going back to AU where Childe and Foul Legacy split into two different beings, and both being there on a day where you

going back to AU where Childe and Foul Legacy split into two different beings, and both being there on a day where you crumble.

everything’s been stacking up, just everything. nothing you do goes right, and even the little things seem to go wrong in your hands. you’ve tried so hard to keep a smile on your face, both for Childe, stressed and on edge about the separate physical existence of his Foul Legacy form, and Foul Legacy himself, so sweet and gentle yet so frightened by everything. Childe still doesn’t trust Foul Legacy- understandable, seeing how he used to use that form for battle- but it still breaks your heart when you see the glares he sends Foul Legacy with the subsequent whimpers that come after.

yes, you try so hard to keep your chin up, comforting and supporting both sides of your beloved, Childe and Foul Legacy. but today is too much. nothing was right, everything was wrong, and by the time you get home you’re tired and just want to curl up into a ball. Childe comes home for dinner, Foul Legacy lounging in the corner, and you’re holding yourself together surprisingly well until your hand moves a centimeter off and sends a glass tumbling to the ground.

it shatters, shards of glass twinkling on the ground, and your already fragile state shatters with it. you fall to the ground, hiding your face in your knees as you dig your nails into your arm for some semblance of grounding. in an attempt to not cry you bite your lip, gnawing at the skin until it stings, but still tears begin to drip from your eyes as your frame shivers.

Childe leaps to his feet with a yell, pushing his chair back when he sees you suddenly drop. hurriedly the scrambles to comfort you, to hold you, to reassure you that everything will be alright even though he’s so confused, because you’ve always had a smile whenever he saw you-

but Foul Legacy gets there first. he’s next to you in an instant, crooning and whining in concern. flicking the broken glass away from you, Childe’s Abyssal half takes you in his arms and wraps his star-dotted wings around your trembling body. with a gentle push of his hand you’re leaning into his lilac fluff, full sobs wrenching themselves from your chest as you cling to Foul Legacy desperately.

Childe watched, astonished, but a soft smile creeps its way onto his face and he makes his way over to Foul Legacy’s side. the monster coos when he sees Childe, allowing him to gently detach your hands from your arms and turn your head towards him. you’ve bitten your lip so hard that it’s bleeding, and Childe frowns as Foul Legacy whimpers.

wrong, wrong, wrong. everything you do is wrong.

someone plants a careful kiss on your forehead, then someone much bigger nudges your cheek gently. there are two pairs of arms around you now, one with claws and one without, but both holding and hugging you like you’re precious, like you’re worth something. Childe murmurs quietly, sweet reassurances, and Foul Legacy purrs and hums as he nuzzles his forehead into the back of your neck. and slowly, slowly, your sobs quiet to small hiccups and sniffs, and you bury your head deeper into Foul Legacy’s fluff as Childe pets your hair. together they watch you drift off into sleep, exhausted and empty but curled in Foul Legacy’s grasp, and Childe smiles quietly.

perhaps he can tolerate Foul Legacy’s existence for a bit longer.