#sage fictif x reader

[evanox]

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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[thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos]

sage lesath x reader. in which sage had has far too many a drink and demands affection. warnings: alcohol/drunk character notes: shockingly a non-bloomic fic?? of course it has to be sage. i love him i miss him i want him to come home. if this is ooc (which it undoubtedly is) i blame it on the alcohol

darlin', darlin' ♡

the sounds of heavy, trudging footsteps filled the room as someone sauntered through your door without knocking. off-key humming came along with the footfall, getting louder with each step the intruder took.

intruder may be a bit strong. without even needing to turn around, you knew without a doubt it was someone awfully familiar. it was none other than your boyfriend, sage lesath.

and, by the sound of it, he was drunk as hell. you couldn't even imagine how many empty tankards he left scattered in the tavern.

a pair of arms wrapped around your torso as warm breath fanned your ear.

"hello, gorgeous." he purred, his chest vibrating against your back. two more signs he was absolutely plastered: affectionate pet names and almost immediate purring. his silly, adoring smile was the cutest thing you had seen all night. you turned your neck towards him, pressing a sweet kiss to sage's cheek.

"hello, dear," you replied with a small giggle.

"mmh. what're you working on?" he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the space between your neck and shouder.

"just doing some late-night studying." you spoke, twirling your pencil in your hand. your work laid spread out on your desk, books and notes a bit of a mess.

you felt him smile against your skin as his tail came up to wrap around your wrist, the cold metal ring pressing into your arm.

"not anymore!" he declared, a telltale teasing tone in his voice.

nonetheless, you knew when sage had an idea he wouldn't let go of. if dug his heels in, you couldn't convince him otherwise. he was as stubborn as mule sometimes. and this was one of those times.

...that, or you didn't mind his idea. likely both.

dropping your pencil, his tail loosened. you reached up to run your hand through sage's hair as you pushed away your spellbook with the other.

"okay, okay, sage—" he let out a whine, drawing a chuckle out of you.

"sorry, baby." you corrected, scratching the base of his right ear. he went boneless against your shoulder, melting into a puddle of purrs.

"how about we get comfy, hm? ditch the armor and cuddle in bed." you suggested, struggling to get out of your desk chair with 200 pounds of cat hanging on you. you turned to hold his face in your palms. his eyes were closed in bliss, a small flush on his cheeks. god, he was adorable.

"did you hear anything i just said, kitten?" you asked, letting out an amused and affectionate sigh.

his only response was to lean into your touch, smile widening. another sigh slipped through your lips. his smile was infectious.

kissing his nose, you let go of his face to take him by the arm and lead him to the end of your bed. as soon as he sat down, you got to work on unbuckling all of his belts and removing his armor. working your way down, you started with his braid and moved on to each arm. he giggled as you removed the belt at his hips, leaning back on his arms and bringing his tail to rest against your thigh.

you danced around your room as you grabbed your pajamas, feeling sage's eyes burning into you. you went over to place a pair of pajamas next to him.

"change here while i go change, okay baby?" you spoke, turning to leave for some privacy before a warm hand grabbed onto your wrist.

"you... you don't have to go. don't go!" he whined, dragging out his syllables as he tugged you closer. it was a wonder how open alcohol made him.

"how are you going to change?" you smiled.

it took him a second to register your question and another just to form a response. but instead of a verbal response, he simply started stripping, taking off his jacket and pants with surprising, practiced speed.

laughs erupted from you, stricken with a charmed amusement at your lover, as you always seemed to be.

he proceeded to pull you into a crushing embrace, pressing your face to his chest.

"mmmf! sage!" you gasped, to which he only laughed and pulled you closer.

you struggled, grasping his side before realizing you needed a different strategy if you wanted to change into your pajamas.

relaxing, you took to kissing whatever part of his chest you could, wrapping your arms around his waist and dragging a hand up and down his back.

a shiver ran through him, loosening his death grip.

at this opportunity, you stood up straight and gave sage a swift kiss, expressing all of your adoration for this silly, love-struck sap. you stroked his cheek with your thumb before pulling away, grabbing your pajamas once again.

it was almost as if a spell had been cast on sage. a happy, dizzy look formed on his pink face. he didn't even notice when you had slipped out of the room to change. hell, he didn't even see when you passed through your bedroom and into the kitchen to get him some water.

but when you entered your room again, you were greeted by the sight of a sleepy, pouting sage. he had moved farther back from the edge of the bed. his back was facing the door, but you could tell his arms were crossed, his knees up and ears flattened.

"i brought you some water, dear." you said, speaking gently so as to not rile him up again.

sage turned as soon as you spoke, ears first, head very quickly following. he wore a surprised look for a moment, like he had forgotten you were returning, before immediately returning to his one man pity-party.

quietly making your way over to sage, you set the cup down on the night stand. you then took a seat right next to him, so close that your legs rested against each other and your shoulders bumped. he always wanted to be touching somehow when he was drunk.

"what's wrong?" you asked, leaning against sage as he sulked.

sage's only response was an incomprehensible string of mumbled words.

you couldn't hear what he said, but the fact that he was starting to lean into you again was a good sign.

"what was that?" you asked again, this time with a small smile.

"...i missed you." he muttered, so quiet that you almost didn't catch it. his nose wrinkled a bit the way he was pouting. you had to refrain from kissing those wrinkles away.

"aw, sage," you said, drawing out your syllables as you fawned over the man in front of you.

"i missed you too." you added, smiling and taking his hand in yours. even if it was less than 5 minutes, you would've missed him.

his tired face lit up, smile spreading from ear to ear. his arms uncrossed, legs spread out, joy reappearing in every way. it didn't take much to make drunk sage happy, and it took even less for him to show it.

before you knew it, you were being scooped into sage's arms and placed in his lap. his tail whipped around fiercely before wrapping around your thigh. he rubbed his cheek against the top of your head, calming down more as he held you. it was as though you were enveloped in vibrating purrs.

you wrapped your arms around him, playing with the tips of his hair and tracing shapes on his back. quiet purrs vibrated from his chest. sage seemed perfectly content.

so content, in fact, he had gone nearly still. the rise and fall of his chest was the only movement from him. he seemed to be dozing off, grip loosening and leaning more on you.

you leaned back, unsurprisingly sage's snoozing head leaned forward with you. this made a smile cross your face as you lowered him onto his back and gave his cheek a light kiss. you hopped off the bed, grabbing the cup of water before returning to your lover's side.

"sage, baby," you called, cupping his cheek. when he doesn't stir, you pinch him lightly.

"mmh? wh... what's it?" he grumbled, words slurring together.

"c'mere," you said, patting a spot by your pillows. sage moved back, squinting up at your face. a smile formed on his face.

"drink some water." you spoke, handing him the glass as he sits up. he only gave a little hum of affirmation before draining most of the water.

a contemplative expression came over his face, a rare sight. you raised a brow, silently asking him what's up. he looked down to the near empty glass before responding.

"thank you," his cheeks turned pink, and this time it was not from the several drinks he had to have consumed.

"for... for taking care of me. i appreciate it." he added. with each word he grew uncharacteristically quieter.

you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

"of course i take care of you. i love you." you said.

sage's eyes widened, finding your gaze, before softening. he squeezed your hand.

before you knew it his lips were on yours, passion and heat combining. your free hand gripped his shoulder, his on your waist. it made your head spin, as your breaths between kisses grew shorter and your face more flushed. he nibbled on your bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss.

your pulled away then, eyes meeting sage's. he wore a sly grin, but his pink cheeks and dilated pupils offset the teasing look on his face. you quickly squeeze sage's hand before letting go.

"alright, scooch over. or i'm laying on you." you threatened, face betraying you with a smile.

"maybe i should just stay here then—" he began teasingly before you took a seat directly on him. he let out a breathy 'oof' before sliding over.

"point taken." he chuckled.

he wrapped his arm around your waist and his tail on your thigh once again, pulling you close. you placed a hand over his, stroking it with your thumb. you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.

he pressed a light, warm kiss to the exposed nape of your neck.

"good night, sage." you whispered, squeezing his hand.

"sweet dreams, Y/N."

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[poisonouswritings]

Last legacy where everything is the same but mc has a gun

I know that the intro mentions Ayanna having a gun in the original game but no one in the story ever has one or mentions one so we're just gonna pretend no one in Astraea knows what they are

GN!Reader, guns and stuff that goes with it we're just gonna say you can summon the Astrolabe at any time but you have trouble actually using the magic aspect of it, Color Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage), always follow proper gun safety!!

We'll assume you already have experience with a gun. Maybe you own one, or you grew up with parents or family that did and you grew up learning about them. You obviously didn't bring a gun with you to the convention, though.

So you're looking at the poster and you hear a clatter and you look over and see this ornate, golden pump-action shotgun. You can tell from a glance that it's a prop (although it doesn't have the 'fake weapon' tag that all prop weapons get when you check into the con, so that's a little weird...) but you make sure to stay away from the muzzle anyways when you walk over to pick it up, going to check the safety.

And then you get transported. Thanks, Felix.

When you tumble into Astraea, your immediately priority is to keep your finger far away from the trigger and check the safety. You just barely manage to find it (it's already in the ON position, thank fuck) when you get grabbed by the distraught wizard that just teleported you here.

Once Felix does calm down and realize you aren't Rime, he turns his attention to the As- what in seven Hells did you do to it?? He's never seen it take a form like this. What the hell even is it? Luckily you seem to know how to handle it. He ends up poking around it a bit. It's sort of,, like,,, a super big-ass wand? What's a trigger? What's a safety? Those are magical terms of sequential orders, not physical things!!

He'll have to look at it more another time, because the guards are pounding on the door. You sling the rifle over your shoulder with the handy strap and hop on through.

Then you're in Anisa's office and she's pointing a sword at your chest. Since the drop through the portal was a little rougher than you expected, you reflexively reach back to secure the rifle on your back. There's a soft glow and it transforms into a double-action revolver. Which uh. Does not go over well with Anisa because Now You Have A Handheld Magic Weapon!! She starts to grab it from you but pauses because What The Hells Even Is It??

On one hand, she's significantly more convinced you're an assassin. On the other hand, when you explain you're from Earth, she's quicker to believe you.

She! Has!! So!!! Many!!!! Questions!!!!! About Earth weapons. You give her a very basic safety lesson (don't point it at anything you don't plan to shoot, never have your finger on the trigger unless you're going to shoot, make sure the safety is on every time you pick it up, even if you 'swear' you had it on before, always handle it like it's loaded and live just to be sure, etc). The gun is so light you assume it's unloaded but you double-check anyways. And. Huh. There are these pellet-sized little balls of light magic in place of bullets. That's... Weird. You triple-check the safety and decide to investigate more later. Like, maybe when you're not in a closed room with a curious half-cat girl who's never seen a gun before?

Anyways Felix gets brought in before Anisa has a chance to ask more questions, though you promise you'll tell her more some other time.

Now it's off to the Saucy Gull to try and track down the mysterious Sage Lesath!

Anisa and Felix both suggest having your weapon on hand because the tavern you're going to is pretty well known for constant brawls. You're a bit wary about using it just yet - these clearly aren't normal bullets and you don't want to risk doing serious damage. You turn your prop sword/staff holster into a makeshift gun holster, secure it to your side under your cloak, and press on.

Then Anisa manages to start a fight in about a minute by pointing out the illegal rat racing going on in the back over there. It's way too crowded in here to even think about firing a shot, so you rely on dodging, ducking, and throwing random utensils - up until you get cornered against the bartop. Now you have a problem with three different choices;

Use your gun. You have one target at a point-blank range. You won't miss. But you have no idea how strong the magical bullets are so you have no idea if they'll go through the body and potentially ricochet or hit someone else. So that's out. And besides, when you're this close, your opponent can easily just knock the gun out of your hand, so it's risky to begin with.

Shout for Anisa and Felix. They're busy in their own battles, though, and there's lots of other shouting in the tavern, so there's a good chance they won't hear you.

Kick this dude in the shins as hard as you can and run the hell away. You're not sure you have enough room for a real wind-up, though.

You're spared from making a decision when your opponent gets knocked in the face from left field by a big 'ol neko. When he offers to bring you to safety, you agree, making sure your gun is still in it's holster because You Don't Actually Know Who This Large Strong Man Is and it's better to be safe than sorry. So onwards you go.

He's flirtatious. Sexy-dangerous, as he puts it. But you don't think he's a danger, so you relax a bit; up until the voices from the other end of the hallway that Sage identifies as bad news. On reflex you reach for your gun only to find it's once again morphed, this time into a semi-automatic pistol; faster and holds more rounds than the revolver, much tighter and less powerful than the shotgun. That should work if it comes down to blows.

Sage's first question is Why Were You Cowering Against The Bar If You Had A Weapon??? Second question is Can He Hold It (Not In A Kinky Way)? Obviously you're not letting him touch it because He Will Play With It Like A Toy, but you do very quickly release the cartridge to let him look at it (and to double-check the bullets - they're still those glowing magical balls). Then you slide it back into the pistol with an audible click! and Sage's tail starts wagging. And y'know? I think he's a little flustered when you have it on your hip like that because,, like,,, y'know how he totally got turned on when you had a knife to his throat? Well he imagines you pulling out the gun and cocking it and. like.

Idk. Idk. I just think Sage likes being threatened and doesn't fully understand what a gun does (at least not until he actually sees you shooting at some targets)

You ultimately decide not to escalate the situation, though, and let Sage scare the guys off.

-----

As you settle into life in Astraea, you learn about your weapon. From what Felix helps you learn, the Astrolabe changes it's shape depending on what you need it for in the moment. The ammo is magical so it's both infinite and fluid, meaning it's strength changes more or less in accordance with what you want.

You're able to get a sight on it,,, a laser, specifically. You don't get to use it very often because as soon as you turn it on, Anisa, Sage, and Stella all go into cat-mode and chase it.

You do eventually let everyone try it out, albeit after a very in-depth safety lesson (or multiple, if we're being honest).

Felix isn't a huge fan of it. It's kind of cool to look at but he prefers his spellcasting. He does enjoy getting to help you test the complexity of the bullets, though. Can you enchant them to do different things, like turning whatever it shoots to water or making it a flamethrower or something?? You guys don't know, but you're gonna find out!!

Anisa has mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it's super cool! She loves learning about Earth technology and weaponry, and she appreciates the creativity involved for how humans have managed to adapt without magic. On the other hand you tell her about all the various atrocities guns have been used for and she's,, a little less enthusiastic. She likes target practice, though.

You have to knowingly keep it away from Sage because he's liable to just start messing with it. It's shiny and it makes funny sounds and sometimes there's a laser?? Instant cat toy for him. At the very least he understands religiously checking the safety and never aiming it at a living thing. He doesn't understand the concept of not touching the trigger until he nearly shoots himself in the foot. Then he gains a healthy level of respect. Now he's a little worried about you accidentally shooting yourself, though...

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[pugwitharug]

Hello! I really want to make a last legacy request, my LL OC is chubby/fat but I'm not real good to explain how the m4 would react to MC being self conscious/uncomfortable in their body.

(ignore the fact that I've had this in my inbox since literally Christmas--)

(by god I will pull myself out of my writing burnout if it's the last thing I ever do--)

Don't you worry my sweet anon, I got you covered

Content Warning: Mentions of negative body image, no specifics on what their body actually looks like

GN Reader, oof this may be really out of character but we're gonna do it anyways, some hurt and lot of comfort, the one thing all the LIs know how to do is give you love

Felix Iskandar Escellun

Felix isn't one for vanity, but he is one for the gothic aesthetic, so you bet he has one of those huge standing mirrors with the most ornate gold-leafed steel frame next to his wardrobe

It's one of the many gorgeous things in his room (not including him heheheheheheh) and it's something you find yourself staring at a lot

You normally do your best to not look at the actual mirror part, but today, your eyes seem drawn towards your body. You're not wearing anything revealing, your fashion style is more conservative by Earth's standards, but you focus a lot on the parts of your body you hate

Your own eyes feel like claws, rending bleeding wounds through your skin. Voices crawl into the back of your head. Ugly. Disgusting. Unlovable. They're hard to block out

You wrap your arms around your stomach, tears stinging the back of your eyes, and you find yourself unable to tear away from the mirror. As gorgeous as the mirror is, in this moment, you want to smash it into pieces

It's now when Felix walks in and sees you shaking in front of the mirror, the tears now starting to roll down your cheeks. He rushes over to you and pulls his cloak off, throwing it over the mirror and pulling you out of your stupor

Once he's sure the mirror is fully covered, he hugs you tightly, rubbing small circles on your back. He whispers comforting words in your ear, refuting everything the voices in your head are saying as if he can hear them himself

It's sort of true, for him. There were times where he felt disgusted by his body, feeling like he's an imposter in a dead person's body. He knows what you're feeling, and he hates that you feel that way about yourself

If he could take all those feelings out, he would. But for now, he's here to help and tell you how much he loves you

Anisa Anka

Being with Anisa has taught you that she can be strong with her opinions about you. Specifically, all the good opinions she has about you

She knows about your self-image issues, and she doesn't blame you for having them!

.....okay, that sounds a little wrong. She doesn't think that you're being dumb or irrational for having those thoughts. Your feelings are valid, and she's here to help you with that

Case in point: the two of you are doing some shopping through the town. Anisa has a free day, and the two of you just wanted to walk around town and see if anything catches your eye

You walk past a fancy dress shop and stop at the window to gawk at the newest dress. It's a gorgeous baby blue color, with white trim and pleating. It's a dress that you would die to have

As you're imagining yourself wearing the dress, your eyes flick over to your reflection in the mirror, and your dreams slowly begin to shatter. Compared to the beauty that is Anisa and the gorgeous dress, how dare you stand next to them. How dare you think you belong in the same space as them

You look away from the window and start to walk away, heart heavy with regret. Anisa notices and gently grabs your wrist, asking what's wrong

There's nothing wrong, you say. You're just ready to move on

Of course, Anisa knows you better than that. She grabs both of your hands and squeezes them comfortingly, reassuring you that those thoughts in your head? Garbage. And you know where they belong? In the trash, out of your fantastic brain and gorgeous body

And by the gods, she's gonna see you in that dress, and she's gonna see you smile

Sage Lesath

Sage never really had body image issues, to be honest. All of the negative feelings he's had about himself are about his actual self, not about his physical body. That being said, he absolutely understand having those negative thoughts about yourself

One of the main ways those negative thoughts materialize in real life is that you always wear pajamas to go to sleep. Full pants and mostly long-sleeve shirts, only wearing short-sleeves if it's really hot. It's in large contrast to Sage's underwear-only sleep style

He's asked a couple times if you ever wanted to try something like a nightgown or wearing shorts, but you've always turned them down. Since it was clear you weren't comfortable with those ideas, he's left you and your sleepwear choices be

One night, you're both getting ready to sleep. He's taking off his clothes, you're putting yours on--or, at least, you're trying to. For some reason, you can't find your last clean pair of pajamas

Did you accidentally put it in the dirty laundry? You rifle through the dirty clothes, scrunching up your nose a little, but you can't find them

Were they shoved into the back of the closet? You get on your tiptoes and feel all against the wooden back, but you can't feel them

At this point, you start to get a little frantic. You need those pajamas. You can't just sleep without them. If you don't, you'll feel your body, Sage will feel your body. Your actual body, your actual skin. Oh, how disgusted he will be

Sage asks you what's wrong, and you try to collect yourself and explain that you can't find your pajamas, but you can't stop the tears from coming and your voice from breaking. Your arms instinctively wrap around yourself, trying to hide from his worried view

He reaches out and pulls you up against him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. His soft hair tickles your nose as he whispers reassurances in your ear

He doesn't entirely understand how you can hate such a gorgeous and divine body like yours, but he's here for you nonetheless. Whatever you want him to do to make you comfortable, he will do it, and he will show you his love in his own way

Mainly through worship. He's a worshipper. We all know this

Rime Solano Varela

I'm gonna be honest, I don't think he really cares about your body like that. He cares about you, of course, but he doesn't give that much thought into what you look like. He's more interested in who you are as a person

Even so, he does understand wanting to feel comfortable in your own skin. He wears what he does because it gives the small sensation of being comfortable, and so he wants that for you too

One day, you're doing some spring cleaning around the house and are clearing out your shared closet. You're pulling out your clothes that you don't wear anymore to put in a donate pile to give it to people less fortunate than you

You're separating your Astraea-bought clothes from your Earth-bought clothes, not entirely sure if you can give away your Earth clothes, when your eyes catch one of the tags on your shirt. There's at least three letters on there, and most of them are X's

You look at all of your Earth shirts. All of them say the same thing. All of them have those damn X's and L's. No M's or S's in sight

Compared to Rime's clothes, which better fit his smaller body, yours look...grotesque. They clearly don't belong here. You clearly don't belong here

You grab all your clothes and throw them as far as you can in a fit of rage that fizzles out into sadness. You stand there, shaking, eyes welling up with tears, stuck where you are with the voices in the back of your head

Hearing the commotion, Rime comes in to check on you. Seeing the clothes strewn about, you standing still in the middle of the room, and knowing your struggles with your body image, it isn't hard for him to piece together what happened

He says your name as he walks over to you, and you don't even get to look over at him before he claps both his hands on your cheeks. As you're trying to recover from the shock, he starts talking

He really doesn't give a shit about what you look like, or what clothes you wear. They're insignificant. Literally just pieces of fabric. The only thing he cares about is you, and you need to start doing that too

His normally icy expression softens as he takes a deep breath, trying to switch gears a little. He just wants you to be comfortable in your own body, and he knows it's easier said than done, but he wants to help you

So let's not focus on what you have and go get something you like, okay? He doesn't know how much longer he can stand seeing you look at yourself like that

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Spicy Times with Sage Lesath (HCs)

Today's content, along with my return to the Last Legacy fandom (sorry I've been away so long, my friends) is dedicated to my darling "child," one of the people I am proud to call my friend. Happy birthday, honey, I hope you enjoy your catboy <3

Character: Sage Lesath

Fandom: Last Legacy

Warnings: Sexy times are discussed, not too much detail. Also serious fluff towards the end~

I feel like funtimes with the catboy has two settings: all or nothing. It depends entirely on what mood you're both in.

Most of the time it's 'all.' Sage is 110% all in. This man's sex drive is through the freaking roof. He wants you in every way, every position, on every surface, you name it. The innuendos and suggestive commentary reach an all-time high. He's ready and willing to slip off at a moment's notice for some quick fun, though he prefers to take his time. He's more than down for getting down and dirty, the rougher the better.

His ideal scenario would be alone at home (well, wherever 'home' happens to be at the moment, anyway) with nowhere to be and sufficient soundproofing or no one around to hear. He wants to be able to take his sweet time and not need to worry about being quiet. If you ever find yourself in this situation, expect one hell of a wild ride. He has impressive stamina and a quick recovery time, so you'll very likely be at it for hours, if not all night long. Let's just say that you'll both be very tired but very satisfied by the end of this.

Let's talk toys for a minute. I don't think Sage is too into them, he usually prefers to do things the old fashioned way with just your body on his, but he's more than happy to include them from time to time to spice things up a bit. I think his favorite would be ropes, just to see his partner tied up under him... also lingerie. He's definitely a biiiig lingerie fan, even if it's as simple as you wearing his shirt. I feel like he also likes the thrill of things, so fooling around in semi-public places would definitely excite him, as would spontaneously trying new things together. You may want to try bringing some food items into the bedroom, too. Just saying, this man would happily lick whipped cream from every inch of your body if you let him.

Sage absolutely loves getting off but he secretly craves your happiness and approval more than anything else, and would do just about anything you want to bring you pleasure. Beware of body worshipping, because once he gets really caught up in the moment, endless praises will start slipping off his tongue. Speaking of his tongue, have I mentioned that he's very good at this? He has enough experience to know exactly what he's doing, and he's surprisingly perceptive in bed, so he's quick to adapt to his partner's specific needs and responses.

His other setting, though, is exclusive to you. This man has had a ton of sex over the years, but he's never once come close to making love. But once he finds a partner, once he falls for someone? That changes. Suddenly things are far more passionate, more intimate, fueled by love instead of just lust.

I'm talking the kind of affectionate, cuddly, loving sex where you're tangled up so tightly that you don't know where he begins and you end and yet it's still not close enough. Soft touches and languid movements, savouring every single second you spend lost in one another. The sort of sex that is a love letter and a prayer rolled into one, worshipping one another while simultaneously thanking the powers that be for allowing this to happen. Words of devotion and praise and affection whispered against skin, pressed into kisses, devoured in a kiss that travels straight to the soul.

This doesn't happen terribly often. Don't get me wrong, if it's what you want or prefer, Sage is more than happy to accommodate that. But for it to truly become that intense, he needs to be in the right headspace. Sometimes it happens randomly, but most often this is the result of being separated for a while or having a dangerous experience. Anything that makes him want to hold you tight and never let go. Another reliable trigger for this is if Sage himself is having a bad time emotionally, if something significant has happened to shake him up or bring his mood down. He basically becomes a lonely kitten, and this is one of the ways of making him feel better.

Sage is also surprisingly good at aftercare. Sure, he's not exactly known for that, as half the time there isn't really time nor the need after his flings - but with a partner, that, too, changes. It doesn't matter if it's the roughest sex you've ever had or the softest, he's going to spoil you as much as possible afterwards. He'll help you clean up and bring you snacks and water, make sure you have everything you could possibly need... and then it's cuddle time. He gets so clingy after sex. He wants to be wrapped around you one way or another, probably purring up a storm, especially if you scratch his ears. Post-sex naps are very common for him, and now for you too, because good luck getting away from him in that state. He's a lovesick kitten.

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[fellisllupus]

with you, forever.

relationships: sage lesath/reader

warnings: reader's mind tortures them with negative thoughts, nightmares, physical contact (nothing suggestive,) reader's gender is not mentioned.

length: 2.2k characters.

a/n: NO ONE told me that the series were left unfinished when i started last legacy and hyperfixated on it and and now im heartbroken and depressed ☹️☹️ i wrote this fic to cope with how much i love sage so it is completely self indulgent. might have grammar errors, enjoy!

he knew something was bothering you.

he could always tell, as if it came naturally to him. and now, sitting on one of the bar chairs, tail swishing with worry, you could sense he was pending in his mind about confronting you.

you didn't mind.

actually, maybe you even needed it.

needed for someone to hear, or just even be there; as long as you're aware someone knows that you are not okay. it was all you needed.

taking even steps towards his side, thoughts clouding your eyes that you didn't even seem notice what's going on around you. you just had your destination in your mind,

sage,

and your body, soul, seems to always know how to get beside him, even when you didn't see where you're going from looking through your mind; the picture of him, bloodied face stoic unlike his usual self, with that black eyepatch covering his right eye.

was it really just a dream?

did this 'gramme' guy even exist? was he just a figment of your imagination that your brain used to make you suffer as you slept that night? or maybe you, being in a bar with sage, drinking the night away without any worries was the real dream.

you didn't know,

nor did you want to know.

your mind kept speaking to you, making sure you're listening the sorrowful ideas because oh god, what would we do if you could just stop thinking for a minute. that wouldn't do at all!—

you suddenly feel his hand on top of yours, saving you from the torture that your mind is, even if for just a minute.

as of now, it had been two drinks since you stepped into the bar; and walked silently to him. he still hasn't commented on your dazed self, even though he knew something was bothering you; and you knew he knew.

but it was okay.

as long as he's here with you, even if as a cruel game of your mind; you didn't care, you told yourself.

that you wouldn't care, because if it isn't real; you would eventually move on from this world, from him,

liar.

though, in the dim light of the moon, falling from the window and resting like silk on top of both you as your silhouettes laid tangled,

as he engulfes you into a safe hug in your bed, kissing the crown of your head as he does everynight when he thought you were asleep;

your mind told you that he is real.

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Substitute Lovers - Sage Lesath + FWB!Felix (pt. 5)

Word Count: 5,069

Warnings: Blood, fighting, suggestive scenes. Minors DNI.

Pt. 4 here!

Sage notices the ring on your finger as you come down the stairs before he notices the rest of you. It fixes his attention, pulls him into its gravity, like a dying star.

You look like a stranger, clothes in fabrics and colors that aren’t your own; more of a costume than the one you first appeared to him in when Felix transported you to Astrea. But for all the work Anisa and Felix put into your disguise no jewelry adorns your frame, aside from the ring. Sage pleads, with all the strength in him, to be strong enough to let that go.

He sits against the wall, elbows propped against his knees, picking at cloth fibers that’d worked their way into his gauntlet. Most of his night was spent caring for his armor, sharpening his weapons, and pacing around Fathom. The chilled venom of his past bit into his chest every time Sage thought about taking you to that market; and the ache of memories he tried to drown out continued to resurface like buoyant remnants of a shipwreck.

This would not be the first time Sage entered the black market, but it would be the first time he entered it without any friends on the inside. The tap of your footsteps against the floor shakes him from his reverie, lulling him into the uneasy arms of the present moment.

He makes no effort to curb his staring as you make your way towards him, caught somewhere between the inner tension of this realization and the strangeness of missing you even as you stand right in front of him. Sage doesn't recognize the expression on your face as the gentle thud of your footsteps stops a few inches in front of his own. Slowly, he cranes his chin upwards until he meets your eyes.

“Just say it.”

“You look like an asshole,” Sage chuckles.

“I feel like an asshole,” you mumble, taking him in. He already looks worn, like he somehow managed to make his way to Porrima in the night, deep shadows underlying his golden eyes. “I think it’s a mix of Felix’s old school uniforms and Anisa’s training gear. Hand-me-down casserole.”

“Sounds about right, wearing the worst to visit the worst.” Sage flashes one of his winning smiles at you that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Just let me know if you’d like any help taking it off.”

"I thought this was one of your old haunts," you reply, picking up on a string of tension between the two of you, but unsure of how to remedy the situation.

What did it mean, for you to think this of him? How far did you think he'd sunk into the underbelly of Porrima? How steep was the incline of his downfall in your mind? How undeserving did you mark him of your understanding?

"Got boring after a while. Not a whole lot to steal in a market full of thieves. Sage lurches forward, pushing against the ground to bring himself upright. "Besides, it's hard being the prettiest face in the crime ring, you're more of a target that way."

You make a small sound of acknowledgement, taking a moment to pull at the hem of the just-too-tight shirt you were wearing. Sage's eyes strayed for a moment, taking in the places the garment hugged your form along your waist before gradually growing to accommodate the expanse of your-

"C'mon, Sage. The outfit can't be that bad." You chastise him without knowing you're doing so. He thanks the gods silently.

"Just looking for what party favors they equipped you with," he mutters. He's already picked up on the outline of a dagger against your hip, faintly bulging against the fabric of your skirts, along with the purple bruises lingering on the skin of your collarbone. “Since you and Felix were strategizing for so long last night, I figured you must have gotten something nice.”

He watches as your arms cross and cheeks redden, but you don’t look away.

* * * In all fairness, the night did legitimately start with strategizing. You visited Felix for further instruction on utilizing the charms he placed on the ring and to clarify what you should expect out of the black market. It was only your intention to converse with him, to gain the smallest amount of comfort that conversation could provide and allow his words to lull you into an uneasy rest in your room.

If you’d have been smart, that’s exactly how the night would have gone. The scene plays in your memory now, shame and desire pooling in your stomach.

Now, you hold the ghost of Felix’s breath against your hand as he pants erratically underneath you. You wished you had some way to bottle it, keep it, hold it for yourself when you felt more like a wreck than a person.

Felix’s hair is splayed underneath his head like a darkened halo, in sharp contrast to the blushed skin of his cheeks and neck. His hands are tied by a silken cord to the headboard of his bed, but his feet remain free. He looks like some sort of bound spirit, or entity, and you lean down to whisper how beautiful he is against one of the angry bruises you left against his neck. Just as the salty taste of his sweat dances across your tongue, he whimpers something you don’t make out as he bites the skin of your palm, hard. You wonder if you’ll find your blood smeared crimson against his swollen lips when you pull back.

You still yourself and sit flush against his hips, already missing the delicious friction of a moment ago, but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s close and you refuse to allow him release so easily. Chest heaving, his feet scramble underneath you for purchase somewhere on the bed to create leverage and resume the pace you created. Powerless and pathetic, his hips rut needily against you.

“You’re really making this difficult for me, you know that?” you breathe against his ear, lips brushing against the skin there with the softest pressure. “How am I supposed to leave in the morning when I could have you like this, tied up and waiting for me to use as I please?”

He bites the skin of your palm again and you pull your hand back, pleased to see a mix of your blood and his saliva smeared across his mouth, nearly meeting his chin. Felix gasps, reunited with full lungs and reacquainted with oxygen once more, pupils blown and staring into your eyes. You raise your clean hand to touch his face, wiping away some of his smudged eyeliner. Eyes drop to his mouth as he licks his lips, chin tilting upwards in a wordless plea for you to do the same to him with your own. You exhale onto his face, reveling in his helplessness.

“Have you forgotten how to speak too?” You chuckle, soiled hand running down his chest, smearing the fluids there. He shudders underneath you and it’s almost enough to break your resolve. “You really are pathetic-”

“Kiss me.” He breathes. “Please. Kiss me.”

You suck your teeth for a moment, contemplating his submission. The vision of him underneath you, so willing, sends a shiver down your spine. You lean down and press a kiss on the tip of his chin before running your tongue against his lips. He cranes his head so that his open mouth catches yours, and it’s your turn to moan. Hands balling into fists in the hair at the top of his head, you finally resume your pace, hips meeting his over and over as the sounds of your flesh meeting each others’ fill the room. Felix yelps your name, whining that he’s close, for you to slow down, for you to stop, for you to never stop, and you shove your fingers into his mouth.

You hear a sound from the hallway, but caught in the bliss of this small moment with Felix it passes through your ears and out of your consciousness.

* * * "Are you alright, Sage?" You take a step closer to him, eyes fixed on his face. His heartbeat quickens, hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"Why, have you got something for me to eat?" The words leave his mouth before he's able to stop them, leaving "Of course not" waiting on the tip of his tongue. "We'd be cutting it close, but I think I could make it quick before we leave." Will I still be the same man to you, when we return?

You shake your head at him, right hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I don’t know why I bother with you sometimes.”

Sage doesn’t know, either.

* * * The moon shines bright through the treetops in the forest where Felix’s portal spits you out at, its rays bitter as the taste of sour grapes filling your mouth. Sage takes a moment to look himself over (He checks twice to make sure his tail is still there, and you the memory of Sage muttering before he left that he’d be charging the richling for every hair that went missing in transit fills your mind), before dusting off his thighs and pushing his way into the trees. Dizzy, you follow the sound his boots make as they trample through the underbrush, damp leaves and foliage you don’t recognize smacking against your clothes.

You only have to struggle to match his pace for a few moments however, as soon his long strides come to a halt in front of you at the trees’ edge. The faint smell of urine and other bodily fluids fills your nose as a particularly strong gust of wind blows in your direction from the north.

“That’s the market, all right,” Sage takes a deep breath, golden eyes reflecting the dances of green flames flashing wildly here and there from below in the market. It has the feel of looking into the ocean, faint choruses of raucous songs from bitter voices rising above the treetops like siren songs. Even at this distance you can hear the noises of a fight break out, but Sage remains as still, looking more at peace than you’d seen him in weeks.

“Hasn’t changed a bit.” Sage says, and you wonder where his mind has traveled, even as his body remains affixed to the spot.

* * * “Where are you right now?” Felix’s whispers pull you to the surface of the moment. You’re lying on your side, propped against his pillows, facing him as he picks at the polish on his nails.

“Hm?” Your words feel bitter in your mouth, like a film you can’t scrape off. “Oh, I didn’t realize I was hogging all your pillows. Sorry.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.” his voice is low, but no longer the voice of a lover. It’s genuine, surprisingly so for him, and sincere; the voice of a friend. You’re not sure if you feel more intensely the warmth of this or of his hand as he reaches down and runs his fingers softly against the crown of your head.

“That’s not a bullet I care to bite right now.” you murmur, but you’ve taken a second too long to respond, feeling more fragile as the seconds pass. Your throat burns as you try and choke down everything you want to say to him.

“Bullet?” Felix asks.

“Nevermind.”

“I’m more mind than man, most days,” Felix slowly sits upright in his bed, hands tousling his hair. You listen to him breathe, nearly able to hear the half-formed thoughts skimming the surface of his mind. “That was a joke, by the bye.”

“It was funny.” you reply, eyes fixed on the fabric of his sheets. “Well, almost funny.”

“I’m almost grateful.” His voice has impossibly softened. “But I’d be more so if you’d enlighten me as to your whereabouts for the past hour.” He places a finger to your forehead for emphasis, a smirk belying his tone.

You don’t know how to tell him without hurting him that you’re in your bed. You’ve turned the lights off but forgotten to turn on your fan, and are trying to work up the energy to right your mistake before you drift off to sleep. You’ve just watched a movie - you can’t remember the title, you were on your phone for all but the climax, and the taste of dinner lingers in your mouth. You should call your mother. You should -

You remind yourself that crying won’t change anything, and take a deep breath to steady yourself.

When the tumult of your new life here manages to settle itself, in the small, quiet moments as you lie in Felix’s bed, you’re sometimes surprised to open your eyes and find that you haven’t been lying in your own bed this whole time, that this wasn’t a dream. The feel of the mattress, not quite comfortable, but not quite uncomfortable, and the familiar scratch of his sheets - it feels almost normal. Almost home. The closeness of the sensations is almost inhumane.

“I’m right here with you, Felix. Right where you left me.”

* * * The market grows louder and more disorienting the further you walk into it. You mostly keep your head down, following the white tuft of Sage’s tail as it serpentines through the crowd of people, the concert of curses mingled with conversation ringing in your ears around you. Sage walks with a purpose despite your apparent lack of destination as you make another circle around the same set of booths with an impressive collection of knives and weapons. Worry blooms, like an itch in the middle of your back you can't scratch, as you watch Sage's head flick back and forth as he watches the faces of passersby. The smell of heavy smoke from an unseen fire burns your nostrils.

You do your best to keep your head low and arms close by, as Sage suggested, but the site demands your attention. Each booth (and nearly each vendor) you pass has soot and dirt caked so thoroughly into each crevice they nearly appear to be outlined in ink. The uneven ground underneath your feet is littered with loose stones and garbage, and you struggle to sidestep puddles of water and other pools of dark liquid that Sage bounds around with ease. Tension hangs in the air, floating like unseen wasps overhead the crowd. Glass shatters from somewhere above you, scattering over the heads of the crowd. You pull your eyes from the grimy horizon for a moment, covering the crown of your head with one of the ridiculous scarves Felix insisted upon you wearing, only to run face-first into Sage’s broad back.

“Can’t stay away, huh?” His laugh is barely audible over the noise of the scene around you. He reaches behind himself, hands locking around one of your wrists, and pulls you to the side of an abandoned booth. It looks twice picked-over, once something valuable and now something left to decay in the streets. Just as you start to recognize something of yourself in it, Sage leans down and whispers in your ear, voice soft but commanding. “Watch this.”

He’s placed himself between you and the brewing commotion to his right, but you’re able to crane your head to follow his instruction. Suddenly, one man runs, broken bottle outstretched, charging towards a group of three others. His weapon makes contact with one’s back and he yells something in a language you don’t recognize. One of the men kicks the assailant’s legs out from underneath him before the man who was stabbed pulls an impressively sized knife from the leg of his pants, raising his arm skyward. Sage puts himself in between you and the scene once more, and you’re reminded of the night you first met as he smirks down at you.

“Thank you.” you whisper, trying to focus on anything but the sounds of the fight before you. Your hands knot themselves together, fingers sliding over the ring Felix gifted you and searching for some sort of comfort.

“Just doing my job,” Sage replies, looking over his shoulder. There’s an uncharacteristic tenseness to his posture, and he looks rigid as he clenches and relaxes his hands repeatedly. You watch the muscles of his forearm expand and relax against the fabric of his coat.

“How’d you know?” You ask, half-curious and half attempting to drown out the sounds of snapping and screaming.

Sage raises an eyebrow, exposing the tip of his fangs in another smirk before responding.

“I don’t know anything,” he mumbles. The fight is starting to die down, and you try not to think of the reason for this. “You think too much.”

“I get it, a magician never shares their secrets.”

“Magician,” His tongue moistens his lips, and he takes a deep breath before responding. “Magic doesn’t have a damn thing to do with it. You can feel when shit’s about to go down, when you pay attention.”

“Ah, so it’s your cat-like reflexes.”

He looks down at you, something puzzling in his gaze, a smile ghosting against the corners of his mouth. Even with the light of the moon above you, illuminating Sage’s hair a brilliant silver, it’s hard to make out his expression as you stand in its (his) shadow. There’s a heaviness in his stare, pulling you in like ocean tides, and you curse your own longing.

“Something like that,” he says, turning his gaze from you once more to observe the scene. Bystanders have begun to cajole the fight’s victors and empty the pockets of the losers. “Now c’mon, I think I spotted our guy.”

And so when he turns away from you again, you follow him like gravity. * * * There’s blood on the knuckles of the man Sage grasps hands with.

You’re on the opposite edge of the market from where you came in. A group of five stands before you now, shifty and serious, stares all warm blood and cold steel. The largest one holds your and Sage’s weapons in their arms, reminding you of just how vulnerable the pair of you were against the group. Something about the way they look at you while Sage speaks makes you feel like someone pulled out the drain stopper in your stomach.

“Here’s the patron,” Sage’s voice sounds lower than it usually does, and for a moment you feel as though you’ve slipped into a dream.

“A student.” The man responds, eyeing you up and down. He looks like the memory of something terrible, like a face you’ve seen in a nightmare but can’t place once you wake. “Rare company.”

“Don’t judge the ale by its tankard,” There’s something uneasy in the way Sage smiles so casually, with his shoulders tense and forearms flexed.

“Never do, in this line of work. Which is why I hope you can understand why we’ve taken such precautions.” The man gestures to your weapons, making eye contact with you as he does so. The line of Sage’s spine is tight as a bowstring. The air around you feels thinner, somehow colder, as the two of them discuss amounts, payment. Their small talk has the sharpness of something shattered on the edges of it, and for a moment you’re lost in the swirling of your thoughts. How many times had Sage done something like this before? Was he once in the place of the man standing before you now, with blood on his hands?

Sage calls your name, gruffly, his tone turning the blood in your veins to ice. They’re both staring at you with an unfamiliar urgency, and your courage withers.

“Your payment?” the man barks, extending his hand. Hastily, you remove the satchel of coins Felix gave you from your purse and deliver it to him, hoping he doesn’t notice the tremor in your hands as you do so. He tosses the pouch to one of the companions to his right, who begins counting, without breaking eye contact with you. Your breath quickens.

“Excellent,” his tongue moistens his lips as he fiddles with his pockets, removing four small vials full of an inky liquid. You wonder if he can see the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. He holds one of the vials in his hand, extending it towards you. “Now, if you’d be so kind as to drink, we’ll be on our way.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, your knees threaten to fail you. Your mouth feels dry as you open it to speak, but nothing comes out.

“You think they’re going to spend so much gold just to waste it here?” Sage scoffs, tone betraying his posture once more. “Is this your idea of a joke?”

“Only one will suffice,” the man glares at Sage. “Again, precautions. Your reputation precedes you, Sage Lesath.” He speaks Sage’s name like a curse, like a bad omen, as he stares him down.

“To hells with my reputation,” Sage spits.

“We’ll see each other there, I’m sure,” the man’s voice is full of venom, although his tone remains calm and his demeanor collected. He turns his gaze to you, shaking the vial back and forth between his forefinger and thumb. “If you’d like to leave, I’d suggest you drink. Quickly.”

Sage curses, erupting in protest, even as one of the men strides forward with weapon in hand. His tail flicks back and forth, and there’s a familiar, terrible look in his eye. You wonder how your shaking legs manage to push your frame forward, despite your head swimming somewhere in the clouds above you. You take the vial in your hand, and Sage’s protests are drowned out as the ringing swells in your ears. It feels heavier than its size would suggest, inky blackness swirling like forbidden galaxies in your palm. Uncorking it, you’re overcome with the feeling of standing on a precipice, wind blowing into your face from cavernous valleys below. Sage has gone silent, but you feel his heated gaze on you as you raise the glass to your lips, taking half of it into your mouth, wishing you could remember a prayer to say for the both of you.

The drink is thick, almost oily as it sits on your tongue. Your stomach already feels sick at the idea of swallowing, and you begin to feel hot. It tastes of ash, bile, and something sickly sweet. You put your tongue to the roof of your mouth but can’t bring yourself to swallow, even as it begins to tingle uncomfortably against your gums. Your face feels flushed, and you feel a sheen of sweat bloom against your forehead. Images of Balsam flashing across your mind. Would Felix be able to help, once your eyes were full of the same red glow? Or would you meet the same fate, slumped over against Sage’s feet as he pulls his sword from your cold chest?

You erupt into a violent cough as the liquid hits the back of your throat, spewing it onto the shirt of the man in front of you. It burns painfully as it runs from your nose, gobs of the mixture and saliva dripping from your mouth onto the dirt in front of you. Your breaths heave for a few moments as your head swims.

In three swift steps Sage is beside you, removing the glass from your hand. He downs the rest of its contents in one fluid motion, tossing the empty container at the feet of the man before you. One of his hands comes to rest on your upper back, and you’re grateful for the steady pressure as you fight the urge to retch.

“It’s done.” Sage’s voice has a tremble to it. “Now give us our shit so we can leave.”

The man sighs, mumbling something under his breath that you don’t catch over the pounding in your head. Sage’s eyes narrow as he steps in front of you, his stance protective.

The only warning you get before the blows start is Sage roughly pushing you away from him as three of the men jump on top of him.

Even for all of the training, rigorous as you may have thought it to be, you had never been hit like this. No one told you that when a blow so hard lands to your stomach, the air in your lungs and body goes along with it. Knees giving out under your weight, you sink to the floor. An unfamiliar noise, a half-groan, half-gasp, escapes from your mouth as you try to make sense of the room spinning above you.

You lift your chin just in time to be hit across your left cheek with your assailant’s elbow. You think you hear Sage yell something, but it all feels like background noise over the ringing in your ears and the taste of blood in your mouth.

As your vision goes in and out, you recall Sage told you something, once, about how elbows and knees were the strongest striking points on your body. It feels like he was right.

Aching jaw opening and closing, manually trying to force air into your body, you feel like some awkward, stupid fish. You’re on your hands and knees now, head beginning to swim due to lack of oxygen, the noise still involuntarily making its way past your lips. Mingled blood and saliva drip from your mouth onto the ground like a leaky faucet. The mess stains your hands as you reach for your chest, clawing at the skin there, trying to work life back into your lungs. How ugly a way to die.

A heavy boot crashes against your spine, and a searing pain like you’ve never felt before makes its way through your body for the second time today. You begin to realize that the soiled ground underneath you will soon become your deathbed, and you wait for the mud underneath you to fill your mouth as you make contact with the dirt.

Instead, you feel yourself falling onto something cold, blunt, and metal. As you make contact, the ground shakes violently, sending a wave so powerful and your assailant falls to the ground next to you, unmoving. You grasp onto the object underneath you and roll onto your side, gasping for air, and doing your best to make sense of the blurred images coming into focus of the object in your arms.

The Astrolabe.

Body still aching, you crane your head around the room to look for Sage, ignoring the sharp pains in your neck as you do so.

At first, all you see is a glint of white in a pool of red, his hair reflecting in the moonlight. The largest of the group is sitting on his chest, his gauntleted making repeated contact with Sage’s face, tearing away flesh as it goes. Your knife is stuck in his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. Even at this distance you make out the glow of red in Sage's swollen eyes.

Using the relic to pull yourself into a sitting position, you look around, forcing deep, shaky breaths into your aching lungs. The man who beckoned you to drink is nowhere to be seen, while the bodies of two of his companions lie bloodied on the ground next to Sage.

Leaning heavily on the Astrolabe, you rise in what feels like slow motion. Holding the cool metal in your hands, you will some force, some magic, anything to present itself. Images of Felix in his study, books scattered around the two of you, as he encourages you to look within yourself, to find the thread you pulled onto when you were transported here, to reach those energies. Then, you felt the tingle of energy crackling at the edges of your fingertips, reaching the outer edge of something within you. Then, you felt your chest swelling with the power of it all.

Now, your hands feel empty aside from the cool metal, and the only sensation in your chest is the ache that begins there and spreads throughout your body with each breath. You hear Sage groaning as his assailant's blows grow more erratic with each strike to his face. The creaking noises of the metal gauntlet as it strikes his flesh nearly make you retch once more.

But the noises Sage makes as he lies there, hands clawing at any exposed stretch of his opponent's skin he can reach, that turn your veins to ice. Sage has never been an expressive individual, not with the things that matter. Pain drips so clearly from the noises he makes now, you wouldn't recognize them as coming from him if you weren't looking at him head on.

If the man on top of Sage hears you approaching, he makes no move to show so. He very well may not; you can barely hear your own footsteps over the sounds of their struggle.

You plead with the Astrolabe, the universe, anything and everything, to awaken the same power that brought you to Astrea once more to come to your aid and help Sage. The seconds stretch like miles before you as the scene unfolds in front of you, the man taunting Sage as he takes a handful of his hair into his hand to expose his neck. He pulls the knife from Sage's shoulder and holds it against the swell of his throat, and your body leaps into action before your mind fully grasps the situation.

You feel like an observer, floating over your own body and watching the scene as you draw the Astrolabe back over your left shoulder, bringing it down against the back of the stranger's head as hard as you can. Unsure of where you were aiming in the first place, the relic makes contact with the base of the man's skull, where his neck meets his spine. As quickly as it appeared the Astrolabe disappears, and the only evidence you have of it ever bei.ng there in the first place are the tingling reverberations in your palms. The man slumps over onto his side, knife falling into the dirt next to Sage's face, unmoving.

What did you just do?

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

[nex-thegrimreaper]

Nex-thegrimreapers kinktober

I’ll be posting 4 smuts one for every week released every Sunday

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My requests will be closed this month but will be re-opening on the 31st

Week one:rough sex+creampies/multiple orgasams with dabi

Week 2: wall sex with sage leslath

Week 3: size difference with Muriel

Week 4: edging with Bucky Barnes

Dabi’s fic comes out tomorrow, enjoy lovelies

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[snowinthe-south]

This is only my second attempt at writing an imagine/headcanons.

Also, I can concur with what I see a lot of people complaining about: writing on mobile, sucks.

***Spoilers mainly for Felix's route, just for Rime's part of the post. Small spoilers though, nothing crazy.

Life is great. The LoS has been defeated and Astraea is safe. MC has decided to stay in Astraea to be with their LI of choice and not return to earth. They've officially been in Astraea for over a year. Life is good.

Until MC gets amnesia. Either from an accidental spell or a blow to the head. They've lost all of their memories of Astraea, their adventures, and their loved ones. The last thing they remember is the convention before they were ripped from away from earth, and even then the details are foggy.

Felix is a total wreck. He and MC were practically inseparable. If you saw Felix somewhere, MC was probably just a few feet away, and vice versa. They were never apart, and they liked it that way. So for Felix, to go from always having MC at his side to them being strangers... it was very hard for him.

It was almost like the whole Rime situation again, just in a different manner. It takes a toll on his mental health.

Felix works nonstop, searching for a spell to recover MC's memories, and even begs his father for help. But to no avail, MC's memories are gone. They don't even remember their first time meeting Felix.

Felix soon accepts that his only option is to take care of MC and let their relationship come again naturally. They were rather close, after all. It will happen... it has to.

But Felix cannot silence the nagging thought in the back of his head, his insecurities telling him "it was a miracle that they fell for you the first time..."

Felix doesn't try to force the memories, nor does he let them affect the current dynamic between him and MC. But one day they were in the study, reading together on the couch, and MC drifted off to sleep on Felix's shoulder. It took everything in him not cry, because they used to do that all the time. The faint familiarity of it hurt Felix, because it only reminded him of the memories lost.

Despite the trauma and turmoil Felix had to face regarding MC's amnesiac state, he never gave up on them. Not once. And every tear, every sleepless night, every struggle was worth it when MC shyly took hold of Felix's hand during a walk. In that moment, he knew everything was going to be okay.

Anisa tries to put on a brave face. Of course on the inside she feels like her heart has been torn out. She and MC were about as a close as two people can get, they were friends, and then partners. Now they're strangers- at least, they are to MC.

After being advised to not try and force memories back, Anisa does her best to keep things as casual as possible. But it's so hard for her to not take MC's hand when they're walking through the town. And she catches herself staring off at MC with a lovesick expression more often than she'd care to admit.

Despite the internal struggles, Anisa is probably the one who would handle the situation the best. Don't get me wrong, she struggles immensely, and there are definitely tears. But she keeps a positive attitude, knowing that MC is still the same person that fell in love with her, and she still loves them immensely.

Her mother does her best to help. And by that, I mean she subtly tries to play matchmaker in an attempt to set MC and Anisa up (again). It's quite comedic, MC walking into a definitely not romantic dinner with candles and a violinist and flowers and Anisa standing there like "I didn't do this I swear."

It was hard for Anisa to open up to MC the first time, she's got demons she feels like she needs to hide. But she feels relief when she remembers that MC never judged her before, so they wouldn't judge her now.

It takes time, but they grow to be quite close again. Anisa's patience pays off the day MC turns to her and says, "I think I'm in love with you."

Sage takes it the the worst, no doubt there. He stayed closed off for years, fighting to keep every little skeleton in his closet hidden. Never opening up, never revealing his secrets or speaking of his past. MC fought so hard to gain Sage's trust, to get him to let them in. And all for nothing... they're gone now.

Sage is fully aware it's still the MC he fell for. It's them... but it's also not.

He will never forget the pain he felt when he went to embrace MC that horrid day and they looked at him with a confused expression before asking who he was.

He spent the next few days under the impression this was just a cruel, cruel joke being played on him. After he realized it wasn't a joke, he convinced himself it was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare.

He avoids MC. It hurts far too much. Sage makes an excuse to leave the room every time they come in, and he stays out on missions for longer periods of time.

Tulsa, Anisa, Felix, even Rime all have to keep Sage from drinking himself to death.

Sage comes to his senses one day when MC grabs his wrist to stop him from leaving the room, asking "why do you hate me so much?"

After that, Sage sticks around and basically becomes MC's bodyguard. He doesn't leave their side and becomes very protective over them. He doesn't try and force memories back, but unlike Anisa and Felix he does spend a lot of time telling MC about the time they spent together with him- just leaving out any romantic aspects (and also overhyping himself in the stories).

He finally works up the courage to ask MC out one night. "Like on an actual date?... you, Sage, wanna go out with me???"

The date went very well, and Sage felt from that point that things for him and MC were going to be okay.

Rime is of course, very worried and somewhat distraught. Just last week, MC had told Rime that they loved him, and now they look at him like a stranger. He doesn't know what to do.

However, if there's one thing Rime knows how to do, it's to do what he can with the situation he's faced with. And so, he takes this as an opportunity for a new start with MC. They don't remember his attempts to kill them, so that's a good thing, right?

He's surprisingly soft with MC. Not that he didn't have his moments before, but now more than ever he's just super gentle and sweet.

Trust me, he still teases the hell out of them and bullies them (lovingly). But it kind of gives the others whiplash, because they're used to Rime being all, you know, stabby. And now he's over here patting MC's head... what the hell?

Rime does his best to make sure MC doesn't find out about their past encounters, and begs Felix, Anisa and and Sage to keep quiet about it. And they do, deciding that if Rime wants to tell MC later on, he will.

From the moment they wake up without their memories, Rime is by their side. He spends every waking moment with them and they're hardly apart. MC doesn't mind, because Rime has been so helpful and kind since they woke up in the strange new world. Rime isn't possessive by any means, nor does he keep MC under lock and key. He's just very protective. "They could hardly defend themselves before... what do you think is going to happen if they are faced with danger now?"

He takes his time teaching MC magic and how to use the Astrolab (because Felix never did) and he's a surprisingly patient teacher. Very encouraging, corrects any mistakes but isn't an ass about it. However, does tease MC whenever the opportunity arises. "If you hadn't been so busy staring at me, dear, then you may have heard what I just told you to do."

MC's feelings return gradually, even if their original memories don't. Nothing needs to be spoken between MC and Rime though... they both know. And that's all they need.

#felix escellun x reader #fictif last legacy #last legacy felix #anisa anka #Anisa Anka x reader #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #last legacy sage #last legacy anisa #rime solano varela #last legacy rime #rime varela #Rime Solano x reader #last legacy imagine #last legacy fictif #last legacy

[elysianbohemian]

I just want to go into Felix's study, lay on the couch with a thousand blankets and pillows and watch him read his books (that he absolutely will not tell me what they're about) and he'll sip tea while Stella nips and tears holes into one of Felix's socks behind the couch that he'll eventually will just have to forfeit to Stella,,, the air is warm and comforting from those scented candles he bought that one time in the market in Porrima on a whim and he'll have left an extra cup of tea he's brewed just for me,,,, is this too much to ask for?? am I not deserving of such beauty or am I not worthy of having an evening like this???

#last legacy #rime solano varela #sage lesath #anisa anka #Felix iskander escellun #last legacy sage #felix last legacy #anisa last legacy #felix escellun #fictif #felix iskander escellun x reader

[wiltyard]

SO MUCH THIRST, YET SO LITTLE CRUMBS

#lost in space robot #lost in space 2018 #lost in space netflix #sage lesath #last legacy sage #fictif #fictif sage #fictif last legacy #x reader #lost in space robot x reader #sage lesath x reader

[evanox]

Hello ! Can I mention how much I love your stories and depictions of the characters its *chef kiss* this is why I wanted to make a little request of sort like...imagine if MC had pollen allergies with each LIs' reaction to it and how they could've discovered it (including Rime if you want).

Yes this is self indulgent my allergies killed me and I want MC to bear with me.

Stay safe !

Ahh you're so kind anon!! I hope your allergies ease up soon and I sure do hope I can deliver this in a timely manner <33

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Felix

It didn't occur to Felix to warn you about the pollen-fest Florian's garden becomes during the spring. He was born and raised there after all, so I'd assume he developed immunity as a child, hygiene theory and all that.

You're practicing spells together when you sneeze mid-casting and it blows up in both your faces.

There seems to be no fever to explain all the coughing and itching and fatigue... Could it be the new clothes he got you? The flowers maybe? Once you tell him it might actually be the flowers, and all the greenery surrounding the mansion, he immediately portals you out of there.

It's not uncommon for Felix to get lost in his books when met with a problem he doesn't know how to solve. He might not be all that well-read when it comes to healthcare of the living, but that won't stop him from playing nurse.

"I've wrangled beasts of the void before; surely, I can wrangle your allergies too."

He's unfamiliar with natural treatments and herbal remedies but he's got a book or two regarding the subject. There's no guarantee they'll work, but he hates sitting there and feeling helpless.

Healing magic isn't his strong suit either but he can still fix up a mean potion, though he might be more reluctant to serve you the more experimental ones.

"Wherever can I find someone who suffers the same affliction, MC? Let alone have them accept this experimental medicine... This is why experimenting with the dead is far more simple."

As much as he'd rather you make the tea (claiming you just have that "special touch"), he insists on making you some soothing tea this time. It takes a few tries to get it just right, but what is he if not a persistent man?

Tell him about vacuums and how they suck up all the dust and dirt, and he'll figure out how to pull one from the void, then try to use a spell to power it. Hell, he might figure a void/portal spell that imitates a vacuum. Now the pollen is the spirits' problem.

Unless dragged outside, Stella is more than content staying in her rightful place guarding Lemegeton, so you don't have to worry about her bringing in pollen and dirt from outside. Sage, however, is banned from going anywhere near you.

Anisa

You greet her when she's back from work and Anisa immediately rushes to your side, wipes away at your tears and fusses over you, until you sneeze 6 consecutive times, and that's when she Realizes.

She might be careless about keeping her apartment clean, but not after finding out about your allergies! She insists that you don't pick up anything; she'd hate for all that dust to make your condition worse. So now you're wearing the face mask you somehow still have from the convention, after Anisa pushed you outside the apartment, and you can hear a lot of crashing coming in from the inside as you wait, each time followed by a "I'm fine! This is fine!"

It's actually surprising just how quickly she manages to get her shit together for your sake. Once every week she fills a small tub with hot water and soap so you can both sit together and wash your sheets and clothes by hand. It's not exactly a date, and there isn't much conversation to share, but it's a peaceful, domestic moment, and it's little things like these that make life feel all the more special. She looks up at you once in a while throughout the task, then quickly looks away when you meet her gaze. What's going on inside her head? Oh, MC and I are all alone! In my OUR apartment! We're doing chores TOGETHER! Oh, how fun >///<

You may not touch her when she's back from work until she's completely washed up and changed. She insists, because she will not be the reason your allergies could get worse!

Will soup make you feel better? Hell if she knows, she'll still try to make you one. She somehow ruins the kitchen in the process.

Never tires of saying "bless you" to every sneeze.

The apartment gradually returns to its sorry state of disarray as allergy season passes.

Sage

Is incredibly concerned by how often you sneeze around him. Turns out you didn't suddenly develop allergies to cats or dogs (or ilephta); it just so happens that they can still bring in their fair share of allergens. Sage's hair itself isn't a problem as he keeps it neatly braided, but he can't help what gets stuck in the wild fluffy tufts around his ears or the end of his tail.

Grooms himself more often than ever before, but especially before going into your room. Even cleans out his hair comb more regularly.

"Oh noo MC do you think that pesky stuff is stuck to my jacket too? Do you want me to take it off? ;)"

Please, he just needs to get his cuddles, and no, he doesn't care about your runny nose.

"Your blushy nose is so cute, MC."

"Do you think the snot is cute too?"

"... All of you is cute, MC."

Ok Sage

Felix gifts you a lint roller out of sympathy.

Sage is pretty bummed about you being less likely to go out with him; he's an outdoors cat guy not an indoors one, come on.

Alas, these are the sacrifices one makes for love. He'll just curl up by that sunny spot in your room for the occasional nap. Maybe he'll try his hands at soup or making a neti pot; all that sniffling and coughing keeps waking him up.

Rime

He gets a little too cocky when you keep slipping up during your spar session—missed hits and botched spells—but then you're doubling over and sneezing so often, stumbling as the tears blur your vision, and he starts to feel concerned (not that you have to know).

Well there's no point in forcing it, you'll only feel worse. You're staying inside, we're closing the windows and washing the sheets, and preparing a neti pot. What? This is for his benefit, not yours! What good is a sparring partner with allergies?

He keeps hovering over your bed and you might have to remind him that he's already doing a good job taking care of you, he doesn't need to hang by like you're on your deathbed.

Rime? Preening upon receiving MC's praise? More likely than you think.

But... he does want to hang out with you; he only realizes it when he keeps taking the route that passes by your room and listening in for any sneezing or coughing. And Rime has a hard time admitting to it, even to himself, so he just keeps finding excuses to come by. Give him some time he'll get there eventually 🤧🤧.

Actually pretty interested in Earth science and medicine so he'll ask a bunch of questions about how you coped with your allergies back there. He feels a little less frustrated about not having the astrolabe when he learns that allergy is less of a wound to be healed and more of a Reaction your body has to something—ie your body's own healing/defense mechanism—and healing magic might not exactly counter it, even if Rime still had it. Still, he wonders if there's a spell that can find a way around it.

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[luvring]

for @poisonouswritings : sage, dialogue 9, scenario 20, gn!reader "you know you have to let go of me eventually.", haunted house meet cute(?) where person a accidentally clings to person b instead of the friend they came with

OH EM GEE!! thank u for requesting this scenario i wanted to try it at least once orz

rule 1 for visiting haunted houses: don't lose your friend.

the wood creaks beneath your feet and you hold out your arms to avoid bumping into anything. you can’t tell where your group has gone at this point. you had gotten turned around, the maze of walls and props in the dark got you separated, and now all you can do is trudge forward alone. you’re still waving your arms around when your hand finally reaches something—someone—and you hold them, thinking it was the jacket of your friend.

“god, there you are. seriously, why the fuck did you bring me here?” you whisper angrily. but the voice that responds wasn’t the one you expected, and your next words die at the tip of your tongue when the figure speaks.

“while i’d love to say i was the guy who brought you here, i think you’re talking to the wrong person.”

“fuck—” you jump back, pulling your hands to your chest. you still can’t really see who spoke, only noticing his long hair. “who—”

a crash comes from somewhere in the house and you let out a yelp, accidentally bumping into the stranger again. “here,” he coaxes, slowly reaches for your arm. you pull back a little and he stops. “hey, while this isn’t exactly a regular meeting, i’d rather you hang onto me than have guilt on my conscience for leaving you to fend for yourself. and if we find your friend i'll, uh, pass you over. we should be near the end anyways."

it’s a weird offer. you didn’t know who he was and the entire thing seemed like it was asking for awkward apologies and hesitant moves—especially when you can barely fucking see who’s offering to walk with you. yet you weigh the benefits and cost, knowing walking alone would be awful in another way, and decide to move closer in the end. you clear your throat before speaking, "thanks." if the stranger smiled or did anything, you couldn’t tell. he doesn’t come toward you, allowing you to choose how close to move.

you shuffle close enough to gingerly hold onto his sleeve and he lets you before beginning to walk again. and know you’re only together for a few minutes at most having gone through the majority of the house already. but the weird tension of wanting to cling onto him at every thud and flickering light while knowing he was a stranger made everything feel longer than it was. it doesn’t seem like the guy minded, though, or at least was better at hiding it.

he suddenly pulls you closer into him. “watch out, you could have tripped.” looking down, you spot the props on the floor and mumble a thank you before continuing on. "how the hell did you see that?"

"i used my eyes?"

"thanks." he breathes out a laugh at your response. you stay close enough that you could easily wrap your arms around him if you wanted, and you’re vaguely aware of his arm positioned in front of you in a protective manner.

your proximity only grows as you walk, getting used to his presence. your eyes flicker toward the walls of decorations as you take another turn. “hey, look. see? we made it.” you feel a few taps against your arm and look up. there’s a light up ahead that makes you let out a breath. “thank god.”

but you make the same mistake you did at your meeting—thinking you’d be safe.

you start to pull your companion with you, steps speeding up as you get closer to freedom. by the time you realize what’s happening, it’s already too late as a worker jumps out from behind a wall beside you. you manage to catch a glimpse of their tattered, bloody, outfit before letting out a scream, moving to grab and hide behind the nearest thing. it’s when the thing pulls you along, away from the actor, and speaks that you realize your second mistake.

“did you just try to use me as a shield?”

“i…sorry, i—” you move away a little and stutter as he starts to laugh. “that was seriously a reflex. stop laughing, oh my god, i’m gonna kill you,” you threaten him, though the whine and choked laugh render it empty.

“no, it’s—it’s fine,” he continues to laugh. “i’m the one who told you to hang on. and a knight in shining armour can also be a great wall, i guess.”

“shut the fuck up,” you snort. he’s still grinning as he offers a half-hearted apology, choosing to keep walking towards the doorway with you groaning against his sleeve. once you step outside, you squint at the sudden light and blink. the both of you pause as the sound of crowds become louder—you’re free.

“and, y’know, while i don’t dislike your company,” the newly familiar voice interrupts, “you know you have to let go of me eventually.”

“what?” you look beside you, then down and realize you’re still clutching onto your new ‘friend’ and jump back—just like the first time. “god, sorry.”

“thanks for, uh, letting me hold onto you…” you trail off.you never asked for his name. but he smiles a little, as if he had read your thoughts. “sage. and it’s no problem.”

he has a nice smile. and now that you can finally really see him, you realize how attractive your acquaintance is and feel your face warm. but you clear your throat and do your best to keep eye contact. “is there anything i can do to repay you?”

sage takes a deep breath and hums. he scans the attractions around you before speaking. “it isn’t really as physically affectionate as a haunted house—" you groan at his joke and he turns to you with a grin. “and i know we should probably find your friend, but did you want to maybe grab dinner at some point?”

#nia's 2k follower event #last legacy #fictif #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader

[poisonouswritings]

Okay...hear me out..but ear kisses for Sage.

Like just- MC and Sage are cuddling or smth and MC just cups his ear and plants a smooch right there.

And our boy would be sooooo flustered. And then MC plants more, and more and more. And he's just so giggly.

( on the more dirty side note.. cats ears are very sensitive, so with MC warm lips planted on his ears, breath trickling down his fur. He just freaks.)

- No-shame-anon 🤫

I think about Sage's ears. All the time. Actually.

GN!Reader, sort of a scene, suggestive headcanon stuff towards the bottom but nothing too intense so I won't be tagging it as NSFW or anything but I'll have a mini disclaimer, red text is Sage's thoughts, I haven't really done any writing in like a month so sorry if this is bad!!

Sage has always been very particular about his ears. He didn't let you touch them until he really trusted you (he says it was only because he was cold but you know how he is), and if anyone else tries then they get growled at/bit. And when you're brushing his hair, you have to be mindful of his ears. The bristles of the brush can be painful if you don't do it gently enough, and he doesn't like the feeling of it anyways.

But then he manages to get a bunch of gunk in his hair - and no you're not really sure how, he went out drinking with Tulsi and that's the best explanation you're getting - and you're the one that has to wash and comb it out.

So you do. Slowly, carefully, gently, trying not to pull too much. And he grumbles and growls and bites at the brush but that's what he always does anyways. Frankly, he's more well-behaved than usual, though that might just be because he wants it done faster. You talk to him throughout the process, trying to keep him calm. Tell a few stupid jokes, tease him here and there, that sorta thing. It seems to be working...

Until Stella wanders into your room.

Then Sage is trying to jump up to chase her away. You have to wrap your arms around him and hold him in place because running around will only make his hair/tangles worse. And the best way to get him to stop trying to run around?

Smooching his ear!

It stops him cold. Or, well, hot. His cheeks go red and he gets that adorable flustered smile on his face and his tail starts wagging wildly. The more you smooch him, the more he purrs. It's almost enough to make him forget about Stella.

Almost.

Then she hops on your bed and starts gnawing at your pillow and he actually does chase her away.

But now you know a new way to get him flustered!

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The next time you try it is at the tavern. Sage is getting a little too overstimulated and he can't calm down on his own. It doesn't help that some of his old "friends" are riling him up. 'After all,' they say, 'Sage is only any fun to be around when he's plastered.'

Needless to say you don't like them.

Currently they're trying to pull Sage out of the booth and over to the bar to play darts and do shots. When he tries to turn them down they start needling him, saying he's gone soft. Is he really that whipped? Doesn't he wanna impress you? He better toughen up, or someone else is gonna catch your eye-

You promptly lean over and smooch Sage's cheek. His angry growl softens to an uneasy purr as he finally settles in his seat.

And then you very calmly tell the band to go pound sand (or something much more creative and violent, that's up to you). They finally do back off with a few more mumbled complaints, and you drag Sage out of the tavern to have an emergency cuddle session.

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Back at Fathom, you've piled your bed full of soft pillows and warm blankets. Sage has his cheek on your shoulder, arms around your waist and tail around your knee. He's sobered up for the most part and is now in sulking mode.

He hasn't gone soft, damnit! He's still Sage Lesath, the super cool-and-sexy mercenary who can kick ass any day of the week! And sure, maybe he likes having his hair brushed and his head patted and his forehead smooched, but that doesn't make him any less badass!

... okay maybe a little less badass. But is that such a bad thing? He knows he doesn't deserve it, but-

You promptly smooch his ear. It's all soft and silky and flutters lightly against your lips. His words end in a surprised little stutter and the tip of his tail flicks and fluffs against your skin.

You keep kissing him over and over and over again while also petting behind his ears and that - combined with the buzzed state he's still in - quickly renders him a giggling mess.

No self-deprication for you!!

He deserves to be cared for and protected. He deserves to be soft if he wants to be. He deserves to be loved. And you'll keep reminding him of that as much as he needs.

He's giggling too much to even try beating himself up anymore. Except he's also purring at the same time so your chest/body is vibrating so much it feels like there's a mini earthquake.

Happy kitty cat :3

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Suggestive stuff below!! Nothing too explicit

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You don't even have to kiss him to get him flustered. You can just blow some warm air along the edge of his ear. It drives him up the wall.

His inner ear is softer than the backside. The fur is a little more delicate and overall just sensitive.

B,,bit,,,biting his ear?? Sorry that you're getting a little bit of fur in your mouth but ohohoho!! He's putty in your hands. His pupils get massive and he starts rubbing against you and purring and his tail won't stop wagging.

Sometimes when you brush his hair you give his ear a little kiss/bite and then you just get too darn busy to finish brushing!!

He genuinely will just start babbling and even drooling a tiny bit if you do it long enough. Especially if your breath is all warm and heavy and you whisper that he's being such a good boy for you,,,,, oooooh,,,,,, He Just Perishes™

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #anon asks #no shame anon

[pugwitharug]

This thought has been rotting my brain for an ungodly amount of time-

Ahem anyways I'd like to make a last legacy request with the main 3 (specifically anisa knight wife) with a s/o that's like really fit, like abs and back muscles looking scrumdiddlyumptious. One day their li is like taking that in for the first time and jokingly ask somthing along the lines of "hey s/o lose the shirt" and s/o actually does and caused li to malfunction because on top of the nice bod they got a baddaass tattoo ( idk probably like a intricate flower design you can change it if you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Anyways sorry for my brainworm spreading through the library of other's minds I'll put them on a leash next time!

(this has been rotting in my drafts for an ungodly amount of time--)

Don't apologize for letting your wonderful brain worms loose, they are perfectly welcome in my brain since my brain worms don't always wanna get out of bed

GN Reader, yes you're dating them and I'm not taking no for an answer, suggested body part smushing but nothing explicit, I searched on Pinterest for these tattoos and they're clogging my feed now so you better love this /j, god it's been so long it feels good to write though, I miss them when will they come back from the war

☠️Felix Iskandar Escellun☠️

Let's say for the sake of this that you have short hair, short enough that the neck is exposed

Felix could always see a small part of your back tattoo whenever he looked at your neck, and he had a few ideas for what was underneath the shirt. Maybe it's a huge leaf, maybe it's branches protecting a heart or initials or something. He's always been curious but too shy to ask

One day you're both hanging out in his room. You're looking up at one of his taxidermied animals, a little squirrel-like creature. You know it's roadkill but hey, Felix is good at what he does. It barely looks like it was dead. It's sitting on a little branch atop one of his closets, staring through your soul with wide, dead eyes

Felix is on his bed reading a book on poisonous Earth flowers he snatched from the Void. He watches you above the pages as you reach up to grab the animal. Your shirt hikes up and he gets a little peek at your back muscles

He doesn't even realize he said it until he looks up and sees you giving him a little look

"You think that my shirt is restricting my movement?" you ask with an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on your lips.

Felix's reddening cheeks betrayed him as he tried to keep a straight face. "Yes. I do. Perhaps you should...take it off. So you can reach up high better."

You hold back a snicker at his adorable face and decide to humor him. You easily pull off your shirt and toss it over the back of a chair, revealing your back tattoo.

.....hoo boy he isn't normal now

Not just because he's seeing your ripped bod for the first time but holy shit that's a nice tattoo

You tell him he can touch it just to mess with him. And he does. He takes his sweet time

He traces the stems, the leaves, the small flowers here and there. You can't see his face but you're pretty sure it's even more red now

He finally leaves you alone and lets you put your shirt back on (much to his chagrin)

A few days later, you catch a glimpse at him writing in a notebook, little doodles of your tattoo in the corners

Give him a little kiss on the cheek. He deserves it

⚔️Anisa Anka⚔️

Now, Anisa never knew you had a tattoo. You've always worn a shirt that covered most of it, along with a jacket, and she's never seen you without it

It's not until you two have become closer that she gets to see it

You two are sparring, practicing your swordsmanship skills on the sprawling lawns of Fathom. Thanks to the lovely knight lieutenant, you certainly have gotten better at defending yourself

It's a warm summer day, and with the shirt and jacket on, you're definitely sweating. You take a break and wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand, breathing hard

"You should take your jacket off," Anisa comments, stabbing her sword into the soft grass as she shakes out her arms. "It's restricting your movement and making you overheat."

"You think?" you pant as you pull off your jacket, tossing it to the side. You're wearing a short sleeve shirt underneath, revealing a good chunk of your arm tattoo.

If you were close enough, you might have been able to see Anisa's pupils dilate a little. She reaches for the hilt of her sword, but misses the first few times. "Actually...you should take your shirt off too. Overheating, again. Wouldn't hurt to give your body all, all the room to cool off."

You know she's just saying something random to get your shirt off, but you decide to indulge her. You take off your sweat-stained shirt and let it rest with your jacket.

She doesn't even notice your scrumptious muscles for a few seconds, she's too enamored by your tattoo

And then she notices your mcgriddled abs. And you know she notices

You make some joke about her being too tired to keep sparring, taking your sword and resting it on your shoulder

You honestly didn't think her hair could poof up anymore

For the rest of the day she's just taking you in. Maybe all of you if you're in the mood. She certainly is

🐱Sage Lesath🐱

Sage definitely has some idea that you have a tattoo. You aren't ashamed to show it, but the type of tattoo you got only works with a few types of shirts so he never got the full picture

Thanks to this, other people have definitely noticed it too, as you now see for yourself from your seat at the bar of the tavern you're in today

Sage has his tail wrapped tightly around your leg, ears twitching at anything that sounds remotely like someone coming to you. You tell him to relax, you've dealt with this before, but you know how he is

One particularly drunk fellow comes up and tries to chat you up. Sage growls at him from his seat, telling him to back off. He doesn't seem to get the hint, so you decide to make sure he does

You pull Sage into a heated kiss and start taking the two of you to the side door into the nearby alleyway. Once you lose the guy you pull away, but Sage has something else in mind

"Sage, Sage, he's gone," you whisper as Sage kisses your neck. You can still taste the cheap beer on your lips.

"But I wanna kiss you," he whines as the fluffy end of his tail tickles your wrist. He's definitely buzzed. "I wanna take your shirt off."

You raise an eyebrow. "You want my shirt off?"

He quickly nods, his pupils almost hiding his amber eyes.

You look around. It's dark, plenty of cover, and it's a quiet night. You don't think anyone's gonna come through, so you let out a breath and pull off your shirt

He's...he's so distracted. Not only because of your gorgeous chest, but because holy shit that is a tattoo. And it's even more gorgeous than he thought

He gently puts a hand over the faces, trailing his fingers down to rest over your heart

He thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. And he also wants to rail you so badly. If you are willing, he will slam you right into that alley wall

He also makes it a point to kiss every little part of the tattoo. The moon, the penchant, the succulents, the sun. Every part of it deserves to be kissed

#last legacy #fictif #my writing #headcanons #felix iskandar escellun #felix x reader #anisa anka #anisa x reader #sage lesath #sage x reader #anon ask #thank you for requesting!!! #puggo answers

[radicaldadood]

I forgot I hv tis in my drafts ehek- Tis is old and short tho

MC: wake me up...

Sergio: before you go go!

Chava: when September ends...

Val: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

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Nicky: listen, I can explain-

MC: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000?

Vito: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000!

Chris: You guys are getting paid?

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Ramón: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

MC: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Miguel?

Miguel: Probably “road work ahead”.

Agent Blake: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Felix, setting down a card: Ace of spades!

Anisa, pulling out an Uno card: +4!

Sage, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

MC, trembling: What are we playing-

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Sergio: I actually have a black belt.

Val: in what, karate?

Sergio: no, from Gucci.

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MC: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Chava: Is it me, MC?

MC: No, it’s not you.

Val: Is it me, MC?

MC: It’s not you either.

Sergio: Is it me, MC?

MC:

MC, mockingly: "Is IT mE mC?"

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Vito: Can I be frank with you guys?

MC: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Chris: Can I still be Chris?

Nicky: Shh, let Frank speak.

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*MC, Ramón, and Miguel are sitting on a bench*

Agent Blake: Why do you guys look so sad?

MC: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

Agent Blake: *sits down*

Ramón: The bench is freshly painted.

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MC: We need to distract these guys.

Franny: Leave it to me.

Franny: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Padre Joya, Rico Ferrer, and Dr. Cook: *Immediately begin arguing*

MC, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

#incorrect quotes #fictif #tatw #cmim #two against the world #catch me in miami #fictif two against the world #fictif catch me in miami #fictif tatw #fictif cmim #last legacy #fictif ll #fictif last legacy #nicky valentino #christopher gambino #miguel bravo #sage lesath #anisa anka #felix escellun #fictif x reader #fictif x mc #fictif nix hydra #nix hydra #fictif htll #heir to love and lies #sergio jimenez #chava cerilla #valentina pilar #fictif heir to love and lies