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[bishounenpalace]

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Abeno x Ashiya Yaoi H-scene [bishounenpalace’s edit] [CV: Maeno Tomoaki x Kaji Yuki]. WARNING: YAOI/ R18/ NSFW/ HIGH EXPLICIT CONTENT. THIS AUDIO IS TOTALLY FANMADE. PLEASE ABSOLUTELY DO NOT RE-UPLOAD THIS AUDIO ANYWHERE.

I love these twos, they’re from Fukigen na Mononokean anime :3

[sexyluxxy]

husband!qifrey headcanons ❤︎⁠

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who loves to watch you cook. he’ll stand behind you, arms draped around your waist and chin on your shoulder while he watches you chop up vegetables, muttering little compliments against your neck as you cook

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey whose favorite places on you to kiss are the side of your neck, the top of your head, and the corner of your mouth

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who sometimes secretly views you as a sort of mother/father figure to his apprentices, with the way you take care of them when he’s not teaching them

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who is just so sweet and domestic with you it’s sickening

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who will trace lightly on your arms or thighs or back, wherever he’s touching you. only if you look closely and pay attention will you realize he’s tracing and memorizing spells against your skin, and it makes you giggle at the thought

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who, whenever you finally told him how much you absolutely love his voice, talks to you about anything and everything, no matter how mundane or unimportant - just because he likes seeing the way your eyes soften at his smooth tone

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who has a special talent for talking you through it with that honey-sweet voice of his (adding onto the last one)

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who is such a gentleman with aftercare, wiping you down so slowly with such care and whispering about how you did so, so good

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who’s really proud when he introduces you to his apprentices for the first time, like his spouse is a prized possession of his

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who is so patient, and forgiving. he acts towards mistakes that you might freak out over the same way he acts when coco draws a line wrong in a harmless spell, sometimes even laugh it off

[qifreythetree]

Hi Master Qifrey!

Do you know how to dance? Will you dance with me?

Hello dear!

Oh...uhm...Olly has tried to teach me to dance a few times...However i've never been that good at it! I suppose a I could try to dance with you but I really am not that good!

[cereal-killahh]

"To tend something dear"

[inkandpainter]

[artoyu]

trees hate him

[rynsketches]

qifrey has to start taking drastic measures after the events of Silver Eve

the lake is my new best friend. don’t worry about it olly

[nyuisnt]

Guilt.

+the lineart only version of it because I like it way more, as usual.

Lemme know if you have a preference!

[nanshii]

The lovers

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

‘Bout to be horny in main because I love this man!!!

Can we get some soft smut with Qifrey? I don’t care if it’s just headcanons or a fic… I just need to fulfill my obsession!

I just wrote a lazy and sleepy little session. It´s only some fingering, I hope you don´t mind <3

Quiffrey x fem!reader

Navi

Warnings: mdni, smut, fingering

He sighed as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. His head laid comfortingly heavy on your chest, warm breath caressing your exposed skin. He drew lines over your stomach, slowly trailing downwards. His hand paused on your lower stomach, his palm gently pressing down to make a gasp leave your lips.

"You´re so cute," he murmured against your skin as his fingers ventured down and parted your lower lips to prot at your clit. He hummed when he already felt slick around your hole. Gently, he dipped down to coat his fingers with your essence, before returning to your clit. "Why didn´t you say anything? Would have taken care of you earlier," he said against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your chest.

"You were so tired..."

"Don´t care. You know I don´t."

You leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head. Suddenly, Quiffrey pushed his finger into you, a breathy laugh escaping him at your surprised moan.

"You´re the love of my life, you know?" he murmured, thumb playing with your clit and making your back arch. He turned his head to smile at you. "And I´ll make you cum for me so pretty."

[qifreyswifee]

I say that I wanna corrupt Qifrey, but I just know he would surprise the hell out of me and flip my ass over, place a hand on my low back, and bottom out in one quick thrust that has the air shooting out of my lungs.

[kimyin75]

Eater

Qifrey x Reader

Note: I wrote this for funsies cuz me and a friend were talking, and this is an option cuz fiction is fiction. Feel free to leave if you don't like it <3

Synopsis: Eating cuntboy Qifrey out <3

"Ahhnn..."

Qifrey whined. The man was currently bent face down over his own study desk. It had been a while since you had a moment with your beloved, so you decided that no time was like the present that had resulted in this predicament. 

Qifrey, as mentioned, was bent on his front over his own study desk. One side of his face was smooshed against the heavy oak, dainty hands scratched at the wood to ground himself back to earth. His robes were pushed up and bunched around his waist, his trousers' strings were undone and pushed down as much as the garter of his rather complex shirt would allow. 

His bottom was a beautiful display that you couldn't help but run a gentle hand over the smooth, pale skin. Eventually, your hand slipped between his soft thighs, and a finger lightly slipped between the puffy lips, sliding along the slick folds. That elicited a soft sigh from the man underneath you. 

Qifrey looked over his shoulder at you and clenched his thighs around your hand. "Qifrey, my love, keep your legs spread for me." You gently pressed his thighs apart and decided to lodge a knee between his just in case he decides to shut his thighs again. The restraining position made him whine, "Please, I can't..." "Can't what?" 

He licked his drying lips to try getting the words stuck in his throat out, just so you would stop the slow torture. "Answer me." You said running a slow digit along the slit, making him let out a shaky sigh, "I can't take this torture, just please, use your fingers properly- ahh" 

Qifrey's rushed words were cut short as the pad of your finger found his clit and pressed against it insistently. "You want to cum, my love?" You asked lovingly, leaning over him from behind, the free arm bracing the desk behind his head as your voice sounded like honey against his ear. He nodded quickly against the desk and let out a shaky string of 'yes's. 

And you weren't about to deny this beautiful man what he wanted, so you got to work. You dragged your middle finger up along his slit, collecting the slick at his entrance and moving back to circle his clit with the pad of your digit and a little assist from the slick he was oozing out. 

Qifrey felt everything you did to him, and it made him dizzy. He felt like his head was turning to mush, and another wave of slick coated his soft cunt and your hand. "Look at you, my dear. Drooling down your thighs. Does it feel that good?" You only received a string of broken noises. For a moment, you wanted to tease him for not being able to speak, but you didn't, as you too were getting a little desperate for this. 

You pressed soft kisses against his jaw, as much as you could reach while your finger worked on him, rubbing that poor swollen nub slowly and gently with care and he just couldn't help but whine under all the love you poured onto him. You eventually decided to slip two fingers in and he immediately clamped down on your digits tightly. Pressing soft kisses against his cheek and jaw, you spoke, "Is it too much?" "It's not enough." 

His words were rushed with a whine at the end, and you spread your digits apart inside him, making him startled enough to hold your wrist instinctively, "Oh? Want me to stop?" He shook his head and looked at you over his shoulder, "Please, don't stop"

You smiled at him and stood up to full height and used your free hand to undo his garters and moved him to lie him down on the desk before leaning down to bury your face between his thighs. Everything happened so fast, it left Qifrey winded as his hands flew to hold on to anything. One hand found purchase in your hair while the other clutched at the edge of the desk above his head as your tongue buried deep into his cunt. 

"S-slow down!" He said a little too fast as his orgasm slowly built low in his belly, and he couldn't help but wrap his legs around your head and toss his own backwards against the desk. The arch was absolutely beautiful to you, even though it seemed he'd crack your skull open with the way his thighs pressed over your cheek and ears.

You, on the other hand, didn't slow down one bit. In fact, you made a show for him. "Look at me," You mumbled against his soaked cunt. Qifrey looked down at you reluctantly as you dragged your tongue along his slit, making him feel and watch what you did to his poor, puffy cunt.  His eye watered at the feeling, and his hand unconsciously tightened against your hair when you sloppily kissed his slick folds.

This went on until Qifrey writhed and whined underneath you. You eventually gave in and opted to suck on his clit as two digits plunged in and out of his entrance. The room echoed the squelching noise that erupted from his cunt, and it only turned him on even more than he already was as he felt the tip of his ears burn.

All thoughts seem to have left him at some point when he was drooling onto the desk, still looking at you obediently, but his thighs quivering as he muttered a string of 'please's. When your fingers brushed against that sweet, sweet spot, his entire body seized up, and he lay there, eye wide and squishing your head impossibly tight.

You took that as a sign to go at a steady pace and prolonged his orgasm as he soaked your fingers and mouth. You slowed down eventually, gently stopping so as to not deny him the release and pulled away to breathe, letting him see how his release and your spit coated the lower half of your face.

"Again?"

Word count: 997

Thanks for reading

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[ashveilburger]

→ kissed the scars on their skin

warnings : self harm, scars, healed scars, fresh cuts, reader is implied to have depression, fluff, comfort, concerned qifrey, reader is naked (non sexual), no spoilers!

qifrey x GN!reader — please bare with the inevitable corniness of my first fic…😢 otherwise, enjoy!

w/c : 1.4k

Intimate moments with Qifrey never had to be intense. Quiet mornings spent chuckling with one another or folding laundry together were memories you held close to your heart just as dearly. Times where you would just soak up the other’s presence, letting your shared warmth envelop your figures.

That was how spending your days side by side with Qifrey was like. Stopping by his atelier, bringing all sorts of souvenirs and snacks for those who resided in the place you could confidently call home. Even if you were away for work often, you were always a present figure. Someone for the kids to look up to, a friend to lend an ear to Olruggio, and last but not least — a partner whom Qifrey could proudly call his.

Your relationship with the snow-haired man was still blossoming, discovering new things about each other with each second spent together. You both were fairly new to the concept of loving another. But maybe that’s what made it so sweet. The fruit of your first love.

You wished you were brave enough to ask him to go bare-bodied together.

You told him you had scars all over your body. On a night by the fireplace, your voice carried a slightly melancholic tone. You tried to play it cool. Even when you looked at yourself in the mirror while bathing alone, your lips would press into a tight line. Disgust. Maybe pity? It was an expression you didn’t even recognize on your own face.

Qifrey nodded attentively, cooing sweet comforts at you. His hand rested against your back, rubbing it softly. His fingers grazed over raised cuts. They paused their motion. You knew he noticed. Qifrey noticed everything, after all. It left a bitter taste on your tongue.

Bathing was a hard task sometimes. You would stare at your body in the mirror, eyes gazing over the collection that had only grown with the years. Ranging from small to big, long to short, and healed to raw. Your fingers would absentmindedly pick at scabs and watch blood pool slowly onto your skin. A rich shade of crimson, a familiar contrast to your skin.

One day, you spent too long in the bathing room. Longer than you usually would. Not like Qifrey was counting down the minutes, of course. An hour passed. Then half of that. His heart twinged with a familiar ache — when he felt that something had gone wrong.

Steady steps approached the bathroom. You could hear them, you simply just couldn’t care enough to mind them. You lost track of how long you had spent soaking in the hot, steamy water. It stung against fresh wounds, as if it were mocking you. You hadn’t even washed yourself up, your face still dry since it didn’t make contact with the water below.

Hands curled around yourself, a loose embrace and a pathetic attempt at comforting yourself. Thoughts raced through your mind at a thousand miles per hour. Were you even deserving of such a comforting life? Did someone as odd as you even deserve to live? Was there any point in —

“[Name], my dear, are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while,” The familiar voice of your partner was one you recognized in less than a second. You snapped out of your thoughts. Words clogged themself in your throat, but none of them wanted to come out without you gagging. It was times like these when you just wanted to dissolve into the ground below.

With no response on your end, Qifrey became increasingly concerned. He knocked once, twice, thrice, and you still didn’t respond. It almost nauseated you how selfish you were.

Before another thought could speed through your head, the door clicked open as he muttered an apology. Qifrey stood at the doorframe, dressed in his usual attire. Your back faced him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn towards where the sudden gust of wind came from. You hear the door close, followed by another click. He slowly treads closer, hiking his white robe up so as not to trip on it.

Only when you can really feel his presence do you turn your head back. You feel almost glad that your body is submerged in the murky water. A relieved sigh escapes Qifrey’s lips, crouching down to get a better look at your face. His hand reaches to caress your dry cheek. Despite Qifrey’s evident dislike for getting wet, he looked ready to risk it all.

Your eyes were red and puffy. Maybe you had cried earlier without noticing. Seeing his face right now almost made you want to claw him impossibly closer. “Dearest, what’s troubling you? It’s not advisable to stay in the bath for so long,” His polished voice echoed throughout the tiled bathroom. Laced with worry, still carrying its ever-present sweetness.

“I’m sorry…” You manage to grumble in a voice you don’t even recognize as yours. It’s raspy, raw, and ugly. An unsightly side of yourself you wanted to shield him from. “You’re too good to me,” A whisper akin to a soft cry. Qifrey’s heart feels like it’s going to explode. That single pretty blue eye of his stares at you, solely at you. His fingers graze against your skin. A touch that weighed over a thousand unspoken words.

A soft sigh leaves his lips, unfairly prettily so. He stands up and grabs a fresh towel from a nearby rack, before crouching back down to your level. “Don’t speak such nonsense,” He huffs, helping you sit up onto the edge of the bath. You feel nothing but dread as you await the start of a never-ending parade of questions about the scars that litter your skin.

Qifrey first pats your hands and arms dry carefully with the towel before draping it over your bare figure, covering your back. The parade of questions doesn’t come. Instead, a habitual silence overcomes the room. The occasional sound of water dripping and soft breathing. You can even hear the apprentices play outside. He doesn’t ask you anything, nor does he shy away from your naked figure. He kneels beside you instead, staying both behind you and by your side.

“…I don’t smell soap. Have you washed up yet, dearest?” Qifrey breaks the stillness. You shake your head in response, feeling a rush of heat creep up the nape of your neck. Your lover hums in response, standing up yet again to grab a wash bucket and soap. Your favorite lavender shampoo and dewberry body wash. It almost pains your heart when you realize just how much attention to detail he pays towards you.

The pale is already filled with warm water, courtesy of the spell cast on its surface. He removes the towel from your back and folds it nicely, placing it in a nearby corner for later. For a moment, he simply stares at you. The back of your head. The slight hunch in your posture, and then the inevitable scars. He leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. Then one to your nape. He trails down from your shoulder to your hand, until his lips press against the palm side of your wrist.

Qifrey wastes no time in scrubbing your back, even going the extra mile and massaging your tense muscles. You can’t stay silent whenever he’s around, not really. He didn’t ask about what happened to you. He acknowledged struggles that didn’t need to be spoken. Instead, he brought up casual things. Topics that you couldn’t help but comment on.

You laughed when he tickled you, and winced when soap met raw wounds. He laughed with you and apologized. He didn’t stare for too long, nor did he go beyond what he intended to do. He scrubbed your scalp delicately and brushed conditioner through the ends of your hair, running his slender fingers through your wet hair.

You left feeling like the best you had ever been. Refreshed, contented and relaxed. You felt as though a burden you had been lifting for so long had finally ridden itself from you. After all, there is nowhere you would rather be than in your beloved’s arms.

a/n : I self inserted a little to hard here. but alas I’m done…please don’t throw tomatoes at me Ok? Ok. Okay.💗💗💗💗

[calypsocolada]

how they are when they're jealous... ft. olruggio & qifrey

authors note: finally finished this. pls enjoyyyy this might be it for a little while unless inspiration strikes again

cw: not proofred, lightly obsessive behavior, suggestive

wc: 3.4k

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A brat? Had you heard that correctly? You looked at Olruggio, his irritating face, then around the rest of the busy tavern. He watched you. He had his mead pulled halfway away from his mouth, some of the foam on his mustache. 

“Are you talking to me?” You ask and he makes a face, setting his cup down rather forcefully. 

“I looked you in the eye and said it didn’t I?” He grumbles, squirting his eyes at you. You squint yours back at him even harder.

“Now, Now, dear friends,” Qifrey tries to placate but both you and Olruggio give him sharp looks and he pipes down. “I think I’ll grab myself another drink.” He says, pushing wobbly to his feet and weaving away from the table you two sat at. Both your eyes slice back to each other. 

“If anyone's acting a brat it’s you.” You hiss, yanking your drink to your lips. Olruggio raises his brows. 

“I’m not the one accepting drinks from strangers.” He points out. 

“And how does that make me a brat?” You argue. 

“Because I already bought you a drink!” He argues back. You shrug your shoulders. 

“So? I finished the one you bought me.” You drink out of the stranger bought mead and Olruggio fumes. 

“So? That means you ask for another.”

“From you?”

“Yes from me!” He growls. You huff. 

“Why would it matter?” You lean closer.

“Because I asked you to come here with me! As a date, brat!” He leans closer.

“I am not a brat you brute!” You slam your empty mug on the table and both of you had been so close now, you could smell something warm and fresh, like hot coffee or dark chocolate. He suddenly pushed his hands on the table and got to his feet. He didn’t say a word, just strode off back towards the counter. You watched him lean over and say something. The innkeeper turned and poured two more meads before sliding it over to him. You turned and pretended you weren’t watching.  

“Brute?” He repeats and sits back where he was, not missing a beat. You nod your head as he slides you a new drink. “Do you even know what a date is? Because it was supposed to be the two of us and you invited Qifrey!” Did you know what a date was? No. Not entirely. You had a clue though and for some reason spending time alone with Olruggio made your heart speed so you asked Qifrey to tag along. The poor sap wasn’t doing much anyway. 

“I know what a date is.” You groan, blushing a little behind your mug. He watches you.

“I don’t think you do.”

“I’m a grown woman. I know what a date is.” You hiss back and watch a shit eating grin form on his lips. “What is that look for?”

“A date is supposed to be romantic. There’s nothing romantic about a babysitter.” He motions to Qifrey. Romantic? Romance… You blushed even more. You didn’t know shit about those things. You could argue up a storm with Olruggio but the quieter moments were beyond you. Yet he asked you and you agreed. You sprung Qifrey on him the moment you got here.

“He’s your friend. Don’t you like drinking with friends?”

“Any other night, sure. But not the one night I wanted to drink with just you.” He points out. You were able to keep glaring back at him for a while until now. You looked away, clearing your throat. Losing a slight bit of your composure. You forced yourself to argue back, even if your voice wavered a little bit. 

“Well I was unaware of that.”

“Yes, because you’re the most unromantic person I’ve ever met.” He grumbles, leaning away from you back against the seat. You glared, nothing got rid of butterflies faster than annoyance. 

“I’m romantic!” You insisted and realized the moment it came out of your mouth how silly it was. Olruggio laughed wholeheartedly, so hard he almost busted a rib. “Bastard! Quit laughing.” His laughter doesn’t cease, he’s wiping his eyes and shaking his head. 

“You? Romantic? I never took you for a teller of tall tales.”

“Hush up.” You grumble and he smiles fondly as you look away. “I can be plenty romantic.” You double down. Olruggio’s smile grows cat-like, like a predator stalking prey. 

“Can you?”

“I can!” You grunt, taking another drink, god you were so flustered, since when had this conversation taken such a turn into territory you were entirely unfamiliar with. 

“Please demonstrate.” He says with a sort of ‘be my guest’ gesture. You glare again, reaching and downing the rest of your drink. 

“Demonstrate what?”

“How romantic you are. Go on. Make me blush.” He smirks, leaning back. Huh? No no why had you even opened your trap! You silently prayed Qifrey would come back to the table but no such luck. You scoff, shaking your head. 

“No.”

“No?” He echoes, that damn smirk still on his lips. 

“No.” You double down, crossing your arms. 

“You really are a brat.” He laughs and you can’t take it anymore.

“Alright, that’s it. Outside.” You say, shoving to your feet, the table rattling. Olruggio’s brows shoot up in amusement.

“Outside?” He echoes. “Are we going to spar?” He asks after you but you're already sweeping your way through the crowd of patrons to the front entrance. You shove the door open and walk onto the cobblestone path, there’s a soft rain pittering around you and the dying light of a street lantern. Olruggio pushes out of the door a moment after you, your cloak thrown over his arm. There’s a tight alleyway beside the tavern that you turn and walk to. “I confess I’ve never sparred with a date before.” He jokes and you grasp the front of his shirt and drag him into the alleyway. His warm hand eclipses your wrist and the contact startles you so you jolt your hand away. Standing in this tight alleyway you had no idea why you felt the need to ask him out here. You didn’t want to fight, even though he often got your heart ticking. You can hear his breathing, he shifts a little and shakes out your cloak before throwing it over your shoulders and tugging you a step forwards, bodies mere inches from being pressed together. “What’s the plan?” He whispers between the two of you. You swallow dryly, looking up at him. You’d never even stood this close to Olruggio before.

“I’m… I am…” You stumbled over your words and groaned exasperatedly at his growing smirk.

“Was there a plan at all?” He asks and then you suddenly remember his words from inside. ‘Make me blush’. Right… you step closer and Olruggio’s eyes widen a little.Proximity was romantic, right? His hands were still holding your cloak so you reach out and gently hold his wrists and swallow down your nerves. 

“I wanted privacy.” You say and his face drops, that dumb smirk faltering. Perfect. A point to you. 

“Privacy?” He asks and you nod your head, your finger’s sliding beneath the cuffs of his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. His breath audibly catches and his brain momentarily short circuits. His lips part to speak but nothing comes out. Another point to you.

“Is this what you wanted all along?” You ask feeling foolish but his brows raise and the look on his face prompts you to continue. “When you asked me out? Is this what you envisioned?” Olruggio’s grip on your cloak suddenly tightens, you can feel it by the way his wrists flex slightly with the force. Another point. You just needed that blush, so you let one of your hands wander up his arm, you gently squeeze his bicep before sliding against his face. His cheek is rough with stubble. You watch his eyes close momentarily and when they open back you don’t even notice his blush because the way he’s looking at you fills you with electricity. His right hand lets go of your cloak as he places it on the brick right beside your head, practically trapping you. 

“You're in dangerous territory, love.” He says roughly and you believe that but you can’t pull away, nor speak a coherent sentence as his other hand slides beneath your cloak and against your hip. Now you’ve passed the point of no return. You didn’t notice the rain had started falling a little harder and he mutters annoyed, letting you go to cast a spell to keep the rain off you. The patrons started filtering out of the tavern back to their homes as your attention was drawn to them momentarily. The moment of reprieve lets you get your word back. You wear a smirk. 

“I made you blush.” You force out, trying to regain that composure you had lost several minutes ago.

“Hm.” He hums in agreement, his eyes flick down to your lips and your stomach flips at the sight. “Seems you did, although I wouldn’t say your methods were very romantic.” He quips softly, leaning close. You make a face at him, glaring again. 

“Just admit you were wrong.” You say and he nods his head, his eyes fully on your lips now. 

“Mhm I was wrong. So so wrong.” He murmurs and you can feel the soft whisper of his breath against your lips. You bite your lip hard enough to bleed and dig your nails into your leg to try and snap out of this moment. But it was no use because his hands were back on you again, warm and large against your hips. “I’d give it a try too but you’ve been blushing almost the whole night.” 

“Have not.” You argue and he smiles fondly at you. 

“Must be my imagination then.”

“Clearly.” You say but he’s leaning for your lips and you're not stopping him. In fact you meet him halfway. His kiss is gentle at first, careful and exploring. His scruff brushes against your mouth as his lips move in rhythm with yours. 

You two were as good at kissing as you were arguing. 

Falling into a rhythm of push and pull. His hands leave your hips to gently grasp either side of your face as he backs you up against the brick of the alley wall, his hand sliding behind your head so you don’t bump your head against the wall. He presses you into that wall again and again, hips moving against hips. The friction is so good, annoyingly good so you deepen the kiss, your hands sliding around his hips, cold fingers dipping under the hem of his shirt. He makes a noise against your mouth and you swallow it up. You didn’t have to ask if this is what he envisioned because the way he’s kissing you right now, almost calculatingly told you all you needed to know. He’d been looking forward to this. Massively.

-

It was raining out. You never minded the rain but Qifrey did. You figured since you lost him in the market you’d go on ahead and he could meet you back at the atelier. You weave your way through the crowd as a man sweeps into your path. 

“Morning, miss.” He greets you with a toothy grin. He sweeps a flower from behind his back and offers it to you. “I’ve seen you here many times but I just wanted to say… you are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.” Rain patters softly against your skin as you reluctantly take the flower. 

“Very kind.” You say shortly, maneuvering past him but he reaches out and grasps your wrist, tugging you back a step. 

“Miss-” The rain stops and you notice a moment too late that a shadow has fallen over the man's face. He wrenches his hand away from your skin as if burned him. “Apologies.” He says but not to you. You turn slightly and there stands Qifrey, imposing and sharp eyed, the spell he usually casted to keep the rain off of him now extended to you with how close he stood.  

“Don’t apologize to me.” Qifrey says with a sort of controlled anger. Though you're sure it wouldn’t be so controlled if you weren’t around. He tended to keep that side of himself away from you. This all was sort of a bother. You didn’t really care for an apology, you would’ve rather just sent him flying with a spell. The man’s eyes snap to yours and you can see the fear there. 

“My sincerest apologies, miss.” He says and you shove the flower against the man’s chest. 

“I accept.” You say sharply. The man hurries away with that and you watch as Qifrey watches the man go. Then his full attention rests on you. He gently grabs your wrist. 

“He didn’t hurt you, right my love?” His thumb gently caresses the inside of your wrist. You pull your hand away. You two were in some sort of… you didn’t quite know the word for it. You two had a deep connection that was dancing around the word romantic. But despite that you still pulled away at most given moments, almost like it was programmed into you. Qifrey didn’t mind at all though because the moments you didn’t pull away sustained him for months. 

“He grabbed my wrist. That’s all.” You answer, looking around the spell. It was barely raining out, he really shouldn’t go through the trouble of casting something like this. 

“Yes… but I have observed him watching you for a few days.” Qifrey says as you shrug your shoulders a little. 

“Let him.” You answer, starting to walk the path back to his atelier. 

“I’d rather not.” He says, picking up pace to fall in step with you. “Desperate men are dangerous.” He says and you know he doesn’t mean himself but it makes you snort a little. You wouldn’t necessarily call Qifrey desperate when it came to you, though you have heard him beg and plead many times. He narrows his eyes at your snort. “Something funny?” He asks, trying to keep his voice light. You shrug your shoulders again. “You actually have quite a few men watching you, you know that?” He asks and you almost sigh. This again. “The man at the market and the man at the fabric store and the-”

“Man at the tavern? I actually don’t mind that one. He was entertaining.” You say and could tell by the silence that spread between you two on this walk home that you might have just stepped over the line. The only thing that could be heard outside of Qifrey’s spell was the soft pattering of a slowly passing rain. 

“Is that so?” He inclines and you can hear the tightness in his voice as you step over a puddle. 

“He had good stories.” You say, pulling your cloak down, it wasn’t needed beneath the shelter of his spell. 

“I have better stories.”

“That’s nice.” You say, hiding a laugh. Qifrey makes a huffing sort of sound. 

“Tell me one of his stories.”

“I can’t recall them right now.”

“Ah, so they're good but not memorable?” He asks and you blow out a laugh.

Everything was a competition to this man when it came to you. Someone else made you laugh? He is going to make you laugh harder. You smiled at someone? He needs a bigger smile. This man didn’t like second place. He jogs ahead a little once you're closer to home and pulls the door open for you. You're surprised he hadn’t picked a flower along the way-

“Here my love.” And just then a bouquet is procured right in front of your eyes. All your favorite flowers of course. You hand brushes his as you grab the bundle of flowers. 

“Qifrey,” You start, wanting to maybe fumble your way through a little apology.

“Nobody else deserves you. Please… understand that… When you act that way it… drives me wild, my love. Will you please have some mercy on me?” He asks, sweeping you deeper into the house. You place the flowers on the table and his hands slide against your hips. 

“The girls-”

“Are out for the day with Olruggio.” He answers swiftly, pulling off his cloak, his hands sliding beneath your cloak to drop it off your shoulders. 

“You’re dramatic. I wasn’t acting any sort of way.” You say and Qifrey pouts slightly. 

“You like to tease.” He says, gently tugging you into the kitchen where he backs you onto the counter and stands between your parted legs. 

“Sure but not everything I do should cause such… jealousy.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I meant no harm. I trust you. I just don’t like all those eyes on you. Nor do I like some hollow words being spoken to you.”

“Ah… didn’t like the beautiful creature line?” You tease and he instantly shakes his head. 

“No. You are no creature. You are a goddess.” You almost roll your eyes. This man was shameless in his attraction to you. He notices your abashed reaction and takes your hand in his, pulling it to his lips, starting to kiss your knuckles, each one, then turns your hand over to kiss your palm. You watch this and chew your lip a bit to keep from making any embarrassing sounds or movements. He trails kisses to your wrist. “You are divine. Too exquisite to be looked at or touched so casually, my love.” He pulls your hands to his face, pressing your palm against his cheek. “Please do remember this… because the next time I won’t be so accommodating to some leech looking at you.” He says, a slightly unbalanced look in his eyes. He continues his kisses up your bare arm, pushing your collar aside as his lips press against your neck. “Please, my love.” He whispers against your neck making you shiver, his teeth grazing your neck like he wants to mark you as his but can’t quite manage to blemish your skin. 

“I'll remember.” You say, throat tight as his warm hands pull you flush against him.

“Promise?” He asks, pulling away from your neck to meet your eyes. You nod your head and his face breaks into a bright smile, he sweeps you from the counter and walks you towards his room, placing sloppy kisses against your neck the whole way there. “I don’t want to share you with a single thing. Not the outside world, not some man at the market or even the damned rain.” He turns you around and kisses you deeply. “Will you only think of me tonight?”

“Just tonight?” You ask against his lips. 

“I don’t want to be too selfish.” He says but you can hear it in his voice. The possessive jealousy you brought out of him tonight. 

“I’ll allow it… tonight.” You say, one step forwards. He melts against you, kissing you deeper, little sounds escaping his lips with each frenzied press. 

“Do you mean it?” He asks, kicking his door closer, pulling at whatever clothes he could of yours. 

“I do.” You say and he’s getting you in his bed with the swiftness of a fox. 

“What a blessing.” He breathes out like a prayer. 

[mx-warehouse]

POV: you tried to flirt with Olruggio

[passarinhw]

platonic!qifrey ﹠ platonic!olruggio x apprentice!reader: when you get your period for the first time. ꒰ sfw. fem!reader. minor ﾉ child!reader. ꒱

something I wrote for my own entertainment and which I totally forgot to post…

The celestial canopy blackened the firmament, bringing with it gleaming specks of light—eager to replace the dawn star of noble lineage. It was close to what Master Qifrey called ‘bedtime’.

Tetia vociferated about the most infinitesimal joys of the dawn, Riche placed Brushbuddy in his little nest, and Agott sought to negotiate a sleepless night of studying with a reluctant Qifrey.

Coco did not persist, and just like her, you retreated to your quarters, feeling especially irritated.

Occasional pangs of pain terrorized your abdomen, but any complaint would lead Qifrey to doubt that the dryness of the jam jar was your fault.

Not being very keen on acting like a pastry thief, you accepted that the pain would vanish alongside the night.

Still… this was far too annoying.

Each sharp ache felt like a knife tearing through your flesh.

You stood up, hoping that perhaps this was an undeniable stomach ache and that no one else would be a plausible culprit for the jam incident.

Through tip-toeing, you reached the bathroom and slipped out of your underwear.

But there lay the actual culprit—red and viscous, just as described by the older girls in your hamlet. At least the lackness of jam would need to find some other culprit…

Now, pulling your clothes back, all you needed was to seek help from someone.

Some of the girls? But had they passed through it already? You didn't know.

You heard taller girls usually got their period first… but the taller was Tetia. Oh, she'd be loud.

It'd be better to seek for someone quieter… Agott? She was probably studying against Qifrey's will, she didn't want to be bothered.

You had to accept it: an adult's help was needed.

“Oh, did you have a nightmare…?” Qifrey illuminated the room with a swift scribble, tilting his head in a welcoming gesture.

After a few gentle pats on the bed, your Master assumed you were aware of how welcome you were upon his couch, yet you had not taken the first steps toward him.

Now, the tilt of his head was not docile, but pondering.

You took a few steps back, still withdrawing—perhaps if Master Qifrey were a woman this would be easier. But even if he isn't one, there were no solid reasons to fear him.

He would probably talk about how this is a natural biological occurrence, which meant nothing but a sign of health and physical evolution.

At any rate, thinking that you had to devise terms to name the place from which that blood flowed already made your face flush—perhaps this way all the crimson would travel from your undergarments to your cheeks, ridding you of that nightmare personified as a menarche.

But lingering was not an option when the risk of that viscosity trickling down your legs was imminent.

“Master…”

Qifrey stood up, taking your hands in his.

“Oh, dear… if it was you who ate the jam, it’s alright. But you shouldn't have given any to Brushbuddy. I know he is… fluffy… but animals can’t just go around eating that. Do you still want to sleep with me, my love?”

“What…?”

“Ah, I understand. He only had a little bit of jam on his teeth, so I’ll let it slide…”

You shook your head from side to side, so fast that your vision blurred.

“I didn't eat any jam! I didn't give anything to Brushbuddy! And I'm on my period for the very first time! I don't care for any damned jelly!”

You just yelled at Master Qifrey…

You clutched the ruffle surrounding your pajamas, wondering where you could exile yourself—Dadah Range…? Serpentback?

Qifrey knelt down.

“Does it hurt…?”

You nodded.

“A lot…?”

“Quite a bit…”

“Dear, look at me… there is no reason to be ashamed. I am your master, and it is my duty to look after you. If you feel pain, no matter the reason, you must tell me…”

“But it's a bit embarrassing…”

“I know, I know. No one thinks it's nice to bleed from down there. No one likes to soil their own clothes with biological fluid. But still…” he stood up, nodding and whispering to himself.

“Go to the bathroom… you may use a fire spell to warm some water, I allow it. Stay there until I return, alright…?”

You discarded your stained garments, distracted by Qifrey's soft footsteps along the corridor.

A few taps were delivered upon the door.

You opened it just a little bit.

“Great. Here it is!” Qifrey handed you a soft fabric, heated with magic and stuffed with cotton. You tilted.

“Sorry for the delay, dear. I needed a fabric that wasn't abrasive and that held the cotton appropriately… anyway, use this and then come to my room, alright?”

You were about to agree, but he closed the small crack of the door before you could utter a word…

“Do you have the snugstone Olly gave you, sweetie…?” Qifrey kissed your cheek, guiding your waist toward the top of the bed.

“But, Master Qif, what if I ruin your sheets?” you questioned. Your master didn't seem to pay attention to it, he simply put you onto his bed.

Qifrey proceeded to look through his drawer, humming a few complaints regarding how he left it messy and couldn't find his goal so easily.

“If you still have it, I can give you mine as well; the warmer it is, the better it gets…” he said, finally getting a hold of his snugstone.

“Master…” you gently tugged at his robes, finally gaining his attention. “I asked you something…”

“Ah, ah yes… my angel. I honestly do not care for the sheets. If one of my sweethearts is in pain, the last thing that matters is the pristine color of my duvets. Go lie down, I will place the snugstone on your belly.”

He coaxed you onto his bed, tucking you warmly underneath his sheets.

“Olly is a silly creature, it would be better if it had a malleable shape.” Qifrey held the snugstone close to your lower belly. You giggled.

“But it’s fine like this, it doesn't hurt as much anymore! It truly helped. How long does this last, anyway… my period…?”

“Hmm, five days? A week?”

You gasped, about to martyr yourself.

“Oh, do not panic! I’ll take care of you until then, I promise. You will be the most pampered girl, even Agott will be jealous!”

“I'm sorry I yelled… I'm very, very sorry…”

That was doubtful, it didn't look like Agott would care. But Master Qifrey never lied, at least not about taking care of you.

“Now, lie down. Yes, yes. You're such a good kid. Here, I'll fix the pillow.” Qifrey kissed your nosetip once he was done setting you.

“I guess… can I sleep in your room until this is over…? If you don't mind…”

“Oh, dear. That's alright, really. It must've been very scary. You had the right to be mad. Also… if you want, tomorrow we can go to kalhn's hospital.”

“Why? The pain is already vanishing…”

“Oh, no. It isn't about it, silly. I just think it'd be nice to talk about it with a female doctor, don't you think…?”

“I'm not sure…” now that you think about it, it seemed hard to discuss it with anyone, except Master Qifrey… what a change of thoughts…

“That's alright, darling…” he lied by your side, blowing the candle and darkening the room for good. Qifrey's hand found your cheek, caressing it. “You have time to warm up to the idea, don't you…?”

Qifrey pinched your cheek, humming a yes while tucking you in.

“Do you want me to sing you to sleep…?” he inquired, joking yet up to it if you wished so.

“Will anyone know about it…?”

He smirked.

“I promise it'll be our little secret…”

A gleaming canopy, of an ephemeral and distant nature, stretched across the horizon in an unforgettable watercolor. Master Olly had just started to nap. As for you… your mood did not resemble the orchid-backed morning dawn.

That wholesome lilac, blending with the pastel coral through the window, was a perfect contrast to the saturated red that stained your sheets.

The sun was still peeking out, giving signs that the clock had not even struck six. Great. Olruggio should be asleep—this left you even more lost without the support of a grown-up, but it was less humiliating to deal with the situation alone.

Getting rid of the stained sheet and finding some way to inhibit the flow from bleeding through your clothes were the least of your worries. What stunned you was that pain… It was agonizing, but it would pass; until then, however, your suffering would be unmistakable.

However you were the apprentice of Olruggio of the Torch, so warming the weakened region wouldn't be a problem.

But… the last time you handled fire magic without his permission, your desk smelled like fried wood for quite a while.

Right… a snugstone! If you could get your hands on it… except it was still a contraption in the process of refinement—not even Qifrey had got a hold of it yet. But it wouldn't hurt to steal one of them from your master's office, just for medical use.

The light snoring was the tattle-tale of Olruggio's careless sleeping position—seriously, it was the third consecutive day that he slept in his own office. You sighed, moving with phantomwise grace toward where that contraption might be.

Each clinking of vials and rustling of papers sent a shock down your spine. When you finally laid your hands upon your panacea…

“What do ‘ya’ think ‘ya’ doing here, huh?” Olruggio didn't even rub the sleep from his eyes, standing with his arms crossed, like a charcoal obelisk blocking the light.

“That’s no toy for a child!” he removed the object from your hands, about to lecture you on how this was akin to theft. But the red droplets running down your leg caught his attention.

“Tell me what on earth you did had in mind… hey, what's it…?” Olruggio lifted you by the back of your peter pan collar, grumbling about the possible stupidities you could have committed while he was rejoicing in his four hours of daily sleep.

“Well, I…”

“I’ve told you plenty of times not to mess ‘round with spells if I’m not watching you!”

“You see…”

“And also not to go wandering outside without my permission!”

“Master Olly, stop it and listen to me! I got my period! For the first time! I hate and I don't want to be lectured now, alright?!”

Quickly, Olruggio set you down on the floor.

He is a practical man, focused on tools and utilitarian spells; helping a little girl deal with such an intimate biological transition is completely out of the comfort zone of a wizard with such a pragmatic exterior.

It was expected that you would be embarrassed, but it seems the feeling ricocheted.

Olruggio stammered incoherent sentences, trying to calm you down (and to calm himself as well).

“Well, that’s normal… I mean, at your age… I should have been expecting it, dammit…” he covered his own face, the link rings shimmering between his knuckles.

“Right, right…” he took a deep breath. “It’s normal… it’s even healthy, I mean… if it took too long to happen, then it would be a problem! But why right now of all times…? Gosh, at least if Qifrey was here… he has four of your kind. I'm sure he has already dealt with it…”

“Master Olly…” you grabbed the wizard's robes. He held your shoulders.

“It hurts, doesn't it…?”

“Yes, and I ruined my sheets…”

“Fine, fine, that doesn't matter! Come here…” Olruggio pulled you into an embrace, his thumb caressing the back of your neck.

“The snugstone isn't out yet, we can't use something so… rustic. I haven't even given it to Qifrey! You can't go touching it.” he grumbled. “But first we have to deal with this.” Your master's eyes drifted down to the shimmering crimson stripe on your leg. You nodded.

Olruggio nudged you into the bathroom, hyper-focused on solving the problem as quickly as possible. The office was a mess, but the kind of mess where only its architect knows the exact position of each utility.

A friendly and soft fabric to wrap a handful of linen—it was what Olruggio had learned through conversations he had occasionally overheard.

He only had to bring it all together.

“Master Olly, what do I do about the blood?”

“Hold on, sweetie. I’m almost there.”

If he had ever asked how Qifrey dealt with it…

You reached the workshop bed—the one Olruggio rarely used, since he usually slept at his own desk—, finally lying down flat on your back.

“Are you sure nothing is going to leak, Master Olly…?”

Olruggio scratched his head, he had pondered the same thing.

“Ah, who knows. If it leaks we’ll figure it out later, it doesn't matter right now.” he kissed your forehead, taking a step back.

With the rings properly connected, a wave of heat spreads from the troubled area to the rest of your body, entwining every muscle like a vine embracing a picket fence.

“Hmmm, this feels so good!” you rejoiced, stretching out your legs, which were once painful to move.

“Great, great…” Olruggio sighed more fervently than you, sitting down before you and keeping the link rings connected. “Look, this is normal…” he continued.

You looked at him curiously.

“I just mean that if anyone tells you how ‘you’re a big girl from now on’ and blah, blah, blah, that’s a load of garbage. You’re the exact same person, nobody changes so fastly…”

“But it really is a bit weird…”

“Whenever this happens, you tell me, alright? About the snugstone, maybe making it rigid isn't a good idea… I mean, it would be kind of annoying to use it in these situations if it’s stuck to that harsh shape.”

“You could hold it in place for me! Then there's no problem!”

“Sure, muffin. I won't leave your side anyway… so I don't think it'll be that much of a hassle.”

Now, all he cared about was cooking you an iron rich meal and begging that he had managed a decent protection from leakage…

[raspb3rrycloud]

Marks

A small extra to this; Almost caught

(Qifrey is kinda an OC there)

The next day the kitchen was filled with the soft laughter and chatting of 4 little girls enjoying breakfast prepared by their Teacher. The small kitchen table they were sitting at was covered in different kinds of tasty food prepared by him. Today they had some fresh bread with different kinds of fruit jam they made themselves earlier that week and warm milk they got as a thank-you gift from one of the farmers they helped yesterday.

The day promised to be very nice; the sky was blue without any clouds, the girls woke up in a good mood, and today they were planning to go shopping to get new summer clothes.

But the only thing bothering them was their master, or rather, his unusual behaviour. The girls noticed that something was off right away when their master was yawning strangely often and barely touched his food, clearly exhausted, while he went to bed early specifically to rest after an especially busy day.

The collar of his turtleneck was messily fastened, and from under it were visible small red marks he was trying so carefully to hide but clearly failed to. One of his girls, the bubbly pink-haired sweetheart named Tetia, pointed her spoon at his neck, breaking the silence.

Master Qifrey? What happened to your neck?

The man tensed up a little but tried to play it cool.

My neck? What about it?

The red marks on your neck! What happened to it, master?

O-oh! It's nothing, really; I just got bit by a mosquito... Yea, by a mosquito! I couldn't help myself and scratched it a bit too much.

He laughed nervously, trying to fix the straps.

Yea, a very big mosquito that came yesterday in the middle of the night and attacked you.

The black-haired man who just quietly entered the kitchen spoke. He grabbed the mug filled with black coffee standing on the kitchen counter, closed his eyes and took a really long sip.

His friend just laughed nervously, and he leaned his elbows on the table and covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto his face, but the tips of his pale ears gave him away, showing a delicate pink tint. The girls confusedly looked at each other as if looking for answers as to why their master was acting so strange, while the owner of the dark blue eyes just smiled behind his mug, clearly enjoying himself.

This is going to be a very looong day.