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On a scale from king/queen of the party to shy awkward wallflower, where would you personally place a good match for each of the M4 of Last Legacy when it comes to a partner? Or what kind of traits do you think, a suitable partner might need?
{HELLO sorry I never responded to your requests I kinda completely gave up on LL BUT I was trying to find something and saw this was already fully written and it was a shame to leave it rotting here}
ooo that's a fun q thank you!! I hope I understood it right!!
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Felix
Felix himself has always been a wallflower at parties. Sure, as a toddler, he'd eat up the praises of nobles as his fathers showed off the gifted kid they were so proud of, but he tired out quickly so Florian would rush him to bed before little Fe got too cranky and his magic started going haywire.
He still doesn't enjoy the balls—the nobility's massive egos far too stifling, only rivaled by the clothes his father made him wear.
Even in a modern setting, he wouldn't enjoy parties that are too loud and crowded. Felix might just hide in the kitchen to read a book or find the host's cat, only emerging from the shadows when it's time for truth or dare (he always picks dare, and it's beginning to get scary for others because there's almost nothing he'd say no to).
Felix finds himself more drawn to other wallflowers; even if you don't talk, you can at least look at each other with understanding before moving on.
It's great to have a partner who understands when Felix needs out. Hell, he might actually enjoy the party better with an introverted/awkward partner—it's the perfect excuse to grill any stuck-up nobles if they so much as dare to tease you if you stumble over your words or forget the nobility's strict codes of etiquette; only Felix gets to tease you (as long as you can take it), and only because he finds you cute.
Then you can both grab a snack or a drink and quietly slip out of the crowded ballroom to tour the gardens together. If the music is loud enough that you can still hear it faintly outside, he might just ask you for a dance amongst the roses with the moon as your lone witness.
"How un-noble of you, Felix!" you would tease when Felix leads you off the paved path and towards the arching willow where you'll be perfectly hidden from any other stragglers, then Felix would laugh softly before he presses you against the tree and kisses you until you're ready to be portalled into bed (for sleep or for other purposes, none of my business).
However, I wouldn't say Felix can't appreciate a life-of-the-party partner! After all, it is only a matter of time before an extrovert comes to claim their introvert, thus maintaining balance in this world.
Your joy might even become so contagious that Felix can't help but join, especially if it's too unorthodox for the nobility, leaving a string of offended gasps and/or disapproving scowls behind you—it's all the more reason to love you. You can swing and sway all over the ballroom and cause all sorts of mischief and pranks together, as long as you can respect when he needs to just go home.
Anisa
Attending balls is a minor part of her job, whether she's escorting a VIP or standing guard. From a work perspective, a more extroverted partner might be more convenient for making connections and entertaining guests. Anisa, however, doesn't really have a preference.
An extroverted partner is fun in the way that, when Anisa is standing stiffly in the ballroom by the buffet or the grand staircase, trying to keep up appearances (or even in a modern setting, fussing after everyone in the party), you can help her slowly but surely relax and break out of her shell.
Once Anisa picks up the vibe, she does a 180 and lets out the party animal (though this one's nowhere near as wild as Sage); you can see it in the way her movements are much more relaxed, how she throws her head back and laughs so loudly at the dumbest of jokes, and how she spares a dance for whoever asks—that is until she finds you amongst the crowds and pulls you in to dance the rest of the night away.
Just promise you won't let her overindulge in the wine or the punch (that Sage might've dabbled in) lest she starts acting too inappropriately on the job. You know she can't part too long from the buffet.
An introverted partner is great, too! Anisa won't force you into attending parties with her because it's work after all, but if you still want to come along, she'll take care of you throughout the event, continuously checking over you.
Oh, to have Anisa hold your hand and press a tender kiss to your knuckles as she softly asks, "Are you okay, love?"
I guess you would activate that loophole where it's like, she might not usually go out of her way to have fun at events, but seeing you wilting by the corner will push Anisa to encourage you to have some fun with her, as long as you're up for it; she'd love to pull you in for a dance, your hand held high in hers, and proudly show you off as her lover to everyone.
And if you don't want to dance, well, there's always the buffet! There are so many foods you can try, and Anisa can't wait to hand/spoonfeed them to you.
Sage
He's drawn to the life of the party like a moth to a flame. Sage might be quite the tease, but he still loves being kept on his toes; having someone who can match his pace might even help him burn out all that extra energy.
The loud, crammed taverns are where he thrives, and a partner who enjoys them too adds to the fun. He'll pull you for a dance once the bard picks up a jolly tune, sweeping you off your feet and hopping from table to table as people watch in awe how he swings you with such ease.
Hell, you could sweep him off his feet; he definitely won't complain.
That is not to say Sage would push away the wallflower! He'd try to pull you from where you cling to the wall—wouldn't you rather have fun than look so awfully glum?
Once you explain that you're not necessarily miserable, but the chaos of the dance floor just isn't your scene, he nods in understanding. With a wink and a swish of his tail, he asks you to keep your eyes on him as he blends in with the dancing crowds. You can join in whenever you wish, but until then, you're more than welcome to enjoy the view.
Your discomfort immediately triggers his protective streak, and he'll keep an arm up so people won't keep bumping into you as he escorts you out of the crowded tavern once you call it a night.
If you're attending a party at Fathom or whatever fancy palace for whatever fancy reason, Sage would gladly pull you away from the crowds and the noise to explore all the secret passages and chambers. Hey, you could even find an empty room or a closet for seven minutes of heaven ;)
Rime
Like Anisa, I don't think Rime has a preference. I'd say he might have been partial to a life-of-the-party sort of character—repressed choir boy craving an outlet that he is—but Rime did date Felix, who isn't particularly social. That is not to say that Felix and Rime didn't know how to have fun! I just think Felix's way of 'letting go' is more so through mischief and less through partying or socializing.
So in conclusion, Rime doesn't care how extroverted or introverted you are as long as you know how to have a good time.
If you'd known Rime before as the Starsworn Captain, you might've taken him for a reserved prude, but unlike Anisa, he doesn't really need you coaxing him into being more 'out-there'; he'll compete with you over it. Want to ask him for a dance? He's already eyeing you up and down, looking like he could almost eat you up.
Even on the dancefloor, he'd be looking for ways to fluster you.
Recall how if you choose to remain silent during the first confrontation in the Felix route, Rime would wonder why Felix would choose someone so boring over him? I think, if you're more of a wallflower, Rime might tease you a bit especially if he's interested in you but doesn't know you all that well—not to tear you down but it's his... unconventional way of trying to coax you into coming out of your shell.
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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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Wow! Haven’t drawn Sage in a while. Please forgive the lazy animation, as well! :)
Just a heads up, I did post this to my TikTok, Instagram, and Twitter as well (SweetsFiendish)! <3
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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.
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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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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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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?
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SAGE'S BIRTHDAY
gn!reader | haiii. it's been so long since i wrote for ll i'm pretty sure i'd commit the worst mischaracterization crimes i've ever committed Ever if i tried to write a oneshot but. happy birthday sage ^___<
I'm Incredibly hazy on lore so i have modern au in mind but if it's accurate to the game pretend i didn't say this.
for someone who loves partying, i don't imagine sage is someone who'd tell you about his birthday. he doesn't feel very enthusiastic about it.
but You? he knows you. he knows you'd put something together after finding out. and in notorious sage lesath fashion, he's teetering between wanting that, wanting you and letting himself be cared for, versus going about the day as usual because why put in all that effort? he's content the way things are anyway
one of the others would mention it in passing if you didn't ask yourself. no one voices their opinions on how sage didn't tell you. it isn't unexpected. the conversation instead immediately moves on to what you should do for it
like,, is a bar too obvious. does it feel too shallow? where else could you all go. In my mind this is just a house party but do what you will. you have to be careful with planning a surprise because he Will catch on, especially the week or so leading up to the day. tulsi is definitely a huge help btw. oh tulsi. (said with longing and nostalgia)
ohhh my god him sitting while everyone sings happy birthday. he doesn't get to stop you before you decide to tease him with the very first note, hands ready to start clapping. he rolls his eyes, but he's smiling and not moving to touch the food before you finish anyway
! not totally sure what present(s) i would choose but he's definitely getting a heartfelt card with a few silly jokes that would be written with so much love and care that he'd keep and read it randomly and be overwhelmed by emotion. and then maybe a funny shirt. a sick fucking sword.
!! put a little party hat on him. idc. i will make sure he wears one. if you wear a matching one it's a little easier.
party activities... of course there's talking about past parties. love a little drama and gossip. perhaps truth or dare. someone that isn't even You ends up promising to do His chores for a week ? not sure how that will go but everyone knows where your spare key is now.
PHOTOS :( chaotic photos... group photo around the cake... there's one of sage trying to do a cartwheel for some reason. someone tried to take a selfie with the camera but it was held up way too close and the flash definitely hurt their eyes (it was sage and anisa together while trying to figure out why it wasn't taking a photo.) a photo of rime fighting off people trying to put a hat on him
photo of sage and tulsi copying a photo from when they were younger 😂😂😂 i can't breathe. i can't bre
sage keeps using the fact that he's the birthday boy as leverage / reasoning btw. you're like For someone who didn't even mention his birthday, you sure are welcoming it now. and he's like ? of course. you have to take advantage of the opportunities given to you. < felix is currently, begrudgingly, sort of singing karaoke ?
and then there's the time you spend together alone
i would have reassured him / told him Not to read my letter at the party and to keep it for later. so while he's sitting in bed waiting for you (you forced him to stay away while you cleaned up some stuff because It's his birthday), he decides to read it. Oh man
sometimes he wonders if you're real
by the time you finish up and get into bed with him, sage is quieter and feeling vulnerable, the card put away in the night stand next to him to look at later. he thanks you for everything and your gift while holding you close.
he's always a little confused, stunned, that you'd choose to be with him. choose to stick by him despite all his problems, want to see him happy, love him to the extent that you do. but you whisper happy birthday one last time, pressing a kiss to his head while your fingers run through his hair, and sage thinks maybe he'll let it happen this time, and promises to himself to make it worth it. (and also that your next birthday will be a dream)
as i was writing this i imagined it of course as like, the First birthday you celebrate with him. but i think the years after, he'd let himself expect something and look forward to it more. especially if you promise to one-up yourself like okayyy intrigue. gonna make it a competition now ?
??? i still have my ll tag list but i don't know if it would be a jarring surprise to use it. or who'd still want a tag. um. if ur reading this tho Lmk what present u would get him. for research purposes. curiosity
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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.
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SO MUCH THIRST, YET SO LITTLE CRUMBS
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Drew this for a video I just posted on my TikTok and Instagram.
It’s definitely not one of my best Sage drawings, but it still has some charm to it :)
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Hello, Ozzy. I hope you are doing well and doing magic, as usual.
I have a perhaps a little silly request. Would you write some head canons of the M4 reacting to a MC who just told them (seriously) they are beautiful?
I don't know if you find the subject suitable, but anyway thank you. Love your writings.🌸
I still have several of your asks in my drafts I'm so sorry aofeiuhferpofhuearoifj
GN!Reader, short and sweet, I think this post also more or less fits the criteria aside from it doesn't include Rime
Felix Escellun
Felix has been studying all day. You're not entirely sure what for - something about a spell for harnessing the power of emotions? You're 77% sure that he's trying to find a way to prank Escell - but he's hyperfixating hard. You try to make sure he takes breaks but he's hesitant to pull himself away from his desk unless it's to get a tome from the bookshelf.
So you carry on without him. Do your studying on the floor, practice your spells in the hallway, feed Stella in the kitchen, that sort of thing. You even managed to squeeze in a nap on the couch.
Sometimes you look over to see what he's doing. Different emotions seem to lead to different colored magic. Happy is yellow, sad is blue, angry is red, love is pink, so on and so on. But from what you can tell, this is all only in theory. He hasn't gotten it to work in practice just yet.
Now the moon is high in the sky and you wanna go to bed. But it won't be easy to pull Felix away from his work.
You go over. Squat down beside him and lean your elbows on the desk so you can see his face.
He looks tired. He is tired. He's been at his desk for the last, what, 14 hours? Give or take. That's just how he gets when he's really invested in something. It's admirable that he can have that much dedication, but it's also,, not,,, healthy to be staying up like that. And from the way his brows are furrowed, he's clearly determined to push through the exhaustion.
While he never pulls his eyes away from the paper, he fluffs the tip of his quill against your nose.
"I know what you're about to say. I'll be along just as soon as I can. I know I saw a formula somewhere in this infernal book, and I will find it!"
"Wouldn't it be easier to find it if you were more awake? You look like you're about to drop."
"I most... certainly..." - he pauses to yawn, half-heartedly covering his mouth. His glasses slide down the tip of his nose, and he rubs his eyes before pushing them back into place - "am not falling asleep."
His hair is hanging loose around his head. It really is getting long. You tuck a single soft strand back behind his ear. You can see his eyes starting to close before he jolts himself back awake. So you lean closer and kiss his cheek.
"Alright, alright. You know yourself better than I do. I just think it'd be good to get some beauty sleep - but you're already so beautiful, I guess you don't need it."
..... *strangled noise of mortification*
A light yellow ball of energy - streaked with pink - sparks at his fingertips, surprising both of you.
........ :)
His silver eyes widen as the sudden breakthrough wakes him up. He's positively beaming in excitement as he grabs his quill again, frantically scribbling notes.
"MC, you're absolutely brilliant!"
"I didn't do anything?"
Felix turns deftly in his seat and puts his hands on your shoulders. The bags under his eyes are deep and dark and stubborn, but at least he doesn't seem like he's about to faceplant anymore. He does seem surprisingly open though.
"You were honest. That's more than enough."
"Then I honestly think you should go to bed and get back to this in the morning."
"... Five minutes?"
You get up to your feet, kiss his cheek again in goodnight, and head over to your shared room to get some sleep. It'll be an hour at least before he finally gives in to sleepiness, but at least he's happy.
Meanwhile he spends the next ten minutes burying his face in his arms because he's so flustered that he seriously had that strong of a reaction to being complimented like that.
Anisa Anka
Sometimes you like to watch Anisa train.
Actually you always like to watch her train, but usually visitors aren't allowed on the training grounds or you're busy with Felix and Sage or Saaros.
But anyways today is a day you get to hang out with your amazing super strong girlfriend! Yay!
So you're sitting off to the side. Drinking water does not help your thirst™
Anisa,,, in her armor,,,, swinging her sword around,,,,, flipping her opponents over her shoulder,,,,, she's so strong,,,,,,,,,, hehehehe
Oh I'm so gay for her
It doesn't take too much longer for her to finish up. After she gives her troops a few more rousing words and officially takes them off-duty, she comes over to you. Her cheeks are a little flushed, but you can't tell if that's from over-exertion or embarrassment at how adoringly you're staring at her.
"I hope I gave you a good show."
There's a teasing lilt in her voice and a grin on her lips. You hold one hand out, doing the little grabby-grab motion until she sets her hand in yours. You gently brush your lips along her knuckles, all the while looking up at her.
"You certainly did, Beautiful."
...... *hair poof*
Her eyes search your face to see if you're joking. You're not. So she looks away, clearing her throat like she's trying to keep any semblance of professionalism about her that she can.
"Not at work."
Her protest doesn't sound very genuine, though.
You laugh and finally get up from your seat, looping your arms around her waist and tugging her close. She smells like roses. You nuzzle into her neck, kissing the bottom of her chin.
"I thought you were off-duty?"
She opens her mouth but all that comes out is a little sigh as she holds you tight.
"You're incorrigible."
"Well thank you very much."
Sage Lesath
Sage is still wearing his eyepatch. Even when it's just the two of you.
No matter how much you reassure him, he's self-conscious about it. You can't exactly blame him. Not when you know the two things he associates with it; getting mutilated by the Corrupted in the sewers (he says what upsets him most about that is the fact he couldn't protect you, but you're pretty damn sure that's not the reason he wakes up gasping and clutching his body in pain some nights - he went through something horrible and traumatic and he doesn't want to admit it. You're always there for him, though, and that helps) and being corrupted.
So. Eyepatch.
He'll take it off if you ask nicely enough, but even then his hair usually curtains the eye. Or he looks away from you. Or he just keeps it closed.
The rebuild of Porrima is slow-going. People are hesitant to stay in the open for too long. Always anxious to go into the crumbling remains of buildings for fear of finding familiar faces that never got to see the sun one more time.
It happens more often than anyone wants to think about.
Luckily, the castle itself wasn't damaged (of course Mike took good care of it, he needed it for dramatic flair), so the survivors have been able to use it as their base of operation. It gives them access to a medical wing, plenty of supplies, and a safe space to breathe (once Felix and Rime and other surviving mages have purged the last of the corruption out of the building).
Sage never really liked the castle though. It was always too fancy, full of nobility that judged him and rules of etiquette he didn't see the need for. So he prefers to stay in Fathom.
(So does Tulsi, although you think she mostly just wants to stay close so he doesn't vanish again)
The familiarity is helpful. Once Sage has scent-marked everything in the room, he's more willing to sit still and relax.
Meaning you have an easier time convincing him that you wanna see his eye.
It's one of those types of nights. Sage is curled up beside you, arm thrown over your waist and cheek mushed into your shoulder. You're combing your fingers through his hair, carefully scratching behind his ears. You're talking softly about nothing of real importance. Just,,, being together. That's all.
"Hey. Sage."
"Mm?"
"Can I see it?"
In the old days, he would have grinned and stroked his tail up your thigh and brushed his fangs along your collarbone and asked you what, specifically, you wanna see.
Now he just pouts a little.
"Why?"
You lean down and kiss the top of his head, just slightly favoring his left ear in the spot he likes the most. While you keep your tone casual, your words are genuine and clear.
"Because you're beautiful, and seeing you makes me happy."
........ he presses his face further into the crook of your neck. There's a whine in his words, but it's decidedly more light-hearted than anything.
"You... You always manage to surprise me, y'know."
He slowly shifts off of you, ignoring your self-satisfied grin in favor of carefully undoing the strip of fabric. He spends much longer than necessary foucing on it, winding it up around his fingers neatly. It's fraying pretty badly. He should probably replace it soon. Maybe with a proper patch this time?
Then he buries his face in your chest and shyly peeks up at you, gauging your reaction. His hair covers his eye.
You carefully brush the strands away so you can get a good look. Smile. Smooch his forehead.
"Pretty Kitty."
His content purr vibrates your chest.
Rime Varela
Rime doesn't sleep much.
He says it has something to do with dying, or maybe it was the way Felix wrenched him back. All he really needs is an hour or two a night. Maybe three if he's been doing a lot of intense magic.
So what does he do while everyone else is asleep?
Sometimes it's studying. Other times it's practicing what he's studying.
And then other times it's a very rigorous skincare routine.
It's four in the morning when you're woken up by ice creeping up your spine. A glance over your shoulder shows it's Rime crawling into bed behind you, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"You've been busy."
You can hear the smile in his voice.
"All this doesn't come naturally, darling."
You twist around to face him, cupping his cheeks in your palms and using the tips of your fingers to gently pin his ears back against his hair.
"Well, I've always said you're drop dead gorgeous."
....
He tries to glare at you. But you're smiling like you just told the best joke in the universe - even though you make that joke at least once a week - and he can't help but laugh.
"I'm serious!" You protest, but you're laughing too. You drop your hands but he picks them back up and nuzzles his cheeks into your palms.
"You're always serious."
You sweep your thumb along the swath of freckles that bridge his nose.
"You're always beautiful," you reply with a casual shrug.
His nose twitches and his ears flick once before relaxing.
"... Dork."
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MC Petting The Ilephtas, Part One: The Fluffies
I miss having something soft and warm to pet, so I'm making this to compensate. And I also need to separate this post or else I'm never gonna finish this
GN Reader, I debated putting Anisa on here since she's half-Ilephta but I'm not sure if she would get the reaction I'm going for lol, you're dating them in the different scenarios because yes, I miss them and I want them to come home from the war, they gonna be somft......because I said so
🐱Sage Lesath🐱
He's a big physical touch guy, we all know that. He's constantly rubbing himself against you, scent marking you, smelling your own unique and lovely scent, seeing how red you can get when he inconspicuously squeezes your ass lol
And we know it's canon he likes getting his ears rubbed so
*grabby hands* gib me kibby ears
You know that special way he likes it, cupping his ears in your hands while your fingers rub against the thin skin, feeling the heat of his blood rushing through as you massage them. His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a long purr as you sit in his lap, his hands cradling your hips
He especially loves it after long days of hunting down bounties and hitting the taverns and whatnot
I think.......if you pet him before he goes to sleep he'll sleep better and I don't think this poor man has a good sleep schedule
KISS 👏 THE 👏 TOP 👏 OF 👏 HE 👏 HEAD 👏
Mess around with his hair! It helps him calm down! Just don't hit a tangle or he'll bite you. Nom nom
Do you think Ilephta hair is sort of a different quality than normal human hair? Like, I don't know, is it softer than human hair naturally? I'm gonna say yes because I can
You joke that you'd sleep better if you had a pillow stuffed with Sage's hair. He laughs but you notice him trying to push his braid behind his back
Normally touching his tail is a sign of smexy times for him but when he turns around with a smirk and wiggling eyebrows and he sees you innocently twirling around his tail fur he feels guilty
Overall 9/10, wonderful petting experience until he bites you
🐯Lucan de Bhaldraithe 🐯
I looked it up specifically for this and tigers can't purr, but you know if he could he'd be like a fucking lawnmower
He likes it best when you massage his scalp! After a long day he plops his head in your lap and you work your magic fingers on him and he's in heaven
His ears are so fluffy omg. I think they're a little less sensitive than Sage's so you can mess around with them a little more
Run your fingers through his hair...........please 🥺
His hair is so soft, it's a little sad he doesn't have long hair cuz you would have a free blanket
Also please rub his back. I headcanon he has back pain from carrying those fat badonkadonks because the human spine is an architectural nightmare so give him a massage. Rub his back as he tells you about his day. His tail will wag happily
Speaking of his tail he's constantly having it touch you. Wrapped around your leg, your waist, your wrist, your arm, even just letting the fluffy bit tickle your back
Actually I don't think tigers have a fluffy bit on their tail but...I don't care he's gonna be a fluffy boi
His hair is like, a little more smooth than soft if you rub it in the right direction. Like velvet, with a little more poof. I read that a tiger's fur gets more coarse as they get older but Lucan isn't that old
He be just..........babie
🗡️Elowen de Bhaldraithe🗡️
Look, she has a reputation to uphold. If you're out in public and you try to pet her, she will put on her unbreakable poker face
But at home? Hoo boy
Is she a mountain lion? I don't know but I'm saying yes because they can purr and I think that's adorable
She doesn't have as loud of a purr as Sage does, but it's nice and soft. Good to listen to as you fall asleep
BRAID HER HAIR! It reminds her of Lucan when they were young, when he would always mess with her hair as he tells her about every single little detail of his day. It's useful for work too :3
Her tail........it looks soft and sleek, and it is, but it's also pretty strong. Not prehensile, but she can pick up certain items that might seem too heavy
She likes shoulder rubs! It's canon now! Massage her shoulders after a long day and she'll melt into you
She's not a big snuggler but if you're having a bad day she'll offer her head for you to pet and mess with
I also think she tends to bite if you snag your fingers or your comb on a tangle, or growl at you at least but she doesn't really mean it
Or does she.........?
I love her, my wifey. I'm married to (almost) everyone in LL lol
🐇Tulsi Ain🐇
She knows people want to pet her, but when she was younger she probably had some experiences with people petting her, then swiping something of hers while she was distracted, so she might not always be up to being pet
But she'll make a special exception for you. She trusts you :3
The fur on her ears isn't super long but it can get tangled sometimes. Gently comb her hair after she wakes up. She likes it, but she might fall back asleep lol
Does she have a little bunny tail? I hope she has a bunny tail. Little wiggle wiggle
She gets embarrassed if you pat it. But please do. Do us all a service
ALSO👏 KISS👏 THE👏 TOP👏 OF👏 SHE👏 HEAD👏
I think she prefers full body cuddles as opposed to rubs on individual parts, but she won't complain if you decide to do that
But her hands.........hold them........kiss them..........cherish them................
Bumby wife🥺
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Y'all.....this is the screen for when you open fictif now,,,
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*·.✴ sparks.
Last Legacy: Sage Lesath (Fictif Games)
❕: fluff, comfort, unedited, spoiler-free for Sage's route. reblogs are very much appreciated!
nyxelenios: i wrote this at 3 am, listening to coldplay. life's not so good to me right now, but i'm really happy i got enough energy to write this :( also i may or may not have gotten motivation from reading my very first last legacy fic skdjsjdkf
"Sage?"
Oh. You're awake.
Sage stops halfway from securing his scabbard around his waist and places it down against the wall. He smiles softly at your half-awake state. Your yawn is adorable, and the way you stretch is just... Gosh, you're gorgeous in the moonlight, warmed up by fluffy blankets and comforted by soft pillows. You look immaculate.
"Hey... Was my armor too loud?" Sage chuckles as he sits on his side of the bed. You laugh softly, half of your face hidden by the squishy pillows on your side of the bed. "Not really... I felt you get up though. What time is it?"
Your hand reaches for his, and he takes it lovingly, gently. His thumb gently brushes over your knuckles. There's a small scar on the back of your hand, a little accident from sparring. He glides his thumb over that too.
"It's too early for you to be awake," Sage says. His voice is soft, a slight rasp from the exhaustion in his muscles, the fatigue in his bones. You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a slight pout. He laughs softly and cups your cheek with his other hand. "What?" he asks, amusement dancing somewhere in his tone. Your hand holds his hand that's been cupping your face. He's warm... So comfortably and pleasantly warm.
"That means it's too early for you to be awake too," you tell him. He laughs again. It's your favorite sound of all, one of the many things about him that you cherish so much you'd keep it in little bottles. Everything about Sage is so perfect. His eyes, his smile, his warmth... Moments with him are perfect. Nothing else is without him in the picture.
"You want me back in bed, is that it?" Sage wiggles his eyebrows and you lightly swat his shoulder, laughing at his attempt at flirting with you. "Yes, I want you back in bed, you big old coconut." He feigns being offended, gasping and momentarily letting go of your hand to clutch his chest. "Old!? Coconut?!"
You can't help but snort and laugh at him. You roll away from Sage but he catches you right before you fully face away from him. "Not so fast!" he laughs. You break out into laughter too when you feel his hands find your tickle spots. "Sage! I– I can't breathe!" you wheeze between giggles.
Sage stops and chuckles, then climbs into bed with you. He's taken off his merc 'uniform' and armor now, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
He originally planned on leaving for his room after you've fallen asleep. You would always tell him he was welcome to sleep with you, keep you warm and cozy in this chilly room. He'd oblige, but...
Well, he just thought it was too greedy of him to indulge himself like that. Wasn't it too greedy?
The thought vanishes when he has you in his arms, when you're snuggling close to him, when you're warm and comfortable and safe with him.
You lying next to him just feels right. And when something feels right, it's a good thing, isn't it? Yeah... You're the best thing to ever happen to Sage. It might have been an accident, but it was a happy accident.
But, accident or not, he's grateful you're here. He thanks the gods—or whatever was watching over him and you—for bringing you and him together. Whether in Astraea or on Earth, Sage was sure you and he would always end up together.
"Sleep now," Sage whispers into your ear. Your eyes flutter slowly, and eventually they close. He pulls you close to his chest and rubs circles slowly on your back.
"I love you, Sage..." Your whispers tickle his skin, sending sparks flying everywhere. He smiles and places a soft kiss on the crown of your head.
"I love you too. So much."
© nyxelenios, 2022
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