anisa #fictif sage #fictif rime

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pandemoniclucio · 2 years

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Can I make a request? About the main 3 of last legacy with a mc who is like a nun, I mean, she lives in a church, she covers herself from head to toe and prays when she's scared, etc, please?

Hi, my PC broke and I had to get a new one, sorry if this came out later than anticipated.

Just in case anyone gets offended: I'm not Christian, and I've only seen nuns in movies. So just in case I offend someone I made the religion ambiguous. MC can be a nun of what ever religion you want.

(R/N) - Religion's Name

Last Legacy HC's #13

Felix

He was sad at first but relieved that it wasn't someone dangerous.

He does develop an interest in your religion and often likes hearing more about it from you and compares it to Astraea's religions.

He finds it somewhat comforting when you pray, it gives him some hope when you're both scared.

You clothing makes you happy because it gives him more fashion variety and he.

He will try to conjure a place for you to pray, will listen to you pray & join in occasionally.

Is very excited to try to impress you with his knowledge and will try to make Holy Days more special by using magic and buying lavish gifts.

Anisa

She was shocked. Out of all the people she expected to abruptly enter her office a nun wasn't one of them.

She shows interest in your religion tries to get some info from you and will try to look for books on (R/N)

She finds your praying admirable as it shows your dedication to your beliefs.

She will offer you similar variety clothes so you can cover u and will offer alternatives if the weather gets too hot.

She will try to set up something to act as a praying room if you want a place to pray, she might even join you.

She tries to get more involved in your religion, remember dietary instructions and Holy Days, occasionally tries to burn the kitchen in making any special food.

Sage

He is absolutely surprised when he first met you at the bar. Why would a nun even set foot in a place like the Salty Gul.

Tries to understand why you believe in that religion, he'll respect that and try to do special things on Holy Days but won't become part of the religion it's just not his thing.

He finds you're cute when you pray, he'll sometimes tease you about it but doesn't go too far with it.

He admits that he would like to see you with less coverage & will try to convince you to wear looser clothes if it gets too hot.

He'll try to find any abandoned but useable places to act as a church, temple, etc., so you can pray in holier grounds while he listens and guards you.

He will try to get involved especially in Holy Days, he will try to follow certain rituals to show support.

#fictif sage #felix iskandar escellun #fictif games #fictif #sage lesath #last legacy sage #last legacy anisa #anisa anka #anisa x mc

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luvring · 2 years

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i am no longer writing for last legacy; any new posts will be very rare.

— multi character

M3 helping a reader with long hair

M3 with an s/o who has bad headaches and period pains

MC who asks the M4 to teach them how to kiss

M4 when MC wants to return to earth

MC asking to borrow the M3's clothes

M4 with a flexible MC who's good at martial arts

M4 comforting MC

M4 with a model!MC

M4 with a popstar!mc

M4 with an mc with a resting pouty face

M4 with an mc who smokes

M4 hearing MC sing explicit songs

M4 with a lingerie model!MC

M4 with an MC from the hunger games

M3 with a pregnant reader

M4 as ghibli moments

rime and MC comforting felix after a nightmare

felix x MC x rime get together

felix x MC x rime hcs

felix x MC x rime protective hcs

felix x MC x rime when mc feels insecure

felix and sage waking up from a nightmare

— felix

felix relationship hcs

general felix hcs

felix as a dad (part 2?)

felix with a multilingual MC

felix with an MC similar to him

felix after MC injures themself

felix and MC between chapters 11 and 12

felix pre-chapter 12 breakdown hcs

felix with a shorter MC

felix with a tall MC

felix with abandonment issues/unhealthy relationship behaviors

felix taking MC out on a date

MC taking felix out and saying i love you

catboy felix fluff hcs

protective felix with a chaotic MC

young felix hcs

felix comforting a sad MC

felix accidentally cutting his hair too short

letting felix info dump

rime and felix with an MC into j-fashion

felix watching MC fall in love with rime

felix with an oblivious MC

when MC gets along with felix's parents (ft. rime)

felix when MC doesn't want to return to earth

felix seeing MC's nightmares

felix overhears MC talk about first loves (comfort)

modern author!felix and barista!mc

felix with an MC with adhd

felix helping MC shave their head

when MC gets along with stella

— rime

general rime hcs (part 2)

rime as a dadrime fluff hcs (part 2)

protective!rime

rime accidentally hurting MC

rime angst hcs

MC offering to 'fix' rime

MC offering to help rime be better

rime fluff alphabet

rime still loves felix scenario

rime with a short MC

euphoria inspired rime hcs

MC seeing rime's tail for the first time

MC who always messes with rime

rime enemies to lovers scenes

— sage

sage with a nerdy s/o

sage the night of chapter 12

fluffy sage post-chapter 12 hcs

sage with a baby face MC

sage general hcs

— anisa ( + tulsi)

anisa and tulsi fluff hcs

#last legacy #fictif #;;navi

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nyxelenios · 2 years

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MC X CHARACTER EXCEPT THEY ARENT DATING YET BUT ANYTIME THEY DO ANYTHING REMOTELY CUTE THE REST OF THE GANG STARTS PLAYING CARELESS WHISPERS ON FULL VOLUME

Btw I'm sorry if I worried you too much but I kinda wanted to take a break from my phone so i wasn't online a lot :v

-egg anon (dumb bitch anon)

*inhales*

Anisa x MC running around the market sampling all the food stalls and eateries in there, feeding each other with excitement and elation and they're just so fucking cute oh my gOD MC just fed Anisa a mixed berry cake with vanilla icing hey that cake looks suspiciously like a wedding cake now Felix and Sage are singing like cherubim but they're so off-key it hurts your ears if only there were wedding bells they could borrow from a parish nearby now where is that flower shop so they can buy flowers for the wedding

Felix x MC cuddles together on the sofa with Felix reading a book glasses perched on his nose and MC leaning on his shoulder while they cradle Stella like a baby and they're munching on snacks and they feed Felix some and Anisa and Sage are snickering behind a wall because Felix and MC look like a married couple with a kid and they look perfect they're happy Felix is happy and MC is finding Astraea comfortable with their favourite person honestly seeing MC and Felix like this makes their day and they'd want to see them happy everyday

Sage x MC heading into town to take on bounties and commissions but they get distracted by the kids at the wharf and they're so adorable and cute but they're starving and MC gives Sage the puppy eyes so they can treat the kids even for just today and Sage's heart can't take MC's puppy eyes and them carefully carrying the kids at their hips and ohhhh MC you are gonna be an amazing parent ok let's go spoil some kids for today and Felix and Anisa get worried because Sage and MC have been out too long and when they find them they're asleep underneath an old tree with the kids ohhh they're gonna be great parents now get married already

Rime x MC are bored so they decide to talk about life on Earth and it somehow comes down to Rime asking about ballroom dances and MC is elated to show Rime the waltz so they clear the study room's floor and practice while Rime hums a soft slow song that goes with the tempo of the dance and MC is entranced with Rime's voice and they've both forgotten they were in Fathom and they had other people in the tower with them who are gawking and cheering them on but they couldn't care less they just want to dance together and maybe fall in love and maybe live life again but better this time because hey they've been given another chance why not take it

*takes deep breath* I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOUR.

im so sorry this took a while wyeyeyeue still having migraines also y did this turn out sfw oh well nsfw will be served later on also issok egg anon taking breaks from gadgets and social media is healthy

— cain

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READER X CHARACTERS DRUNK CONFESSION EXCEPT IM GUNNA DRAG THIS STRAIGHT INTO THE ROAD TRIP SERIES BecaUSE ITS MY CURRENT HYPER FIXtaTiON.

Kinda NSFW ahead

Mc drunkenly confessing to sage that they knew about his AhEm problem during the ride to the hotel but didn't do anything about it cause they wanted to mess with him on purpose. So all the 'accidental' bouncing was mostly just them messing with sage.

-egg anon (dumb bitch anon)

Oh hell yeah let's go I'm very glad to help your hyperfixation

Road Trip Part 1 - because obviously I have to pimp my own stuff

GN!Reader, mentions of NSFW in the context of the ask but more stuff does not happen. This time. That's saved for another post, also mentions of alcohol/being drunk

It's been a long day today. Anisa had insisted on taking a sunrise hike. Then Elowen wanted to race back down the path.

And you managed to trip over your own shoes and faceplant on the path.

All in all, not your finest moment.

Anisa immediately went into Mom Mode and pulled out antibiotics and bandages. Everyone else was laughing a bit. And Sage?

Sage scoops you up in his arms, asking if you're okay. Yeah he's a little amused but he's also genuinely concerned. You ate it pretty hard. Are you okay?

You're just dying because all you really did was scrape your knee this isn't That Big of A Deal.

Anyways you guys head over to a bar for dinner. And maybe it's because of the embarrassment from earlier or maybe it's just because it's a vacation and, hey, you need a break, that you get a little extra drunk.

A liiiiiiiittle extra drunk.

Little bit.

....................

Oh no you're wasted

As you're all hanging out and messing around, you casually crawl into Sage's lap and mush your butt against him. He lets out a startled laugh.

Your body tips dangerously to the side. He quickly wraps his arms around your waist to hold you in place, making sure you don't tip over. His face is already warm from the alcohol but now the warmth spreads pleasantly through his chest. His tail winds around your waist.

You lightly mush your cheek against his forehead. You have a secret~ that you wanna tell him~ but he's gotta be a good boy about it~ and then you start giggling and you can't stop for a minute or two.

Obviously he realizes you're drunk. So he thinks you're gonna say something silly. He playfully rests his chin on your shoulder. There's a little purr in his chest that he can't get rid of. Not when your drunken giggling makes him feel so giddy.

You press a sloppy, playful kiss to his cheek before snuggling the top of his head, loudly whispering right into his fluffy ear-

You knew about his little 'problem' the other day.

His eyes widen and he goes completely still under you.

You snicker and wrap your arms around his neck. He isn't mad, right~? Aw, of course not~ Your cute kitty cat couldn't be mad at you~ so hopefully he doesn't mind that you~

And nooooooow you're giggling again.

At this point Sage is trying to coax the information out of you because Holy Shit He Needs To Know What The Hell It Is You Were About To Say His Very Being Depends On It

You boop his nose.

That car ride? :) Where you were bouncing on him? :) Grinding your ass on his dick until he had to go get himself off in the bathroom? :) Well :) you were doing (at least some of it) on purpose~ :) It was just so easy and fun to do :) and he looked reaaaaaaaaally cute all blushy like that :)

And then you collapse back into giggles at the shocked look on his face and because his tail is going haywire and tickling you

You pass out shortly after that, snoring into his shoulder.

Sage is absolutely fucking dying. Do you know what you just said?? What does that even mean?!! D-does that mean that you... you......

.................. He silently rests his forehead against the back of your shoulder. His heart is hammering in his chest and he can't wipe the dumb smile off his face.

Well.

Shit.

He's love-drunk.

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