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Wee woo wee woo

Reader gets hurt in battle what shall Legacy do?!

OHHH HE WON'T BE HAPPY WHY WOULD YOU TORMENT HIM (keep doing it)

step one: panic. the moment he sees you get hit, the scent of blood and sound of your pained cry, his brain short circuits. Legacy shrieks, pushing past and catching you firmly in his arms. he whimpers softly, nudging his head against yours until you cough and weakly pat his hand. good. you're alive, and coherent enough. a slow exhale slips from his fanged maw, closing his crystalline eye before it snaps open again and he lets out a horrible, guttural growl. he only needs one hand to fight, holding his polearm in a crackling vice grip, the other reserved for cradling you tenderly, gingerly. you barely even flinch as the screams of your enemies hit your ears, knowing full well that Foul Legacy will take care of it. he always does, because he's Foul Legacy, and he loves you, he loves you too much to let those who hurt you go unpunished

Legacy pants and wheezes once all else falls silent, letting his weapons clatter to the floor, following suit after to arrange you gently in his lap. you hear a faint whine, claws skimming delicately over your wounds and drawing out a slight shudder. the hand retracts, resting on your forehead instead as Legacy croons softly. your injuries sting and burn, but they're not fatal, thank the Archons. he carefully lifts you up, beginning to stride somewhere- anywhere other than here. Bubu Pharmacy, or perhaps Northland Bank, or even your little house on the outskirts of the harbor. Childe soothes his Abyssal half in his head, taking him firmly through the steps of getting you somewhere safe and treating and bandaging your injuries, and Legacy breathes a sigh of relief when you manage to open your eyes and give him a shaky smile

and when you can speak, you'll praise him, tell him what a good job he did while scratching behind his horns and fluffing his hair, and Legacy purrs as he settles you onto the bed, safe at last

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little Melusine Creator and galactical sea-whale Legacy, cradled in the ocean's embrace together. safe from the world who wishes to hunt you, to burn you. he holds you in his claws, the false sky visible only in the distance. Legacy has been alone for so long, a behemoth hiding in the sea- until you came along, stealing his heart and breath away, giving him what he's always desired.

a friend.

he holds his tail over your tiny form, blocking out any light that may disturb your sleep. even then, the markings on your body shimmer dully, etched reminders of all who dared to hurt you. he would growl- but that would wake you. instead he turns it into a purr, bubbles drifting from his fanged maw as he holds you, gentle and secure.

Foul Legacy and the Creator. you and him. forever.

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Oblivious reader who doesn't realize Legacy likes them even though he follows them around like a lost puppy <3

he just wants a little love and attention,,,, sweet moth boy,,,

it's a constant battle between Foul Legacy and Childe, one wanting to be obvious and upfront and the other doing everything in his power to prevent that. they can't confess! you'll be in danger all the time with Childe's status as a Harbinger, not to mention if you even want to be their partner! Legacy huffs and whines, sulking for a day and a half before even begrudgingly allowing Childe to take the reins in their shared body. fine, then. if his human half forbid it, then Legacy is entirely willing to push the limits as far as he can. Childe isn't the only one here capable of scheming and plotting- plus, this will let Legacy spend more time with you, which is always a plus

the day after Childe tells him no, Legacy is stuck to your side like glue, peeking over your shoulder and happily nudging his head against yours. it makes you laugh in surprise, scratching under his chin as you sit in your garden, looking over some papers. Legacy knows how much you enjoy the company, from both him and Childe. he rolls over in the grass, urging you to give him pets with little chitters and trills. purrs slip from between his fangs when your nimble hands pet and untangle his fluff and hair, never wishing to be parted from you. he revels in the sound of your clueless laughter, because Legacy acts like this around everyone he's friends with, right?

...right?

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little Melusine Creator and galactical sea-whale Legacy, cradled in the ocean's embrace together. safe from the world who wishes to hunt you, to burn you. he holds you in his claws, the false sky visible only in the distance. Legacy has been alone for so long, a behemoth hiding in the sea- until you came along, stealing his heart and breath away, giving him what he's always desired.

a friend.

he holds his tail over your tiny form, blocking out any light that may disturb your sleep. even then, the markings on your body shimmer dully, etched reminders of all who dared to hurt you. he would growl- but that would wake you. instead he turns it into a purr, bubbles drifting from his fanged maw as he holds you, gentle and secure.

Foul Legacy and the Creator. you and him. forever.

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Reader that is TERRIFIED of spiders, finds one and jumps up onto the table, when Legacy walks in and looks at them like they're insane they just point to the spider that's the size of a quarter.

okay but the size of a quarter is still pretty big though-

Legacy is actually entirely unafraid of spiders- maybe when Childe was young, was still more Ajax than Tartaglia, he would've been. but now, after the Abyss? eh, they weren't a big deal. you, on the other hand, think that spiders are the absolute worst creatures to encounter. you don't hate them, not at all! they do good work, catching annoying insects! but something about their legs and the way they skitter makes your hair stand on end. Childe has long since learned to never, NEVER tease you with the physical spider. he tried once in good fun, and you promptly burst into tears. granted, he got to hold and comfort you for the entire evening, but he still felt sick to his stomach about the whole thing

Legacy had cursed at Childe in his head, too. needless to say, never again

you're already on the table when Legacy comes running, poking his head into the room with a worried chirp, his gaze falling to where your trembling finger is pointing. a black spider the size of a piece of mora sits, quite content, quite peaceful, right on the middle of the floor. from a distance, it just looks like a large speck of dust. Foul Legacy has to chew on his tongue to keep from choking with laughter, marching right over to the tiny beast and crouching down. he huffs sternly and scoops the spider into his claws. it simply turns a few times curiously- you'd swear, later, that its movements were smug and pleased as he deposited it outside

a sigh rushes out of your lungs, shoulders dropping in relief. you raise a hand to pat a very proud Legacy's head, scritching behind his horns and under his chin- he's your hero, after all. and heroes deserve cuddles

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Can I get a melsine reader who's breaking Legacy outta jail?

I can't see my baby moth boi behind bars!

Melusine Creator graduates from general mischief to being a little criminal!!

does Sigewinne know what you're up to? absolutely. does she try to stop you? nope. she's met Foul Legacy enough to know that he wouldn't harm you or any of the Melusine, so surely that means he's a good creature! she doesn't exactly hand you the keys, but she makes sure to leave you alone next to Legacy's cell. he immediately perks up and purrs when you begin fiddling with the lock, turning it this way and that. one of your siblings taught you how to open such devices- you never asked how they knew. they simply did. but you can't quite get it open with your mittens, so Legacy chirps and extends his own claw for you to press into the keyhole, little tongue sticking out as you wiggle, turn, and- click! you happily tug the door open, wings fluttering as Legacy's crystalline eye gleams brightly, nudging his way out and bumping his head against yours. he's not hurt, thank goodness- a little put out, a little irritated. all cured in your presence, your warmth

ah, he's missed you. his best friend, his Creator, his little Melusine

neither of you are Fontaine-born, the sound of trickling drops leading you to one of the water outlets of the Fortress, an abandoned one that nobody guards. Legacy promptly scoops you up, settling you in his arms and gently tucking your tail in. there's a beaming smile on his masked face, crimson and dotted with freckles in a darker red. you grin right back at him, all jagged, shimmering markings, extraordinarily pleased with yourself. he's taught you so well, the help of him and your siblings and kind people like Neuvillette bringing you out of your shell. Legacy rumbles deep in his chest, wading then diving down into the water, you held securely in a tight hug as he swims out and away from Meropide, leaving the cold, damp prison behind

Sigewinne giggles as Legacy's twin horns disappear beneath the water, promptly turning away and pretending that nothing happened

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you and Foul Legacy, except you meet in the Night Kingdom.

you see him on your first death, the first time you ever participated in the Night Warden Wars. you weren't the first on your team to die- far from it- but like all the others, the Night Kingdom welcomes you with silence and haunting stars. there's nothing much to do except wait and wander until the Pyro Archon revives you- if at all. hopefully, the last of your teammates push through and survive. you valiantly try not to worry, but your brain would rather be nervous than be bored, it seems, and a good half of your time is spent aimlessly walking and fretting. what if the Ode of Resurrection doesn't work? what if everyone can come back except you? what if everyone does perish, and you're lost to the Night Kingdom forever?

a flash of movement snaps you out of your thoughts, jerking your head in that direction. odd- nothing fast or quick was supposed to be here, from what your friends and family told you. only the occasional spirit, the momentary cool breeze. a curious warrior through and through, you slowly creep closer to the darting, glimmering thing, foot kicking up a bit of dirt and freezing as it whips around to stare at you.

beautiful. it almost slips from your mouth, but you bite your tongue at the last moment. the monster, the creature- tall, armored, and fierce, with sharp claws and a pair of spiraling horns and one singular, crystalline eye. it gazes at you, still as stone, fur ruffled and raised in an attempt to look intimidating- only for a moment. for when you also halt in your steps and raise your hands to show you mean no harm, the beast softens, tilting its head and stepping forward with a soft croon. it circles you slowly, gingerly, the curious touches light and gentle and treating you like beautifully blown glass. you reach out to touch the monster's wings in return, and the delicate appendages flutter and flare at the graze of your fingers, a delighted chirp slipping between sharpened fangs.

the creature happily curls around you, and the Night Kingdom brightens just a little bit. but the moment you close your eyes, just once, the sun burns brightly. a single blink is all it takes for you to return to the land of the living, the Pyro Archon holding your hand and giving you her signature smile. she turns away, and you do the same, glancing back at the Sacred Flame.

you want to feel that clawed, Abyssal warmth again.

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What if little melusine creator visit foul legacy while he's in jail in fontain would his grace allow it would the meusine do it would they bring trinkets for him

hehehe more Melusine Creator let's GO

it's really no secret that His Grace has a soft spot for the Melusine. whether they be his coworkers like Sigewinne or just the ones wandering around the city, Wriothesley will always stop to say hello if they're not busy or on duty. and you've got a step up, too- Sigewinne herself will vouch for you! maybe she won't tell the Duke that you're the Creator- not yet, at least- but she's all smiles when she kindly asks if he would permit for you to visit a friend of yours. she swears you won't cause any trouble! and she can escort you the entire way! Wriothesley looks you over, scrutinizing and examining your hopeful, innocent face and twitching, bloopy antennae. then he sighs and gives you a nod, grinning subtly at the delighted gasps that slip from you and Sigewinne's mouth

perhaps you seemed a little familiar to him. but he won't dwell on it. not right now

you skip-run your way over to where Sigewinne points, descending further and further into to Fortress until the only sounds are faint mechanical clacking and the rattle of chains. Legacy sniffs the air and perks up even in his caged, weakened state, crooning gently as you dart over. you can't get in- Wriothesley isn't THAT lenient- but Legacy inches forward until his head rests against the bars and you can pat his hair. he rumbles and purrs as you speak, asking if he's alright, is he injured, how is he being treated. none of it matters when his friend is right here next to him. getting more confident, too, seeing how you're willing to wriggle your way into the most secure prison of Fontaine, with a bit of help

he gives your mitten-like hand a small nip, chittering happily when he hears you giggle and pet his head just the way he likes it

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you and Foul Legacy, except you meet in the Night Kingdom.

you see him on your first death, the first time you ever participated in the Night Warden Wars. you weren't the first on your team to die- far from it- but like all the others, the Night Kingdom welcomes you with silence and haunting stars. there's nothing much to do except wait and wander until the Pyro Archon revives you- if at all. hopefully, the last of your teammates push through and survive. you valiantly try not to worry, but your brain would rather be nervous than be bored, it seems, and a good half of your time is spent aimlessly walking and fretting. what if the Ode of Resurrection doesn't work? what if everyone can come back except you? what if everyone does perish, and you're lost to the Night Kingdom forever?

a flash of movement snaps you out of your thoughts, jerking your head in that direction. odd- nothing fast or quick was supposed to be here, from what your friends and family told you. only the occasional spirit, the momentary cool breeze. a curious warrior through and through, you slowly creep closer to the darting, glimmering thing, foot kicking up a bit of dirt and freezing as it whips around to stare at you.

beautiful. it almost slips from your mouth, but you bite your tongue at the last moment. the monster, the creature- tall, armored, and fierce, with sharp claws and a pair of spiraling horns and one singular, crystalline eye. it gazes at you, still as stone, fur ruffled and raised in an attempt to look intimidating- only for a moment. for when you also halt in your steps and raise your hands to show you mean no harm, the beast softens, tilting its head and stepping forward with a soft croon. it circles you slowly, gingerly, the curious touches light and gentle and treating you like beautifully blown glass. you reach out to touch the monster's wings in return, and the delicate appendages flutter and flare at the graze of your fingers, a delighted chirp slipping between sharpened fangs.

the creature happily curls around you, and the Night Kingdom brightens just a little bit. but the moment you close your eyes, just once, the sun burns brightly. a single blink is all it takes for you to return to the land of the living, the Pyro Archon holding your hand and giving you her signature smile. she turns away, and you do the same, glancing back at the Sacred Flame.

you want to feel that clawed, Abyssal warmth again.

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Artifact hunting g with Legacy but the one you find has ✨️transforma magic!✨️

Reader is temporarily turned into a cat for the day and gets spoiled like there's no tomorrow.

NOW IT IS YOU WHO HAS BEEN CAT-IFIED!!!

at first you barely even realize what happened, too overcome with dizziness. you stumble around a few times, sneezing as the grass brushes your nose- grass? what in Tevyat- the grass is nowhere near as tall as you! at least, it shouldn't be. you blink, shaking your head and finally looking around, only to find that the grass was indeed as tall as you, and you were now covered in fur, with a set of soft little paws and pointed ears to complete the look. you yell in surprise, and it comes out more as a little meow, scampering around and leaping and trying to get away from the tail and fluff that seems to endlessly follow you. with a jump and a hop, you tumble into Foul Legacy's lap, the Abyssal monster looking just as flabbergasted as you

that only lasts for a second, though, because the moment you flop over Legacy absolutely croons with delight, scooping you into his arms and holding you close

you wriggle in his grasp, but he merely flips you over, gently, and begins scritching your soft stomach with his claws, just how you scratch behind his horns. now you understand why he melts and nuzzles against you whenever you do, because the gentle caresses feel like heaven. a purr bubbles up from your tiny chest, rolling around on his lap happily, and Legacy tenderly rumbles right back to you. his purr is so much deeper than yours, slowly leaning back so you can loaf right on top of his chest, your ears purring back as you yawn and close your eyes

perhaps being a cat for a little bit wouldn't be so bad

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*frothing at the mouth* MOON LORE EVENT UPDATE MOON LORE EVENT UPDATE AAHHGHAGHGHGHHGH PLEASE I NEED MORE FOUL LEGACY AND CHILDE CONTENT IN NOD-KRAI I'M BEGGING YOU HOYOVERSE

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Reader that has tattoos and a curious Legacy who traces his claws over the designs.

oh he would absolutely adore any starry tattoos you might have, i just know it

Legacy can't help but flop over anytime you're sitting nearby, staring up at your inked skin in fascination. it's so colorful! so vibrant, the tattoos all with an assortment of different styles! he examines each and every one he can find, although it always seems as if you have a new one each time he sees you- whether it's true, or magic, or just him finding them joyfully for the first time, Legacy can't say. he gently pokes and traces each outline with his talons, rumbling and chittering in delight. you'll have to give him a list and tell him what each one means, if you got it for a specific reason or just because you wanted to

if you ever, EVER got a tattoo symbolic of him and Childe, both of them would be absolutely swooning. maybe it's his constellation, the celestial narwhal, with tiny silver stars and lines like gleaming threads. it doesn't have to be big or gaudy. just the thought is enough. Legacy compares your tattoos to the glittering patterns on his wings- unique, beautiful, and utterly you in every way. tell him whenever you get a new one, please. he wants to admire the new, lovely beauty alongside you

would Childe be willing to get little matching tattoos? yes. the answer is yes

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I like the shark Legacy thoughts so here's another.

When reader goes to visit him in their little boat he gets so excited he accidentally knocks the boat over, plot twist? Reader can't swim.

MORE SHARK LEGACY fitting because it's been raining a bunch over here, makes me think of the ocean

he hasn't seen you in so long, the winter chill and winds keeping you dreadfully far from the sea, staying inside where it's warm enough for your fragile human body. Legacy understood- really, he did! but that didn't mean he wasn't lonely, impatiently waiting for the day you could come visit again. so could anyone blame him, the way he swam towards your familiar boat, bumping against the wooden frame in sheer delight? but alas, he forgets his own strength sometimes, and the boat rocks and tilts at the light bonk, sending you swaying and stumbling until your foot catches on the edge and you fall right into the water with a splash. Legacy chitters in surprise, curiously circling as you flounder and yelp

your head begins to dip beneath the waves despite your efforts, and Legacy's blood turns to ice

he warbles in alarm, diving to wrap his claws around your waist and drag you to the surface, crooning softly as you cough and spit out saltwater. his tail coils firmly around your legs, leaning back and settling you gently on top of him as he floats like an otter, despite being a shark. alright, note to himself- do NOT allow you into the water without support, he quietly huffs and runs his talons over your soaked hair, helping you curl up on top of him to absorb the warm spring sun. you need it, after staying inside all winter, and idly you start petting his hair in return. Legacy's fins curl and twitch happily, a joyful rumble beginning to emit from his chest after so many months of silence

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*grips the edge of the table* Foul Legacy in the next summer event please please please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WANT TO SEE HIM SOAKING UP THE SUN WITH A COMICALLY SMALL HAT AND DRINK

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What would our sweet Legacy do if reader were to faint? Like they were so sick they just *thud* floor

OHHHHH anon why would you do this he's going to be in such distress,,,

he hears the thump and IMMEDIATELY whips his head around, gaze zeroing in on you, slumped over onto the floor. Legacy yelps in alarm, darting over and kneeling to gently, gingerly nudge you, trying to coax you awake and receiving only a muffled, dazed groan in the process. without even thinking he shimmies his claws under your prone form, delicately lifting and arranging you in a soft, careful embrace. you're sick, you're sick, you're sick- of course you're sick! he knows you've been working too hard, but he and Childe have also been so busy and never got the chance to make you rest. Legacy whines faintly, despairing and sorrowful, lowering you gently onto your bed and pulling a soft blanket over your body, your favorite quilt with all the stars decorating it

for three days and three nights, Foul Legacy tends to you. he refuses Childe's halfhearted requests to go to work, and soon the Eleventh Harbinger begins instructing him on how to best care for you, instead. Legacy is gentle and cautious with all of his movements, encouraging you to drink water and eat porridge with tiny, sweet chirps and trills, and he does not cry- if he cried, he wouldn't be able to get anything done, and you take number one priority. to say that he's happy when you're finally well enough to be coherent is an understatement, with how he chitters and coos in delight, snuggling up around you in bed. it's a tight fit, made for only a single person, but Legacy does not care at all

Childe silently accepts that he will be using not three, but four of his vacation days this week

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okay listen listen *locks door behind me*.

sea creature Foul Legacy but he is small. small enough to put in a little fishtank. you catch him in your fishing net one day and attempt to put him back, but he doesn't want to leave. instead he simply cheeps and curls up in your palm, wrapping his little tail around your thumb, and no matter what you do he simply clings tighter.

well. it seems you have a new friend.

you do as much research as you can to give him a good home- do Abyssal creatures even need oxygen? but he seems delighted, swimming between the fronds in his tank and chirping happily up at you. you even made a separate pond for him to relax in, not to stay in, filled with lily pads and lotus flowers, and he firmly refuses to go back to the sea. why would he? it's lonely there, with no one but himself for thoughts. but here, there's a home. here, there's you.

and that's a wonderful thing to have.

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I love BG3 :D

Barbarian or Fighter Childe is the most obvious assumption, but I'd like to raise you Paladin Childe - for the Tsaritsa's will.

Anyway, while any of the aforementioned could work as well, Monk or Warlock Legacy sounds like it'd be a fun ride lol

(Imagine introducing the two to D&D hahaha)

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu

paladin actually also works super well though because good lord they can pack a PUNCH with any type of smite ever

you can't help but bring back a manual for Tabletop Troupe after your visit to Fontaine, flipping through and reading it the entire way home. it's something you just know Childe and Foul Legacy will love, able to imagine entire worlds and countless horrors and beauties in the blink of an eye. you yourself have the same aptitude, using instead the legends and stories of ancient times and creatures. Childe is almost vibrating in his seat, snuggled up against your shoulder with a rare gleam to his eyes as he listens to you go over the rules. he can fight people in real life AND fiction? it sounds too good to be true, but it is! just like you, amazing and lovely and his, despite all odds

the Eleventh Harbinger, of course, enjoys combat most of all, both able to plan out airtight strategies and run in without a second thought- you're really not sure how he hasn't died yet, honestly. Legacy just loves listening to you describe things. landscapes, people, magic, items- anything you can add a detailed description to, he eats up like breakfast. although admittedly he does adore another thing- hoarding. he keeps diligent track of every item he gets his claws on, ESPECIALLY anything shiny or sparkly, and then simply... keeps them. he doesn't sell anything, almost like a dragon with a pile of gold. he found them, they're his now! well, and yours, if you ever get a chance to play your own character alongside him. he'll always share with you!!