#is feral and battlehungry everywhere else but is so SO soft with you

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

childhood friends au…. ough..

childe who fell into the abyss with only your memory and a small token from you as company.. childe who’s defensive, afraid of foul legacy at first even as he knows he’s his only way out, who thinks he’s no better than the rest of the abyss and protects your memory with teeth and claw.

foul legacy who just wants to leave, who offers his help to a mortal man so they both can escape, even if he’s semi-permanently delegated to the back of his mind… legacy who can feel the fondness with which he looks at the token, memories just on the other side of the barrier separating their minds.

and he whines, pushing at it, wanting to know what this soft emotion is, why childe’s chest feels so warm and why he wants it too, only for childe to close his hand around it and tuck it away, determined to keep the two halves of his life separate.

he can’t. as he’s walking through morepesok he feels abyss run through his veins, he knows that no matter how hard he tries that he can’t keep legacy from you… and as he stops outside your door, a hand raised, he wonders if it’s worth bringing the abyss to a place full of light.

the door opens before he can decide and you startle, blinking up at the man you hadn’t heard from in months—he didn’t dare allow legacy to see the one he held closest to his heart—and he slowly lowers his hand, nervous for both the one in his heart and the one in his mind.

you pull him into a hug at the same time his legacy trills, a soft sound so unlike anything he’s heard before that it takes him off guard. still, he holds you close, barely having the sense to kick the door shut.

everything suddenly makes sense to legacy, as he experiences your love second hand. there’s a veil of ice between him and you, one he knows he can’t break so he settles for leaning into it, focusing not on the coos slipping from his mask but of the bright warmth. he wishes childe never had kept you to himself, even as he understands why, as he knows that something as stained as him has no place near something as beautiful as you.

abyssal stars meet the brightest sun, with ajax caught in the middle.

oh this is a FULL MEAL RIGHT HERE!!!! thank you anon this is absolutely lovely!!

Childe can feel Foul Legacy in his mind, purring and curling around any bit of affection he can grasp like a cat- normally his Abyssal half silently surveys the world above through his eyes, occasionally dozing off or growling when sensing danger- but whenever you happen to be nearby, Foul Legacy's wide awake, watching your every move. but somehow, Childe can tell it's not malicious- in fact, it's just the opposite, with the way Foul Legacy's claws twitch and rumbles, wanting nothing more than to wrap you in a warm hug and snuggle you close, basking in the light you bring

and Childe would prefer that you and Foul Legacy never meet, and keeps you as far away from his Abyssal side as possible until the day he runs into a particularly bad camp of hilichurls- of course he's able to take care of them, but is left in his Foul Legacy form, bleeding and exhausted. Foul Legacy's consciousness is in control, Childe's head vague and hazy, and he clicks and yelps in pain despite his attempts to bite his tongue

he needs help- they need help- and your house is so much closer...

when you open your door to a enormous horned monster, you nearly scream and slam it shut, but force yourself to remain still when it whimpers, claws pressing to multiple wounds on its body and sound tugging at your heartstrings. it collapses on the floor once you let it inside, single crystalline eye never looking away as you rush to get medical supplies, and when you're about to start the creature simply takes your hands and wraps its talons around them, staring at you and letting out a low, rumbling purr

it looks happy, delighted, even as it bleeds out on your floor, and once every injury is wrapped the beast simply leans forward and presses its head against your chest, letting out soft coos and clicks when you hesitantly run your fingers through its thick ginger hair. Foul Legacy rejoices, trilling and crooning at your warm embrace and gentle touch, directed towards him- just him, not Childe. although it hurts to move, he curls around you and clings to your arm, holding you like you're a precious treasure, the ice between you and him finally melting away

when Childe wakes up the next morning, he remembers nothing, only aware of the content, hopeful way Foul Legacy purrs in the back of his mind