#and when you go home foul legacy takes over and begins rumbling and nudging against you

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Recent brainworm: Childe x hot Gladiator from Natlan

good brainworm. i eat it

Childe starts bugging you the minute he finds out, trying to get you to spar with him- he promises he'll be careful! no limbs lost, cross his heart! and you just keep refusing over and over again, since you're here on vacation, not to do more work. you enjoy fighting, yes, but it's not the ONLY thing you like doing. but he just keeps asking and poking and pleading to spar a little; it's been so long since he had a worthy sparring partner, and the Traveler is off somewhere across the world.

finally you cave with a groan when he gives you his best pout, facepalming when he immediately lights up and runs off to get his weapons. you're evenly matched without his Vision, the fight ending only after you've playfully complimented each other to the Abyss and back, both of your cheeks warm as you press your blade to his neck and he points an arrow at your throat. you glare at each other, then break into fits of laughter, the praise coming out genuine and easy as Childe picks himself off the ground and holds a hand out to you

"Lunch?"

it doesn't take long for your friendship to progress enough to where Childe trusts you to see Foul Legacy, trusting you to not scream when his form shifts into an Abyssal beast- and you don't, only watching with wide eyes as Legacy blinks and tilts his head, slowly lowering himself to your height with a tentative chirp. you wave at him, and Childe's monstrous half brightens and begins to purr, pushing himself insistently into your hands. he's much gentler than Childe is, countering the Harbinger's boisterous confidence with sweet affection and a need for snuggles at all times- an excellent way to unwind after a long day of fighting, both with opponents and occasionally Childe during your breaks. you don't mind though, he always gets you food, and Foul Legacy is always there to greet you at after the battles are said and done <3

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// mild 4.2 archon quest spoilers!!

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Skateboards my way back because 4.2 gave us CRUMBS EVEN IF ITS FOR A MINUTE. And i had a very self indulgent thought... okay so tsun!FL, yeah? Imagine aiding him after the events and he has to take painkillers / medicine that has to help his recovery, but it's a sedative so it makes him very eepi... wHICH SUCKS FOR HIM BC HE CAN'T BE TOO ACTIVE AND FITE, but that means he'll recover faster! Imagine having to deal with this tire and stubborn moth for a while, gets difficult over his meds and when he's on his meds he gets very soft sometimes... leans onto you sleepily... fighting the whale, going back to the abyss, etc etc was probably way too tiresome and God knows how long he was there for again-

Also hello hI I MISS YOU AND EVERYONE HERE !! HOPE YOU ALL HAD A FANTASTIC WEEKEND :3

~ 🩹 nonnie !!

HI HI WELCOME BACK!!!! IT'S SO NICE TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN :D

Foul Legacy will ONLY take his medication if you're the one giving it to him- not the doctors, not his Fatui subordinates, only you- and even then he's still stubborn, hissing and glaring at the medicine like it's his worst enemy. you extend your free hand and cup his cheek, gently rubbing your thumb against it as Legacy leans into your touch, his demeanor softening with a quiet purr. finally he lets out a huff, nudging your other hand for the medicine; he swallows the pills, sticking out his tongue in disgust before pressing himself closer for you, wanting to bask in the warm, comforting feeling you exude

soon you feel Legacy leaning heavily against you, his voice coming out as little croons and chitters, wings fluttering almost absentmindedly. he shifts so his head is resting in your lap, rumbling tiredly as you pet his hair. your fingers brush over the cracks in his armor, the areas that haven't quite healed yet, and he lets out a quiet whine, curling his claws gently around your wrist. you lean back against the wall and open your arms, Legacy practically falling into your hug with his cheek snuggled into your chest, wedging his head underneath your chin. he missed you- when he was fighting the narwhal all he thought about was you and coming home to your warm embrace- it's what kept him going, really

silence falls over you both and in a few moments, you begin to hear soft snores from Foul Legacy, drowsy trills occasionally slipping from his fanged maw before he nuzzles closer, relaxing for the first time in weeks

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Can I have a Headcannon for Childe’s attention span? Just say their S/O is busy working on something, how long would he be able to hold out without getting any kind of attention. I think this would be cute.

oh goodness this took a long time to write, so sorry!! i think i went slightly off-plot but i hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

~ * ~ Lack of Attention HCs

Fluff, slight Hurt/Comfort

Warnings for loneliness, isolation, and allusions to depression

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-It’s really no secret that Childe is VERY physically affectionate -Even as a human he wasted no time throwing an arm over your shoulders once he deemed you two close enough friends, laughing and gently poking fun at you -Of course, you couldn’t know that this was because despite his Harbinger duties he was utterly enamored with you -But he was always careful to not let his adoration for you show too much; the Tsaritsa’s will came first, and you were still wary of him and the Fatui so he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable -And then… he got stuck in his Foul Legacy form -It was an accident, of course, one that you still haven’t found the reason behind, but now you’re stuck with a big moth monster version of Childe -’Stuck with him’ in the best possible way, luckily -In his new form he’s just as affectionate, only more open about it. Now there’s no shame in treating you so sweetly because he doesn’t have assignments from the Fatui anymore- not that he’d really care if he did -Unfortunately you have a sneaking suspicion that the Harbor wouldn’t react well to seeing an Abyssal monster out and about, so when running errands you usually have him stay home -BUT -When you’re just doing work around the house? -He’s around you CONSTANTLY. In your office, your room, the front room, the kitchen- he’s always somewhere nearby or at least where he can see you -Honestly he’d be right next to you 24/7 if he could, where he can nudge your side and purr in delight when you scritch around his horns -Unfortunately work occasionally has you leave the Harbor, to places away from your friends, to places you can’t take Childe -He whines sadly when you tell him you’ll be gone for a bit, but eventually relents because he knows your job is important -You ask Zhongli to check up on him because he’s one of the only people you and Childe both trust other than Dr. Baizhu and Childe needs at least SOME social interaction while you’re gone -The entire time you’re prepping to leave Childe is next to you, watching curiously and letting out quiet trills when you ask his opinion on something. However, when you’re ready to leave he leans in and bumps his forehead against yours, rumbles slightly wobbly -He watches you walk until you’re out of sight, giving you one last wave as you disappear over the horizon -And suddenly, he’s alone -Zhongli promised to check on him tomorrow, but that was hours away, and he’d only be here for a few minutes each day -Childe is determined not to make a fuss tho so he goes inside to find something to distract himself with -He fetches a few of your books and curls up in his blanket nest to read them, taking comfort in the familiar words that you’ve recited to him time and time again -It’s not long before he finds himself blinking awake to greet the early morning sun, the book still clasped delicately in his claws -You said you’d be gone for a week- one day down, six to go -There’s a light knock on the door- Zhongli- and Childe ambles over to answer it, the old Archon of Geo stopping by to drop off some tea -It’s a patch of light in Childe’s otherwise monochromatic day, but it’s far too small, Zhongli leaving after a few minutes to attend to his duties at the funeral parlor -It’s beginning to set in how truly ALONE Childe is. He knew it would be difficult but definitely not THIS difficult -He’s also beginning to realise that the lack of you meant the lack of protection you brought him, the feeling of being safe and loved and being able to cling to you in his sleep. But right now if he gets a nightmare or a thunderstorm comes around you won’t be here to help him -That thought alone makes him shiver -The days drag on, sluggishly slow, the miasma of boredom and loneliness only broken by Zhongli’s visits. When he sees how dejected Childe looks every day you’re not here he tries to stay longer, but alas, his work calls -Childe spends most of his time buried underneath blankets on your bed, sleeping the hours away. Your scent helps him doze off, and everytime he wakes up he’s closer to the day you

return -His dreams are strangely blank and fragmented, much like how he feels when awake. The lack of affection is leaving him silent and melancholic, Zhongli frowning in worry -Finally the harkened day of your return arrives, and Childe is… sleeping -To be completely honest, he completely lost track of time, it’s a bit hard to keep track when he’s feeling so crushingly isolated -So it’s YOU who softly calls out in the seemingly empty house when you finally arrive home, dropping your bag on the floor and sighing in relief and exhaustion -When there’s no response you frown and ascend the stairs, checking first Childe’s room, then your own when you don’t find him -You see the lump underneath your blankets and feel the corners of your mouth twitch into a small smile as you raise the covers to unveil a slumbering Childe, clutching your pillow in his claws -You gently shake him awake and he grumbles at first, groggily shaking away the sleep from his eye. He looks up and you’re standing before him, finally -He lets out a strangled cry and LEAPS onto you, knocking you onto the (luckily carpeted) floor and hugging you tightly -You raise a hand to stroke his fluff and his body almost VISIBLY vibrates with how strongly he purrs at the sensation of you weaving your fingers through his hair -His purrs are interspersed with hiccups and muffled whines as he smushes his face against your cheek- it was torture to be without your affections for so long!! -As playfully as you both act, you know he WAS badly affected from being away from you for so long, and your next hug is particularly firm and secure -Childe huffs quietly and scoops you up to bring you to your bed, setting you down and curling around your form. He lays his head on your chest, listening to your thumping heart as you brush the residual tears from his face. -As he dozes off, wings fluttering with every satisfied and relieved rumble, you begin planning how to let him accompany you on your next trip

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I'd also love to see the thing of Foul Legacy Childe going feral to protect the person he loves 👀

*coughs* well, if you insist >:)c again, i'm not good at fight choreography but this one seems ok to me so i hope it's alright for you too!!

~ * ~ Abyssal Ballad

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst Warnings: Injuries, gore, pain, blood, broken bones, mentally snapping, fear, potential death

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You had never known much about the Abyss. How could you, as an ordinary, magic-less human, who toiled away at a standard researching position in the Liyue industry? While Celestia was often praised as being home to the archons and gods above, a sanctuary for only the finest heroes and the origin of elemental Visions, the Abyss was dark and mysterious, full of vicious creatures and an endless ocean, disturbed only by glassy waves and cold, twinkling starlight. While both held their infinite secrets locked tightly away, they were seemingly opposites, forever battling against each other in a plane the people of Teyvat wouldn’t dare reach. Fairytales and journals and books all held the same message: Celestia is day as the Abyss is night, and each will consume you, for better or worse.

The Abyss had always been “for worse”, something you had found difficult to believe when Childe reappeared. You had known him before, when he was a ginger-haired, Delusion-bearing Harbinger of the Fatui, but you knew him even better now as your fluffy and affectionate roommate, with endless curiosity and a love for dozing in the sunlight. You were cautious at first, but every time he curled up next to you for cuddles or pressed his forehead to yours with a happy trill, your hesitation waned, and it seemed every day grew brighter in this eternal summer.

But the Abyss never relinquishes anything it once kept.

It had been cloudy that day, rain looming on the horizon. But you, ever persistent, had set out with an umbrella, a report to deliver, and a mothlike monster by your side. He didn’t have to come with, but he insisted, something you found sweet and kind of him to do. The citizens of the city had gotten quite used to you and Childe, some even greeting you as you left for Wangshu Inn, just out of the Harbor and towards Mondstadt. The clouds looked suspicious, but remained a teasing gray instead of pouring rain onto you.

The walk was peaceful and quiet, only broken by Childe’s rumbles and your quick responses to them. Your umbrella was long enough to be used as a cane, and it tapped merrily with every step you took, never out of sync. The Inn was close, a faint outline in sight at the end of a winding path, soon to be reached by you and your companion.

It only took a moment.

Like all bad things, it happened at the first chance, quickly and efficiently.

Childe liked sparkly things, as did you. A couple of magpies, you often joked. A crystalfly had caught his attention, and he jumped up to chase it. He’d be back soon, as he always was.

Two minutes.

He was gone for two minutes, and two minutes was all it took for someone to grab the collar of your shirt and pull you back, immobilizing you with a simple yet effective hold. They whisper to you, and more whispers join them, ordering you to show them where “the monster” was, to do it, do it or else, because pain would be delighted to meet you. Unfortunately, for both them and for you, fear has never easily gotten a grasp on your senses, and you simply choke out a command for these people to leave you alone. They laugh, and take your right wrist between their fingers. They give you a choice: tell them, or have your wrist broken. Should be an easy choice, no?

There’s a sudden yelp of alarm and they turn, dragging you with them, towards the sound. Childe stands there, tense and furious. The person behind you laughs again, and someone moves closer to Childe, only to stumble back when he hisses at them. The grip around your wrist tightens, and they address Childe instead of you. Either come with them willingly, or your bone breaks; it’s his choice now. From your position, you subtly shake your head- don’t give into their demands- and he hesitates.

There’s an awful cracking sound as your wrist is harshly yanked to the side.

You grit your teeth from the pain, before whipping your head down and biting, biting hard, on your captor’s wrist. They yell in surprise and release you, and you scramble to get away using only one arm.

Then someone hits you with a blow to your ribs, and your breath vanishes as you fall.

Something in Childe snaps. There’s a deep, guttural growl, building slowly from his throat, before he leaps on your attacker, tearing off their head with horrifying accuracy.

Your captor’s companions hastily begin backing away, holding their weapons with trembling hands, pitiful little sticks that Childe easily flings away with a swipe of his talons. He lets out a shriek, a harrowing sound filled with rage and a terrible, eager anticipation, springing up and clamping his jaw onto someone’s arm to dislocate and rip it off.

Your vision swims as you blink, the edges of everything gray and fuzzy. Someone’s screaming- everyone’s screaming. It’s loud, so loud, and you wince in pain as howls of pain make your ears ring. There’s a stabbing sensation in your chest, and you vaguely wonder if one or more of your ribs are broken, the sound of bones crumbling beneath sharp, vicious fangs in tune with your thoughts.

Blood splatters on the ground, the tang of it making you nauseous, and there’s the sound of flesh being torn to shreds while you can almost hear a mocking, maniacal laugh.

You’ve heard that laugh, so long ago, in the fiery walls of a house of gold.

You close your eyes, letting your mind slowly go blank in a valiant attempt to ignore the cries and pleas of people before they die at the claws of the Abyss. The pain in your side remains, pestering you to stay awake, but quickly fades into the background as your mind detaches from reality, dulling your senses and thoughts.

Then everything falls silent.

The lack of noise hangs thickly in the air, deathly quiet and stagnant. The pond of eerie serenity ripples, heavy footsteps pressing the grass as they approach you, and a claw sticky with blood nudges your side. You tilt your head back, ever-so-slightly, and are met with an Abyssal gaze, filled with nothing but ice-colored stars; a cold, unfeeling anger.

And you.

Childe’s stare warms as he lays next to you, carefully draping an arm over your torso. There’s a wet sensation on your cheek, and you realize he’s licking the cuts you had unknowingly received on your face in an attempt to soothe you. He licks your wrist as well, despite the lack of open wounds, and your fear settles as you focus on breathing. You suck in a gulp of air, only to cough when your chest twinges in pain. Childe noiselessly tucks you closer to his side, supporting your head in the soft, blood-crusted pillow of his fluff, and your coughing lessens into sharp gasps for air. A warm liquid fills your mouth, the taste of metal and consistency of sticky syrup. Your vision becomes hazy, and the gray around everything turns to black. You think you can hear humming, a gentle rumble from the throat as a monster drowns in midnight waters.

Music plays, and an old ballad sings. Celestial skies and Abyssal waves, eternal twins, consuming the heart and mind forever.