Hi everyone! As you can see, I had to open emergency commissions.
Yesterday I had to hospitalize my guinea pig :( His name is Edgar, and he's very small and sick. Since he's an exotic animal, the care and expenses are much higher ;; (The truth is.. I can't write about all this without crying 🥺)
So, if you'd like to commission either of these two options, I would be incredibly grateful! I'm currently hoping to accept 10 commissions. If the hospitalization and care costs keep rising, I might have to add more:c
Qifrey and very clumsy Reader, who at times can be a bit forgetful. At the same time Reader is a highly accomplished witch, could be a crafty inventor or maybe a skilled combatant. Anyhow just the contrast between Reader at home and relaxing, when compared to protecting others or working on projects.
I bet he would find it very endearing how they have to quickly run back in to grab another thing when taking the girls out for the day. I have this amazing image of Qifrey just gently catching Reader before the fall or trip
A silly idea I had was Coco being super excited to meet Reader but Agott making some about Reader not being how she expects. What would make it even sillier is if Agott actually really likes Reader, even in her clumsiness.
I am now 🦭 anon (don’t know if I have already claimed that or not)
Our very own Tinkerbell
Qifrey x reader
cw: none
AN: I love Agott, can you tell? Anyway 🦭 anon I hereby declare you as my most loyal requester because the amount of asks I have from you in my inbox is actually insane
Before meeting you, Agott had very specific expectations about the kind of person who could possibly manage to impress Qifrey.
Considering your reputation, nobody could really blame her. Stories about you traveled easily among witches. Some spoke about your inventions with near disbelief, describing intricate magical tools capable of shielding entire villages or dismantling dangerous spells in seconds. Others talked about watching you fight, about the terrifying precision of your magic and the way you could cut through hostile creatures so quickly it barely looked real. Coco had once overheard a group of older witches discussing you in hushed voices at the market, and afterward she spent nearly an hour excitedly telling everyone she was absolutely going to meet “the amazing witch Qifrey knows.”
So naturally, Agott expected someone impossibly intimidating.
Then you arrived at the atelier carrying three bags, tripped on the front step almost immediately, and would have fallen face-first onto the wooden porch if Qifrey had not caught you by the waist without even looking up from the book in his hands.
“There you are,” he said calmly, like this happened every single day.
You blinked at him in surprise while clutching his sleeve. “I didn’t even see the step.”
“I know.”
Behind him, the apprentices stared in complete silence.
You straightened quickly, visibly embarrassed, before trying to regain some dignity and offering them all a warm smile. “Hello. I brought pastries.”
Then one of the bags split open because you had apparently forgotten to tie it properly.
Pastries rolled everywhere.
Coco loved you instantly.
Agott, meanwhile, looked deeply confused.
This only became worse over the next few hours. You forgot where you placed your gloves three separate times despite holding them once while actively searching for them. You walked directly into a doorway because you got distracted explaining a spell theory to Coco. At one point, you ran halfway out the front gate with everyone before suddenly freezing in horror. “I forgot the maps,” you announced. Then you rushed back inside. Less than a minute later, you returned looking triumphant before stopping again. “No, wait. I forgot my satchel too.” Agott watched this happen with increasing disbelief while Qifrey stood nearby looking entirely unsurprised.
“Does this happen often?” she finally asked quietly.
Qifrey smiled faintly over the rim of his tea. “Constantly.”
Sure enough, five minutes later you reappeared in the doorway holding your satchel, your maps, and somehow also one of Qifrey’s scarves because you apparently forgot which belongings were yours halfway through gathering everything.
“You took my scarf,” Qifrey pointed out gently.
You looked down. “...Ah.”
There was a pause.
Then Qifrey reached over and fixed the scarf around your shoulders properly anyway.
Agott did not know what to make of the fact that one of the most accomplished witches she had ever heard of kept nearly walking into furniture.
The strangest part was how quickly the contrast became obvious once you actually started working.
Because the moment magic entered the equation, you became someone entirely different.
It happened during a small outing with the girls a few days later. The trip had been peaceful until a spell device sold at the market malfunctioned nearby, sending unstable glyphs spiraling wildly through the street. Before anyone else could properly react, you moved.
Agott would remember that moment for a very long time afterward.
One second you had been laughing softly while trying to remember whether you packed enough ink. The next, your expression sharpened with frightening focus. Your movements became precise, immediate, practiced in a way that felt almost unreal compared to your usual absentminded softness. You stepped directly in front of the apprentices without hesitation while glyphs bloomed beneath your hands in smooth rapid patterns. The unstable magic collapsed instantly under your control. Every line you drew was perfect. Every movement deliberate. Within moments, the damaged device safely unraveled into harmless sparks.
The entire street had gone silent.
Then you blinked once, looked down at your hands, and sighed quietly. “Oh no,” you murmured. “I think I dropped the pastries.”
Sure enough, the pastry box sat upside down several feet away.
Coco burst out laughing first.
Even Agott had to look away to hide her expression.
Qifrey, however, looked unbearably fond.
It was almost embarrassing how obvious it became whenever he watched you. His gaze softened constantly around you, warm amusement lingering even during your most chaotic moments. Whenever you forgot something, he already had it ready before you realized it was missing. Whenever you stumbled, his hand appeared at your waist or against your arm with perfect timing, steadying you so naturally it seemed practiced.
Which, unfortunately, it absolutely was.
One rainy afternoon, the apprentices witnessed perhaps the worst example yet.
You were carrying supplies through the atelier while distractedly explaining a new invention to Qifrey, speaking quickly with animated gestures while he listened with patient interest beside you. “—and if the pressure release rune activates too early, the whole thing destabilizes, so I had to redesign the inner cir—”
Your foot caught against the edge of the carpet.
Agott physically saw disaster approaching.
Without interrupting your sentence, Qifrey caught you smoothly against his chest before you could fall. One hand steadied the supplies while the other rested securely at your waist. You blinked up at him mid-conversation like nothing unusual had happened.
“Thank you,” you said automatically before continuing, “—which means the copper wiring has to be layered differently—”
Qifrey nodded attentively. “Mm. That makes sense.”
The apprentices stared.
“You didn’t even pause,” Tetia whispered.
“We stopped pausing months ago,” Qifrey admitted.
You looked mildly offended. “I am not that clumsy.”
At that exact moment, you nearly stepped backward into a stool.
Qifrey caught you again immediately without even turning around this time.
Agott covered her face with her hand.
The truly unfair part was that despite all of this, she ended up liking you far more than expected. Maybe it was because you never acted embarrassed about your accomplishments despite how extraordinary they were. Maybe it was because you treated the apprentices seriously, listening carefully to every question Coco asked and praising Agott’s precision with complete sincerity. Or maybe it was simply impossible not to grow attached to someone who could dismantle dangerous magic in seconds yet still forget where they left their own shoes.
One evening, Agott found you asleep at the workshop table after spending hours helping Richeh repair damaged tools. Your notes were scattered everywhere in messy overlapping stacks. One of your sleeves had ink smeared across it. Qifrey stood nearby watching you with quiet affection while gently lifting your glasses from where they sat crookedly against your face.
“She fell asleep looking for her own notebook,” he said softly.
Agott stared at you for a long moment before muttering, “She’s weird.”
Qifrey smiled knowingly. “Very.”
There was a small pause before Agott crossed her arms and looked away.
“…I understand it, though,” she admitted quietly.
Qifrey’s expression softened immediately because he understood exactly what she meant.
Because somehow you were both things at once. You were terrifyingly skilled and hopelessly forgetful. Brilliant and absentminded. Capable of protecting everyone around you without hesitation while still needing Qifrey to remind you where you placed your coat five minutes earlier. And perhaps the strangest thing of all was how naturally those pieces fit together.
Especially to him.
Especially when he caught you against his chest after another near fall and you instinctively relaxed there for half a second longer than necessary, smiling up at him with sleepy trust while he steadied you carefully like it was the easiest thing in the world.
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