Can I Please Requests A Scenario Where Childe Rebels Against The Tsarista To Protect The Reader, So Now

oh dear my hands slipped and accidentally spent hours drawing owl ratio

(no i didnt i have been thinking about this for months)

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Funeral of a Fairy (Maxmilián Pirner, 1888)

Sukuna assimilating to you

Synopsis: After discovering that Sukuna has been wide awake every time you nap together, you become embarrassed around him.

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It is a scientific fact that when we are around people we love and trust, while in a healthy relationship, the release of oxytocin makes us sleepy.

Sukuna does not need sleep. He is the king of curses, able to continuously use his technique without ever becoming exhausted. When you first suggested that his chambers were "perfect for napping", he had simply raised a brow and considered what that could possibly mean.

You are like a weak creature to him. A kitten or perhaps a rabbit. And since you are never safer than when you are in his presence, you frequently find yourself growing sleepy when you are around him.

Throughout your strange relationship with the king, something that you loved most, is that there never needs to be words exchanged between the two of you. You were both contented to sit in silence. Frequently dozing off together, or so you thought.

You caught on eventually, that he was always awake before you. That his breathing pattern never really changed. That his face never relaxed more than it would if he had simply been sitting with his eyes closed.

One morning, after having stayed the night sleeping, you mumbled to him, "How is it you're always awake before I?"

He rose a brow at you, his upper set of eyes were looking into yours, the lower staring at how you lay across his bed sheets.

"I do not know your meaning." He grumbled out.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You never sleep in longer than I do, one day I would like to wake up before you."

"I never sleep at all." He stated before you had even really finished your sentace.

"What?" Your breathy outburst echoed slightly in his bed chamber, "What do you mean you don't sleep?"

"I do not require such things." He turned his torso now toward you, all four eyes studying your face, you had quickly sprung up, seemingly miffed.

"So... so all this time, you've just been... laying there while I've been sleeping?"

"I suppose I have, I do not see how this matters in the slightest." "It matters because I've been... It's just been a big waste of time for you. Sukuna you should have said something." You're upset, he can tell. Your face is scrunched up, your blood is pounding in your veins. Sukuna, however, does not know what to say in this situation.

In all honesty, he figured you knew and were just including him. Did you really think he was that weak? Or could you simply not conceive of a restless existence? Whatever the answer, he had no response for you, expecting a shrug of the shoulders- you he would discover, would not so easily let go of things.

And how humiliated you were. How many HOURS had you spent sleeping with him, within his grasp, in his space for him to have been conscious the whole time? You tried thinking back, attempting to recall a time you had requested a nap when he was uninterested.

He had never uttered a word about it. Never turned you down. Sukuna was not a kind king, he rarely ever did things that were not out of necessity, and he certainly did not do things he didn't like. That, at least, was consolation. You knew he had not been suffering for your sake, but even so, it was embarrassing.

Sukuna, still, could not understand your sheepishness about the subject. He did not care to explain that time works differently for him, that his mind is not so simple as yours and does not require entertainment all the time, that he could sit still for years and not be bothered, and frequently did before you came along.

He assumed you would get over it quickly. In your time as well as his. But days passed and he rarely saw you. You took your dinner with other people of the palace and spoke with him in the most cordial manner. One night, he informed Uraume that they needed to prepare a dish suited for you, something that would entice you, and serve it to him.

He figured this would bring you crawling back to him, tail between your legs. Yet, you did not budge.

Odd.

You were wallowing. You knew it. He did not care to spend time, what? Watching you sleep? Of course, he wouldn't, but it hurt your pride, to know you had been taking up such huge chunks of time lazing about in his presence. Well, not anymore. You slept in your chamber and your chamber alone. Gone were the days of blankets on the engawa, gone were the days of resting beneath the kotatsu while laying your head in his lap, gone were the days of sharing his bed.

If ever he wished for someone to share his bed, he had a whole cast of concubines, though you knew they were never of any use to him, they were mostly just house staff with a fancy title.

The evening he finally decided enough was enough, you were in the washhouse doing laundry.

Your back was arched over a bin full of soapy water. Your hands working tirelessly on some cloth.

"Have you not circumvented me enough?" He spoke in a low and slow tone.

"Lord Sukuna." You bowed, clothing in your hands, suds up your forearms, you bent your neck as to not look at him.

"You will reply now." He raised a brow, watching your hands quietly splash in the washbin.

"Was there something you would like me to assist to?" You questioned. Your head was full of possible reasons for what the king meant by seeking you out personally.

"Do you believe that by not sleeping in my presence I would come to believe you do not require rest?" He spoke in an unserious tone, eyes unblinking.

"No, my lord." Now what was he playing at? Of course that wasn't your intention.

"Then you hide yourself from me because you no longer have time for your king, I suppose." He mused.

Oh, for heaven's sake, "No, my lord."

"I see," He bent down to look you dead in the eyes, "So, you must no longer crave my occupancy of your space. You must not desire my hand running through your hair? I suppose you have tired of staying in my chambers?" His tone remained deep but his eyes were dead serious now.

"I-" You began, but suddenly you felt the urge to cough, swallowing you tried again, "I wished not to preoccupy so much of your time."

"And you made this decision without enlightening your king."

You said nothing.

"You will eat with me tonight, you shall stay in my chambers henceforth." He rose in record speed, turning without a second glance your way, maids were staring wide-eyed at the king of curses as he halted at the entrance of the washhouse. You could not see, but there was finality in his voice.

"I wish not to waste-" You were cut off by Sukunas voice, his broad back still facing you.

"Your wishes do not interest me now, so it seems. It is my wish for you to spend your time with me." His steps resounded through the compound, your face slack.

The maids smirked, and with shocked faces, side-eyed one another. A couple entered the washhouse giving you big open-mouthed smiles, and patted your shoulder as they passed.

That night Uraume made something you would go on to beg them to make for years to come. And when Sukuna pulled you prone from your seated position on his bed, he took a firm fingertip and stroked the space between your eyes, one of his enormous hands encircling your skull and massaging your temples with his thumb and ring fingers. He traced the bridge of your nose to your forehead, the way you would stroke a cat.

Perhaps he thought this would induce drowsiness but all it did was make you feel all floaty inside at his silliness.

And for the first time since that night, you slept alongside him. Within his embrace, and when you awoke, Sukuna's eyes were closed.

Hi!! Congrats on 100 followers!!! <3

For the event “If I kiss you once, it’ll only make me want a 100 more” with Childe and fluff please? Thank you and once again congratulations!!

One Hundred Kisses - Childe

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: fluff, slight angst (seemingly unrequited love?) but happy end :) + fake dating

c/w: none

Thank you to my lovely nephew @solaaresque for proof-reading this for me <3

“Childe, isn’t this too much?” You hiss by his ears, watching as he pays $200 for a pair of tickets.

“Well, I’d like it if we end this on a bang.” He takes your hands and you find your hands easing into his.

You make sure you memorise the way his hands as both of you walk through the gates. The sun hasn’t fully risen, but the image of the setting sun is already so vivid in your head. And the days after where your hand would stay empty without his.

“It didn’t have to be this… lavish. It’s not going to be believable to people if we break off after something like this, and I don’t even think Aether is following us?”

You sneak a glance over your shoulder. But with the crowds of people following behind you, it was as if you never checked.

“Don’t worry about it, [name]. Just take this as thanks and I’ll manage whatever comes after.”

He gives a reassuring smile for a second and in the next second, he cheers like a little kid, pointing at the roller coaster ride in the distance.

It takes all of you to remain indifferent in the face of his smile.

You were at your locker when someone swung an arm over your shoulder. “Hey, [name].”

You stiffened up. Childe was in the same classes as you, but beyond the occasional banter and waves in the corridor (that you’re pretty sure he does with everyone), you had no idea what warranted this overly-friendly gesture.

In a hushed voice and a tone of desperation, he pleaded, “Please, play along with me.”

He briefly glances to his left and you see a blond boy, Aether, frozen at the turning of the hallway. His expression shifted and he stomped off.

Childe’s arm still slung on your shoulders, you wiggled out of his hold. Without you asking, he explained that he had rejected Aether but he was annoyingly persistent. You thought it was odd because you knew Aether to be prim and proper, but you never knew him personally anyway. Not as personally as Childe.

“Alright, I’ll help you until he backs off. But first, I’m gonna draw some boundaries.”

“No kissing.”

“Of course I’m not going to kiss you!”

“Just in case! I’ll never know if you get driven into a corner and rob my first kiss.”

“And we only hold hands in school. Outside of school, no.”

“What? What if we see other people outside of school?”

“Then we’ll do it for a while until they get out of our radar.”

Both of you start with those, adding rules along the way.

(Of course, there is the unspoken never to fall in love with each other.)

You chide yourself internally for breaking the unspoken rule for the nth time. If you could, you would go back in time and prevent whatever that incident was that made you catch feelings for him.

But WHEN did you break the rule? Was it when he beat up that group of boys who were disturbing you at the park? Or was it when the two of you had a snowball fight in the light snow and you fell atop of him, your lips a few centimetres away from his? No, it was when he stayed up all night on the phone with you when you were upset, right?

“[name]? You look pretty lost in your world.”

Oh, those ocean blue eyes that steal the thunder of the vibrant whirl of colours in the amusement park.

“Oh, no nothing. I…” Your eyes dart around, in search of an excuse to pluck out of thin air.

“You can tell me you’re nervous to ride the roller coaster,” he says as he gestures towards the sharp dip in the tracks and pats his arm, “My arm’s here for you.”

“As if I need it.”

He banters with you often, but sometimes you can’t help seeing a flirty glint in his eye.

(Spoiler, both of you were terrified on the ride and clung to each other.)

He whips out his phone from his pocket and you suppress a frown. Throughout this whole fake relationship, he often takes his phone out and frantically sends messages to someone. You tell yourself he’s sick of pretending to be in a relationship with you and lamenting about it to a friend. Maybe Zhongli?

But a nagging voice at the back of your head tells you he’s talking to a person he actually likes.

You suggest for him to take a photo in the queue, so he would have something to post at the end of the day (and take his attention from his phone).

Both of you head to lunch after a few rides and you see the eateries flooded with people. The thought of having to fight for seats, queue and pay for an over-priced meal dampened your spirit.

Childe leads you to a bench and urges you to take a seat on the bench when you stand up long enough in confusion. He pulls out two boxes of homemade food from his bag and passes you a box.

“You made this for me?”

Expecting an “I made too much for myself so I thought I would prepare some for you using the leftovers”, you looked away to open the box and begin eating.

But he gives a short affirmation that hangs awkwardly in the air. The chatters of other visitors and the screams of children fill the silence between the two of you. You do nothing to fill it (neither does he) and you refuse to make eye contact with him until he takes his phone out again.

After hours of running around the park and basking in his laughter, you tug Childe towards the ice cream stand. Childe lists off your favourite flavours before you could take your order. He shoots you a satisfying smile when he sees your expression, knowing he got the mark. You realise you don’t remember his favourite flavours and you feel a pang of guilt (but not that it’ll matter).

A family of three comes up to him, seeking his help for directions. He pores over the map with them and offers to guide them to the attraction. As he walks off, the elderly ice-cream lady teases you, “Is that your boyfriend?”

Was he? Technically he is, but technically he wasn’t.

You blurt out a ‘no’. She sighs and continues as she passes you two cones, “Ah, that’s a pity… There’s that slight sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you.”

Your mind blanks out. You utter a thank you and quickly take your leave.

You start on your ice cream first, but do not pay attention to the taste with the what-ifs that run through your mind.

Not long later, Childe jogs back to you. He wraps a hand around yours to take a curious lick at the top scoop (and you lock your screams in your heart). As he takes the ice cream from you, his eyebrows perk up. He puts the ice cream out towards you, offering you a bite.

You remind yourself that all these were only for show and you unknowingly clench your jaw. Everything that you’ve done would just be poorly captured by a photo and reduced to a tool on social media. Even your family has been duped into thinking he was such a charming young man who was head over heels for you. It’s all just for show, so why did he want to make you so immersed in this performance of his too?

You shake your head and walk off without a word.

“Can I have a bite of your scoop?”

You shake your head, your eyes fixated on the path in front of you.

Seeing the orange hue starting to seep into the sky, you look at your watch. You were so much closer to the end of the day.

“[name], are you okay?”

You hate how childish you were acting and you mustered up a smile. For the first (and the last) time, you take Childe’s hand of your own will and lead him to the event area.

“Let’s go get a good spot for the fireworks.”

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“Are you not going to take a photo?”

“No. Let’s just… keep this moment between the two of us and not turn it into something that corroborates this stupid act.”

“[Name], what’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since we got the ice cream and you’ve been looking at your watch a lot. Are you unwell?”

You shake your head, keeping your eyes trained on the sky. You’re scared he will decipher your thoughts and true emotions from your face.

“Look at me.”

You don’t budge and a hint of desperation creeps into his voice.

“You’re holding my hand really tightly, I’m worried. Look at me, please?”

He places a finger on the opposite side of your jaw and tilts your head towards him. While no one takes notice of the two of you, heat rushes into your face when Childe does this.

“Archons, stop looking elsewhere. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry, I-”

The fireworks go off and you take your eyes away from Childe for a brief moment. When you turn back, you find him looking intently at you.

It could be the reflection from the fireworks, but you think you see sparks flicker in his eyes. The ice cream lady lied, it wasn’t just a slight sparkle. The words fall out of your mouth before you can catch yourself, “I want you to kiss me.”

You clamp your hand over your mouth and turn away from him. Your entire body screams at you to run and you do. You will never to look him in the eye ever again. Oh, he must be so horrified.

But a part of you wished you stood your ground and faced him, for him to reject you like how he rejected Aether. Then you’ll move on.

You only run a short distance before you stop. You do want him to reject you the way he rejected Aether, then you’ll move on like you planned.

Though there’s a whisper of hope in your mind that it was never one-sided.

Another wave of fireworks set off and you see a familiar silhouette on the ground, the running figure coming to a stop behind you.

You gather whatever dignity and courage you have left and abruptly turn to face him, to see the ocean blue eyes you adored so much look at you with raging desire.

“Are you sure? If I kiss you once, it’ll make me want a hundred more.”

Oh, so the sparks are real. You nod and he places his hands on your shoulder before closing in for a kiss. It was feather-light but you know he is reigning back his hunger, and you can’t help but think he’s liked you all this while (or possibly, even before that).

“I’ll give you a thousand more. On one condition.”

“Hm?”

“Date me. For real.”

“I’ve always wanted to.”

A thousand more is a deal sealed with one.

Extra:

“If you don’t mind me asking, who have you been texting?”

“Oh, jealous, are you?”

His tone of amusement still makes you jab his arm.

“It’s Aether.”

“What?”

He shows you his screen, which has Aether screeching in caps in a group chat with Zhongli. You can see his frustration at Childe for the terrible flirt he is for the past months, especially with Aether’s texts.

DID YOU REALLY JUST FALL ATOP OF HER AND PRETEND NOTHING HAPPENED??

OH, got ballsy today trying to protect her from other guys? You should have just confessed, it’s PAINFUL watching you.

YOU CAN’T EVEN CALL THAT A PICK-UP LINE. PLEASE NEVER TRY THAT AGAIN.

FINALLY!! CHILDE!! THE ONE GOOD THING YOU DID!! I’M GLAD MY SACRIFICE PAID OFF

It hits you that the plan has always been to get you to fall for him and you had played right into their plans.

But you don’t wish otherwise.

a/n: I know I said I'll only work on requests after my exams but I had an idea and I was too eager to start on it so I was doing it during my free time.

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#BOOTHILL — Humming wc: 0.3 fluff, kisses, Bootsie bein in love ♡ — The core in his chest will ever only purr for you.

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“Did you know—“ you’re practically kiss-drunk when you part, lips shiny and looking like sweet candy. “—That you hum when we kiss?”

And Boothill can do little more than blink, brows furrowed. "What?"

"Mhm," you nod dreamily, the hand that you've splayed on his metal chest has its fingers dipping under the hem of his top, doodling nonsensical little hearts. "Yeah. Right here, whenever we kiss, you hum."

Like you've summoned it, he feels something purr inside of him as you look up at him, smiley and sweet and well-loved. If he were still flesh and bones, he would've said it was his heart skipping a beat.

"There it is again!" you laugh, feeling the vibrations through your palms, splaying them out more, trying to feel the hum from his core in your fingertips again. Boothill kind of wishes he could do it on command, just to see you react to it whenever he wants. But he supposes there is a way...

"Y'like hearin' me hum, darlin'?" he murmurs, leaning into you. One of his hands grasps your own, weaving your fingers together, and the other holds you still at the back of your neck.

Not one to back down (and frankly too kiss-drunk to think about anything else other than getting his lips back on yours) you brush your nose with his and gaze at him through your lashes. "Mm, I do— very much, actually. And I'd like to hear it again."

Sharp teeth flash in a grin. "Well now, what kinda sorry excuse for a fella would I be t'deny my sweetheart anythin'?"

Boothill swallows your delighted gasp in a kiss, lips pressed to yours in a move that is all too familiar at this point. It's almost embarrassing how easy you have him bending to your whims, really. And when that tell-tale hum resonates from him again, he can feel you smile into the kiss, pushing yourself closer against him as if you mean to feel it in your own chest.

And oh, he thinks. There will never be anyone else who has him wrapped so tightly around their finger as you do.

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