#ajax recognizing you and trying to get to you because you're comforting

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

(maybe part one hehe) what if Ajax couldn't transform out of his Foul Legacy form after crawling back out of the Abyss. his claws hurt, body aching from the climb and various freshly-healed wounds. but he's out- he's back, the sun of Snezhnaya shining and glittering on the snow like diamonds- which means home can't be that far away, and with it, safety and warmth. he doesn't question why he feels so empty, even knowing home was almost in his grasp. perhaps it's the exhaustion- yes, that must be it. a little rest and he'll be right as rain. but when he finally reaches home, his family simply screams at his monstrous appearance, his siblings hiding behind his mother and his father brandishing a blade at him. Ajax tries to tell them, tries to cry out that it's him, Ajax! but his father simply yells and forces him back, pressed into a corner until marching boots arrive at the house, the Fatui agents led by a masked man with blue hair and a cruel smile. Ajax shrieks and sobs as Il Dottore drags him away, Abyssal form somehow no match for the mad doctor, and his family watches in relief and hatred. with a harrowing cry he tries to call for them, first his father, then mother, then his siblings. but eventually he only calls for one person- you, his cherished childhood friend who always protected him from bullies and the harshness of an icy world. did you even know he was alive? were you sitting in your room, consumed by worry? Archons, he didn't even want to think about the anguished expression you made when you were concerned. with one last sob, all fades to black as Foul Legacy forces his body to shut down. years later, you've become a Fatuus, the loss of your best friend closing off your heart to the people around you. you're certainly not the most sociable agent, but your work is precise and meticulous, often tasked with trading forms back and forth between the Harbingers. you've gone to Il Dottore multiple times, but this is the first time he's in his lab when you're looking for him- you've heard that no one is allowed inside unless given permission, and quietly you shift your feet, staring at the door until you finally work up the nerve to knock. a voice from within ushers you inside, and you shove open the door, papers clutched in your hands. Dottore greets you, characteristic grin splashed across his face, leaving his experiment to take the papers from your hands. as he's flipping through the forms you silently peak around him, eyes widening ever-so-slightly when you see the enormous creature on the operation table, dark blood splattered with stars seeping from various wounds. it's breathing heavily, tiny whimpers slipping out at every movement, and suddenly the monster's head lolls to the side and claps its gaze onto you. the beast lets out a strangled cry, struggling at the restraints and letting out pained yelps and whines whenever it moves, and instinctively you back away. Dottore turns and tsks, showing you to the door and shaking his head towards the creature like it's a disobedient child. you try to ignore the heightening screams as the doctor gently shoves you out the door and waves goodbye, and you begin walking back to your station, shaking with fear. in the lab, Ajax sobs with grief as you leave, the doctor standing over him and shaking his head, before the sight of a syringe in his hand beats Ajax's Abyssal instincts back into submission.

[withloveajaxx]

suffocate

✧ genre: childe x gn! reader angst

✧ warnings: slight mentions of blood and bruises, hurt no comfort

✧ summary: after an argument with childe and you leave him on his demand and don't come back, how does he react?

✧ note: my,,, first angst work :"D i'm not entirely experienced with writing these but i tried LMAO. if you want it to hit harder, listen to "suffocate" by hayd because that's the song that inspired this entire imagine!! also,,, shoutout to @simplyxsinned merry christmas and enjoy this angst bae <33 also thank you @justsidecharacterthings for angst brainrotting with me ily HAJSJSJS

childe enters the home you had once shared. the door is heavy as nothing but darkness greets him. the smell of home cooked dinner isn't there to greet him, the living room is silent as the television remains off, and most noticeably, your figure isn't there to greet him and welcome him into your loving embrace. 

his figure is frozen at the entrance to the house, a permanent lump in his throat that he can't just seem to swallow. he vividly remembers the day your shared home had become so excruciatingly empty, the day he had trudged back home with blood on his clothes and face, hand thoroughly massaging his aching shoulder. 

he remembers how his hands pushed the same door, but instead of being greeted by loneliness, he's met with your worried and panicked gaze. 

"ajax? what on earth happened to you?" you fret, hands gently tugging on his free wrist to pull him inside the home. your touch, once a source of comfort and relief to him, now spreads a burning irritation on his skin. 

he had been sparring with the traveler every week and yet he couldn't seem to win any of those battles. your gentle touch that you used to tend to him and his wounds now only serves as a reminder that he lost, yet again. it irked him to no end. 

"can you just back off?" he grits out, pulling his wrist out of your hands. his response catches you off guard, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and hurt. you were just trying to help like always, weren't you? 

"what? ajax, come on, let me help—"

"i told you to back off didn't i? what did you not understand, (y/n)?!" his loud voice reverberates around the house, narrowed eyes directed straight at you, piercing your heart. 

"what do you mean back off ajax?" you ask. you try your best to make your voice level and calm. "i'm just worried about you. you have a lot of injuries and i don't want to see you hurting." 

"well can you not be worried?" 

you can't help but scoff at his statement. "are you serious right now, ajax? i worry about you every time you're like this, and you just want me not to? you know how tiring it is to worry about you for you to just keep coming back like this?" 

"if it's so tiring, then leave! i want some space and you're getting in my way anyways," he mutters bitterly. he doesn't even recognize the hurt in your features, doesn't care about the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. 

"fine. i'll be back sometime… whenever." are your last words before you walk through the wooden door. childe doesn't bother thinking about your argument, marching to the bedroom and slamming the door shut to isolate himself. 

when he wakes up the next morning, your warmth isn't there to greet him. the house lacks your presence, and everything feels odd. he sparrs with the traveler once again to get his mind off of it but when he gets home, he realizes you still haven't returned and a deep frown now stretches across his features. 

it turns into a cycle, wherein childe waits for you to come back home. everyday he returns to the idle home, his body even more tired and battered, his determination and chances of victory slowly dissipating without your affection and love. 

which brings him to his current situation. he walks into the dark home, not even bothering to turn on the lights as he sits on the couch in the living room. the absence of you causes the tears he's been holding back to suddenly roll down his scarred cheeks. 

his sniffles and silent sobs echo around the house, falling onto deaf ears. he wonders if you can sense, or perhaps somehow hear him suffering in this room alone. his mind asks if you could hear his cries for help. 

perhaps it was his ignorance or his selfishness that had pushed you away? it drove you and your comfort far from where he could reach. the love that once kept him alive, the love that served as his oxygen was now gone and he was running out of air. and there, as he sits in the dark living room filled with guilt and the utmost regret, he waits for you to return and he suffocates.

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Like I'm just thinking about Rosalyn and Dain's backstory and yknow how heart wrenching it is if I apply it to reader 💔

Imagine reader hailing from a loving family until the fall of Khaenri'ah happened and the cursed creatures from abyss attacked their family and leaving them half cursed with the same affliction but only half because only one of their parent is Khaenri'an. They curse and wander the lands to destroy anything related to the abyss in suffering and anger, their bloodlust sometimes overtaking them.

After eons of time had passes, they met a charming ginger in Liyue one day. And for the first time in centuries, reader falls in love and opens their heart once more. The relationship deepens to the point that Childe trusts then enough to show them his Foul Legacy.

Reader's bloodlust awakens once faced with a drafted creature from the abyss.

But surely, this one won't harm you--NO! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT THEY DID--but it's Childe! His fluffy hair and the way he coos at you worriedly and--HES A MONSTER AND YOU KNOW YOU MUST KILL HIM--I love him and I will not--

Childe hovers to you worriedly and you look up to him, the half-afflicted curse of Khaenri'ah washing over you and bloodshot eyes pleading at him.

"Ajax, run."

Dainsleif and Signora's backstories are just,,,,, </33 i'll miss Signora forever (unless they bring her baaaack i mean the reincarnation motif is right there just sayin <33 and it'd be very nice to have a CRYO CATALYST PLEEEAAASE)

Childe- or more Foul Legacy- recognizes the four-point star in your eyes almost immediately as you shove him away and stumble back, the movements rough but filled with panic and desperation. he nearly reaches for you, trying to console and comfort you, but unnatural fear floods through his veins when he hears you scream to go, just GO! and he bolts in the opposite direction

he's not sure how long he's been running, just that by the time he stops the Foul Legacy transformation drops from pure exhaustion, yet it still hums in the back of his mind. are you okay? what happened? he needs to get back to you, he did what you said and now he needs to make sure you're alright, that you're safe. Foul Legacy rumbles quietly in agreement, despite the note of trepidation behind it

the star in your eyes... Childe shivers at the thought of your expression, a combination of panic, fear, and uncontrolled loathing... but more at yourself than him

when he returns, though, you're nowhere in sight. in the place of where you were sitting is a small note amidst a few drops of what looks like blood, saying how you're sorry and you don't want to hurt him due to your connection with Khaenri'ah, and while Childe might not understand, Foul Legacy does, and he whispers for Childe to find you, find you and bring you back so you won't be alone anymore, cursed be damned

because Foul Legacy loves you, and Childe does too, no matter what nation, standing or falling, you may be from