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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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DO U WATCH HTTYD2 cuz i have a brainrot about one of the scene where varka decide to look at toothless and check him out. theres a scene where she carresed his tongue and compliment it AND I JUST THOUGHT OF FOUL LEGACY

OH MY GOODNESS I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT I LOVED THE FIRST TWO MOVIES (can't speak for the third since i never got around to watching it ;-;;)

the first time you hold Foul Legacy's face, his tongue just instinctively comes out to coil around your hand- he doesn't even NOTICE until he happens to glance at your confused expression and yanks himself away with a strangled yelp. he's so embarrassed, hiding his burning face in his claws, the very tip of his tongue still poking out, which you teasingly tap. Childe looks so ashamed when you move his talons away, until he sees the amused smile on your face and suddenly, you stick your tongue out at him!! he chirps and bleps in surprise, and you dissolve into delighted laughter as he purrs and licks your cheek

he doesn't tell you for the longest time that his little mlems are a sign of affection, and that the first time happened without him thinking because he just loves you so much. sometimes you'll cheekily poke his tongue or allow him to lick your cheek since it's easier than kissing, and Childe absolutely melts- he was so scared you'd think he was scary or something, but you don't and he's so dang grateful for you

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #THIS CAN ALSO GO A DIFFERENT WAY WHERE YOU'RE MEETING CHILDE FOR THE FIRST TIME AND YOU ADMIRE THE TONGUE AT SOME POINT #also i know her name is actually valka but i genuinely read 'varka' and was like 'HE'S APPEARED???? WITH FOUL LEGACY NO LESS????'#my reading comprehension goes whewooweoeoeoeoo #also if anyone thinks this is anything other than fluff/cute stuff i will GLARE at you!!!! (you know exactly what i mean!!!)#short scenario #other's stuff

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Day 23 Hands

His hands were scrambling against her face, her neck, fingers clawing at soft skin. Jabbing unrelentingly towards her eyes. The pain sharp against a world where everything seemed to have gone numb, the world not quite realised as though she was separated by some great fog. Just her, him, and blood dripping from scratches. She could have leaned back, kept herself out of range of sharp nails and ruthless hands. She did not. She leaned further forward, leaning her weight on her hands, wrapped tight around his neck, still against panicked struggles.

“Hua Ling this is Eliot. He’s a good friend of mine. Say hello.” Brother’s hand was steady on top of her head, his jeans rough between her chubby fingers as she peered out from behind his legs. This new man was shorter than brother, his hair shorter and slicked back.

“Hello Miss Hua Ling,” he smiled down at her, he wasn’t as awkward as brother’s other friends - who always seemed confused by what to do with her. No one had ever called her a Miss before. She smiled back then looked up, her brother was smiling. She hoped this man stuck around if it meant brother kept smiling like that.

He finally looked off kilter, as long as she’d known him, he’d been unflappable. First an irreplaceable ally and friend by her brother’s side, then an unrepentant king to defeat. It was almost funny to see the complete surprise on his face. He’d always acted as though he foresaw everything. He was so good with his little plans; deposing his father, a rival discovered with incriminating substances, her brother’s tragic accident.

It had been so long since he’d come to see her, he never called these days either. He and brother must have had a fight over Eliot’s latest project again, brother always had a temper, she wished they’d agree already so Eliot could start visiting again. He always listened to her when she talked about her art even when her brother told her she should spend more time on school, and every time he visited he’d bring something for her, some paints, a trinket, something pretty brother would never know to buy for her. It was their little secret. She opened to door with a smile on her face. “Eliot!”

Something was wrong. He wasn’t smiling at her the way he always would, not laughing at her so obviously running to great him. He just looked serious, as though something was weighing his entire being down with a bone deep exhaustion.

“Hua Ling, I’m so sorry. It’s,” he paused, lips pressed into a thin line as though trying to hold something at bay, “It’s Li Wei. There’s been an accident.”

Yet he was surprised by her.

Surprised that she might be the one to end this, to wrap her hands around his throat and choke the life out from him. To watch him die beneath her, struggling uselessly, powerless just like he made her. That after years of dragging himself up in the world, kicking down anyone who called him friend, for just a little more power, a little more money, a little more respect. She felt a savage sort of satisfaction to know that he would die here; in some grungy back alley, that she’d dragged him down into the darkness in his final moments. The last sight he would see would be her face, the face that had looked up to him all those year by her brother’s side, consumed by violence. Devoid of mercy.

Maybe with this he’d finally remember whose sister she was.

She wasn’t meant to know this. She wished she didn’t know this. She just wanted to know what happened to her brother. Some part of her needed to know every detail, needed to know what her brother’s last moments were. She had just wanted closure. Eliot had said it wasn’t healthy, that it was better not to know. He’d handled everything for her in those first few weeks, the weeks where she barely ate because without her brother what was there for her here. He said he’d done all the investigations. No foul play.

She hadn’t wanted to worry him anymore, his project had just taken off and he was so busy, she could find the details on her own, brother had taught her that much. Closure. That’s all she wanted. The paper of the report bent between her clammy fingers, she just stared at it too afraid to read it again but unable to forget what she’d learnt. She’d finally found some sort of stability, after weeks submerged in the endless nothingness that was her life without her brother and with this paper it was gone. She was sinking again. She couldn’t breathe. Her every thought and emotion getting lodged in her throat, the guilt a noose around her throat. It was all him, he betrayed them with a smile on his face and her stupid stupid self had let him comfort her.

They all forgot that so easily. Seen her tears and her softness and her pretty pretty trinkets and forgot. Forgot why they’d all feared their family so much, forgot the rage of her brother, of her father before him, forgot what they did to those who harmed their own. Forgot who raised her. He never even suspected her, why should he? She was small and weak and stupid and nothing to her brother’s legacy. And he was right. Her brother stood above the rest of the world, not because he expected it but because the world placed him there. Those who followed him followed him simply because he was worthy of it. No one followed her. She wouldn’t want them to follow her here. It wasn’t the right place to be.

She threw herself at him, wailing as obnoxiously as she realistically could, in the way she knew he hated behind all those perfectly polite smiles. She’d learnt just how to rile him up without ever attracting his suspicion, to be the kind of useless that was more a task than it was endearing. Let him think that she’d fallen apart without her brother, to stupid to understand half of what he did. He played the caring friend well, always listening to her complaints about the business, how she couldn’t do anything, how it was going horribly wrong. He had to; people would start to realise if he dropped the mask for just a second. She didn’t have to go this far, he was long since past suspecting her, but the vindictive part of her which could never forget what he did said that if he wanted to wear that mask so much, she’d cause a scene for him to act in. Everywhere he went.

“Elliot! I did what you said but now there are more problems! You have to help me!”

Her brother would have hated this, would have hated how she got here, better to air grievances for all to hear. Justice lived in the light. He’d lived that way and he’d died that way and she’d been left with nothing but a gnawing emptiness felt like it might swallow everything she was if she did not keep feeding it with rage. The hole in her didn’t care what her brother would have wanted for her. The hole in her wanted to destroy her brother’s killer the way she’d been destroyed. To let him taste the violence which had made a home in her. To just let the emptiness out and laugh as the world felt as powerless as she did. She’d fill the hole her with this. With his death the wounds could finally heal. Her brother would finally have peace.

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