#need to curl up on foul legacy's lap

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

okay but SAGAU Creator getting sick.

it starts with lethargy, slow and weighing down your bones. you move gingerly, carefully, Foul Legacy having to stop to wait for you more often. but maybe you're just tired from having to run between nations, deemed an imposter by the world. Legacy chitters quietly, giving you a soft, concerned nudge, and his fluff bristles as you stumble down to your knees with a gasp of surprise.

he carries you in his arms, after that.

next comes the dizziness, accompanying you when you wake. first it's only for a few minutes, then half an hour, then two, until it never leaves and you can barely stand without immediately falling. Foul Legacy sets up camp in a small cavern despite your weak protests, cradling your body in his lap and crooning gently, tracing his claws over the golden scars on your body, cracked open and healed over time and time again.

you try to insist that you're fine, but Legacy merely gives you a stern look with a low, chastising trill.

then the fever, the chills, the incoherence. you weep in the midst of aching nightmares, Legacy's cool talons resting over your forehead as he coos quietly. your Abyssal monster frowns with worry, arranging all the blankets he could scrounge around you to protect from the cold rain just beyond the cave entrance. he can't go- no, he has to stay- but oh, you need help, medication, somewhere warm to heal in a world that scorns your existence.

blasphemy. Foul Legacy growls, low and deep in his chest, but it fades when he hears you cough in your fevered sleep. tenderly he traces the contours of your face, tucking the covers tightly around you in a futile attempt to keep you warm. Legacy purrs gently, curling his body around yours, defending you from all who may cause you harm.

there's a small thump, and the light pad of footsteps, and Foul Legacy looks up to see a small girl with bells in her hair and a pack full of herbs as she curiously comes to investigate this strange pair.

[zorosdimples]

mdni. nonconsenual groping and ajax tartaglia childe’s foul legacy form (a dash of monsterfucking)

perhaps it’s cruel of him to tease you so—donning his foul legacy form and cornering you, a little human who naively wandered too close to a fatui camp in these remote woods. chasing you under dappled moonlight is exhilarating, but the harbinger wants to play a more intimate game.

fear is one of tartaglia’s favorite emotions; it’s telling, it’s universal, it’s honest. and your gaze—brave yet shimmering with unshed tears—tells him all he needs to know: you’re scared. and he has you right where he wants you, up against gnarled tree.

the beast curls a single steel claw beneath the neckline of your shirt and rips the garment clean off your body. a panicked whimper leaves your lips—bitten and bruised from anxiety—and your hands fly to your chest, your instinct to hide from the monster’s prying stare (though you can see no eyes on his masked face).

tartaglia kneels to get closer to you, though he still fully eclipses you on his knees. sweat gathers at your temples and your legs quiver as he grasps your wrists. but he’s surprisingly gentle when he guides your hands away from your breasts and down to your sides.

a rich purr rumbles his chest as he views your bare torso, skin slashed by a glowing moonbeam. hot tears drip from your lashes and carve burning tracks down your cheeks; you tremble in horror when a tongue prods out from underneath his mask. it’s long and pointed and utterly inhuman as it laps up the sweet salt on your skin.

the harbinger’s claws skate up your sides firmly, the gleaming tips embossing puffy lines onto your flesh. his tongue continues to lave at you, snaking down the arch of your neck and the slant of your sternum to wrap around a pebbled nipple and tug.

the sound that bubbles past your lips is half-gasp half-moan. it’s mortifying—your stomach churns in disgust—and you bite your tongue until you taste copper. but the damage is done.

tartaglia won’t stop until he hears all the lovely music your body can make.

[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.

[the11tailedwrites]

Two Turtledoves

Prompt: Self Sacrifice, Human shield

Characters: Childe/Tartaglia, Teucer

@amonthofwhump

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Teucer was thrown harshly against the wall by one of the treasure hoarders. He crumbled into a pile on the floor with a yelp. The hoarder snickered slightly as the boy struggled up, fear shining in his eyes. He squirmed a little, trying to loosen the binds, but it was hopeless. He glanced up at the hoarder only to get slapped across the pain. Teucer hit the ground with a cry of fear and pain. He didn't try to get up again, curling into a ball instead. Tears ran down his face, and snot dripped from his nose, and he sniffled. Then he heard fighting. The clashing of swords and the thunking of arrows. He rose his head a little, looking at the door. The hoarder in the room with him spun around, drawing his crossbow and aiming it at the door. There fighting stopped and, for a moment, there was a dead silence. Then the door flew off its hinges and slammed the hoarder in the face, knocking him down. Teucer yelped and scrambled back.

"Teucer?" called a familiar voice, worry lacing it.

"Big brother?" he asked weakly.

Ajax hurried into the room and dropped onto the ground beside Teucer. Ajax pulled him into his lap and used hydro to cut the bindings. He cuddled Teucer close, pressing his forehead against the youngest of his siblings' forehead.

"It's okay, I got you," whispered Ajax.

Teucer sagged, still sniffling, and curled into Ajax's chest. Then the ground began to shake, with a startling noise, Ajax looked up and realized. The building was caving in. Acting on instinct, Ajax held Teucer close, shielding him as the rubble fell on top of them.

Teucer blinked, trying to clear his eyes, and looked up and cried out. His brother gave him a soft smile, trickles of blood dripped down his mouth and onto Teucer's face.

"You okay, bud?" asked Ajax.

"Big brother?" Teucer said, tears falling down his face

"Shhh," said Ajax softly, "It'll be okay,"

Ajax ran a hand down Teucer's face and used his thumb to wipe off the blood. He knew what he needed to do to save Teucer. Ajax transformed into his Foul Legacy form and shot up, smashing through the debris. He angled his body to ensure nothing hit Teucer. Ajax broke the surface and collapsed onto the ground, rolling onto his back and returning to his human form, hacking violently.

"Ajax?" Teucer pushed out of his arms, shaking him slightly

" 'm okay, Teucer," slurred Ajax, black spots dancing in his vision

"Your hurt!" exclaimed Teucer

"Bud," Ajax tried

"You need help!" Teucer interrupted him

"Childe!" a female voice suddenly called, "Where the heck did you go?"

"Paimon thinks he's not here," came the high-pitch voice of Paimon

"Big sis Lumine!" yelled Teucer as loud as he could as Ajax struggled into a sitting position.

There was the sound of crunching gravel, and Lumine stood above him.

"You look like crap, Childe,"

"Hm, why thank you," slurred Ajax, his vision on the edges of going

He tipped forward and onto the ground. The last thing he heard before blacking out was Teucer's worried cries. Dammit. He didn't want to make Teucer cry. He had cried enough today.

He awoke in one of the pharmacy's beds. His head was pounding. He raised an arm to touch his head and felt a heavyweight. He glanced down and spotted Teucer, fast asleep and clinging to his arm. With a soft laugh, he pulled Teucer close. He could see the hint on bandages under Teucer's clothes. Good, he had gotten patched up. Glad his baby brother was safe, Ajax fell into sleep again.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 19

"When I first saw you You had a sparkle in your eye Like the stars at night High in the sky

How I wish That you were mine 'Cause to me You're one of a kind

When I look at you It seems so untrue How someone like you Can make me feel the way you do"

Cameo—"Sparkle"

"Erik, you here with us, man?"

Walter's keen dark eyes took in Erik's solemn face as they sat in a popular and busy diner on Pico and La Brea eating pancakes and thick cuts of Canadian bacon. Maria and his Aunt Shavonne shared nail care tips to prevent chipping as his Uncle Bakari cut up his food and ate with a contented face.

Erik pushed circles in the maple syrup on his plate and checked the thin cell phone near his half-empty cup of coffee. Devika still wouldn't return the ten or so texts he sent her.

"My mind is scattered, sorry."

Devika ignoring him, and Tony being cryptic had him on edge. He deleted messages from Giselle and Athena wanting another Ménage a Trois encore and looked Walter in the face.

"You still trippin' about earlier?" Walter asked.

"Nah. I'm over that. It's just…I was foul with that and I hurt my girl."

"Your girl? Which one?" Walter joked.

"Shut up," Erik said giving his friend a grin.

Walter's braided hair was pulled up into a palm tree bun.

"My dude, you've always been messy. Nothing's changed. You've leveled up though."

"Leveled up? I ain't never been with any questionable…"

He almost said hoes, but his Uncle was listening.

Walter leaned in closer and whispered.

"You did them both at the same time?"

Erik gave a subtle nod.

"Man…"

Walter chuckled and ate more bacon on his plate.

Erik glanced at his cell again.

"Expecting a call?" Bakari asked.

"Nah. Just checking for work messages. Sometimes Stark sends mass alerts. Gotta keep on top of stuff there. Even on the weekends."

"You look good. We're proud that you stuck with it," Bakari said.

"It turned out better than I thought," Erik said.

His stomach got tight and Maria glanced over at him. He caught her eyes sliding over to Walter.

"How's school man? We spent all this time talking about my internship, what's poppin' back home?" Erik asked.

"I quit."

Walter popped his last piece of bacon in his mouth.

"Walter!" Shavonne scolded.

"Why?" Erik asked.

"It's not for me. School was always your forte man, and I know my parents wanted me to be like you, but my talents are in fashion…textiles."

"Are you a designer?" Maria asked.

"Yeah, I am," Walter said holding her gaze, "I dropped out of SFSU and enrolled in the Fashion Institute. Going to start my own brand of sportswear. Merge tech and clothing together."

"Dope," Erik said giving Walter a pound.

"Call my parents and tell them that," Walter said.

"When we were in grade school, this fool designed bullet-proof clothing for elementary kids," Erik said pushing back his plate.

"A lot of shootings were going down, and I wanted to stay safe."

"That's, wow…that's kind of sad," Maria said.

"That's how it be in the East Bay sometimes," Walter said.

"Everywhere," Shavonne chimed in.

"I start in the fall and I have already lined up my own internship with Trekfit. They're new, hungry, and I can parlay my talents into maybe getting my own stuff out in three or four years."

Erik and Walter shared a joke in Korean and Maria watched them both.

"You speak Korean?" Maria asked Erik.

"Passable—"

"Barely," Walter said.

"Good luck with the educational changes," Bakari said. He stared at his watch, "Are we all ready to hang out at the pier?"

Bakari drove them all in a rental car, and Erik found himself sitting in the middle of a conversation between Walter and Maria. They had only been together for two hours but they already acted like an old married couple. Divisive opinions on anime, gaming, and sticky rice flew across his lap since he sat in between them in the back seat.

The weather was almost perfect, a little too hot as the temperature raised above eighty degrees, but Erik enjoyed strolling on the pier and talking with his Aunt and Uncle. Maria and Walter had paired off to ride the carousel and Erik kept checking his phone.

"Just call her," Bakari said.

His Uncle snacked on chocolate and vanilla soft serve ice cream as his Aunt Shavonne tried to shoot fake ducks for prizes with water guns.

"I saw how she looked at you when she stood at the door. I damn near had a flashback to your Pappy back in school. You actually had the same look on your face. What's her name?"

"Devika."

"You sure do like 'em grown," Bakari said winking at Erik.

"Everyone is older than me there, so I don't really have control over that."

"Walter is right too, those were some boss looking babes. The legacy continues."

"It is what it is Unc. But I didn't mean for that to happen. I was supposed to go see her last night and I just…messed up."

"Protecting yourself?"

"Always."

"Respecting them?"

"Yeah."

"But this Devika?"

"I got caught up and forgot to communicate with her. I wasn't expecting her to show up like that. I'm actually not supposed to be seeing her."

"Why not?"

"She's um…she's Stark's secretary."

"Erik…boy, I tell ya…"

Bakari ate his ice cream and Erik watched his Uncle's face.

The man was heavier in the face and body, and he was happy with Shavonne because it shone all over his face when he looked at her. His uncle treated his wife the way Erik's father treated his mother. Like they were one of a kind. And that was true. He learned how to treat women from his Dad and Bakari. His uncle raised him for six years a couple of years after Erik's parents died. Bakari gave Erik a foundation to rebuild his life when he floundered in the streets and foster care. His uncle begged his Grandpop to give him guardianship so Erik could leave Oakland and be somewhere that wouldn't remind him of the pain he suffered. It worked.

His aunt and uncle made sure Erik stayed connected to Walter and even his friend Shawn whom he met in juvenile hall. Flew them both out every summer and made sure they traveled to Martha's Vineyard for vacations and also allowed him to go to Brazil yearly to visit his cousin Marisol. They gave him life again, and he was eternally grateful. They also made sure to remind him of the special bond his parents had, and if Erik had the same romantic tendencies of his father, Bakari constantly reflected on honest communication.

Devika was beginning to feel special to him, and he couldn't understand how he could be so careless with her. All he had to do was call her and say he was spending some time with the other women and…

He had no real excuse or reason for his behavior. He did want to see her. Craved her even, especially with Tony Stark telling him what he couldn't have. But pitchers of Margaritas and pretty faces hemmed him up. The sex was everything, but now he regretted it.

"I like her Unc. She's been good to me the entire time I was here. She's fine. Smart. I don't know why I fucked up. Sorry for cussing."

"Young people make mistakes."

Erik put his phone away. He wanted to focus on his family.

The rest of his weekend was pleasant and he spent much-needed quality time with Bakari and Shavonne.

Walter spent quality time with Maria.

It was all good.

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Erik picked out his best new blue suit to wear to Stark's office. Whatever was going down would happen with him looking his best.

He had a fresh line up and brand-new cologne. Eyes tracked him in the lobby of the Stark building and even Valentina did a double-take when she saw him walk past her on his way to the private elevator.

His confidence faded once he reached Stark's floor and he saw Devika through the glass office walls.

Damn that woman beautiful.

She wore thick wash and go curls all over her head, and her make-up was smoky and smooth like her skin. Erik took a deep breath and walked into the room.

"I'm here for Stark's eight—"

"Go in, he's expecting you."

She cut him off without looking at him. He stepped closer to her desk.

"Devika—"

"He's waiting for you."

"I don't have a good excuse. I'm sorry."

Her eyes finally took his in.

"Don't worry about it. We're good."

"It doesn't feel good. You wouldn't even talk to me this weekend."

"You were with family, remember?"

He chewed on his lip trying to keep himself from saying something smart ass to dig at her. He was shocked at how much he wanted her forgiveness. Anyone else he would be tossing to the side like, "Oh well", and then be on to his next conquest, but Devika snuck up on him emotionally. While he had been busy chasing after Giselle and falling in easily with Athena, Devika was just…there. Always there.

All the little things she did for him, the corny jokes they shared each time he was called up to see Stark…reminders to eat or drink water. The donuts to keep his blood sugar up when he worked late…she was a constant source of calm for him during the entire internship. He would be crushed if she iced him for the rest of his time there.

"Just tell me this, is Boss Man about to kick me out?"

"What are you talking about?"

"He called me after you left my apartment and told me my time in the internship was over."

Devika's nose crinkled up and her eyes were full of confusion.

"I haven't heard any talk about putting you out."

That made Erik breathe easier. Devika was the pulse of Stark. Right after Pepper, Devika knew the man better than he knew himself.

"Devika, have you heard from Stevens yet?"

Stark's voice came through on the desk intercom.

"He's walking in now."

She pushed him toward the door.

Entering, Erik was surprised to see Janine and two other upper-level suits sitting in the room.

"Take a seat," Stark said pointing to the only available chair in front of his desk.

Erik unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down with his legs wide apart. Stark fussed with a small touchpad and then finally stared Erik.

"How do you think you've done here, Stevens?" he asked.

Erik's eyes flitted to the other three people next to him and their eyes didn't shy away from his. No one looked down or fidgeted with their hands. Good sign thus far.

"Excellent." Erik shot back at him.

"Excellent? You sure?"

"Yeah. My last eval was stellar. Janine can tell you that. She wrote it up."

A smirk went across Janine's face.

"Do you want to add any addendums to that, Janine?"

Stark folded his hands in his lap and leaned back in his chair.

"No, Sir. The eval speaks for itself."

"Good. Stevens, I'm pulling you from the internship and placing you in the Stark Fellowship starting today. The Fellowship runs for a year and at the end of that year you will be offered a position with Stark Enterprises—"

"Wait, I start M.I.T. next month."

"M.I.T. is willing to defer your entry for next year. You are still a full-ride scholar."

"I would take what he is offering, Erik," Janine said. For once her eyes looked gentle.

Erik sat back in his chair.

Stark's eyes regarded him with amusement.

"Every intern in this entire building would give me their first-born child for the offer I just gave you. And yet you sit here like a lump."

"I appreciate the offer. I just want some time to think about it."

"Think about it?"

One of the suits glared at him.

"Unbelievable," the haughty suit grumbled.

"There's a paid salary, so you'd have to get your own place. No more Oakwood. You'd work directly with me and there will be a lot of travel, covered by the company of course. You have been a stellar young man. The last person to have this opportunity now runs one of my satellite offices in Hong Kong. It's a great opportunity and I want you to have it."

"How much is the salary?"

Tony pushed a blue and silver folder across his desk. Erik picked it up.

"That much, huh? With benefits…health/dental. Paid gym membership…"

Erik's eyes read the offer to the very bottom.

Why not?

Take advantage of being at the side of one of the most powerful and influential men on the planet. Get paid for it, and get access to tech that could help him figure out the vibranium he had stashed in his apartment.

"I'll do it."

"Wise decision young man."

Stark stood up and held out his hand. Erik gripped it firmly.

"Welcome aboard, Stevens. I'll have H.R. get paperwork set up and we'll get you transferred over tomorrow. You'll report to me in the Cypress meeting room tomorrow at ten a.m. I need you to pack up clothing for a week because you are coming with me to Monaco after the Intern party on my yacht."

"Thanks, Mr. Stark."

"Janine, say your goodbyes now, I'm stealing him from you," Stark said.

Janine stood up and gave Erik her hand.

"Keep up the exceptional work," she said.

"If you'll excuse us, Stevens, I need to meet with these folks. We'll talk tomorrow. Clear out your things from Janine's and go see Happy in security to get new clearance."

"Okay."

Erik took the folder with him and walked out of the office.

Devika worked on her laptop and her eyes flickered over to his when he stepped back into the outer office.

"I was offered a new position for a year," Erik said.

A smile. A slight one, but he caught it on her face.

"Congratulations," she said keeping her voice cool.

"I have to go gather my stuff from Janine's floor."

He turned away from her.

"Erik."

"Yeah?"

Devika reached into the large bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a bag of donuts for him. He took them from her.

"You worked your ass off all summer. You deserve this opportunity, Erik."

"Thanks."

They stared at one another. Her eyes took in his suit and there was a twinkle in those dark irises. All he could think of was that glorious weekend he spent with her after he got his ass kicked in her home.

He held the donuts up toward her.

"Thanks for this. You're always looking out for me."

"Better get going…get that desk cleared out," she said.

There was awkward staring once more.

What he would give to be brave and kiss her right there at her desk.

"He's taking me to Monaco with him…what was that look for?" he said.

Devika shook her head.

"What?" Erik pushed.

"Monaco is…well, Monaco is a place where Tony tends to get a little wild."

"Is it that bad?"

"No, but it's a playground for the ultra-rich, and the ultra-rich are very different from the basic rich. Put it this way. Millionaires are the double-wides of that set. Multi-millionaires are the working class. The lower working class."

"It's like that, huh?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Maybe you should give me lessons on how to maneuver that world."

"You don't give up, do you?"

He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.

He walked away from her desk and took a big bite of a hot glazed twist once he was in the elevator headed down to his work-station.

His cell vibrated in his jacket pocket. Taking it out he checked for Stark Alerts. There was only one personal text.

"You are forgiven."

He didn't bother to text her back.

Rushing back up to Stark's outer office and Devika's desk, he grabbed her hand.

"Erik! What are you doing?"

Devika's startled face made him smile.

"Taking you to breakfast, and then we're going back to your place. I have some making up to do."

Chapter 20 HERE.

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[lgcdoha]

✖︎  CASTINGO5 |    BAE DOHA ₊ ˟        THE INTERVIEW

the fact that this audition came with an interview, moreover  -  one about questions he didn’t even want to answer, questions that delved too deep into himself rather than a character he’d be playing is a discomfort.  doha supposes he could lie but then, he’s also fully aware that legacy at least knows a little about his family life so there’d be no real point to it.  did they expect him to pretend? especially knowing that this was supposed to be a comedy? 

it’s an interview, though.  he’s already read the lines, read his script  -  why should he try to portray his family in a laughing matter when growing up was anything but? in the end, doha’s left with the question: is this really an audition? or a secret psychological examination? either way, he’s none too thrilled.

Q.   WHAT IS THE MEANING OF FAMILY TO YOU?

what a loaded question.  does he even have a meaning to the word? doha can’t help but squint, folding his hands in his lap with a sigh.  “ i guess it’s something trivial.”  he shrugs his shoulders, as if he’s unfazed.  looking the interviewer directly in the eye, he continues.  “ people can choose career over family.  affairs over family.  anything else over family.  if family is a choice, why have one? it seems pointless.”

Q.   HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO YOUR FAMILY?

shouldn’t that answer be obvious considering his answer to the last question? the fact that his parents casually dropped both him and nathan in a boarding school without so much as a backwards glance, only to further spurn them when nathan started acting out and leaving doha to take care of him, leaving doha to deal with the consequences of a criminal charge that he didn’t even fucking do  -  what should he say?  “ when i came to korea with nathan, we stayed with our grandparents, but i was the one who mostly took care of him.  so i guess i’m closer to him than most of my family.”

Q.   WHAT WORD WOULD YOU ASSOCIATE FAMILY TO?

his lip curls, unable to keep the disdain from his expression.  why continue asking questions they clearly know the answer to? pain, suffering, fatigue, abandonment, neglect  -  all of these words suit nicely, but surely none of them want to hear about that.  “ i guess care.  because you can either find a family that gives a lot of it, or a family that doesn’t.  some members of the family are more caring than others, so ... care.”

Q.   IF YOU WERE TO DESCRIBE YOUR ROLE OR POSITION WITHIN YOUR FAMILY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

there are three roles that doha thinks probably describe him best in terms of family, and nnone of them are great by any means.

his family would probably call him the black sheep.  “ i know what my parents expect of me.  there’s a lot that rides on nathan’s back, so they want me to take good care of him.”  doha doesn’t really mention that they don’t have much expectation from him, but that could probably be inferred.  after all, their first son is such a disappointment.  no matter if what happened wasn’t even something he did wrong.

sometimes he feels like his brother’s keeper.  “ nathan needs a lot.  i don’t know if i’m the best person to give it to him, either.”  he’s bad at affection.  bad at giving him the attention that he requires, always lecturing and not enough love.  that’s what nathan seems to tell him all the time, but doha’s still so sure there’s no love in his body left.  it all disappeared when he was young and now the word is just a foul taste on his tongue.  “ if i didn’t take care of him, who would?”

but if doha were to describe himself, it’d be the dark horse.  “ but i think maybe i can turn everything around.  then i can choose to turn my back, too.”

Q.   WHAT IS YOUR STRONGEST FAMILY MEMORY?

... this one is probably a nicer vision than the rest.  maybe because it’s with nathan rather than dredging up memories of people that only turn their backs.  “ when nathan was little  -”  he starts, snorting at the memory.  “ he wouldn’t eat his vegetables.  he still doesn’t, but i’d sit him down squirming in my lap and put them in his mouth myself to make sure he ate them.”  no one else would do it for us.  it had to be me.  “ even as a baby he was annoying but he eventually ate them no matter how mad he was.  he’s a good kid.”

Q.   IF YOUR FAMILY WAS TO BE PORTRAYED IN A DRAMA, WHAT TYPE OF DRAMA WOULD IT BE?

the good memory that came from the last question fades rather quickly, a dramatic shift in tension.  immediately doha’s jaw sets and the atmosphere changes, eyes darkened at the thought of it.  yes, if his family were portrayed in a show, it could only be, “ a dark drama.”  he doesn’t really offer much of an explanation past that, and the staff conducting the interview seems to know better than to press him.

after all, it’s enough.  it has to be enough.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I js saw ur Childe w/ small foul legacy features and omg I need more, like- u don't understand (；´д｀)ゞ

ehehe don't worry, i gotchu covered :]

Childe who arranges and fusses over the blankets on your shared bed so you're both cocooned in a nest of quilts and covers

Childe who playfully nibbles your cheek and fingers whenever he's feeling bored, giving you a grin when you yelp in protest

Childe who melts under your hands when you pat his head, a goofy smile spreading across his face as his eyes drift shut

Childe with long, twin scars down his back, opened and healed multiple times when his moth-like wings break through the skin

Childe with slightly pointed ears, the very tips of them stained a deep, inky purplish black

Childe with similar staining that crawls up his hands and arms. It glitters very faintly, you can only see it if you lean in close enough

Childe who still loves to put his head in your lap, pouting until you relent and give him head scritches, pulling happy hums and purrs from the Harbinger

Childe who insistently attempts to curl his body around yours protectively, even though he's not nearly as big as his Foul Legacy form

Childe with hair that automatically fluffs up when he's startled, his hands hastily patting it down into a stylish messiness again

Childe who's in love with the softness of your skin, the fragility of your human form compared to him, and treasures you greatly

Childe who sometimes comes home, covered in blood and only able to let out distressed chirps and whimpers, only calming when you gently reassure him that you're here and he's not back in the Abyss

Childe with an extended lifespan, thanks to Foul Legacy, the host and the monster watching in despair when you finally fade away from this world

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

(Insp. by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/that-foul-legacy-lover/763469778107187200/pspspsps-alsohialso-i-need-freminet?source=share )

That little lightbulb crunching thing at the start reminds me of when I used to (safely, usually with a stick or something similarly long) play around with broken glass. I always loved the crunching noises it'd make <3

Anyway, wondering if Foul Legacy eating something normally harmful (i.e. glass shards ) would harm his insides or nah.

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu It's late, and my thoughts get a bit dark when it's late. Sorry - how are you though?

anon i hope you know that this made me start cackling, my sides HURT

he eats rocks. Foul Legacy definitely eats rocks. it's usually unintentional, he tends to gnaw on stones and chunks of rough crystal out of boredom and a need to fidget- plus it just feels nice on his teeth, they don't rasp and tear quite the same as yours do against rock. inevitably slivers of the stone will chip off as he munches and Legacy simply shrugs and swallows them right up. they break apart so nicely between his teeth, into tiny glimmering bits, almost like hard candy. you were understandably wary at first, but it doesn't seem to hurt him. if anything it makes him happy, because he adores the feel of several tiny pieces of rock splintering apart in his mouth, and they're not nearly sharp enough to cut his tongue. it almost makes you tempted to start crunching on some small rocks- only until Zhongli lightly bonks you on the head with a scolding look

glass is a bit trickier, as well as metal. they're enough to pierce Legacy's tongue and make him bleed, and they HAVE done so in the past, causing a distressed Abyss monster to curl up insistently in your lap with his tongue sticking out. if he did swallow something sharp it would cause less damage than it would to a human- naturally, he's much sturdier than you are, being made to live in the Abyssal depths- but it wouldn't be a very pleasant experience. he's reigned in his need to curiously bite everything since then... apart from when it comes to you, of course. Legacy is always ready to give your fingers or cheeks a playful nibble

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Pst quick question; did you have an image in mind when writing For foil legacy by chance? Was curious if there was any art of him floating around c:

ooh that's an interesting question, i'll see if i can explain!!

of course i use the in-game model of Foul Legacy as a base reference, and the differences are mostly minor things that only i really care about but they are still IMPORTANT. my Foul Legacy has pretty, sparkly wings instead of cape, but they've got the same flowing silky texture that they almost seem like a cape. they CAN act as fins underwater if needed, although they're also extremely delicate when waterlogged and need to be treated with utmost care. in all the time he's been with you, he's only torn his wings once, and the shriek of agony he let you completely wrenched your heart in two. you took the next few days off of work to care for him, Legacy's head staying in your lap or buried against your shoulder at almost all times as the pain slowly faded

he's also fluffier when i imagine him, perfect for holding and snuggling. his fur is very poofy and soft and when he curls up a certain way he looks like a ginger and lilac dandelion. it's especially prevalent in the winter when the weather is cold, the fluff keeping him warm as he romps around in the few snowfalls you have each year and curls up inside around you whenever it pours down freezing rain. Legacy purrs and lightly pushes you until you sit, flopping on top of you and nuzzling with a deep, content croon as the rain taps the roof of your house in a steady rhythm

Legacy's got claws, but did you also know that he has paw pads!! in my world he has toebeans on his palms and fingertips, faint lilac ones that squish when you poke them, and he always lets out a surprised chitter when you do. they're to help him grasp and knead against blankets, pillows, and your legs- the latter done with caution and care so he doesn't tear through your skin. you compare him to a cat. a big, armored, Abyssal cat, and it's quite an apt description from the way he bumps against you and nibbles at your fingers and curls around your body and trills drowsily with happiness

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine the timeline just being in a wreck and it ends up with multiple au of FL and childe on the same world, looking at each other in confusion

Why are we seperated?? Why is there a child version of Ajax?? IS THAT A HOARD OF MINI LEGACIES--

ohhh my goodness and they all look to you for comfort THIS IS SO CUTE

you're so tired from work that day that you initially think you're hallucinating- what else would explain the room full of Ajaxes and Foul Legacies? you blink, rubbing your eyes as they all turn to stare at you and a moment of silence descends over all of you before you turn and roughly pinch your arm, praying to Rex Lapis. nope, no such luck. they're all still here when you open your eyes again, and the tiny child version of Ajax tentatively approaches you and wraps his arms around your legs. when you carefully pat his head it's like a lightbulb switches on, the other versions of Legacy and Ajax quickly swarming and embracing you- everything from the young Ajax to many tiny Foul Legacies to an unsettlingly silent fusion of the two, a frown marring his familiar features. your own world's two are the closest, hugging you with protective glares on their faces and trying to make sure you don't suffocate. with a struggle and a gasp you manage to untangle yourself, and find many pairs and singular eyes all trained expectantly and adoringly on you

it's... a mess, you can only describe it as a mess. a wonderful, incredible mess, with so many different versions of the ones you love around you, but still a mess trying to sort out and return them all where they need to be. you end up having to call Zhongli, who sends for help from his bard friend in Mondstadt, several mini Legacies stubbornly curled up in your lap. it's a several-day job; you, Ajax, Foul Legacy, Zhongli, and his friend working as a five-member team to restore timelines you have no business in even witnessing. most of your new friends don't even want to go- they want to stay with you, stay with the one who gives them such an odd feeling of comfort. but you reassure each and every one of them before they leave. one day they'll meet you again, their own wonderful, curious version of you. their loneliness is not forever, even to those like little Ajax who don't understand the greatness of their destinies yet

finally your house is left quiet again, and you and Foul Legacy collapse on the cough with a respective sigh and low groan, Ajax happily snoozing away in Legacy's mind again

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Look ik this is more Ajax than FL related but its angst o’clock so just hear me out

As you spend more and more time with FL you sometimes ask Childe(Ajax) if you can see FL for the time, maybe its to cuddle for the night, maybe its something else

Childe isnt an easily jealous person. With other people; he knows his capabilities and he doesnt see people as competition with you(he sees them as competition to fight instead)

But this? this is different.

He isnt jealous. he’s insecure.

Childe is an anxious man when he’s worried or concerned, definitely overthinker.

Do you love FL more than you actually love him as a whole? is FL the reason you love him? do you see him as just a connection to lead to FL?

One day when you come home, you search for Ajax.

Pure silence.

And its the first time youve seen him feel the need to hide under covers, curl up and stay in silence. He was never one to cry easily so he just stays there almost frozen, eyes wondering just like his mind on all his insecurities. The only tome youve seen him like this is when he’d have flashbacks or nightmares of his time in the abyss, you can tell that he needs comfort.

The idea of being viewed as just a bridge to a particular part of him makes him feel insecure.

hey?? HEY???? who said you could make me cry??? /lh

when you see him curled up on the bed you're immediately filled with worry, sitting down and asking if he's alright. Childe doesn't respond, only scrunching himself up further, but he begins to tremble when you rub his back and gently tell him that you're here if he wants to talk or just needs company. suddenly he lunges and slots himself into your arms, gripping the back of your shirt as he hugs you and sobs, burying his face into your shoulder. you pet his soft ginger hair and shush him, hugging him tightly as he cries, and you say nothing in order to allow him to weep freely. after a few minutes the cries die down and Childe looks up at you, his normally dull eyes shining with tears

in a quiet, hitching voice, he asks if you still love him, or just love Foul Legacy, and your heart shatters right then and there

your grip tightens until it nears the vice-like hold Childe has on you. of course you love him- you love both him and Foul Legacy, every part of the man known as Ajax. his tears start again when you lean in and give him a gentle kiss, and Childe- no, Ajax- pulls you onto his lap, leaning his cheek against your shoulder. again and again he asks you "Really? You really love me?" and again and again you say yes, each time more determined than the last. whenever he wants to be Childe, he can be Childe; and whenever he wants to be Foul Legacy, he can be Foul Legacy- you love both with all your heart, the Abyssal and human sides of Ajax- and as you delicately tap each freckle scattered over his nose he gives you a small, tender smile

he sleeps well that night, held in your arms, both parts of him satisfied and at peace again

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I saw the post about giving FL gloves for his talons, and I got a couple of ideas.

-Crocheting stress balls for him to squeeze when he can't squeeze you. They're soft but sturdy, and sometimes have little faces or symbols on them.

-making a scratching pad for him. Cats like to use scratching pads for their claws, right? I bet FL would be the same. It would even allow him to get out any of his more... aggressive tendencies.

Honestly, kinda just shouting into the void with this one.

Hope you have a great day!

-awkward anon

yessss more soft yarn crafting for the mothman!!!

the balls had started out as little toys for Foul Legacy to mess with and chase during the day, batting them around like an oversized cat. you had tucked a few dried glaze lily petals in the centers as well, leaving them smelling fresh and delicate no matter the weather. while they're lovely toys, Legacy also finds them nice to squeeze and squish when you're not at home, curling around them and keeping them safe. it's an excellent way to prevent himself from accidentally tearing up his soft blankets and quilts when he's nervous, instead kneading his claws against the sturdy stress balls- his favorite is the one with a little narwhal symbol stitched into it, a few tiny stars speckled around it in blue yarn. it's the perfect size to hug when he takes naps, if his favorite hugging thing (you) isn't available at that moment

a scratching pad is an AMAZING idea, if anything just to get some of that excess energy out or as somewhere for him to knead when his claws haven't been trimmed. sometimes when Legacy's super energetic he feels the need to scratch, and scratch HARD; because he doesn't want to hurt you, he can scratch the little pad you made for him. he perks up and darts off to give it a few sharp claws before sauntering back to you and flopping over again with a smug purr, gentle kneading his talons against your legs. you're also in the process of crocheting a narwhal plushie for him, sitting on Legacy's lap with his chin plonked on your shoulder, watching you untangle the yarn as the plush slowly comes together, just for him

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

woohoo ! beep bop beep bop ! the anon who requested the latest hurt/comfort here :3 think i will write here more often >< only if you don’t mind ofc ! ! i’ll keep my name as anon bunny now

but omgomgomg can you imagine childe having an even bigger form? like, maybe he has this super duper secret thing just in case for a few very specific battles, where he would need the advantage of being physically,, well,, bigger. taller and stronger. dont mind the sleepy anon bunny, just thinking of how Foul Legacy would look ( in that form ) next to a vertically challenged reader

hehe ~ ><

ahhh hello hello!! i would love to see you pop into my inbox more often, anon bunny, and i hope you liked the fic i wrote!!! :D

consider this: dragon-ish Foul Legacy, with armor-like scales and a form big enough to easily pick you up by the back of your shirt with his mouth. he rarely uses it, the amount of energy it takes for him to maintain such a form usually putting him to sleep for several days afterwards, but you manage to catch him transformed by chance, and oh, you're DELIGHTED! he's even taller than usual, crossing his legs around you as you sit on the ground, toying with your hair with very deep, rumbling purrs. you can only hold one of his claws with your hand, and Legacy delicately prods your shoulder with a knuckle so he doesn't accidentally scratch you, chittering at your surprised laugh. his armor is also even stronger like this, so you can bite and gnaw his wrist and hand to your heart's content

Legacy loves curling around you in this form, easily able to both hold and rest his head on your lap, and now you can give him even better scritches behind his horns!! his rumbles fill the air, almost making you physically shake as he tucks you closer. to him, this is the best way to fall asleep, as he always does after using this form, snuggled up against you with your hands raking through his soft ginger hair. you watch as delicate crackles of violet lightning wrap around him, leaving Foul Legacy back in his normal state and deeply asleep, gently pulling a blanket over his shoulders. you'll stay nestled up beside him for as long as you can- he'll be out for a few days- listening to his soft breaths and grumbles in his slumber before he regains the energy to wake up again

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I wish FL could transform into a smaller version of himself like Zhongli.

Just imagine him, foul legacy looking up and making eye contact with you with his little face and bright eye while he purrs. and now his purrs are not that deep low but high-pitched. small high-pitched purrs. And since we all agree he has cat behaviors (he's a cat) he definitely loves napping inside of cardboard boxes and high places like in the top of a fridge. One of my kitties loves to climb and rest on my shoulders just to see with curiosity what I'm doing, it's so cute. I can see Foul Legacy sleeping under the covers and tangled in your legs or sleeping on your chest like he used to do when he's in his big size.

I just like to imagine this dangerous creature from the deep abyss as the tiny cute man we know he is, because I love him:)

yes yes YES we're bringing back cat-sized Foul Legacy AAAAAA :D

okay okay, i've said it before and i'll say it again- cat-sized Legacy can and will sneak into your work bag so you accidentally take him with you. he waits until you're putting on your coat to hop inside, wedging himself comfortably in between the countless papers and files as you hastily pick the bag up and leave your house, the door locking with a sharp click. it's actually a little impressive how silent Foul Legacy is when he wants to be, you don't even know he's in there until you're already at work and open your bag to fetch a pen, only to find a sleepy Abyss monster blinking up at you, having taken a little nap while he waited for you to find him. you have to bite your tongue to keep from shouting in surprise, but Foul Legacy merely purrs and crawls onto your lap, curling up and going straight back to sleep- thank Archons you have your own office so you can easily hide him underneath the desk if needed. you give him a light scolding that night- "If you want to come to work, at least ask me first!"- and the next day you're greeted by an expectant Legacy sitting by your bag, waiting patiently

cat-sized Legacy also hides under your blanket, no questions asked, especially on chilly winter days. it much warmer and cozier under the covers, so he snuggles himself underneath and curls into a ball, a faint lump visible from outside. it's so lovely and toasty that he misses your return, only waking up with a tired chitter when you raise the blanket up, his crystalline eye gleaming in the dim light. Legacy yawns with all his teeth, worming his way onto your chest as you sit down on the bed- no getting up for at least two hours! quilts and covers are nice, but nothing beats the warmth you exude. be careful though, there's about an 80% chance you'll fall asleep and wake up being crushed under a normal-sized Foul Legacy's weight!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

You know how the Harbingers have those huge fluffy-looking coats?

Well good news is that FL practically has one built into him with that floofy neck and flowy wingies! Put them wings around us and BAM! Möth coat!

Thing is we’re absolutely puny compared to him so we’d be swallowed up and hidden behind his wings so he’d lower down to our height and our head would pop outta our hiding spot like PEEKABOO!

OHHH MY GOD. OH MY MOON AND STARS YOU ARE SO RIGHT

listen, if you're overwhelmed and need a minute to yourself, there is no better hiding place than moth coat. you gently tug on one of Legacy's wings and he chirps understandingly, leaning down and wrapping those glittering moth-like wings around you, separating you from the rest of the chaotic world. it's quiet and peaceful in there, surrounded by sparkling stars, your arms wrapped around Foul Legacy's waist. with a small shift he pats your head with his claws, a purr going through him and setting off a soothing rumbling from deep within his chest. it calms your weary heart, untangling and smoothing the knot of frantic thoughts in your mind, and slowly your eyes close as you smile for the first time that day

however, he also uses the moth coat for other things... like when he wants attention right this very second. many times you've been talking to Zhongli, just catching up after a few weeks, when Foul Legacy decides that you've talked long enough and takes a step forward to wrap his pretty wings around you. because he's so tall you can't really do anything except let it happen, and with a smug chirp he carries you home and deposits you on the couch, curling up in your lap. you sigh and give him an exasperated look, telling him that he can't just hide you whenever he wants to! but Foul Legacy just purrs and snuggles closer, nudging your hand for scritches, and with how cute he is you just can't keep a stern look on your face, your lips twitching up into a smile as you scratch under his chin

you apologize profusely later to Zhongli, but he assures you it's alright- he thinks it's cute

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hello! ♡ I've been lurking around your blog for a while, and you have no idea how happy I am when I see you pop on my dash,because FLUFFY MOTHMAN TIMEEEEE!

And as we all know, of course, FL doesn't speak human language, but he speaks in Christian and trills, so I give you, Reader that also has a lot of non-verbal communication as well! Like, reader hums and whines and chirps, maybe not as often, but enough to make it a known fact about them. (kinda inspired by myself since I have make random noises a lot, *inhumane screech of happiness*)

OR

Musician!Reader, who comforts FL when he has a nightmare, or serenading him with songs as he trills and chirps along with the melody. ANYWAYS, love your work (and your cat, she's adorable), thank you for the food you have given us, and the kitty Foul Legacy one, that now lives in my head rent free, and remember to get some rest!

P.S. I went through your rules, and I just wanna say this is just an idea dump, but it's be great if you wanted to write something about it! It's one of my first times using the ask feature, so you'll have to excuse me if something's off! And if you wouldn't mind, let me know if I should do something/shouldn't do something that I did/did not!

AAAAAA YOU!!! POINTS AT YOU I'VE BEEN SEEING YOU IN MY NOTIFICATIONS HELLO HELLO :D

oh i LOVE the second idea- maybe you're a storyteller or a performer in Liyue that Childe stops to watch, eventually striking up a conversation and becoming close with you. Foul Legacy adores your voice and songs, curling around you and trying to mimic your lovely melodies with his chitters and trills- he'll be elated if you do your best to learn some songs from Snezhnaya to sing to him, the faint memories from Childe helping him purr along to the words. he can't exactly serenade you back, given his lack of speech, so instead he urges Childe to do it for both of them, watching happily from the back of the Harbinger's mind as the two of you dance together in the living room- one day Foul Legacy will dance with you as well, but he wants to practice first to ensure that he doesn't accidentally hurt you

he has nightmares horribly often, the screech that he makes shaking you awake and sending you running to his room. you find Legacy hiding beneath the blankets of his nest, trembling and letting out faint cries that turn to whimpers when you lift the covers and peek under him. he's quick to crawl into your lap the moment you sit down, trying to fit his body against yours. you cradle his head against your chest, quiet hums transitioning into a gentle lullaby as you wipe away Legacy's tears, his whines tapering off into soft sniffs and sighs. he squeezes you close once your song completes, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and being carefully sure that his horns don't poke or prod you. the next morning he'll nudge you thankfully, gently giving your fingers a few nibbles, but for now please just stay with him- he needs you desperately