#Felix and MC are DEAD

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

My day be so fine then boom, Dorian

#I made this specifically because of what happened to LL #I will never not be upset #no Sage love confession #Felix and MC are DEAD #Anisa's entire plotline being able to to fill a spin off series only to be forgotten #fuck Dorian and their shitty app #Nix Hydra #fictif #last legacy

[evanox]

Back on my "relics are sentient and bond with their wielders" bs

You know how Anisa, who we never see using a portal spell, managed to use Telos to teleport Mike across dimensions back to Earth instead of killing him when he tried to manipulate her by revealing he's her father?

And how Felix, who had exhausted his relic, still managed to summon Elegy when MC needed protection?

And how Sage's relic remained unresponsive until its wielder finally believed he's worthy and reclaimed his role as a protector?

Anyway what if there isn't actually a constant time difference between Earth and Astraea? They're two different dimensions, not two planets with different orbits. I can imagine that time is fluid in an interdimensional space. What if, in the process of saving MC's life, the Astrolabe sent them back to the convention specifically to jog their memory? Had it not been for the poster, and for Mike speaking about Gramme and Fathom, MC might've never recovered their memories of the other world. And when they get their memories back, they'll finally have a chance to make a choice for themself: stay here or go back to Astraea.

That's why MC ends up teleporting 6 months forwards in Astraea. Going back was their choice, so they had to rely on their own magic, but their inexperience made it difficult to bend both time and space to their will.

#idc if this doesnt make sense my mc loves their family on earth youll take that from their cold dead hands #last legacy #fictif #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #felix iskandar escellun #anisa anka

[hyunsvngs]

HAHAHHS thinking abt what u said abt binnie channie and lix struggling to hit u so now i just wahha know how tgeyd reactvseeing minho and seungie slappinh the fuck out of mc HAHAHSH

i have so got u

binnie would be in awe. you really just let them do that? and... you enjoy it? by the looks of your wet pussy, slick sticking to your folds, you do enjoy it. you're whining, begging seungmin to hit you again and.. well, changbin can't believe it. he can't believe the way his dick is twitching in his boxers either, just from the sight of you giving up control like this. would you... would you do it to him? would you slap him, maybe even slap his cock a little just for good measure? it plagues his dreams for weeks, even months after.

channie would definitely love it. especially more so if you're his girlfriend, and you'd finally agreed to his biggest fantasy - letting one of the boys fuck you. fucking minho hadn't been on your bingo card for this year, but who are you to turn it down, especially when he's slapping you straight across the face and chuckling when you whine. chan would have something awakened inside him. seeing minho treat you like this has him thinking that you clearly like it, maybe he can too? and god, yes, you do - when he's fucking you weeks later and slaps you dead across the face, your pussy clenches on him tighter than it ever has before and you're cumming. it definitely opens his eyes.

felix would be sympathetic. all "i know, i know. it hurts but it's so good, isn't it?" because he too is a bit of a pain slut. felix likes to be slapped around by the prettiest people, so when he witnesses seungmin slapping you like this... well, he gets it. maybe one of his dirty secrets is that he'd love to be in your position, being hit by seungmin while you watch... and when you find out, you just have to make it happen. you'd never known felix would be like this - his lips are parted, cock jumping everytime seungmin slaps him across his pretty, freckled face and it opens you into a new world. you struggle to have sex without slapping him afterwards.

#juno’s asks ♡ #user: alemi-i #stray kids smut #asks: binnie #asks: channie #asks: felix #asks: lino #asks: seungmin

[queen-in-the-shadows]

Hellevator Captivation (1) The Beginning

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

Warnings: drinking! (all characters are of legal age); (eventual): yandere; teratophilia; noncon/dubcon; mxm; memberxmember; mmf; VIOLENCE; mentions of murder (none of the MCs); more warnings on individual chapters. Please feel free to send an ask or message if you feel I miss any warning tags!

Summary: Chan and his 7 crew members crash landed on Zyloren-9, otherwise known as Earth, and are trying to wire their ship to allow them to connect to a rescue group. Until they take an obsessive interest in a peer who is a little too pretty and a little too innocent. They can bring specimens back for scientific studies, right? In other words: Chan and the others take a liking to you and decide they want to take you back with them, they just need to connect a rescue ship—and convince you to walk onto the ship without any questions.

Chapter 1

Chan slowly came to, shaking the fuzziness and whistling birds from his head, unbuckling the chest straps that held him tight to the chair during their rapid and unexpected descent as he glanced around, looking for his companions. Fuck. We crashed. While he couldn’t see his members, he could at least feel the connection that held them together, everyone was fine. He looked over the control system, assessing the damage to their craft before even attempting to piece together where they had landed, let alone on which planet they were possibly stranded. Chan flipped a few switches and pressed a few buttons, to no avail. No reaction. The craft was dead.

He heaved a sigh, turning around and leaving the control room to search in the areas of the ship where the others would have likely been during the crash. Chan reached the on-board gym first, finding Changbin sprawled on his ass on the floor. Chan reached a hand to help the other up, “Bad news, ship is dead. We might be able to rework communication comms, but I doubt it. So, lets grab the others and figure out where exactly we landed.” The two moved separate ways, following the pull they had, one leading to the kitchen and Minho and Felix, the other to the makeshift common-area-turned-game-room filled with Hyunjin, Jeongin, Jisung and Seungmin. The two groups met in the common area, eyes raking over bodies for bumps and bruises, and Chan moved towards the intact windows, glancing outside for any indication of where they had crashed.

“It seems we made it to Zyloren-9 as planned, but I have no clue where we managed to land.” He used the data scanner in his bracelet to analyze the air quality, “As we thought, the air will be fine for us. Don’t worry about suits.” The men soon found themselves outside of their damaged ship, walking through a dense forest and hoping to find civilization soon.

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            Chan and the others had enrolled in the local university, using their persuasion to enroll in classes and offers of jobs to blend in, creating their own frat and not accepting new pledges so as to conceal the fact that they weren’t from Zyloren-9; or as the inhabitants called it ‘Earth.’ Changbin was studying their music, along with Jisung and Chan; Jeongin and Seungmin focusing on science and engineering, although both were taking a few music theory and choir courses as electives; Minho, Hyunjin and Felix were all studying the inhabitant’s idea of dance, and language.

The group would wear items that were trending, often with some sort of coordinated outfit look between the 8 of them, attempting to blend in; although it came to be known to not work so well, as Minho snuck a peek at some of the inhabitants’ inner thoughts. The residents of Earth thought their shells looked hot, not that the males cared. They were just trying to get enough information to either rig the primitive and nearly obsolete technology, or fix their communications network to long distance, so that they can call for help. They weren’t planning on all finding a specimen they would want to bring back to Cleithonia, for scientific purposes of course. They weren’t planning on it being the same specimen, certainly not planning on it being you. The one who both Seungmin and Jeongin met in a few courses, who had been invited to the house before and had the entire crew going nearly feral over the warm, sweet scent of true vanilla—not that fake chemical shit that a lot of the people on the college’s campus wore—and the calming scent of lavender.

No, you… you were different. Entertaining. They all agreed to keep you around while figuring out what to do about their ship but had no idea that each and every one of them wanted to keep you around longer than that. So they did what they did best: threw parties to maintain their cover of frat boy college students, while working on a way to contact Zyloren-9. That was how you ended up at the frat house the first Friday of spring break week. The last day for some people on campus before leaving to come back tanned and hungover after a week of partying on a beach somewhere, and the first day of constant parties circulating from frat house to frat house, sorority to sorority for the rest of the students—those with jobs that wouldn’t give time off long enough to make escape worthwhile, or any time off at all.

Seungmin had been the first to mention it to you, the frat party being held at their house the last day of classes before break. He had told you to join them, not that you didn’t normally join them anyways—he just wanted to make sure you knew he, and the rest of them, specifically wanted to see you there, that they would be disappointed if you didn’t celebrate the week free of assignments and course responsibilities. Innie had joined in with a pout pointed straight at your heart, and ‘how can anyone deny the baby, if you tell him no it’s just cruel!’ It was all the pestering that had you getting dressed up in a pair of tight fit, high-waisted, bell-bottomed jeans and a black, lacy-yet-classy short sleeved leotard bodysuit. You added some black winged eyeliner, mascara, and a lightly tinted gloss to your lips, slid into a deceptively lightweight jean jacket and some comfortable platform Mary Jane heels that completed the outfit before walking out the door to the SKZ Frat House that Friday night.

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You made it to the frat house, greeted at the door by one of the members you didn't know as well as Seung and Innie, Jisung. He was sweet, even if a little awkward at times, always trying to make everyone laugh. You had only met a handful of times, always while you were working on a class project with not much time to spare and talk.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're here! We were wondering if the boys convinced you. C'mon, everyone is around somewhere, let's get you a drink!" You had reached Jisung, who had taken ahold of your hand, giving you a heart smile and nearly dragging you into the kitchen behind him. You stumbled over yourself slightly, since when is he okay with-- what? Jisung had managed to mix you a drink, "It's malibu coconut and root beer," thrusting the solo cup into your hand and whisking you away once more.

"Ji- thanks, but what are you doing? I don't mind I just didn't think you were this comfortable with me around? I know we're friends and all but--"

"Don't worry about it cutie! Everything's fine, let's just find the others. I know they'll all want to see how cute you look all dressed up for us."

Taglist: @moonlightndaydreams @channieandhisgoonsquad @queenmea604 @sky-angel101 @thightswideforhanin @cloudieclair @salfetkablog

#Hellevator Captivation #alien stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids ot8 #skz ot8 #yandere stray kids

[pugwitharug]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Felix Iskandar Escellun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anisa Anka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sage Lesath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rime Solano Varela

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#last legacy #fictif #puggo answers #anon asks #thank you for requesting!!! #my writing #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka #anisa anka x reader #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #rime solano varela #rime solano varela x reader

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Hope (Part 1)

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

Felix Iskander Escellun

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

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

What a hellish punishment.

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

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

This was torture. An infinite purgatory of constant denial.

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

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

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

She hums.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except, theirs always room for improvement.

#fictif #last legacy #felix escellun #last legacy felix #fictif last legacy #felix x mc

[collegetennisoriginstory]

could we get info on felix’s playstyle? our mcs probably won’t get to see them play in the next update so i’m super curious! 👀

Ooh, great question.

I haven't decided fully, actually. Been procrastinating the decision. Feel free to weigh in.

I'm thinking either serve-and-volleyer (because I can imagine them standing at the net and being absolutely untouchable and scary as SHIT) or an ice-cold baseliner who is also an absolute tanker when it comes to returning serve (no chinks in their armor and a gaze that looks absolutely dead inside, also absolutely terrifying).

#ct:os #college tennis: origin story #if #interactive fiction #felix

[fox-daddy]

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

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

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

Felix: thinks about it*

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

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

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

Sage: actually now you sound kind of like a whimp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[j-aborg]

🌑Ch,6 : The Dead of night🌑

Ok here's actual MC content lmao

Felix is the main LI Aster is paired with so uh, yes :]

#fictif #fictif games #last legacy #fictif last legacy #last legacy mc #fictif mc #last legacy felix #felix iskandar escellun #felix has big ahh buttons #i love them sm actually wtf #Asters hair looks like a star oml its gorgeous #Felix looks grape scented

[poisonouswritings]

Hi hi hi

Thoughts on how the main 3 (or M4 😳) would realize they’re in love with mc? Like I think for some (Felix) it would come slower but for sage he’s just. Ah shit. *enters a state of denial*

I think Felix could recognize his feelings bc he felt similarly when falling for Rime. Anisa knows she has a crush on mc and is both terrified and incredibly elated. I have no idea how Rime would react but I bet it’s a mix of self-hate and anger/sadness? Maybe melancholy is a better word? Idk. I don’t think he’d be happy about it at first

Sorry if you’ve already had a similar ask-

- coffee anon (has no better name for themself anon)

I swear I've written this prompt before but I cannot for the life of me find it in the masterlist so. Here we go . Also Hi Coffee Anon I have no idea how long ago you sent this I am so so sorry I would say I'm doing my best but really I'm mentally burdened and struggle to complete basic tasks so I'm not sure that would be completely honest. I'm trying is the point.

GN!Reader, short and sweet

Felix Escellun

You're right that Felix does recognize it from when he was with Rime. And initially that kind of scares him!! Because. You know. The only reason you're here is because he tried to resurrect Rime - for entirely selfish reasons, he realizes that now - and isn't that kinda horrible of him? To drag Rime back from the dead just to fall in love with someone else?

He tries to fight it at first but it doesn't go very well.

He can't really avoid you when he's teaching you magic. He can't stop his laughter when you say something particularly clever, or his heart from swelling when you do something so small yet so thoughtful just for his sake.

It also does not help when you fall asleep on the couch in the study and he turns to tell you something and then he just,, pauses,,, can't help but watch the way the firelight plays on your face and the soft little smile you have as you dream and feel his heart flutter.

I think the moment he really admits it to himself is in the study when he begs Rime not to hurt you. And I think that's when Rime realizes that too.

Ouch.

Anisa Anka

We know Anisa has dated before (I think Ayanna mentions it in Chapter 3? Anisa tried to cook dinner for someone and nearly set the kitchen on fire) so I don't think it's out of the question that she might recognize the feelings. But then we have to ask, why did her other relationships fail?

Well. I think a big part of it was her lying. There comes a point in a relationship where the act of keeping secrets - no matter what they're actually about - causes a strain. The other person has to ask, what exactly is it that Anisa's hiding? And for how long? And does that mean she could hide other things?

Honestly I think half of it is in Anisa's head. She panics and cuts things off whenever her partner starts asking questions.

But you're different. You know one of her greatest secrets - her father's true identity - and you don't seem to really care.

So maybe it's upon realizing that you're so blasé about this that she starts to fall for you.

I think that Anisa probably realized it when you guys were in Rivath and exploring her old house. She realized that she really didn't mind exposing her past if it was you she was showing it too.

Also I think the uh. The confrontation with her father where you defended her probably helped cement it.

Sage Lesath

Man it really does hit Sage like a freight train.

One day you guys are just going on bounty hunts and hanging out at taverns, the next he's pushing you against a wall and kissing you until you're both out of breath and staring at the way your eyes are all half-lidded and your face is flushed and feeling the way your fingers are curled against the back of his neck and

Oh. Oh no.

And then he does deny it. Calls it a crush. Lust. Appreciation for you putting up with his dumb ass.

He starts acting like a tsundere - moreso than usual anyways. Gets huffy when you praise him but still undeniably loves it. Bites when you try to pet him but always ends up purring and nuzzling against you.

And then you're in the cultist temple and that Corrupted grabs you and starts dragging you off, and Sage has to rescue you.

And as he's looking you over to make sure you're okay, feeling his poor overwhelmed heart burn with relief, that he admits to himself that he's hopelessly in love with you.

And then Zenith starts burning and he's able to use his Relic again.

And then the Gramme stuff happens like a day or two later and I start crying

Rime Varela

Man. Okay. So. I always struggle so much with writing Rime because 75% of the time he hates us. And I think the way he acts with Felix is different from the way he would act with you, at least in certain aspects.

Personal headcanon (since it's really all I have to go off of) I think that when you do see Felix and Rime together, the way Rime acts is more along the lines of how he acted when they were first together, before he died. Part of him is afraid that if he lets on just how much he's changed, Felix will be disgusted and leave him.

But he doesn't have that problem with you.

So I think the first time he realizes he's in love with you is when he does something so completely opposite of what he would have done when he was Starsworn - when he was a good boi - and you don't seem phased. You treat him the exact same as you did a minute ago.

Oh he hates you.

But he loves how normal you make him feel, and that's where it all falls apart.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka x reader #sage lesath x reader #rime varela x reader #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #anisa anka #fictif anisa #last legacy anisa #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #rime solano varela #rime varela #fictif rime #last legacy rime #anon asks #coffee anon #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

[stellastarsworn]

So I was thinking about Rime and the fact we never got to know something about his parents.

I already theorized, that maybe the LoS fucked up Felix' ritual on purpose to get his hands on Rime or maybe even his relic, the Astrolabe (which failed because of the MC).

So what if the LoS has something else to bind Rime to him - like Rimes parents or (if they're dead) their relics and that is why Rime works for him? Because he either wants to free them or retrieve their relics?

#last legacy #rime #rime solano varela #rime last legacy #last legacy rime #last legacy fictif #fictif #fictif last legacy #conspiracy theory time #my textposts

[gwenene]

I’VE JUST HAD A REVELATION

At the end of chapter 13, Rime probably kills mc and Felix out of desperation. We don’t know why he does, but depending on mc’s relationship with him, he’s either remorseful about it or just kinda so-so.

HOWEVER I WAS THINKING- WHAT IF THE ASTROLABE SAVES MC, KINDA LIKE IN SAGE’S ROUTE WHEN GRAMME TRIES TO KILL THEM?? THEN MC IS TELEPORTED BACK TO EARTH BY THE ASTROLABE, REALIZES, AND THEN TRIES TO GO BACK TO ASTRAEA BUT IT’S ANOTHER TIME SKIP AND SUDDENLY THEY’RE THROWN INTO A WORLD WHERE THE SPIRITS HAVE GAINED BODIES AND FELIX HAS BEEN DEAD FOR SIX MONTHS??? THEN THEY TRY TO FIND ANISA, SAGE, OR JUST ANYONE BUT END UP FINDING RIME AND CONFRONTING HIM. RIME EXPLAINS THINGS, MC GOES TO THE VOID TO FIND FELIX, EXCEPT HE’S BEEN IN THE VOID FOR FAR TOO LONG (BC TIME MOVES DIFFERENTLY IN THERE COMPARED TO ASTRAEA) AND HE’S STARTING TO CHANGE LIKE RIME DID. WHETHER YOU GET THE GOOD OR BAD ENDING, MC IS EITHER ABLE TO BRING FELIX BACK AS HIMSELF, OR HAS TO FIGHT HIM

WHAT IF THE WRAITH POSSESSES FELIX’S DEAD BODY BC HE’S DEAD SO NOW IT CAN??? I JUST REPLAYED CHAPTER 13 AND IM FULL OF IDEAS AHHHHHHHH

#if you read all of this thank you #I’m so sorry #last legacy #fictif #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #felix last legacy #last legacy felix #rime solano varela #rime varela #rime last legacy #last legacy rime

[akemisjustanemic]

Rime route??

So,, I've had this idea for a rime route for a very long time now. It's more linked to Felix's story. obviously. but I was thinking of a more slow-burn enemies to lovers. where Rime will have to work with MC against the LOS. I was thinking perhaps to explain why Rime acts different was mainly because of the spell the LOS would use to resurrect him. I was thinking maybe this Rime was more resentful towards Felix for trying to resurrect him with the wrong types of spells and such. Again, I believe he has mentioned many times before that he has been through a lot while,, you know. being dead, So that would definitely change a person, too. So the idea goes like this.. Since in Felix's route the ending is where tons of yk those ghost things surround the Escellun manor and it ends in Felix and MC dying while Rime survives I was thinking Rime could find some sort of Relic or a way to change the time and go back to find a way to help. I was thinking maybe despite his resentment, he'd still have feelings for Felix, albeit - non romantic. More of just adoration. And he'd mistake it for love, (also because of the guilt of going against felix and the others and for how he acted. Like I was thinking he'd hold onto every little thing in the past that he can at first until slowly he just starts to accept the many, big changes in his life - he does not love felix anymore.) he hates what he tried to do, but he still adores Felix. So before all this, at the very beginning when they started to actually happened, when he got resurrected he'd have "Visions" or dreams about MC. and he'd think of MC as his "replacement" because in this they'd have to end up with Felix for Rime's route (without choosing Felix as a mentor, ofc. cause that would just unlock his route instead.) Because of said Visions, Rime had a feeling that he had to take MC with him. So he'd time travel, kidnap MC, try to find a way to stop them all from literally ending the world or smth while also denying their feelings for each other. is it obvious how I didn't put much thought into this? LMFAO

#fictif rime #fictif #last legacy #rime solano varela #felix escellun #sage lesath #anisa anka

[evanox]

A recent conversation (recent when I started writing this, I got held up by uni a lot) has reminded me I never wrote in full (at least in here) how I feel about relix in Sage's route ch13-14 and how it was an interesting development that ended up falling flat... It might not be too fair to judge from only 2 chapters, but then again I can’t trust if 2 more chapters would’ve done much of a difference.

Here's what we know about Felix from his prologue and Sage’s route (and a few bits of Felix’s):

Rime died at the battle of Mournfall. That was 5 years before the prologue. The ritual that summoned MC was meant to resurrect Rime, which means Felix has been isolating himself and looking into resurrecting his dead boyfriend for a good 5 years. We know he has an issue with isolating himself from his own route, and in Sage’s route we don’t really see him much unless we’re discussing plans in Fathom’s war room/his office.

Ch5: in Felix’s route we see Anisa and Felix both have opposing, black-and-white views on necromancy. You do have the option to challenge Felix’s views in his route, but in Sage’s, Felix goes behind our backs to use the more unsavory method to get answers out of Balsam and when confronted by Sage, he justifies himself by saying that “it’s nothing worse than what Sage had done to [Balsam],” which, hello, a bit insensitive given that it was Felix and Anisa’s intervention that provoked Balsam and forced Sage’s hand to kill his own childhood friend.

Ch10: Upon finding out about the corruption potion and trying to figure out who's responsible, Felix immediately sides with Rime no questions asked. When the fact that Rime did stab Sage (and unnecessarily tortured him some more even though his goal was MC), Felix's response is insisting that there has to be a good explanation. He can't even look MC in the eyes when he tries to defend Rime. Now I won't begrudge him his defensiveness. Rime was good and kind and a hero to the Starsworn, and Felix loved Rime; it only makes sense that he'd be in disbelief, that he'd desperately try to make sense of the situation. But one would think that the murder attempt would shake Felix's faith, making him start to doubt if this is still his Rime. Because when Rime did attack MC in Felix's route, Felix didn't hesitate to defend them and stand up to Rime. He embraces the fact that this isn't his Rime anymore. But in Sage's route, when it's his friend of well over 5 years getting stabbed and tortured, or when MC is being threatened, Felix prioritizes taking Rime's side even as more clues point to his involvement in exploiting the Griefers and corrupting them.

Ch8: And then Felix is still trying to negotiate with Rime and understand where he's coming from which hey, that would be a fair and sensible course of action if, you know, Rime hadn't just lured us into a trap in the LOS cultists' lair and proceeded to summon a gang of corrupted Griefers to attack the Starsworn gang without discrimination.

Ch 11-14: Even after all of that happens, Felix has been making himself scarce to the remaining Starsworn and continuing his attempts at recruiting Rime (which happens off-screen) and six months later we come back to them walking into Tulsi's tent hand in hand.

Now, I’m not saying that’s a bad development. It’s an interesting development. I like how we get to witness a specific facet of each character’s personality outside their route. Anisa in Felix’s is so strict and disciplined it almost makes her feel distant from her friends even when she tries to be helpful and only in her route we understand why. Felix in Sage’s leans more towards his obsessiveness and how he struggles with moving on and it is in his route we understand why. It makes perfect sense that we’ll come back to Felix and Rime dating 6 months later. No one’s contesting that or asking to be spoon-fed the events that happened off-screen to understand why it happened. All the aforementioned events point to the fact that unless a variable (like MC) is introduced into Felix’s life, he’ll always come back to Rime.

The aforementioned events also point to the fact that it’s really unhealthy. Not only is the narrative very comfortable with it but it expects you (and the other characters) to be comfortable and accept it. Sage is expected to apologize to everyone when he loses his shit over Rime being present but we all just roll with Rime stabbing Sage.

Looking back at the timeline of events in Sage’s route, at no point was Felix shown (or even given the chance) to develop and then he’s thrown into a relationship with his undead, corrupted ex. “But oh! He had plenty of time within these 6 months to grow!” Not only is healing not that linear, but remember Astraea was in upheaval at the time thanks to Gramme taking over, which would’ve easily triggered traumatic memories from the first war. Not to mention that it seems most of his time within the 6 months was spent with Rime, the object of Felix’s obsession for well over 5 years.

But Rime is not quite the man Felix fell in love with years ago, and he can love Felix with every dead fiber of his being but it still wouldn't make him fit to offer Felix the help or encouragement he needs to grow or learn how to move on or even re-evaluate how he used necromancy (the way Felix-route-MC did). If anything, Rime is the only party that stands to benefit from how delusional Felix is in Sage's route, and he doesn't seem willing to question Felix’s skewed judgements. We’ve already seen that Rime left his moral compass behind him in the void. Felix says so himself in his own route.

“Ohhh but tumblr user evanox why can’t I enjoy my evil fucked up reindeer and his necromancer boyfriend why does everything need to be AcKnOwLeDgEd and have consequences and a moral this is just a romance vn”

By all means, enjoy your evil fucked up reindeer. That doesn’t mean I still can’t criticize what half-assed writing that felt like. The beauty of Felix’s route was the complexity of his and Rime’s circumstances and how necromancy is not a consequence-less feat, but one that comes with a heavy price paid by both resurrector and resurrected. For that sentiment to be swept under the rug in Sage’s route even after the writers goes out of their way to give Felix (and by extension Rime) a considerable spotlight is just disappointing.

“Ok but this is Sage’s route there won’t be time to allow them to develop.”

Yeah, I’m aware, but the influence of external factors (limited time, limited chapters) doesn’t mean I have to consider the bad writing good. That’s first of all.

Secondly, it wouldn’t have been that hard to add some subtle details that would’ve significantly acknowledged the relix side-plot without sabotaging Sage’s main plot. Things like MC still feeling uncomfortable around Rime while Sage puts himself between them even after peace was made, a hint of disdain from Anisa or even expressing concern towards Felix (the way she always did in his route), an agitated lash of Elowen’s tail over having to collaborate with the guy who had a hand in corrupting the Griefers and tried to fuck her over when she sought the Starsworn’s help, a sarcastic remark from Tulsi that leaves everyone feeling awkward about having to break bread in her own tent with the zombie deer who stabbed her brother and exacerbated his corruption---all of that would’ve gone a long way to give that development the weight it deserves.

Better yet, I’d like to see Rime betray the Starsworn and try to kill two birds with one stone: keep Felix by his side and make a second attempt at the astrolabe. I think it would nullify all my former notes and make for a great parallel to Felix’s route and how it reality-checked Felix and tackled the consequences of necromancy and desperately holding on the past. I initially assumed that’s where the route was headed but it’s mere speculation and would need its own post, but I do think it would be rather ✨ spicy ✨.

#long post #repeat after me guys 'just because i like something doesn't mean it's well written and anyone who disagrees is a thick illiterati' #rime solano varela #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #last legacy #fictif #fictif last legacy #last legacy rime #last legacy felix #fictif rime #fictif felix #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage

[chimivx]

TASTE. -> 'Haven' from the POV of Hyunjin. (Part Three of ?)

{ Read Part One here. Read Part Two here. }

summary: 'It was the most free I’ve felt in ages, it was liberating, and it was because of Felix. He wanted to get to know me, for me. He wanted to listen to me, to listen to me. He was genuine, and he cared.'

word count: 9k

warnings: 18+, infidelity themes all throughout, toxic friendships/relationships, sexual content, alcohol abuse, struggles with mental health themes, cursing, if I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

a/n: Part Three, oh my god. These people are still a mess. I was hoping this part would've accelerated us faster in the story, but I am unfortunately really enjoying this journey. Enjoy this, and please leave me your thoughts! YES, I had to name the female MC. If she has your name, congrats!

Sliding out from beneath the Ford I had been stuck under for half an hour, I sat up and drug my palm over my forehead without a doubt smudging some grease where I was hoping to wipe away sweat. It was two o’clock in the afternoon and already boiling hot. It was just me, myself and I in the garage today, as per usual, so I opened every tiny window and left the workshop door open, along with the door to our office.

Blink-182 was blasting from the radio, the volume nearly maxed out in an attempt to drown out any lingering thoughts that hung around my subconscious. These were the days I longed for. Days alone were peaceful, and quiet, aside from the music, and I could keep to myself, get my shit done, and not fuck anything, or anyone, up. 

I knew cars better than people, I could fix them faster, too. Though, most times I drug my work out over a couple of days only because I enjoyed it that much.

It was almost like my brain could shut off when I was focused on work. I could do it with my eyes closed. And come to think of it, I actually have, on a dare, and I still repaired everything perfectly.

The two other guys that work in the garage with me, one of them the owner, both didn’t think I could do it. A couple of months ago when a BMW was sent our way with a screwed up starter motor, completely dead, the two of them grumbled over the task while I boasted about being able to replace it with my eyes shut. Neither believed me, so naturally beers were cracked open that night, we spent some extra hours in the garage, and I replaced the sucker with a bandana tied over my eyes with little help.

Talking about myself always made me uneasy, but if someone were to ask me what secret talents I had, I’d for sure brag about that. One of the sparse moments where I actually felt proud of myself.

Slapping a hand to the concrete beneath me I hoist myself to my feet and round the vehicle to get inside of it, being careful to not put my dusty boots on the clean carpet of the sedan. It was a silver Ford Taurus that belonged to a woman in her forties with two boys in intermediate school, so I wasn’t too worried if I left it a little dirty. The backseat gave off obvious signs that two boys around the age of ten occupied that space.

Shoving the key that sat in the cupholder into the ignition, I twisted it, and smiled as the car started. The woman, who’s name was Sharon, or Sherry, just dropped it off this morning with her kids and her husband who drove the three of them away in a pick up truck. Both adults had dropped complaints of other places taking a week to fix their vehicles problem, making them dish out hundreds of dollars for a small problem I took care of in a few hours. They were pleasantly surprised when I told them that it would be done today, and it would cost not even half of what they’ve had to pay before.

Sharon-Sherry almost gave me a hug, I thought the woman was going to fall to her knees. She placed a hand on my shoulder, thanking me a crap ton, babbling on and on about her boys and how they’re soccer players, and she needs the car to get them to practices and games, and her husband’s a cop and works weird hours… I learned a bit too much about her. 

But, the woman cupped my cheek before she walked away to get into her husband's truck and she gave me a genuine smile. A smile that wrapped my heart in comfort. It was a mom's smile.

The comfort broke in half when she called after her boys, beckoning them to get into the truck.

“Shaun! Felix! Let’s go, your coaches are waiting!” she had waved at the boys that were kicking around the gravel rocks in front of the office door.

With a gulp I had taken a quick glance around the lot before I questioned her. “Felix?” 

“My youngest,” she turned to me with a proud smile. “He and Shaun are a year apart. You never hear that name around here, do ya? Felix.” 

At that moment I had wondered if she’d noticed my pale skin go even ghostlier. I had shaken my head and cleared my throat.

“No,” I answered. “It’s… one of a kind.”

Sharon-Sherry agreed with me, then continued on to her children, ushering them into their fathers running truck, making sure they were buckled before she jumped up into the passenger seat.

The happy family drove away, leaving me with their Ford and a pin in my heart.

A quiet day alone, lost in my work without haunting thoughts was what I wanted, and I almost had it.

Sitting back in Sharon-Sherry’s seat with my boots still hanging out of the door, I rest my head against the cushion and take a deep breath. I may have had the radio blasting, I may have been elbow deep in bolts and grease, I may have been on auto-pilot for three hours, but I couldn’t get those big brown eyes outta my head.

Even prior to his name being spoken he infected my mind.

Last night should’ve been a blur. It should’ve been a drunken blur, a second thought this morning when I rolled out of bed and got myself ready for work while Jade slept soundly between the sheets. Instead, it was the very first thing I thought of. Felix.

If he wasn’t such a nice person it would’ve pissed me off more than it kind of already did. I couldn’t be mad at him. He didn’t do anything wrong. It was my own screwed up brain that forced this shit upon me, every damn time. Incredibly annoying. 

“Don’t do that,” I grumbled to myself, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my middle finger, closing my eyes tight. “I’m not annoying.” I repeat aloud what Felix had said to me last night.

On top of that, he also told me to talk to Jade. To talk things out with her, actually talk to her. And I didn’t do that. Not yet at least, last night she couldn’t even let me get a word in, but it’s not like I tried.

Regaining consciousness on the kitchen floor yesterday was a wake up call, and the following evening at Haven just added more fuel to the fire. Talking things out with Felix, admitting what I’ve done to someone other than Jade was a bitch slap to the face. Saying it aloud to someone on the outside of the situation really did make me sound clinically insane, and it was embarrassing. On top of the things I was feeling for Felix, the shame from fully realizing what I’ve done and why I’ve done it was suffocating.

I had to break up with Jade. If she wasn’t going to do it first, I had to be the one to break it off. Especially now that I think I’m harboring actual interested feelings for Felix. 

He didn’t want to be one of the others, and I wasn’t about to make him one- as scary as it felt to think about getting involved with somebody else. 

Jade still lingers after everything. Who’s to say Felix would stick around if something happened? He even said it himself last night that he would leave someone if they did to him what I’d already done to Jade.

Regardless, he stuck by my side yesterday. He seemed to care about me even after I let the shit spill. I should really just try to be his friend. I need to try to be his friend, before anything. He wasn’t someone I wanted to hurt.

Then again, Jade was once someone I never wanted to hurt.

“Jinnie?” Jade’s voice called into the garage from the driveway. Popping my eyes open I didn’t even realize I had closed, I sat forward and spotted her through the streaky windshield. I made a mental note to clean Sharon-Sherry’s windows for her before she came back to get her car.

Jade circled the Ford and stood beside the open door. “What’re you doing?” She was dressed for work, she was on the night shift this evening at the restaurant. Her hair was pulled out of her face and her colorful name tag sat to the left of her heart.

“Just… making sure the car started.”

“Your eyes were closed, I thought you fell asleep,” she said, her eyes taking me in up and down, and again. Shaking my head slowly, I start to smile.

“Not exactly,” I said. Turning the car off I dropped the keys into the cupholder and got out of Sharon-Sherry’s seat, taking the top of the door out of Jades hand and into my own so I could close it.

“Okay, good,” Jade nodded, taking a step backward so I could stand on my feet. “You shouldn’t be in here with the cars running, you know that.” Giving her a curious look I brought myself back around the front of the car to lift the hood. Jade followed right behind me.

“I know that,” I sighed, pulling on a few car parts, making sure everything was good to go. This family had to be called as soon as possible. “You know I know that, but I’ve gotta get it out of here somehow.” Leaning against the car with my elbows, I turned to look at her. She was wearing her nervous eyebrows, though she was trying to hide them. She’s made this face every single time I started to bring up a… girl.

“Yeah,” her voice was soft. “I know you know… I just… got worried about you.” Her eyes fell to the motor of the car, glancing around at all the different parts.

“Are you okay?” I asked after a bout of silence between us. The radio was still blaring nonsense. Jade met my gaze and took a quick breath. 

“Yeah, yeah, no, I’m fine,” she shook her head, “I just… Are you okay?”

I stood up straight, resting a hand to the small of my back.

“I’m fine.”

Jade’s eyes begged me to say more, but I didn’t know if I could. Here I was hoping I’d have a little more time at work before I had to go home and try to talk things out with her, but she showed up unannounced. She’s never done this, even back when things were good. Work was separate for us, our own thing.

She waited a couple more seconds for me to say more, but realizing that I wasn’t going to, she rolled her eyes the slightest and dug into the purse she had over her shoulder.

“Here,” she said, handing me a bottle of water that was still kind of cold. I assumed this was her excuse to mask why she had actually come here.

Taking it carefully I gave her a small smile. “Thanks,” I said, and almost inquired why she was being nice to me, or acting funny.

Then she said the words that made my heart stop.

“Felix called.”

Maintaining my composure I cracked the water open and took a long sip, the coolness relieving the heat I’d been baking under. Swooshing the liquid around my mouth for a bit, I swallowed and nodded, slowly. Then I met her gaze.

“What’d he want?” I asked in the most monotonous tone I could’ve ever conjured up. Jade folded her arms over her chest and sighed.

“He… Jinnie, he wanted to know if you were okay,” she said, her eyebrows knotting together. Whispering, she took a step closer to me, “He told me what happened.”

The anxiety I had been suppressing since I saw her face began to bubble up. That was a vague ass sentence.

He told me what happened.

Felix probably told her that I came onto him in the parking lot of Haven. Stupidly drunk, I forced myself upon him and tried to kiss him. He had to tell Jade as soon as humanly possible, to protect her from the lies I would spread. It was nauseating how I couldn’t keep it in my pants, and everyone agreed. It’s me, I’m the problem, and every single one of them knows it.

“He said you had a panic attack,” Jade said, ripping me out of my tomb of a brain. “You haven’t had one… in forever.”

The breath I took was painful, but full of utmost relief. Out of all of the things Felix could’ve shared with Jade, I’m not excited it had to be this, but it was better than the latter.

“Um, yeah,” I mumbled, crinkling the plastic bottle between my dirty fingers. There wasn’t a reason to lie, or to pretend like it didn’t happen. She looked pretty beat up about it so I’m not sure there was much more I could say to make her feel worse. 

Although… I could tell her I’d been having them almost daily…

“Why didn’t you tell me,” she said.

“I didn’t want to ruin your night,” I shrugged.

Jade rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t ruin my night, why would you think that?”

Shrugging again, I take another gulp of water.

“Stop doing that,” she mimicked my shoulders and swatted a hand toward me, “Talk to me. Why would you think you’d ruin my night if you didn’t feel good?” 

Dropping my arms by my side I pressed my lips together and held in a sigh. Toying with the bottle in front of my chest nervously, I half shrugged, then rolled my head back with a groan.

“I told you I didn’t feel good,” I whispered.

“What?” Jade cocked her head to the side, pointing an ear toward me. Clenching my jaw, I dropped my soft glare to hers.

“I told you. Last night. I didn’t feel good,” I said clearly. Watching the gears shift in her brain behind her gorgeous eyes, I finished the water she brought me and walked away from her to toss it into the garbage just on the inside of the office door. 

When I turned back around I found that she hadn’t moved a muscle. Her eyes were checking me out, though. She loved it when I looked like this.

Last summer I’d do it on purpose. Smear some grease on my forehead, dirty my jeans, rip the neck of my t-shirt just a bit so that when she got her teeth on it she’d be able to tear it right off of me. I truly, honestly, don’t know what it is about girls finding guys attractive when they’re an absolute mess.

I’d come home sweaty, smelling like an old garage with bandages around my fingers, and she was a sucker for it. Personally, I didn’t get it.

“When did you tell me that?” she asked, and I immediately envisioned how she looked beside Chan last night.

“You asked me to dance with you, and I didn’t want to,” I said. She averted her gaze, glancing around the garage that was in disarray. It seemed this discussion was going to go on longer than expected, so I continued my work. Closing the hood of the Ford, I turned on the heels of my boots and started to straighten up the mess I had made.

“Nelly Furtado,” she said quietly. Giving her a look over my shoulder, I huffed a laugh and shook my head. “Oh, c’mon, I love Nelly Furtado.” The smile that danced on her lips convinced me to smile.

“Oh, I know,” I copied her tone, putting a couple of tools into a metal drawer, then I muttered to myself, “Can’t believe that’s what that makes you think of.”

“I was dancing with Chan, right?” 

“Sure were,” I sang, bending over to gather a wrench that laid partially beneath a tire- where I wished to be at the moment.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” her tone took a wicked turn.

Tossing the wrench into the drawer, I spun around with furrowed brows. “…What?”

“You make it sound like I was doing something wrong, like it’s a crime to have fun with my friends.”

Taking a breath, I grumbled, “I never said that.”

“Then, how come, every time Chan gets brought up you get all pissy. You know he’s my best friend, you’ve never been able to accept that. Whenever he’s around…”

I turned it off.

Whichever part of my anatomy was listening to her, I turned it off.

I finished straightening up my work space in the minutes it took for her to tell me off, leaving me with enough time to hear her say, “You don’t even try with Minho anymore.”

I’ve never moved faster, turning myself around to flash her a glare that could kill.

“Don’t I?” I balled my fingers into fists.

“He says you don’t.”

“You saw us last night at the bar, right? We were having a fantastic time,” I sneered. “Didn’t it seem like it?”

Jade, who still had her arms folded, shrugged. “I guess, I dunno, I was a little drunk.”

“Then let me clear it up for you,” I said, taking three steps toward her. “He found me after the panic attack Felix told you all about.” Her eyes show no sign of cracking, she was maintaining her ground. I wasn’t even sure when this became a competition. “Me and Felix were fine, things were good, I was good, and then he came over with his little puppy dog on a leash, and the two of them harassed Felix.” 

If she wasn’t going to question what Minho made me think she was going to question- I was not going to bring it up.

“What they said, the word they used?” I couldn’t imagine what my face looked like. “Felix doesn’t care who knows he’s gay, he told us himself months ago that he’s been out since he was fifteen.”

Jade blinked a couple of times and focused down on the concrete.

“Your friends made a shitty move,” I said, nodding. “There isn’t a person on earth who should use that word. It’s disgusting.” 

“My friends,” she said, looking back up at me.

“Yeah,” I dug. “Your friends. My friends don’t talk to people that way.”

Her lips parted to throw something back at me, but she hesitated and snapped her jaw shut. I knew what she wanted to say. I could see it on her face.

What friends?

“I didn’t know that happened,” she opted to say instead. Folding my hands together I let them dangle in front of my thighs as I leaned backward to rest my body against one of the workbenches.

“Well, it’s not like Felix was just gonna tell anybody he got belittled, was he?”

Jade jabbed a finger toward her heart. “He’s my friend too, Jinnie. They all are. Felix is too nice, he’s not going to start something for no reason.”

My temper almost snapped. “No reason? They fucking called him-”

“Don’t yell at me! I’m not the one who said it,” her own anger shone in her eyes, much like mine. “God, we can’t even have one conversation without you screaming.”

“Without- are you kidding?” I sighed heavily, a sadistic smile appearing on my lips. “If you listened to me I wouldn’t have to do that.”

Jade snickered and shook her head. “And what am I supposed to do with…” her voice trailed off as she dropped her arms to her side and slouched over a bit. With her voice flat as can be, shot me an empty look to groan, “This.” She stood up and adjusted her posture. “So annoying.”

My heart twisted. It twisted until I thought I was going to go dizzy and fall to the dusty ground of this garage.

“Yet you’re still with me,” I muttered as loud as I could. Her expression went wild. There were a few seconds of silence. I thought it had happened, that this was the break up. It was extremely unclear what this entire discussion had done, but one thing was for sure, neither of us knew how to fix it.

“Felix mentioned he’s free tonight if you want to hang out at Haven,” Jade said quickly. “So you don’t have to be alone, and so he can… check in with you about yesterday.” 

The sudden switch in subjects made it obvious that Jade didn’t have anything else to say. That, or she didn’t want to follow my comment up with a single thought of her own. 

And that was what I was dying for most.

The anger boiling beneath my skin calmed like crazy at the mention of Felix and his invitation, but it was weird to feel excited about seeing him while standing here in front of Jade.

If I was going to be his friend though, it was normal. This was normal. Two friends going out for a drink to catch up, to hang out, to chill. That’s what people did with one another.

Jade’s mask slipped for half of a second as she watched me ponder over the invite, and I knew I could tell that she was worried.

“I had no idea you two were that close,” she said. Shrugging in response, not to purposely annoy her, I folded my arms over my torso.

“It’s probably just because of last night,” I said. “He’s- You know what he does for work… right?” 

“I do,” Jade nearly snapped. She took in my quiet being for a minute before she said, “Have fun, I guess.” She started to walk out of the garage, taking her time, letting her feet drag over the ground like she had more to say. “Don’t drink too much,” she mumbled.

Popping my brows, I said, “Don’t have to worry about that, Felix is a good boy.” Jade glanced back at me fast, pausing her stroll.

“Right,” she narrowed her eyes.

“No, I mean it,” I said. “He didn’t even drink last night. If it’s just us I don’t know if I’ll even have one.” The derogatory chuckle that slipped past her lips made me sick.

“Okay,” was all she said before leaving me alone in the garage, either heading to work early or stopping by Chans for a while to complain about me.

I didn’t have much brain power left to process what had just happened, so instead of letting it bug me I decided to push it aside and bring it up later with Felix. I knew he was going to ask about it, he could probably help me decipher whether or not this relationship could be patched up- if I ask him as a friend.

Turning the radio off I snatch a towel from the workbench to pat down my forehead to my neck, and sling it around my shoulders as I take myself into the office and sit back in one of the black leather swiveling chairs. There were two in this single roomed building, black leather chairs from my boss's old home that his wife wanted to get rid of. This entire room was full of things he wasn’t allowed to keep anywhere else. Old baseball photos were on the wall and his desk, knick knacks of all sorts from trips and kids projects littered the shelves… It was homey in the best way.

Taking a breath in the cool air, I sit quietly for a couple of minutes and let my brain go blank. No thoughts of Jade, no thoughts of Haven, no thoughts of break ups, but a tiny, miniscule thought lingered behind. A thought that made me consider calling Felix instead of Sharon-Sherry first, just to tell him that I’d meet him at the bar tonight.

Snatching the phone off the set I press it to my ear, the flat dial tone buzzing without end. Staring down at the numbers, I hesitated, then huffed a laugh. I didn’t know his number by heart. I’d have to wait until Sharon-Sherry picked up her car to call him from home. Gathering the appropriate paperwork, I gave the woman a ring and told her the Ford was ready, acquiring another sweet set of words from her motherly instincts. It’s as if she could tell I grew up without one.

The family showed up within the hour, all four of them pulling up in the husbands pick up that desperately needed new tires, but I figured I’d let them come to me when they were ready. Already complaining about other companies' prices prior to their appointment with me, they didn’t need another expense right this second.

Their sons tumbled out of the backseat in their soccer jerseys with dirty knees and disheveled hair, trailing directly behind their mother like little ducks in a row. They hurried to the car and peeked around at it, babbling questions to me, asking me how I fixed it and what I had done. 

Sharon-Sherry, who was actually Shelley, was talking over them as any mother would and took care of her bill with another soft smile. She thanked me for cleaning the windows that I had done while I waited for them to arrive, cupped my cheek one last time, and ushered her children into the vehicle.

The youngest, Felix, turned around to look at me where I stood in the doorway of the office, propped against the doorway on my shoulder. He smiled wide, missing a front tooth, waved, and said, “Thank you for helping my mom!”

Children were strange little beings. I didn’t exactly hate them, but I didn’t love them. This one, however, with chubby cheeks and a red Gatorade stain on his upper lip- this one was adorable. He got me to smile, and he even got a small wave in return.

Jumping up into the Ford, the boy reached to shut the door with two of his hands and buckled his seatbelt once he was settled. Listening to his mother as she spoke to the two of them, Shelley started the car and didn’t give me another look. Felix did, though. As his mother pulled out of the garage, he smiled at me until his little head couldn’t turn any further.

Shelley seemed like a good mom. I guess kids weren’t all that bad, it just mattered who was raising them.

Closing up shop, I left the paystub on my boss’s desk and clocked out, locking the office door on the front of the building. Leaving through the one that took me into the garage, I locked it as well and gathered my things from the shelf above one of the toolboxes, shoving my wallet deep into my back pocket.

It took me fifteen minutes total to get home after I pulled the garage shut. Taking my time once I got to my building, for no other reason than to possibly avoid Jade, I unlocked my apartment door quietly. Stepping inside into the air conditioning and closed curtains, nobody was home. I was unsure why it irked me though, Jade not being here. It’s not like after the argument we had she’d be here waiting for me, so why was I expecting her to be?

Over by the phone there was a small piece of paper with Felix’s name written on it followed by a number, in Jades handwriting. The tiny smiley face below it that she had drawn must’ve been an attempt to lessen the blow after coming to confront me at work. She was meticulous, she knew I’d come home and see it, she knew we were going to have a blown out of proportion conversation because that's how we rolled.

If she was out for the night, then so be it. I was too.

Dialing his number I waited with baited breath for the thick Aussie accent to bless my ears, and when it did swiftly, and deeply, I smiled bigger than I had all day.

“Hello?” Was all he had to say to flood my chest with warmth.

“Hi,” I began, twisting the phone cord around my finger. “I, uh, got your message.” 

“Hyunjin,” it seemed Felix sighed. “Hey, how are you?”

“Fine,” my shoulders wanted to live beside my ears today. “Just got home from work, I need a shower.” A gentle laugh rumbled through the line from his end and I wanted to claw my fingers in my hair.

“Busy day?” Felix asked. Leaning my back against the counter top, the phone cord wrapped around my torso, stretching with me as I spun around.

“Not really,” I said. “Today was easy, only one appointment.”

“Was it something crazy?” It sounded like Felix had just woken up. Either that or he was really comfortable, relaxed. His voice was twice as deep as usual.

“Not at all, typical maintenance stuff I guess,” I said. “The lady was nice. She had a kid that had your name. He was a trip.” Nibbling my bottom lip, I smiled even wider hearing another laugh come through the phone.

“He’s a bad kid?”

Shaking my head as if he could see me before I answered, I said, “No. Not at all. He was respectful.”

“That’s really sweet,” Felix said. I could tell he was smiling too.

“I met him before I fixed up their car,” I said, then my voice dropped several decibel’s. “Made me think of you.”

Felix took a deep breath, I could hear it. There's a slight rustling around on his side, like he was sitting up, or laying down, either one, before he said, “I was thinking about you too.” 

“Hope you didn’t hurt yourself in the process,” I joked, and he scoffed straight away.

“Don’t you dare start self-deprecating already,” he laughed again. 

I couldn’t help but laugh with him. “Sorry, it’s a habit I guess.” 

“Enough of it,” he said. “You sound like you’re having a much better day than yesterday, don’t sabotage it.”

Bobbing my head, I pressed my lips together. “Does it sound terrible if I say that’s because I spent most of the day alone?”

His end is quiet for longer than before, Felix pondering over what I’ve said. It did sound terrible to say that aloud, and the more time between him saying things made it worse.

“No,” he finally spoke, and I released a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “I mean, maybe, but… You know when you feel your best, it’s okay to chase that feeling, you should chase that feeling.”

“Great, so I’ll see you at seven?” I sighed quickly, catching him right at the end of his sentence. Felix is silent once more.

“Yeah,” he nearly whispered. “I’ll see you at seven. Enjoy your shower.” We both laughed together before muttering quiet goodbyes. 

The call made me feel good. I was going to chase that feeling.

A few minutes past seven I tiptoed into Haven. There weren’t any recognizable cars in the parking lot so it seemed like I was in the clear, even though I was meeting Felix here as a friend. Anxiety holed up in my chest below my heart on the drive over here. Running into other people who are considered my friends wasn’t on the to do list for the evening, and I wasn’t prepared to deal with it.

Yanking the heavy door open, another thing I wanted to change about this place, I walked straight over to the bar without a single glance anywhere else. I beelined for a stool, I almost ran. With a deep breath I rested my elbow on the wood and placed my chin on my fist. 

The music was loud and made me cringe, and the people nose to nose that occupied every square inch of the concrete floor were speaking at a volume that had them yelling at one another. Amazing Haven.

A familiar face greets me from behind the bar, her curly blonde hair pulled back into a twisted bun tonight instead of dangling at her shoulders. With a smile she leaned forward and pointed behind me.

“Are you supposed to be over there?” Dina asked cheekily, giggling as I whipped my head to follow her direction. Felix was sitting at one of the high top tables in the back corner with his legs crossed and his thumb nail between his teeth.

His blonde hair wasn’t styled, it was unruly and free, just brushing his eyelashes and the nape of his neck. Around his neck he wore a skinny silver chain that hugged his skin snuggly, complimenting the pastel blue t-shirt he was wearing. As my eyes drew further down his body, my breath hitched within my throat. The shirt was cropped at the bottom, resting above the waist of his jeans, and with the way he was sitting with his legs crossed, one side had risen exposing the smallest sliver of sun kissed skin.

“He got here a few minutes ago,” Dina said, popping her brows when I looked at her. “Wandered in here with his eyes all big. I was wondering who he was looking for ‘cause none of your other friends are here.” She smirked. “Now it makes sense.”

Clearing my throat, I tucked my dark, clean hair behind my ear and shifted on the stool awkwardly. “You got to know us pretty fast.”

Dina shrugged. “Yeah, well, Minho works here. He talks about you guys all the time.”

Rolling my eyes I muttered, “I’m sure he does.” Glancing at Felix who hadn’t spotted me yet, his eyes were drawn to the people dancing in the middle of the room, I spun back around and leaned toward Dina. “Can I get a water… and a Sprite.”

“Water and a Sprite,” she smiled. “Go sit with your boyfriend, I’ll bring it back to you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said quickly and quietly, my eyes probably ogling out of my head. That would’ve been a fun one for her to tell Minho. Peeking at whoever was beside me, praying it wasn’t a muscley man, I asked, “Why would you even think that?” My stomach flopped. Dina nodded her head slow, letting her eyes draw from Felix to me.

She whispered, “I’m gay.” 

“Oh,” I sighed. Relief rushed through my veins. There was something comforting about her telling me this, having only known me for about twenty four hours.

“I could feel it between you two,” she said. “Friends don’t giggle at each other the way you two were gigglin’ at each other, dude. Plus, everytime you look at him you stink the place up with your fuckin’ pheramones like a lady in-”

“Okay!” I laughed, slapping a hand on the wood to cut her off. Dina grins, proud. Dropping my gaze to the bar, I released a breath and slouched a bit. 

“I won’t say anything,” she said, making me look up at her. The look on her face read understanding, and safety. “I heard Han and Minho last night, what they were saying. I’m actually a little disappointed ‘cause I thought Minho was cool.”

Another roll of my eyes was a satisfying response to her.

“I get it,” she said. “That’s what I mean. And I’m hoping this place doesn’t turn into a homophobe sanctuary.” She laughed at herself. “You’re safe with me. Now, go. You look happy when you talk to him.”

I followed her instruction and stood up, facing the back of the bar with my lips pressed together. Waiting for only a few seconds, I took a deep breath and started for Felix. Felix who looked really pretty. Glancing down to myself and my dark clothes I only hoped that he wouldn’t judge what I was wearing, it seemed he always knew how to dress himself, I didn’t want to look like a schlub next to him. 

His sharp jaw was clenched, pointed directed toward the dance floor, he barely noticed me walking toward him until I was a few feet away. Shooting me a look with wide eyes, he broke out into a small smile and sat forward, his arms still folded over his chest.

“Hi,” he said, watching me as I sat down in the chair across from him. The round table put about two feet of space between us.

“Hey,” I said, sitting backward, smiling at him. He didn’t respond right away, instead his gaze was fixated on mine, then it danced around my appearance, probably analyzing me, or whatever his therapist brain was trained to do. The smile was still on his face though, despite him studying my energy.

“How was your shower?” he teased, laying his hands on the table.

Shaking my head, I laughed. “Was fantastic, thanks for asking.”

“Of course,” he said. “I’m glad it was fantastic, you deserve it.”

If anyone was looking, if there was a single soul watching us, I’m positive our cheesy grins were insufferable. Neither of us had stopped.

“Did you work today?” I asked. His brown eyes softened as he shook his head.

“Not today,” he said. “I get off on Thursdays, but I’ll be there all day tomorrow.”

“Thursday’s your only day off?” I asked, my smile dropping finally, pulling into a frown.

Felix shook his head. “During the week it is, I still have weekends.” 

Dina approached our table with two glasses in one hand and two shots in the other, making Felix question me with his brows. “Here we go boys,” she said happily. Then, with a wink to us both she said, “Enjoy. This rounds on me, but, shift change.” She gestured toward the bar. “I’ll see you guys again.”

Felix had the view of her walking away, and once she was out of ear shot he flashed me a grin. “What is this?”

Picking up the shot she had placed in front of me, I smelled it and huffed a laugh. “I only ordered the drinks, I didn’t know she was gonna do this.” Tipping the shot glass toward him I shrugged. “You don’t have to drink it.”

“Is this what I think it is?” he asked, taking a sip of the soda out of the straw. To his delight, he smacked his lips once and laughed aloud, swatting one of my hands. “You’re so funny.” Nibbling my bottom lip I glanced at my lap and blushed, smiling entirely too big.

“I had to,” I said. “You love it.” Our eyes met as he took another sip and nodded.

Placing the glass on the table, Felix said, “I’m flattered you remember.”

“It was only last night,” I shrugged, furrowing my brows the slightest.

“Yeah, but, you were drinking,” he said, his tone calm enough that it didn’t disrupt my nervous system. “Things get a little blurry.”

“Something like that,” I agreed, bobbing my head. Felix gave me a soft smile, then took both shot glasses in his hands and insisted I take it. “What?” I questioned, raising a brow.

“Let’s do it,” he said. Cupping the little glass, I dropped my chin just enough to eye him curiously. “I’m serious!”

“You don’t have to.” My tentative tone made him pout. Now my nervous system has jolted. Those big eyes and squished lips were dangerous. I’ve never had so many butterflies in my stomach at once. “You work tomorrow, and it’s just us here, we don’t need to drink, I mean.”

A foot of his stretches underneath the table to tap one of my ankles. “You really are funny,” he said. “I can handle a shot, Hyunjin.” I retaliate and tap his ankle next, but with both of my feet to trap it.

“I just wanted to make sure,” I said, letting my voice lilt playfully. Sitting forward to rest my chest against the table, I squeeze his ankle between my feet and tug it toward me. His entire chair moved beneath him, the legs scooting closer to the table, closer to me.

“Oh my god!” he laughed, gripping the edge of the wood. Letting his leg go free, placing mine on the rungs of the chair below, I held the shot up toward him and smirked. Felix copied me, a shit eating smirk appearing on his lips as he held the shot out.

Under the table his foot found mine again, but this time it danced up my shin as he re-crossed his own legs, letting his foot rest against the inside of my knee. Perking a brow, he tapped the rim of his glass to mine and knocked it back without a cringe to my amazement. Someone doing a shot shouldn’t be as hot as that was.

He put the glass down and licked his lips, dragging his thumb over the bottom one all while keeping his eyes locked on mine. My parted lips gave me away, and he laughed.

“C’mon,” he mumbled, taking the glass from me. Watching him move, he pressed the glass to my lips and tipped it backward, my body following the unspoken directions, tilting my chin back so the vodka could go right down my throat. He didn’t have to say a word, my body reacted to him in an instant.

I swallowed and looked at him. We were both shocked by what had just happened, his hands were frozen in front of me holding an empty shot glass.

Last night Felix told me he didn’t do cheaters. Last night Felix stopped me from making a mistake by kissing him. I hadn’t told him a lick of what has happened with Jade since then, and here he was dangling his foot between my knees and caressing my chin with his fingers feeding me a shot of alcohol.

It must’ve been a collective realization because he quickly pulled his leg back, shifting sideways in his chair to lean against the back of it, putting more space between us. His ring filled fingers were folded and placed in his lap where I couldn’t reach them.

“Sorry,” he said with a single nod. I still hadn’t moved, I was leaning over the wood.

“S’okay,” I laughed. “You got me back for yesterday.”

Felix closed his eyes for a moment to laugh with me. “So, what? We’re even now?” he asked, flashing me a look.

Pursing my lips, I nodded. “Yeah, we’re even.”

“So, we can start over?” he asked. Cocking my head sideways, I narrowed my eyes. “Last night, and… now. We can start over. It never happened.”

“Oh,” I sighed. What an interesting concept, starting over. If it was possible for Felix, I’m sure it’d be possible for me as well. “Yeah, we can start over.” The smile that took over his plush lips made me melt.

“So, Hyunjin,” Felix started, resting his arms on the table, leaning toward me once again. “What do you do for work?” The playful, sarcastic interest in his eyes made me laugh. This was going to be too much fun.

An hour or so passed and the two of us had talked about absolutely everything. Felix heard about work, and I heard about his, and after the jokes had dissipated things got a little more serious and I brought up Jade and what had happened earlier today in the garage. Not a detail was spared, he heard it all. For some reason, around Felix, no matter what we were discussing, I was unable to hide anything.

He told me about their phone call, and he apologized for telling Jade about my panic attack, but he assumed that she and I would’ve talked when we had gotten home. I told him what happened instead, leaving out the part where he was on my mind.

Okay, maybe I was able to hide something from him. This was still brand new, and I wanted him to be a friend, and we technically just started over, so I didn’t want to ruin anything.

Another hour after that we were discussing our families, and I found out that he was a middle child sandwiched between sisters who lived in Australia together. His entire family moved out here a couple of years ago because of his father and work, but once his eldest sister was of age she moved back home with the youngest of the three. By that time Felix had been close to graduating and was already working where he’s currently employed, so he decided to stay.

Discussing my family wasn’t on my list of favorite things to do, so when the conversation shifted over to myself I attempted to ask him more about his. Felix, directly beside me, having switched seats at some point within the night, shook his head and insisted that I tell him about my life, that he wanted to hear about it.

A part of me didn’t want to because of the therapist within him, but then again the other part of me had never been asked about myself on this level of depth. Nor had anyone ever wanted to listen, or wanted to know.

It came out slow, and he hung onto every word, keeping quiet, letting me tell my story the way that I wanted to. He didn’t interrupt, even to ask why. The slight raise in brows in the center of his forehead was enough to keep me going, to keep me talking. Even when I brought up what high school was like with my drunk of a father, how he’d stopped caring long before I even went in, and I had to hold the four years together on my own, and that was when I had started drinking myself… Felix took my arm in his hand and caressed the muscle with his thumb, his gaze holding an ocean of empathy for me.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, inches away from me.

With a shrug I said, “It’s okay. That’s over now.”

“When was the last time you spoke to him?” Felix asked, squeezing my arm for support.

“The truth?” I questioned, and he nodded. “When I graduated from school. High school.” The way his face screwed up in pain as if he was the one to go through what I had hurt my heart. This empathetic creature had a big storm coming if he wanted to keep me close. “I moved in with Changbin as soon as possible, then we went to college together.”

“How’d you get through school?” he asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

I shifted closer to him, letting my shoulder rest against his. “No, it’s fine,” I said. “I, uh, reached out to my family when I wanted to go, while I was still in my senior year, and my grandfather- My moms dad. He helped me some of the way. I think in some ways I thank my mom, like she was looking out for me, or something, I dunno it probably sounds cheesy. I ended up getting a scholarship ‘cause I’m pretty good at school believe it or not. Think I get that from her, ‘cause I sure don’t get it from my dad.”

Felix was focused on my lips while I spoke, and his body weight was falling into mine like he couldn’t get close enough.

“That’s beautiful,” he said quietly, and I looked over at him. Our noses were inches apart. “She gave you a part of her to keep.” I smiled.

“I got her face, too,” I joked, wiggling my brows. “I look just like her.”

Felix smiled, eyes studying my features. “She must’ve been positively stunning.” 

“She was,” I whispered. “She was kind, too. And she loved to sing.” Felix took one of my hands in his, for comfort, unsure of how this was going to make me feel. Talking about my mother was hard, but around Felix it came easy.

“Do you like to sing?” he asked, the corners of his lips perking up. My eyes went wide as I shook my head.

“I’m not very good,” I half-groaned, making him laugh his beautiful laugh.

“When do you ever get the chance to?” he drew on. “I’m sure you’re good, don’t doubt yourself.” His fingers messed around with mine.

“If I'm in the garage alone, maybe I will,” I said. “Or, if I’m driving alone, maybe.”

“So no one’s ever heard you sing?” Felix squinted mischievously.

I smiled. “I try not to make unnecessary noise.” He laughs again, his head falling to my shoulder as the sound blesses my ears. “I’m serious!” I exclaimed. “Did I not just tell you about my dad? You think he wanted me to be singing around our house?!” The more things I said, the harder he laughed, but I knew he wasn’t laughing at me. “The guy passed out at two in the afternoon, I’m sure he would’ve loved being awoken by me belting Celine Dion when I got home from grade school.”

“Oh god, you’re gonna kill me!” Felix wrapped his arm that wasn’t occupied by my hand around his stomach, taking deep breaths to calm himself. Still face down on my shoulder, the laughter started up again as soon as it stopped.

“Now what?” I giggled with him.

“I’m sorry,” he sucked in a breath, “I can just imagine you as a kid scream singing in the shower or something, I just-” Lifting his head, there were tears rimming his eyes, and the sight was enough to make me lose it. Slapping the table a few times, Felix tips his head backward and screeches, “ANNND I-”

Several heads turn, unappreciative of the spontaneous display of Whitney Houston from the Aussie. With a cackle, I reach my other arm across him and pull him into my chest to shut him up. “I could’ve been Celine Dion herself, these people don’t know talent,” Felix said quickly between laughs and gulps of air.

My eyes shot open wide. “Who?!” Felix twists his brows and tilts his head. “Celine Dion? What? Who sings that song?”

“Whitney Houston!?” I cried, rocking us back and forth as we laughed even harder.

“I don’t know my women,” he said, sitting up in my arms to wipe the tears out of his eyes. My arms fell around his back, above his waist. The cropped shirt he was wearing had moved amongst the laughter, so my hands were barely touching the bare skin of his hips. 

“I don’t expect you to,” I said softly, teasingly. Felix dropped his hands into my lap and sighed with a goofy grin, his head lulling to the right.

As chaos ensued within Haven around us, the air between us fell still, and quiet. It wasn’t awkward, if anything it felt right, like this was where we were supposed to be- making fools out of ourselves when neither of us were drunk, not giving a shit about what people thought of us. It was the most free I’ve felt in ages, it was liberating, and it was because of Felix. He wanted to get to know me, for me. He wanted to listen to me, to listen to me. He was genuine, and he cared.

And the way his eyes shifted in this moment gave me a scare. A small one. I knew mine had changed as well, so it should’ve been no surprise. The strength in our gazes was incredibly magnetic, that once the world got dizzy, our foreheads touched, and I was looking down at him, feeling my heart flutter at the way he gazed up through his long lashes.

A hand slid up behind my neck, Felix’s fingers tangling in the hair on the nape of my neck, his nails on my scalp sending a shiver down my spine. Lips parted, he smiled, and his big eyes closed, as did mine. 

I could’ve flatlined right then and there.

He kissed me. He, Felix, kissed me.

It wasn’t a chaste, delicate kiss either. Felix kissed me in a way that rendered me thoughtless, like he’d been waiting years for this. His fingers tightened in my hair, keeping me close. Resting my hands on his back, I slid them up his shirt and pressed my fingers into his muscle, sighing within the kiss. He was tiny, but he was strong, I could literally feel it.

Between shared air and more kisses, his fingers twirled my hair around, messing with it to his heart's content. His rings nudged my scalp, the coolness of the metal adding to the comforting sensation.

And it was over before I knew it. Felix’s hand slipped down to my shoulder as he pulled away, sitting backward to look at me. I couldn’t read his expression, it was a mix of lust and uncertainty. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Taking my hands from around his back to his knees, I lowered my brows and shook my head.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I loved that.”

Felix pressed his lips together sheepishly. “Me too. I thought about that all night last night.”

Releasing a breath, I half laughed. “I thought about you all night last night.” Felix narrowed his eyes, remembering what I told him I did last night. “And I mean, all night.”

He took a deep breath. “What do you say, we have a drink, just one, then we can go? I work early, and this place is starting to give me a headache, anyway.” I accepted this as his acknowledgement, and smiled.

“I’d love one,” I said.

“Perfect,” he sighed, jumping out of the chair. “I’ll go, you stay here. Don’t run away on me.” He signaled to me and his eyes with two of his fingers and waltzed towards the bar without saying anything else.

Turning to face the table completely, straightening my posture out, I sat backward and scanned my surroundings, not realizing the place had filled up entirely while Felix and I had sat here for hours. Thursdays were popular, I guess, but then again, like always, this place was always full. Crossing my arms, I watched the people dance to the music and it didn’t make me want to vomit. For some reason, tonight it was tolerable.

Felix came back faster than he was gone, empty handed.

Sitting up, I smiled and started to ask, “Hey, do you maybe wanna-”

“Nope,” he said, his tone hushed and rushed. “I think we should go.”

My mouth was still open, mid-question asking, so I opted for a nod. 

“Uh, sure, yeah we can-”

“Minho’s at the bar,” Felix said. Shift change, Dina had told us. I didn’t even put two and two together.

Rage filled my entire being. Tightening my fists, I clenched my jaw just the same.

“What’d he say to you,” I growled.

Felix shook his head. “Nothing, I didn’t even make it up there. I saw him, and he saw me, and the look on his face, I just… He clearly saw me before I saw him, so I don’t know what else he saw.” There was a quiver in Felix’s voice that I had never heard before, it sounded like worry. And I was well aware of what came after worry. And I’ll be damned if it’s Minho who makes Felix feel that way.

“I swear to god,” I grumbled, leaping from my chair with persistence. Seconds away from storming over to the bar, Felix caught me by the arm and held me back. Turning, I looked down at him and his pleading eyes.

“Don’t,” he said firmly. “Let’s just go.”

“But, he-”

“No,” Felix said, giving my arm a squeeze. “We’re leaving. Please.”

His ‘please’ must’ve hit me just right. 

We were out of that bar without a measly second glance at Minho.

I knew some damage had been done. There was no way I was getting out of this one. This time I had a witness.

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Last Legacy Theories

Should have had the balls to post these much earlier when it could have been relevant so posting it now so I didn't type all of this/ think this much for nothing.

The Lord of Shadows and his Relic

In Sage's route, it's confirmed Mike, Gramme, and the LoS are all the same person and when Gramme introduces himself, he admits the has a relic and says "wielder of Sacervates." Gramme states that a relic can wield its owner if they are inexperienced which is pretty much confirmed by MC when they and Elowen are transported into Sage's dreams.

The LoS seems to be the complete opposite of the MC so it could be that Sacervates' associations are death and darkness/night. The Astrolabe's associations are healing and dawn.

So what if Sacervates traveled across planes to find a weak minded wielder so it could carry out its purpose, death?

It's pretty evident that the relics have some sentience so one being "evil" aligned isn't impossible. Plus, there's the common trope of dark/night themed weapons being evil or being used for evil.

How does Gramme have Light based spells?

As above, Gramme is the LoS so he's very powerful. He could have every spell in existence. And if Sacervates is truly associated with night/darkness and night/darkness is usually associated with illusions and trickery. The guy has 3 different personas.

Why didn't Felix or Rime know about Sacervates?

Gramme had a position of power within the Starsworn (He's the founder) before Felix and Rime were inducted. He could have come up with a total BS story about his relics powers and they had no reason not to believe him.

From what is published of LL, the relics are very well known as in people know they exist. But not much is known about them other than they are very ancient, powerful weapons possibly created by gods. The main 3 seem to know little about their own relics so they wouldn't know the in and outs of someone else's. But this is honestly hard to tell. For relics to be so central to the story, they don't show up often and aren't really talked about.

Sacervates - where the name possibly came from

The Latin term “sacer vates'' translates to "sacred poet" so maybe the relic is attracted to storytellers? Video game creators have some stories to tell for sure.

What if Mike's just a dick?

That could be part of it. But I feel like there's more to it than "Mike's a dick with a god complex." BUT, as seen by Sage, if you don't live up to what the relic wants, it will reject you.

There's a sixth unknown relic

In one of the Q&As by the writer and artists, it was confirmed that they are six known relics.

Telos - associated with Air and the Stars, owned by Anisa.

Elegy - associated with Water and the Moon, owned by Felix

Zenith - associated with Fire and the Sun, owned by Sage

The Astrolabe - associated with Healing and Dawn, owned by MC (prev. Rime)

Sacervates - possibly associated with Death and Darkness/Night, owned by the LoS

And then the sixth relic would presumably be associated with the element earth and the World/Creation.

When and if the stories are continued, hopefully we'll get to see this sixth relic in Anisa's route. It could pop up in Sage or Felix's routes as well, but I'm banking on Anisa since the boy's routes are close to finished.

One idea I had was that Lucan could have owned this earth relic and that was a main reason the LoS targeted him. But Lucan is dead now so who would have the relic in present time? And I feel like Sage would have known if Lucan had a relic. So from what I can tell, the LoS just targeted Lucan because he was the spearhead of a strong group of muscle. But that was a fun thought.

But who has this relic? Ayanna is an option, but there's been zero evidence of it and I personally can't see it. The only character introduced so far that I can see having it, is Exalted Seer Azimuth. But they were only introduced at the end of Anisa's last chapter so nothing is known about them other than they are more eccentric than other Rivathi and that they're the one Saaros is crushing on. Or this character just hasn't been introduced yet unfortunately.

Tulsi kinda sorta fits the bill when I think about it? She has an earth zodiac sign (Her and Lucan are both Taurus which is why Lucan was a first thought) Most earth based weapons tend to be hammers which we know she uses as a blacksmith. BUT she admits to not being a fighter. Maybe this relic can only repair other relics and create other weapons? Could possibly be why Tulsi is experienced enough to repair an ancient Relic at 27. And she keeps referring to Zenith as 'MY SWORD', but that could be just because Sage left it in her care for so long and she cares for the condition of weapons.

Celena - What happened/will happen to her?

I am so unsure of her purpose in the story. She appeared in the Prologue (at the con and at The Saucy Gull outta nowhere) and I think 2-3 times in Felix's route. She is just forgotten. Like did she just get caught in the crossfire of MC being summoned to Astraea? Was the LoS there when MC found the Astrolabe, and yanked Celena because she was just there? or does she have the earth relic and was easier to get to? Hell, can the LoS yeet people from Astraea to Earth and Celena worked for him the whole time?

Not necessarily a theory, but I just have questions.

What's MC's role? + How do Relics work?

In the prologue the tagline for Last Legacy II is "“A mysterious harbinger from afar opens the gates of calamity, spelling doom for the Starsworn in Last Legacy II: Ex Nihilo.”

This makes it seem like the LoS (or maybe Celena) was the one to toss the Astrolabe at MC's feet. But the Astrolabe did choose MC. There was no guarantee that tossing a relic to a random person would work.

Or the LoS knew Felix was trying to resurrect Rime so he had to get the Astrolabe to someone else before that happened since he had possibly already resurrected Rime? Not sure if that would have much to do with it other than giving the Astrolabe to an inexperienced person so Rime could just easily kill them off.

In all the routes, it seems like the LoS is trying to convert/force everyone to his side so he has all the relics. He probably can't wield the physical forms to their full potential either because that's too much at once or because a relic's physical form can't be fully wielded by someone else when it's attuned to its chosen warrior.

In Anisa's route, the LoS literally just says to come join him - that he and MC could be gods with their outside knowledge of Astraea. That made me think that Sacervates could be the earth Relic for a moment. That Mike literally built this world from the ground up. But that seems like way too much of a stretch. I think Astraea already existed and Mike just uncovered a lot of secrets in his time adventuring. The first LL game he made was 12 years previous, and Mike adventured way before meeting Ayanna so Mike has had like 30+ years to uncover ancient knowledge.

In Sage's route, he sends Elowen (via Rime) to take Zenith. It was returned to Sage because Elowen went rogue. She just wanted a real fight with Sage to avenge her brother. Rime is then sent take/talk to Sage and MC - trying to convince Sage to run the Griefers again. That would have put Zenith under the LoS control essentially. With Sage out of the way, Rime could have just killed MC and taken the Astrolabe back or hoped MC just followed Sage. Then when Sage and MC meet with Balsam, he states that "he wanted you both alive, but death's not much of an obstacle for our master."

All of that seems like the LoS already knew who MC is and that the Astrolabe was going to pick someone from Earth. So how did he come about knowing that if he wasn't the one who staged it? How did he stage it?

Do the relics just auto attune to the first person who touches it then it's trail and error from there? Because in the prologue everyone seemed astonished that a relic crossed the planes to find a wielder. In Sage's route, he says that relics choose their warrior. But in the Q&A, it was said that the Starsworn Knights in leadership roles had to undergo rigorous trials and tests to earn their relic and prove themselves. So do the relics choose their person or nah? Bc Sage has a relic obviously, but it didn't seem like he had a leadership role. He was just reconnaissance. It was said that Sage was invited to the Starsworn just because Gramme liked him. How did Anisa and Felix get theirs? Either the relics choose themselves or there's a trail regardless of a leadership role. Which one is it? Or do only the Astrolabe and Sacervates require a trail? But MC didn't go through anything like that sooo just kinda confusing. At this point I'm assuming Mike (as Gramme) had already found the Relics and gave them to certain people after he founded the Starsworn. Anisa bc she's his daughter. Felix bc he's good with magic and related to Escell. Sage bc of his involvement with Lucan and the Griefers, and Rime bc he was also a magical prodigy.

Zenith Breaking

Zenith was snapped in two when Sage fought Lucan. Sage didn't go into that meeting thinking he was going to be fighting. He didn't even have Zenith with him.

Either 1. His relic jumped in to save its wielder or 2. Sage realized he couldn't handle Lucan and called for Zenith but didn't realize it would land a killing blow.

Then the Relic broke. It could have been because the corruption was too much, but I think it was because when Sage realized the situation, his confidence in himself and Zenith shattered. He couldn't save his best friend and he may have scorned Zenith for technically aiding him in murdering Lucan. Which is why, even after physically being repaired, Zenith rejected Sage in the fight with Elowen at Tulsi's shop.

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