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Choso’s baby girl gets her ears pierced ⊹˚. ♡ ꒰ ib @torubeetle ꒱
Choso doesn't know how he ended up here, being forced to watch his precious daughter be stabbed not once but twice!
Okay, maybe he was overreacting; she was just getting her lobes pierced, but still! His sweet daughter was going to feel pain, and she wanted it!
“Sweetheart, are you sure?” He asked, eyes darting between his daughter and you — his wife. The very wife who talked him into coming and witnessing the ‘rite of passage’ for your daughter. Choso thought you just wanted to torture him.
Your daughter beamed, practically vibrating in excitement. “Yeah, i even picked out these cute earrings, look!” She had been begging to get her ears pierced for months now, who were you to say no to such a cute face?
“Choso,” you intertwined your hand with your husband's own clammy one, “She’ll be fine. For God's sake, the girl is nine,” you mused, nudging him with your hip lightly. He sighed, eyes already glassy, “It’s going to hurt her…” he whispered, watching as they prepared the piercing gun. His voice wavered, “She doesn't even want to hold my hand…”
You pressed your lips to his cheek, reassuring him that she was growing up and maybe she wanted to be a “big girl.”
Suddenly, he knelt in front of her chair, gently taking her hands into his own, larger ones. “If you change your mind, tell me. I'll get you out of here whenever you need to,” his voice was softer now, almost frightened. Your daughter only giggled, waving him off with a smile.
A tiny click echoed the studio, then another.
Choso flinched, watching in complete agony as your daughter's eyes watered. Every decision that led him to this moment flashed before his eyes; he should've pushed back on this now his baby is hurt and —
“Dad! Look how cute it is!”
She practically leapt up from the chair, rushing over to show off the new silver studs that sat in her lobes. Choso stared for a long moment before releasing a breath he didn't even know he’d been holding.
“You're still my baby…”
You rolled your eyes, “Cho, she's nine.”
He gently brushed a stray hair behind her newly pierced ear, careful not to touch the fresh wound.
“She’ll always be my baby.”
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✦ . ⁺ ( major witch hat atelier manga spoilers below ! based on this thought that i had .) qifrey the witch and his belief that your eyes are the windows to his soul. ⊹︰₊ some fluff, mostly angst.
༢ུ qifrey has always made a strong point to look people in the eye during important moments. it was a hard-to-kill mannerism that the wise of teachings had instilled in him as a child, with much patience, and with maturity stuck the habit of making eye contact.
he does it when you two argue, though rarely does it happen. qifrey will never deny either of you the much-needed chance to cool off, but he makes sure to look you square in the eye, never forcing your face closer but in turn always moving his own so he is directly in your line of sight when he explains his reasoning for whatever may have happened. he has never let you go to sleep angry with him, and vice versa.
“life is much too short” is what he always mumbles into the softness of your skin once the ugly feelings have waned into calm, though he is careful about just how deeply he allows himself to settle into the tranquility.
he looks you in the eyes it when you laugh. you may not realize how hard he stares in the moment, but qifrey is deeply immersed and entangled in your happiness. the deteriorating sight in his remaining eye makes you look a bit washed out when his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose, but the bright pearl of your teeth on your face is more than enough to make out. the bitter half of that sweetness festers from the fact that he will never enjoy your happiness as if it were his own — not completely, anyway — without the silverwood reminding him that his body and mind both belonged to it whenever he found himself sinking into the soft warmth of your flesh, your eyes, your fingers.
he will stare when your body holds more sorrow than your poor soul can bear: your sadness becomes his. in a sick, selfish way, qifrey is thankful for the opportunity to indulge in such bitterness, because it keeps the splitting pain behind his eye sockets at bay, and it keeps him alive.
“i know,” he’ll whisper, even if you’re crying for reasons beyond him. your face framed by steady hands, qifrey continues to hold your eyes with his own, and if he could take your sadness, he would, selfishly. “just breathe, you’re alright.”
his eye never leaves yours when your own cast an unfamiliar, confused look at his face. when you wake with your head in his lap and a gentle breeze against your cheeks, wondering when you fell asleep, sure you two were just having a conversation about something important. his answer is always a simple “you must have been tired,” because the knot in his throat won’t allow anything more.
the witch’s insides gnaw on themselves without fail every time he is forced to have that conversation, to watch your eyes well with fear for his sake the same way each time he has to explain that he is rotting, to have to tear away pieces of your memory akin to cutting away dead leaves to keep a flower breathing over and over again, with disgusting selfishness, all to save himself and able to meet your eyes another day longer.
ઈઉ ᩙ a/n:: this was wayyy longer than i anticipated. ive become a big fan of wha and i adore the amount of angst that the series embeds into its story, and i love that qifrey has areas of moral grey instead of just being this selfless saint i loveee it oh i could just eat him
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qifrey is so big on eye contact.. especially during serious conversations. like if you were to try and turn your head for whatever reason he would totally be the type to move his head too so he’s still meeting your eyes ngh
Huge fan of the distinction between him moving to look instead of physically moving and or tilting your head
THANK YOUUUU because they’re two different things
qifrey is so big on eye contact.. especially during serious conversations. like if you were to try and turn your head for whatever reason he would totally be the type to move his head too so he’s still meeting your eyes ngh
encouraging the new qifling
you and husband!satoru experiencing some of your baby’s firsts ^^
⟢ ּ ۪ ⊹ her first laugh was at his expense. he had been walking around the house, trying to get her to stop fussing, when he turned a corner and his toe accidentally connected with the wall. it took everything he had not to expose his poor daughter to foul language at an innocent 4 months, but holy fuck did that hurt. he was wincing in pain when he heard it. the quiet giggle of his baby.
he whipped his head up in accusation, demanding, “did you just laugh?? at me stubbing my toe?” as if she could answer. he turned to you, who was sitting on the couch folding laundry. “you heard that, right?”
you nodded, watching the interaction. “she laughed at you. pretend to do it again.”
he walked backwards slowly and pretended to hit his foot again with an exaggerated “ow!” and lo and behold, the baby burst into loud giggles and squealing, her tiny body just wracked with laughter like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. satoru was astonished and extremely sentimental.
“she’s totally laughing at me getting hurt!” your husband chuckled in disbelief, turning to you with accusation like you were going to do something about this. “her first laugh ever and it’s at me stubbing my toe. she hates me.”
“she’s a baby, she can’t hate anything yet,” you offered, giggling. “she thinks it’s funny ‘cause you make that stupid face every time you accidentally hurt yourself.”
“so you hate me too? got it,” he grumbled, giving you a nasty side-eye before focusing back on the giggling infant in his arms. “you are just in stitches, huh? huh?” he cooed, tickling her tummy. funny enough, though, tickling actually stopped her laughter. satoru looked her in the face skeptically, and she stared back with those huge eyes like she was expecting him to hurt himself again for her amusement.
“…so you’re exclusive to me getting hurt? that’s funny to you, but not being tickled like a normal baby?”
⟢ ּ ۪ ⊹ her first time crawling happened when you two had been playing around on the carpet, her tiny body propped between your legs so she could “sit” against your belly and play with the toys in front of her. she seemed to be having the time of her life with the same old rattle and stuffed bear, until she accidentally shook the former too hard and flung it under the coffee table.
“uh-ohhh,” you smiled down at her as she turned her head to blink up at you like it was your fault. “what happened, silly girl?” she only squealed, waving her chubby arms and grabbing at your hands as if to demand you go get it.
satoru came from the bathroom and plopped onto the carpet with you two, ready to grab the rattle and hand it back to his daughter, but you stopped him. “wait, let her try to get it.”
gently, you nudged your baby’s back to encourage her, pointing at the rattle. “look, munchkin, there it is, see?” you cooed, helping her onto her tummy to make it easier for her. “can you crawl to daddy and get it?”
satoru whipped his phone out immediately. “come on, princess! cooommee on, come to daddy! you can do it!”
she was apprehensive at first, but curiosity, and a need for her toy, seemed to get the best of her. it was a bit of a struggle, her tiny body wriggling in place for a moment before she discovered her arms and legs weren’t completely useless. the baby was wobbly, but she eventually began to crawl, one stride at a time.
“oh my god!” satoru started hollering before you could even get the words out. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”
“you’re getting this??” you made sure, and he nodded furiously. both of you continued to cheer her on until she made it to both her father and the rattle (she really only wanted one of those things) without ever toppling over. she shrieked as her dad picked her up, smushing her chubby cheeks with his lips, praising and cuddling her.
“good jooobbb, princess!” he cooed, tossing her in the air. “oouuuhh, you’re gonna be running around soon… stop growing so fast, you’re gonna give daddy gray hair…”
⟢ ּ ۪ ⊹ her first steps were just as dramatic, if not more. you and satoru had been practicing letting her stand on her own, but she was just shy of 12 months, right around the age to take a few experimental steps if she so pleased. satoru wasn’t ready.
“if she starts walking, that means she’ll be running around soon!” he’d complained to you during tummy time. he’d placed a hand on her little head like it would stop her from growing completely. “and once she starts running, she’ll wanna talk to boys and then she’ll be bringing one home and he’ll be a total asshole and then i’ll have to—”
“language,” you had corrected him sternly.
“—sorry, he’ll be a total loser, is that better, and then i’ll have to kill him!” he’d flopped over onto the carpet in his all-encompassing sorrow, an arm over his face like an idiot, demanding, “tell her not to grow up! tell her!”
it was that conversation that played in your head as you watched your baby girl let go of your husband’s trembling hands and begin to waddle on her tiny feet towards you across the carpet. the same tiny feet that you and satoru had fussed over and kissed countless times when she was just a newborn.
satoru couldn’t get his phone out fast enough, and the tears along with it. you left him alone about it this time: you felt more than a little misty-eyed yourself.
“c’mon, sweet girl!” you encouraged her, beaming as the excitement of it all made her giggle. “come to mommy!” she fell into your arms, just a bundle of loud laughter as you and satoru congratulated her with all the praise in the world.
𐔌 ۪ ઈઉ ᩙ a/n:: another part to the baby series
caught - qifrey x reader
Qifrey's good at hiding and smiling through everything he needs to. The facade is there for a reason. So it feels a little strange to get to kiss you so often now that you're properly settled into the Atelier. Sometimes he gets a little distracted, and what's supposed to be a stolen kiss ends up being him holding you there hostage for kissing properly.
It doesn't matter for the most part since Olruggio is in and out of the place, but sometimes he forgets that his girls have the keys and they too are in and out of the house.
Cue his current issue.
Qifrey's got you half melted against him, licking his lips as he pulls back for air, and he's halfway into kissing you when the door clicks, and chattering stops when it swings open.
The girls freeze in place, and Richeh is the one to speak up.
"Did we... come at a bad time?"
Qifrey wipes his mouth with a handkerchief, turning to face his girls as you push him off of you, sitting down at the table to catch your breath.
"Told you it was a bad idea."
"Hi girls." He smiles, and the four of them blink.
Coco threw her hands over her eyes second she caught a glimpse, and Tetia's got stars in her eyes that Qifrey thinks is going to become a barrage of questions. Agott, well.
"Could the two of you not picked a better place?"
"Qifrey's fault."
You're quick to throw him under the bus, laughing as you stand up to dust your skirt off.
"I'm hurt, love."
"To what do we owe the pleasure?"
Tetia fires a round of questions at you, hopping over, and Qifrey tends to the other girls as they ask how things have been.
Well. Considering that they caught the two of you kissing like that, things can't be bad at all.
