kira🪼

I write. sometimes. and I dilly dally around. my current favs are qifrey, yukimiya kenyu, ashveil and yanqing ♪( ´▽｀)

I use writing as a coping mechanism, so that may reflect in my writing. I love love love listening to other people’s ideas and thoughts!! the wonders of another’s brain is very intriguing to me. I am very creatureful and enjoy everything whimsical. okay. thank you.💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

MY FIRST ASK BHSHSHSHDHSH IM SO HAPPY!!!!!

Utowin is one of my favs in the whole series!!! I find myself in him more than I expected to…so I hold him dearly to my heart💗

I think he’s a very whimsical fellow but definitely has unresolved issues buried deep inside LOL,, despite his playful personality, I think he would be very new to the concept of real and genuine affection and love from his lover,, he would panic at first but slowly navigate his way around his feelings and so.

I do enjoy seeing his serious side too! I think you wouldn’t want to get on his bad side, or else he can get really nasty. Avoids conflict when he can, and chooses to ignore things that irritate him. Only goes hotheaded when it’s really something unavoidable. I also like the thought of Utowin fidgeting whenever he’s bored, for example:

Utowin being bored while writing reports so he starts clicking his pen continuously. Easthies starts to get irritated and he’s like “Do refrain from doing that, Utowin,” and Utowin’s like “yeah yeah…” and stops for a second. Easthies relaxes. Then Utowin continues unconsciously and Easthies looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel.

Utowin also tries to be as helpful as possible whenever or wherever he can! a habit stemmed from his childhood if he’s around, then you bet that you can holler out to him to help. He’s definitely likes teasing m, and overall a nice person to be around. Quite a hopeless romantic though. That man is touch starved. Send him a partner ASAP!!!! I think that if he had a lover, then he wouldn’t shut up about them.

After rounds, he’s out with Luluci browsing at pastries. He pauses and he’s like “[Name] would like this. Should I get it for them?” And he looks delighted. Luluci is fed up because this is the fifth time in the hour that he’s done this. Often showers his lover in gifts because deep down inside, he’s terrified of losing them. Would never admit it though. He’s reluctant of opening up, but if you get close enough to him, he’ll do it. Just please take care of his heart, okay?💔

Utowin likes to take care of his appearance too. Has a usual barber whom he’s loyal too, and likes styling himself up. Everyday before he heads out, he makes sure his hair looks nice and all before going out the door.

featuring : Qifrey, Olruggio, Alaira, Easthies, Utowin & Luluci

content : my ramblings about their hands! implied suggestive themes (qifrey, alaira), my unfiltered writing in itself needs a warning, not proofread in the slightest, the mentioned partner here is gender neutral, but afab!reader is mentioned in alaira’s part, no spoilers!

qifrey — 189 words

It’s no surprise Qifrey has very nice fingers. I think everyone has had to pause and stare at them at least once. Or maybe that’s a me thing. His fingers are slender yet show years of experience with a pen, thanks to his wand. (do I call it a wand???? or a pen???? idk LOL) He takes very good care of them, I believe!!! Applies fancy cream onto them and stuff. Often gets complimented on them. I like to think that he would let the girls paint his nails, and Tetia enjoys it the most. Speaking of nails, Qifrey trims them often so they’re at the perfect length to help him with trivial tasks, but short enough so that they don’t get in the way of anything. I also think that he would wear rings and all on fancy occasions, though he lets his hands speak for themselves. If you’re Qifrey’s partner then you’re in for a TREAT because we all know that this man is efficient with those fingers with how much work he does with them around the house. The point is that his hands are WONDERFUL

olruggio — 155 words

Olruggio’s hands, on the other hand (get it?) are not as pretty as Qifrey’s. They’re on the rougher side, and his hands carry plenty of burn marks from failed attempts at spells. His fingers are thick and his hand is on the broader side in general, though his fingers aren’t all that long or slender. He keeps his nails short, though forgets to cut them due to being so busy so he’s left with long nails from time to time. Too busy to think about hand care. He tries out Qifrey’s hand cream every once in a while whenever he wants to look good for a client; and he’s very fascinated with the results. I think Olly is very creatureful idk I love that guy. Only consistently wears a ring if it’s from his partner. But I do think he would wear quite a few bracelets, mostly ones that kids give him as a gift.

alaira — 168 words

Alaira…Oh Alaira…her fingers are slender like Qifrey’s but definitely more thicker. We already see in the anime that she paints her nails and they’re pretty long, so we can assume that she cares about their appearance to a point. I am a firm believer that she wears those funky rings!!! Like with huge gemstones on them and all. I think she gets very whimsical when it comes to what she displays on her hands. I think she would be a big fan of jewellery, so that’s a must for her. If she has an afab!lover then I think she would also have the nail of her ring and middle finger cut shorter than the others IYKYK…her partner also helps her decide which jewellery to wear for the day and other trivial things about her appearance! I think she would do hand care occasionally. Not a big priority for her, but nice to have! Overall I love this woman and her hands and her everything And I like women💗

easthies — 126 words

Easthies has very pretty fingers. Pale and long. Calloused from work. Similar to Qifrey, you kinda just wanna touch them. He doesn’t care about his hands or anything, or maybe secretly he does. They’re just nice. Nails are trimmed short for that neat look he prefers, and doesn’t wear any jewellery. Too busy thinking about who he’s going to terrorise next. Not much to say about him as he literally could not care less. Though, if he has a partner whom liked his fingers, then he would be a bit more self conscious about them. Finds himself staring at his hands blankly as he flexes his fingers, wondering about what goes through his lover’s head. I like his fingers actually I want to hold his hand

utowin — 186 words

Utowin…….I really like this guy idk about you all. His fingers are nice and meaty with a good length to them. I don’t think he cares about his hands, he’s just there for the love of the game. His fingers aren’t anything special. But to those who see…👀👀 His nails aren’t trimmed as short as Easthies’. Keeps them a little long because he likes it that way. I do think he would pick at his nails every so often though. Paints them when he feels whimsical enough to do so. Like Olruggio, he has scars on his hands. Don’t ask me from what though, I just like the sound of him having scarred hands. I also think he fidgets with his fingers often when he’s bored. Utowin isn’t opposed to jewellery, but just doesn’t care enough about it. If his partner liked his fingers then he’ll tease them about it; and then lock himself in the bathroom to stare at every detail of his hands to make sure that they look okay. he’s a fun guy I like Utowin everyone should like him a little more

luluci — 134 words

LULUCI🤑🤑🤑🤑 very pretty. Wonderful fingers. Slender yet scarred. A little on the nimbler side though. I think she would paint her nails with Utowin actually. If she had a partner, she would let them decide what color to paint her nails and all. Usually settles for a nice baby pink. I think they’re a little scarred from the hard work she does! Her hands are automatically soft, no work needed. But she does entertain the idea of hand care every now and then. She keeps her nails trimmed short usually, though is so stoked with work sometimes that she lets them get long. Fidgets with her fingers when she’s nervous. Luluci would wear rings and all on special occasions, though only minimalist pieces like a thin silver ring and a small golden chain bracelet.

contents : qifrey x gn!reader, suggestive towards the end, though no explicit content, reader is hard at work, caring Qifrey, cheeky Qifrey, pretty much fluff, Qifrey just wants his partner to relax, they both match each other’s freak, no spoilers!

w/c : 1.1k

There were days when you simply couldn’t be at the atelier, no matter how badly you yearned to stay cooped up in your lover’s arms while eating his cooking.

It wasn’t your fault, no, work simply had to come first sometimes. Whilst already exhausted, clients would write to you even when you had said you were taking a break. The list of people that had you on speed dial was astonishing.

One of your favorite parts about travelling was visiting the local market. While browsing through the wide display of shops and stalls, there seemed to be an endless amount of trinkets or contraptions that reminded you of home, the atelier in which your life resided.

Bracelets themed after the seasons for the girls, a new pillow for Olruggio, and the finest jewellery for your beloved. You were never stingy with money when it came to him. Sometimes you felt as though your purpose in life was to provide Qifrey with the best.

There was no doubt you doted on him and the rest, as you would come back home with a bag full of requested items and other such souvenirs. And every time you opened the door, without fail, a familiar snow-haired man would be waiting inside.

The same smile on his face, the same subtle wrinkle below his eye as he smiled. He would press a kiss against your cheek and welcome you home, taking your bags for you while already making conversation.

That was your favorite part about work. Coming back home.

You thought today would follow the same routine, the one that you cherished deeply. Little did you know, the same one who hugged and kissed you goodbye at the door every time you left, had something special in mind for the day.

You had come home later than usual. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake — after all, it was past midnight. The door creaked as you pushed it open, awfully loud compared to the silence of the atelier.

Your boots thudded against the hardwood floor. Then, you slipped off your cloak and hat and hung them over your arm. In the distance, you could hear the quiet crackle of the fireplace. The usual sound of home.

As you turned around the corner, a singular lit candle was placed on the dining table. No figure to be seen. Maybe someone had forgotten to blow it out, you thought. Along your way you went, climbing the few stairs towards the living room.

The warmth of the huge fireplace hit you immediately, like a heated blanket over your figure. There, though, is where you could see the easily recognisable figure of none other than Qifrey, sat on the plush sofa.

You were a little shocked he was awake at this hour. He cupped a mug in his hands, slender fingers curling over the surface you confirmed to be your own. A satisfied hum left the other’s lips as your footsteps approached, head turning towards the direction of the sound.

That one mesmerising blue eye stared you up and down, a gentle tug at his lips that formed into the smile you had embroidered in your head. “[Name], if it isn’t the person I’ve been waiting for!” He stood up, perhaps too quickly, and enthusiastically wrapped an arm around your back. His fingers lingered for a heartbeat too long, dragging out the touch of his fingertips.

“Here, have a cup of your favourite brew,” He took your bag from your hand, replacing it with the warm mug that fit perfectly in your palm. “You’re later than usual. The way back to the atelier must’ve been rough, hmm?” That sweet tone of voice made your heart melt instantly. Even while talking through the teleslate daily, it didn’t quite convey his voice as perfectly as it sounded in person.

“Mm, some roads were blocked, so I had to take a few detours,” You hummed groggily in response, gently throwing your cloak and hat over the armrest before wrapping the free arm around his slim figure. By instinct, you pressed a kiss against his pale cheeks and threw your face into his body.

A soft chuckle emerged from Qifrey’s figure as he put your bag down by the sofa and held you close. In that moment, everything seemed so innocent. But the way he giggled a little too loudly was a tiny bit off-putting, though you didn’t care enough to mind.

After a sweet moment, his hands unwrapped themselves from around your body and instead took your free hand into his. He smiled a little wider now, taking slow steps and leading you towards the sofa.

The light of the fireplace illuminates his figure as he gently pushes you onto the cushion of the sofa, drink swirling in your mug from the impact. You sit with your eyes widened slightly, watching each of Qifrey’s micro moves with a close eye. You place the mug over on the armrest before running your hands up his waist.

He spreads your legs open just enough for his knee to fit through, pressing just against the spot you want him most. He towers over you, leaning in to press a kiss onto your eye. His white robes draped across your lap, an arm reaching to pin you in place, while the other snakes up the warmth of your neck.

Qifrey stays close to your face. You can feel his breath — you might as well be breathing each other’s air. He smiles so sweetly at you, as if he doesn’t have you just where he wants you. One of your hands reaches up to the collar of his turtleneck, hooking a finger under the tight, black fabric and tugging him slightly closer.

“You’ve been so busy with work lately, dearest,” His words hang heavy in the present tension between you two. He was tempting you, and it was working like a charm. “If you promise to stay quiet, I can help you relieve some stress.”

He pressed another kiss against the corner of your lips. He pulls back and looks down at your lovestruck figure, staring up at him like he was holy. You bite at your bottom lip, an infectious smile slowly tugging onto them.

“Impress me, Qifrey.”

The mug sits forgotten, the carefully prepared brew growing cold the longer it’s left unattended.

warnings : self harm, scars, healed scars, fresh cuts, reader is implied to have depression, fluff, comfort, concerned qifrey, reader is naked (non sexual), no spoilers!

qifrey x GN!reader — please bare with the inevitable corniness of my first fic…😢 otherwise, enjoy!

w/c : 1.4k

Intimate moments with Qifrey never had to be intense. Quiet mornings spent chuckling with one another or folding laundry together were memories you held close to your heart just as dearly. Times where you would just soak up the other’s presence, letting your shared warmth envelop your figures.

That was how spending your days side by side with Qifrey was like. Stopping by his atelier, bringing all sorts of souvenirs and snacks for those who resided in the place you could confidently call home. Even if you were away for work often, you were always a present figure. Someone for the kids to look up to, a friend to lend an ear to Olruggio, and last but not least — a partner whom Qifrey could proudly call his.

Your relationship with the snow-haired man was still blossoming, discovering new things about each other with each second spent together. You both were fairly new to the concept of loving another. But maybe that’s what made it so sweet. The fruit of your first love.

You wished you were brave enough to ask him to go bare-bodied together.

You told him you had scars all over your body. On a night by the fireplace, your voice carried a slightly melancholic tone. You tried to play it cool. Even when you looked at yourself in the mirror while bathing alone, your lips would press into a tight line. Disgust. Maybe pity? It was an expression you didn’t even recognize on your own face.

Qifrey nodded attentively, cooing sweet comforts at you. His hand rested against your back, rubbing it softly. His fingers grazed over raised cuts. They paused their motion. You knew he noticed. Qifrey noticed everything, after all. It left a bitter taste on your tongue.

Bathing was a hard task sometimes. You would stare at your body in the mirror, eyes gazing over the collection that had only grown with the years. Ranging from small to big, long to short, and healed to raw. Your fingers would absentmindedly pick at scabs and watch blood pool slowly onto your skin. A rich shade of crimson, a familiar contrast to your skin.

One day, you spent too long in the bathing room. Longer than you usually would. Not like Qifrey was counting down the minutes, of course. An hour passed. Then half of that. His heart twinged with a familiar ache — when he felt that something had gone wrong.

Steady steps approached the bathroom. You could hear them, you simply just couldn’t care enough to mind them. You lost track of how long you had spent soaking in the hot, steamy water. It stung against fresh wounds, as if it were mocking you. You hadn’t even washed yourself up, your face still dry since it didn’t make contact with the water below.

Hands curled around yourself, a loose embrace and a pathetic attempt at comforting yourself. Thoughts raced through your mind at a thousand miles per hour. Were you even deserving of such a comforting life? Did someone as odd as you even deserve to live? Was there any point in —

“[Name], my dear, are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while,” The familiar voice of your partner was one you recognized in less than a second. You snapped out of your thoughts. Words clogged themself in your throat, but none of them wanted to come out without you gagging. It was times like these when you just wanted to dissolve into the ground below.

With no response on your end, Qifrey became increasingly concerned. He knocked once, twice, thrice, and you still didn’t respond. It almost nauseated you how selfish you were.

Before another thought could speed through your head, the door clicked open as he muttered an apology. Qifrey stood at the doorframe, dressed in his usual attire. Your back faced him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn towards where the sudden gust of wind came from. You hear the door close, followed by another click. He slowly treads closer, hiking his white robe up so as not to trip on it.

Only when you can really feel his presence do you turn your head back. You feel almost glad that your body is submerged in the murky water. A relieved sigh escapes Qifrey’s lips, crouching down to get a better look at your face. His hand reaches to caress your dry cheek. Despite Qifrey’s evident dislike for getting wet, he looked ready to risk it all.

Your eyes were red and puffy. Maybe you had cried earlier without noticing. Seeing his face right now almost made you want to claw him impossibly closer. “Dearest, what’s troubling you? It’s not advisable to stay in the bath for so long,” His polished voice echoed throughout the tiled bathroom. Laced with worry, still carrying its ever-present sweetness.

“I’m sorry…” You manage to grumble in a voice you don’t even recognize as yours. It’s raspy, raw, and ugly. An unsightly side of yourself you wanted to shield him from. “You’re too good to me,” A whisper akin to a soft cry. Qifrey’s heart feels like it’s going to explode. That single pretty blue eye of his stares at you, solely at you. His fingers graze against your skin. A touch that weighed over a thousand unspoken words.

A soft sigh leaves his lips, unfairly prettily so. He stands up and grabs a fresh towel from a nearby rack, before crouching back down to your level. “Don’t speak such nonsense,” He huffs, helping you sit up onto the edge of the bath. You feel nothing but dread as you await the start of a never-ending parade of questions about the scars that litter your skin.

Qifrey first pats your hands and arms dry carefully with the towel before draping it over your bare figure, covering your back. The parade of questions doesn’t come. Instead, a habitual silence overcomes the room. The occasional sound of water dripping and soft breathing. You can even hear the apprentices play outside. He doesn’t ask you anything, nor does he shy away from your naked figure. He kneels beside you instead, staying both behind you and by your side.

“…I don’t smell soap. Have you washed up yet, dearest?” Qifrey breaks the stillness. You shake your head in response, feeling a rush of heat creep up the nape of your neck. Your lover hums in response, standing up yet again to grab a wash bucket and soap. Your favorite lavender shampoo and dewberry body wash. It almost pains your heart when you realize just how much attention to detail he pays towards you.

The pale is already filled with warm water, courtesy of the spell cast on its surface. He removes the towel from your back and folds it nicely, placing it in a nearby corner for later. For a moment, he simply stares at you. The back of your head. The slight hunch in your posture, and then the inevitable scars. He leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. Then one to your nape. He trails down from your shoulder to your hand, until his lips press against the palm side of your wrist.

Qifrey wastes no time in scrubbing your back, even going the extra mile and massaging your tense muscles. You can’t stay silent whenever he’s around, not really. He didn’t ask about what happened to you. He acknowledged struggles that didn’t need to be spoken. Instead, he brought up casual things. Topics that you couldn’t help but comment on.

You laughed when he tickled you, and winced when soap met raw wounds. He laughed with you and apologized. He didn’t stare for too long, nor did he go beyond what he intended to do. He scrubbed your scalp delicately and brushed conditioner through the ends of your hair, running his slender fingers through your wet hair.

You left feeling like the best you had ever been. Refreshed, contented and relaxed. You felt as though a burden you had been lifting for so long had finally ridden itself from you. After all, there is nowhere you would rather be than in your beloved’s arms.