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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Everytime I see one of your posts in my feed I jump for joy! (Not literally, I don’t want to be questioned by family as to why I’m randomly jumping due to being on the second floor XD)

I am curious, if Arle’s operatives are vanishing to join the game of hide n seek, sorry stealth training, would that mean the House of Hearth kids as well? Would Leagacy react differently to them than the other Fauti agents, or not? How would reader react? Or is everyone just too occupied by the “stealth training” to care?

(I think this counts as a request?)

i haven't the time for full length stories lately (help meeeeeee) but i just had to write a little blurb for this!!

Lyney blinks as he peers over the bush, the green leaves brushing against his cheeks. So, that's where all of Father's operatives have been going... to some random spot in the countryside? It's a bit baffling, to be sure, but he certainly appreciates a good challenge, especially when it's picking apart people's thought process. His eyes narrow, watching the operative scurry to hide in trees, behind foliage, even underwater. All with precise movements and knowledge of the environment- Father would surely be proud.

There's a faint rustling as his sister pops up next to him with her usual catlike ease, ears twitching slightly. She tilts her head over, staring impassively.

"Lyney, take your hat off. They'll see."

"What?" Lyney frowns. "No, they won't! You're not the only one who has silent steps, you know."

"Quiet feet don't matter when your hat is the size of your head."

"Hey, that's not-"

A hand lands on Lyney's shoulder, and both of the twins freeze, slowly turning to look into the eyes of a Melusine. You tilt your head, shadowed by several operatives and Foul Legacy with suspicion written all over his face, arms crossed disapprovingly. He knows these two- the Knave's preferred pair for stealth missions- and Lyney and Lynette stare up at the Abyssal Harbinger in shock.

Slowly, you raise a mitten-ish hand and give them a small wave. The twins return the gesture with the same caution, relaxing when you smile and happily tap your feet against the ground. Legacy and the rest of the operatives let out a collective sigh of relief, the former gently gathering you into his arms and bumping his head against yours. You gesture for the twins to follow, to join in on the fun even just for a little while- Freminet is already there, his helmet poking up from beneath the waves. No wonder he's been staying out even more than usual. Lynette quickly acclimates herself as Lyney watches her dart off into the trees, taking everything in stride. The Melusine that Foul Legacy holds so carefully. The markings crisscrossing over your arms and legs that shimmer in the sun. That relieved look when you saw they were friendly, not cruel.

He remembers Father mentioning a Melusine. Perhaps this is the reason it was with such sorrow and fury at the rest of the world.

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it was absolutely freezing tonight but the moon was lovely and full and bright so i got inspired.

occasionally, on nights where his Harbinger duties are tucked and locked away, you and Childe steal away for a few hours, just the two of you. the icy temperatures are his favorite- it reminds him of home- and he gets to see you all bundled up in an overcoat, or even his uniform cloak. one day, he swears he'll get you some thick, warm clothes from Snezhnaya, if anything just to see you melt and fall asleep in them in front of the fireplace. then, of course, to pull you against him and snuggle his face against your hair as he admires your drowsy expression.

Childe tugs your hand gently, almost twirling you around as you make your way down the winding stone path, breath puffing into small clouds of mist. your gloves are thin- too thin for the chill of tonight- but his fingers are warm and sturdy, marked by calluses and tiny scars as he laughs and pulls you along, giving you that trademark grin that shows all his teeth and every freckle. he urges you along, encouraging you towards the top of a craggy, distant peak where the moon shines bright above the clouds, mist dancing at your feet. and he hugs you there. tight, secure, his nose pressed against your neck and inhaling with a blissful sigh. Childe looks at you with such adoration, a gleam of deep contentment and love in his azure eyes.

they close after a moment in a soft smile, drops of water and violet lightning whirling and crackling for a split second before you're wrapped in armor and claws and a strong, rumbling purr. Legacy nuzzles against you, chasing away the icy cold with his embrace. the full moon reflects in his crystalline eye as he gently kneads against your shoulders, trying to help the rock-hard muscles that come from the daily toil of living and breathing. but he soon just gathers you close, rolling over in the grass so you're tucked against his side and staring up at the stars- then him. you watch him instead with a smile, tapping each little mark on his crimson mask with your fingertips and listening to him croon and trill in delight.

when he's here, you have no need for the moon's pale glow.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

IF FOUL LEGACY WAS A SKIN FOR TARTAGLIA IT WOULD BE OVWR FOR YA’LL

GOD YOU'RE TELLING ME I WOULD LITERALLY START SCREAMING AND YOU'D BE ABLE TO HEAR IT

also i had to do a little non-Melusine SAGAU snippet i couldn't resist okay

you've never bought one of the skins before, not at that price! sure, you picked up the free ones whenever there were certain events, but never the five-star skins. there just weren't any skins that appealed to you enough to incentivize you to spend money- they were pretty, yes, but an empty pretty. nothing you couldn't already get from the characters' base outfits. until, that is, someone came up with the absolutely brilliant idea of giving Childe a skin. specifically, a skin of Foul Legacy, and oh goodness, it was OVER for you. the Eleventh Harbinger was always one of your favorites, his final boss phase even more, and now you could walk around with Legacy in the overworld with just a simple skin. you groan, burying your head in your hands, the screen bright before you. Foul Legacy stares back at you, unmoving yet still as beautiful as when you last saw him

so obviously, you bought the skin

Foul Legacy blinks, the brightness of the sun momentarily blinding him- the sun? no, that's not right. he's only allowed in the Golden House usually, waiting patiently for the next battle. and yet it's true, that's the sun right there, and the sky and the clouds and the birds flying overhead. a chirp falls from his fanged maw, turning slowly in a circle to examine his surroundings in a field of lush grass, a lake and city in the distance. free and breezy along the wind

he hears someone, quietly, as if they're from a long distance. whispering tenderly to him, calling him the best monster in the world. the voice- you- wraps around him like silk, soft and shimmering like his wings. Legacy only hears you some minutes in the Golden House each week, and now you're here, his favorite, beside him in spirit

the Abyssal monster trills and croons in the middle of the wilderness, and the stars of Teyvat shine a little brighter that night

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

New anon here, been binging your ideas for a couple weeks now! My favourite is definitely the abyssal contamination posts, for when my days need some sweet angst 😅😅. This sin't like a fulk fledged specific request, just an idea, but what if fl found out the readers sickness is because of its contamination? Sweet angst galore.... no pressure, jusy and idea.

Once again, rly love youe work!

hehehe, a new anon and already with such lovely ideas, you'll fit right in!!

Foul Legacy balks in horror when Zhongli sits him down, murmuring about your condition. Abyssal contamination. his Abyssal contamination- where else could it be from? Zhongli doesn't say the last part, but they both know it's true. Legacy's wings shudder as he hunches over, pulling away from Zhongli's attempts at consolation with a sharp cry of agony, the knowledge that he was hurting you- KILLING you- seeping deep into his skull. all Legacy can do is retreat to his nest of blankets, curling up and weeping bitterly. of course- of course this had to happen. why would he ever think that an Abyssal monster like him could have someone as wonderful as you? no, the heavens and void conspired to tear you away, you and all your love and kindness and soft edges. his claws grip the covers as he sobs, deep, ragged sounds from the back of his throat

but he can't bear to hurt you. never could, never will

so he sneaks back to your room, sitting and watching you sleep. and Foul Legacy mourns, daring to gently run his claws over your cheek. you shift, pressing against his palm with a hum, still not awake, and Legacy almost melts. precious. a soothing purr rumbles up from his throat, catching once or twice when his talons tap against the patches on your skin, deep purples and blues and cracked at the corners. he whines softly, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours, as you always did whenever he came to you after a nightmare. for a moment Legacy can almost imagine your fingers combing through his hair and fluff, your voice whispering words of comfort, and his crystalline eye closes as he lets out a soft, saddened sigh

Foul Legacy melts away, leaving a confused Childe in his place, blinking and wondering why his Abyssal half suddenly withdrew, about the heavy yearning holding onto his heart

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Childe who purrs when he's sleepy, little rumbling murmurs and croons.

Childe whose teeth are a bit sharper than the average human's, but it only really shows when he laughs in that boisterous way of his.

Childe with patches on his skin, tough pieces of night-colored armor littering his body in random places when his guard is down around you. He almost falls over when you scratch around the edges.

Childe with nails that are just a bit longer and sharper, blackened at the tips of his fingers.

Childe who idly snuggles and nuzzles against you, ginger hair brushing over your cheek and arms around your waist.

Childe who occasionally growls when he's startled. His hair always fluffs up into a poofy mess, and you laugh as you smooth it back down.

Childe with fleeting stars in his eyes and a raspiness to his voice.

Childe with hints of Foul Legacy, bits of the Abyss that he lets free just for you.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Childe who purrs when he's sleepy, little rumbling murmurs and croons.

Childe whose teeth are a bit sharper than the average human's, but it only really shows when he laughs in that boisterous way of his.

Childe with patches on his skin, tough pieces of night-colored armor littering his body in random places when his guard is down around you. He almost falls over when you scratch around the edges.

Childe with nails that are just a bit longer and sharper, blackened at the tips of his fingers.

Childe who idly snuggles and nuzzles against you, ginger hair brushing over your cheek and arms around your waist.

Childe who occasionally growls when he's startled. His hair always fluffs up into a poofy mess, and you laugh as you smooth it back down.

Childe with fleeting stars in his eyes and a raspiness to his voice.

Childe with hints of Foul Legacy, bits of the Abyss that he lets free just for you.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

i had a heart wrenching idea that i absolutely need to tell you

reader with the purification ability through touch, so imagine this: not being able to hold or help or touch foul legacy cause their touch hurts him and you just see him whine

reader getting hurt/in the brink of death and foul legacy not being able to do anything cause their touch would actually might seriously injure him enough, so he has to look for others/lead others towards an injured reader. but the thing is, convincing terrified humans to follow them back as a big giant monster is easier said than done.

CONSIDER MY HEART WRENCHED AND MY TEARS SHED, YOU ARE BRILLIANT ANON

Foul Legacy has never been able to touch you, both cursed in your own right, him being born in darkness and you with light at your fingertips. not even the gods ever answered when you asked them why, perhaps burdened with their own Celestial secrets just as you were. no matter what you tried or did, you've never been able to touch Legacy without harming him like a burn piercing through his armor- it makes him yelp in pain, and your heart twinges. so instead you tie a ribbon around your finger and the other end around his claw so you're always connected, even if you can't physically touch one another. Legacy takes small delight in choosing the ribbon color each day, and you find that you come to have many shades of blue you didn't even know existed, for those are always his favorite

he whimpers as he kneels by you, talons digging into the soft ground with desperation. you're bleeding, you're bleeding so badly, yet no one comes to help. they all scream in terror over his monstrous visage, brandishing their weapons- he's had to move you somewhere safe a few times already, to the detriment of you both. but still, he has to keep trying, even if you weakly tell him that you're fine, because you're not, he can smell the blood and he knows you're not, and Legacy wants nothing more than to take you in his arms. he can't, though. not in this life. instead he tenderly covers you, makes sure you're as comfortable as possible before venturing out again, fluttering his glittering, star-speckled wings in determination

finally, a blue-haired man with an eyepatch answers his call, and Foul Legacy nearly sobs with relief

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Foul legacy wearing a tiny party hat:

Traveler / the court of Fontaine: what the fuck are you wearing

Foul legacy : *Angey chirping defending how party hats are badass and walks off, revealing he has creator melusine on his back with a similar party hat.*

hehe no one questions Melusine Creator!!!

you delight in making any sort of craft with whatever you can get your little hands on down in Merusea, tinkering with the bits of scrap metal and making paints out of new materials with Mamere, many of them sourced by none other than Legacy himself when he has to return to the surface. so of course when there's any reason to celebrate you make little party hats, complete with a tiny sea frond on the tip to act as the pom-pom and colorful stripes so carefully painted on. you make one for yourself, one for Monsieur Neuvillette, and of course one for Foul Legacy, balanced carefully in between his horns. and even when he's not Legacy, when he's Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger, it's still cheerfully nestled in his coppery hair as he goes about his business

it's Arlecchino of all people who finally steps up to him when he's visiting the House of the Hearth, giving him a squinted look and asking what in the Tsaritsa's name is on his head. Childe looks absolutely AFFRONTED, stepping aside to show her you behind his legs, blinking up at the Fourth innocently. Arlecchino just stares at you, eyes going from the hat on your head to Childe's as he scoops you into his arms with a grin. yours is in all the colors of the seven elements, Childe's in blue and purple and black and red. slowly, you pull out another party hat seemingly from nowhere, reaching forward with your mittens to place it on top of Arlecchino's head, this one red and gray and black and white just for her

she lets it happen. you and the children's smiles are worth looking a little silly

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Had a thought and immediately discarded what I was doing in favour of scrambling to tell you.

So going back to those AU asks where the 'we' also possess an equivalent of a Legacy form, I had a thought based on how you portray Childe and Foul Legacy - that is to say, you tend to portray them as two separate consciousnesses that share a lot of similar likes or priorities.

Basically my thought is what if, in the worldline that 'we' have a equivalent of a Legacy form, 'we' are much the same? Like, Legacy us and human us have the same sort of body-share shenanigans as Childe and Foul Legacy, but with differing personality quirks.

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu 1. I am so sorry if this is hard to understand, I kinda just word-dumped. 2. I just want to say - I love how sometimes you also situate Childe into these fluffy(or angsty) Foul Legacy posts. Like, I love Foul Legacy, but the human has his own charms too, y'know?

oh my goodness you are an absolute genius YES THIS IS BRILLIANT

a reasonably sized portion of your time spent with Childe is taken up by documenting just where and what your Abyssal selves have been doing, making sure there's no property damage. usually there isn't, apart from to your own house- both you and Foul Legacy are still considerate of other people's belongings, preferring to romp around in the wilderness instead and find fields to play in. but still, it brings a certain delight to tell each other about what your alternate forms did that day. Childe always teases you lightly, going on and on about how you wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with him all day, whining pitifully when he had to attend to some Harbinger duties. but you just laugh and begin listing off all the ways Foul Legacy was sweet to you, how he insisted on having his head in your lap while you worked and how he would nibble and gnaw lightly at your fingers for attention

it goes both ways, see

either one of your forms is always delighted to see Childe, and vice versa, and the Abyssal monsters adore each other more than almost anything. you're a bit more restrained than he is, your otherworldly half content with snoozing in a pile of pillows or sitting back and allowing you to work all day. Foul Legacy often tugs on your hand, chittering and chirping and asking to run around with you, to snuggle in a heap with your beastly form, and almost always you close your eyes and allow yourself to take a quick nap, watching from the sidelines as Legacy pounces and cuddles with your other half. sometimes, just for fun, Childe plucks control from Legacy near the very end, leaving a Harbinger and another armored creature sprawled over him like a weighted blanket. he scratches your Abyssal self behind the horns, and without fail there's always, ALWAYS a lovely purr

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I just had an... idea. So you know magical girls right? Transformation sequences and all? That, but with childe and foul legacy, you could go the normal route of childe -> foul legacy. But theres also the more crackjob route of foul legacy -> childe. Like giant murdery abyss moth transforms with a blinding flash of lighand becomes!... just some dude. Its hilarious.

i hope you know this made me laugh for a solid five minutes, thank you

he does it just to hear your laughter, the huff of amusement that always slips past your lips when witnessing Legacy's antics. to be completely fair to you, it IS really funny- he makes a big show out of it on purpose, just as Childe does transforming into him. perhaps he even twirls once or twice just for you, violet lightning crackling into ocean waves before fading and revealing your Harbinger love, giving you a mischievous grin. just some guy, indeed. you open your arms for him to run into and he scoops you up and spins you around with a laugh, peppering your face with little kisses. it's one thing Foul Legacy can't really do, kiss you- his mouth just isn't made for that, it's for tearing and rending flesh. but Childe can and does so with gusto, doing just as you do to his freckles until you're breathless with laughter

most of the time, though, his transformations with you are quiet and subtle. sometimes you don't even notice until you look up to see that the Abyssal monster you were napping on has become human again, his hand running up and down your back. Childe always smiles at you drowsily, Foul Legacy peacefully tucked away and taking his own dose of snoozing as his human counterpart hugs you a bit tighter. now you can return the favor, pressing tiny kisses to each freckle you can see and listening to him sleepily chuckle, late afternoon light illuminating his lovely blue eyes. even the most perceptive of the Fatui would be baffled seeing the Eleventh Harbinger sprawled over a couch, looking up at you so lovingly with the softest melted smile on his face

good, then. that means there's more for you

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*runs into the room and trips over everything* oh my god y'all listen, masquerade Childe with Foul Legacy as his outfit.

it's his way of including his Abyssal side in festivities, ones that he can never see in his own body. he's been so well behaved lately, fighting when called and quietly watching the world when not, after all. there's a masquerade in Fontaine tonight, and he just so happens to be on vacation, and Foul Legacy does love colors and lights and laughter- it's the perfect place. Childe spares no expense, commissioning clothes in Legacy's colors and a mask as red as a rose with his signature tapered horns. his Abyssal half almost squeaks in delight when he gets to see, from inside Childe's head- that's him right there! all in carved material and polished paint! the Harbinger can't help but grin as he slips the mask over his face, stepping into the fray of people all laughing with delight.

as anything in Fontaine, it's a lavish, glittering event, the halls and rooms all done up and cleaned until they almost sparkle. and no one here even suspects that he's a Harbinger, simply complimenting his outfit and ensemble. Childe has the grandest of times admiring the architecture and elegant people, even taking a chance to sweep someone- you- into a dance. your lips twitch into a smile when this stranger extends a hand to you, tufts of ginger hair poking out from behind his mask. his grip is firm but not tight, treating you as if you're made of glass. he leads, then you lead, then neither of you lead and just have fun, somehow ending up in the garden outside. before the clock chimes, signifying the Hydro Archon's appearance, Childe takes a moment to slip a lovely rainbow rose into your palm, giving you a slow bow.

he watches you run off, to where you're needed. Foul Legacy whimpers in his head, wondering and wishing to know who was that wonderful stranger that he danced so happily with, even happier than he's ever been during a battle.

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*runs into the room and trips over everything* oh my god y'all listen, masquerade Childe with Foul Legacy as his outfit.

it's his way of including his Abyssal side in festivities, ones that he can never see in his own body. he's been so well behaved lately, fighting when called and quietly watching the world when not, after all. there's a masquerade in Fontaine tonight, and he just so happens to be on vacation, and Foul Legacy does love colors and lights and laughter- it's the perfect place. Childe spares no expense, commissioning clothes in Legacy's colors and a mask as red as a rose with his signature tapered horns. his Abyssal half almost squeaks in delight when he gets to see, from inside Childe's head- that's him right there! all in carved material and polished paint! the Harbinger can't help but grin as he slips the mask over his face, stepping into the fray of people all laughing with delight.

as anything in Fontaine, it's a lavish, glittering event, the halls and rooms all done up and cleaned until they almost sparkle. and no one here even suspects that he's a Harbinger, simply complimenting his outfit and ensemble. Childe has the grandest of times admiring the architecture and elegant people, even taking a chance to sweep someone- you- into a dance. your lips twitch into a smile when this stranger extends a hand to you, tufts of ginger hair poking out from behind his mask. his grip is firm but not tight, treating you as if you're made of glass. he leads, then you lead, then neither of you lead and just have fun, somehow ending up in the garden outside. before the clock chimes, signifying the Hydro Archon's appearance, Childe takes a moment to slip a lovely rainbow rose into your palm, giving you a slow bow.

he watches you run off, to where you're needed. Foul Legacy whimpers in his head, wondering and wishing to know who was that wonderful stranger that he danced so happily with, even happier than he's ever been during a battle.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

today has had so many events

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Ok but BUT hear me out...imagine Reader who has a permanent, massive scar on their body because of Foul Legacy for whatever reason...

Maybe it's a bite that digs deep into one of their thighs, or claw marks that go down their shoulder blade to their lower back. Reader usually keeps them hidden under clothing to avoid questions but in privacy they just show them off because even if they were painful (where they??) Reader likes them and feels it's like they're basically marked by their beloved monster moth, because let's be honest maybe just maybe Reader is a bit unhinged-- I mean, they're dating an abyssal creature, a handsome one, but an abyssal creature nevertheless.

Ahem...do you have an official anon list? I'm going to just sign under an anon name for future research on our favorite sparkly moth. Bless your brain, bless your blog 💗

— 🕯️ Anon

hehe i like the term research, we are all moth researchers here :D

it was an accident, how you got the scar, at the very beginning of knowing Foul Legacy. too much too quickly, Zhongli had said. now of course you both know that you were simply trying to help, reaching out to touch the anguished monster's shoulder, only for him to lash out in terror. a long wound starting from your shoulder and trailing down your chest and to the side- luckily it wasn't too deep, merely very, VERY painful- that healed into a scar that would never fade. you had to stay away from Legacy for a few days, knowing that your condition would only send him into further distress. Zhongli told you that the Abyssal beast had cried pitifully until you returned, scratching desperately at his bloodstained claws. he was careful, after that. the only wounds that came after were tiny in comparison, little nicks and punctures that came from accidentally brushing his talons over your skin a bit too fast. it's almost funny, how much he tries not to hurt you- funny, but wonderfully sweet

Legacy hates it at first, the evidence of his terrible strength. he winces every time he sees it across your skin- how could he have marred someone so perfect? but you don't mind it at all, once it heals. it's almost a symbol of your connection, of your undying love for Foul Legacy, and to you there's no shame in displaying it when you're at home, as natural as breathing. it's a part of you, after all. he tilts his head in astonishment when you admit that you like the scar, that you like the bond between the two of you. with a small huff Legacy nudges his head against your shoulder, almost embarrassed as he gently traces the mark with a single claw before delicately nibbling the tips of your fingers. perhaps it's true, that it makes you as his. and your sweet kisses and tender words mark him as yours, a maddened, Abyssal Harbinger

though, it seems you might be a little mad, too. so you shall be mad together, and what a wonderful thing that is

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wow hi wifi :'3 i have not been active for a LONGGG time i'm not too sure if i even remember what anon i was or if i even was one at all but you were one of the first accounts i followed in my almost 2 years of having tumblr lol, i still come back and read and reread ur works and cant help but smile at how far you've come, keep up the great work <3

~ shlump/shiupy

HI HI HIIIIIIII IT'S SO NICE TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN :D despite the years and any hardships, i am still here. and so are you!!! and i am glad you are here in my little corner of this place!!! i have set out tea and pastries, and i hope what i do keeps bringing you happiness even when you are sad :] please remember that you are always welcome here!!

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Foul Legacy encouraging you through some difficult work. he curls up against you on the couch, where you've taken refuge to at least be comfortable as you scribble and cross out and scratch away, paper covered in lines of black ink. he can see the frustration etched in your features, the tiny cuts on your fingers from accidentally sliding against the parchment's edges one too many times. for the most part he simply leans his head against your leg, listening keenly to your pen roaming the paper as his wings flutter with every exhale.

but when he hears that characteristic sigh, that deep breath you let out whenever you're particularly frustrated, and Foul Legacy tilts his head to look up at you. he nudges your shoulder with a gentle coo before brushing your hand with his cheek in an encouragement to give him scritches. it's not just for him- Legacy is fully aware of how the motion soothes you, how his soft purrs loosen the tightness in your jaw, the same jaw he happily snuggles against, being careful not to jab you with his horns. it's time for a break, he can see it in your eyes. gingerly Legacy draws you closer to his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. he croons tenderly, running his claws up and down your spine and gradually feeling your tense muscles relax.

the closest thing to a smile creeps across Foul Legacy's fanged maw, something you always loved and told him was beautiful. he holds you close, gently, soothing your mental and physical pains, for even the strongest warriors of the sword or pen must rest.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Considering Foul Legacy is a giant sparkly abyssal moth...do we have an Entomologist!Reader somewhere?

Bonus points if they call him "love bug" or something like that because it's both cheesy and insect-related. Nerdy entomologist reader who's super eager to understand why Foul Legacy looks like a moth, and loves how fluffy he is! Maybe they're like Albedo and they sketch stuff from their research, so they have a journal filled with personal notes and drawings of Foul Legacy's wings, measurements but also little sketches of him in different angles!

anon this is SO CUTE oh my moon and stars i'm giggling

instead of the usual reaction of fear and terror, your first instinct upon meeting Foul Legacy is to absolutely GASP with joy and delight. an Abyssal creature, and a moth-like one, no less!! he chitters in surprise when you approach with your hands raised, telling him that you mean no harm and asking if he could possibly spare a few minutes to answer some questions. it's the first time he's ever been greeted kindly, treated as something apart from a mindless beast. of course, you're still curious about that, about his monstrous form, but you spoke to him as if he was an ordinary human, as if he was Childe instead of a horror. Legacy can't stop his wings from fluttering when he sees you attentively writing down every single note and interesting thing you find about him, expanding into an extensive list

you have a habit of showing him all the different bugs you catch, the little critters scuttling around on your hands. they all look so content sitting there, tapping tiny legs or waving their antennae, and your absolute favorites are the moths. they're almost drawn to you like a spark of flame, perching on your fingers and in your hair. they crawl happily over his claws, too, staring up at him with huge eyes and fuzzy wings. it's like a younger sibling admiring their older brother, and you stifle a laugh. you haven't quite found a moth that matches him exactly- his colors are a bit too glimmering for that, deep sea in the dark of night. but your moth friends have learned to love him just as much as you, keeping him company when you're forced to be out and about without him

at least he knows when you're nearing home, the moths' wings perking up and flitting rapidly as his own join in