Fictif Last Legacy: x reader oneshots

Your tipsy night with Sage, Felix and Anisa

Sage finishes retelling his story with a cagey grin, rocking back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head. You've never seen someone look so genuinely amused that they lost a game of strip poker, but then again, Sage seems even less concerned with rivalry than rules.

"It sounds like you three have quite the score to settle," you laugh, taking a sip of Sage's beer, then strategically placing it down out of his reach. Your heart feels lighter to see them all so uplifted, Anisa accidentally elbowing Felix as her gestures get wilder with each story, Felix smirking into his wine every time he doesn't want to laugh at Sage's jokes. The last thing you want to do is break the good cheer, but at the same time, the theft of a rare and indestructible ancient relic doesn't exactly strike you as a wait-til-the-morning kind of topic.

"And speaking of, ah, scores. And, um, important things that need to be settled-" you start, giving Sage a meaningful look along with a perfect opening to come-clean to Felix and Anisa. The other two knights eye Sage curiously, waiting for the important news you're hinting at.

"Yes. Speaking of." Sage's tail lashes anxiously, his confidence momentarily submerged before he hails over some more drinks. Anisa has already finished the beer you confiscated from Sage, while Sage is overtaken by a sudden bout of chivalry, pausing to refill Felix's wineglass far beyond Felix's protests that wine isn't meant to be poured to the brim.

"Speaking of scores. I have. With certain people. From the past..." Sage ploughs on, taking a deep gulp of beer as soon as a fresh glass is placed in front of him. His cheeks redden as he accidentally meets Anisa's gaze, and he abruptly squints down at the table instead. Felix draws a slow breath through his nose, steepling both his hands in front of his face as he briefly closes his eyes.

"I believe I know where this is going, Sage," Felix sighs deeply, shaking his head. "And I for one, cannot say I am surprised. I only hope we will be able to settle this matter as swiftly as time permits, given the need for other pressing business."

"...aye," Sage says grimly, but you can't help notice his ears twitch in confusion at Felix's stern manner. Now that you think about it, you definitely expected your two companions to at least be slightly shocked by the bad news.

"I'm afraid there's nothing for it," Anisa agrees, the corners of her mouth hitching as she throws you a conspiratorial grin. "But I feel it only honourable to warn you, Sage, so that you have a fair chance to back out while you can. As skilled in poker as I already was, I have spent a considerable number of shifts patrolling Mounfall's more colourful hotspots since then, and-"

"Oh...OH!" Sage yelps, nearly choking on another mouthful of beer as he abruptly catches-on to their meaning. You have to hold your breath to keep from bursting into laughter at his expression. For someone who can ogle and banter like he'll never see another sunrise, Sage looks more than a little flustered at the suggestion of a rematch between the four of you, his eyes darting helplessly to yours as he tries to ascertain your reaction.

"Come now, my wayward friend," Felix says buoyantly, dusting his hands before shrugging himself free of his overcoat. "I'll wager Annie and I have you beat in three rounds. I'll even make fair the odds-" you continue to stare as Felix nimbly unfastens his remaining upper garments, throwing Sage a wicked grin as he arranges his shirt in a similar open manner to Sage's jacket. Anisa regards the process with solemn approval, then reaches to gather her hair away from her neck.

"I couldn't agree more," she nods matter of factly. "We'll all start the game in a similar state of undress to Sage's usual. Felix, would you mind helping with-" Anisa shifts her seat as Felix hums in answer, he reaches to gently fuss with the fastening at the back of her shirt. Sage is gaping at them both in horror, but Felix only ducks so Sage can't catch a glimpse, offering you a small, knowing wink as you try to keep a straight face.