YOU LOOK SWEET, AND I HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF A SWEET TOOTH.
PAIRING | qifrey x reader | olruggio x reader
REQUEST | can I request Qifrey and Olruggio with an shy/ introverted partner, please?
NOTE | im not sure if you meant a fic or a headcanon so im gonna go ahead and mix both LMAO also notice the qifrey and olruggio matchy banners hehehe
qifrey finds your shy demeanor very endearing!
he would very much be your spokesperson if need be. you need to buy something but are too shy to ask around for it? he's already leading you to where you need to go. ordering food? he has your order memorized before you can tell him what you want. you know what, he's going to cook whatever you want, just say the word. he's gotchu, no questions asked.
loves to watch you try to step out of your comfort zone though!
you're asking for directions on your own despite your shaky voice? he's right behind you, squeezing your hand in encouragement. you're teaching his apprentice something even if you have no experience in teaching? he's smiling so proudly, patting your head after and telling you that you did great.
loves your reserved characteristics. he likes the thought of being the only one to know what really goes on in your mind. it's like you're inner self is a secret he can keep for himself. he's very selfish when it comes to your attention. he loves knowing that he's the only one who really knows the real you.
qifrey knows you don't like mingling too much, so he's very observant of your comfort in the presence of a crowd. he knows the look in your eyes when you're internally asking him to get you out of a situation, which he gladly does.
also finds it so endearing when you turn shy on him.
a kiss on the cheek and you're already shying away from him? oh no, he's tugging you in his arms, there's no escape when qifrey gets in affectionate.
he knows you so well already, that even if you try to hide, he can tell what you feel deep inside and reassures you that there's nothing wrong with the way you act.
love, love, loooves to fluster you!
“am i doing this right, master?”
“huh? oh- um- ye yes!”
qifrey breathes out a quiet laugh at the stammering of your voice, watching with so much fondness how you gently guide coco's hand to draw in the right angle even with your own shaky hands.
you've never outwardly said that you'd join him as a teacher in his atelier when he first started, feeling pressured when they listen to you speak. also, the title of ‘master' is a heavy role, one you claim to be unworthy of. (qifrey begs to differ) but when the girls had asked you to teach them a certain wind magic you made, your poor heart can't possibly say no to their pouty lips and starry eyes.
“your theory on wind magic and pressure is much easier to understand than master qifrey's.” tettia hums, placing her own drawing in front of you for you to inspect.
qifrey pretends not to hear what she just said, in favor of watching you with an adoring eye.
“well… i think everyone perceives magic in a number of ways unique to themselves.” your voice was small, so is the gentle smile on your face, but it seems your words meant so much to the girls. they all seem to absorb your words deeply, even agott seems to look at you with immense focus.
you shrink from their looks, intimidated by the amount of attention these small girls can give. yet, you still try to satiate their curiosity regardless of your anxieties.
pride occupies his heart so much he feels it would overflow into his actions.
a little later after your impromptu lessons, you busy yourself with tidying up the common room. you were sitting on the floor organizing the unused papers scattered across the coffee table when he suddenly wrapped his arms from behind you.
“qifrey!”
he chuckled against the side of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair with each breath he takes. he could sit here for hours, his body flushed against every crevice of yours, fitting like a glove. he'd hold you like this forever if he could.
“you did great with the girls today.”
“you think so?” you're face showed doubt, hands playing with the elongated ribbon from your hat. “i… i hope i didn't disappoint them.”
oh heavens, have mercy on qifrey's heart for it is ready to surrender into your palms in a pile of sweetly goo.
taking one of your hands in his, his lips kissed your knuckle with such tenderness, a playful and sincere twinkle in his eye when your quiet gasp reached his ears. he can feel the way your fingers slightly tighten its grasp.
“my love, you did fantastic. you've been pushing yourself outside of your comfort zone lately and i think you've done a great job! there's no need to fret, even if it all went wrong, i will be sure to be by your side no matter the results.”
two peas in a pond! the two of you are both shy in your own ways! it's ok though, you can be both awkward together and it'd still look adorable.
he's the “they asked for no pickles” meme.
ould fight anyone that would make you feel uncomfortable in any circumstance!
overprotective! watches all the people around you with great caution and suspicion, he takes your comfort really seriously and will stand between you and whoever's bothering you.
imagine someone tryna talk to you and he's just standing right behind you with a pensive face and all too scary dirty look staring into the poor fellow’s soul.
also loves your shy and reserved demeanor!
there's a fluffy feeling in his chest at the thought that you'd only ask him for help and it's him that you always go to, a feeling so special he wants to cocoon you in his arms and a blanket. it makes him feel warm whenever you turn to him with pursed lips, quietly asking for his help.
the man will stammer through his words but he will go through it for you!!
he doesn't always coodle you though. he encourages you to do your thing, giving you a little push whenever the girls have questions for you, asking you for your opinion out loud in a conversation just so the others turn to you to listen. he accompanies you when you have to purchase something instead of doing it for you, standing beside you like an anchor.
“at this point, we're not going to this picnic at all.”
qifrey sighs, watching the girls bicker back and forth, choices upon choices of foods to bring for the picnic flowing from their mouths like a river. they just won't get along when it comes to which food to bring and qifrey would not want to have too many to bring. it would be a mess to carry all that and clean afterwards.
olruggio, cranky and grumpy from the lack of sleep and too much noise, turns to rest a hand on your waist.
you haven't said a single word amidst the war between the girls, but he can see the way your eyes flutter to the carton of eggs on the other side of the kitchen counter. if his memory serves him right, you were craving some egg sandwich a few days ago.
olruggio rubs his thumb on the curve of your waist, before clearing his throat garnering the attention of the girls.
“hey, i think our resident wallflower would like to make us something for the picnic.”
“huh?” startled, you turn to him with widened eyes. “i… do?”
“really!?” as if on cue, the girls turn to you with sparkling eyes, food choices out of their minds as they wonder what you'd make.
“um… i could make us some egg sandwich, if that's alright?” you turn bashful at the six pair of eyes looking at you, one of them with so much sweetness it makes you feel so light headed. you desperate hope you don't faint sooner from olruggio's stare. “and fruit salad too… i guess.”
“can we have cheese in both!?” tettia ask with a beaming smile.
“o-of course!”
“we can help too!” coco, ever so considerate, scurries with the rest of the girls to the kitchen. you follow behind quickly, worried that they might be too energetic and make a mess of the kitchen.
olruggio slouched in relief, a contented smile on his face while watching you and the girls go about making food, with you helping then around with their task despite your nervousness.
he's just so proud to see you go out of your comfort zone with people you love.
