Ajax, at the very least, knows what it’s like to be in Foul Legacy’s body. he remembers from when they were one entity, from when they were Childe, because he would always have some level of control over their Abyssal form in order to make rational decisions during battle. but Legacy has never been human- he watches from inside Childe’s mind, tucked away into a dusty corner that no one can see, and this small, squishy body is wholly unfamiliar
when you find both of them, Ajax in Foul Legacy’s body makes a beeline for you, gesturing to himself and trying to tell you what happened. that’s what tipped you off that something was wrong- Foul Legacy makes purrs and chirps while Ajax tries his hardest to form words, even if they come out growling and mushy. he relaxes a little once you’re here, sitting beside you with his legs crossed. his whole body buzzes with irritation and restlessness, craving the sensation of digging his claws into something, anything- but then you ruffle his hair and he sighs, feeling the stress leech out of his body and becoming a puddle of Ajax-moth on the ground. he might even let out a few purrs of his own- although he’ll deny that he ever did afterwards
but Foul Legacy, oh, Foul Legacy is absolutely panicked. Ajax’s body is so small, so fragile; and when he tries to trill odd words come out instead, and he slaps a hand over his mouth. his hair is more white tipped than Ajax’s and his touch is feather-light, so used to having to be careful in order to not hurt you. his eyes- a deep, sparkling blue- widen when you hold his hands, the sensation of warm skin against skin melting away his worries, and he brings your hand up and presses his cheek against your palm. there are some things he likes about this body, to be honest- he can hug you tightly now without worrying about breaking you, and he can go outside without people staring at him. you even help him learn how to speak, and of course the first thing he wants to say is your name; the second thing is “I love you”
Childe and Foul Legacy x Darling Reader giving me Chainsawman and Makima vibe, but Reader love them both so dearly even when Childe being prisoned and being labeled as a criminal in fontaine. After reader succeed release him, Foul Legacy and Reader is scolding Childe for being reckless and Foul Legacy feel sorry too that he is not able to save Childe with it power👁👄👁
never watched Chainsaw Man (heard good things tho) but this is SO CUTEEE
it’s a little funny for you to be scolding Childe while also peppering his face with kisses, your hands firmly holding his squishy cheeks. and he’s trying so hard to look serious, nodding at every word and looking you right in the eyes, but when you tell him to “never do that again” while pecking his cheeks between every word, he can’t help but smile softly and melt into your touch. Foul Legacy, too, attempts to lecture him with stern chirps and trills from inside his mind, but falls victim to your affections as well. Childe grins blissfully as you lightly squeeze his cheeks, leaning forward to kiss your nose
“Do you mind if Legacy…?” he gestures vaguely, and you smile and nod
with a small spark Foul Legacy comes forth, nuzzling against your hair with a quiet purr. he’s more subdued than usual, merely clinging to you with his arms around your waist, frustrated at himself for not being able to protect Childe- he’s an Abyssal beast, powerful and vicious, yet he can’t even defend his other half properly. you simply caress his plated cheek, a soft rumbling rising in his throat, and Legacy chitters and bumps his head under your chin like an overly affectionate cat. he leans on your legs when you sit down, snuggling closer and kneading his claws on your legs- a criminal and his accomplice in the Nation of Justice, peacefully watching the waves and the breeze
Don’t you hate it when you zone out and its suddenly an hour later and you have two pages of Foul Legacy drawings on your sketchbook.
For real though, I love Foul Legacy Childe- he’s so fun to draw and just such a creature. I’m a firm believer in his face is his actual face and not a mask in this form. Scary Abyss monster supremacy.
You’ve successfully become an overnight hyperfixation for me with all your FL brainrot all bc of one of your SAGAU posts, thank you for hauling me into the FL fan base :3
I had a sudden thought about Childe’s shift into FL being like a werewolf kinda shape change. Like he may have expended a lotta energy from sparring and when he feels the change coming he tries to hold it back but it causes him more pain along with what’s happening. His fingers/nails just slowly start to sharpen and armor is starting to jut out of his skin, and don’t even get me started on the sounds you’d hear from him as things happen- him in pain and the sounds of his body changing making my sympathy pains fire like crazy :’3
we’re absolutely concerned and horrified when we see it happen for the first time and shrink away and we might reach out to help but he swipes at us unknowingly. once he sees us tucked into a corner and realizes it’s us and he might’ve hurt us his mood shifts instantly. sad mothman feels mega guilty with little whiny growls and chirps :’3
Childe takes a while to learn that holding back his Foul Legacy transformation just makes it worse- it’s much easier to let it happen and get it over with, but he’s stubborn and terrified that you’ll be disgusted by his Abyssal half. you know something’s wrong the minute you hear an awful cracking sound and a muffled hiss of pain, armor breaking through and spreading across Childe’s skin as he grips a chair to keep himself steady. when you rush over to see what’s wrong he pushes you away, collapsing to his knees as his teeth begin to morph into fangs and horns start growing from his head. you watch, nausea rising in your throat from the breaking bone and flesh until Childe is gone and Foul Legacy is left on the floor, wheezing from exertion. you take a tentative step forward- this is still Childe, isn’t it?- but immediately jerk back when he swipes his claws at you with a low growl, unable to see you properly
you stumble backwards, eyes wide and full of hurt, and dart away to your room. Foul Legacy shakes his head, the fog in his eye clearing, and a cold pit of dread forms in his stomach when he realizes what he’s done, scrambling to his feet to follow after you
he finds you in the furthest corner of your room and you flinch when he enters, his footsteps heavily landing on the floor. oh, his heart breaks when he sees you jump- Childe’s beloved partner, and Legacy’s already gone and messed everything up! the Abyssal beast lets out his softest whine, slowly lowering himself to your height and approaching. at first he doesn’t dare touch you, but when you don’t run away he carefully brushes his claws against your arm, whimpering when you flinch again. but then your hand slowly extends towards his, your smaller fingers wrapping around his sharp talons, and Foul Legacy’s fur ruffles in joy as he starts to lovingly croon. he lets you trace the ridges and dips in his crimson mask, your posture becoming more and more at ease by the second, and tentatively he reaches up to hold your cheeks in return
to his delight, you don’t run or jump- instead you smile softly at him, the same way you do for Childe, because you love him, too
if it’s you, Foul Legacy tilts his head curiously and chirps, listening to the pspspspss sounds you make. after a few moments he bounds over to you, bumping his head against your outstretched hand with a happy trill. if you hold your hand palm side up he plonks his chin into it, craning his head back so you can scratch his neck. “pspspsps” becomes synonymous with your affection, and whenever Legacy hears your playful whispers his lilac fur ruffles in delight and anticipation. sometimes he even does his own version of pspspsps to you, low and soft and growling, his claws delicately holding your cheeks like a butterfly flitting over a flower
if it’s anyone else, however, he gives them a questioning look and backs away. there are a couple people he’ll spare a glance for- Zhongli, for example, or Baizhu- but strangers or mere acquaintances he simply glares at. very rarely does Foul Legacy allow himself to be touched by anyone other than you, and he’s stubborn enough to keep it that way. no amount of pspspsps from strange, untrustworthy people can convince him to change his mind, and he’ll quickly dart behind you and let out a quiet hiss until the person leaves, leaning his weight on you for comforting snuggles afterwards
Okay so im not sure if yk helluva bods but basically a couple in it (fizz and Asmodeus) always rub their faces with one another to show affection because fizz’s body is all robotic aside from his face(from an explosion) and i got a moth idea from this
now because FL is a war transformation, one that’s sole purpose is to fight; his body is covered all in armor. but not exactly “covered”, more like made of armor
but there is one place that isnt just pure armor, and that he can actually feel;
his face area. his hair, the fluff around his neck, and the mask. the mask is like practically connected to his face but he can feel the sides, and he can indirectly feel the mask
imagine reader learning he cant really feel rest of his body (he can feel touch n stuff but not actual warmth so its not like skin to skin contact) and then constantly holding his face, rubbing it, and kissing it after finding it out.
ooh i’ve heard of that show (it is a show right) but haven’t seen it- this sounds absolutely ADORABLE THOUGH
i imagine that before Foul Legacy met you, he didn’t even know that he could feel sensations in his face- he thought it’d be as disconnected as the rest of his armored body was. it wasn’t until you gave him his first kiss that he found out, your lips leaving a small spot of warmth on his forehead and prompting him to nudge his head against your hands, almost crying from the sensation of your soft skin. Legacy absolutely melts whenever you cup his cheeks, his crystalline eye slipping shut as he purrs- it’s a surefire way to help him calm down and spend the next few hours snuggling with his face nestled in the crook of your neck
he’ll also do his best to reciprocate the affection, delicately brushing your cheeks with his claws and pressing his forehead against yours, always using utmost care. you’re fragile, after all- or at least, more fragile than he is! he’s made to maim and kill, yet all he desires is to hold you close, cradling you in his arms. luckily you adore showering him with attention, constantly peppering kisses on his face and massaging his plated cheeks with your thumbs, watching his glittering wings flutter happily. he makes his fur extra fluffy just for you!! since you always take the time to brush out any tangles and give him good scritches, he might as well enjoy it <33
Still thinking about being childhood friends with Ajax and knowing him after he gained Foul Legacy
Like just sitting in his room, curled up under blankets and watching the snow fall as Foul Legacy chitters and chirps at you, hands gently holding ur face.
Foul Legacy getting sad cause as Ajax gets older n taller so does Legacy, but that means he can’t really fit in your lap anymore :(( Him trying to clamber into your lap like a big dog and he just ends up laying on you, like a big ol weighted blanket
*slaps post* this right here is my favorite thing ever, in the history of forever
see, you’re used to Snezhnaya’s weather; you’ve lived there all your life, it’s basically inevitable. but that doesn’t mean that you LIKE Snezhnaya’s weather- in fact, you hate it. the frigid air brings sickness no matter what time of the year, the ice makes everything slippery, and the few times it does warm up the roads are always full of slush. the only saving grace is that the snow is pretty, you just prefer watching it from inside, a sentiment which Foul Legacy shares with you. Ajax used to like dragging you outside for ice fishing on such days, but now it seems that he’s more than content to let his Abyssal half take the reins, and Legacy has firmly decided that there’s no better place to be than next to you, preferably with several blankets and some hot chocolate
when the time comes that Foul Legacy can’t fit on your lap anymore (for the record, Ajax can’t either- he can lift you up now though!!) you propose a new idea- blanket forts!! you’re very good at making them and it also means that there’ll be enough space for both of you. you build them near the window so you can watch the snowflakes flutter to the ground, Legacy’s chin on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist as he purrs. he and Ajax only feel truly at peace in your presence, although it becomes more melancholic when Ajax is shipped away to the Fatui, waking up cold in the middle of the night and missing your comforting hugs… hopefully you’ll be able to forgive him for leaving you behind, though he’s not sure that Legacy will ever forgive himself
the idea about childe’s one earring actually being a part of a set he shares with you…………. remarkably unwell. the angst. the potential. the sweet reuniting and “you still have it?” “it was all i had left of you.” gonna be thinking about this forever i think.
it’s a token you always keep with you, some way or another, hanging it from your own ear or your neck if your ears are unpierced. it’s a simple earring, really, made of a few beads and a scarlet crystal- and yet it’s one of your most prized possessions. sometimes when you’re particularly lonely you’ll perch on the windowsill and fiddle with the red jewel, staring idly out at the gently falling snow
you’re nervous when Ajax- Tartaglia- is scheduled to return. you’ve both grown so much, will he even still remember you? or will he brush you away in favor of more training, because it was always more training. you gulp nervously when you catch sight of that familiar head of ginger hair, gnawing on your tongue as you watch the Eleventh Harbinger greet his family- but then he makes a beeline for you, wrapping you in his arms with a delightful grin, holding you by the arms when you stumble back in surprise. his eyes, deep blue and with the same hint of spark that you always seem to see, soften, and his fingers brush over the crimson gem hanging from the earring
“We missed you.”
that’s all he says, a gentle smile on his face, and you simply nod as you swallow back your tears and hug him back. Tartaglia’s- no, Ajax’s- arms snack around your waist and squeeze firmly, one hand morphing discreetly into an armored claw and stroking your hair because Legacy too wants nothing more than to hold you tightly and take a nap. Ajax leans forward to press his forehead against yours, his own earring glittering with every turn, and as you smile he lets out a quiet, heartfelt purring noise
I need you to know that I had a dream about going to have a picnic with Childe but I got to the Picnic Spot and FL was just chilling there so I got to have a picnic with the Moth (and then we found Bennett just. about in Liyue because he got lost so my brain is keeping him in character I suppose) BUT anyways now I’ve got Moth Picnic on my mind and I simply wanted to share
oh this is perfect actually, ever since the Gratifying Gathering web event i’ve been obsessed with thinking about moth with flower crowns
imagine that the picnic is a little get-together that Childe organizes after being away on a mission for a while- it’s only natural that you’d spend some time apart, since he’s from Snezhnaya and you’re from Liyue, and you usually keep in touch via letters and small gifts that you send each other. it hurts to be away from him, but you and Childe have both accepted it as part of life, promising to cherish the time you do have together even more
but Foul Legacy hasn’t accepted it. why should he? you’re the love and light of his life, too, yet Childe insists on running back to Snezhnaya for some mission or another. it’s cold there!! too cold, away from the warmth of your embrace, and Foul Legacy hates it
that’s why when you do arrive at the location of the picnic, you find Legacy waiting for you instead of Childe, his crystalline eye brightening with a happy trill. he quickly pulls you onto his lap, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck as you scritch behind his horns. there’s fruit and pastries in the basket nearby, and as you munch on them you idly weave a few flowers into a crown, gesturing for Foul Legacy to lean down. you put the crown on his head, smiling when he starts to purr, and with all the care in the world he plucks a flower from the ground and tucks it behind your ear
the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over you and your beloved Abyssal monster as you lean against each other contently <33
Two words: protective FL. And not like Yandere protective I mean like if you get hurt he needs names that’s what I personally feel like would happen in both forms be it Ajax or our lovely abyss moth man (do with this what you want and btw I love your FL fics and head cannons it’s adorable like Our moth man is🥹)
oh both Ajax and Foul Legacy are SO protective, even more so when you get hurt
if it was an accident, like you tripping or bumping into something, Foul Legacy whimpers and whines and nudges you until you sit down, gently prodding the injured area and clicking anxiously when you let out a hiss of pain. he’s not letting you go anywhere today, nowhere at all! you’re staying home to recover and that’s final. he pulls you onto his lap and holds you gently, cooing softly as one hand pets your hair and the other wraps around your wrist, his claws lacing with your fingers. when Legacy falls asleep Ajax takes over, placing careful kisses on your cheeks and murmuring soft, comforting words- he knows how painful it is; pain is part of his life; and he hates to see you suffer so
but if someone intentionally hurt you? names, location, looks- Ajax and Legacy want all the info. Legacy almost breaks when he sees the pinched look of pain on your face, memories of fighting in the Abyss creeping back up in his mind like infected tendrils, but he keeps his rage sealed away to avoid scaring you. he and Ajax pamper you for the day, changing your bandages and soothing you to sleep for the night. Ajax stays for a few moments to make sure you’re not having any nightmares, then his eyes darken further until they’re almost black as Foul Legacy lets out a low hiss in his mind, fingers sharpening into wicked claws. a cruel grin spreads across Ajax’s face- he’s more than willing to let Foul Legacy take the reins, seeing how his Abyssal half would love nothing more than to sink his teeth into the horrid person who hurt you and tear them limb from limb
time to show people what happens when you dare to injure an Abyssal warrior’s beloved
I always envisioned Childe & Foul Legacy as more of a Jekyll-Hyde trope-y thing— Foul Legacy embodying baser things while Childe is the tattered remains of Ajax.
Foul Legacy purring sweetly when you snuggle with him, Childe humming a soft, satisfied note when he wraps his arms around you. The same nature and person, but executed and presented differently— As Foul Legacy, he brings you (only the BEST 😡) seashells, the flowers with the softest petals, embraces in the biggest arms to ever hug you and the cooing song of the Abyss made content. Chittering playfully, showing you the warmest sunning spots, huffing out a sleepy, content sigh while he curls up 'round you in a nest built largely of the blankets and pillows specifically purchased for this purpose.
Childe is a cheesy, syrupy-sweet romantic type, peppering you with kisses and hugs, bringing home gifts like bouquets of flowers with all your favorites and then some (and an extremely condensed rendition of Zhongli's 3 hour long ramble on Liyue's flower language after Childe had asked about it, featuring notes and several recommendations). Pressing the heart hidden on the palm of his glove into your own hand 'til it's imprinted on your skin for a few minutes (and smiling like a dork over it), fingers lacing together, staying still so you can "count his freckles" (give him smooches) and then reciprocating with a jokingly competitive ferocity.
No matter his shape, though, the big scary Eleventh Harbinger will look a little like a sad wet cat when your date is interrupted by spring rains, and then basically shrug and splash in puddles and pluck dripping leaves off of trees since you're outside and getting soaked anyways. You set an orange leaf atop his head, and he huffs this cute little you-adorable-motherfucker sigh at you and does his level best to find something that matches the color of at least one of your features to proudly display for your approval.
this is the most beautiful thing i’ve read all week
Childe prefers to hold you from behind while sleeping, his arms loosely holding your waist and his chin resting on the top of your head; Legacy curls around you, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, scrunching up his body so he can fit on the bed and be near you, even though he has a room entirely for himself. but on the occasion either one of them wakes up before you do, they both greet you with soft, sleepy kisses, Childe gently pecking your skin and Legacy nuzzling against you as he gives your cheek a little lick. they revel in the joy of seeing you wake up, yawning and stretching your arms only to fall back onto the mattress as Childe or Foul Legacy tugs you back down again. winter days are the best, when everything’s cold and icy but your bed is toasty and warm, made even better by the arms of your beloved
before he introduced you to Foul Legacy, Childe’s greatest fear was his Abyssal side accidentally hurting you. he knows the violence and thirst for battle that he feels- he knows how easily Foul Legacy can tear anyone apart with his claws, how quickly you could fall against him. but his worries were for naught, as his monstrous counterpart fell in love with you almost instantly, his hunger for blood and death falling away in favor of snuggling up to you and purring like a motor. Childe silently thanks Legacy for not hurting you the first time he wakes up again as a human, a goofy grin spreading across his face when Legacy simply chitters and chirps in response; soft, gentle noises that he had never made before, and Childe knows it’s because of your presence
I saw the tags on that post and now wanna see FL reacting to us wearing Tartar’s coat. It’s only our head poking out and we’d be swallowed up in it if we tucked our head in. They look like tripping hazards too not gonna lie-
AND we could flutter the coat + shake the fluff on the collar and make it look like we’re mimicking his wings and neck floof! He’d be SO happy if he saw us trying to copy him! We are honorary moth to him :’3
alright alright consider: you wearing Childe’s Harbinger coat, and then Foul Legacy wrapping his wings around us- you’re going to be SO toasty and warm!! because he’s taller than you even in human form you look very much like a puffball when you’re wearing his coat, your head poking out amongst the soft fur collar, a cheeky grin on your face. Foul Legacy practically warbles when he sees you all bundled up, excitedly poking the coat here and there and snuggling his face against your cheek- you’re like him now, all fluffy and cozy!!! he pulls you closer, claws sinking into the fabric of the coat, and wraps both his arms and wings around you, essentially caging you in a comfy moth embrace with a happy, rumbling purr
the most adorable thing ever is seeing you and Legacy stand next to each other, one wrapped in a pair of glittery wings and the other in a thick winter coat. sometimes you look up at Foul Legacy and shake the sides of the cloak to mimic how his wings flitter and twitch, drawing a delighted chirp from your beloved Abyssal moth as he flutters his sparkling wings in return. when he’s bored he also bats at the dangling ornaments hanging from the coat, fascinated by how the light reflects off the metal and gems; or he snuggles into the collar, burying his face in the soft fluff the same way you nuzzle into his after a long day
you’re debating if you should ask Childe for two more copies of his Harbinger cloak, one smaller and one larger
Childe can’t figure out why Foul Legacy is acting like this, restlessly chittering and trilling in the back of his head, scratching at his thoughts- and yet he doesn’t want blood or battle, whining in distress whenever Childe picks up his bow. it’s become such a nuisance, not having his greatest weapon by his side as well as this persistent nagging in his brain, like he’s forgetting something important yet can’t remember what. for hours he combs through his thoughts, trying to find something that might hint at what he’s lost, but nothing arises no matter how hard he tries. Foul Legacy continues to scratch at the edge of his memories, and Childe lets out a frustrated sigh
he’s walking back to the Northland Bank one day, tired from another fruitless training session, when someone suddenly rushes past him. you hastily apologize, eyes widening when you catch a glimpse of his coppery hair, and you dart away, fighting back the tears you’ve been keeping in since the day he couldn’t remember you. Childe merely blinks in confusion, a memory slipping from his grasp as you disappear from view- but Foul Legacy shrieks, tearing and clawing at Childe’s mind until the Harbinger visibly flinches and has to retreat to an alleyway, clutching his head in pain. his expression contorts in anger as he tries to order Foul Legacy to be quite to no avail, finally losing his temper when the Abyssal beast howls
“Shut UP!”
like a snapshot, Foul Legacy quiets, letting out soft sobs and whimpers as Childe shakes his head in annoyance and begins his path to Northland Bank again. Legacy wails mournfully, wanting nothing more than to reach out and find you again, be reunited with the love and kindness only he seems to remember
Ok so do what you want with this but I can’t help but imagine someone trying to take you away from FL (like kidnapping) but you successfully got them off yourself even better though they left a fairly large wound on your stomach and FL SEES IT. I can imagine all hell breaking lose
but he does so in secret- first he has to make sure that you’re okay, that you’re alive and breathing. Legacy knows how fragile humans are, he’s seen how bloody and beaten Childe becomes after certain fights, and to see you with a frightfully large gash across your torso makes his Abyssal blood run cold. so he frantically chitters as Baizhu carefully patches the wound, worrying at the edge of the covers of your bed with his claws. whisper-soft whines slip from his fanged maw as he watches, crystalline eye wide and worried, wanting to do nothing more than to curl up on your lap- but alas, he can’t, and Baizhu even tells him so as he leaves the room to fetch more herbs. so instead he reaches forward and holds you, loosely wrapping his arms around your waist with a gentle croon
and despite your injuries, you smile at how sweet he is
Foul Legacy waits until you’ve fallen asleep and the moon has risen, purring quietly until your breathing becomes deep and even. then he turns and steals away into the night, leaving you with a press of his mouth to your cheek- his version of a kiss. Childe is more than willing to let Legacy take the reins, baring his teeth into a sharp grin at the thought of punishing those who hurt you so, the desire to maim and kill and tear apart making his Abyssal half’s talons twitch with excitement as he lets out a low, bone chilling growl
there’s news of dead bodies being found the next morning, and you wake up to a gentle headbump, Legacy looking quite smug and pleased with himself
