HEY GUESS WHO HAS ANOTHER YUMMY MOTH FIC FOR YOU
(tw alcohol mention for anyone?)
you sit on your bed, arms wrapped around tucked knees, head buried in your arms. you have never been so miserable, yet you can't bring yourself to cry. though you don't normally like to cry, the pressure has been building for some time now, and you were hoping for a release.
a knock at the door startles you, and you instinctively tighten your grip until you hear a familiar voice.
"y/n? it's me."
uncontrollably, a small smile forms on your face. a small voice inside you whispers that you hope it's foul legacy. somehow, you find a moth harbinger much prettier than a redhead harbinger. shakily, you get up to open the door. just a crack, though. enough to tell him you're not interested in seeing anyone right now.
to your surprise, foul legacy is the one standing at the door. you should have known, his voice is different than childe's. it's raspier, more... moth-like. the moth, however, simply raises a bottle of wine he held in his left hand, a raised eyebrow. "you sure you want to pass on a drink with an old friend? tell me about how you've been?"
you simply sighed, opened the door wider in a silent permission, and grabbed the bottle from him, taking a big chug. you ignored the way it burned down your throat. you've heard that alcohol wipes away the pain, and that's exactly what you wanted. archons, you didn't even know why you were upset, really. of course it wasn't the streak of bad days you'd been having. why would it be? after all, you handle them perfectly, as you like to say.
without a word, foul legacy takes the wine back from you to take a sip. unlike you, however, he isn't here to drink his pain away, but merely to enjoy time with you, an old friend. he doesn't drink much, offering you the bottle again once he's done. "so, tell me how you've been?"
you sigh again. "i..."
you don't really know how to start. you return to your bed, crossed arms around tucked knees, the wine in one hand. "it's been a shit day. a shit week, really," you begin. you find, however, that once you begin, it seems almost impossible to finish. "fuck it, it's been a shit year. i've been through three jobs, two dead pets, dead family, and an apartment. i've endured the silent hatred i get simply for being a lawrence. there's a reason i came to liyue, instead of staying in mondstadt with the rest of my family. and yet, it seems that things aren't too different here. here, i'm excluded because i'm different. after all, instead of pledging loyalty to my supposed 'new Archon,' i stay loyal to barbatos, mondstadt's Archon. but can you really blame me? i was born and raised there. it is still my home nation, even if no one else wants me there..."
eventually, you trail off in a drunken stupor, having lost your train of thought. "i'm sorry. you didn't come to listen to me vent, did you? i should, stop. sorry."
"no, i get it," he replies in his calming voice. somehow, it always seems to have a soothing quality in it you haven't been able to find elsewhere. "one more drink, okay? and then i think it would be better for you to get some rest. don't worry, i'll take care of you in the morning."
you nod tiredly, wanting nothing more than that. though you would never tell him in such a vulnerable state, having him nearby was more than enough. maybe if you asked him, he'd even sleep in your bed with you. you hoped he would. after all, nothing fights nightmares quite like someone you trust with all your heart.
Izzy my comrade, i LOVE the way you write so much!!!! this is SO TASTY and you being a Lawrence is actually something i've never considered!!!
you almost expect Childe to be gone by the time you wake up, with his Harbinger duties and all, but to your surprise he's still there, the sturdy arms of his Foul Legacy form wrapped around your waist. although it's not enough to block out the incessant pounding in your temples, the soft snores coming from his Abyssal half's mouth fill you with warmth and you snuggle back down, pulling the covers up to your ears. there's a sleepy grumble as you shift and wiggle until you're nearly caged in his arms, Foul Legacy slowly awakening at your movements. he simply lets out a purr when he sees you bundled in a cocoon of blankets, pulling you to his chest and resting your head against his lilac fluff, cooing in delight when you immediately bury your face in the soft fur, trying to block out the light filtering into the room
luckily, Childe is well prepared, and reaches for a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water he had put on the table last night, when you were in a deep sleep. if your head didn't hurt so much you would've chuckled at the sight of Foul Legacy delicately holding the glass and pills, his claws dwarfing both of them. you sit up with a groan and quickly down the water and painkillers before flopping back down against Childe's fluff, fingers curling into fists as you cling to him and the comfort he gives. there's a soft croon, full of affection and longing as he strokes your hair, and your house, previously so cold and empty, seems to fill with light and love. something tells you that Childe has no intention of leaving, even after you decide to get up and start your day, and he sweeps his gauzy, glittering wings overtop of you like a starry blanket
and suddenly, your home doesn't feel like Mondstadt or Liyue or any nation in Teyvat- it's wherever Childe is or goes, even to the ends of the earth
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𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠 —
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▶ RULES: bold what always or almost always applies, italicize occasional or situational, strikethrough never applies.
𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄. 𝐕𝐚𝐡𝐧
aggressive | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold/cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | hardened | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | mistrusting | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronizing | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-righteous | self-indulgent | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful
i’m not gonna sit here and try to excuse any of Vincent’s bad traits or explain them with his tragic past, because he’s just a genuinely bad person who gradually got worse overtime. so when i say he’s a walking red flag i really mean it.
unresolved rage from the very early age, the powerlessness behind it turned him into a very angry and bitter man; he sees things for what they are – a realist – who lives in a really angry and brutal world and so he acts accordingly, assimilates, naturally picks up the characteristics of the cruel city and nasty people living in it.
not saying he’s easily manipulated or influenced, it’s just his ability to adapt, find balance, a solution to living in such harsh conditions.
and the longer he lived, the more desensitized, emotionally-stunned and cold his mind and heart became, the more irritated and impatient he was with people.
his brutal nature fully surfaced in his late 20s while in the army, where he’s been praised and encouraged, congratulated for a slaughter well-done.
years of lies, deceit, secret military operations and shady dirty work only gave him trust issues, caused him to become more guarded, mistrusting; but on the other hand forced him to vow never to lie himself, deeming liars the worst sort of humanity.
proud and controlling – traits he developed as a way to feel in control of his own feelings, of the things and people around him.
while envious of other people's happiness, achievements greater than his he never let money get to his head. he does not kill for monetary value, sees it rather as any other job just much more risky than a regular 9-5. he lives rather humbly, spending his earnings on his job – to better himself, his equipment, his work.
while he allows himself to splurge on expensive items he values the quality of the product or service over the price tag and the right to brag about it.
years of mercenary work turned him very critical and patronizing towards young mercs – kids, as he calls them – especially those who foolishly try and follow in his footsteps, too blinded by the glory and fame that comes after.
truth be told he’s scared of losing his position on the top of the food chain, fears being forgotten and thrown into the gutter, dying of old age with no memory of him imprinted anywhere. he hates the idea of all his hardships, years of gruesome work going to waste.
not that he aimed to change anything in this world, but he doesn’t want to be a Mr. Nobody, not in a city where being Somebody means dying satisfied, without regrets.
tagging (if you haven't done this yet or wanna do this for another character); @spicyraeman @a-pirate @ne0n-rust @hydrasshole @arczism
no pressure tho ✌️
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