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listen, Foul Legacy LOVES being called cute. he loves it when you coo and fawn over him, not just for his battle prowess but also just for him in general, clasping your hands together and beaming at him with sparkling eyes. he loves it when you cup his face and ruffle his hair- a little roughness is okay, he can handle it! and you sing about how well he did, and that he protected you without a scratch, and Legacy purrs like there's no tomorrow.

most would run in fear, but you seem to cherish his monstrous form, scratching behind his horns with a hum. Foul Legacy melts when you call him beautiful, and under your gaze he even believes it. his crystalline eye slips shut, leaning into your hands with a soft purr and gingerly licking your fingers. cute. beautiful. lovely. all words you call him with a sincere smile and gaze. his Abyss-coated heart softens and warms, curling his body around yours and holding your hand in his claws.

protect. love. adore.

yes, that is what the beast will do for you.

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listen, Foul Legacy LOVES being called cute. he loves it when you coo and fawn over him, not just for his battle prowess but also just for him in general, clasping your hands together and beaming at him with sparkling eyes. he loves it when you cup his face and ruffle his hair- a little roughness is okay, he can handle it! and you sing about how well he did, and that he protected you without a scratch, and Legacy purrs like there's no tomorrow.

most would run in fear, but you seem to cherish his monstrous form, scratching behind his horns with a hum. Foul Legacy melts when you call him beautiful, and under your gaze he even believes it. his crystalline eye slips shut, leaning into your hands with a soft purr and gingerly licking your fingers. cute. beautiful. lovely. all words you call him with a sincere smile and gaze. his Abyss-coated heart softens and warms, curling his body around yours and holding your hand in his claws.

protect. love. adore.

yes, that is what the beast will do for you.

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Okay but have you seen those big outdoor dogs who just lay in the snow until they’re absolutely smothered in it?

I feel like Legacy might do that. Then he just shakes it all off on us when we demand he comes back inside.

OH MY MOON AND STARS LIKE A HUSKY you are absolutely correct anon and you should say it

he just LAYS on the ground when it starts snowing, nestling down into the grass and staring eagerly up into the sky. Foul Legacy is quite possibly more excited for snow than Childe is- it didn't exist in the Abyss, see- his wings fluttering and fur puffing up in the icy air as he sits in perfect loaf formation. he trills cheerfully when you sit next to him resting his head firmly in your lap and staring at the snowflakes slowly drifting down from the sky. they land on your cheeks, your hair, your fingers, beautiful crystal specks that glitter and melt away into droplets of water. he licks them, gingerly, curiously, rumbling when you let out a startled laugh. even when the snow picks up, and you pat his head with a murmur that you'll be inside, Legacy merely chitters and snuggles down further, the snow making white patches on the back of his armor

you have to blink a few times when you pass the window next, because from a quick glance it seems like your Abyssal monster roommate has all but vanished. no- there he is, just buried beneath mounds of snow. with a click of your tongue you bundle up in your thickest coat and trudge outside, nudging the Legacy-shaped lump gently. a muffled chirp comes from the pile as he lifts his head, perfectly happy and content. a smile flits across your face, head nodding towards the door, and Legacy perks up and shakes the drift away casually, as if it's not a big deal. although, apparently it's not at all to him, as it easily slips away and piles on the ground, not a speck remaining on his nightshade armor, and Legacy cheerfully trots indoors after you for some warm, well-deserved cuddles

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Wifi! What are your thoughts on reader and Childe sharing earrings (the red one he has) and Legacy getting all pouty that he can't match since I'm pretty sure he doesn't have earlobes/any equivalent of earlobes so reader makes him a little pendant or any other accessory with matching gem???

I love the idea of the reason why Childe has only one earring being that he shares a pair and wanted to include Legacy somehow!!

OOHOHOHOHO i have loved the idea of a matching earring with Childe for so long, the little red crystal is my favorite thing ever

the Eleventh Harbinger gave you his other earring as a promise, to always be by your side, to never abandon you. no fancy boxes or gestures, simply pressing it gently into your fingers and kissing the back of your hand like a noble knight. his smile said it all, sharp edges softened and adoring, not Childe or Tartaglia but Ajax, your Ajax. Foul Legacy pouts, nuzzling against you. he doesn't have ears, not like you or Childe have. Childe is luckier than he can imagine, even when half-transformed his ears are lovely and pointed and stained with dark purple. but Legacy doesn't have any of that, only dips and crags on his masked face and twin horns curving elegantly above his head. he noses against the earring, the gemstone chiming quietly against his face, and he lets out a quiet, sad little huff that squeezes your heart and breaks it in two

it takes a few weeks of scouring the market to find a suitable crystal, deep red and burgundy and shining with subtle radiance, in the shape of a teardrop. paired with a simple golden chain to make a lovely, delicate necklace. Legacy's wings flutter when you unwrap the trinket, his sapphire eye glittering in awe and delight. he trills and chitters, lowering his head as you slip it around his neck and watch it sway back and forth, twinkling in the sunlight. it's like your earring, and Childe's, and Legacy feels part of something lovely and secret. he's never taking it off. it's his special symbol that he's loved by both you and Childe, that he's a part of this peculiar and wonderful dynamic you all have, forever and ever

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Is it a bird?? Is it a plane?????

No, actually, it's an abyssal mothman getting the zoomies

(I hc he can fly and you cannot tell me I'm wrong look at him he's the epitome of a puppy dog and he can hover you can't tell me he just... doesn't get the urge to go zoOOOOOMMMMMM when he gets excited/is restless???)

anon you are absolutely right, he's like a big, cuddly, VERY energetic Abyssal cat sometimes

Foul Legacy doesn't get the chance to zoom around outside very often, even less so in the sky. it draws too much attention, and both of you know it, no matter how pleadingly he stares at you or how pitifully he whines. it'd be a danger to both of you if people were to see- or at the very least, panic would ensue, which is such a bother to deal with. needless to say there are many, MANY gouges in the floorboards of your little house as Legacy darts around at night, your pen scratching in tandem to his claws against the ground. you've long since grown used to it, the energy cumulating in the door to your office swinging open as Legacy bursts in and tackles you to the ground, ink on your hands and a heavy, purring moth monster on top of you. he curls up, snug as a bug, and promptly goes to sleep, all done for the night

the few times he does get to fly around outside, Foul Legacy practically leaps into the air, taking to the sky like a fish to the sea. if you're not afraid of heights, he swoops back down to scoop you into his arms and back up, up, up, towards the stars and the lying sky. you cling to him tightly, scared of heights or not, and Legacy's chuckles rumble from his chest and wrap around you like a blanket, folding his wings and plummeting down. you have to bite your tongue to keep from screaming, jolting when he catches himself at just the right and last moment and soars back up, the cranes catching the same wind. they cry out, in curiosity and alarm, and Foul Legacy chitters back cheerfully, cocooning you in his grasp to shield you from the wind and touch the endless sky

you're going to have some explaining to do for the Adepti tomorrow

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I don't know who brought out the idea of FL as a dragon. I love it!

ME TOO i'm using this as an excuse to ramble more about Foul Legacy dragon

listen, you're the most precious treasure in his hoard. that's just a rule. a dragon's beloved is always their most protected and cherished thing, and you're no different- in fact, perhaps you're even more so, since Foul Legacy has spent countless years alone. he's finally found the one he holds dear above all else, you can't really blame him. sometimes he just decides that he wants you close, nosing up against your back and taking the collar of your shirt between his teeth to carry you away, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. he settles you between his claws, head resting on your shoulder and letting out a soft huff filled with stars and deep affection as his tail wraps securely around your legs and flops over into your lap, almost begging for scritches

he's also, admittedly, a little protective of you, especially around other dragons. namely Zhongli, it's mostly around Zhongli. Legacy has learned to mostly suppress the urge to growl and ruffle his fur when in his human form, but even then he- Ajax- stares eerily at him, pupils thinning into slits. it only lasts until Zhongli finally backs away with a hasty goodbye, disappearing into the crowd, and Foul Legacy is so proud of himself as he hugs you tight. slowly you coax him and Zhongli into getting along- though they'll NEVER be seen in their dragon forms together- until they can sit in the same room together without any issues, Zhongli drinking peacefully from his teacup. although, Ajax does still stare at him from time to time, and when you ask why, he merely laughs and says he's hungry

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hng i am so tired i need Foul Legacy to cradle me in his arms and purr and not make me interact with anyone else. just me and him and warm, firm hugs.

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DRAGON FOUL LEGACY

Fun fact! As you probably know, the vast majority of depictions of dragons have their eyes on the sides of their heads. Evolution-wise, this means that there's something out there that hunts dragons, that has them as prey.

Foul Legacy only has that one (shiny <3) eye though. Which is smack dab in the middle of the facial area. Logically, with conversion to dragon features, this means that the eye would also be in the middle. So in an evolutionary sense, Legacy could be considered a predator to all and prey to none.

(I'd also like to point out that the Rex Lapis dragon form has sides-eyes. Meaning that evolutionarily he's prey to something. How funny, that a god!dragon is prey to something that an abyssal!dragon is not...)

~ Sincerely, a dragon-obsessed nerd :D Sorry, saw a post from you regarding dragon FL and immediately had to drop these tidbits on you. Do what you will with this information :D

MORE DRAGON FOUL LEGACY OUR SCALED GROWLING FRIEND

ironically, the fierce and merciless Abyssal dragon falls for a puny human of all creatures, absolutely smitten with you after you freed him from that ghastly trap. and sometimes he wishes he wasn't- you're so difficult to keep track of! so small amidst the rest of the mortals in the harbor, and Legacy can't exactly just waltz in and pick you out from the crowd. so he uses his human disguise instead, all freckles and copper hair and cool blue eyes that light up when he sees you, gripping you around the waist and twirling in delight. you almost scream the first time, taking him for a complete stranger, but he hushes you gently and brings your hand to his face, pushing into it with his cheek just as Foul Legacy would always do, faint scales just beneath a layer of skin. a sigh of relief escapes you- before you lightly smack him on the shoulder with a pouting scowl, and Legacy's human form lets out a smooth, rumbling laugh as he nuzzles against you

he tilts his head when you stop to say hello to Zhongli, eyes narrowing in eerie curiosity. the elegant man positively reeks of the scent of prey, the other dragons Foul Legacy would occasionally hunt, sometimes for food and sometimes for the sheer thrill. you barely notice Zhongli becoming more and more uncomfortable under his gaze until he hastily excuses himself, pivoting on his heel and hurrying away while your hand is still in the air. Legacy merely hums, smug and quite pleased with himself- you're his treasure, after all. dragons have to protect their treasures. his arms come around you once more, grinning and nudging into your hand as you idly scratch under his chin. you can't keep calling him "Legacy"- it'll draw stares from the strangeness, even as he bunts and purrs against you in his human form

so you give him the name of Ajax, and his eyes light up as if he's found another beautiful treasure

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Legacy gives me biter vibes, or at least nibbler.

Could I get a short fic on that + cuddles?

:3

ABSOLUTELY i will also shake your hand in agreement

Legacy's asleep when you get home tonight, tucked under mounds of blankets to hide from the growing chill of outdoors as winter approaches. he only stirs when you sneak close, slipping a hand under to gently poke the center of his forehead, and it draws a drowsy, surprised trill from your favorite Abyssal monster, the pile of quilts and covers shifting and wriggling until his head finally pops out all mussed and sleepy. you grin, and he lazily sticks his tongue to lick your hand, drawing it into his mouth and gnawing gently at your skin. it's an easy invitation, his claws holding up the blankets just long enough for you to slip under before they quickly wrap around both of you again. Legacy's head presses against your shoulder, then your cheek and forehead, the bridge of your nose- his version of a tender kiss, nuzzling his fanged maw gingerly against you

he nudges your cheek again, leaving a cheeky lick before gently biting down, stretching it just a little. a soft, delighted rumble leaves his chest when you yelp, giving him a lighthearted shove. but you squirm and laugh, the sound carrying hints of Childe's boisterous chuckle that you've picked up on over the years. it's the same with your hums, the quiet, deep sounds that Legacy had shared with you in exchange for your words, his tongue forming your name and the phrase "I love you". the beast in your arms purrs smoothly, pulling you swiftly against his chest and resting your head on his soft lilac fluff. keep you safe, keep his beloved mortal warm and comfortable- his arms squeeze lightly around your waist as he snuggles, partially on top of you, a heavy, armored, weighted moth-blanket cuddled happily against you

you shift slightly to scratch under his chin, and Legacy's joyful trills and croons fill the room once more

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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.

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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.

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Wifi the images for FL figure is out and damn I am so tempted to give in and order one holy shit

I KNOW I'M GOING INSANE OH MY GOSH I WANT ONE SO BAD BUT IT'S EXPENSIVEEEEEEEE AND IT'LL SELL OUT SO FAST

this is making me think of getting a Foul Legacy figurine, your favorite character from your favorite game. he doesn't get a lot of merch because he's tied to Childe, the actual playable character- so anything you can get, you cherish beyond belief. he's placed right on your desk so you can pretend he's cheering you on- or so you think, until a twitch of movement draws your attention and you find your Foul Legacy figurine, very alive and still just as small, sitting curiously next to your mouse and watching the screen in awe. you yell in surprise, and he jumps with a squeak as your chair tips back and you tumble onto the floor. there's a tap and a light thump as he hops onto your chest, cheeping and staring down at you worriedly, not at all concerned with anything but you

he's never apart from you afterwards, clambering onto your shoulder or curling up in your arms. even sneaking curiously into your backpack. it's a new world for Foul Legacy, one to be seen while cradled in your hands. he doesn't really remember Teyvat- it's there, vaguely, in the back of his mind. but it doesn't sound any more appealing than being with you, immensely less so. you cradle him and love him as if he's your fondest treasure, and Legacy basks in your affection, soaking up what he's so missed from his dusty, faded life of before. sometimes he watches you play, seeing himself always in that same house of gold and coins, tilting his head and wondering what he was like back then, all strong and brutal with lightning and rain at his fingertips

but then he sees you again, your finger petting his head, and he doesn't care anymore

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Hey girlie hold still 🦅🦅🦅

Lmao, quick question. Is The Babygirl Mothman a different entity from Childe? Or is it the same person just different flavor.

Thanks in advance for the clarification I was a little confused 🙏🙏

glad to see Childe swept all of us off our feet with that line ehehehe

usually the way i write it, Foul Legacy is a different being from Childe who happens to be sharing the same body due to encountering him in the Abyss. they have their own thoughts and wishes and desires, and for the most part one controls the body at any given time- ever since you came into their life, switching between the two has gotten a lot easier since they both have your company to look forward to. it's like having a little friend in their head for whoever is in control, although usually the one not in control is taking some much-needed rest and relaxation from responsibilities

they both have their own personalities and quirks as well, Childe tends to be more playful and boisterous while Legacy prefers to spend his time cuddling and bumping against you for head scritches. there are DEFINITELY similarities, though, that's the reason they can share a body in the first place. they're both quite touch-starved, Foul Legacy a little more than Childe, and they both relish the adrenaline of battle and are more than willing to chomp down on some seafood at basically any time of the day. Childe picks up Foul Legacy's habit of bonking his head against yours, and Legacy has begun sweeping you off your feet and bowing like a noble prince

most of all, they both adore you to the ends of Teyvat, and that will never change

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INFINITY NIKKI TODAY

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Haven’t seen our dragon boi in a while, do you think he gets ‘cuteness aggression?’

Like if we try to move from cuddles, he just hugs tighter and snarls. If we’re out napping and some random hoarder or passersby sees us he just bristles up the same way.

And sometimes the loving headbutts and tail squeezes get too rough; poor mans must provide little licks as repayment!

YESSS I LOVE DRAGON FOUL LEGACY THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON

Foul Legacy has a habit of grabbing the back of your shirt with his fangs and simply carrying you away when he wants something or gets bored, as if it's the most casual thing in the world. more often than not, he wants cuddles. cuddles NOW. he settles in his favorite field, all bathed in sunlight, and places you between his claws. all of Liyue knows about him, the starlit dragon and his beloved human. they muse that even the Adepti must know at this point, you're not exactly subtle anymore. Legacy curls his tail around you, resting his head in his talons and pressing it against yours with a purr. he soaks up the sunbeams much like a cat or snake would, occasionally turning and shifting and bringing you right along with him to nip at your cheeks and hair

you can feel his tail twitch and flop back and forth in irritation whenever anyone approaches- if it's a friend, he reluctantly pulls back, watching their every move to make sure you're alright. strangers, however, are growled at- low at first, and increasing if they dare take another step closer. never has he actually had to snap at anyone, though. not YET anyway. Legacy huffs, wrapping his tail around your ankle and nuzzling your cheek with a soft croon of apology. you sigh fondly, giving him scritches in that one spot under his chin and watching his wings happily flap. he croons and flops over, head in your lap, leaning closer to lick your cheeks a few times, over the little scars from accidental nicks and jabs when he bonked against you too fiercely, or nipped your cheek with just a bit too much pressure. and you just grin, scratching firmly between his horns and relishing his scales under your fingertips

"Silly dragon. My silly dragon."

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Foul Legacy knows when you're sad. even if you don't tell him, he can almost taste it, the heavy weight on your shoulders. the days where all you want to do is fall over onto your bed and stay there until the sun goes down. you still force yourself to go to work- you have to, or else you can't live- and by the end you're emptier than ever, a hollow pit sitting over your heart and rotting your flesh. you hide it well to everyone else, but Legacy is there the moment you come home, whining softly and running his claws gently over your cheeks in silent question.

all you need to do is shake your head, and he rumbles in understanding.

Legacy kneels to scoop you into his arms, arranging you comfortably on his chest and tucking in the edges of his cloak-like wings around you before settling on the couch, you sprawled out on top of his armored body. he croons so gently, looking up at you and tracing the outline and contours of your face with a single talon. his arms weigh you down as they wrap around your waist, grounding you, calming you. until you sleep he doesn't stop gently massaging your back, and even after he still continues, kneading around your spine and shoulders. tomorrow, he'll let Childe pamper you, bring your favorite foods and go on walks around the city.

for now, Foul Legacy snuggles you close, to keep you safe and sound from your own thoughts.

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Foul Legacy knows when you're sad. even if you don't tell him, he can almost taste it, the heavy weight on your shoulders. the days where all you want to do is fall over onto your bed and stay there until the sun goes down. you still force yourself to go to work- you have to, or else you can't live- and by the end you're emptier than ever, a hollow pit sitting over your heart and rotting your flesh. you hide it well to everyone else, but Legacy is there the moment you come home, whining softly and running his claws gently over your cheeks in silent question.

all you need to do is shake your head, and he rumbles in understanding.

Legacy kneels to scoop you into his arms, arranging you comfortably on his chest and tucking in the edges of his cloak-like wings around you before settling on the couch, you sprawled out on top of his armored body. he croons so gently, looking up at you and tracing the outline and contours of your face with a single talon. his arms weigh you down as they wrap around your waist, grounding you, calming you. until you sleep he doesn't stop gently massaging your back, and even after he still continues, kneading around your spine and shoulders. tomorrow, he'll let Childe pamper you, bring your favorite foods and go on walks around the city.

for now, Foul Legacy snuggles you close, to keep you safe and sound from your own thoughts.