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Childe brings you things from his travels.

little bits and bobs, tiny souvenirs. he doesn't have a lot of time to wander, mostly being there on Fatui business, but he always always reserves an hour or two so he can find something sweet for you. it can be snacks, or little charms, or just something random he thought you might like so, so much- anything goes. he has the money. as long as it's small, that is, by your own request. you say you feel bad that he spoils you so and you can't give him as much in return. Childe can't say he understands- he has extra money, what better use than to spend it on the one he adores the most? but he laughs and holds up his hands when you fix him with that exasperated stare, meeting it with a cheeky, playful grin he knows you love.

from Mondstadt, he brings different types of flowers, dried and preserved to retain their beauty for you to gaze upon in awe.

Inazuma brings a chunk of amethyst and static electricity all tangled in his hair, making it fluffier and clingier than usual as you pet it.

he fetches spices and fragrant candies from Sumeru, delighting in trying each one with you and wondering how he can incorporate them into his own cooking.

Foul Legacy returns from Fontaine, battered and exhausted even after resting at the Fatui's Headquarters. he's missed you, so much, and all he wants is to curl up in your arms and fall asleep. all he has for you is stardust and bandages, but you simply hold him closer, Legacy's whimpers fading into a deep sigh of relief, finally safe, finally home.

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While we're doing sea creature stuff, could I get a eel legacy who likes to wrap reader up in his tail? Like just squishes them lovingly.

oghh,,, eel because he's got Electro and electric eel and and you get what i'm saying right

Foul Legacy hangs vaguely around shore just for the chance of seeing you, weaving through the kelp and flicking his tail lazily. he knows it's not the safest, especially not when the tide is low and the beach is filled with others, humans that aren't you. but you're kind and considerate and wonderful, only showing up on cloudy days, the shore half swallowed by the tide. those are the days Legacy loves the most, perking up and trilling joyfully as he swims over and promptly tackles you with enough force to send you tumbling down into the water. he rumbles and purrs, faint jolts of electricity making your hair stand on end but nothing more, tail twining firmly around your legs with no intent on letting go

it's how his species shows affection, see- squishing their beloved with arms and tail, nuzzling his head against yours. he'd love to take you for a swim- but he understands if it's too cold! you're more susceptible to icy waters than he is, even if he pretends to be freezing cold to have an excuse for cuddling into your arms and coat for hours on end. Legacy's tail flops idly back and forth, squeezing whenever he feels you shift. one day he'll go on a swim with you. a quick dive to show you the lovely things beneath the waves, shells and pearls and tiny jellyfish that glow in the dark, putting coral and flowers in your hair, just as you deserve. a proper courting, only the best for his odd, beautiful human love

one day. one day

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hoo…ray ? (ᵕ—ᴗ—) beep boop beep boop . . 🍓bunny here , reporting . . .

so . . . (っ- ‸ - ς) might have taken a few months off of tumblr - AO3 got to me . also I just can’t be bothered to hide my profile >^< but yours truly is back ! (acting like I was so active) but , wifi your writing pulled me towards tumblr again ! ( FL does NOT get enough attention in any other platform , darn it ! )

but I have returned to my origins , big moth boi . ( NATLAN & 5.4 / 6.0 + SPOILERS !! 🥸 )

Natlan has been a SORE disappointment for me , the plot ; representation , characters . . . WHAT THEY DID TO CAPITANO ! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) it’s an oof all around . but - one thing that has me thanking hoyo for is the added Harbingers lore . Capitano and Columbina ARE FINALLY BEING TALKED ABOUT ! (≧ヮ≦) 💕 you’ve got NO idea how excited I am for Columbina , seeing that she will be the one sent to get the Gnosis in 6.0 and we will FINALLY get to see Nod Krai , small strong seele girl . but that also gave me a thought - 👀 celestial / angel being!reader x dragon!FL . . . just think about it for a second . dragon (or not) FL , this big strong ( dragon ) wandering until they spot a glowing - heavenly looking being and are threatened but also obsessed ? :3 this is just brain rotted stuff . . . but I crave more stuff with FL after being gone for so long ! (◞‸ ◟) teeth rotting typa fluff is what I need and CRAVE right now . oh and also getting trapped within big moth boy’s wings as he snuggles me . that too . (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

~ hehe ><

(fair warning my reply is half rambling half moth thoughts because it is fun)

eheheheh got AO3 grab'd did you >:] you can never escape big fluffy moth guy or else he gets sad!! he is very glad you are back and is giving you a BIIIIIIG hug right now!! also he would like scritches right behind the horns please teehee

Natlan has been aaaaaaah... well. it certainly Is There. i like the environment and music a lot, story is okay for me, not nearly as good as Fontaine then again Fontaine had one of my favorite characters of all time AHEM. most of the playable characters didn't really grip me either, but as a silver lining i really loved Xilonen and Iansan, i'm going to get the former on her rerun. i was saving for Capitano BUT NOOOOOOO WE COULDN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!!!! I MEAN WHAT HE DID WAS COOL (also Ronova's design is genuinely sick we need more horrors in this game) BUT I WAS LOOKING SO FORWARD TO KICKING ASS AS THE CAPTAIN!!! i'm just waiting for Nod Krai at this point i want to see all the other Harbingers and hopefully Foul Legacy again NOW

okay brainrot time teehee

Foul Legacy isn't nearly as ancient as the Sovereigns, dead or alive, but he's still been around longer than most beings in Teyvat. he's seen countless nations rise and fall, has witnessed the beginning of mankind and the end of his superiors, grateful that he has managed to survive as dragons dwindled. it's lonely, yes, but it's better than being burned into oblivion like that kingdom of sinners. his tail sways and curls as he hunts down the perfect tree or patch of grass to sleep in- one that's not too open, but not too confined. it's late, and no one is out, and it's the only time he can walk freely even in the wilderness, trotting around almost cheerfully in search of a quick snooze

a faint gleam in the distance catches his eye, grumbling curiously and tilting his head. it's not a firefly- those are duller, blinking on and off as they flit around. this is constant and bright, a gentle light radiating from one spot. Legacy hunches down in the grass, slowly creeping closer and closer towards the bundle collapsed on the ground, wrapped in feathers and soft light, and he chitters in surprise

something angelic and lovely greets him, asleep with your wings tucked firmly around your body. Foul Legacy stares and leaps in alarm when you sit up with a yawn, his fur puffing up and tail lashing behind him. Celestial beings are evil and cruel- he's seen them slay his kind, burn entire nations, make gods fight to the death. but you don't attack him. you just sit there with an awestruck expression, slowly holding out a hand halfway. he trills, flapping his wings a few times, and your feathers ruffle gingerly in response as Legacy approaches in small steps, craning his neck to sniff your fingers and circling in examination of your wings, the feathers on your cheeks, the halo resting around your head. after a moment the dragon huffs, curling up a few feet away and simply staring at you intently

you glow a bit brighter, and his eye glitters anew with growing interest and admiration

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you and Foul Legacy watching the sun set on a warm, clear day, the sky turning from blue to pink and orange to deep twilight. Legacy is curled around you, his head leaning against his shoulder and glittering eye darting to each star that begins to twinkle above. you smile, watching him from your peripheral vision. he's made of stars- yet he so adores the ones in the sky, chittering and crooning in delight. his purrs only increase when you reach over, scritching fondly behind his horns. Legacy's tongue lolls out, happily giving your fingers tiny licks and gentle nips with a grumbly, rumbling laugh that turns into a yelp when you gnaw back on his claws.

a firefly drifts by, bobbing and twirling in the wind before landing on Legacy's face. he blinks, noises dying into a breath as he tries to focus and stare at it. the tiny bug crawls around curiously, wings fluttering as it glows against the chitin of Legacy's mask and explores, making its way down to his talons and perching there. Legacy squeaks quietly, flitting his own wings in return and lifting it to eye level and looking back at you with a wide, fanged grin, for he's holding a little blinking star in his hands and it's not breaking.

after a moment his free arm wraps around your shoulders, hugging you close, and suddenly he's holding onto the world, too.

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you and Foul Legacy watching the sun set on a warm, clear day, the sky turning from blue to pink and orange to deep twilight. Legacy is curled around you, his head leaning against his shoulder and glittering eye darting to each star that begins to twinkle above. you smile, watching him from your peripheral vision. he's made of stars- yet he so adores the ones in the sky, chittering and crooning in delight. his purrs only increase when you reach over, scritching fondly behind his horns. Legacy's tongue lolls out, happily giving your fingers tiny licks and gentle nips with a grumbly, rumbling laugh that turns into a yelp when you gnaw back on his claws.

a firefly drifts by, bobbing and twirling in the wind before landing on Legacy's face. he blinks, noises dying into a breath as he tries to focus and stare at it. the tiny bug crawls around curiously, wings fluttering as it glows against the chitin of Legacy's mask and explores, making its way down to his talons and perching there. Legacy squeaks quietly, flitting his own wings in return and lifting it to eye level and looking back at you with a wide, fanged grin, for he's holding a little blinking star in his hands and it's not breaking.

after a moment his free arm wraps around your shoulders, hugging you close, and suddenly he's holding onto the world, too.

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Valentines day with childe and the sweet moth boi

I feel like legacy would spend the whole day cuddling while childe spoils then rotten with anything money can buy

oh these two would be RELENTLESSLY affectionate for the holiday no questions asked

not that they don't adore and pamper you every other day of the year, but this day is one that Foul Legacy KNOWS he can convince you to stay home just to cuddle with him. he's awake and fully prepared to snuggle on top of you before you even register that the sun has risen, purring ramping up the instant you open your eyes as he trills and chirps and nuzzles his head against your cheek. Childe is out and about, forced to complete his Harbinger duties for the day before coming home, but he leaves a meltingly sweet letter and a cup of hot cocoa with cream on the table for you, promising to be back as soon as possible. Legacy simply yawns, insisting on carrying you around wherever you go, playfully nibbling on your fingers as you run your hands through his thick, coppery hair. you tap the center of his mask, beneath his glittering eye, and he chitters happily

true to his word, Childe returns a couple of hours earlier than usual, arms full of flowers. they're all the types you would go out and pick together, from qingxin and silkflowers to glaze lilies and violetgrass. you always beamed whenever the local flowers bloomed, and Childe takes great joy in arranging some in a vase before tucking your favorite behind your ear, a favor you instantly return with a glaze lily a shade or two darker than the rest. he laughs, the blue rich against his hair, and sweeps you into his arms with a theatrical twirl, Foul Legacy circling you both and cooing. he's got a few more gifts for you- some pastries you both love, a tiny glass whale to compliment the plush narwhal you got for him as well- but right now he just flops over onto the bed, hugging you on top of him. Legacy curls around both of you, resting his head on your stomach and purring loud enough to wake the dead, completely and utterly content

and surrounded by fluffy hair and lilac fur and armor and freckles, you smile, brightly

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Childe with residual pain, the strain of Foul Legacy seeping through.

his hands are always cold, joints aching from gripping weapons so tightly and fighting for his life. you hold them gently within your own at night, kissing each blackened fingertip and knuckle, stained twilight with white speckles. gently, you bend and flex them, making sure he has a full range of motion without pain. Childe hums quietly in relief, lacing his fingers with yours and kissing the back of your hand in thanks, careful not to pierce you with the tiny claws his nails have become.

you're the only one who knows- or, notices- the other strands of white peppering his hair every here and there. Childe pulls on them, both idly and in grief, his face burying into your shoulder as he cries. it looks like snow and the sun at dusk to you, hands running soothingly up his aching back, pressing against his spine. he laughs, slightly choked, when you tell him so, muttering something about only you being able to see beauty in something monstrous.

when he slumps into bed with bruises and cuts on his body, when he feels more Abyssal than human with little horns in his hair and patches of carapace on his skin, you simply drape an arm over his waist, tucking the blankets around him as if it's the most natural thing in existence. Childe stiffens, then melts with a sigh, curling his body slowly around yours and pressing kisses all over your face. he drops into sleep so easily in your embrace, warm and finally safe from waking and dreaming nightmares.

chances are, you'll wake to a slumbering Abyssal monster, and you'll get to shower him in affection all over again.

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Childe with residual pain, the strain of Foul Legacy seeping through.

his hands are always cold, joints aching from gripping weapons so tightly and fighting for his life. you hold them gently within your own at night, kissing each blackened fingertip and knuckle, stained twilight with white speckles. gently, you bend and flex them, making sure he has a full range of motion without pain. Childe hums quietly in relief, lacing his fingers with yours and kissing the back of your hand in thanks, careful not to pierce you with the tiny claws his nails have become.

you're the only one who knows- or, notices- the other strands of white peppering his hair every here and there. Childe pulls on them, both idly and in grief, his face burying into your shoulder as he cries. it looks like snow and the sun at dusk to you, hands running soothingly up his aching back, pressing against his spine. he laughs, slightly choked, when you tell him so, muttering something about only you being able to see beauty in something monstrous.

when he slumps into bed with bruises and cuts on his body, when he feels more Abyssal than human with little horns in his hair and patches of carapace on his skin, you simply drape an arm over his waist, tucking the blankets around him as if it's the most natural thing in existence. Childe stiffens, then melts with a sigh, curling his body slowly around yours and pressing kisses all over your face. he drops into sleep so easily in your embrace, warm and finally safe from waking and dreaming nightmares.

chances are, you'll wake to a slumbering Abyssal monster, and you'll get to shower him in affection all over again.

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Orca Legacy and Dolphin Us?

Though orcas and dolphins typically are in predator-prey situations, there are recorded times of the two species engaging in curiosity/play. Both very social species too.

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu Every once in a while I consider changing my anon handle, then reconsider and decide that I can't be bothered to lol

i am SUCH a happy little camper with all the ocean/sea monster themed stuff lately, send me more :]

to the surprise of the researchers secretly watching, you and Foul Legacy are the best of friends, to the point where you actively seek each other out and snuggle together. he usually drapes his tail over yours so you don't get swept away by any currents, tucking you close to his side and crooning gently. he's mottled with patches of inky star shades, scars running between his armored carapace- you met from one of those scars, finding Legacy tangled in the painful grasp of barbed wire that drifted deep beneath the sea, and you couldn't just leave him there. he growled and snarled when you approached, but fell instantly silent the moment you began carefully picking at the wire, watching your every move. you gently remove each and every piece, tucking them into a nook of rocks so they can't float away, and Legacy shakes out his fins, nursing the gashes left behind. he swims closer curiously, delicately nudging at your tail and circling before trilling in delight, almost as if he was declaring you a friend

you've never been apart since then, and never want to be. Legacy has always been lonely and solitary, starved for attention and love. he twines his tail around yours, nuzzling and bumping against your side as you swim. you might as well be a tiny little pod together, just the two of you, there to tend to each other's wounds and cuddle during the night. he protects you fiercely, warding off other predators with a single growl that easily fades into a pleased warble when you praise him, tail flicking and stirring bubbles in the water. at night you watch the stars and distant ships together, wondering what they're named. maybe you'll give them names. that's where your own comes from, after all. Legacy gently nips your fingers, teeth barely grazing your skin before bonking his head lightly against yours, and the open sea fills with the sound of your laughter and his rumbling growls

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hhghgnfnhng anguish i have horrid fiendish TASKS to do instead of thinking about Foul Legacy all the time. inflicts thoughts of Legacy being immortal and decorating your crumbling grave with flowers, day after day, year after year, even long after it fully disappears into the landscape.

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ogh. going to be busy these next few days. i'll try to post but here's just hoping i survive honestly so if i disappear that's why

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What about a shark based foul legacy with a land dwelling lover

Ah, forbidden love~

-*^* anon

*grips your shoulders* thank you please send me more sea creature asks i love them so so dearly

Legacy doesn't come to shore often- ever. it's dangerous. there's litter and rotting nets scattered everywhere, and people. they're the worst of all, always looking to capture sea life. it wouldn't be so bad if they had to eat them- Foul Legacy understands, he has to eat, too- but they put them in cages and tanks to show off, especially anomalies like himself. so mostly he stays away, only occasionally investigating the rocky outcrops jutting away from the shore, dotted with barnacles and tiny scuttling crabs. he likes the crabs. they make for the perfect midday snack. but only when it's raining or cloudy- less humans milling about the area, so peculiar about what water they do and don't let onto their skin. the rain is like a soft, cool embrace to him, tilting his head back and allowing it to drizzle against the edges and valleys of his face

yet there's someone here today, sitting on the edge of the rocks. you cast a fishing line into the sea, legs crossed, adorned in a warm, sturdy jacket and boots. once in a while there's a tug on your line, reeling it back in and proclaiming whatever critter got stuck to the end as too small or just right. the little ones are gently tossed back into the sea. the others, set in a bucket of saltwater. you're quiet, and calm, raindrops beading on your hood

Foul Legacy is intrigued. his tail flicks, gradually pushing him closer until he's almost staring up at you. the rain and crashing waves allow him to get as close as he wants without you noticing, fins twitching and flaring curiously as he carefully reaches up, a fish grasped delicately in his talons. he sets it beside you, retreating just as quickly as he arrived when you turn to look

you blink. he blinks back at you, and his tail begins swishing underwater as you raise a hand to wave at him

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Jellyfish sea creature reader? Yes please, keep cooking!

— 🕯️ Anon

oh moon and stars thank you, you will regret letting me rant

you live in the lonely open sea, drifting along the currents and the sea floor, occasionally swimming down to watch the coral. softly glowing, squishy and colorful, the delicate tendrils float around you like a veil, beautiful but deadly to anyone who dares try and harm you. sometimes you'll ascend to the surface, poking your head above the waves and staring up at the stars. what would it be like to touch one? hot? cold? they look like pearls and jewels you sometimes find, but so much brighter, friendlier- figures that the birds get to have all the fun. you'll find dots of bioluminescence at times, but can't really evaluate your own glow just by looking. a frown tugs at your lips as you slip back under, following wherever the water takes you

the sea dips and darkens, the moon and stars above slowly fading away as you idly swim deeper, everything turning black. but there's a flash of color in your peripheral vision, a scattering of gleaming, twinkling dots that shifts and twirls, vanishes and reappears over and over again. you blink, pushing a bit closer through the water, towards the dancing lights hesitantly- there are many who would use such lures to snag and consume new prey

indeed, you're met with the sight of a beast, enormous and several feet longer than you. but he merely tilts his head when you gasp and swim back, letting out disjointed trills and haunting whale calls

Foul Legacy's never seen something as lovely as you. he's lived in the dark his whole life, the only joy being the random patterns of stars over his gauzy fins, gleaming faintly blue. but you positively shine all over, bloopy and vibrant as Legacy swims curious circles around you. he chitters in delight, gently grasping your hands in his claws and turning them over, examining this way and that. he's monstrous- yet he's so careful with you, treating you more delicately than anything else in the ocean. eagerly he shows you a few stones he always carries around, smooth and glimmering and opalescent, placing one in your hand

a smile spreads across your features, and Legacy's crystalline eye glitters, overjoyed

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okay but you as a jellyfish sea creature and Foul Legacy as an Abyssal sea monster am i right.

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putting on lip balm or stick or gloss and marching right over to Childe and promptly smooching all over his pretty face. he squawks in surprise and attempts to push you away very halfheartedly before completely giving up and melting into your touch with a goofy grin. you leave kisses over each of his freckles, Childe laughing a bit with each touch- he's a bit ticklish and soft, see, and you always bring out the tender side of him.

Foul Legacy wants attention, too, allowing Childe just a few minutes before he gets too impatient and plucks control of their shared body, shifting and nuzzling against your face with an eager trill. you laugh, indulgently peppering his crimson mask with kisses as well, marks from your lips that leave him purring and leaning against your palms. he displays those marks proudly for the rest of the day, licking your own cheeks and rumbling in contentment, like he's asking you to please, please do that again sometime, so everyone can see you're his and he's yours.

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It's me, I'm back, hope you and all fellow mothlings are enjoying December!

Love and Deepspace consumes my TikTok feed lately, and while I don't play it I've been reading stuff and had this idea –that probably someone else has requested already–

What if Reader, like Love and Deepspace MC, it's bound to reincarnate? I'll elaborate on this...I've read (again, I don't play it) that MC reincarnates across lifetimes but doesn't retain any memories from the past, only has foggy memories that come to her in dreams. I won't elaborate much on this one ask because I would love to do so in other future ones for this AU but basically that sums it up.

So the situation is...Reader met Foul Legacy in the past, maybe as a fellow denizen from the Abyss. Their relationship? Probably close, but I'll leave how much in your hands. However, a curse or whatever causes Reader to die and be reborn again and again. This cycle has been going on for a long time, leading to this latest reincarnation who's just a simple human with a vision, if you may.

Reader has always had dreams that feature some sort of abyssal monster that they actually don't feel afraid of, quite the opposite, yet they can't really see clearly who this creature is, maybe just specific traits. They have ignored these weird visions for a long time, of course something it's strange about it because it's not that common to dream of the same thing over and over again but they have been brushing it off ever since they were young...until the met Childe and subsequently Foul Legacy. Bonus points if Reader it's extremely oblivious and keeps ignoring the dreams but connects it to anything but reincarnation, thinking maybe it's clairvoyance or any other magical shenanigan going on.

—🕯️ Anon

*quietly* every time i hear things about Love and Deepspace it gets more and more confusing and i'm terrified ALSO SORRY ANON THIS IS REALLY LATE AAAAAA

Childe- or rather, Foul Legacy- knows it's you the minute your eyes meet, just a quick glance when you're dashing past on the streets of Liyue. really, you were just trying to watch the annual fireworks show for Lantern Rite, only to run right-smack into the Eleventh Harbinger. he steadies you easily, patting your arm and holding back a grimace- not from you. no, from Foul Legacy practically howling in his head, scratching at the edges and shrieking, trying desperately to reach you, to pull you close and wrap you in his arms because he's finally found you again, after so long. you- his beloved, the only one to stand against the horrors of the Abyss with him, you're here, you're here-

you're gone, shouting your thanks to Childe as he releases your arm, watching you run off into the crowd. Foul Legacy almost takes over their shared body in dismay, Childe's will just barely holding him back. not in public. never in public. he wrenches control back and makes a hasty retreat to the Northland Bank, locking the door to his room and sliding to the floor, his head in his hands. memories sear their way into his skull, Foul Legacy's, no doubt. he's seen you before, met you before, years and years and years ago when the world was younger and covered in stars. his Abyssal half weeps, curling up and crying into his claws, and Childe instinctively winces, a bit guilty

he has to find you again. for Legacy's sake, if nothing else

you meet the Harbinger again seemingly by chance- an ordinary day this time, with people milling around the streets. he waves cheerfully at you, apologizing for bumping into you that other night. strange, it was most certainly your fault, but he smiles a bit sheepishly and asks if he could perhaps talk- in private, preferably. you blink, tilting your head, but nod in agreement. surely, nothing could go wrong. and if anything did, you knew how to scream loud enough to deafen anyone's eardrums. Childe ushers you politely towards Northland Bank, nodding towards the guard at the door and leading you somewhere quiet. he turns, almost nervously, and tells you not to panic

your questioning words are cut off by a flash of violet lightning, leaving behind a towering, beautiful monster wrapped in armor and cold starlight, and your eyes go wide

your dreams have come true

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cat-sized Foul Legacy shenanigans where he cheeps and trills and weaves between your legs whenever you return from work, pawing at your shin. when you take just a moment too long to hang up your coat, Legacy huffs and promptly scales your leg himself, tiny claws digging pinpricks into the fabric of your pants. you yelp in surprise, but he just clambers onto your shoulder and nuzzles happily against your face, giving your cheek a small lick. it only takes a few seconds for him to completely drape over your shoulders, taking up as much room as possible.

you have to keep him balanced while you fill out some paperwork, occasionally feeling Legacy sloooowly beginning to slip, tilting your body the other way. he, of course, does absolutely nothing to help, rumbling very smugly from his perch. with a sigh you raise a hand to scritch behind his horns, his little claws reaching out to grab your hand and pull it closer, gently nibbling on each finger. when he does inevitably flop over it's very purposefully into your lap, stretching against your stomach and purring lazily with unabashed adoration because no matter how annoying he is, he's YOUR annoying ball of Abyssal fluff.