#aaaa just imagine foul legacy tucking himself under the blanket so only the top of his head is poking out..... yessssssss

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine going to sleep with Childe, and in the morning waking up in the firm and warm embrace of fl. He just missed you and couldn’t help himself.

*EATS THIS* anon you have MADE MY DAY with this ask thank you!!!!!

slowly waking up to the sun filtering through your curtains, still drowsy and just barely awake. you don't want to get up- the bed and Childe's arm overtop of you are so warm and comfy- but you must, there's a stack of paperwork waiting for you on your desk, taunting you with that fact that the pages are still crisp and incomplete. so with a reluctant sigh, you rub your eyes and banish the tendrils of sleep that attempt to pull you under, and sit up

except, you can't

the arm draped across your body is much heavier than you thought, and when you squint and refocus your vision you can see that it's covered in black-and-purple armor and tipped with claws. the sight of a slumbering Foul Legacy greets you when you look to the side, his body scrunched up in order to fit on a bed meant for two humans, and you tug your arm out from under his claws so you can run your fingertips along the dips and ridges in his face. your heart, already mushy, absolutely melts when Foul Legacy murmurs and tilts his head to press into your palm, so adoring of your affections. his eye slides open, shining and faceted and beautiful, in the same sleepy stage you were in, tiredness weighing heavily but comfortably in the air. he lets out a drowsy purr, arm curling around your form as you snuggle closer, tracing his face from his jaw to his twin horns. you can feel yourself drifting off again but make no attempt to stop it, vaguely registering the sensation of clawed hands gently patting your head like they're guiding you back to sleep

well, maybe just today you can start your work a bit later...