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Summary: The girls had been tucked away in bed about an hour or so ago. You has well, tucked away in the warmth of your shared bed with Qifreyâyet you still canât mange to sleep until heâs rested.
ִ ⥠⨠fluff, suggestive touching..woah, not proofread
The Atelier was enveloped in a serene stillness, the kind that often follows the day's end, a gentle warmth lingering in the air as the last rays of sunlight faded into a soft twilight. The girls had been tucked into their beds about an hour earlier, their soft breathing now filling the small, cozy rooms they occupied, adding to the peaceful ambiance. You and Qifrey lingered just a moment longer in front of the flickering fireplace, the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls and illuminating the warmth of his features.
With a tender smile, you leaned closer to Qifrey, your heart fluttering slightly. You pressed a delicate kiss on his cheek, your lips brushing against his skin like a whisper. âWill you join me?â you asked softly, your fingers lightly tracing the contours of his shoulder blade, hoping to coax him away from his work.
Qifrey's gaze remained firmly fixed on the pile of papers laid out before him, his brow slightly furrowed with concentration. âIn a moment, dear,â he replied quietly, his voice laced with a hint of distraction as he moved the pages, leaving inky fingerprints across the crisp sheets. You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips, fully aware of his unwavering dedication. With a soft sigh that hinted at your feigned irritation, you shook your head and teased, âDonât make me drag you to bed,â before finally standing up. You felt your joints crack and pop as you pulled yourself away from the inviting warmth of the fire and made your way toward the shared bedroom.
After nearly thirty minutes had passed, you had changed into your soft nightgown, the fabric cool against your skin and the delicate lace adding an extra touch of comfort. You glanced back at the empty, cold right side of the bed, a small huff escaping your lips as you felt a pang of loneliness in the absence of Qifrey's warmth. Not wanting to linger in bed alone, you pulled yourself from the cocoon of warm covers, securing your robe around your shoulders with a determined resolve as you stepped out into the dimly lit hall.
Leaning against the doorframe of the living room, you took in the scene before you. The once-vibrant fire had dwindled to glowing embers, casting a gentle glow over the room. There, hunched at a small wooden table, was Qifrey, absorbed in what appeared to be meticulous work. Ink-stained fingers moved gracefully as they skimmed over the pages, yet his body sagged with exhaustion. You let out a soft, trembled sigh, your heart aching at the sight of him.
âQifrey?â you called gently, breaking the gentle hush that surrounded the Atelier. He nodded slowly, lifting his gaze to meet yours, revealing soft, tired eyes filled with an endless devotion that tugged at your heart. âI know,â he replied quietly, almost as if reassuring both of you. You crossed the room to him, the distance feeling much larger than it was, and as you approached, he exhaled a small, weary sigh, leaning into your warm embrace.
You felt his hands find their way to your waist, his thumbs tenderly rubbing small circles along your waistline, igniting warmth across your skin. âYouâre very patient with me,â he began softly, his breath brushing against your ear in the most delightful way. Your cheeks flushed a soft, rosy pink as you shifted slightly, allowing him to melt into you.
âBecause I know the outcome will be wonderful,â you coaxed gently, your fingers running through his tousled hair, feeling the softness of his locks beneath your fingertips. A soft chuckle escaped him, mixed with an affectionate groan.Â
âYou work so hard for the girls, endlessly devoted, and itâs completely admirable,â you murmured, gazing into his eyes with a smile that matched the affection you felt. You reached for his chin, cupping his sleepy face in your palm, tilting it ever so slightly as you studied his eyes. âBut the girls need a master who is well-rested so that he can think clearly,â you teased playfully, lightly grabbing his wandering hand that had started to inch toward your chest, a mischievous grin illuminating your face.
â...Weren't you just falling asleep two seconds ago?â you asked, your playful tone lightening the mood.
â...I am a gentleman,â he replied with mock seriousness, his lips twitching at the corners as he tried to suppress a smile.
âUh-huh,â you remarked, your amusement bubbling over as you returned his smile.
Summary: The girls had been tucked away in bed about an hour or so ago. You has well, tucked away in the warmth of your shared bed with Qifreyâyet you still canât mange to sleep until heâs rested.
ִ ⥠⨠fluff, suggestive touching..woah, not proofread
The Atelier was enveloped in a serene stillness, the kind that often follows the day's end, a gentle warmth lingering in the air as the last rays of sunlight faded into a soft twilight. The girls had been tucked into their beds about an hour earlier, their soft breathing now filling the small, cozy rooms they occupied, adding to the peaceful ambiance. You and Qifrey lingered just a moment longer in front of the flickering fireplace, the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls and illuminating the warmth of his features.
With a tender smile, you leaned closer to Qifrey, your heart fluttering slightly. You pressed a delicate kiss on his cheek, your lips brushing against his skin like a whisper. âWill you join me?â you asked softly, your fingers lightly tracing the contours of his shoulder blade, hoping to coax him away from his work.
Qifrey's gaze remained firmly fixed on the pile of papers laid out before him, his brow slightly furrowed with concentration. âIn a moment, dear,â he replied quietly, his voice laced with a hint of distraction as he moved the pages, leaving inky fingerprints across the crisp sheets. You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips, fully aware of his unwavering dedication. With a soft sigh that hinted at your feigned irritation, you shook your head and teased, âDonât make me drag you to bed,â before finally standing up. You felt your joints crack and pop as you pulled yourself away from the inviting warmth of the fire and made your way toward the shared bedroom.
After nearly thirty minutes had passed, you had changed into your soft nightgown, the fabric cool against your skin and the delicate lace adding an extra touch of comfort. You glanced back at the empty, cold right side of the bed, a small huff escaping your lips as you felt a pang of loneliness in the absence of Qifrey's warmth. Not wanting to linger in bed alone, you pulled yourself from the cocoon of warm covers, securing your robe around your shoulders with a determined resolve as you stepped out into the dimly lit hall.
Leaning against the doorframe of the living room, you took in the scene before you. The once-vibrant fire had dwindled to glowing embers, casting a gentle glow over the room. There, hunched at a small wooden table, was Qifrey, absorbed in what appeared to be meticulous work. Ink-stained fingers moved gracefully as they skimmed over the pages, yet his body sagged with exhaustion. You let out a soft, trembled sigh, your heart aching at the sight of him.
âQifrey?â you called gently, breaking the gentle hush that surrounded the Atelier. He nodded slowly, lifting his gaze to meet yours, revealing soft, tired eyes filled with an endless devotion that tugged at your heart. âI know,â he replied quietly, almost as if reassuring both of you. You crossed the room to him, the distance feeling much larger than it was, and as you approached, he exhaled a small, weary sigh, leaning into your warm embrace.
You felt his hands find their way to your waist, his thumbs tenderly rubbing small circles along your waistline, igniting warmth across your skin. âYouâre very patient with me,â he began softly, his breath brushing against your ear in the most delightful way. Your cheeks flushed a soft, rosy pink as you shifted slightly, allowing him to melt into you.
âBecause I know the outcome will be wonderful,â you coaxed gently, your fingers running through his tousled hair, feeling the softness of his locks beneath your fingertips. A soft chuckle escaped him, mixed with an affectionate groan.Â
âYou work so hard for the girls, endlessly devoted, and itâs completely admirable,â you murmured, gazing into his eyes with a smile that matched the affection you felt. You reached for his chin, cupping his sleepy face in your palm, tilting it ever so slightly as you studied his eyes. âBut the girls need a master who is well-rested so that he can think clearly,â you teased playfully, lightly grabbing his wandering hand that had started to inch toward your chest, a mischievous grin illuminating your face.
â...Weren't you just falling asleep two seconds ago?â you asked, your playful tone lightening the mood.
â...I am a gentleman,â he replied with mock seriousness, his lips twitching at the corners as he tried to suppress a smile.
âUh-huh,â you remarked, your amusement bubbling over as you returned his smile.
Early on in your relationship, Qifrey was more bashful about when you went to bed together. He wanted to cuddle and spoon you, but was careful to keep his hands to himself and was worried about making you uncomfortable.
Now, he just wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you as flush to his body as you possibly can be, slotting his leg between yours, and sliding his hand up your shirt to grab his emotional support titty. He kisses the top of your head, and is quickly drifting off the sleep with the smell of your freshly washed hair invading his senses.
And in the morning, he is not at all ashamed to grind his cock between your ass. Waking you up with his soft groans in your ear and whispered praises with your name on his tongue.
What if reader feels insecure after giving birth to Qifrey's little baby? Pregnancy can leave a lot on one's body esp first few months - year
using this as today's writing warm-up for the big fic đ also i would like everyone to know i do not have children and i do not want children LMAO so all my knowledge is based on internet research and random stories people share with me
well being postpartum is a struggle no matter which way you slice it and Qifrey is very aware of this. He tries so hard to balance things out for you so you don't feel as stressed but he knows he can't fight the internal feelings that crop up.
He's not very physically affectionate in front of the girls, it kinda embarrasses him cause the kids will coo and giggle, but after reader gives birth he makes sure he's extra affectionate and that just bleeds into day-to-day life. Lots of sweet kisses and compliments and the girls, especially Tetia, are squealing every time.
In private there are plenty of soft touches and intimate caresses that only translate to how much he adores you and how proud he is. You've caught him on two occasions admiring you while you slept and he flushed red after being caught. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare, I'm just so proud of you." He's practically breathless and you tease him about it but your heart swells three sizes and you'll never admit it but those words made dealing with all the crazy emotions worth it.
He never says anything when you look a disaster, hair a mess, clothes covered in food and milk, bags under your eyes. He just asks if you need anything, you accept it reluctantly.
Forces you to take breaks, gives you time every night to have a moment to yourself. Tells the girl's they cannot disturb you.
He lets you continue with a routine you find normalcy in. He wants to make sure you rest but he knows if he takes tasks away from you, you'll feel devalued. Worried that you aren't doing enough.
"Please, you do not have to do so much. You just had a baby."
"If I don't do this then I won't be of any help."
"You are taking care of our son, you're doing everything that needs to be done already. There is no need for extra."
"Please, Qifrey. I just want to feel useful."
To combat your attempts at overworking yourself he secretly starts doing small things to lighten the load. He doesn't do all the laundry but suddenly there's less to fold, there's fewer foods to prep, there are less rooms to sweep.
When you say you're overwhelmed with Lucasta, he drops everything and immediately takes him. You feel like a terrible parent, not being able to handle your own child's cries but Qifrey explains its perfectly normal. You just need a break.
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You and Qifrey had an argument the night before so you decide to dodge him any time he tries to kiss you the following day.
Today was a particularly busy one. You needed to travel to Kalhn to grab a few supplies and Qifrey wanted to tag along, but you thought it be best if he supervise the girls. You loved Agott very dearly, but you knew she had certain feelings about Coco and you didnât want them getting into any trouble. As much as he understood your concern, that didnât make him pout any less when you went to leave. The girls waving goodbye before taking their leave back into the house.
Qifrey smiled, âTheyâre gone,â leaning in to kiss you, except you turned your face so he could kiss your cheek instead. His bottom lip jutted out, pouting as he looked down at you.
âIâll see you later,â You waved, ignoring your husbands face.
Truthfully, you both had gotten into a bit of a spat last night, but you werenât outwardly angry with him, you simply wanted to tease him a bit. And since you and Qifrey had decided it would be best to keep your relationship secret from the girls, any chance you had a moment away from them, he would kiss you. So you decided you would dodge his kisses, though the sad pout on his face made you feel bad, you were committed. Even just to make him beg a little.
The trip to Kalhn was quite exhausting. You ran into a plethora of villagers who needed your help with tasks and you simply couldnât deny them. Halfway through your day you were starting to regret not bringing Qifrey along as the tasks wouldâve gone much faster. But nevertheless, you finished them all, and quickly snuck away.
You entered the atelier and your stomach growled as you turned to close the door.
âSounds like someone is hungry,â Qifrey laughed, rounding the corner to greet you at the door.
âI was gone longer than expected,â You walked into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his waist, and holding him close.
He leaned down to kiss you again and you held back your smirk, swerving before his lips could lock with yours. However, before he had a moment to react, Coco and Tetia ran around the corner.
â[name!]â they squealed, squeezing your form.
âWe made dinner!â Tetia smiled.
âWell I am starving,â You rubbed your stomach, following as Tetia held your hand to lead you to the kitchen.
You turned, your gaze meeting Qifreyâs and suddenly you felt horrible. His head was tilted to the side, a sad pout on his face with his eyebrows furrowed, the ultimate puppy dog eyes.
You pursed your lips and paused, âGirls, give me a minute and Iâll meet you in the kitchen.â You took your hand from her embrace.
âOkay!â She smiled, none the wiser and going to the kitchen with Coco.
You turned to your lover, sauntering up to him, and wrapping your arms around his neck, âWhatâs wrong, baby?â You giggled.
âIs there a reason youâve chosen to be cruel?â He peeked down at you, still pouting.
âWhatever are you talking about?â Your tongue poked out through your teeth as you smiled up at him.
He leaned down to kiss you again, but you turned just slightly, âThat is what Iâm talking about, my love.â He gripped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to stay in place before connecting his lips to yours. His pupils dilated as he pulled away, âIâve been dying to do that all day,â
âSo do it again,â You teased.
He didnât hesitate, cupping your face and pulling you further into him. You both hummed into the kiss. You could admit, youâd missed him all day.
âI knew it!â Tetia giggled, jumping out from behind the wall.
You jumped, Qifrey holding onto your biceps.
âWere you spying on us?â You asked, sliding your hand to your hip.
âNo,â She mumbled, looking at the floor.
âWe all assumed you were together anyway,â Agott peeked around the corner.
âAre you all over there?â Qifrey asked.
âYes,â Coco and Richie said, but didnât come out.
You both giggled at their antics.
âThen I guess I donât have to be secretive anymore,â Qifrey said, pulling you in for another kiss.
âEeew,â The girls squealed.
You laughed into Qifreyâs mouth, âAlright letâs go eat dinner,â You interlinked your fingers with Qifreyâs and led him into the kitchen, preparing yourself for what you assumed would be four incredibly curious little girls.
A/N: I just wanna kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.
*Please do not repost, copy, or use any of my works to feed your AI*
Warning: smut, mdni 18+, oral, face sitting, injured partner, masterbation,
He was injured, not bed ridden but you insisted he stay in bed. You took care of the girls, feeding them, giving them material.
You spoon fed quifry, he insisted he could do it himself in which you gave him a moma bear stare. It had been about two weeks since he came home, you had ben worried sick.
You had just checked on the girls, seeing them in their rooms and your loving boyfriend asleep. You wanted desperately to fuck him, it had ben over a month.
Slowly you slunk to the floor by the bed, making sure he was asleep. Sliding your underwear down you rubbed your thumb against your clit. Imagining qifreys fingers fucking you into madness already had you wet.
Your breathing hitched when you slid a finger in, hips rocking as you searched for the familiar spot. A hiss came from you as you found it. You slid another finger in you. You were close when you saw grey locks in the corner of your eye.
RIP, your soul . . . You wanted to shrivel up into the floor boards. âWhyâd you stop, i know you were close.â Red covered your face, âHow!?â The grey fox took the fingers you were using and licked them. âYou have a certain . . . gleam in your eyes.â After he licked the slick off of your fingers he made eye contact, âI wish you had told me..â
Your heart dropped, âYour in pain love . . . Id never ask you to do something that would hurt you.â His blue orb looked away, in thought before he laid down on his back. âYou can ride my face.â He had asked you to do that a couple of times before. You were worried you'd suffocate him.
This time you reluctantly agreed. You took off your night gown, shakily mounting his head. You hovered. âDarling . . . please sit, â his voice was soft but firm. You took a shaky breath before fully sitting on him. His nose rubbed your clit as his tongue lapped at your messy folds.
Gently his hands coressed your hips. Without thinking you grabbed his grey locks, you didnt tug. It was more to center yourself. Gently you rocked your hips, feeling him lick and suck your lips. You were a moaning mess.
A throaty groan come from him, your thighs shook from the sensation. Your breath was shaky, eyes rolled back. A shiver went up your spine as you lost all control. Quifrey licked you clean before you got off of him
Your face burned and not because of the beating rays of the sun but when your eyes laid on him for the first time...
His soft and warm smile, his patient, quiet demeanor, his sparkling cerulean eye had you completely enamored.
You clear your throat slightly, realizing you had been staring a tad too long, "I-I'm sorry to burden you with such a trivial task-" you slightly stammer as he tilts his head with that same soft smile.
"Not at all! I am happy to be of assistance"
Your Pegasus carriage had sustained damage, after a gale of wind had pushed it towards a line of trees. The casting seal had worn off and you had no other way of getting all of your fresh vegetables into the market to sell. Qifrey just happened to be on his way to Kahln when he stumbled upon the sight of your *ahem* slightly mangled Pegasus carriage. At least the horses were alright, just a tad shaken up; quite possibly judging you for being so nervous around the witch, "Though, could I ask that you turn around? I need to be able to cast the spell in private, if you could keep watch, I'd greatly appreciate it"
You nodded quickly, swallowing, "O-Of course!"
Why am I so flustered?!
You fiddled with your fingers; folding them, interlocking them as you kept your eyes ahead on the horizon. You were quite curious, but you refused to look. Moments after keeping your back to him, keeping watch and trying your best not to peer over your shoulder, the casting seal was repaired and your Pegasus carriage was back to normal, "There, all finished! You should have no trouble at all"
You turned around and it was as good as new. The look of shock and gratitude graced your lips, "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I was so worried I wouldn't make it into town. How could I ever repay you?"
His smile unwavering as he tipped his cap, "My help is freely and happily given, there's no need to repay me. I best be off"
You wouldn't accept that. Before he could leave, you quickly spoke, "Wait!"
He paused, hummed lightly in curiosity as he turned to you, "Is something wrong?"
"... I... a-as a token of my appreciation, please-" You rushed to the carriage, taking hold of one of your many baskets, loading it with as many fresh vegetables it would carry from your garden, and rush back to him. You lift the basket, your (e/c) orbs met his gaze, cheeks tinted pink, "Please... take these. And before you try to decline, I insist you take them... I'd have been in a lot more trouble had you not been here"
His eye widened slightly at your insistence, but also, at your kindness. He only did as any other witch would have. He looked from your soft features to the basket at the incredibly fresh looking vegetables. He could see the quality and care you poured into growing and nurturing such lovely produce. His lips turned into a smile, once again, as he held out his hand, gently brushing against yours, "My, these look lovely! Thank you, you're too kind, Madame-"
"(Y/N)... You can call me, (Y/N)"
He chuckled softly, the sound so angelic and natural, "Alright... (Y/N)" your name rolling off his tongue... and you wanted nothing more than to hear it again and again.
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yan qifrey with reader (gn/male/anything not female iâll explode) whoâs like just out of his reach. they meet in the great hall but reader is working on their first trial. they meet in khaln for ink but readerâs halfway out the door.
finally qifrey gets fed up with it and stalks reader to their house and learns their habits, eventually kidnaps them and keeps them at his atelier. can devolve into smut doesnât have to chefs choice
ohhh i love you yan qifrey i love when youâre insane
Missing Opportunity
Note; call me a psyche but this legitimately came to me in a dream so you essentially gave me a reason to write LMFAO. Long live yandere qifrey, Im willing to be locked up by him (affectionate/joke) .
Apologies to any errors, I'm writing this while on a trip and kinda rushed towards the end as I'm a bit tired. First time writing something that is remotely smutty...
Warning; Obsessive tendencies, kidnapping, stalking, qifrey jerking off, fantasizing, slight corruption, slight ooc, stealing and then returning, first time jerking off.
If God is real, then these coincidences have to be some kind of joke.
There's so many chances he had missed to talk to you, so many chances for you to learn his name and so many chances for him to hold your hand.
When Qifrey was merely an apprentice, he often look at his hand floating in the sky, wondering how your small hand would feel against his. Normal crush, as it should be but he began to grow frustrated that he couldn't have the pleasure to talk to you.
When he went upstairs to visit his mentor, you were already going down.
When he's busy with a particular class or trial, you were already free from your hectic schedule.
But his friends doesn't have this wall between you and him.
Olruggio had that chance. Alaira became your friend and even Easthies held your hand once. So why couldn't he have that privilege? What did they have that he doesn't? If it's because of a normal life, God's be damned.
He imagined what it would be like, to hold you even if it makes him release that branch, vines and twigs covering his body slowly as he succumbs to the silverwood tree.
Qifrey watched, and watched as his closest friendsâ and what he would call his enemyâ Easthies get closer to you than he ever could. He felt something churn and darken over his chest, that feeling whenever he missed just a glance at you near Nolnoa's shop.
That feeling when his shoulder brushed against you one time when in a crowded market before he could reach out, he saw you already so far away from him.
That feeling when he saw you happily talking to Easthies, he wondered 'what if it was him instead? ' what's your reaction? Do you smile and laugh with him?
Qifrey's heart aches for you, yet you're so far from his grasp that it's laughable.
Qifrey's hand trace the mug that you touched moments before, he bought it out of a whim when you put it back and bought something else entirely. This is the closest he can go with you, it looks like a joke as he started using this mug as some sort of escape from the cruel joke.
".. Do you like coffee or tea? " he questioned, more so to himself rather than you. He wondered what your tastes are, do you like it sweet? Do you like it bitter? Something small and domestic as what flavour you'd prefer, there's a kind of intimacy that let him fantasize a life with you if you knew him.
Is it pathetic of him to do so? Perhaps, but a man can dream big.
Qifrey filled the cup with hot water, opening a freshly bought tea leaves, jasmine. A little bit sweet and a bit bitter, perfect for someone who's trying out a new blend of tea.
He waited until the water started to brown, swirling the liquid with a small spoon. ".. I think you're the type to like tea... " ânonsense muttering, Qifrey slouched as he look at the darkened tea. He doesn't feel like drinking it anymore, pushing it to the corner of the kitchen counter.
"Why wouldn't you notice me? " âA question that's buzzing all over his mind, Qifrey envied everyone that has the pleasure of meeting you, shaking your hand and let alone stand near you. He didn't think of it much and he doesn't even realize it himself when he started to take notes of where you frequent.
That stall you usually buy bread and fish due to the cheap price and freshness of the fish, Qifrey found himself frequenting it quite often, but you just sneak pass by him.
Qifrey even started to follow you, only 5 meters apart, far enough you don't see him and close enough that he could track your location. Whether you're in a dense marketplace or talking a walk in the forest, he'll just be a few steps ahead, matching the rhythm of your steps. Like hearts beating at the same rate.
He knows what cafĂŠ's you like, what order is your go to's, what your style of hair, how much you spend on groceries and even he knows the exact layout of your house.
He doesn't regret it, or at least he tried to, that decision is decided when you were leaving in a hurry Nolnoa's store after an urgent call from one of your friends and rushed out without grabbing your cloak. Qifrey stand there, stunned if he should call out to you since you rushed out right when he is directly next to you, he had gotten used to this feeling of distance between the two of you.
"Ah, they really are a clumsy kid... " Nolnoa's voice broke out the sudden silence, walking closer to Qifrey as the old man holds your cloak. "Do you know them personally, master Qifrey? " The old man questioned as Qifrey turn his head towards the source of the voice.
"Yes, I do know them.. We met when we were apprentices back in the Great Hall. " âa half baked lie, but Nolnoa didn't seem to catch on. "Then can you return their cloaâ"
Without a second thought, he already grabbed the cloak with a small smile, though it would be bigger if it not for him realizing how rude cutting off an elder's speech. "Yes, I will Mr. Nolnoa, don't worry. "
Nolnoa look at Qifrey with wide eyes for a moment before chuckling to himself, "ho ho! I see, I see... Then off you go! " ârealizing that quick and desperate approach of someone who is in love, Nolnoa quickly ushered Qifrey out of the shop.
"Shoo, shoo now!.. "
"Alright, alright, I'm going.. " â Qifrey mused, going along with the old man's antics. He looked at your cloak, his eyes darkening slightly before putting it over his shoulder. You don't mind right?
â
Qifrey paused, a slight blush dusted across his face as he holds your cloak, lifting it right to his face as he took a sniff. It still has your scent, a bit withered but he will take it, Qifrey falls to his side with your cloak tight against his chest.
"Mnnh... " He hummed, he took another whiff of the cloak, unable to take himself out of it. In moments like this, Qifrey felt close to you, even if this was the only way he knew how.
He slowly traced his hand from his chest to his crotch, he was very tempted. It's his first time feeling something so rawâ primal, even. But guilt and morals were thrown away from the window as he quickly unbuckled these troublesome pants out and his...
Qifrey took a deep, deep breath, an even deeper blush dusted across his cheek, closing his eyes as he started to imagine you. His hand, slow and albeit clumsy, started to go from the base, eliciting a surprised sharpened breath.
Qifrey continued, his index and thumb closing in as he started to slowly jerk it up and down. His hand traced to the tip, circling his fingers over it. Perhaps it's shame or overwhelming lust that consumed his entire being but he couldn't stop, each breath intake led to small gasps of air the more Qifrey touched himself.
"Mnng... Haaâ hmnn... " âhis pace quickened.
Clutching your cloak closer to his nose as he took another big whiff, imagining that it's your body instead of a piece of cloth. The sweat on his skin is yours and the feeling of his hand pumping his dick is yours.
âDo you mind being his first time? Do you mind if he just.. Take you from here and keep you forever?
Qifrey fantasizes again, this time it's you on his bed, clothed yet there's something domestic and intimate with how you lay there, reading a book as he slowly lay beside you, his arms wrapped around your waist. Grinding his erection to the crevice of your rear, mumbling and groaning against your shoulder blades, watching as you leaned against him.
Turning you over, laying on your chest, he pulled down your trousers to your knees. His fingers tracing your backside and slowly inserting themselves to your...
Before he could finish his fantasy, a sudden gush of electricity went through his entire body, striking his brain as he cummed all over your cloak without realizing it.
"Shit, shitâ" Qifrey didn't mean to release all over your cloakâ he quickly sat up, tucking his dick back to his pants as he rushed to grab some tissues and conjuring ink to make a water spell. "I wasn't even finished... " he admits more so to himself about the unfinished fantasy.
He just needs to make sure it doesn't have any scent of his stained semen on itâ he already have an excuse made upâ
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Qifrey ended up returning your cloak the next day, he awkwardly sauntered to your door. He couldn't get himself to focus too much, that fantasy sticking to him like paper and glue. Thinking back to it, he became embarrassed but never ashamed, embarrassed purely out of desperation.
He outsretched his hand, palms turned as Qifrey hesitated.
Knockâ Knockâ
"Wait a moment.. " You shouted from the other side eof the door, footsteps clumsy and hurried, he could even hear small curses as you rushed towards the door. "Uh.. Hello? " you peaked through a small gap, the small lock chain visible.
"Hello, Mr. Nolnoa sent me, have we.. met before? "âQifrey questioned, wondering if you even knew about him from his apprentice years.
"Waitâ oh, Qifrey..!â " With a click, you unfastened the lock chain, opening the gap slightly bigger. "I didn't know you live near Kalhn.. "
"I've just been settling down, even planning to have an apprentice of mine in due time. " He tilted to the side, getting a better view of you from the gap, plastering a smile that not quite reach his ears.
"So.. Why are you here? " you questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, yesâ I almost forgotten.. Mr. Nolnoa entrusted me with something of yours... Erm.. " he shuffled, grabbing your cloak from his bag. "You've forgottten this. "
"Oh, thank youâ it must be a hassle to find me, sorry... " you stepped it, grabbing your cloak as you inspected it. "You even cleaned it, really, thank you. " you smiled, it sent something towards his heart. "You must be tiredâ please come inside. " you urged, opening the door for him.
"If you insist, are you working for Mr. Nolnoa? " Qifrey questioned, following you more closely than he did before, taking a seat in the living room connected to the kitchen.
"Only part-time, extra money on the side for personal expenses and uh.. Fixes to the house. " you replied, rushing to the kitchen to grab or to make something to drink. "Do you like tea? "
"That would be good, thank you. "
"Do you want sugar with it? "
"Hmmnn.. Sure, why not. " he nodded as you look from the corner to make sure he agrees. "How have you been? I know we aren't that close, let alone acquaintances but we still know each other, do we not? "
"I guess you could say that.. We were class mates, well, atleast your friends are my classmates. " You heated the kettle, setting down a jar of honey and a small container of sugar on the coffee table. "It's been good, I got a nice house and good job that isn't too straining and like I said beforeâ a side job if money is tight. "
You had your back turned, feet shuffling across the kitchen and him matching those steps.
"You must be living peacefully.. Being one of the sage's being your mentor and Ghodrey's treasure by your side... Truly im jealous. " You opened your eyes, the shadow is quite dark. "So, Qifrey.. â" you turned around, seeing him looking over you.
"Apologies, but I couldn't wait for another year. " with that, he stuck a spell quickly onto your forehead.
You face quickly turned from horror to a blank expression, unable to speak another word as your body lost its strength, the corner of your eyes turning dark as the only thing you last saw was Qifrey's innocent face as he tilt slightly to the side.
He grabbed your limb body before it could drop to the floor, turning off the kettle with his other hand. "I hope you don't mind... " he lifted under your knees, adjusting your position so your body is leaning against him.
"I'm.. A bit impatient, sorry. " âthough his not sorry in the slightest.
This was not what you had planned for tonight. A quiet evening laying in bed and watching a movie was the plan. But then Qifrey had to walk in with that stupid compression shirt onâpecs looking so toned and biteable, biceps straining against the too tight fabricâwhich is how you ended up straddling his lap, rubbing your clothed cunt over his painfully erect cock. His hands held tightly to your hips, helping you grind back and forth. Your forehead pressed against his, heaving breaths mixing in the electric air. Each time you rolled forward, he whined, a soft gasp leaving his lips, and his eyes straining shut.
His grip on your hips tightened, âDarling, nghh, oh my god,â He moaned out, pressing you further into his lap.
âQii,â You whined, his bulge hitting your clit perfectly, âwanna put it in.â
âFuck,â He breathed outâa rare curse from your lovers lipsââPlease, just like this,â His hips bucked up.
âWant more,â You pouted, though your face quickly contorted in pleasure when he once again pressed you further into his lap, rolling his hips to grind his cock onto your slit.
He was getting close, you could feel the way his cock twitched beneath you, and you werenât any better. Both panting into the otherâs mouth, but that didnât stop you from wanting more.
âGreedy little thing,â Qifrey chuckled breathlessly, âBe a good girl and take what iâm willing to give you,â
You threw your head back, allowing him to move your hips. Sliding you back and forth against his cock, rutting up into you. You tangled your hands in his hair, the coil building in your lower belly threatening to explode at any moment. Your eyes rolled back, a wave of pleasure washing over you before you could even prepare. Qifrey rocking you to ride through the high. Your legs shook, crying out his name at the feeling coursing through you. The moment you said his name he was done for, groaning as he spilled in his pants, a wet spot appearing on the fabric, already mixing with the spot on yours.
You both panted, trying to catch your breaths. The room filled with the smell of sex and sweat, and the sounds of your breathing. So yeah, this surely wasnât the plan for the night, but this seemed much better than the original.
A/N:I did not realize Qifrey calling us a âgreedy little thingâ would have me turned on the way it does until I wrote it.
*Please do not repost, copy, or use any of my works to feed your AI*
Summary: Qifrey really shouldn't be bothered. You're a decorated inventor, loved by witches and Unknowings alike. Of course people are drawn to you. Of course that man across the courtyard can't stop talking to you. Of course Qifrey has absolutely no claim over you whatsoever. None at all. The two of you are nothing. Right?
Tags: Jealous Qifrey, Pining, Slow burn, Mutual pining, Unresolved tension, Olruggio is the only sensible one.
Warnings: None, I don't think!
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Qifrey really shouldnât be surprised.Â
Youâre incredible. You were a decorated inventor praised for ground breaking innovations in survival magic. From linked bottles for long-distance communications, to water purification spells, and even a self mapping lantern, you had made ripples in the realm of magicâ no, you had made waves.
So really, Qifrey shouldnât be at all bothered by the sight of a man, no older than himself, engaging animatedly in conversation with you. Afterall, how many times had he sat by and watched you engage in similar exchanges with curious witches and unknowings?Â
How could he fault them? He too was enamored by you.
But still, he couldnât help the slow heat curdling in his stomach at the sight of just how close the pair of you were.Â
Perhaps it was the way you were responding to the man just as passionately, laying a hand over his arm in your own excitement. Or maybe, it was the way your head would tip back in delight at a joke he had said. Not Qifrey, him.
Qifrey leaned against the stone pillar, arms crossed tightly in front of him. He felt his lip curl at the sight of the man leaning in to whisper something in your ear.
Truthfully, Qifrey had no right to be upset. It wasnât as if the pair of you were exclusive.Â
He shook his head.
It wasnât even as if the man you were talking to was making any advances towards you. He was just an Unknowing, infatuated with the idea of magic. How could he blame him for that?
Qifrey breathed deeply in attempts to compose his firing thoughts.Â
Regardless, Qifrey was only here in town to support you. The girls had run off to replenish their supplies with Olruggio and how could he leave you all alone? What would you do if you found yourself stuck in a dreadful conversation with no one to save you?
The sound of your bright laugh pulled Qifrey out of his thoughts. He couldnât help the slow smile that spread onto his face at the sound before he remembered who had drawn that sound from you.
Perhaps it was him that needed saving.
You laughed again, a tinkling sound as you looked away from the man, bashfully. The man grinned at the sight pointing back to your latest invention.Â
Qifrey wondered what he was saying to make you so shy. Presumably complimenting the sheer brilliance of your mind.
He snorted, childishly.
He knew you were brilliant far before any Unknowing did. Is that what you wanted to hear from him? Because he would tell you day in and day out just how brilliant he found you if it meant you would look at him as sweetly as you were to him.
He shook his head, looking down towards his slightly scruffed Sylph shoes.Â
Qifrey was being unfair and he knew it.Â
He wasnât going to say that there was nothing between the two of you because that would be a blatant lie. But had the two of you ever talked about the buzzing tension between you? Had anything been acknowledged?Â
If you asked any of the other inhabitants of the Atelier you would get a resounding no. Honestly, Qifrey was starting to think that your little back and forth dance might be entirely too much tension for poor Tetia.
Still, an embarrassingly large part of Qifrey couldnât help but revel in the feeling of your fleeting gaze meeting his teasingly, or your lingering touches, or your waggling brows when you whisper a slightly sexual innuendo to him, so close to prying ears.
But officially, the pair of you were nothing more than house-matesâ co-workers, even.
Qifrey looked up from his idle feet to find your eyes already trained on him.Â
He blinked.Â
Almost as if you had read his mind you gazed across the courtyard at him through narrowed eyes and a sly grin. The man from before was still talking spiritedly to you, seemingly undeterred by your lack of attention.
Qifrey smiled back, cautiously. He knew that grin. That was the face that greeted him right before he found a broken vase or children running wild in the Atelier.
That was the smile he saw when you were about to tease him.
You turned away from him to look back at the tall man in front of you, though this time, Qifrey could tell you held no interest for what it was he was saying, spurred by a new task.
You nodded, idly, smiling with mock shyness as your hands moved to rest at the curve of his bicep.Â
The man almost inflated under the heat of your affection, puffing out his chest as he kept talking, face resting in a ridiculous smirk that Qifrey would love to just wipe off.
âYouâre really not going to do anything about that?âÂ
Qifrey jumped at the sound of Olruggioâs drawl to the left of the pillar he was leaned on.Â
He clutched his chest, in shock, âWhere did you come from?â
Olruggio shrugged, still staring at you and the man, amused. âThe Starry Sword.â
Qifrey looked down, scanning the ground for four busy-bodied girls.
âThey ran off somewhere.â Olruggio supplied, simply.Â
He nodded his head back to you, casting a sidelong glance at Qifrey, âNow, what are you going to do about that?â
Qifrey leveled him with an unimpressed look, turning back to face you. In the absence of his attention, the manâs hand had traveled to rest at the junction of your hip and waist.Â
Qifrey felt his teeth grit together.Â
âTheyâre a grown witch.â Qifrey grumbled, almost against his will.
âTheyâre your grown witch.âÂ
Qifreyâs eyes widened, cheeks flushing as he rounded on Olruggio.
âTheyâre not my anything!â He spluttered, face reddening.
It was true. You werenât his. But gosh did he wish you were.Â
His flush deepened at his own accusatory thoughts.Â
Qifrey could practically feel Olruggioâs blasĂŠ look aimed at him as he allowed a low, annoyed groan to escape him.
âThe two of you are hopeless.â He deadpanned, turning to walk back towards the market, âCome find me when you finally come to your senses.â
He paused before turning back to glance at Qifrey once more, âAnd Qifrey? Thereâs something special about them. Make sure you act fast before someone else beats you to it.âÂ
Qifrey stared at the back of Olruggioâs retreating form, contemplatively.
⢠tags: fluff, qifrey and reader make dumplings after kids go to bed, olly is away on work, apprentices being apprentices, kissing in front of the sink
⢠a/n: can you tell i'm hungry đ (but i also wrote this to make up for whatever misbehaviour was đŤ i hope i haven't forgotten how to write fluff!)
The atelier's kitchen feels different, at night. Far removed from the usual chatter of dishes and voices, the fire burns low in the hearth, leaving only the soft glow from the phantasmal fireball lamp on the table. More hushed and still, a quiet ghost of its bustling self in the daytimeâbut it's not a bad thing.
Especially not when he's in it.
"Have the girls gone to bed already?" Qifrey looks up from the kitchen counter when you finally emerge from the stairs. You'd sent the girls to their beds right after dinnerâit'd been a long day out in Kahln, with shopping errands, a sudden sunshower that had sent everyone running for cover, and far too many distractions along the way. But what had really stirred up the evening was the book Tetia had found in a corner bookstore: a romance novel with a battered pink cover, secondhand, and a title so flowery Qifrey had raised an eyebrow at you the moment he saw it. Tetia had firmly refused to sleep unless someone read it to her, and even Agott had lingered at the doorway with the other two girls, despite her insistence about having "no care for silly, sappy lovesick tales".
"It took quite some time." Between light threats, repeated goodnights, and one overly dramatic reading of the first page, bedtime had turned into a battle of attrition you hadn't intended on participating in. "But they agreed to sleep after I promised you'd read the rest to them tomorrow night."
Qifrey lets out a soft laugh, turning to glance over this shoulder as you round the table to stand by him at the counter. The soft blue of his visible eye catches in the firelight, your figure faintly reflected in the surface of his glasses.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"You committed my efforts without first seeking my agreement?"
"It was easy when you weren't there to defend yourself," you reply lightly, leaning in to inspect the vegetables beneath his knife. They're a little limp, colours dulled and beginning to brown at the tops. "Besides, Coco is very excited to hear you do all the voices. You wouldn't say no to her."
"Both that child and you severely overestimate my talent and willingness," Qifrey huffs, though you can see him fighting to keep the corners of his mouth from turning upwards. "Still, as a reward for successfully getting those little terrors to sleep⌠would you like some dumplings for supper?"
It's almost embarrassing how quickly the fatigue leaves your body. "Dumplings!"
Qifrey laughs quietly at your immediate enthusiasm. "Yes, yes. I'm making some now." He sweeps the chopped vegetables into a bowl with practiced ease, and only then do you notice the rest of the ingredients spread across the counter beside him: minced flying shrimp and meat, a little dish of carefully measured seasonings, and a neat stack of dumpling wrappers lightly dusted with flour. So that's what he'd been doing the entire time you were upstairs battling the girls into bed. "I was taking stock of the kitchen earlier and realised these vegetables needed to be used soon. But I haven't wrapped them yet, so you may have to waâ"
"âdo them with you," you finish for him, already reaching for the wrappers before Qifrey can protest. "Double the hands make for half the work, don't they?"
Qifrey just sighs. He knows better than the argue by now. The sound is touched with quiet amusement despite the air of resignation he tries to maintainâhelplessly fond, in all of its indulgences.
The two of you stand at the kitchen counter to wrap the dumplings. Quiet nights in are often your favouriteânot that you don't enjoy the company of the girlsâbut moments like these are made all the more precious in their rarity. Little stretches of time where it is only you and Qifrey, where he can simply be himself and not the witch or the master, the two of you sharing in the stillness of the sleeping atelier together.
Your hips bump together every now and then in the cramped space between the counter and kitchen table, and your fingers brush with murmured apologies neither of you truly mean when you reach for the same wrapper more than once. You watch Qifrey's hands while you work; long fingers pleating the dumplings shut with practiced ease, each one cradled lightly in the cup of his palm before being placed in neat rows upon the tray. There is something strangely tender about the motionâcareful and familiar in the same way he handles all fragile things.
By the time you finish wrapping the dumplings, the water on the stove has come to a rolling boil. Qifrey lowers a handful carefully into the pot while you gather the rest, sliding them neatly into the cold box to keep for another day.
When you turn back, Qifrey is already holding a single bowl in his hands, waiting for you. Steam curls upward lazily from the broth.
You glance up at him. "You're not having any?"
"Hm?" Qifrey hums lightly as he sets the dumplings down on the table. "I assumed we could just share. It'd be less to clean up."
The easy casualness of his words makes something warm unfurl quietly in your chest.
The two of you eat the dumplings at the kitchen table, shoulders brushing every so often as you pass the spoon between you. The dumpling skins turn almost translucent in the broth, pieces of shrimp glowing a faint pink under the lamplight like small crystals. Qifrey nudges the bowl slightly closer when he notices you slowing down, waiting patiently for you to take the next one before reaching for his own. Between bites, the bowl slowly empties until there is nothing but broth, and then, even that too, is gone.
"I'll do the dishes," you say as you gather the bowl and spoon, already beginning to rise from your seat. The quicker you get it done, the sooner you can return to his side. Qifrey's brow furrows behind his glasses.
"It was my suggestion to cook, so I shouldâ"
"Qifrey." Your hands slip over his shoulders before he can stand, fingers idly combing through the soft hair at his nape as he peers up at you. "You already stayed up late last night preparing snacks for us and Olly's lunchbox. Let me."
He tries, regardless. "Butâ"
"Qifrey, dear," you interrupt, voice dropping into a tone unbearably sweet. You can already see the first signs of impending embarrassment creeping across his face. "My love, my moon and stars, the apple of my eye, the keeper of my heart, won't you please let me have the honour ofâ"
"Oh, stop it." Qifrey pulls away from you halfheartedly, one hand coming up to cover part of his face as though it might hide the warmth gathering there. His voice is exasperated, but weakly soâfar too flustered to carry any real force behind it. "Do as you like."
You think you want to kiss him, then. Desperately, a little. But experience has taught you the moment your lips touch his, neither of you will accomplish anything you intendâso instead, you settle for a light peck to his cheek before carrying the bowl over to the basin. Warm water laps softly against your hands as you scrub at the porcelain, the quiet clink of dishes filling the kitchen.
Even so, you can still feel Qifrey's gaze lingering on your back. A few quiet moments later, there's the soft scrape of chair legs against the kitchen floor, and you barely have time to glance over your shoulder before his arms are slipping around your waist from behind, warm and loose. He folds himself against your back with a quiet sigh.
"I missed you," he murmurs into the crook of your neck.
"I was with you the entire day."
"Not like this."
Qifrey's lips find your neck first, trailing warm kisses along your skin unhurriedly in a way that makes your breath catch. Your head tilts back instinctively to give him more room, and you feel the gentle nip of teeth against the sensitive underside of your jaw before he finally turns you just enough to kiss you properly.
It starts off slowâsoft, familiar in a way only Qifrey can be around you; careful without restraint, gentle without hesitation. Your breaths mingle warm and wet in the spaces between each kiss as your mouths part and meet again, his glasses nudging lightly against your cheekbone as he leans closer. To your dismay, your hands remain suspended awkwardly over the sink, dripping wet and a little soapy. You want to touch him properly, to turn fully into his arms, card your fingers through his hair, and tug just enough to earn that quiet little sound he always tries and fails to swallow.
Instead, you make a helpless noise against his mouth and Qifrey laughs softly into the kiss, like he already knows what you're thinking. He's leaning in again whenâ
There's a sudden creak from the staircase. The two of you freeze instantly, Qifrey's fingertips still gently cradling your jaw. A second later, you hear the unmistakable sound of whisperingâpoorly hushed, at thatâfollowed by the muffled shuffling of feet retreating back up several steps in frantic succession.
You and Qifrey slowly turn to look at each other.
ââŚWere they spying on us?â you whisper, more amused than anything.
âI am choosing,â Qifrey says with an immense attempt at dignity, despite the lingering flush across his face, âto believe they merely came downstairs for water.â
Another loud whisper drifts from the stairwell.
âI told you they were kissingââ
"âreally just like in the bookâ"
"âcan we go back to bed nowâ"
âShh!â
The last one is definitely Agott. You bite down hard on your laughter, glancing up at the man behind you. Qifrey closes his eye with the exhaustion of a man enduring profound and arduous trials, one hand coming up to rub briefly at his temple before he leans in to steal one last kiss.
âTomorrow,â he murmurs against your mouth, âI'm teaching my apprentices the concept of privacy.â
It was quiet and coldâa night wished for when one wants a restâbut, you lie awake, turning and shifting on your bed. There was only one that could help you with your insomnia, one that was the personification of a warm cup of tea themselvesâQifrey.
You walked the halls to his chambers, knocking on the door. With a creek, the door swung open, with Qifrey inviting you in.
There he held you, with his head above yours, nestling you in his arms. There he told storiesâabout fiction, about adventures. You slumbered deep, all because of this warm cup of tea.
Comfort amidst the stormď˝â âĄ
Tears trickled down your cheek, the memories suddenly flooding your mind. You crumbled, down into an aching mess.
Qifreyâwho was nearbyâquickly rushed, cradling you as your tears flowed. You began to stammer an explanation, âIâI didn't expectâŚâ but he was quick to hush you, his hand caressing your arm, âIt's not your fault, love⌠It's notâŚâ His voice fell softly onto your ears. His dulcet words slowly lull your distress down.
And when the tears finally stopped, a kiss fell where your tears ran. âThere, there⌠You alright now, my love?â He earned a sweet reply from you, âNever betterâŚâ
Something preciousď˝â âĄ
You were at the fields playing with the littles ones, when suddenly you felt a hand tug you. âI have something precious to show you.â
Qifrey hurriedly dragged you, leading you and his students along to a grassy plain. He picks up a rock and walks off to the distance, crouching down as if he was⌠finishing a spell. In a blink, flowers blossomed across the field, painting the land with vibrant colors. You heard the children's gleeful cheers as they ran off to play.
Slow footsteps brought him towards you, âPrecious isn't it?â he smiled, â...very.â You softly replied.
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Really he can't help it or be bold enough to express it but he does not like it if you spend more time with others than him.
See, he loves his apprentices more than his life but ever since Coco has come along, you have been giving her too much attention.
Coco cannot draw spells? She's asking you for help and that one spell takes 1 hour 25 minutes and 11 seconds to draw. Yes qifrey was counting but he was multi tasking in his defense okay! He was helping Tetia, cooking food, and preparing tea for Olruggio.
You do too much work in his eyes; Helping Coco, giving pep-talks to Agott. Seeing Tetia showcase her fluffy dragon cushion for the thousandth time because she felt it 'improved'. Richeh occupies your time by making you read a book on relaxing and sleeping.
And while all of that was happening, Qifrey had to mentally agree to Olruggio saying that the girls liked you a lot and have gotten more clingy.
Breathe Qifrey, you cannot kiss them in front of the girls, you are a calm person, few more hours and they are all yours.
At night, after taking a quick shower, he had you pinned against the wall, his head dropping to your shoulder with a sigh.
"You are are the rudest for abandoning me today you know?"
His words sure has a big effect on you because the explanation came out immediately "But I was so busy and the girls are young, they need help and I'm so sorry but you should also be more con-"
He shuts you up with a chaste kiss, intertwining both of your hands.
"Instead of apologising, why don't you make it up to me? the night is still young, the girls are asleep and Olruggio is out for work."
â Synopsis; what do Olruggio and Qifrey like to indulge in during alone time with you?
â Content; substance use, headcanons for Olly and Qifrey (can be read as platonic or polyam), Qifrey angst, "smoking" refers to weed/cannabis- not tobacco
â A/n; self indulgent for obvious reasons. Enjoy
Yourself, Olruggio and Qifrey are often so caught up in the responsibilities of running an atelier- all of which can be overwhelming if not handled with care- that it's sometimes easy to forget the simple pleasures in life. Time to relax and unwind, therefore, is essential. Lucky for you, when the time comes to indulge in your vices, you have good company to pair with your bad decisions
Olly and Qifrey canonically like to drink, though there are key differences between the two and how they handle their alcohol
No matter how much Qifrey drinks- which generally isn't much, even when you three decide to let loose- his guard always seems to be up. Neither you or Olly can ever seem to get Qifrey to fully relax and neither of you can quite pin the reason why
In contrast to Qifrey, Olly is a surprisingly open and happy drunk. He's much more openly affectionate, initiating casual contact, lingering in yours and Qifrey's space, inevitably falling asleep on one of you
Olly doesn't smoke often, namely due to work and his responsibilities as the watchful eye of the atelier. If he happens to have a couple days off though? It's time to shut his brain off and relax
If you should join him, Olly prefers to smoke in the comfort of his bed, gathering all necessities ahead of time so he doesn't have to worry about getting up
Smoking and drinking with Olly very often includes snacking, fun and/or deep conversations, and cuddles- regardless of if you're in a relationship or not, Olly loves physical contact when he's drunk/high and will often fall asleep on you if you aren't careful
Qifrey doesn't partake in smoking, however that doesn't stop him from watching over you and Olly. If you also don't smoke, you and Qifrey usually act as Olly's designated sober people, there to help and support him should any issues arise
Sometimes it's hard to tell if you're drunk/high on the substances, or on Qifrey and Olruggio's company. Regardless, it's always nice to have this semblance of normalcy, this time to relax and truly enjoy one another
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