#but soft Foul Legacy first hehe

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

PSTPSTPST HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT Big moth man lays his head onto ur lap but hes scared he might break ur legs bc of his size <333

OHHHH I AM HEARING YOU ON FM ANON!!!!!

Foul Legacy's very scared of even touching you at first- you're so much smaller than him; a fragile mortal akin to a flower; and he's... well, he's a monster, plain and simple. an Abyssal monster no less- and he desperately doesn't want to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. you deserve to be kept safe and warm, away from the corruption of the world- away from him. so for the longest time he keeps his distance, skirting away from your fingers, merely keeping an eye on you by watching you from another room in your house

but no matter how he tries to deny it, Childe still craves your touch, your soft, gentle hands holding him close, and gradually he strays closer and closer until he's comfortable sitting beside you on the couch, claws itching to wrap around your fingers. but he still never touches you. ever

so you, with a heart full of love and affection for this peculiar, starlit beast, invite him yourself

Childe's on the verge of drifting off, the warmth and comfort of your little home seeping into his weary bones, and you notice the way his head nods to the side only to jolt awake when he feels himself falling. so with a wide smile you open your arms, waving him over and patting your lap. Childe lets out a startled screech, looking from you to your lap and back again, shaking his head wildly- he'll hurt you, he know he will, because that's the only thing Foul Legacy knows how to do. but you simply keep smiling that sweet smile, arms outstretched like you're asking for a hug, and Childe feels his will crumbling at your kind words

tentatively he scoots closer, slowly leaning down and settling his head onto your legs, careful to keep most of his weight off of you. quickly you begin petting and stroking his hair, and Childe yelps at how nice it feels, melting into your touch, talons instinctively kneading your legs. the laugh you let out is full of warmth, sweet adoration flowing like honey as you scratch behind his horns and Childe purrs, body relaxing more than it has in weeks. whenever you stop petting his crystalline eye peeks open and he lets out a whine, asking for you to keep going because he hasn't felt this warm and safe and loved in so long

you caress his hair until he drifts into sleep, and when he wakes, you're still there, humming a tune and flipping through a novel, and Childe murmurs and nestles his head against your legs

he could get used to this

[hxnmas]

Consequences

Foul Legacy!Childe x f!reader ft Zhongli

Tw: dubcon, cuckolding, monsterfucking, use of ‘princess, sweetheart, girl’, cumflation, gaslighting (?), slight mind break

A/N: Foul Legacy!Childe been on my mind so here you go~

“P-Please! Do-don’t look!” Honestly, it’s almost pathetic to see how an all so power archon frozen in place like this.

Teeth gritting as his eyes are fixated on nothing but you, the way your cunt drools and swallows every inches that he gives you like it’s nothing— like you’re actually enjoying this. “What’s wrong, Morax? Is this show not to your liking? Does it leave a sour taste to your tongue?” The beast mocks, not once did he slow down nor did he loosen his hold on your waist. It looks so fragile and breakable compare to Childe’s inhumanly large hands, sharp nails digging into your sides close enough to draw blood.

Zhongli have no one else to blame but himself for agreeing to this contract, he should’ve known what ‘anything’ meant when it comes to someone as cunning as Tartaglia. Someone who values victory and enjoys the thrills of duelling, he should have known his eyes have been on your all this time. Morax’s only weakness, “C’mon, archon. What’s the fun in this if all you ever do is look away?” Childe’s voice is deeper than usual, rough and taunting. You can feel the way those soft mouldable spikes drags against your sensitive spots over and over again, nudging at every place possible inside before repeating its action. “Isn’t she beautiful? Such a good girl too… there aren’t many that could take me in this form… though, I must thank you, Morax. For agreeing to our contract, how does it feel to be the losing side? To watch your beloved get ruined like this? Must be hard huh?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smugness or devilish grin behind that mask, only thrusting harder until Zhongli’s fist tightens again at the way your belly swell with his cock. Blissful expression is written over those delicate features he loves, kisses in the morning and caresses.

It wasn’t as if Zhongli had his voice taken, he simply couldn’t find the words. Shameful and guilty for putting you in this situation, he was positive that he would be the winner of their battle but it would seem like the ex archon have underestimated his enemy. “Z-Zhongli…” Your voice is weak and hoarse, lost count of how many times within just the hour Childe had made you cum from just using you much like a fleshlight. A long snake-like tongue licks over your jaw and neck, sneaking its way around a nipple to earn a squeal from your lips. “Uh uh, attention on me, princess. Go on, tell him who’s making you feel this good? Say it.”

There’s a obvious pause from you, gulping at his words before your hazy eyes looked between Childe and Zhongli. “Y-You…” Logic and sense is long gone, pleasure taking its place whilst you desperate wanting to feel the way fill and flood your womb with nothing but cum. “That’s a good girl… you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you? Then let me grant your wish, girl.”

Perhaps you should’ve to rethink this before pleading for him to flood your inside, thick ropes of cum continue to pour in until a little while later when your stomach is bloated with it. Sweet whines and moans fall from those kiss swollen lips whilst Childe coos at you with this cunning smirk, he knows this foul legacy foul doesn’t last forever and the first thing Zhongli would do is to tear him from head to body. “Until next time, sweetheart.” And with that, Childe was gone. Leaving you and Zhongli in this awkward silence, “Don’t… Don’t go…” Is the first thing you mumbles when the former god rushes over to you, holding you close with apologies falling from his lips.

But it would be a lie if you say you didn’t enjoy that. “Don’t hurt him…”

Tagging: @trueshellz @laudthingcat enjoy hehe ✨

[teyvat-imagines]

hello luvly <33 i recently just found your blog and i think your writing is amazing!! i was wondering if i could request headcanons for childe, diluc, and zhongli with an s/o who has cute coping mechanisms/things to do to give them comfort when they're sad? like their s/o would climb onto their lap, play with their hands, or just cuddle n listen to their heartbeat?? ofc, if you dont feel like doing this request i understand!! yeah hehe that's it. i hope you take care and have an amazing day :>

Ahhh thank you!! ;w; And thank you for being so patient waiting for this request! I hope you enjoy it!! ^w^

S/O With Cute Coping Mechanisms

Childe:

○ Childe is absolutely fine with the little things you like to do when you're upset. He's often insisted on having you come to him when you aren't feeling very good. His arms are always open wide, ready and inviting, just for you to crawl into his embrace nd let him hold you close.

○ He'll take some time off work and just let you curl up with him, watching you with a small smile as you pick up his hands and play with them, a soft and distant expression on your face.

○ Has he abused his Foul Legacy form just to make himself bigger and make you feel more protected and hidden away in his arms? Yes he most definitely has. You always scold him after, but in the moment it's such a sweet gesture, designed to bring you as much comfort as possible that you can't be mad.

○ No matter what, he'll do anything and everything he can to make sure you feel safe and comfortable in his arms. And if you need to spend the whole day hiding away with them? Then so be it, he'll do just that for you.

Diluc:

○ It caught Diluc off guard the first time you moved to hold him from behind, your head resting against his back, one hand moving to play with his hair softly. He of course immediately asked if you were okay, and you just hummed softly in response, focused more on just playing with his hair and the comfort it brought you.

○ When this happened a few more times, he had his suspicions that it was a comfort thing for you, but he still wanted to check. He asked you up front, wanting to ensure he had got this right and wasn't misunderstanding. Diluc made it very clear he didn't mind of course, he just wanted to know so he could set aside ample time to care for you then.

○ Once he's had that confirmation, he's very attuned to when you're having a bad day. When he can tell you're not feeling so good, he pulls you away with him to a room to be alone and just holds you. He's fine to let you spend hours playing with his hair if it helps. Whatever he can do to bring you comfort.

○ He'll smooth your back and cradle you in his arms and hide away from the world with you. Nothing is too much for his loving partner, and he'll remind you of this often.

Zhongli:

○ He's always more than happy to hold you close, even more so when he can tell that you're not feeling good. So when he found that you took comfort just being in his arms and resting your head against his chest to hear his heartbeat? Zhongli was immediately ready to indulge you as much as you needed.

○ He'll make a day out of it, brewing some nice tea and curling up with you to the peaceful sounds of Liyue. His hand will move to your head, petting softly as he talks about the past, telling you old stories and legends of the geo nation.

○ His heartbeat is steady and calming and between the soothing sound of his voice and his heart, and of course the feeling of his hand on your head, it's easy to doze off in his arms.

○ When you're with him your troubles just seem to melt away, and you can finally relax for the first time in a while. You always apologise when you wake up again, and he brushes off your apology with a warm smile and reassurance that it's okay.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

brainrotting over a very tsundere mothman ;__; imagine a terrifying creature that is just "soft" towards you and you only, and he's just with you a lot even if he scoffs and doesn't seem to "like" the things you do. (example be like... you wanna pet him but he moves away, seeming uninterested but when you pet him he's just unexpectedly purring quietly, leaning close a bit, shy bebbi)

aaaaAAHHH imagine receiving actual comfort from him too... When he looks at you crying (or an attack in general), and slowly tries to get close to help... He's never done something like this, likely learning because of how you treated him or what he felt would help. qwq

~ 🩹 anon !

oh yesssss i love Foul Legacy being all tough but secretly soft for you hehe

he acts like he doesn't care about you, but really he does- why else would he follow you around the house, watching intently and quickly looking away when you turn? the creature from the woods- Foul Legacy- doesn't say much. he's more of a constant, looming presence behind you, scary for some but comforting for you. you've become accustomed to his silent ways, how he grumbles when you ask him a question, how he acts like you're pestering him yet never leaves your side

once you began scritching under his chin and caught him by surprise, the small hisses quickly turning to quiet purrs as he leaned into your touch, crystalline eye slipping closed. he had yelped that day once he realized what he was doing, already-crimson mask blushing further yet unable to tear himself away from your touch. you hear more of those sounds nowadays- excited chirps and little trills and sweet, meltingly soft croons. he allows you to pet him more, murmuring and hesitantly clasping your wrist in his claws. not all the time, but sometimes

but when Foul Legacy walks in on you sitting on your floor, head buried in your knees, he's lost. he's only been taught to maim and kill, which is all he needed before... but you're so small and fragile-looking right now, and he wants to help you smile again but how? how can he get close without breaking you? he quietly sits beside you, and to his surprise you turn and lean against him, wrapping your hand around one of his claws. small chirps slip from his mouth as he begins to gently pat your head, cooing happily when your sobs lessen and begin to die away. if you give him permission, he carefully gathers you in his arms and sets you on his lap, stroking up and down your back like you would often do for him

and that's when you know that he really does care for you, in his own way <33

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Actually, imagine Ajax and Legacy are like, mildly upset because something happened and they were a little annoyed at us.

So,

OBVIOUSLY

We show up with a boom box and serenade them back into being ok with us. Hopefully, we amuse them enough for them to forget why they were upset in the first place.

(Also, get them flowers to add to the bit.)

they're actually quite quick to forgive you, but they do so enjoy pouting from time to time hehe

Foul Legacy perks up the instant he hears the music, something soft and delicate, just the way he likes it. Ajax is the one trying to sulk, tugging at the corners of his mind in protest and attempting to get Legacy to stay in his blanket nest. he hesitates for a few moments more- just long enough for you to slip into the room with the gramophone from downstairs and a few flowers in your hands, lovely and blue and in full bloom. the gramophone plays gentle music as you hum along, even occasionally adding words into the melody, sitting tentatively beside him and holding out the flowers. a sincere apology falls from your lips, a hopeful but reserved smile on your face. there are no tears, no pleading- just the music, flowers, and your honest words

Legacy tilts his head very slowly, as if he's contemplating you, but the fur around his shoulders ruffles and fluffs up and it's clear that he's holding back a happy trill

your smile turns slightly relieved as you scoot closer, starting to weave the flowers into his fluff and hair. Legacy trembles for a few minutes until he can't contain himself, chirping and firmly bumping his head against your chest and under your hands, urging you to scratch behind his horns. you laugh, setting the flowers aside and ruffling his hair, his purrs matching the tune from the gramophone. Ajax sighs within his head, but he can't help but smile, too. he knows you'll keep some flowers to weave in his hair and preserve later, the thought alone making his heart warm. for now he just watches you and Legacy fondly, the Abyssal monster's copper hair slowly becoming dotted with little bunches of soft blue and green

it's like the field you like to watch sunsets in, trailing into twilight and leaning against Ajax or Foul Legacy with that lovely little smile on your face

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hey Wifi ! 🫧 anon here ! I hope you’re doing well.

I was wondering if you got my little brainrot about FL with a blind reader ? I sent it a few days ago, but I have a feeling this app doesn’t like me and sent it to oblivion, again, just like with the very first ask I sent, the one where I was rambling about Foul Legacy and the reader visiting Liyue at night and him making our worries go away with cuddles and chirps under the stars.

Anyway, love your little headcanons, especially the last one with puppet!reader. The idea of a very fragile, porcelain being being cared for and loved by a tough, armored yet oh so soft Abyss Creature is so endearing to me, this is just an open door to Fluffland and Wholesome City !

See you soon ! 🫧

hi hi my dear! not to worry, i got it safe and sound!! it's adorable and i love it and i'm thinking of the best way to respond to it, i promise <33

hehe thank you, i'm currently very attached to puppet reader so forgive me for rambling a bit here- you're a bit more fragile than the Raiden Shogun puppet and Scaramouche because your body was a prototype, so while they're more human-like, the texture of your skin really does resemble porcelain or delicate pottery, which makes Foul Legacy extremely protective of you. he always slows his walking pace so you can keep up without running, even carrying you when he wants to move faster, and when you're sleeping he's careful to curl himself around you, resting your head in the lilac fluff around his shoulders. he frets over the small, spiderweb cracks that appear on your body, only calmed by your pets and gentle reassurance

sometimes he worries that he isn't a good match for you, the sharp structure of his armor often brushing against your delicate skin, and yet while he worries about accidentally hurting you, you seemingly delight in gently tapping your fist against his shoulder, laughing at the echoing sound it makes. you don't fear injuries or pain, merely experiencing them with immense curiosity, the same way you see the rest of the world. so when Foul Legacy shies away from your touch, you embrace him with open arms, and eventually, he hugs you back with a soothing, rumbling purr of contentment

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

SAME ANON FROM THE CHILDHOOD READER WANTING TO PROTECT AJAX AAAH!! MY HEART… I LOVE THAT SO MUCH!! Foul Legacy getting love and comfort makes my heart go Q__Q <3 <3 I love the idea of FL falling for reader once he returns hELP PLEASE??? Imagine they would ruffle or pet Ajax' hair when they were young after the abyss and Legacy is just <3 <3 just little small things for him (that they'll definitely do with FL now, free affection <3)

Ajax may be strong and dangerous, same goes with big mothman, but that is not gonna stop reader from protecting them. owo (I hope it's okay to send another rambling aah! I live for childhood AUs so much and I love the scenarios you make!! ;v ;)

HEHE YOU ARE SOSO WELCOME I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WHAT YOU SENT IN <3333 (original ask here!!!)

you being a source of genuine affection for Ajax... when he returns from the Abyss, he's clearly changed, and no one but his family wants to be near him. no one but his family- and you. all the other children your age fear his newfound violent tendencies and stay as far away as possible, but you have no shame in jumping on him in a hug, swinging your hands back and forth together, or ruffling his hair, your innocent childhood combined with your protective nature. and Ajax, oh, he craves the small things you do for him, the wonderfully casual way you spend time with him instead of walking on eggshells like everyone else. whenever you squeeze him or playfully pat his head, he feels safe, like his fall into the Abyss never happened, and he can almost believe it if it wasn't for the creature chittering ecstatically in his mind- Foul Legacy's not used to even the slightest bit of affection, and it overwhelms him at first as he falls for you as much as Ajax has

when Ajax gets sent to the Fatui, he eventually grows accustomed to the lack of contact, the way his coworkers either regard him with fear or distaste. when he returns to you and experiences your affections again, now wholeheartedly love, he feels like he's melting into your arms and nearly cries. Foul Legacy's not used to being protected- in the Abyss, life is ruthless and cold- and furthermore he doesn't really need to be protected, but when you look up at him with a slight frown and tell him that he's worth being protected, no matter what, he almost breaks right then and there. the sensation of you holding him, an Abyssal monster who only escaped by latching himself to a mortal, like he's something precious makes him tremble with emotion- so many emotions he's never felt before- and he allows himself to indulge and lean into your touch, the same soft pets you give Ajax. eventually Foul Legacy lapses into slumber and vanishes, leaving a tired, teary Ajax in your arms, who pulls you close into a tight hug, begging for just a moment longer

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Just had a idea, it's for the last ask i sent.

Ajax stayed 3 months in the abyss but 3 days outside of it, right? Well, since reader separated themselves from ajax they stayed around a month outside of the abyss, wich would explain why their human form is more monstrous close to how Childe looks when on human form.

Also, just kinda thinking how reader interacts with foul legacy, how Childe interacts with abyss Angel! reader and how abyss Angel and foul legacy interact when abyss Angel dosen't attempt murder just like the first time they met

hehe you're in luck anon!!! the lovely person who thought up the original ask has more ideas!!! (original post linked here <33)

Foul Legacy is definitely more affectionate than you, human or Abyssal form- maybe he's naturally sweet, maybe he's trying to apologize for hurting you, all those years ago- either way, anytime Childe's in Foul Legacy he snuggles up to you, or at least tries to. you're constantly tense around him, and the first few times he tries to bring you into a hug, you flinch and hurriedly walk to the Traveler's side. they hate him for hurting you and the Harbor, and make their dislike clear through well-placed glares whenever he looks at you a moment too long. sometimes when you're left alone together, Foul Legacy will whisper in your mind through your connection to the Abyss, soft and soothing. your stoic expression never shifts, but he can see your shoulders drop slightly, tension easing, and he rumbles quietly in satisfaction

your Abyssal form, however, is a different story. somehow you're even quieter than you are in human form, and the shift never seems to strain you like it does to Childe. and unlike him, you never speak in his mind, and you seem to enjoy the silence that comes with it as you idly chip away any flaws on your talons. when he's human Childe only nods at you- he knows his mortal form reminds you of the day he abandoned you to the Abyss' claws- and only in his Foul Legacy form does he dare come closer, going so far as to sit beside you. he hears not words but a smooth humming in his head, and it saddens him to hear how much older and more tired you sound now. Childe hums back to you, voice low and growling but somehow still conveying the gentle, sweet part of him he only shows to you, and you pause as he transitions to an old Snezhnayan lullaby from your childhood

your head tilts towards him, a miniscule amount, and Childe purrs, his heart fluttering at the first step of healing your broken heart

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

heya it's me, the person whose package got ruined and made ne break down like a 5 year old and I'm glad to update that I have a replacement on the way so this story has a happy ending :] thank you so much for that mini drabble, heaven knows that's what given me the courage to let the seller know about this ordeal and got me the replacement! its a bit hard to give back but I'll try my best to return the favor!

ever since the inevitable fall to his current transformation, all childe (all foul legacy) had known was darkness. Be it the corrupted air of miasma found below or the moonless nights above Celestia.

There was nothing but darkness. Boundless night.

Then there was you, a human humming a nondescript tune only familiar to you.

Suddenly, he had found himself engulfed by warmth, his singular eye shining at the light you provided.

His Polar Star.

It always started and ended without you none the wiser: you'd roam around, singing, humming, sometimes softly speaking, and childe would linger in the back and within the darkness covering his massive form. He'd protect you, so your walks were never disturbed.

And he had thought, this is enough. He was content.

One day you stopped. Paused. Without letting him know, you turned around, bright eyes staring at his sole one.

"Hello."

Perhaps, he thought, this is what falling in love feels like.

YAHOO!!!!!! i'm so glad you were able to get a replacement!!! :D and i'm very happy that the little drabble i added helped, i'm proud of you!!!! hehe and i will enjoy this delicious meal you've given me :D

Childe's first reaction is fright, and your surprise greeting makes him turn tail and flee in sheer shock and surprise. he doesn't see how you reach for him, crestfallen, only retreating to his nest near the Abyss in an attempt to calm his nerves

he's scared, now that you know of him- he doesn't want to corrupt you with the darkness that follows him relentlessly

and yet still he returns to watch over you, the Abyssal heart in his chest blooming with new, curious flowers. you're sitting in a field, reading a book and humming the same song you always sing when you hear the leaves rustle, and you turn to glimpse the magnificent creature from before, his crystalline eye watching you faithfully from the shadows

"hello again"

the creature flinches, and for a moment you think he's going to run off again, but instead when you step closer, he slowly emerges into the sunlight, tense and hesitant. you extend a hand towards him, palm upwards in an offering of peace, and after a moment you feel cool, metallic claws wrap tentatively around your fingers

he's shivering, and you squeeze his talons reassuringly

oh- you're so warm, so fragile compared to him- Childe's heart blossoms further as soft affection fills his being, a croon instinctively slipping from his mouth, and he only leans more into your touch when you move to pet in between his crimson horns

eventually he collapses into your lap, quiet chirps and trills dancing about as you pet and caress his hair, his mask, his horns- when you scritch under his chin, Childe's entire body shudders, feeling years of stress and worries wash away as he begins to purr for the very first time

with you, it's like the Abyss never had a hold on him in the first place

your humming resumes as you brush his fluffy ginger hair with your fingers, and Childe feels his eye beginning to droop closed, cooing tiredly and nudging against your hands. through a haze of dreams he hears you laugh kindly, stretching out your legs so he can snuggle closer and cling to you

"rest, my lovely protector. i will be here when you wake up"

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

reading your tags and realizing the angst potential of the childhood friends AU :3c (I love angst with fluff/good endings sm, cannot handle ones with none at all :,D)

like. imagine being his best friend when you two were young, knowing he's changed ever since you lost him for a few days, but you were there for him, hoping things will be okay. then you meet up with him, and things looked very promising! you knew him too well and he's almost the same Ajax you knew and adored! possibly pining for each other too hehe

that was until you caught him murdering someone you likely knew (but you weren't close or anything, you just know them from work maybe?) and seeing the look in his eyes, realized this isn't his first, second, or third time doing this. you knew the light in his eyes was gone when you found him again, you knew he was different, he was resorting to violence and you did expect him to still be like that, honestly. but not like this. the betrayal hits you hard, but you still gave him a chance. albeit it, at the cost of how betrayed and a bit emotionless towards him. it was different but you tried to warm up, even if this was the outcome.

imagine meeting Legacy for the first time though… he's having a meltdown, you probably heard or seen him once or twice, but not a lot. (probably in your childhood though eheh~) you'd approach him cautiously, trying to hush him down a bit. Legacy better kneels down because you'll gently hold his face, rest your forehead against his and murmur some soft words that you used to tell Ajax when he was upset as a kid. even if you're betrayed, it wasn't fair for you to feel like that towards Legacy, knowing they're somewhat different? you're not leaving his side even if he calms down, gently telling Legacy to please be okay and know that you're not mad at him.

possibly even saying that even if you're betrayed, you don't hate Ajax, because surely he's there listening, right? you're just upset that things turned out to be like this, but you can't hate him even if you honestly wanted to. you feel like you should, but you can't. he's your first, and only friend you have, and is someone you deeply cherished.

right now, you want him to know that it's okay, things will work out slowly. well, you want Legacy to know that the most.

(may or may not be a re-occurring anon dropping some minor scenarios i'm too shy and i don't wanna flood your inbox with some ramblings ah- I love your FL content so much thank you for blessing us with this <3 <3)

aaaa you and me both, anon!!!! angst with happy endings is my bread and butter, since i love writing feelings but i want everyone to end up happy :D

oh but just imagine Foul Legacy inside Ajax's mind, watching you witness your best friend kill someone, watching you step back in horror- he whines so desperately, clawing at the boundary between Ajax's body and his to tell you not to be afraid, to hold you close and show how much they both truly care for you because he, the Abyssal half of your friend, loves you too

but he's too weak, and is stuck watching you grow closed off and wary of Ajax- it's so hard to give him a second chance when you're having doubts that he ever cared for you at all

so when you finally come face-to-face with Foul Legacy, he thinks you're going to despise him- after all, he represents everything that changed and warped Ajax into how he is today, so why wouldn't you hate him? but instead you approach slowly, whispering and hushing him to calm his frazzled nerves until he can at least tell the world apart, leaning into your touch as an anchor to reality so you can wipe away his tears. you can tell immediately, whether by the soft whines that slip from his fanged mouth or the way his claws wrap around your hands, that Foul Legacy is not Ajax- or at least, not entirely. so you settle yourself beside him, linking your hands around your knees and striking up a conversation about anything and everything to help him calm down. eventually you hear his breathing even out, occasionally rumbling or humming in response to something you said, and suddenly a weight settles on your shoulder as he unabashedly snuggles his face into your neck

it's been so long since you've been this close to him or Ajax, and when you pet his hair Foul Legacy shivers and purrs

he listens to you talk about the recent years and your conflicted feelings, the way you know you should hate Ajax but just can't, how you're so lonely all the time because you really can't bring yourself to believe that Ajax even considers you a friend anymore, and Foul Legacy whimpers at the way your voice hitches as you hold back tears

but then you smile, just barely, and scritch behind his horns, saying that there's no way you could ever hate him- none of this is his fault after all, and Foul Legacy's been nothing but sweet to you. you're not sure when he'll have to disappear and Ajax will return, but at least you can stave off the loneliness and savor his presence while it lasts, curling up in his arms and listening to his deep, rumbling purrs of relief

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hiii, your fics are such a huge comfort 💙 thank you for all your writings abt our moth boy 💕

something i'd really love your thoughts on is if foul legacy can eat food? Does he need them still? since he's transformed into an abyssal creature and stuff, is food still something he can enjoy or does it disgust him?

cause ngl cooking is... kinda the only thing im good at T-T or at least it's the only skill im most confident in? and i love cooking for loved ones. I would love to be able to make legacy a whole feast or something (like i'd be genuinely happy if i can cook that much for anyone if they need it) but maybe it would be disgusting for him??

hehe i'm glad you enjoy my fics!!! may they continue to bring you much comfort during tough times!!! <333

you're in luck!! Foul Legacy can still enjoy food to the fullest!! verdict's still out on if he really NEEDS it (i'd say technically no, he can survive without it, but it helps improve his general health still) but if you're a good cook he will happily eat any food you give him!! you'll need to be careful the first few months you start taking care of him, though- he's been surviving on his own for a while and his body isn't able to process anything super heavy or rich- but after he's healthy again he loves anything you give him!! (there's a decent chance he cries the first few times he eats the food you make, since it's good and tasty and he hasn't had something like this in so long)

Childe will also try to help you in the kitchen!! it,,, doesn't work very well since he's quite big and takes up a lot of space, and if he makes a mistake he whimpers and hunches over :(( so instead you let him help taste test things!! he can and will tug on your sleeve, snuggling into your neck until you relent and give him some snacks. eventually he does end up learning how to navigate the kitchen and make a few of your recipes, mostly things like soup in case you get sick!! he keeps it a secret because he wants to surprise you the next chilly day, because what's better than coming home to a hot meal?

well, maybe a hot meal AND a soft fluffy Foul Legacy purring happily <33

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Ask for Plant Brain and You shall Recieve Plant brain.

Robot AU, Foul Legacy is a sentient robot who was left abandoned for thousands of years because he was deemed too dangerous. Here comes funky ol you comin and taking a stroll in the woods then all of a sudden, the flash of light comes on and you're meeted with a MothBot. It was scared confused: who are you? Where was he? Where was his creator? Over time, and over the course of several forest strolls, you become more friendly with Childe, for a machine deemed too dangerous for the public, he was quite sweet. I feel like this would also fit Abyss-Bedo as yk....actual chalk being now is a robot.

Bonus: The robots are mossy and decorated with flowers from their time exposed to the elements.

*waters your plant brain so it sprouts little flowers <33*

oh oh oh what if you also have an interest in machines!! maybe not a full-fledged mechanic yet but one in training!! so when you get your first glimpse of robot Foul Legacy your interest is immediately piqued, which he's used to- robots with sentience are extremely rare and difficult to create. he fully expects you to not return again, to be afraid of him like everyone else, yet against all odds you come back the next day. not to follow him or anything, but just with the hope of seeing him through the trees again, and every time you do you smile and wave to him!!

he learns to wave back to you, after some time, and he realizes he very much likes the delighted look that spreads across your face.

the day he finally lets you approach is one of the happiest days of your life- and of his, or at least what he can remember. your eyes are shining and you're almost bouncing on your feet, reaching for a cloth to help clean off the rust like you've done so many times. mothbot lets out a surprised chirp when you start wiping his face- the sound is creaky and faint from years of misuse, but it fades into rusty purrs as you continue gently rubbing his cheek with the cloth. you're careful to clean any tarnish from his face, but you leave the little flowers twined around his horns alone because they look adorable <33 Childe gently pokes your face with a claw while you're admiring him, marveling at how soft you are, and he feels a surge of protectiveness over this curious human who found him <33

!!!!! oh my goodness Albedo could be another robot who's owned by some company!! maybe he's been made as a weapon but is more easily controlled than Childe, so that's why he's not discarded!!!

(both of them getting attached to you and being so confused and protective hehe)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Okay so I just pulled for Polar Star and got it? In the 1st 10 pulls? Like that NEEDS to be a sign 0.0

Anyway I'm a huge simp for your foul legacy childe and can i request a scenario where the reader is really into forging weapons (with a pyro vision for good measure) and makes the polar star for childe as a genuine gift of love?

Bonus if Childe was just in his foul legacy form beating up a ruinguard or smth and then his love shows up and hands him the bow like "I made this. For you <3"

wifi,,,,,, write fluff??? wifi in a fluffy mood???? oh! oh!! jail for wifi!!! jail for wifi for One Thousand Years!!!!!

(hehe we're all simps here and it is my duty to convert people to foul legacy Childe simpage)

~ * ~ Sunshine

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Fluff Warnings: Fire, weapons, allusions to fighting (at the end)

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Spring in Liyue was flourishing. Morning dawns, in their delicate dew-covered trimmings and mist, awake to greet the day in colors of rose and gold and lilacs, birds cheeping out in tune Hello, hello! Rise and shine! Flowering blossoms fill the afternoons with heavy, sleepy fragrance, warmed by the sunkissed earth as May transitions into June and sprinkling rain is replaced with fluffy, wispy clouds. Evenings beckon with cool breeze, sky dotted with twinkling stars and crisp moonlight to spill and flow and illuminate the stone forests and speckled amber. The days, light and soft and mora-colored, repeat in blissful ignorance of their own passing and blooming. And at the center of the city, you. The door swings open, its welcome bell jingling in your wake as you step into the street, weekly shopping clasped firmly in hand. You bask in the sunlight shining overhead, relishing the warm rays on your face, a small smile gracing your features. With your work finished for the day and your errands ran and ushered on, you weave through the bustling streets and head towards one of your favorite places in all of Teyvat: The forging queue. The blacksmith Master Zhang gives you a nod of acknowledgement as you jog to a free station, already aware of your talents. He, in fact, was the one who agreed to teach you more about forging when it first piqued your interest, although tentatively. At the beginning he had refused, saying that the craft took years of training and was not a plaything, this you knew. Then you almost burned your hand off by accident. He didn’t turn you away after that. As stubborn as you had been, you and the smithy Master were now quite close, a love for crafts forging a strong friendship involving many blueprints and much sharing of materials, which fluctuated daily. Today’s specialty was crystal, and your smile widens with glee. Your latest project sits on the table, begging to be finished and be permitted to unleash its full potential. A silvering bow, sharply accentuated by water and frost with a thread of ice strung between the two tips. A star juts outward as an arrow-like aim, a floating polarity carved from a shattered snowfall. You carefully shove the unfinished bow slightly to the side, occupying yourself with shaving and chipping away at the crystal into perfect sheets of stained glass, your pyro Vision flickering as you weld them to the metallic base. Twinkling brilliantly, the sheen of the crystal calls no need for gloss or varnish, and Master Zhang catches the sparkle reflected in your eyes when you complete the masterful weapon. Elegant yet spined and jagged; blue, silver, cyan. Woven crystals and threaded metals; it’s perfect. The Polar Star. A star for your shining star, your beloved Childe. You’ve seen the longing glances he gives the weapons at the smithy, you know how he yearns to master every manner of battle and fight, but how he turns away and back to you as well, trilling as if he’s alright, he doesn’t need anything gleaming and new. But you, in all your stubbornness and determination, kept a secret of the Polar Star as you crafted it, day after day, as a sweet surprise. A proud grin stretches across your face as you admire the bow, setting and wrapping it securely in thick packaging paper and picking up your bags. Another nod from Master Zhang bids you on your way towards the forests of Mount Tianheng, following the path Childe had wandered off to this morning. A little hunt, he told you, or rather gestured to you. He’d be back by sundown at the latest! Of course, in this case, you find him first. It’s the hilichurls he’s targeted today, slaying and destroying all the makeshift camps near the exit of Liyue, the bridge connecting the city to the wilderness of reaching mountains. It seems Childe had taken your grumbles about how irritating the monsters were to heart, secretly vowing to clear the path and be able to purr Just for you, just for you! as a reversal of roles in surprise. Luckily he’s not far from the bridge, your arms relaxing slightly at the thought of being able to

set the heavy bow down shortly, a weapon crafted for someone far taller and stronger than you. A cheerful yell slips out of your mouth as you lift your hand in greeting, Childe perking up when he catches sight of you hauling a mysterious package to him. With an excited chirp he’s suddenly by your side, a fluffy, purring moth monster lifting you into his arms before you can say 1-2-3 and nuzzling his forehead against your cheek. He trills in question and tilts his head- what’re you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in the city, finishing your work? Of course he’s happy to see you- overjoyed even! Did you see him fight? Are you proud? You grin, letting out a light laugh. Of course you’re proud! His hydro Vision is so versatile in battle, especially when you work together to cause the Vaporization of blood and tears into mist. Hopping down from Childe’s arms, you slide the simply-wrapped gift towards him, nodding at the curious chirp he makes to tell it’s for him. Claws pinched delicately, he unfolds and unwinds the string and paper holding the contraption together, and the gleaming Polar Star rolls out with a chinkling twinkle. It’s even more beautiful out in the wild, crystalline wings glittering with carved facets and trapped stars and silvery metal flowing like a stream of glass-clear water. You both hush, in awe of the craftsmanship although you yourself created it, and gingerly, almost frightened, Childe nudges it with a talon. For… me? You nod. Yes, for you. Only for you. He knows you made it, he sees the way your Vision flickers and glows along with your eyes, shining with joy and anticipation. It’s just his size, the string pulled taunt between flaring prongs of sharp bejeweled pricks that burn with cold intent. Hesitantly he picks it up, even more carefully running a claw over the sheer prismatic sheets and testing the sturdiness with a flick, a note ringing out from the humming thread. It’s breathtaking and otherworldly, glowing like your current smile that he catches and holds close to his heart. What was the word he said when you first met? Sunshine. That’s you, his sunshine. So full of passion and life, like the flaring flame of a gem hanging from your belt, a counterpart to his cold homeland and flowing hydro abilities. You had raised a brow at him then, looking almost amused but not entirely certain, in the time he didn’t know you, nor you him. Childe sets the bow to the side, for now, to in turn embrace you, cooing and trilling in delight at the prospect of being able to train with a new weapon after all these months. You laugh and bury your face in his fluff, elated that he’s so happy with your gift after weeks of toiling over it, countless days spent welding and carving and at times searching for your own materials, all to combine and create a single object of frozen starlight. He lets you down, watching as you plant your feet on the ground and hand him the bow with that sweet smile you always directed to him. Plucking the weapon from your grasp, he flips it around and practices aiming- it really is the perfect size for him, specifically forged with his stature and strength in mind. The brush rustles behind you, and both you and Childe turn unperturbed. You would be fools to assume the hilichurls would stay gone for long, and a fool was the last thing you could afford to be in Teyvat. Your two Visions flash simultaneously, hungry to be put to use, and Childe shrugs and readies the Polar Star as if he’s been using it all his life while you retrieve your own weapon, sneakily stashed away for such an occasion. A purr filters through your ears and you smile upwards, returned with a sharp-toothed smile of his own, knowing you can hold your own even without proper training. From this angle Childe’s weapon looks even more stunning, through light across the grass as the sun beams through it. What a wonder was the art of jeweled faceting! To make a rough piece of stone into a magnificent sliver of the moon! The bushes shiver again, and you can hear the hilichurls growling in their raspy way, not like

the sweet, gentle growls your moth monster makes. You tense, a set of claws curling around your hand reassuringly. The trees fly apart, and sparks and raindrops collide as you dance together.