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Hello! I really want to make a last legacy request, basically recently I suffered a kind of culture shock, where I come from I'm not considered attractive(I'm even considered ugly) but where I'm staying I'm considered very beautyfull!

So I imagine a situation from the main 3 of last legacy with a mc who basically in his land/village is considered ugly but in astraea is considered a beauty (and is confused as fuck because of this), love your work!

*puts my hands on your shoulders and looks deep into your gorgeous eyes* I love this and I love you

Omg I'm so glad that you love my work, various college things have been kicking my ass mentally and I got stuck in the mindless social media scrolling thing for a while but I finally did it lol

GN Reader, they love you no matter what, I'm gonna use a sharp jawline because I know for sure that's different in Western and Eastern cultures but you can substitute it for whatever you want, bonks you over the head with fluff, bonks myself over the head for executive dysfunction

☠️Felix Iskandar Escellun☠️

You're used to hiding who you are. You grew out your hair to cover your hideous jawline, you wore wide scarves as soon as it got cold enough, you did anything you could to avoid the grossed-out stares from strangers. It's something that's always been on your mind from the moment you were aware of the glances at the corner store

Even when you were thrown to Astraea, it wasn't long until those thoughts started creeping back into your head. You started hiding your face again in as many ways as you could. You didn't want your mentor to be distracted by your ugliness while you were trying to learn magic

Felix was confused about why you were doing this. Were you just a shy person? Is there some sort of magical mark that you're embarrassed about? He had plenty of questions but of course, he didn't want to press you about something sensitive

One day while he's helping you study the art of divination, and you're very focused. You want to impress him and learn something more than how to make a small flame on your finger. As you turn the page, Stella hops onto the table and before Felix can chase her away, she takes your scarf in her little criminal mouth and runs away, taking the scarf with her

You try to grab it and yell at her, and Felix tries to help, bending over you to yank it, but Stella is too fast and sneaky for mere mortals. You mutter something about how it was your favorite scarf, and he looks down to apologize and--

He's almost taken aback. You have...an amazing jawline. Holy gods above, you could shred cheese with that jawline, and he for one finds that sexy. The way it frames the rest of your face, the way it moves when you speak

You look up and see him blushing, and you immediately go to cover your jawline. Damn it, he saw your huge jaw, he's not gonna look at you the same anymore

And I mean, you're not wrong

You're both kinda confused about the other's feelings lol. You don't understand why he keeps blushing so much and he doesn't understand why you keep covering your face, but you're both a tad too awkward to say anything about it

He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable so he doesn't try to say anything like "you don't have to cover yourself so much," but he does wish that you saw yourself the way he sees you

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Worthy of seeing yourself as something other than ugly and unloveable

He hopes he can help you along that path

⚔️Anisa Anka⚔️

When you land in Astraea, you decide to go along with Anisa. She seems like the more reasonable of the three, and she'll probably get you answers as to why you got here and how to leave

You accompany her with taking the ambassador of Rivath to Porrima, and you notice she doesn't tell much about herself. You don't blame her, you're still just a stranger who happened to fall into her study unannounced

You wait with her as the ambassador goes into the woods to take a leak, and you fiddle with your scarf, keeping your chin to your chest. Anisa notices, but doesn't make a note of it. Maybe the scarf means a lot to you, and that's why you keep it on. She knows a lot of those types of characters in Porrima

You wait for three, five, ten minutes, and you're starting to think that elven bladders must be huge to be out there for so long. Anisa decides to look for them in the name of safety, and not wanting to be alone in a strange place, you follow her

The two of you find that the ambassador is, well, nowhere to be found. You search and search and the next thing you know, you're both sliding down into darkness

When you come to, you're all scratched up and you can barely see anything. You can see the faint outline of columns holding up the ceiling and you can hear Anisa and the ambassador arguing, but your eyes haven't adjusted yet

It's then where you notice that at some point, you lost your scarf in the fall. You start to panic, but no one's gonna see you. It's way too dark in here for that, so you shouldn't focus on that right now

Well. Too dark for you, but not for Anisa

Her Ilephta blood helps with her night vision, and when she sees you it almost stops her argument

She didn't think you'd be...this hot. My gods, the jawline really does help

She shakes out of her trance though and focuses on getting you guys out. She can gaze upon your sexiness later lol

You know, for all the support you give her when she talks about her trauma, you don't seem to have any for yourself

So she will be your support. She will give you encouragement to embrace what you look like, shed the insults of the past, and love you as you love her

(*sigh* my wife...)

🐱Sage Lesath🐱

Sage understands having something near and dear to your heart and not wanting to let it go. That's his red duster jacket to him, it's been with him through thick and thin, that's his comfort clothing

That's what he thinks the scarf is to you, at least. He sees how you hold it close to your face, as if trying to remember something important to you. He doesn't wanna push though, so that's just what he assumes

You wear it all the time--breakfast, reading in your bedroom, in training. Especially in training, you focus a lot more than you should on making sure your scarf is in place

He decides that he has to break that habit

The two of you are sparring with swords. Training swords, of course, nothing that will actually hurt. You're both at a stalemate for a while, switching between offense and defense. You have one hand on your scarf, keeping your jaw hidden

He suddenly throws out a move that throws you off, long enough for him to knock the sword out of your hand, hook your scarf on his blade, and yank it away

Oh...now he knows why you hide your face

You're fucking gorgeous

You grab your scarf and hide your neck with it, blushing furiously. You ask why he would do that, and his eyes are just wide. He hasn't recovered yet lol give him a second

Of course he's disgusted by you. You decide to end that training session early and run back to your room to wait out the embarrassment. He hasn't recovered in time to actually say anything so he just watches you run off

A few hours later, you hear a knock on your door. The black tips of his ears are the first thing you see before his full head peeks in. He asks, rather awkwardly, if he can talk to you for a second

After you agree, he comes in and messes with a little trinket in your room as he gathers up what he wants to say

You can't focus so much on your scarf, especially in battle. It could get you killed. Had he had a real sword, your throat could have been slit

And that was it. That was the only reason he did it. He didn't mean to hurt you that badly, and he really is sorry

And damn it, you're hot underneath that scarf and you need to show it

He's definitely more proactive in helping you take off the scarf and enjoy who you are. He won't pull it off you when you're wearing it anymore, but maybe he'll hide it, or rub his head all over it so it's covered in his hair

Kitty behavior lol I love him and he loves you

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

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

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

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

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

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

☠️Felix Iskandar Escellun☠️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⚔️Anisa Anka⚔️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🐱Sage Lesath🐱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you make zombies ?"

Sage froze her movements and raised her gaze from your injury to look at you with a lost expression.

"Excuse me ?"

It wasn't the first time you asked her these kind of questions. However, she will never get use to it. It seemed like you were particularly inspired when you were wounded.

"Well, since you can revive people and all that, what if you could do something in between ? Like, reviving but not really reviving."

She momentarily wondered if you had lost too much blood. Or if you had breathed the new plants Skye was gardening a little too much. She focused back on your still bleeding injury with a small sigh and resumed her ministrations.

"I am very doubtful of zombies existence."

You hummed, your feet momentarily swinging and she had to stop your movements to focus more on your injury.

"Well, I've seen Brimstone on a sunday morning and he could make anyone believe in their existence." you said with a shrug.

Sage's eyes raised again to look at you with an almost exasperated glint.

"Plus, if a being like Omen exist, why not zombies ?" you added. "I'm saying that respectfully, of course. No diss to Omen. He's a cool knitting cutie patootie."

She found nothing to respond to that, so she just resumed on disinfecting your wound. While she sometimes found your trail of thoughts amusing, she could not help but worry that someday you might submit to those crazy idea that ran free in your mind.

"I'll ask Viper if she could make me a concoction."

"Please do not."