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What do I write?
Mainly fluff, soft headcanons, or situations.
Nothing heavy (nsfw/ toxic relationship) but sometimes I may include suggestive content or toxic behavior (I'll put advertising at the start) but never explicit writing.
Before you ask
I don't take requests, but I accept people headcanons about characters from fandoms I'm into, so feel free to leave them on the box, if I like your prompt I may ask your permission to write something about it, but again I don't take requests.
Among all the things that eat away at me about orufrey is how wrong Olruggio is about Qifrey's feelings for him, due to the repeated memory wipes. How he probably thinks that Qifrey isn't interested in him (while Qifrey actively pines and yearns for him), that Qifrey doesn't like to be held close (while Qifrey constantly holds himself back from touch out of caution and not aversion to touch), that Qifrey doesn't know or doesn't acknowledge how Olruggio feels for him (while Qifrey fights to live in order to honour Olruggio's sacrifice for him).
Like just the fact that Olruggio genuinely wants to be with him and after all this time he's convinced Qifrey doesn't and will never reciprocate, and still stays by his side because just being allowed that is enough. And just how wrong that is. How Qifrey is determined to make a fulfilling life for himself and be free of the silverwood so to not let Olruggio's multiple sacrifices go to waste. Olruggio knows nothing but respects Qifrey enough to not impose unless other people are put at risk. Qifrey knows everything but cannot speak out of risk of death. His way of honouring his sacrifice is by letting him think his love is unrequited. And that is something Olruggio consented to, but forced himself to forget.
How relieving it must have been for Olruggio, to know Qifrey feels the same, but also how devastating to know this love is what kills him. And so he chooses to forget that. To carry a burden of feeling that his love is unrequited, as a mere sample of the burden Qifrey carries. Partners in pain.
I love reading orufrey fics but even some of my fave orufrey fics have “qifrey’s eyes met-” no “Olruggio looked into his eyes” incorrect “qifrey’s eyes widened” my man has one eye just the one
initially was just going to draw arkco but before i knew it was already drawing the rest of the family, i love them all too much.
the reason i haven't made any future wha designs before is that it's so hard to predict where this story is going to go! we don't even know if magic will still be a thing by the end of it, i drew these with that in mind so that these designs would still work if they end up not being witches anymore. that being said, if coco and agott end up following qifrey and olruggio's steps i'd like to see agott as a teacher and coco as an inventor+her watchful eye. agott is smart, good with kids, likes cute spells that would make her students smile and has a tender side to her. coco wants to help people more than anything and we've seen how passionate she is about using magic for the benefit of people whose needs are often sidelined. (WHA SPOILERS in the next sentence) if qifrey ends up going blind i believe coco and olruggio will always be coming up with new inventions to make life easier for him. plus the spell that first made coco fall in love with magic was one of oru's inventions, i think she takes after him in this sense.
in this future au i like to think agott and coco build their atelier close to qifrey and olruggio's and live there with coco's mom and agott's students. the color palette for coco and agott's designs takes inspiration from orufrey's black and white/yin and yang complementary outfits, except for them the colors are green and purple! coco's outfit borrows elements from both her mom and qifrey's clothes. agott's has hints of olruggio, coco's mom (who i think she would grow close to) and her own mom (can't wait to learn more about their story). i think coco and agott will probably have a lot of different hair lengths throughout their lives but i love their bob haircuts a lot so i just kept them and updated them a little (coco's is slightly shorter and agott's slightly longer).
tetia will probably fulfill her dream of traveling the world to help people and richeh will continue creating original pieces that feature her trademark magic after her silver eve success. of course, they always come back to the naakiwan downs to visit♡
"Be on the side that saves people. If both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. Save the weak, protect the orphaned. You might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but... saving others is something just a bit wonderful."
Can I request platonic Olly and Qifrey (separated ) that have an aprentance that is like Aggot², very self critical and very overworking. If it would be okay for the aprentance to be around teen-ish years, 15-17 (I suppose that would also mean that reader would be Qifreys first and oldest apprentance and would help the girls). And would need constant reminders and light scolding to stop being so harsh to themselves.
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platonic!qifrey ﹠ platonic!olruggio x gn!reader ꒰ sfw. they act like father figures. ꒱
*Haii, anon! I supposed the reader is olruggio's apprentice on his part? I went with that, but I can fix it if you wish so. I hope it fit your tastes 🤍 also, sorry for the delay, Tumblr is bugging A LOT… I didn't know if you wanted hcs or a fic so I made both :3
You were, by all means, a child. Even if you denied such with fierce commitment—if only you would apply that much strength into your sense of self-preservation…
Qifrey, by no means, ever regretted sheltering you under his cloak, even if you proudly announced how grown up you already were and tisked at any chuckly response;
You were no child, you said, still you needed Qifrey to look after you—he was there reminding you to eat, making sure you’d follow a healthy sleep schedule or handling the bruises you’d get from meddling with spells way pass your current level;
Nonetheless, he adores you. Even if your red faced self claims to despise all the “dears” and “sweethearts” thrown on every sentence (because they sound “childish”), he will still soften up whenever handling you, because, at the end of the day, you deserve all his dotting;
When he took in new apprentices, you saw on them a chance to grow further—helping Tetia with the conceptualization of her “dreamily” spells; reassuring Riche about how learning the rules could make you break them more efficiently; holding the back of Coco’s hand whenever she was circling her spells…
And then there was Agott, who was painfully similar to you—for Qifrey you two acted like brush buddy, you, the older one, teaching Agott to squeak earlier and louder. But you still berated her for stuff you had done (and still did);
When Qifrey made his mind to take the 5th test and become a teacher, Beldaruit’s mutterings centered on how much of a softie he was for going down that path. Qifrey tried to disregard it, but either way, teaching young folk did spark a nice feeling in his chest—and it was when you came along.
Furrowing, taking firm steps, yet still hiding underneath his cloak when you were first introduced to you self proclaimed “grand master” Beldaruit—you set out to act like a fierce little thing over mere delays or occasional mishaps that, according to Master Qifrey, were to be expected in your age.
As winter frosts slew each passing July, Qifrey expected your mental faculties to mature. Perchance you were an early bloomer who, once reached the age designed for the misadventures you craved, would turn stationary. But the yearning to overcome you “lackings” never faded, actually, you only headed towards less fitting things.
You thighned your wrist—those calloused fingers still bothered you even after years to get used to them. You'd need to be careful so no ink would get in the bruises on your palm—bruises which were multiplying, for you thought taking time to handle those ailments meant losing moments you could spend studying. You just helf your pen tighter, wanting to use that discomfort to distracted yourself from your grounding.
Really? Getting punished simply you were skipping a few meals to study? It was not fair in your mind. Now you had to see the little ones going on missions with Qifrey as you were forced to remain inside.
As you circled another spell, you were haunted by a hair pull, which destroyed your drawing.
“Hey, stop with that-” for your surprise, it wasn't Tetia using brute force to make you head downstairs and eat (a task she had assigned herself with since they discovered your poor habit), but instead it was a grumpy Qifrey holding up a hairbrush.
“My, you didn't brush your hair today, did you…?”
You ignored him for a few seconds as you fetched a blank paper, redrawing the spoiled spell. “Is it so visible?”
Qifrey sat behind you, tidying your hair locks. “It isn't the point, dear. You could be looking like a wet brush buddy… as long as you were enjoying yourself…”
Why was he still treating you like a kid? And what about enjoying yourself? The atelier wasn't a playground.
You got up.
“Oh, may I know where are you going, little Miss…?” now you had managed to get crossed arm Qifrey out of his cage, his left foot tapping the floor.
“I’m going out to test some spells…”
“At this hour…?” he reached, pulling your wrist with a feather touch.
“Listen, I'm not a kid anymore, alright-” you proclaimed, harshly removing your skin from his hold. “I’m almost a full fledged witch! You should start to treat me accordingly!”
Still, Qifrey regained a hold of your arm, his hands traveling from your knuckles to your palm. “Oh, precisely, sweetie. However, I wonder if an almost full fledged witch should go around risking an infection on their palm, would they? Now, let’s look after those.”
You looked away burning in shame.
“You see… the girls told me you have been going out to test spells when I'm asleep.”
The clinking of glass and swirling bandages were a morbid mirage during the revelation that adorned your spine with a phantomwise chill. They told him…? But you promised to help them out with a brush buddy!
“Are you mad…?”
“What do you think?” He threw you a disarming glare, commanding you to show off your bruised palm.
“Do not harbor any mean feelings for them, darling. I swear they're wishing you the best, just like I do.”
“If you were wishing me the best you'd be letting me practice to become the best version of myself!”
“I never thought anyone would baptize a ruined dominant hand and four sleeping hours per night the early stages of a girl’s ‘best version.’”
Now, you need to give him that…
“Come here, darling…” Qifrey surrounded your shoulders with his arms, giving you a squeeze which was too much to bear without smiling like a kid.
“What will it be now…?” you began.
“I’m already grounded after all, so what? Not getting any buns from the great hall?”
He giggled. “Any allowance Beldaruit sneaks inside your pockets are hence confiscated!” you rolled your eyes.
“Just joking, darling! Just joking! Actually, we could sleep together!”
“Is it the punishment…?”
“Well, I can't have you sneaking out. What is a better way to keep an eye on you? Besides… the first day you came here you were still scared of ghosts.”
You accepted, you didn't need to get your face painted cherry red anymore for tonight, after all.
In all honesty, Olruggio lacks a variety of self-care habits. Therefore, when Qifrey became aware of you—Olruggio’s very first apprentice—he earned for you to be the one about to put some sense on that man’s head;
However, even if your presence did affect Olruggio positively, it was rather because you were way worse—leading him to rethink his own faults in order to neatly fold you into a more reasonable little one;
Olruggio thought that it was what Qifrey most likely passed through with Agott. He held back from introducing you to Qifrey’s students—just thinking of that silver haired menace giggling about how “Olly got quite the fitting apprentice”…
But after seeing how much the girls grew to appreciate you (and by also noticing how Agott herself would, at times, take you as an example of what not to do), he pretty much regretted not showing you off sooner;
To be honest, I believe such a reader would be more harshly scolded by Olruggio. Not because he isn't a softie (trust me, you’d be the apple of his eye), but because… well. He doesn't want you to grow like him, you see…
You might feel quite belittled by Olly. If he takes you out, then he's assigning a pretty “heartless” thing for you to do (think about how he told Agott to just warm up the people during the river incident)—he wants to uproot that annoying, destructive persona inside you as soon as possible.
“I’m not interested in becoming a master.” said an Olruggio of yore—one of less lilac eyebags, one of a foggy time, pictured in sepia memories long before you entered his place.
But, to the misfortune of a soul already afflicted by all sorts of worries, you turned out to claim your place with a voracious appetite for growth and twisted development.
Used up ink cartridges, a uniform with its ends so tattered by the contact with the contractions of newly found spells—you had shaped your mind into a rancid turmoil of self inflicted punishment. Each achievement was slew of yours by the smallest mistakes you happened to commit, forcing you to go past the barriers Olruggio settled just to regain a sense of utility.
You were unbearable.
You despised the straightest lines, for they were too unnatural. You cast aside the crooked one, for they lacked character.
If you saw a spell designed by someone else, it was a masterpiece. But the moment you drew it as well, even exceeding your usual artistry, you’d focus too much on what it could've been, rather than on the work lying before your eyes.
And, the worst, you hated being called a child, even if in Olruggio’s head you'd always be his little one.
“I already showed you I can do this!”
He sighed, his face on his palms as he took deep breaths. “Listen here, I know.”
“If you do, then-”
“But you don't deserve to, not when you keep throwing tantrums like this.”
That was when you broke down. Tatrums? You were merely standing your own ground, like you had done a hundred times before. You were asserting what was rightfully yours to take—a chance to move to the next test, even if your last one had happened not even two months ago.
“Why are you rushing this bad? Do you want to get hurt? I'll never forget how you drew those terrible lines on your sylph shoes just to fly faster than anyone. What's it? Trying to show off?” that was atrocious. Now, if he saw you as a kid, you’d act like such.
Throwing your hat to the ground, you headed upstairs and wondered: showing off? Was that how master Olruggio saw you? As a prisky little girl excited to showcase the world how wonderful her magic was? It was nothing like you! You just didn't want to stay behind, to put it simple.
“Why make a big deal out of it…?” you said aloud, drying your cheeks with your knuckles and slamming your room door open.
Your discarded spells lied on your bed, you just pushed them to the floor and took your place on the mattress.
He knocked upon your door, the following silence settled between you and gave Olruggio the token he needed. With your hat on his hands, he fixed your hair just to set it atop of you again.
“A witch should never remain without their hat…” he patted your back, allowing you to nestle near. “You see, I wanted to tease you. I know you're no show off…”
“Then can I-”
“No.”
“But I didn't even finish-”
“Nuh-uh! Absolutely not! I already have in mind all the terrible things you've got under your sleeve. Also, look at this room! Couldn't you at least tidy it up?”
“Hmmm… my room looks a lot like yours…”
“Well, that's the problem!” he sighed, pulling you onto his lap for a quick scolding.
“You see, dear… when I said that about you showing off I just wanted to cut off your wings, per say. You fly too fast, even for your own good.” Olruggio caressed your back as he talked, making sure you wouldn't find it belittling—it gave you the contrary feeling, but that's alright, you were up to be a kid now.
“I could've worded it better, of course… I'm sorry, sweetheart…”
You hugged his shoulders, feeling the tension on your limbs wither.
“You haven't been sleeping or eating properly, I need to fix it. We don't want you to end like me, do we…?”
“It depends… if I…” you gulped. “If I get to become as skillful as you…”
That warmed his heart, yet still.
“Well, let's make you skillful and healthy! Remember you talked back to me? No desert for a week.”
Now, that got you blushing in the uncutest way possible.
