hi! im a rlly big fan of ur writing and i wanted to try requesting qifrey x an insecure /anxious attacthment reader <3 reader always tries their best not to let it get to them but sometimes its so so overwhelming and they canât help it
of course donât feel forced to write this. and if youâd rather write for olruggio thatâs fine too. thank you!!!!!
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â°â†Oh. my stars I adored writing this request of an anxiours reader loving our Qifrey with avoidant tendencies. It turned out to be pretty Qifrey-centric, I hope you don't mine and enjoy your read!
Perhaps you could leave your opinion on this in my dms! âĄ
â word count: 1174
⥠characters: qifrey ⹠reader
⥠tags: hurt/comfort ⹠established relationship ⹠reader insert
âHave I done something wrong?â Â A question asked inside the room instead directed at the person intended to hear. You felt like Qifrey kept his distance tonight, choosing to read in the kitchen next to the stove rather than in the living area you resided in as of right now. You certainly feel his absence; itâs been weighing on your mind. You may only be meters apart, but it affected you.
Qifrey closes his book and places it face down on the kitchen table before closing the physical distance between you. He carries the chair he sat on previously and places it right in front of you, in spite of using the empty space right beside you. Your face speaks volumes. âIâm sorry I didnât mean to worry you.â He offers you a smile as consolation, but his eyes are fixed on his thighs.
âIs everything alright?â It comes out as a whisper not wanting to upset Qifrey any further. Your thoughts are racing, jumping to conclusions, scanning your memories for a hint of wrongdoing or a simple reason for his behavior. There must be something, anything to have upset him.
âI just need some quiet time, to myself.â You have done it, whatever it is exactly but you certainly did. âItâs not you, itâs not us. We are okay. I want you to know that.â The look on your face must show the questions crashing through your head. âI had so much to do the past weeks. Iâm overworked, overwhelmed and running on too little sleep and too much pressure.â You noticed his moods growing progressively more unstable.
âIf there is anything I can do anything for you. Iâm right here.â You smile to yourself, itâs faint but itâs there. Qifrey squeezes your hand and places a kiss on your forehead. âThank you for understanding.â He returns his chair to its original place. âI will go to bed, in my room. Iâm looking forward to spending the day with you tomorrow. I love you, good night.â And with that he vanished.
You are perfectly aware of his tendencies to disconnect every so often, needing his space; avoiding responsibilities. It hurts, nonetheless. You often feel a carnal need for intimacy, a closeness thatâs physically impossible. You need immediate resolution, always â otherwise you are spiraling. Like right now. He explained himself thoroughly and you cognitively understand him down to the last bit, but your heart doesnât.
Precisely why you find yourself sleeping on the couch tonight, the cackling sound of glimmering ember of the stove soothing you into your slumber, your tired eyes match your inner turmoil.
Itâs the middle of the night, the fire lost its last spark, and the atelier is painted in darkness. You rub your eyes and stretch your stiff body; the couch isnât particularly comfortable. Once your mind truly wakes up you notice an arm around you. Itâs Qifrey snoring lightly, his facial features being soft; he looks stunningly peaceful.
So much for needing some time alone.
As if having read your thoughts his eyes flutter open, scanning your face. âYou are awake.â A statement spoken in an incredibly attractive low and hazy voice. âYes, unless Iâm dreaming?â A quiet laugh escapes him. He sounds especially cute shortly after awaking. âI couldnât sleep without you.â Qifrey confesses. âI thought I needed time for myself, but I felt nothing but lonely without you.â
You put your arm around him, joining him for an embrace. The atelier is quiet; you can hear his breath echoing through the small space and feel it on your skin. âI missed you.â He admits. âAs did I.â Your noses brush against each other.
âI wish I knew the content of your thoughts.â A statement, a silent plea. You take a moment to form a cohesively structured answer. âIâm scared you will leave me.â He intensifies the pressure of the hug, just the tiniest bit to emphasize his point. âIâm right here.â Your breath feels unsteady.
âI always assume you are upset with me, like I did something wrong.â You pinch the bride of your nose for a split second, trying to ground yourself. âI feel the need to fix it, immediately.â Itâs true, you often search for a solution for things that donât need any. You create problems in your head that donât exist.
âI will be more mindful about voicing my own inner conflicts.â He doesnât want his own turmoil affecting you. Communication is key, after all.
âDoes it hurt when Iâm avoiding your touch?â Does it hurt? Absolutely. Itâs a visceral pain spreading through your body, engulfing you whole. A dull ache in the deepest spaces of your heart. You want to scream, want to cry, want to throw up â yet, you are left feeling hollow. You are painfully aware of the fact that you need to work on yourself, it isnât healthy; neither for you nor for him. You want to heal, for the both of you. Still, the sorrow is present and clouds your mind.
âYes, very much.â You have so much to say but the words donât leave your lips. Itâs overwhelming and complicated to turn your exact thoughts in words. Qifrey doesnât pray, he never does. You donât need to answer; he wouldnât pressure you. His expectations towards you are seemingly non-existent, which is something you found endearing about him.
âAny kind of intimacy feels excruciating, sometimes.â He swallows, searching for the right words. âThere are times I feel unbearable. Myself, I mean. I canât live myself.â An earnest confession, an incredibly hard one too. âSometimes I feel like I canât breathe.â You let him continue pouring his heart out. âI donât want any distance from you; I need to get away from myself.â A hollow laugh escapes him. âI must sound like an utter fool.â
You try to hold him closer, to soothe him. âYou donât.â You place a kiss on his lips. âIâm sensitive, paranoid even. If you are an idiot, so am I.â He shakes his head, you canât see but you feel his movement. âIâm hyper-aware of your body language, changes in your facial expression, of the tone in your voice, the cadence of your speech, the choice of your words.â You havenât been able to speak your thoughts so freely, not because you donât trust him but because of your own inhibitions.
âYou never forget to reassure me, so I donât jump to the wrong conclusions and lose myself in my own anxiety. Your first thought is always about me, even when you are hurting.â You add and Qifrey listens patiently. âItâs a good thing you tried to listen to yourself for once. I know you want to be strong for me, but you donât need to be. I love you anyways.â
His answer follows as an action. He takes your hand in his, intertwines your fingers and kisses you â like heâs recharging. After breaking the kiss six words leave his mouth with a radiant smile against your lips.
Got bored. Threw all my blorbos that I could think of atm together and now Iâm trying to hyper analyze the pattern between them all lmao
(excuse Olruggioâs low ass quality, I knew Iâd run the risk of spoilers for him and qifrey when getting pictures so I grabbed the first things I found lmao)
We got:
Top left: Qifrey and Olruggio from WHA (Witch Hat Atelier), below Qifrey is Akaza from Demon Slayer, and below Olruggio is Dabi from MHA (My Hero Academia)
(Have something short and goofy I thought of while eating a push-up pop)
Sebek Zigvolt x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Platonic/Romantic
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âWhy are you handing me a tube of ice?â
âFlavored ice.â
âWhy are you handing me a tube of flavored ice?â
Sebek stared at your outstretched hand, eyeing the plastic tube holding grape-flavored ice like it was a weapon against his liege.
âItâs a popsicle!â You couldnât hide the laugh in your voice, âYou just got done with some intense training with Silver, so I figured it would help you cool down some. Have you never had one before?â
âI have not!â Sebek scoffed, puffing out his chest like he was trying to save his divinity. Not that you were trying to wound it in any way. âI do not do well with cold temperatures.â
âYes, but youâre still sweaty and clearly overheated.â You pressed, gesturing to his flushed skin and stretching the popsicle a bit more towards him. âJust try it?â
Sebek sighed, perhaps even rolling his eyes as he accepted the icy treat from you. âIf itâll get you to yield your nonsense, then fine!â
He eyed the tube in his hands for a moment, noting how you already cut open the plastic at the top. A bit of purple liquid swished at the bottom, indicating it was already beginning to melt. He looked apprehensive, but ever the brave knight, he bit off a small piece from the top after pushing the ice stick upwards.
You could tell the cold shocked him at first, but even you could see the surprise in his eyes from both the soothingly cool effect and the grape flavor.
ââŠItâll be effective in cooling me down. Thank you.â He finally spoke, clearly hiding his unexpected delight.
Then he was quickly walking away from you and out of the kitchen, perhaps to go enjoy his treat in secret.
You had no doubt heâd be returning for another next time he trained.
