#foul legacy does NOT feel safe here and he knows that you're safe

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you and Ajax who have been friends for years, since you were both children unaware of the world. before everything, you were both sweet, quiet children. while most others your age had a large circle of friends, you and Ajax had only each other, but that was okay, because it was all you needed in your little town of Morepesok. days were spent at one house or another, inside or out playing in the snow to your heart's content. you even had a special song; an old lullaby you learned from a ratty book in the library. before that day, the day Ajax turned 14 and went missing, your life was quiet. when you finally found your friend, he had changed. gone was the sweet little boy from before, the sparkle in his eyes replaced by a hollow dullness. he began getting into fights- and winning, no less, with a type of horrid joy painted on his face. it scared you, scared you so much, but somehow he never turned his newfound desire to fight and defeat and win towards you- it seemed more like part of the reason he fought was to protect you. in a way you both grew up too fast- Ajax in the three days he never spoke of, and you from simply staying by his side. soon his father had enough and shipped him off to the Fatui, letting you say goodbye one last time. he promised to visit with tears in his eyes, the first time you've seen him cry in years. you grew into someone much like your childhood self- quiet, but kind- only now with the knowledge of life on your shoulders, and soon you found yourself working a good job with the Fatui. a desk job, perhaps, but it was peaceful and easy and paid well, and Pantalone, the head of your department, treated his workers well enough. you knew Ajax was a Harbinger now, going by the name "Tartaglia", but he was often away from home on missions. besides, who were you to expect him to recognize you after being apart for so long? you suppose his duties kept him too busy to visit much in the end, but you never were one to hold a grudge. your stride is easy and relaxed as you make the trip to Pantalone's office, a stack of papers due for review in your hands. idly you hum that old song from your childhood as you walk, before your peaceful monotony is broken by the sound of faint, inhuman screeches behind you. at first you wonder if someone displeased one of the Lords again, but it draws nearer, along with something akin to claws scraping at the floor. shivers run up your spine as someone- or something- makes its way towards you, your heart turning to ice when whatever-it-is lets out a deep growl. it's behind you. your world falls away until it's just you and the thing looming over you, and despite every fiber of your being screaming not to you slowly turn and look up. the monster staring down at you is beautifully terrifying- or terrifyingly beautiful- with its crimson mask and glimmering wings that seem to hold the cosmos in them. a final note from the lullaby you were humming escapes your throat, and the creature tilts its head, listening intently as you stand frozen, the papers in your hands crinkling under the force of your grip. the beast takes another look at you, and the light in its singular oceanic eye brightens as it kneels to your height. you stumble backwards, nearly falling, but are quickly caught by hands much larger than yours and tipped with razor-sharp talons. with movements much more delicate than you'd expect, you're gingerly lifted and set onto the monster's lap, the cold mask-like face now buried in the crook of your neck making you tremble from chill. purr-like noises rumble from the beast's chest, like it's trying to soothe you, as normal human footsteps approach from the same way the monster came. Il Dottore stands over you and the creature, looking down with apparent interest. his lips curl into a smirk when the beast snarls at him and tightens its grip around your body, before the Harbinger snaps his fingers and orders it to release you. the monster is unwilling at first, but something about the look Dottore gave it must've silently conveyed meaning, because suddenly it flinches and the arms curled around your waist retract. without another word Dottore shoos you back to your post, the mask on his face doing nothing to conceal the acute gleam of interest in his eyes. the next morning, you receive a note from your superiors. your position has been changed, and you're to report immediately to your new one, in Lord Dottore's lab.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Okay soo hc idea, who’s more easily jealous and who’s more insecure? (this idea was inspired by the childe angst post)

I too feel like childe doesnt get easily jealous but i cant say the same about FL, maybe its natural instincts?

and for insecurity, i cant tell which of them would be more insecure; i think childe to be an overthinker, so he’s insecure on things like not being good enough maybe, but if FL was insecure it seems it could be on the fact that since childe and him dont completely share consciousness, he’s afraid to throw you off as a monster because of his unapproachable form.

*cracks knuckles* oh buddy do i have an answer for you

for starters, Childe is the more jealous one, but neither of them get extremely jealous, does that make sense? they're both more protective than they are possessive, it's just that when comparing them Childe does get jealous more easily than Foul Legacy does. it's mostly because of insecurity, the nagging feeling in his mind whenever he sees someone you're close with- you deserve so much better than him, you should be with someone who can be by your side and keep you safe all the time, instead of a danger-seeking Harbinger like himself. it makes him feel sick with nerves and envy, and eventually he seeks you out and stubbornly wraps his arms around your waist so he can hold you before he worries himself into a tizzy

Foul Legacy, however, is incredibly insecure at the beginning. you know he's a monster, right? a dreaded creature that clawed his way out of the Abyss, right? that he shouldn't even be here, let alone sharing a mortal's body, right?? are you sure you're not staying because you pity him, or because you just love Childe? it gets to the point where one night you sit him down on your bed, take a deep breath, and give him a long, tender lecture on how you're not going anywhere and that you love both him AND Childe. needless to say he's in tears by the end of it, burying his face in your shoulder with a choked whine. it's not like his insecurity vanishes overnight after that, but it becomes more manageable over time <33

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Absolutely adore the 'dumb mortal' - - > 'my mortal' post.

What if every time Childe transforms to Foul Legacy, whether by will or when FL takes control, FL always greets you with a snuggle and calling you my mortal? It's his term of endearment. FL knows that Childe calls you various nicknames, from my angel to my love. So FL does not dare use any of those terms (he is fearful of Childe. Let's just say that FL will never hear the end or it if he does. If Childe can hear FL in his mind when he's in human form, perhaps when he's in his abyssal form, FL will also hear Childe's thoughts/inner voice).

Foul Legacy carries you in his arms, still purring. You go with him as he retrieves his galaxy-dipped spear and he poofs it out of existence. By the time you leave the Golden House, it was night time. Legacy knows the way home, Childe made him memorize the roads, so he can get home safely in case they're unable to switch back. Legacy gracefully hops off roofs, occasionally teleporting here and there. You marvel at the sights and sounds of Liyue's lantern-lit night. Your arms are around his neck, fingers digging into fluff. A soft trill comes out of Legacy as he hears you gasp in awe, marveling at the world beneath you. His arms tighten around you a bit, squeezing, feeling the flesh underneath his talons, committing this to memory. He doesn't always have the front view, the control of this borrowed body. He briefly wonders if he ever will have full control, probably not. He trills low and sad but quickly cuts it off so you don't notice. Soon you're back home, an entire floor of a building. He tugs the windows aside and settles you down gently. Talons always on your hands to assist you, never breaking skin, never putting too much pressure. He leans down burrowing his masked face against your neck, purring softly. He can feel Childe starting to take control over their body. Legacy pushes back, eager to spend one more moment with you.

Your hands touch his red masked face, lifting them up from your neck so you could look into his crystalline eye. 'Thank you, my Foul Legacy.' You place a gentle kiss on the edge of his eye, then his cheek. The purring doubles, arms coming around you.

Until the purring ceases and the talons disappear. Human hands slide onto the back of your head and against the small of your back. Soft ginger locks and two blue eyes, with a glimmer in them - the eyes people don't see, the ones reserved for you alone - appear before you. Childe searches your face for any sign of distress, his way of making sure you're okay after spending time with Legacy. Although he's always just inside the shared body, he can never be too sure. He's your protector, it's his duty to make sure you're safe. Satisfied with your current state, he sighs softly and brings his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

'Never thought I would be jealous of Foul Legacy, taking you out on a night stroll.'

The small laugh that comes out of you makes him bring his head back up. 'There's still time, Lord Harbinger,' you drawl out the title, teasing him. He narrows his eyes at your choice of words but remained in place. 'Dinner perhaps, after your sparring session? This time I will teach you how to use chopsticks.'

He sweeps you off your feet, carrying you bridal style, already heading out the door. 'Don't go back on your word. Dinner will not end unless you manage to teach me how to use the local cutlery...my angel,' his teasing voice softens at the end.

hehoeheohehohee i'm so glad you liked it Macchiato my dear <33

i have an idea to add- if you have business that takes you away from Childe- and therefore Foul Legacy- for a while, Foul Legacy is always the one to greet you when you return. while Childe has most control over their shared body, Foul Legacy's also lonely. you're some of the only interaction he receives- definitely the only positive interaction- and misses you and your love so dearly that he demands to see you as soon as possible when you come back

today's one of those days- you've been gone for a few weeks with only a few letters to tide Childe over, and when he hears the door open and your voice fill the house his head snaps around towards the sound. just as he's getting up Foul Legacy hisses quietly, suddenly taking over and transforming in the middle of Childe's office. he's careful to not damage anything, making his way around the desk and chair before darting downstairs. your shoes aren't even off when you're swept into a hug, a plated face burying itself into the crook of your neck as Foul Legacy sways happily back and forth, purring joyfully. Childe protests, wanting to hug you too, but Foul Legacy growls and squeezes you tighter, the one time he pointblank refuses to relinquish control

your beloved Abyssal moth carries you to the couch and sets you on his lap, running his claws through your hair and up your spine- he's seen Childe do the same, so hopefully you'll like it when it's him, too!! he trills in delight when you snuggle closer, lazily messing with strands of his fluff. you mumble how nice it is to see him and Foul Legacy beams, smushing his cheek against yours and giving your fingers soft, playful nips. eventually though, he tilts his head like he's listening to something, and lets out a small, sad huff. you bid him farewell with a kiss on the cheek, and Foul Legacy's form vanishes and leaves an embarrassed-looking Childe in its place. he coughs, apologizing for Foul Legacy's antics, but you simply cuddle closer with a smile and say that you like both sides of him- Childe or Foul Legacy <333

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

The tag rambles in (the post about moth/dead!us fluttering around Foul Legacy) have given me even more random angsty ideas hehehe

Also, for a bit of size context, I personally would see us as an Atlas Moth (they're very pretty, just like everyone here <3).

"in an alternate universe Childe vanished and a sparkly moth started following you around" Ack okay but the simultaneous misery and nostalgia at getting a mini version of the big moth that we love so much. Honestly, I think that prospect would just break us, so here's a few ideas and whatnot: - Underside of the moth's wings would be sparkly, while the topside would probably be some sort of dark purple. - Antennae that look like Legacy's horns <3 <3 - Literal-moth moth would probably try to stick around our hands as much as possible - Unfortunately, we can't pet him like we could when he was mothman. Because, y'know, fragile creature and all that.

"ohhh if the moth gets hurt (because it's so easy for them to get hurt) Foul Legacy starts sobbing" - Moths can't fly again if a wing breaks, unfortunately ;-; - Frankly, I can indeed see Foul Legacy just end up sobbing at a wing of ours being broken (ooo that's a new idea, maybe I'll touch it later...) - Us, with a broken wing, crawling over and around both his claws and mask, also maybe nestling in his fur(hair)? - Uncertain if a soul moth (as I'm gonna call us) needs nutrients like a regular moth. However, if we do, then Foul Legacy may just stop by forests or something frequently in order to keep as as healthy as we can be <3



~ :D Anon (Sorry it took me so long, was busy with tests ehe)

Note: I removed the link, hopefully it'll send this time? If it does, then woop-

aaaa yeah tumblr asks can be very VERY finicky especially on anon for some reason??? once i tried to send one in and it wouldn't let me because i had too many commas, tsk tsk!!! (original ask here <33)

Foul Legacy little moth: !!!! oh my goodness imagine you're in that state where you're trying so hard to cling onto hope, trying so hard to seem fine so you don't worry your friends and family- and it seems like the little moth that started following you everywhere only helps you heal, or at least people think it should since it's a constant, comforting presence

but the moth knows the truth- it knows how you sometimes break down when you're alone in your room, no matter how happy you try to seem during the day. it knows how you cry into your hands, your sobs of "where could he be?" as you despair over your lost Abyssal monster, your missing Foul Legacy

the little moth can only perch on your fingers, fuzzy antennae waving in your face like it's trying to wipe away your tears, and despite your sadness you still find the energy to cup your friend in your hands and smile wearily- just as kind as Childe remembers

you little moth: Foul Legacy will break if his tiny moth companion gets hurt- even more so if it was by him, even on accident. his talons and armor is sharp, deadly to something so small and delicate, and he cradles the moth in his hands and weeps. the little insect flicks its antennae, almost as if it's trying to reassure him, but all he can see is the rip in the poor thing's wing

he doesn't know the moth is you, intent on keeping him company even after death- he simply knows that it feels familiar, that the creature is dear to him and someone to be treasured, for when else will a moth willingly become friends with a beast? he swears you keep you safe from now on, allowing you to snuggle into his fluff or hair, away from his claws and teeth. occasionally you'll go and perch on one of his horns, happily enjoying the breeze that you can't fly in anymore, at least not as well

on particularly peaceful days he tentatively allows you to sit on one of his claws, basking in the sun and looking awfully proud of yourself despite being a moth. you flutter your wings and he flutters his back, and Legacy can see you happily waving your antennae in the air

at those moments, Childe knows peace