嘉敏  (18+)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

[nonomei]

🇳 🇦 🇻 🇮 🇬 🇦 🇹 🇮 🇴 🇳 !

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

~ enjoys reading and writing fanfics

~ sucks at maintaining nonexistent friendships lmaos

~ kalego stan

~ you can call me jiamin?

I hope we can get along and have a blast ^^

I think my brain is lowkey decaying from brainrot

[crimson-chains]

People keep saying the Monet piece reminds them of ducks following their mama~ I thought that was such a cute image I had to draw it :D

[sovereigntyangel]

I really hope when Witch hat Atelier season 1 is finished that the witch hat atelier fandom doesn’t disappear quickly, and I know season two is already in production. I just know season two is gonna be so good. I just hope the fandom doesn’t turn out to be horrible or is just gone with the wind.

This also includes the fanfics.

[passarinhw]

platonic!beldaruit ꒰ witch hat aterlier ꒱ x gn!reader. sfw. beldaruit is a father figure of sorts.

*reader is an outsider who he took in, it's implied that reader is a child as well. may contain English mistakes, ofc ofc……

Night time descended upon the earth, besmirching the pale lilac of the afternoon with its navy blue partner. Well, not as if it mattered under the ocean. Nothing really lacked during the evening in the Great Hall, here the colours remained the same, the only notable different being the scarce beams of light that didn't break through as fiercely by the nightfall—quite the contrary of the upper world, where the dichotomy between the hours was so vast the night was specifically reserved for whispering ghost stories.

You thoroughly calculated each step you took on that jet black darkness. With brow furrowed and the sides of your lips tilted downwards, you wondered: would Beldaruit get mad? He had asked you to practice your spells, yet you completely failed once more. You were no child (according to yourself), you couldn't keep showing him wobbly lines as if you were still a newborn out of Dadah Range.

You pulled some of your drawings out of your leather bag—it accompanied you everywhere since it was quite sturdy, Beldaruit truly didn't hold back at pampering you with well designed trinkets. You couldn't show those circles to him… circles? More like ovals dreaming of a perfect, yet unachievable, geoid shape.

You sighed, awkwardly shoving those inside your bag again, not minding how crumbly they would get by the unnecessary force you put on your fingers when maneuvering them. Thankfully you had sketched those with coal, no Silverwood ink should be wasted on your “art”. You stopped for a second—given your upturned face, one could believe you were now idle to ponder your inabilities, however, something else caught your eyes…

Trotting like a goat, glittering like a firefly yet fluffy like a whole kitten litter—a translucent dust bunny army marched close to your feet, leading the way to a hidden spot amidst the onyx maze of the underwater realm.

Your cyan robes were attacked by some little ones who annoyingly pulled you to follow the rest of them, only to dissolve after applying too much pressure on the silky vests.

Gulping (out of how embarrassing it was rather than fearing a troop of ephemeral fairy-like abnormalities), you followed them obediently. Perhaps you could get Beldaruit to feel a bit soft for your terrible wannabe-magic in case you showed appreciation for the bunnies—not that you didn't like such, it was merely because accepting that you truly enjoyed these cheek blushing moments was too much to bear.

Each blueish ember cast ablaze the figure of elven nymphs flying around, immediately being dissolved into deep blue light which wrought his form within the dark chamber.

“Oh, dear! Looks like Master Bel’s favorite has returned!” the older man beamed, clasping his hands together at your image.

“Is it you or another illusion…?” you asked, placing your hat upon the closest ebony furniture—you didn't even bother to set gaze upon his wrinkled pout.

“Oh, you're wrong this time. It's me! Rotting flesh and dismantled bones! Old little me!” proclaimed the sage with intertwined fingers upon his lap. After rolling his eyes, he went back to his natural countenance within seconds.

“Either way, dear…” begun the witch, only to be interrupted by a very stubborn you:

“Of course I'm your favorite apprentice, I'm the only one you have for the time being!” you said, the only one he had for now… it left a very bitter hint on your tastebuds—Beldaruit taking someone else in, someone more skilled than you, who’d rob his dotting all for themselves… either way, you opened your bag and fetched the more presentable sketches you had in store.

With a sigh, Beldaruit set his left elbow on his chair’s armrest, propping his face against the back of his knuckles—oh, this dreadful behavior only meant you were disappointed with yourself, rather than indicating you harbored bittersweet thoughts about him. Beldaruit gestured forward with his free hand, invitingly moving his fingers towards his own form, going from the index to the pinky.

“Let’s see it… well, yes… wobbly lines of an apprentice too eager to grow past their current abilities. Common, very common. Rest and try again tomorrow, then you'll see actual magic happening."

He analysed each drawing you handed with half opened eyes, tired from repeating the same thing he had constantly hovered on the tip of his tongue for all of your self hating moments.

“What? That's all?” You looked down, you didn't want to bother him… but…

“Look!” you brought up another set of paper, the one on which were carved the spells you hated the most. You hadn't planned to show those, but you wanted to prove to him how you were right about your supposed lack of talent.

“Oh, these are of a very tired and very grumpy apprentice. With some rest and love, actual magic will happen! Rest assured!” He swore lovingly.

Now, completely defeated, you moved towards his lap—throwing yourself upon his expensive robes and soft form. Thin fingers were quick to make their way to comb through your locks, seeking to calm down your very annoyed nerves by pressing fingertips gingerly on your scalp.

You pulled your head up just a little, only to see he had cast your papers upon his desk during your quick meltdown—your sloppy work looked even worse now that it was set by the side of his symmetrical lines and perfectly drawn circles.

“I try so hard…” you sniffed.

“Oh, dear, even way too much… come here, hop up…” the silver haired man didn't hold back, his hands aiming towards your shoulders, removing your face from the lap he was about to tap invitingly. How could you deny it? You curled upon him, face on the crook of his neck. Beldaruit’s robes felt like a warm cocoon made of pastel blue hues and fine needlework.

“I feel like taking a break…” was what you bravely whispered, twirling a thin lock of his hair around your fingers.

“Then do so… nothing good comes out of a tired mind, sweetie. Here…” the sage nicely gifted you a kiss upon your brows, which served as a sign for you to get even closer… if possible.

“I thought you'd be asleep when I came back. You're still on your chair…!”

“Darling, I spend almost half of my day on that damned bed. I want to stay away from that a little!” Before you could apologize, afraid you had been insensitive regarding his condition, he quickly cupped your face, a quick peck being given to your nosetip.

“Also, if I was to be asleep by now, just like ‘most people my age’—since you might think I'm old like a phoenix—I wouldn't be able to catch sight of my beautiful…” said him, between kisses “Gorgeous…” now it was getting embarrassingly good, ”Sweet, perfect and favorite apprentice…!”

”But-”

“No, no! No more ‘I’m your only apprentice’ talk! Now you must rest or else you'll go crazy over those tiny little bent curves.”

“It’s just that… I owe you so much… you took me in even though you couldn't…”

“Oh dear…” Beldaruit began, arms securing your waist and hair falling around you like a pristine curtain. “I did it because I could never bear to see such a nice thing like you having your memories erased, could I? Especially not when the brimmed ones had been cruel to you… so I just snatched you under my robes!” the older man said, tilting cutely.

“Truly, you're an outsider, but that's our little secret! The sage of teachings and his outsider apprentice! Worth a book, if you asked me!” He nodded as if he had came up the greatest plot, but you could only think about how the Knight Moralis would never allow such a novel.

“Either way, dearir…” continued the older witch, “You might think that you're in great debt, but you bring me much joy that, if there's someone here who should be rewarded, rest assured for it's surely you…” and, as your fingers uncurled from his hair, Beldaruit set his lips upon your cheek, giggling to himself afterwards.

“Will you ever get another student…?”

“Well, I haven't been prone to handle more than one at once. Qifrey, riliphin… I never sought for a second student while dealing with each of them. Unless… you want a little friend…?”

The way he implied that, as if you were little as well and in search of another person just as little was quite nice to hear, despite how much you supposedly hated being called a kid. If you tried to describe the harshness of being a child, you would receive a scornful chuckle or an insult to your sensitivity, because it is coherent for adults to abuse you with daily looks of disapproval, pressure in every physical touch received and the denial of the simplest desires—when cruelty is done through such casual ways, it becomes quite complicated, because it is impossible to share it without sounding pathetic. But now, being treated like a kid didn't mean being belittled, if anything, it was the total opposite.

“No, I don't want it. I want you all for myself…”

With that declaration, you fully hid your face on Beldaruit’s neck, praying he wouldn't notice the blushing of your skin by the rising temperature around your cheeks. Instead of teasing, he simply surrounded your form with a gentle squeeze.

“So all yours I shall be…”

“Is it alright if I sleep with you tonight, Bel…?”

“Bel? How over sweetly informal! You are truly still lacking some ‘witch society manners’, not as if I’d correct it out of you now! Let's see… hmm…” he pondered, hand cupped around his own chin. “I don't know which lullaby I should sing for you today… let's pick one…”

[passarinhw]

qifrey ﹠ olruggio x reader (separately): when you're jealous of one's relationship with the other. ꒰ gn!reader. sfw. romantic. agegap. sfw—but a bit suggestive. ꒱

*what if, with qifrey, you were jealous of his relationship with Olruggio… and, while with Olly, jealous of his relationship with Qifrey? Qifrey kinda emotionally unavailable btw… sorry for my bad English.

You took in every detail of his countenance—he was a fae of sepulchral beauty with a sparkly quality that hinted at otherworldly implications. He radiated bioluminescence throughout the room, with a menacingly tilted chin and cheeks onto which you could have pressed your lips just as fiercely as you pushed your face against your pillow during restless nights.

Qifrey was there, in a way. You knew if you reached out your arm he’d be there to grab it. But what if you didn't? In the case you were to stop seeking for him, would he go fetch you?

All the doubts he answered with a “Let’s leave it aside for now, dear” weaved a complex web of intercalated feelings in you. Would he ever answer them? Perchance Olruggio knew about them already?

And in case Olruggio wasn't allowed either, then how could you be expected to be the chosen one in the fairytale?

How could you win against Olruggio?

It seemed like you wanted to fit inside a heart which rooms had been prescribed eons ago.

It was as if you were walking through a cramped space, with piles of rubbish about to fall down and suffocate you mercilessly.

“What’s it, darling? Thinking too much today…?”

You held a blank paper, your other hand clutched your pen. “I can't decide which spell to draw…” He tilted, you were a bad liar, especially for someone like Qifrey—who, let’s say, is very good at keeping things hidden away.

“It’s just that your furrowing brow gave me hints of quite the sad spirit… are you bothered? Have I been neglecting you…?”

That hit the spot.

“Never! You’re always so nice to me, Qifrey!” you stood up, looking down at a Qifrey who was still sitting onto the grass.

The prairie wind ruffled his hair, and as if that wasn’t enough, the scene was enhanced by his muffled chuckles. That sound was technically yours from the moment Qifrey took it upon him to care for you more intimately, but could you fully claim it? Were his feelings equitably distributed between you and…

He reached out a hand for you. You accepted, expecting to help him stand up, but he led you towards himself, making you fall atop the witch whom you held in the highest plateau.

With your chest atop of his, you tried your best not to breathe too hastily.

“You’re getting purple dear…” Qifrey suggested, you shock your head. “Yes, you're… I prefer it when you grow red…” bony fingers held your cheeks, leading your face to his—a quick peck was gifted to your lips.

“I like it better this way!” He pronounced when your ears twitched carmesin, the red following to flood your face.

“I was feeling jealous… of you, you see…” you looked away, cleaning your lips stubbornly.

“Hmm, may I know more about it, sunshine…?”

You denied. Maybe he felt the same stinging when he denied you answers?

“I see… that's a pity, but you may keep your silence. I can still soothe your heart either way, can't I…?”

You nodded… almost. You stopped when you moved your head downwards, not leading it up to complete the motion.

“I feel like… there's no space in your heart for me…”

Qifrey’s hands traveled from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you down so you’d fully rest onto him. Now your chests were touching.

You could tell from the drumming within your ribcage that you were going feral, but there was also a rhythmical palpitation hitting your exterior—perchance his?

“I adore you. Did someone tell you otherwise, sweetie…? Or is your mind being your nemesis…?”

“The latter…”

Qifrey kissed your neck, his hands finding the gap of your upper clothing just to creep his fingers where no silk sheltered your flesh. Your spine chilled as he tapped every spot with his finger pads.

“You act like a big child, hmm…?” he whispered… “You can be disarmed so easily, I'd never not have a place in my heart to shelter something so precious…”

“Sometimes I wish I was an old witch from the storybooks…”

“Why so, angel?”

“Perhaps I would be more comparable to you if I weren't so young. If we had met sooner… when we were still small, perhaps then… maybe we would be closer.”

Qifrey giggled.

“So you’d like to be older so our younger selves could've coexisted? I don't wish for such, you see. I like you the way you are—watching you flourish when I've already done it myself brings me back to the older days.

“You make me feel younger, I wouldn't trade anything for such. So… I'd say you're thinking pretty low of me.”

“Wait, why?” you raised your upper body, ceasing the contact between your chests and locking your gaze with his.

“Do you think your Qifrey is a coward who has given everything to others and there's nothing left for you? Let me tell you, my love, I'm at your mercy, I say it wholeheartedly. So… let's get inside, laying on the grass is ticklish… it isn't fit for more intimate affection…”

Even so, no matter how close you two became—how many intimate moments you shared—, you still wondered if he liked you better when you didn't ask questions or inquired about the shallowness of his sporadic answers.

After all, ‘you act like a child’, and like one, there were things you weren't suppose to know.

You had a theoretical reverence for gallantry, good looks, and whatever was described as desirable through social norms.

Even so, such things wouldn't matter if there wasn't a menacing exterior, ready to be peeled away, nicely contrasting with a sugary filling.

However, once you found these perks embodied in Olruggio, you eventually realized you'd harshly be the one to relish onto it when Qifrey seemed to gobble it all.

Perhaps you had found a way to protect yourself on stepping back—if you got too close you'd be a moth circling a light it wasn't supposed to reach.

The scratches of his beards, his loose shirts and all the gentleness he kept tucked in would appear in your restless dreams. If you knew you'd be like such, you wouldn't have taken a role as his significant other, even when he was the one to ask for it.

You should've understood beforehand that some things are in our tangible reach, yet they aren't meant for us to seal contact with, for we lack unknown traits that would make us worthy of those blessings.

Manuscripts and papyri feel like a cuddly toy when you hug them to your chest. You sway as you walk, processing each piece of information like a martyr.

You sit down, yet you're unable to compact your thoughts for a featherlight caress creep upon each lump of your spine. That same, ticklish bearded chin resting atop your shoulder.

“Hi, Olly…” you turned back, exposing your face to his, hence earning a peck on the lips. Olruggio seemed sleepy, he spoke slowly and smelled a bit like bed sheets—something he seemed to still earn. He hugged your shoulders, melting right there.

“hmm… hello, sweetie… how are ‘ya’ doing…”

“Were you up all night working with Mister Qifrey…?” You asked to prove yourself you didn't care, even though you knew your heart would hilt bitterly once he nodded.

“‘Yeah’, pretty much… c’mon, turn around.” when you did, Olly took your hands onto his, kissing your wrists and feeling each pulse of your veins on his lips. He peppered butterfly kisses all over your arm, until he reached your clothed collarbone, daintily disarraying the buttons for a better access.

Whenever Olly threw jokes only him and Qifrey would get, or when he showed up his spells and got the attention of good looking folk, you’d wonder if you were the best vessel for him to pour his affection…

“‘Ya’ alright, muffin…? Sorry, did I cross the line here…?” his fingers were quick to ministrate your buttons back. But you denied his reason to worry.

“Do you think being with someone younger than you is… hmm… annoying…?”

He threw his face backwards.

“Do I look like I keep people I dislike around? Specially for romantic ends?”

“I don't think you do, but I keep on wondering if I met you… too late in life…?”

“Why? Do I look so old? If I shaved you'd think I'm fresh ‘outta’ twenty!”

“No… no I wouldn't! Either way, I don’t think you'd stick with someone you find mean or intentionally annoying, but… you see… you've your share of questionable habits. How would I know I'm not one of the things draning you…?”

He scratched the back of his head, yet he didn't look annoyed.

“Alright, listen… you're acting like an annoying youngster now—I can't deny it—, so stop comparing your timeline to mine. I'm your older boyfriend and that's completely fine!”

“Is it…?”

“Well, I'm not old enough to die tomorrow so you can steal the patent of my yet to come contraptions, nor are we so similar it'd look like I'm dating a mirror… yeah, it's fine.

“Anyway, why are you jealous? Most people probably think I look like a begger.”

“Qifrey surely does not…”

Olly stood up. You raised your pupils to get a better view of him, but your face was forcibly pushed down by a frowning hand, it ruffled your hair forming knots you weren't up to comb later.

“You're impossible to deal with, are you up to badmouthing me now?”

“Olly, it hurts-”

Yet he could barely hear you properly. It was now only mouth and teeth and some occasional sighs while he berated himself not to gobble you up during that. He broke contact, birthing a thin thread of saliva, yet he began again, still showing off the gentleness he reserved for you—although it was a bit disrupted by his beard, but you had gotten used to it being scratched all over your skin whenever Olly wanted contact.

“So… wouldn't you…” you tapped both you index together when he released you. “Like to… date someone else…?” you tilted, smiling pathetically to soften up your inquiry.

He huffed, holding the bridge of his nose and deciding your question was too stupid to waste time answering.

“I’ll go to bed now…” he said, cleaning your lips with his thumb. “You’ll go with me. I don't like sleeping alone, to be honest… but well, we don't need to sleep if you don't want to.”

One must be kind, specially to younger folk.

[ot4kuhotgirl]

petty... i mean pretty bird

summary: upon learning that keigo has never been to a zoo during a late night cuddle session, you decide to take him to one. little did you know that he wasn't quite ready to come face to face with his namesake, and the encounter brings out some hidden feelings for him

tags: hawks x reader, fluff, angst, he has birdish traits, post-war

You’re sprawled out on the couch, with the comforting weight and warmth of Keigo’s body anchoring you further into the cushions. Drained from a long week of work, you two flip through the channels on the TV hoping to find something that mildly piques your interests. Mindlessly jabbing at the remote and skipping through the bursts of laugh tracks and commercials, you pause when you see a zookeeper holding a tiger cub.

You look down at Keigo for confirmation, “Are you in the mood for animals?”

He nods and buries himself further into your chest, a wordless invitation for you to lace your fingers into his hair. Indulging him, you comb through his silky strands and lightly massage at his scalp the way he likes. You two watch the zoo documentary in silence, occasionally cooing at the progress of the rehabilitated cub and his mother. Absentmindedly playing with the waistband of your shorts, Keigo mumbles, “I’ve always wanted to go to one of these places.”

You softly gasp, “A zoo? There’s a really nice one here that I've gone to a few times, I'll take you!”

"You're always taking my life experience virginity," he laughs meekly.

A bit more awake now, you tell him about the different animals they have at the zoo.

"We can even feed the piglets!" you beam.

As you excitedly insist on making a full day out of it like a grade-school field trip, Keigo immediately gets shy about it, always feeling vulnerable when he reveals yet another small pleasure he’s missed out on in his life. With the slight abundance of free time that he has now that he is Hawks: The HPSC President and not Hawks: The Wing Hero, you two occasionally go on spontaneous dates as you discover more of these little things he hasn’t done. Last month it was an amusement park (which he was not at all impressed by the speeds or heights of the roller-coasters), and next weekend it's going to be the zoo.

Spotting a large netted outdoor area, you pull Keigo's arm across the pebbled trail, "Look, babe! An aviary! This is new, it wasn't here the last time!"

Keigo laughs at your excitement, his naturally lined eyes crinkling at the sheer joy in your voice. You let him drag you to the places he was most excited about first, and now it was his turn to indulge you.

You fawn over the tufted parrot in front of you when it looks in your direction, “Oh, it's looking at me! Hi, cutie pie!”

You feel Keigo’s grip on your hand tighten almost painfully. You whip around to look at him, “Ow! What happened?”

“Sorry, a bug flew too close to my ear,” he says monotonically, making you furrow your brows at him in questioning.

Being the trained spy he is, he laughs it off to ease your suspicion, “There are bees everywhere out here, baby. You know how I feel about bees.”

You brush it off and let go of his hand, leading the way to the next section of birds.

You quietly observe them as they fly around and peck at their food. Coming across a particular one, you giggle, "Hawks look, its a hawk!"

Completely enraptured by the pretty bird, you miss the way his body slightly stiffens.

Complimenting it as if the little guy could understand you, you say, “Oh you’re just too gorgeous! Keigo, look at the pattern on it's wings! Awww I want to pet-”

Faster than you can blink, he’s in your space. He loops an arm tightly around your waist and pulls you into himself, your back flush against his toned front.

Startled by the movement you ask, “Whoa– are you feeling okay?”

“I'm fine,” he says shortly.

You look over your shoulder to stare at him in confusion. His golden eyes are shooting lasers at the bird, his pupils dilating and expanding repeatedly. The hawk responds instantly, puffing its feathers and squawking at him incessantly at the unspoken threat. He’s standing like a brick wall behind you, his grip fierce on your waist. You frown in confusion, looking between the hawk and your Hawks, then around to the other people who have started to stare. Using all your strength, you start walking backwards, pushing Keigo further away from the distressed bird, hoping that some distance would calm them both down.

You’ve experienced this strange possessive side of Keigo only once before, when he interrupted a man flirting with you at a park while he was passing by on hero duty. You imagine today, if he still had his wings like he did then, his feathers would be sharpened into blades— Oh fuck, his wings. The realization hits you like a truck. Since Keigo lost his wings during the war, it's been one of those touchy things you two don’t really talk about. He pretends he’s fine, you pretend to believe him, and you ignore the way he'd shimmy through smaller spaces in attempts to make room for wings that were no longer there. You mentally scold yourself at your mindless slip up.

Quickly turning around to face him, you cradle his face in your palms, “Oh, honey. I’m so so sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

You notice his breathing is ragged and his eyes look panicked. Linking your arm with his, you guide him to the exit and a nearby secluded bench. After sitting for a minute or so, he seems to have calmed down.

"Hey," you softly say, "Talk to me, what are you feeling right now?"

He looks away from you shamefully, avoiding eye contact, "I'm okay," he says roughly.

"No, Keigo, you're not. I'm truly sorry. My comments were inconsiderate and-"

"Can we talk about this at home, babe, please? Not right now," he pleads, finally looking into your eyes.

You can see the anguish collecting between his brows, and you lift your hand to smooth the wrinkle there with your thumb.

"Okay, lets go home."

The drive home was quiet, but not uncomfortable. The smooth beats of the radio and hum of the engine dissipated any remaining tension in Keigo's shoulders and in your mind.

Finally changed into pajamas, you intend to give Keigo space and lounge in the living room. As you gather your things to leave the bedroom, Keigo calls out your name. Turning to face him, you notice he's seated at the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard and pulling the sheets on your side of the bed back in invitation. You smile lightly, and make your way over to him.

After letting you cozy up next to him, he wraps his arm around you and begins, "I want to explain and apologize for earlier."

A small smile graces his lips, but his voice is quiet, embarrassed almost. Your stomach drops with guilt, fighting the urge to say he has nothing to apologize for. You nod for him continue.

"This is so stupid to explain, but you've seen some of my birdish traits before…" he trails off.

"Not stupid, don't talk like that. But yes, I have," you say.

He clears his throat and continues, "I've never had that happen before but I guess some inner avian instinct felt threatened… or felt that there was some competition because I don't have wings anymore. Even though my quirk is technically gone, it still happens. It's such an out of body experience, it's a bit embarrassing for me to talk about…"

You softly smile in reassurance and he returns it, "There's no need to feel embarrassed, but I understand. I still want to apologize though", you say as your fingers lightly trail his back.

Beneath your fingertips you feel the raised scar tissue left over from his burns from about two years ago now. For you, the surface is familiar, but for him its still something to be ashamed of.

You continue, "My words were careless and I'm sorry. I know your wings are a sensitive subject, and competitive instinct or not, I am the one who made you feel threatened and I never want to do that again. I want you to feel safe with me Keigo, safe enough to talk about the things that are bothering you."

He looks at you with such sincerity, like he believes you could do no wrong. His golden eyes twinkle at your affirmation.

"Besides, you know you're the only birdie for me, even if you are a little possessive," you giggle as you brush his fluffy eyebrow down with your thumb, "No one could ever compare, trust me."

He makes a little sound at that, making you melt even more for your pretty, petty lover.

a/n: i went to the zoo, saw pretty birds, and thought of hawks absolutely hating the fact that i was fawning over other birds, and so i made this. i love selfshipping! (also pls only support “ethical” zoos that prioritize conservation and actually care for the animals, i also have no clue how aviaries work and im pretty sure hawks shouldnt even be in spaces like that, but pls suspend your disbelief i am not a zoologist)

[fre4krena]

you find a grey hair in SUKUNA'S beautiful pink locs

you run your fingers through sukuna’s soft pink locks, gently ruffling them as he melts further into your hold with every passing second. his arm stays snug around you while the two of you lie tangled on your couch, lazily watching reels from his phone.

that’s when you see it.

“sukuna.”

“hm?” he nudges you lightly when you go quiet, shifting just enough to glance up at you. “what’s up?”

“y-you…” you hesitate, fingers brushing through his hair again. this time a little more focused. “you have a grey hair!” you point at it, eyes wide.

he lets out a quiet huff. “so what?”

“wait— wait! there’s more!” your fingers keep searching, and he groans, tossing his phone aside.

“you done? it’s just a few grey strands. what’s the big deal?”

your expression crumples, nose scrunching in that way he knows too well… cute, but dangerous. his hand comes up instinctively, cupping your cheek.

“what are you crying about now, brat?” the “insult” doesn’t stick, it never did even from the moment he met you.

you don’t answer, just sniffle quietly, and he sighs under his breath before shifting. he maneuvers you down beside him on the too-small couch, half his body hanging off the edge, but he doesn’t care. his arms wrap around you, warm and steady.

“love,” he murmurs, voice low and gentle, “you gonna tell me why you’re crying, hm?” his thumbs brush the tears under your eyes.

you sniffle again. “it’s just that… it means you’re getting old…”

he huffs out a quiet laugh. “you worried i won’t be as handsome?”

you lightly swat his arm. “never! i’ll just have more competition…” you mumble, embarrassed, and he chuckles into your hair.

“i’m flattered you’re crying over me getting older.”

“when i get a grey, will you cry?” you pout, and his eyes flicker down.

“yes.” he answers without missing a beat.

“is it because i’ll be ugly—”

he bites lightly at the junction of your neck.

“ow— ow! it was a joke!”

he presses a soft kiss over the spot right after, lingering there as he buries his face into your neck. “no. i won’t cry because of that.”

“then what for?”

you feel the warm puff of his breath against your skin as he pulls you closer, arms tightening just a little.

“it’ll just means my dream is coming true…”

he lifts his head, looking at you with so much quiet adoration it makes your chest ache. his eyes soften, almost glassy, like he might cry if he let himself.

“i’ll grow old with you.”

★ yooo i finally got ideas and posted hell yeahhh, it might be shitty but hey at least it's something

[baojibei]

* ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ babe, my boyfriend's coming!

── hawks x reader ໒꒱

⤷ tags: fluff, established relationship, internet trend

You step lightly into your bedroom, careful not to rouse the sleeping form inside.

Keigo looks cute like this. He's finally at peace, snuggled deep in your blankets. His bushy brows, knotted tighter together with each day, finally relax above his closed eyelids. It's the first time in weeks you've seen his face without a deep wrinkle in the middle of his forehead.

His wild, windswept hair pools over your pillowcase, and a small, content smile graces his lips.

This has probably been the longest your poor lover has been able to sleep. His job is keeping his schedule packed.

You almost feel guilty for the prank you're about to pull.

Ensuring your phone is recording, you tiptoe up close. Then, with a frantic hand on his shoulder, you jostle Keigo awake. "Babe, babe wake up."

He stirs, only to swat you off. He mumbles something that you think is supposed to be "five more minutes".

You shake him a little harder. "Come on, Kei. My boyfriend's coming."

He props himself up, just barely. The covers slide down. "Huh?" He rubs at his eyes, trying to pull himself from the undoubtedly deep sleep you'd just interrupted.

"You gotta hide. My boyfriend's coming."

You change tactics, tugging on his arm with urgency. He stares at you for a moment, eyes narrowing.

"...Right."

He plops back down on the mattress, tugging the covers back over himself. He falls so heavily that it jerks you forward, and you're forced to let go.

You pause. This is the exact opposite of his typically alert, quick reflexes.

"Where's your hustle? Do you want to get caught--"

You yelp as he suddenly reaches out, yanking you into the bed. He wraps you in his arms before rolling over, pinning you to the mattress. In the tussle, your phone slips from your grip, lost to the sheets. His big, crimson wings fan out behind him, framing his back as he hovers above you. When your eyes meet his, they're heavy-lidded, but you catch his mix of exasperation and amusement.

"Caught by who, exactly?" He leans down, stealing a kiss from your lips. "I'm your fiancé." His fingers pointedly trace over the elegant ring he'd slipped on just a few weeks ago. His touch lingers, long enough for heat to rise to your cheeks.

Then he plops right on top of you, burying you under his weight.

"Oof. What if you're just my side piece, huh?" Your fingers slide into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

He snorts at the absurdity of your statement, arms wrapping around your middle. He kisses at your neck before his head settles on your chest. His eyes flutter close. "I can take 'em."

You laugh. You suppose your silly prank never had a chance.

a/n: ngl guys my lest semester of uni is kicking my ass but i'm finally near the end yay! thought this trend would be fun and silly to share. the first thing i've written that's not academic related in months </3

tags: @sakuramimi-chan @keigos-lover

[sovereigntyangel]

Is it possible to get more fluff headcanons for Beldaruit.

What would married life look like for them,how would a proposal go and just general fluffy headcanons 💖🥺

━━━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀 ，married life with Beldaruit

𝐖𝐇𝐎 ， Husband!Beldaruit x gn!reader

𝐀.𝐍. : I love writing for Beldaruit ♡ I can’t wait when he makes his debut in the anime, however, I heard that it was going to be the next season. 💔

ⓘ tws ：petnames：tons of fluff ：

When Beldaruit he first proposed to you when you two were still in your prime adult days was like a fairytale come true. Not only was his mind filled with endless possibilities on how to propose but where it would be, who would be there, and what you wanted especially.

Of course when you accepted his proposal, he was over the moon. All that overthinking, palms sweating, and ranting to himself actually meant something in the end! He loved you more than his heart could beat. Therefore, he promised he’ll make the future days ahead better than what you would imagine they’d be.

In terms of who lives where, he’d want you to move with in and stay in the Great Hall. It was just better that way and way easier than you living outside the Great Hall. He wants to be near you or at least see you everyday. The morning where you share a morning kiss and the night where you share a goodnight kiss.

In terms of rings, he probably found a way without asking you directly on what ring or what you’d want on your future engagement ring to look like. He holds secrets very well, and knows when it’s the right time to show or tell you. Let’s just say the ring he got for you was almost everything you wanted. Whenever it was silver, gold, rose gold, etc.

Since you guys are engaged, he immediately started planning the wedding— in fact he started already! Of course the location and you also pitched in your own thoughts and ideas. In terms of wedding dress, you got to decide yourself which in the end on the day of the wedding, he still shed some tears just watching you walk down the aisle.

Beldaruit makes sure your time with him is never wasted. Now you two are bonded, he makes sure that the word— because being honest, word always gets out. Especially when your married and previously dated someone who before became one of the wise, was someone who people knew pretty well. He wants people to know that he’s happy and to always treat you with respect.

To the present day, Beldaruit always respects you and treats you like you’re more important than him in some scenarios. You’ve already met Qifrey, but he introduces you to Coco along with the rest of Qifrey’s apprentices when the time is right and they finally go down to the Great Hall.

Whenever Beldaruit has troubles, he always shares them to you. You’re his most precious, trustful person he can ever rely on. You guys wouldn’t be married if you weren’t. Nonetheless, he tells his troubles and you two figure it out together on how to solve it. Think of it as a sort of bonding with each other.

Beldaruit always calls you his angel. He loves it when he refers to you by angel, beloved, or dear. He’ll throw in dearest here and there. He’s also never afraid to say it in front of people either. Beldaruit takes pride knowing that you’re his beloved.

Overall, Beldaruit cares and loves you deeply. He takes no regrets that he married you. Seeing you as his own magic as he takes magic so close to him in his own life as a witch. As long as you’re around, he’ll be the most happiest man anyone can witness.

@/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL ໒꒱ ，creds to @/cursed-carmine for banners

[mutsukisses]

WHA YANDERE HEADCANONS ᰔᩚ

UTOWIN

❥ possessive. you’re not allowed to go anywhere alone, always with his permission and presence.

❥ fakes being nonchalant. utowin cares too much. you show the slightest hint of being sick? stuck under a blanket and being spoon fed soup. charged too much at the market? the seller’s gone by next week.

❥ little to no privacy. utowin always has his eyes on you, and nothing is yours. don’t be surprised if your undergarments go missing, only to be pressed to utowin’s face, palming his cock to your scent.

QIFREY

❥ manipulative. past his kindhearted exterior, qifrey isn’t afraid to be morally grey. more than once he’s convinced you to stay, even when everything else told you to leave. used the girls as leverage to keep you near him.

❥ isolating. forged letters to your family to make sure they’d never get concerned by your absence. threatened your friends if they tried to come see you. picks your support systems by the roots and cuts them off, little by little.

❥ hot and cold. one day he’ll be kind, kissing you lovingly on the cheek and whispering how much he loves you. the next day, he’ll ignore you completely, citing your behavior as the reason.

OLRUGGIO

❥ deceptive. originally, olruggio comes across as a blundering idiot. that’s his front, at least. however, every aspect of his first impression is a lie to conceal the true nature of his feelings.

❥ charismatic. olruggio could convince even the strongest-willed person to change their mind. his reputation proceeds him; and he often uses that as leverage.

❥ irrational. if you even mention the idea of leaving, he’ll become dismissive for a week until you tell him you were joking. his aloof demeanor hides his true obsession.

taglist! @qifreysbush @keeiiiozz @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved @cha0tic-auth0r

[anajudraws]

idia with his hair tied up simply because i have a soft spot for it

[passarinhw]

qifrey, olruggio, beldaruit ﹠ easthies x reader: how do they apologize after an argument?

꒰ sfw. fem!reader. easthies was somewhat physically and psychologically agressive—it's mentioned he held reader's wrist tightly and gave her silence treatment, that's it. age gap mentions on beldaruit's part. well, I didn't reread…… ꒱

As Qifrey breathed in the essence of dew left in the air, he followed the whimpers that could be heard from the farthest distance.

That somewhat unruffled temperament, to the point of emitting a glacial chill that would tighten one’s throat, had helped Qifrey when it came to keep someone quiet with a single stare. But now he had ministrated it to the wrong person.

“It’s darkening, it'll probably rain too…” he commented, pushing back the flora that surrounded your secret retreat. Blackened ebony tendons formed a living dome over your form—if Qifrey looked too much at those, the ripples on the trees would take the form of mocking smirks, a personification made exclusively to ridicule him.

He merely reached out with his hand, yet it was enough for you to retreat—not in anger, your pupils weren't dilated in that fashion. Actually, you seemed quite unquiet.

“I scared you, didn't I…” Now his usual looks were back. He sat on the grass with you and fixed your messy clothes—you had run away so eagerly just now, so they were crumbled and filled with leaves. He had pondered if it was better to leave you alone, but instead he allowed himself to be selfish and sought to slayer the weight as soon as possible.

“You did scare me, it's just that… you seemed a bit…”

“Off?”

You nodded.

“Well dear, that's quite the understatement.”

“But you didn't do anything, so-”

“Darling… some things are quite hard to let out, aren't they? But truth must be said, I didn't handle the situation like it was fit. Honey, you can tell me…”

You still hugged your knees, although now you were much more relaxed for the thighness in your grip had subsided.

“Oh, dear me.” He clasped his hands together, relishing on how comfortable you were getting. “Are you mad? Are you scared…?”

“Not anymore…”

Qifrey offered you his hand, which now you joyfully accepted. He hugged your arm, resting his face on your shoulder. At the vision of it, you flushed and turned around…

“You’re getting so warm now, hmm…? Dear, from now on that's the only kind of emotion I'll give you… perhaps we could find more overwhelming, yet pleasant ones, for you to savor…” he grinned.

So full of sorrow and mercifulness, and with such a trembling pulse, that his spells seemed to be drawn by somebody else—a much inexperienced person, possibly.

Olruggio rose from his chair, the ebony table before him adorned by crumbled ink smeared papers. His fingers tips went from his forehead to his chin as he massaged the heavy eyelids, messy beard and uncertainty away from his defeated grimace.

The moments passed swiftly and gloriously during the fleeting seconds of victory Olruggio experienced by the morning. But the forming of reddish eyebags on your face and the puffiness of your wet cheeks instantly disrupted his stillborn pride. Perchance he had used a too loud voice or cast an unpleasant remark without noticing.

Either way… it’s needless to say he should've been gentler. After all, he didn't hold himself in the highest position, you were certainly in a much adored location inside his heart. Therefore, it was enough of a reason to stop sweeping it under the mat and finally facing you.

You could only sniff after you had properly used up all your tears—chin resting on your knees as you tilted to see a small, glowing bird turning into tiny sparkles by your side. You turned back as your room’s door was slightly opened. Cleaning your eyes with your knuckles, you begun:

“Is it a new spell? It's very pretty!”

If you had met him with the expected hardness of a broken heart it'd have been much easier to remain on the lie he was dwelling in the past hours. However, you dared to glitter just like usual.

“I was planning on showing it to you, but…” he stepped fully inside—you felt his weight settling down by your side on the mattress.

“I annoyed you…” you uttered.

“No, I ended up hurting you… even though you're so kind to me, you see…” by holding your shoulder, Olruggio gently dragged you closer, turning you to face his form.

He held your hands, settling them so they'd be cupped. You looked up, wondering what was about to happen when he completed the circle of a spell unbeknownst to you—it gingerly took the form of a small hare, hopping onto your hands and oversprinkling into a composition akin to fairy dust once it laid on your nosetip.

Lord, it tickled so bad, but you couldn't help giggling both at the upcoming sneeze and how Olruggio was using fairy magic for such stuff. He was probably still working on it, therefore the terrible results of that dust.

“Why would you make it? It's so silly, certainly not something Olruggio of the Torch would craft with fire magic!”

He moved closer, kissing your cheek so strongly he had to hold onto your waist so you wouldn't crumble—actually he just wanted to squeeze you there.

“Let’s say I made it for a very lovely person…”

Although it was enough for you to understand he was sorry, he couldn't only go with that. Olruggio pulled you into a bone cracking hug, softened by his beard tickling your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You're too special for me to have treated you like that, do you forgive your silly Olruggio? He… I mean, I really want you back…”

You cackled, your face bursting with joyful tears. He was talking in the third person? Well… he must truly be sorry.

Beldaruit's room was the kind that mixed the gloomy with the grandiose: it was home of an exquisite type of decoration. It also had its share of masterful paintings, adorned with pearly arabesques. Either way, today was boring. He could count each glittering joy that he had collected, play with all his usual mirages, but none would satisfy that tingling feeling.

Actually, about those illusions he'd cast… he wasn't very fond of them now for he tried to use one to apologize, but your smile faltered the moment you noticed the glowing ends of his hair and the bubbles surrounding his vests.

He sighed, what a moron of an old man he was!

Wasn't the older side of any form of relationship supposed to be the mature one? The one who the younger partner would look up to and go to in search for any comfort? But it seemed like now you’d avoid his gaze to spare yourself from a trembling chin. Even the children could catch on to his change of behavior… perhaps if he hadn't been a coward.

Now, the great sage Beldaruit couldn't go like that for too long, especially not with the person he was the most fond of! It'd be a chore to find such a sweetheart like you, after all, no one could be his favorite like you were.

He wondered what you were thinking now, perhaps, given how gilt your heart was, you had already forgiven him, but he was too radiant to forgive himself like this.

You walked, circling the same area of that undersea miracle as you connected the fingertips of both of your hands, wondering, dreaming awake about the multiple ways you could go inside his chamber. Suddenly, you felt a tiny tap, a pixie-like touch to your shoulder. As you looked back, a small translucent butterfly fluttered by, following you incessantly.

It didn't lead you anywhere… you already knew where his place was, after all. But its transparent wings gained a cyan glow whenever you headed in a certain direction.

And, finally, when you found yourself a few meters away from him, the bug reached its most saturated hue, heading towards its kin that played around the sage. Beldaruit stayed still, watching a peaceful waterfront attentively.

“Oh, I'm too much of a wuss. You see…” he said, scratching his chin. “That illusion mishap… I suppose I should apologize about that first, it was more heartless than any sarcastic taunt I threw to you, my angel…” he opened his arm. “Come here? Please, don't be way too mean to me. It shows that I'd never bear to be treated like I treated you…”

You trotted towards the sage, throwing yourself onto his arms.

“My, as vivacious as a little goat!”

“Why are you here? I thought you'd be in your room!"

“Oh dear, no… no, I wanted to at least manage to show you something pretty to apologize for what I did…” he pulled you onto his chest, burying his nose on the top of your head.

“It seems like the old Bel was very mean to his favorite person! What a silly old man he is, treating a poor darling like you in such a ruthless manner…” he nodded to himself, pecking you sheepishly.

“That’s fine, Bel, I forgive you!” still, he furrowed.

“Hmm, no! That was too easy. Tell me something you want, anything!”

“Really, there's no reason-”

“Oh, hush! Do you want to fight again? I assure you I'm too old for it, I rather just spoil for the day…”

It is on a morning holiday that Easthies decide to martyr himself, feeling a sudden and unprecedented dedication to self-punishment. It was necessary to rummage through his memories, hunting in its collection for something that would motivate him to not linger in that position—with the hope of perhaps finding within it some trace that would finally prove to his core that that lethargy was not born of a naive daydream, but of a material, tangible form.

He could picture your image onto the flaring candles, you were even to blame for the static on his uncombed hair. Easthies had treated you like an outlaw, one who had stepped far enough not to be punished, but not too much to be properly handled.

His silent treatment hurt you the most. Having him daring only to look at you for an iota of a second whenever he passed by. Trying to simply greet him a good morning and being met with nothing but a quick furrow. It was painful. And he now felt failed for allowing himself to handle you with such an uncaring attitude.

That was he heard a rapping, a shy tapping upon his door. By opening it, he stared at your face for too long.

“I know you don't want to talk to me, but…” you fidgeted. “I’m sorry…”

Sorry, but for what? He was the one who had held your wrist tightly, the one who whispered quite the bitter message of how making amends was not a suitable path. Didn’t he also mention how you were holding him back from work when you stuttered to hold your point?

“I didn't want to annoy you… I won't talk to you ever again if you don't want me to…”

Well, perhaps he was actually very good at victim blaming, you even fall for it. Or maybe you just liked him a lot, didn't you? It hurt him either way, but you were hurt the most.

Easthies let you inside, closing the door behind you. He lingered still, until he allowed himself to crack that outer exterior.

“You shouldn't apologize, darling…” he massaged your face. You had never seen Easthies this bad—the last time he got this messy was during Silver Eve. His hair was still as graceful, but it was the tattle-tale of how much he was falling apart today.

“I was mean to you, wasn't I? Ignoring you like that… such a childish behavior. But I still called you a kid out of bitterness, didn't I?” He held onto your waist, pulling you atop of him as he fell onto the bed. You held yourself by playing your hands on the sides of the bedsheets that framed his neck.

Easthies pulled you further so you’d finally fall upon him. “I’m sorry, dearie… you know, I love you a lot, you're the most darling person in my life… yet I still…” his words tickled your ears, you could only giggle at it.

“Oh, smilling already, are we? I do deserve to be toyed with after that…” he grinned as you rose to then lie by his side.

“I’m not playing with you! You were tickling me by talking so close!” you begin to braid a random lock of his hair, of course he didn't mind.

“But now all I want is to be so close to you, my love…” he caressed your wrist, he still remembered how it seemed to redden when he released his grasp after that…

“That was the worst thing I could've done… now I'll only touch you like porcelain… ”

“You mean my wrist?” He nodded. “It barely hurt!”

“Whether it did or not is not our utmost goal here, love… I should never do that to whom I cherish the most, should I?”

“No…”

“Do you forgive me? Even my silence treatment…? Even you don't, dear, that's completely understandable-” you immediately hugged his neck tightly, he had to tap your back to be released and breath efficiently again.

“Of course I do! I like you lots, Easthies!”

“Oh, my darling girl. As for me, I don't ‘like you lots’, I adore you…”

[sovereigntyangel]

♡ 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐱 𝐆𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

requested by anon

── ໒꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ， basically just tooth rotting fluff headcanons when he fell in love, who confessed, etc. 🪽

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 would always try and be involved whenever you were around. It could be with children you were entertaining, apprentices of your own, or just casually coming across each other. Beldaruit sometimes just for the small chase would look for you. Once that love locket opened it could not be closed.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 would always try and be involved whenever you were around. It could be with children you were entertaining, apprentices of your own, or just casually coming across each other. Beldaruit sometimes just for the small chase would look for you. Once that love locket opened it could not be closed.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 experiencing dreams at night or day dreams about you that would make the hole he dug himself deeper in as days go on. As one of the wise, it’s no surprise when the others see just how bad you’ve got the poor man whipped for you.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 once close enough would court you in light but meaningful ways. One for instance, could be showing off his magic to you. Now it’s obvious Beldaruit was a master at magic, but seeing it to almost its full extent in such an ethereal way was breathtaking. Taking your hands in his as his thumbs gently caressed your hands. Expressing how he’ll show you as much magic as he can. For true love is something to be shared with along with others who hold such a close similarity to.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Growing more confident and bolder towards you. Calling you “dear” or “darling” when addressing you, helping you out if you had a problem, or if you were a witch with apprentices under your wing, he’d treat them like they were his own children. Sooner or later finding the courage to confess to you under the dark but starry moonlight scenery that he’s created for you. Stars flying across moonlit skies and winds carrying on ever so tranquil.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 confessing his love towards you first as he couldn’t contain it for any longer. Eager to express his feelings while being ever so soft like you were made of silk. Once you told him the feeling was mutual; Expressing your feelings aswell, goodness how he felt so light. So light that he couldn’t help but wish he could run and pick you up. Embracing you fully.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Trying his best to make time for you. Since you two were officially a ‘thing’ now, he wants to love bomb you every chance he gets when you’re around. It’s a gentle love bombing though. Proving that he wants this and wants you. He will never regret it in his life.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Seeing you as pure magic. Some were surprised on how he let you in his heart as they thought magic was his love one and only. Although, magic can only go so far to where your hands cannot reach. He needed your voice, your touch, your love to ground himself fully.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Keeping you in the Great Hall as in a way to see you more and make things easier. Of course he can use his own magic if you decide to take trips out of the Great Hall to let you go from one place to another without breaking any rules. He wants to see you a lot. Wouldn’t totally claim that he’s fully independent without you.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Letting you see his vulnerability. Since he goes by with a sealchair, whenever it’s time to rest or when he sits down, he lets you see just how vulnerable he is during that time. Enabling how he trusts you so much more than what you expect. Can you blame him though? He’d never think about you hurting him!

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Loving you endlessly it’s like popping in a sweet in your mouth and that sweet, sugary taste never leaves. Continuing to get stronger the more you taste it. Beldaruit would never get bored of you and would think you’re the embodiment of beauty and pure magic.

▐ @/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL 🪽 ， apologies if they’re any grammar issues! Was gonna post this earlier but omggg im so busy!

♡ 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇：@/cursed-carmine

[niinomae]

when neither of you are normal

[passarinhw]

qifrey, olruggio, beldaruit ﹠easthies x reader. sfw. fem!reader. I didn't reread it (my phone is 2%, I'll do it later, okay-)

now, what if you got your period on the worst way possible…?

The morning sun kissed away the deal, throwing its pearly glow all over the world. As the outside world opened to you, you laid beds in your shape whenever you laid down to roll through the meadow.

“Darling…” you were welcomed by a giggle muffled by slender fingers. “You’re going to get grass all over your hair…” you supported yourself on your forearms, rising just a bit of your upper body. Qifrey’s hand got closer, you quickly leaned for a headpat, but…

“See?” he smirked proudly, painfully aware of your broken expectation. As a token of your defeat, he held it up—a tiny leaf which just so recently dwelt amidst your locks. “You’re already making quite the clumsy flower crown atop your head.”

“No, fun! I’m here getting the best out of nature and you still mock me!”

“I could never mock you when you look so cute in those vests…” his ears twitched, “My vests…”

You victoriously hit your own chest with a closed wrist. “Hehe, your attire’s so girlish you didn't notice right away, did you?” To feed you into that delicious moment of vanquishing him altogether, Qifrey clapped excitedly.

“Dear me, I'd have never noticed it! Perhaps I was distracted by all the adorable expressions you're making today! They're being nicely framed by sunlight after all!”

Your brave countenance melted into a blushing mess. For Qifrey, it was because you had just been hit by his compliments, which counted as him winning once more. As for yourself… well, the praises did play a great part in it, especially since they came right before you noticed such a mess on your intimacy.

“Don’t look at me right now, I mean-” you shook your hands in the air, taking steps backwards—an effort you put to avoid allowing him to get a look at the back of the clothes you nimbly borrowed from him.

Either way, it wasn't like much could be done when a stray droplet of blood traveled through your left leg onto the grass.

“Oh dear, what do we have here…? How precious…”

You hugged your own knees, sitting on the floor in the most pathetic pose you could strike. “Sorry… I thought it'd be funny to get your clothes, forgive me…”

By listening to the sounds you made on the verge of crying, Qifrey placed a thin index on your chin, lifting it up.

“I said it was precious, didn't I? I apologize, I should not say such about a moment of cramps and drowsiness like this one.” you sniffed, cleaning your tears away with your knuckles before he cared for you with a handkerchief.

“All dried up, you're a big girl no, so calm down…”

“What? It's not my menarch-”

“But I'll always care for it as if it was this type of great event… now princess, let's get inside, I'll carry you…”

Whispers of reassurance were everything you heard until you fell asleep. You did dare to open up your eyes for a second, gazing at the blurry picture of a warm towel being settled upon that painful spot. “Oh my, you should rest…” Qifrey said, kissing your eyelids to force you to close them back.

Each step seemed to be taken with voracious effort; otherwise, you would fall asleep right there, on the cobblestones hardened and greened by summer moss. As support, Olruggio placed his calloused hands upon your shoulders.

“Easy there, you’re ‘gonna’ fall if you move another centimeters.” You said nothing z what earned you to be comically shaken by your shoulders, you could feel your brain hitting all the points of your skull.

“Hey, what's the matter with you? You look ridiculously tired…”

“I stayed awake to train a spell…” you giggled, scratching the back of your neck. “Forgive me…?”

He merely sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose—whenever you forgot to look after yourself, Olruggio took it as a personal offense.

“Let’s go, I was planning to take a nap now myself…”

“I better do it too, I don't want to get old like you…!”

He rolled his eyes, although your teasing towards his so called old age (according to you) never made him regret having a younger partner, not a tiny bit.

You felt like it was the best thing ever, although you still wondered why you seemed so sleepy. However, you didn't have much time to question yourself—sleep greeted your mind quite early, it’s just that dreamland could've been much gentler with you, well, who wants to deal with terrible tummy aches while asleep? Especially when they dare to drag you back to reality.

“It’s alright, I can deal with it…” was what you heard when you sat still and rubbed your eyes to shove sleep away. Suddenly, you realized that that sharp pain had crossed the dream world’s gate alongside you.

“You look quite disturbed, of course it could be a nightmare…” articulated him, afraid he was allowing himself to be too soft. It was when you pulled the duvets out of your lower body that you saw it—that color competing with your cheeks for the prize of most saturated red.

“I… I didn't mean to! It just wasn't supposed to be today, so-” you grabbed Olruggio’s shoulders, your clutching was way too hard and your tears rolled down your cheeks too awkwardly—you had to ugly cry just to make it worse…

Now, all fear of being too soft vanished in an instant. Olruggio pulled you closer, cupping your cheeks and squeezing them as roughly as he could.

“Alright, alright, you ‘gotta’ stop. It's just biology, you see…” he turned his back to you, fumbling with some trinkets he had stored close. When Olruggio was back, he gingerly pressed a warm, glowing stone against your abdomen. “I know the form is too… pointy for it, but hold it still… I'll fetch a napkin to wrap it in.” You merely hummed an affirmation—it was something he had created, right?

“I made it… but don't worry, I'll fix something that's… hmm, softer, like a pillow.” he nodded to himself. “Does it hurt, sweetheart…?”

Your upturned face seemed to get brighter again. “A lot…” you said with a cackle.

“Of course, of course it does. You see… go wash yourself, I'll change the sheets… I'll warm new ones, yes, it'll be nice if it's all warm for you, right?”

He stepped forwards, kneeling close and holding both of your hands on his. “You don't need to shy away…” you couldn't help but giggle when he began to purposely scratch his beard on your neck. “I’ll bake you something, sweetie. Tell me what you want, anything for the best girl in the world…”

Your days had recently been flooded by an avalanche of insurmountable worries—spells going wrong, lines extremely irregular even by the standards of your usual annoyed self. Something needed to be done, and you were pretty sure of what. By letting out your most dramatic sigh, you drifted towards Beldaruit’s lap, getting a nice tug on your waist from the older man. The sage was quick to giggle at your behavior—adorably needy, but he'd never mock you for such an amicable behavior.

“So, how is it going, love…?” asked him, with that wrinkled smile capable of vanishing any worry out of your spirit.

“Terrible, Bel!” you whined, burying your face on his chest. You were saying that more out of dramaturgy rather than from actual sorrow, after all he had just cured you instantly with his quaint illusion and playful grins.

“My, of course the great Beldaruit could never allow you to feel like such, should I? Let's start our meeting with a bunch of cuddles-” however, you felt something was deeply wrong on your undergarment. With furrowed brows, you pushed him slightly, afraid of making things worse than they already were (probably) about to become, you slowly lifted yourself from his lip. Oh dear—that’s the most embarrassing moment of your life, not even being pecked and bullied by that baby penguin by the end of your second test could be ever as bad as it.

“I’m sorry…” you sniffed, feeling your vision blurry through every watery blink of your eyelids. “I swear, it wasn't supposed to be today-”

While you were worried, acting like a dunce with all those messy excuses, Beldaruit simply set a quick gaze at the crimson spot on his pristine clothes. He was, for sure, caring enough to understand that facing it with his usual playfulness would shame you further, therefore, he just doddled a quick small water spell, which eased the redness on his uniform to a much lighter pink—great to soothe your current mindset for a moment.

“Oh, look at me, my dear…” he whispered tenderly, gesturing for you to sit down. When his hands found your shoulders, he gave you with a quick squeeze. “See? It can be easily taken care of, we have magic after all! But, about you… is your tummy hurting, angel?” Beldaruit inquired, cleaning your tears with a ring adorned thumb. You nodded, although anything you tried to say now sounded like a bunch of foreign words.

“Shh, that’s fine… I'll look after you, I might look frail, but I'm totally able to. Come here…” he kissed your forehead, easing your furrowed brow.

“You’re my favorite girl and nothing will ever change that… now dear, I don't want my favorite struggling with cramps! Also, your robes are most likely very besmirched by now, hmm? Let's get you into my favorite ones!”

“I can't draw anymore, my fingers are trembling!” Nothing seemed convenient that afternoon. Perhaps complaining about it wasn't the best idea, considering how stressed Easthies' nerves seemed after work. But you were no subordinate, you were sometimes that could easily spark his softer side, so why not abuse your power?

He sighed, sitting close to you while he set his hat aside. “I see, darling… I see…” he buried his face onto your neck—you smelled of chocolate and goat milk. “For someone so annoyed, you made the best out of the pastries I got for you.”

“I ate them all!” You proudly announced.

“I’ll get you more…”

“Wait… really?” your hands were clasped together instantly, as if you were praying it was no mean joke. He tisked.

“I believe I hold my word quite strongly, or else I wouldn't have the role I do, would I?” You jumped closer, brushing your face against his. Holding your hand, he helped you get up.

“Come here, you're now sitting on my clothes-” it was a bit weird… was that spot always a darker red compared to the rest?

“hmm, what's the matter?”

Before he stared at your face, Easthies held your waist, maneuvering you so he could check your back—yes, as he thought…

Your eyes followed his, well, that was quite the nuisance, nothing serious at all. You could accept besmirching your clothes, you were with Easthies after all, no problem. But he mentioned you were sitting onto his… didn't he…?

All you could do was hiding yourself onto his chest—perchance the last thing one would do right now was seeking solace on the person they had just bothered with their unexpected cicle. However, you still believed Easthies held you into the high regards, after all you were his beloved (as he called you whenever he was specially sensitive).

You muttered an apologize, withdrawing when you pondered the possibility of ruining his uniform further—now with tears…

“Good grief, it was only the insides, the outer area is fully clean…”

He was mad, wasn't him? “I’m sorry, I'll wash it-” yet, you only heard the sound of fabric being maneuvering from behind you.

“This way I can still cover you without calling unnecessary attention. I believe a bit did leak to the other side, either way, it was too faint to be noticed on a red fabric.” he kissed a tear away from your cheek.

“Does it hurt?” he asked sternly, which surprised you to the point of no answer. “I asked: does it hurt…?”

When you allowed yourself some time out of the embarrassing—yes, it did. You nodded like a child about to be grounded.

“Oh, darling… alright, it won't be like this for too long. I'll take you home.”

“But your work-”

“Do not utter a syllable. I'm also getting you something warm to eat, you liked that honey buns, didn't you?”

[lovegasmic]

switching it up a little but can i get a bff gojo x fem reader where reader moves on from having something with gojo??? it’s inspired by that one tik tok audio “does he make you laugh?” and the girl responds with “he doesn’t make me cry” and it could be angst IDK I NEED IT PLEASE

DOES HE MAKE YOU LAUGH ?

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 angst cw. f!reader, situationships breakup, Satoru is jealous jealous and very bad at showing his emotions. ( i wrote this with that one satosugu scene in mind help ) more bff Satoru

you weren’t doing that to him, right? there was no way Satoru saw you chatting and laughing with a guy over a cup of some unknown beverage at a nearby café, one where you both often got breakfast from.

but he couldn’t say anything, you were best friends, nothing more, nothing less, so —although incredibly appealing, causing a scene wasn’t in his plans. instead pacing in the solitude of your apartment from which he had a key, and if you were to bring that dude home, then Satoru would happily kick him out.

‘how long are you taking in coming back home? is your... stupid little date more important?’ he huffs to himself, the four walls of your living room his only comfort, observing his every move, every step and desperate check on his phone for news from you, even after sending you a text to hang out.

an hour, two hours, how long has it been? merely 20 minutes that feel like an eternity.

but you come back, making Satoru’s invisible puppy ears perk up at the sound of your footsteps and keys finding the doorknob, “hey, when did you get here?” you ask with an oblivious... gorgeous smile and the blue eyed desperate wants to kiss you stupid, to bruise your lips with his teeth.

“where were you?” he asks instead.

and you frown at the demanding tone, “...out?”

“you didn’t answer my texts”

“oh” a hint of understanding flashing through your eyes, “sorry, I was kinda busy”

giving into unfounded jealousy Satoru’s jaw clenches, “with who?” he takes a step closer, staring at your dumbfounded expression more clearly, another step closer, “i saw you with that guy, who is it?” one last step and he has you almost caged against the wall, your scent filling his senses, almost making him bend and slam you against the wall to kiss you, to make you remember you’re his.

“Satoru, what the hell is wrong with you today?”

“am I not enough for you?” although his voice is low and full of anger, there’s also a hint of vulnerability he’s not yet ready to show, not in this situation, not when his heart is about to break.

“Satoru, i—”

“does he treat you better than me?” he cuts you, “does he make you laugh?”

“he doesn’t make me cry”

he’s taken aback, the mask of anger melting under your defensive tone, “what?”

“i’m tired, Satoru, of... whatever we have, I want stability, not just a random fuck once every couple of days”

so that’s how you feel... that’s what you think of him... hasn’t he showed you how he felt? how much did you mean to him?

the words die in his throat like his heart, struggling to properly articulate his feelings, but... you’re hurt, he can see it in your eyes, just how long has he been driving you to the edge, with this constant back and forth, coming to fuck you just to get a new girlfriend days later. he’s an idiot, isn’t he?

so why can’t he just apologize? why is he stepping back, giving you room much against his will because he already misses your warmth and perfume?

“sorry” he mutters weakly, but sorry for what? for playing with you? for not being honest? for invading your space? perhaps all.

conflicted with realization, that he fucking loves you so much he’s struggling to breathe, mind in a haze as he steps towards your door and walks out without a word.

but if your happiness is not with him, then Satoru hopes that you find it with someone else.

[mystarstruckself]

Old Habits Die Hard

Qifrey x BrimmedHat!Reader x Olruggio 

Summary: You were only supposed to observe. Sit quietly, gather information, and leave without anyone noticing. Simple enough, except you forgot to account for the fact that Qifrey and Olruggio know exactly how you think. And now, thanks to one catastrophically backfired spell, you're not going anywhere at all.

Tags: Forced proximity, Tethered, friends to enemies to lovers?!, Brimmed hat reader, Shared history, It's so complicated, Olruggio and Qifrey being a united front, She's trying so hard to stay guarded, Slow burn, Found family if you squint

Warnings: Action scene, Minor injuries, Morally grey reader, Complicated loyalties

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You slid, ducking to avoid the onslaught of spells hurling towards you, courtesy of Qifrey. As annoying as his relentless pursuit of you was, you couldn’t deny that he was good. Scarily good, in fact. His sheer knowledge of magic theory allowed him to keep up with you even though he wasn’t utilizing any forbidden magic. 

You winced at the burn of a scrape against your leg.

Olruggio had momentarily disappeared again. Though this time you expected it. Their pattern was simple yet effective. Qifrey aimed to overwhelm and draw all focus to him. In the gaps in your concentration, Olruggio swung in with a powerful blow, trying to catch you off guard. It had nearly worked. 

Your eyes widened at the recognition of Qifrey’s pattern wavering, a sure indication of Olruggio’s pending attack, except it never came.

You flew back, angling your sylph shoes, thrown at the sight of Qifrey suddenly much closer to you than before. You cursed, hand clutching your pen ready to draw furiously before Olruggio barreled into you from behind.

Your sylph shoes disconnected from each other, sending you and Olruggio free-falling towards the ground. He gripped his hand against your shoulder, thumb biting into your collarbone, trying– and failing– to wrangle you into a still position.

“Stop resisting” He growled into your ear.

You thrashed, bringing your knee up to push against his stomach in an attempt to release his hands from your frame.

How bothersome. You were only supposed to bring intel for the Brimmed Caps. You really weren’t a combative witch. You hated going on missions that could warrant talking to people, forget getting into a fight with them. 

You yelled in frustration as Olruggio brought you into a crushing hug, trapping you beneath his muscled arms. You squinted trying to see through the spinning of your quick downward spiral.

That’s why you had liked this mission in the first place. It was quiet and easy. Just sit and observe the comings and goings of Qifrey’s Atelier, unnoticed. How hard could that be? Plus, you were extra qualified for the job given you knew Qifrey and Olruggio quite well considering how close you were back when the three of you were apprentices at the Great Hall. You knew how they worked, how they thought. So how had this gone so terribly wrong?

You yelped in pain as Qifrey collided hard into the pair of you, crushing you as he attempted to slow your quick descent while holding onto you with a vise-like grip. You groaned, trying to push away from Olruggio’s rough embrace onto to feel your back push against Qifrey’s unmoving front. You were sandwiched. 

You really weren’t a combat witch. They only sent you because you knew Qifrey and Olruggio better than the other Brimmed Hats. You truly knew them. And they knew you. That’s how they had trapped you so quickly. Afterall, you were only really good at crafting spells and what good was that talent in a fight? 

You couldn’t help but smirk, bitterly to yourself. 

What they hadn’t realized was that your crafting had come quite far in your years apart.

You shut your eyes, relaxing into their crushing hold. There was a spell you were quite eager to try. Why not try it now? 

You slowly wriggled your hand up to grasp your necklace– your last chance.

It was a repellent spell. It was simple really. So simple you were rather shocked no one else had thought it up. When activated, whomever or whatever was in direct contact with the user would be propelled far away. As if they were two positive poles on a magnet, theoretically.

You grimaced, hands hesitating against the cool metal of your necklace.

Theoretically, it would launch them away. Had you tried it yet? Not really. But the spell was self explanatory, and you had yet to craft a spell wrong, and really did you have another choice?

You steeled your nerves, fingers moving to rotate the wheel of the necklace, connecting the spell.

At first nothing changed. 

You unfurrowed your brows, biting your lip in confusion, wrapped between the two men, hurdling to the ground, before a sudden burst of brilliant light blinded you.

You felt their grips loosen slightly before leaving you entirely at the feeling of searing heat at the spots their hands just were.

You couldn’t help the scream of pain that left you at the blistering heat.

Though you supposed you should be glad that it at least worked. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to be too pleased. Why had it burned so horribly? That didn’t make sense. Something must have been off. But, at least, you were no longer being trapped between two broad chests anymore.

As quickly as the hands on you were gone, Qifrey crashed back into you, bracing his arms beneath the crook of your knee and the small of your back as he slammed his Sylph shoes together slowing the pair of you down just short of hitting the ground hard.

He groaned in a mix of relief and frustration before letting you push out from his grip.

You turned away from him quickly only to be met by Olruggio rubbing his forearms with a pained expression, presumably from the effects of your spell.

You paused, brows furrowed in thought.

So they had felt the heat too? But if that were true then they would have gained the same you did from the spell. So why weren’t you launched away from them? Or perhaps the effects nullified? 

“What was that?” Qifrey rasped, rubbing at his sternum. He stood hunched over as if his body were begging him to collapse but his mind refused to let you go.

You dully registered Oruggio's determined stomp towards your direction before you instinctively stumbled back, still reeling from the effects of your ineffective spell.

He paused as if reevaluating whether getting into another chase with you was a smart idea, or something he would be able to even keep up with. You were always annoyingly good at running away from them.

Not giving him the liberty of deciding, you turned on your heel, breaking into a sprint away from where the three of you had crashed.

That blasted necklace. What a terribly crafted spell, you cursed yourself.

You risked a look over your shoulder, more to reassure yourself that you could get away. Yet, instead of them chasing quickly at your heels you watched as they stood unmoving, right where you had left them.

You scoffed. 

You must have tired them out.

That was a step up, you supposed. Back in your training days they used to run circles around you when it came to sparring. Though that hadn’t necessarily changed. You had just found ways to adapt.

You felt it before it happened. A sort of pull in the wrong direction, as if you were being repelled by some force– like the ink of a spell was fighting back. 

You made it maybe ten steps before the air solidified against you, hard. It wasn’t a wall exactly, more like the wrong end of a magnet.

You yelped in surprise, bracing yourself as you fell backwards.

Still, the pull didn’t go away. You winced, rubbing your chest in attempts to dispel the magnetic-like yank before your body started to move, dragging back towards where Qifrey and Olruggio were still standing. 

You scrambled into a sitting position, digging your heels and palms into the soil in a desperate attempt to stop the force dragging you back to them to no avail. You sped up faster and faster before colliding into Olruggio’s, now crouched, form.

He grunted at the force of the impact winding one arm around your waist and bringing the other to catch himself.

You feel a shiver run through you at the feeling of his strong forearm pinning you tight to him. Your own hands moved to rest against his arm as if to pull it away, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You look up, squinting through the sun to stare at Qifrey, hovering over you. There were deep lines of stress in his face, present even as a child but more pronounced now. The once light and airy smile he once reserved for you was now a hard set line.

You groan, more in annoyance as you collapse back into Olruggio’s front, huffing.

Of course, the one time you want to try a new spell it just has to backfire entirely.

“What’s going on?” Olruggio rumbled, sending pleasant shockwaves through you at the feeling of his hum hitting your back.

Your gaze remained trained on Qifrey. How long would it take him to figure it out, you wonder. He was always clever when it came to deciphering the way you thought. 

“This is one of your spells isn't it?” He ventured to guess, nudging his head towards the invisible wall you had hit.

You sighed, dusting off your clothes, more so that you had something to do rather than just sit, trapped between Olruggio’s hold and Qifrey’s stare. 

“Yeah.” You offered, lamely.

The three of you plunged into a heavy silence, disturbed only by the rustle of your movements.

Unfortunately, it was one of your spells. Honestly it was quite impressive. You had never crafted a spell that backfired so horribly that it did the exact opposite of what it was intended to do.

Qifrey crouched down to your level, though he wasn’t looking at you, but rather your necklace. You couldn’t help but hold your breath as he moved to grab the cool metal with delicate fingers, grazing them against the flesh of your neck. 

He scrutinized the spell, leaning forward in his own focus until his face was mere inches from yours. You flushed, squirming in Olruggio’s hold.

“Olly, you can let me go, you know.” You gritted, angling your head back in attempts to catch Olruggio’s eyes. 

“And risk you running again? No thanks.” He deadpanned, not unkindly. 

You oddly found yourself glad at that fact before shaking your head, cursing at yourself. You had left them. They weren’t your people anymore. They shouldn’t be kind and you shouldn’t crave their kindness.

“You can let her go. She won’t run– she can’t.” Qifrey concluded, dropping the necklace, allowing it to thump back against your chest, though he didn’t move back.

“Your spell was quite wrong.” 

Olruggio loosened his grip, but also chose not to move.

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you stretched your neck, relieving it from its soreness. 

“Really?” You offered, uninterested.

You couldn’t help but bask in the comfort of their presence. You should be repulsed or even alarmed by how close they were, but all you felt was familiarity. A dull ache of remembrance at how life used to be.

“Next time you should use a sort of binding spell on yourself. Something that would make you temporarily impossible to hold onto.” Qifrey continued, ever the critique.

You felt a brow quirk up in amusement, “I thought you were against forbidden magic?”

“I am.” He corrected, voice suddenly sharp. “But that never seemed to stop you before.” You couldn't help but wince at his sudden tone switch. 

You had always found yourself rendered useless in anxiety when Qifrey would switch to the meaner version of him, threatening and erasing memories. Though usually, it was never aimed at you.

“Can someone explain what the hell is going on?” Olruggio grumbled.

You looked towards Qifrey, almost instinctively, to find his gaze already focused on you.

You sighed, turning to better face both of them.

“I wrote a new spell. One that would repel whomever was touching me. But, it backfired and instead I’m bonded to them.” 

Olruggio stared at you blankly before moving his gaze to Qifrey as it to verify what you were saying.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not lying.”

“Well, it’s not like you haven’t lied to us before.” Olruggio bit back without missing a beat.

You bit your tongue, looking down to your nails.

They weren’t wrong. You had lied. You had abandoned them. You had switched sides.

“So what then?” 

You look up at the sound of Qifrey’s question. 

“How long does it last?”

You furrowed your brows, wracking your brain for some answer you could give them.

You hated this. You hated not knowing something that you were supposed to be a master at. What could you possibly tell them? That you didn’t know? That you had acted rashly just as you always had? You were supposed to be changed– better. That’s why you were with the brimmed hats, afterall. What would they think when they realized you had acted just as stupidly as you used to act.

Qifrey brought his hand up to poke, noncommittally at your cheek. 

You looked up at him to find his gaze trained on you expectantly. 

How could they stand to look at you with something akin to kindness? How could they not feel anything but red hot anger? 

You turned to look at Olruggio. If you squinted you might even dare to say he was looking at you with a look of distant fondness.

You felt your stomach twist. 

“I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know?” 

“No.”

The three of you sat in silence. You fiddled with the blades of grass under you. 

How would this even work? Would you stay at the Atelier? Would you become close to those four girls of theirs? Or would the brimmed hats track you down? You had become somewhat valuable to them, your innovations fueling a lot of their movement. How would they react when you didn’t come back at the end of the week? “Stay.” Qifrey’s voice came out so quiet you almost missed it.

You stared at him in shock. He wanted you to stay? After everything? After all the time that passed? After what you had become?

You turned to look at Olruggio, craving a confirmation from him too. 

He stared back at you with furrowed brows. 

“And when the brimmed hats come back for her?”

You flinch at the accusation in his voice, no matter how true it was.

“I don’t know. What choice do we have though?” Qifrey questioned, voice hushed as if trying for a semblance of privacy.

Privacy from you.

You felt something twist bitterly in your stomach. Suddenly, for the first time, you felt as if you were on the outside of your little trio.

They argued back and forth for a little longer before turning their attention back to you. You can’t help but flush under the heat of their stares.

Olruggio cleared his throat, “Fine. You stay. Just until we figure this–” He gestured between the three of you.

Qifrey pushed off the ground, dusting his clothes off before holding his hand out to Olruggio and then to you.

Just like old times. You see the realization hit him too. How natural it felt. As if no time had passed at all.

You stare at it before pushing off the ground yourself, leaving his hand suspended and empty.

“The atelier is just past this hill.” Olruggio mumbled.

“I know.” You respond before you could think.

“Right.” Olruggio offered back, awkwardly.

You cursed yourself as the two began the trek back.

How could this possibly work? You would be stupid to delude yourself into thinking things would be how they used to. The two of them were as close as ever– closer even. And you were a brimmed hat. 

You gasp at the now familiar pull in your chest, yanking you hard into Qifrey’s back. He stumbled, huffing in surprise at the force of your speed. Olruggio turned, closing his hand around your waist and Qifrey’s chest in attempts to stop the momentum of your collision.

“Sorry– sorry” You spluttered, blushed red in embarrassment. “I’ll keep up.”

Olruggio sighed, turning away from you to keep walking, followed quickly by Qifrey.

They didn’t wait for you, but they didn’t have to. 

You knew your way home.

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