I feel like Keith and Lance are both ND but in different ways. Keith is the kind of guy who would really like physical contact and words of affirmation as love languages. He's pretty good at telling Lance how he feels about him later in the series. He'd probably appreciate the lack of ambiguity and take things at face value/put trust in I love yous.
Meanwhile Lance grew up in a big family so they might not have had as much money. Receiving gifts was a really big deal for him growing up. I can imagine Keith giving Lance a cool blue shell he found at an alien market and being all confused, thinking Lance doesn't like it when he goes still. Like he wants to take it back and is disappointed that Lance doesn't like it. But he does, he's just a bit overwhelmed by the gesture. Trying to show why he thought getting some silly shell was a good idea, Keith meekly tells him to look at this pretty part of it, turning it over in Lance's hands, pointing out an opalescent part that's all different kinds of blues. Says it reminds him of Lance's eyes.
Lance says something like "How would you know what colour my eyes are" because eye contact is not Keith's forte, but there's no bite behind it, and Keith doesn't get the joke anyway, just looks nervous. Keith just says they're pretty, as if he couldn't not have noticed. Lance puts it down on his side table gently. Keith says "You don't like it?" Lance gives him a super tender kiss. They kiss for a while holding each other, and Keith hugs him, sighing with contentment into lance's shoulder. Says "Holding you feels like home" then Lance dies on the spot
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[id: a digital, uncolored drawing of green link and blue link from four swords (adventures). blue and green are holding hands, green holding up his other and waving shyly. he smiles nervously. blue points at someone offscreen, angry.
green says, "it's fine, really—" and is interrupted by blue saying, "he said no fucking pickles!" the last three words are in all caps. end id]
do not tag as ship, they are siblings
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I come for an ask about this brainrot. *offers you a box* wherein Foul Legacy and Childe exist separately. But this time human Childe turned into Foxtaglia after he drinks one of your potions.
The reader is an alchemist, much like Albedo - actually is Albedo's competition. The reader is the best student alchemist in Sumeru, just one paper shy from graduation. The reader traveled to Liyue to study about the Adepti (specifically their transformation powers in historical text) and met Childe. The pair hit it off. On one occasion, Childe transformed to Foul Legacy and the reader witnessed this. Given the inquisitive nature of the reader's personality, questions were bound to be asked. Soon, the reader gets a breakthrough: a potion to allow the reader to transform for a brief period of time. A batch of antidote was even prepared in case things get messy.
On the day of the experiment, the reader was waiting for Childe to finish prepping for work. He had donned his signature jacket and fixed the red mask on the side of his head. Upon noticing the reader's barely concealed excitement, he sat beside the reader. The reader then explains that today was the day for the potion trial. *insert slew of intellectual and passionate explanation* Childe nods affectionately, knowing how smart his s/o was. He suddenly felt parched and reached for the glass of water on the table and gulped it all.
"Hmm? Why did you stop, love? I was listening-"
He turned to you and came face to face with your surprised face.
"Ajax! You drank the potion!"
"what potion? That was just wa-" he felt heat in ripping through his limbs. "i feel weird." He looked back at you with a stunned, worried expression.
The force of the transformation made him lose balance for a second, his arms accidentally topping over the batch of antidote you made. Just as his body was falling over - it turned into a puff of clouds - and out emerged a fox (Foxtaglia) midair. He leaped gracefully onto the chair, slowly looked over himself while going in a circle. A whining sound came out of him. Then he jumped into your arms, face burying against your neck.
Your hand came to settle on his head and you just began stroking him. A little giggle escaped you at his current state of undeniable cuteness.
"Jax, you didn't have to take the potion for me-"
Foxtaglia whined at your teasing.
"But you're too adorable right now."
You picked him up and looked at his furry face. You kissed his cheek softly.
"Still handsome whatever form you take. I wonder if you could use Foul Legacy in this state. That would make for a great research material but unfortunate I can't write about it."
A small yip came from him and his fur began puffing up as he prepared to turn Foul Legacy.
-Macchiato
*EATS THIS IN ONE BITE* Macchiato, you always give me such interesting brainrot <33 and i have just the idea for this one :))
there's another puff of clouds- much larger this time- and Foxtaglia yelps in surprise and leaps back into your arms, unchanged except for his fur poofed up in fear. you blink in confusion but pat his head nonetheless, wondering what in the world could've shaken him in so badly in those few seconds before turning your attention back to the cloud of smoke
the dust settles and reveals a very confused, very real Foul Legacy, and suddenly Foxtaglia's reactions makes perfect sense because if you weren't so desensitized to shock due to some the stuff that happens regularly at the Akademiya, you would've yelped too. but at the moment, it seems that Foul Legacy is more scared of the situation than you are, and you manage to slowly calm him down with gentle shushes and whispers. he's not used to being apart from Childe for very long, but the potion unfortunately made Childe's current body unable to bear the stress of the transformation, so now Foul Legacy's stuck outside for who knows how long
at least you're here, though, and Foul Legacy's quick to curl up beside you, scrunching his legs in to seem smaller and nudging your hand until you start petting him. your other hand continues to rub between Foxtaglia's ears, who's seemingly gotten over his initial scare and is now intensely staring Foul Legacy down. Foul Legacy lets out a whimper and hides his face behind your shoulder, and you gently flick one of Foxtaglia's ears with a small frown
"Behave yourself, he's more scared than you are"
Foxtaglia huffs, curling into a fluffy ball to pout, and you scoop him off your shoulder and set him down, intent on grabbing the antidote, ignoring the chorus of squeaks and whimpers from Foxtaglia and Foul Legacy. you turn back and beckon Foxtaglia onto your lap, tilting his fuzzy head back so he swallows the probably nasty-tasting antidote. with a third puff of clouds Childe is sitting on your lap, human again, and wraps his arms around your neck with a happy hum now that the issue is finally resolved. it was interesting, but let's never do that again, yeah? the potions tasted truly revolting. but you clear your throat and poke him awake, your other hand stretched to your side, and Childe turns to see your fingers buried in Foul Legacy's hair, the Abyssal beast melting and purring under your touch
Foul Legacy... didn't return to Childe when he turned back into a human. and neither of you are sure if he even can
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