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Summary: He just wanted to vist her, that's all, an innocent visit. He had no idea what he was about to walk into....

18+ MDNI

Content Warning: Oral (Fem receiving), fingering, implied multiple rounds, implied overstimulation, squirting, voyeurism (If I missed any please let me know)

(I'm thinking of Sylus or Caleb for this one, but it could any Li you want)

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics on tumblr

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──────── ⵌ MINT ...

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──────── ⵌ LAVENDER ...

──────── ⵌ PURPLE ...

( tw : flashing ) the og animated lines, but in other sizes ! apologies for not making these in different sizes in the first place—it’s actually been a year since I first released them heh. anyway, here are the other sizes 〜

as always, they’re vvv smol so it’ll be easier to save on desktop !

please like, reblog, and credit 〜

a/n: not accurate bc you wouldn't get pregnant qifrey would

small hc's of qifrey w pregnant reader ^.^ (Afab reader)

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-You found out at the hospital, coincidentally it was time for everyones check up. You couldn't believe it, since you both had been careful. Knowing Qifrey, he'd welcome the new addition to the family. But deep down you knew, he didn't want one.

-He found out by a sea foam green outfit neatly folded in his luandry.

"Ah, I think it's been shrunk my love" he said softly accompanied by a chuckle, "it doesn't any of the girls even less me"

"not yet at least"

"Not yet-?" he asked gently caressing the delicate fabric. "You, oh-" Qifrey put it together, his mouth tunring into an '0' and his fingers covering his mouth. "You-you're"

You nod, clasping your fingers together. The room goes silent, Olruggio took the girls out for breakfast so it was just you and him.

"I think it'd be a wonderful addition to the atelier" he smiled going to hug you.

That was before Coco joined the atelier, you were around 7 months when Coco joined. Planning for a small party to celebrate, when Qifrey arrived with a new apprentice.

-The girls all found out when, it was time for the weekly visit to Kalhn. You and Qifrey wanted to go to the Baby boutique, questioning the motivation to buy baby clothes.

"Who are they for?" asked Richeh looking into the frilly bag, while Agott trailed behind Coco to prevent her from getting lost. Tetia was behind Qifrey nodding along, "I don't think any of the witches we know are gonna have a baby"

Qifrey smiled at them, "well no one knows yet, but someone very close to you is having one".

The a circle of sea foam green formed behind them as they discussed who it could be, "IT'S YOU" Tetia pointed at you. As soon as she said it, all of them realized what it meant. They all squealed in excitement, jumping and huggin you.

-The girls are always asking about the baby's growth and how you felt, trying to make new spells to help out.

Tetia would try to make a bed/bassinet from her clouds.

Richeh would make a mobile to calm.

Agott would make a spell of sparks and fire to entertain.

And Coco would sew them something

-Olruggio would turn this into a business opportunity trying to invent something to help as well.

-Qifrey would always make sure you were fed, and well dressed in maternity clothes

-He would carve wooden animals for the girls, and it only accelerated the out put when he found out you were expecting.

-Him and Olruggio would make the nursery, with the help of the girls painting details.

-His favorite thing to do would be to watch you knit while the girls studied, he cooked and Olruggio oversaw the girl's lesson.

-Or he liked going on picnics with you, seeing his apprentices play in the water- while agott scolded them and Olruggio stole their lunch

-If I said Qifrey didn't have a girl they'd take me to the back and shoot me, only bc he is SO girl dad coded.

-To me Qifrey would prefer a home birth but it'd be up to you.

-When he holds the baby, he doesn't cry- it feels surreal holding something he aided in making. And looks exactly like him, tufty white hair and pale skin. The little one was born at Sunset.

-He cries once it sets in that it's his child, when the midwife shows him how to bathe her.

-He loves dressing her up, and taking her out for strolls around the atelier and Kalhn.

-The girls love playing with her, and reading their homework out loud to the baby.

-Olruggio spoils her, buying new clothes, toys, blankets, and whatever cute stuff he can find on his missions in town.

-During the day it was fine, the baby was often occupied with the girls doting over her or napping.

-Qifrey often has headaches from the baby's cries, the high pitched whines triggered him.

-Luckily it wasn't often, the baby was often quiet and content.\

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Qifrey said on the bed entertaining the infant with a plushie that Coco has sewn for her, softly humming and tickling her.

Soft coos and giggles from the baby, softened the mood. "She's very happy today"

"When is she not" you reply picking out her outfit for the day, he only smiled. Grabbing the bundle to nuzzle her belly, "I hope you don't end up like your father, I'll make sure you don't little one". He said, kissing her chubby cheek.

"Is she ready for the day?" you asked sitting beside him, while the girl whined for you.

"It seems so... Thank you"

"For?"

"For constantly making me anxious and giving me something for worry about" It keeps me alive, is the part he didn't say a loud. In the end, with so much joy in his life he still didn't forget the wriggling beneath his flesh.

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HAPPY SOPPING WET QIFREY DAY

CW: Suggestive Content

The Spirits and Such Consultation Office was usually a whirlwind of Salt Splash, dramatic finger-pointing, and Reigen Arataka’s voice echoing off the walls. But today, the office was quiet. You were hunched over the main desk, cross-referencing the schedule with a stack of unpaid invoices.

Reigen leaned against the doorframe of his inner office, a lukewarm cup of green tea in his hand. He was supposed to be drafting a blog post about "The Ethereal Vibrations of the Summer Solstice," but his brain had completely short-circuited the moment he saw you tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

"You know," he started, his voice cracking slightly before he lowered it into what he clearly thought was a 'cool' baritone. "The celestial alignment today suggests that administrative tasks should be handled with… extreme grace. Which you’re doing. Obviously. It’s a gift."

You looked up, deadpan. "Reigen, the printer is jammed again and we’re out of toner. Did the spirits do that, or did you try to fix it with a stapler again?"

"I—well, the energy in this room is very turbulent today!" He waved a hand dismissively, nearly sloshing tea on his suit.

He knew you didn't believe in his psychic powers. You’d seen him sweat through a shirt trying to "exorcise" a cockroach with a can of bug spray. Yet, he still felt the need to maintain the persona, mostly because he was terrified that if he stopped being the 'Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century,' he’d just be a guy who was hopelessly, pathetically in love with his assistant.

He noticed your shoulders drop a fraction of an inch. His silly expression vanished, replaced by a rare, grounded softness. He walked over and set a small chocolate bar on your desk—the expensive kind from the bakery down the street.

"Hey," he said, his voice actually steady for once. "The invoices aren't going anywhere. If you're stressed about the workload, take ten minutes. You’re the backbone of this operation. If the backbone snaps, I’m just a floating head. And that’s a bad look for business."

He gave you a small, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat, though you quickly looked back at your monitor.

"Thanks, Reigen."

"Don't mention it! It’s my psychic intuition!" He immediately ruined the moment by tripping over his own feet as he turned to walk away.

The office dynamic was a comedy of errors to everyone but you. Mob often stared at his Master with a mix of pity and confusion as Reigen frantically tried to impress you. When a delivery man lingered a little too long at your desk to chat, Reigen would suddenly appear out of nowhere, performing an "Emergency Aura Cleansing" on the poor guy until he fled.

The peak of his obviousness came during a slow Tuesday.

"I shall read your fortune," Reigen declared, spreading a deck of regular playing cards across your desk. "Free of charge. A perk of the job."

He closed his eyes, humming loudly, before pointing at a Jack of Hearts. "Ah. I see him. Your future husband. A man of… great charisma. Tall-ish. Rocks a grey suit like no one else. Truly a master of his craft. He’s probably a genius, misunderstood by society, with hair that is, let's say, perfectly golden and naturally styled."

"Sounds like a lot of work," you teased.

"On the contrary! He’s incredibly charming and would probably give you a raise if the Spirits and Such economy wasn't currently in a recession!"

The end of the week arrived, and after a few too many drinks at the local izakaya during a "team building" night (which was just the two of you), the filter finally disintegrated.

Reigen was leaning heavily on your shoulder as you walked him toward a taxi. He was rambling about salt prices when he suddenly stopped and gripped your sleeve.

"You know..." he slurred, looking at you with glassy, vulnerable eyes. "I’m not... I’m not actually that cool."

"I know, Reigen," you sighed, adjusting his weight.

"No, but... you stay anyway. And you’re so pretty that sometimes I forget how to breathe? It’s a medical mystery. Or a curse. I think a high-level spirit cursed me to be obsessed with my assistant." He stumbled, his forehead resting against yours for a second. "I really... I really like you. Like, more than I like scams. And I really like scams."

He looked at you, waiting for a psychic revelation, his heart practically visible through his suit jacket. For once, the Greatest Psychic wasn't acting. He was just waiting for you to say it back.

The next few hours passed in a blur of neon streetlights and Reigen’s heavy, rhythmic breathing against your shoulder. By the time the taxi pulled up to your apartment building, his initial burst of loud, drunken energy had faded into a quiet, dopey compliance. He let you guide him up the stairs, his arm draped over your neck, muttering things about how your hair smelled like "something expensive and magical."

"We’re here. Don't trip," you whispered, unlocking your door and pulling him inside.

The moment the door clicked shut, the quiet intimacy of the apartment seemed to sober him up just a fraction. Reigen leaned heavily against the entryway wall, watching you kick off your shoes. His usual theatrical persona was completely gone, stripped away by the alcohol and the sheer weight of what he’d confessed outside.

"Hey," he breathed, his voice rougher and lower than usual. "I meant it. Down there. I’m not... I'm not playing a bit right now."

"I know," you said softly, walking over to him. You reached up to loosen his tie, but the second your fingers brushed his collar, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist. His grip wasn't tight, but it was trembling.

"If you're just being nice to your pathetic boss, you need to tell me right now," he whispered, his eyes dark, searching yours with a raw, desperate vulnerability. "Because I've been dreaming about this every single night."

Instead of answering, you stepped into his space, tilted his chin up, and kissed him.

Reigen let out a sharp, ragged gasp against your mouth. The last of his restraint snapped. His hands moved to your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt with a sudden, fierce possessiveness as he pulled you flush against his chest. He tasted like beer and heat, his kisses messy and starved, as if he were trying to make up for months of agonizing silence in a single moment.

He pressed you back against the front door, the heavy thud echoing through the quiet apartment. His hands slid up from your waist, tracing the curve of your ribs before tangling deeply into your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. A low, needy groan escaped the back of his throat when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"The bedroom," you breathed against his lips, breathless and flush.

He didn't need to be told twice. Reigen scooped you up, his strength surprising you as he carried you the short distance to the bed, tumbling down over you without breaking the kiss. The grey suit jacket was discarded onto the floor in a frantic motion, followed quickly by his tie.

When he looked down at you, his golden hair was completely disheveled, falling into his eyes, and his face was flushed a deep, beautiful crimson. "You are so incredibly beautiful," he noted softly, his hands pinning yours to the mattress for a fleeting second before sliding down to unbutton your shirt. "It’s driving me insane. It’s been driving me insane for months."

Every touch was electric, a stark contrast to the careful, professional boundaries you’d both kept at the office. Reigen was worshipful but desperate, his mouth moving from your lips down the column of your throat, biting gently at the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder, making you arch into him with a quiet gasp.

He unbuttoned your shirt with eager, slightly clumsy fingers, parting the fabric to expose your skin to the cool air of the room before his warm hands followed, tracing your waist and hips. You reached for the buttons of his white dress shirt, tugging it off his shoulders and leaving him bare chest-to-chest with you. The friction of his skin against yours sent a jolt of heat through your core. He unbuckled his belt and kicked out of his slacks, and you quickly shed the rest of your clothes until there was nothing left between you but absolute heat.

Reigen moved between your thighs, his weight a comforting pressure. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot and shallow. "Tell me you want this," he panted, his chest heaving against yours, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Tell me, because if I wake up tomorrow and this was a hallucination, I’m jumping into the river."

"I want you, Arataka," you murmured, using his actual name for the first time.

The sound of his name on your lips broke whatever final barrier he had left. Reigen reached down, his fingers finding your wetness, stroking gently to prepare you as you arched your back, a soft sigh escaping your lips. He couldn't wait any longer; he guided himself to your entrance and pushed into you in one smooth, deep motion, a ragged sigh tearing from his lungs as your tight heat enveloped him completely.

You buried your face in his shoulder, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as he began to move. It was intense, fueled by months of unacknowledged tension and hidden glances across a cluttered desk. Reigen moved with a desperate, heavy rhythm, his hips driving into yours, finding an angle that made you cry out his name. He caught the sound with his mouth, kissing you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as the friction built between your bodies.

Wanting more, you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. Lifting your hips slightly to change the angle, his thrusts becoming harder and more deliberate. Every time you whimpered, he shifted, pressing deeper, his breath coming in ragged, short gasps.

He suddenly rolled onto his back, pulling you up with him without separating. You gasped at the sudden shift, now sitting on top of him. Reigen’s hands immediately clamped onto your hips, guiding your movements as you began to slide up and down his length. From this position, he could see everything, his eyes wide and dark with desire as he watched your breasts sway and your face flush with pleasure. He reached up, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, sending a sharp wave of arousal straight to your core.

"You're perfect," he choked out, his hips lifting to meet every downward stroke of your thighs. "Look at you... unbelievably gorgeous, (your name).”

The pace grew faster, more urgent, the heat in the room rising until neither of you could think straight. Unable to handle the intense depth of the angle any longer, you collapsed forward against his chest. Reigen rolled you over once more, pinning you beneath him, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder to drive into you with relentless, pounding strokes.

"I'm close," he gasped, his muscles locking up as he gripped your waist, pulling you hard against him. The overwhelming friction pushed you over the edge first, your internal walls clamping tightly around his length. The sensation was too much for him. Reigen spilled inside you as a violent shudder wrecked his entire frame.

He collapsed against you, his heart hammering like a trapped bird against his ribs, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you both tried to catch your breath.

The next morning, the sunlight filtered brightly through the blinds.

Reigen stirred, blinking awake as the reality of the hangover, and the night before, hit him all at once. He froze, realizing he was naked, and slowly turned his head to see you sleeping peacefully beside him.

The immediate panic set in. He gripped his hair, his brain furiously trying to calculate if he had ruined his life, breached a contract, or if he was still dreaming.

You opened your eyes, squinting at him. "Morning."

"I—Good morning!" Reigen blurted out, instantly pulling the blanket up to his chin like a modest Victorian lady. "The… the spiritual energy in this room is highly rejuvenative today! I trust you slept well?"

You couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to pull the blanket down and tugging him closer. "Reigen, stop. You don't have to do the bit anymore."

He blinked, the tension melting out of his shoulders as he looked down at you. A soft, incredibly genuine smile crept onto his face. 

Warning(?): kinda suggestive

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

​;; boyfriend!hinata tracking the exact angle of the afternoon sun hitting your bedroom bed just so he can drag the mattress straight onto the floor, pulling you down into the warm patch of light with him like a giant, golden lizard. he’ll tangle his legs with yours, bury his face in your hair, and just sigh against your skin until the sun goes down, completely content to waste a whole training day if it means absorbing your warmth.

​;; boyfriend!hinata having this incredibly specific habit of testing his finger calluses against the softest parts of your skin. you’ll be sitting at the kitchen island and he’ll come up behind you, his hands—rough and hardened from years of slamming against volleyballs—tracing the sensitive curve of your inner wrist or the skin just under your jaw. he does it so gently, a contrast that makes your stomach flip because he knows exactly how much power those hands hold, yet they’re entirely soft for you.

​;; boyfriend!hinata speaking to you in a sleepy, unbothered mix of japanese and portuguese when he’s waking up. his voice is a full octave lower in the mornings, a raspy, thick murmur against your bare shoulder as he pulls you flush against his chest. he’ll call you ‘minha vida’ while sleepily biting at your shoulder blade, his grip tightening around your waist.

​;; boyfriend!hinata being completely obsessed with laundry day, specifically because he loves the routine of it. you’ll find him sitting on the floor surrounded by clean sheets, casually tossing one of his oversized practice jerseys over your head while you’re walking past. he loves seeing you swallowd whole by his clothes, especially when he catches you later sniffing the collar because it smells like his citrus deodorant. he’ll just smirk, pull you by the hem of the shirt onto his lap, and whisper something terribly cocky about how good you look wearing his name.

​;; boyfriend!hinata using his insane athletic reflexes for the absolute dumbest, most affectionate things. if you trip over a rug, he catches you by the waist, spins you in the air, and presses you flat against the nearest wall, laughing that bright, breathless laugh of his. his face will be inches from yours, his chest heaving slightly, his eyes dropping to your lips with a sudden, heavy intensity that reminds you he isn’t a kid anymore.

​;; boyfriend!hinata taking care of your skin after a long day at the beach. he gets so meticulous about it, making you sit between his knees while he carefully rubs cooling aloe or coconut lotion into your shoulders. his thumb will track the line of your tan lines, his touch slowing down, growing heavier and more deliberate until the room feels a little too warm, his breath fanning hot against the back of your neck as he whispers praises about how beautiful your body looks under the sun.

​;; boyfriend!hinata’s absolute favorite way to tease you during his off-season. he’ll be sitting on the sofa playing a game on his phone, and he’ll casually pull you down so you’re straddling his lap, using you as a literal armrest. he acts completely nonchalant, talking to you normally while his large hands slide under the hem of your shorts, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your thighs. he won’t even look up from his screen, but the hot, possessive squeeze he gives your hip every time you try to move away lets you know exactly where his attention really is.

;; boyfriend!hinata being completely incapable of keeping his hands to himself the second you step foot onto a crowded bus. he’ll pull you into the small space between his chest and the door, shielding you from the crowd with his broad shoulders while the bus sways. with one hand gripping the overhead strap, his free hand slides down to cup the back of your thigh, his fingers squeezing firmly through your pants. he’ll lean down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs—low and raspy over the roar of the engine—about how good you smell, completely intoxicated by the mix of your perfume and the heat of the afternoon.

;; boyfriend!hinata turning a simple evening walk along the secluded edge of the beach into something entirely different. he’ll drag you into the shadow of a dark lifeguard tower, pinning your lower back against the cool wooden stilts. while the sound of the crashing waves hides your gasps, he’ll bury his face entirely in the crook of your neck, inhaling you like he’s starving. his hands will slide under your top, his rough palms dragging hot over your ribs, and he’ll growl softly against your skin about how he can taste the salt on you, demanding you tell him how much you love him before he kisses you again without even letting you catch your breath.

;; boyfriend!hinata using his knowledge of launguages on dirty talking to completely break your brain when you’re in bed. he’s so loud and unbothered normally, but in the dark, his praise becomes this heavy, suffocating thing. he’ll pin your wrists above your head with just one hand, hovering over you with those dark, hyper-focused eyes, and he’ll praise you for every little sound you make. “sim, precisely like that, look at how well you’re taking me,” he’ll mutter in a breathless rush of portuguese and japanese, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper against your lips as he tells you how beautiful you look when you’re completely undone for him.

;; boyfriend!hinata’s feral habit of scent-marking you right before he leaves for an away tournament. he’ll trap you on the bed, his heavy body pinning yours down as he spends an entire hour just rubbing his jaw along your collarbone, biting gently at your shoulder blades, and leaving hot, wet kisses along your pulse point until you smell completely like him. if you try to squirm, he’ll just tighten his grip, his thighs locking yours in place, whispering praises about how good of a girl you are for letting him take his time with you.

;; boyfriend!hinata taking a massive risk at a crowded post-match afterparty. he’ll pull you into a dimly lit hallway just around the corner from the main room where his teammates are laughing loudly. he’ll press you against the wall, lifting you up by your thighs so your legs are wrapped around his waist. you can hear the bass thumping through the wall and people walking past the entrance, but hinata just smirks, his thumb wiping a tear of overstimulation from your cheek as he whispers, “shh, be quiet, you don’t wanna let them hear how good i make you feel. right, minha vida?”

;; boyfriend!hinata tracking your cycle or just knowing when your body temperature runs hot, entirely driven by his sense of smell. he’ll walk into the apartment after a grueling six-hour practice, drop his gear bag on the floor, and immediately track you down to wherever you’re sitting. before you can even say welcome home, he’s gently parting your thighs on the chair, burying his face directly into the heat of the soft dip of your inner thigh through your underwear. he’ll take a long, dragging inhale of your scent, his pupils completely blown as he groans against your bare skin, his large hands reaching under your top to grip your waist hard enough to leave faint marks, telling you exactly how ruined the bed is about to be.

;; boyfriend!hinata taking advantage of a completely empty, sun-drenched locker room after everyone else has left the training facility. he’ll lock the heavy door from the inside, trap you against the cold metal of his locker, and pull your shorts down to your knees in one rough, impatient motion. with the distinct smell of fresh sweat, laundry detergent, and leather volleyballs filling the air, he’ll lift your leg over his hip and drive into you right there, the sudden, thick friction making you scream into his shoulder. he’ll instantly choke off your voice with a wet, bruising kiss, his hips slamming into yours with that terrifying, rhythmic endurance while he mutters breathless, filthiest praises into your mouth—“take it all, look at how tight you are for me. you like that everyone's right outside, huh, sweetheart?” he’ll grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “look at me while i fuck you senseless, meu amor.”

n: everyone on discord kept distracting me. but i did get their opinions on this one. it was my twin’s idea for the scent marking, shout ot freaky twin.

guys join the discord, i want 67 members

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nerdmin headcanons as your brothers bestfriend a/n: for the armin lovers (including me)

nerdmin who would say that he’s gonna help you with your studies, as an excuse to be alone with you

nerdmin who would study every feature you have from across the room, you’re just asking your brother to be less noisy and the only thing that he’s doing is staring so obviously at your face while you’re arguing with your brother

nerdmin who would get all flushed whenever you compliment him or smile at him

nerdmin who would listen to anything that you have to say, whether it’s about your day or your complains about your brother

nerdmin who would stay up all night to write a love letter to confess his feelings to you, he’d mention all the things in his sentences, like saying that he loves you just as much as how you love your favorite anime

nerdmin who would give the love letter to you the next day, his hands shaking, lower lip trembling because his way too nervous

nerdmin who would never leave your side after you said yes to his confession, he’s at your house cause he has plans with your brother but he’ll just slip inside your room and cuddle with you

nerdmin who would try to be intimate but fails when you match his energy, his cheeks end up getting pink, he tries to hide his face with both of his hands but you part his hands away with your own

nerdmin who tries to tell you something new that he learned, while he’s oblivious of you sleeping next to him instead of actually listening, he’ll continue talking about whatever smart thing that comes out of his mouth before he sees you taking a nap

nerdmin who says yes before you could even finish your question

nerdmin who would let you pepper him with a bunch of kisses, you’ll grab his face gently and kiss every spot on his face

nerdmin who loves everything you wear or how you style your hair, he won’t even hide how much he loves it, he’ll comment nicely about how you look at least once each hour

Summary: Lady [Y] then took Coco to take her measurements for her clothes. But she couldn't help but wonder how Lady [Y] sews, despite being blind. Amused by her curiosity, [Y] shows Coco how her magic works, leaving Coco amazed in the process. A personal conversation then erupts between the two adults in secrecy.

Pairing : Aglaea!Inspired Reader x Qifrey

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: The parents are arguing.. anyways i like yo imagine the personality of 3.5 aglaea when she interacts with the girls.. i feel like i went too ooc forgive mee and trust i will release a seperate chap to explain about her powers hehe

You blinked at the sudden gesture of Qifrey as you pulled away your hand gently before smiling. "Qifrey... Ever such a gentleman, aren't you?”You giggled as Qifrey pulled back and looked at you. “Apologies if I ever startled you with [Y]" he chuckled and continued, "After all, it's been a long time since we last saw you. I quite missed your presence in the atelier when you had the time to visit." He smiled as the peace between the both of you was broken as a small figure lunged at your clothes, gripping your waist gently.

“Lady [Y], Lady [Y]! Oh how I missed you!” Tetia grinned as she  nuzzled her face into your clothes. "The atelier has been so lonely without you. I know you send letters to us from time to time, but it's not the same with you being there...! ”Tetia pouted as she looked at you with doe eyes.

"I'm sorry, Tetia, I really am. As much as I wanted to spend time with you all… The shop has gotten busier lately" you hummed as you petted her head. "After all, winter is coming, and the demand for winter clothing has taken up most of my time..." you sighed sadly.

She just giggled and continued to cling onto your clothes, her mouth babbling as she told you about the new spells she learned, stories about her dreams, and her shenanigans with the rest of the girls at the atelier. 

You hummed as you listened. "I'm very glad that the atelier is still lively and is doing so well, that alone makes me happy" you said softly while patting her head as she relished your affection.

A quiet voice stepped up. "How about you, lady [Y]? Have you been well?” Richeh asked, also clutching your robes.

“I am, thank you for asking, Richeh." You smiled as you booped her nose. "Despite being busy, there are times where I still have a moment of silence to myself." you hummed as the two children began to ask you a flurry of questions about your well being and work as you entertained them with a smile.

Your eyes then drifted from the two girls to Agott, who seems to have placed herself far away from the conversation. "Agott, why are you all the way over there? No need to feel so shy at me" you said softly, beckoning her over to you. 

Agot's face flushed as she was noticed, grumbling under her breath as she came over to where you were. "Hello, lady [Y], I'm glad you're still as beautiful as ever" she said, staring at you. 

“No need for such praise, Agott...tell me, have you been well?” Your attention was now all over her as you fussed at her state. "I know how much you get hard on yourself most of the time, but…" You then took her hands into yours. "Please take breaks in between, okay…?" More of this and you'll grow white hairs like your master did." you said, chuckling, eyes full of amusement as the two girls beside you giggled at the joke. 

"Please, [Y], my hair comes from my genetics, not stress.." Qifrey rebutted with flushed cheeks at your tease.

Agott just sighed softly at the situation. “I understand, Lady [Y]; there's no need to fret over me. I have been using your advice and taking care of myself more" she said, removing her hands from yours gently. 

“Well, I'm glad to hear that, Agott... After all, you already are such an exceptional witch for your age." you praised her happily. 

Agott's eyes widened at your words before turning her head away from you as the corners of her lips turned upwards slightly at your praise. 

Qifrey just smiled and observed your interaction with his apprentices. You always had that sort of effect on them. They all cling to you, chasing and relishing the warmth of your affection, like how children would be to their mother.

You then noticed the lone figure staring at the interaction of you and others as she played with the hem of her dress nervously. Smiling at the sight, you then let your threads guide you to where she is as you knelt down to her level.

“Hello, you must be Qifrey's new apprentice, Coco, I presume?” you said gently as if not to scare her away from you.

Cocos's face flushed at the sight and attention from you. “Y-yes! It's very nice to meet you, Lady [Y]! I've heard about you a lot from Master Qifrey and the girls..." she stammered, continuing to play with her dress.

“All good things, I hope?”You hummed as you took her hands from her dress and into yours as if to soothe her. "Now, no need to feel so shy around me, I don't bite." you chuckled softly. 

Coco nodded, her head moving up and down fast “yes..! Tetia can't stop talking about you all the way here about your works, talent, and beauty…” she said shyly, finally looking you in the eyes, relishing that the words of Tetia were indeed true, as one word to describe you was… ethereal.

You just giggled at the praise and rubbed her hands gently with your thumb “Well thats how Tetia is, always such a sweetheart and a walking sunshine wherever she goes” you praised Tetia as her smile grew wider, bouncing happily in place at your words.

You then stood up, brushing the speck of dust on your clothes as you turned to Qifrey. 

“Well then, what made you visit my shop all of a sudden? You weren't quite direct in your letter yesterday." you hummed as you stared at him. 

Qifrey then put up his hands in defense, sweatdropping at your pointed stare. “M-my bad, [Y].. I guess I was too excited to see you again that I forgot to tell you the reason for our visit." he said, rubbing the back of his head nervously. “Coco here needs some winter clothing because she left hers back in her home and hasn't had the chance to pack since I took her in." he said sheepishly.

You just stared at him blankly as you rubbed the bridge of your nose at his intrusive actions, eyes narrowing suspiciously at his figure. The look from your face was then gone when you looked at coco gently, smiling softly at her

“Now, now… I believe your master is the one to blame for his carelessness" you jabbed at him as his shoulders slumped at your words. 

“Come with me, Coco. I shall take measurements of your body for your clothes" you said while beckoning her over to a small room at your shop, threads guiding you to the direction of the room.

You then stopped and looked at Qifrey. “Qifrey, I have prepared some snacks and tea for you and the girls before you came here, I set the food up in the lounge. Please bring them there" you said before turning your head away and onto Coco as both of you disappeared into the small room. 

Excited footsteps can be heard from the girls, mostly Tetia, as they all sat down and ate the treats you prepared for them in the lounge of your shop.

In the room, your hand held a long tape measure, as you told Coco to stand in the middle of the room. However, your tape measure seems odd to Coco: it has small dots on the numbers, but she didn't speak up about it, just choosing to stay quiet as she listened to your instructions.

“Coco, lift up your arms for me, please?” you said as Coco lifted her arms, trusting you completely as you measured her shoulders, arms, torso, waist, and legs, while writing down her size in your small notebook. “You can stop lifting them up now, dear; I'm pretty sure your arms are aching, yes?” you giggled as Coco put her arms down, while looking at you curiously. 

The quiet atmosphere between the two of you was nice when all of a sudden, Coco asked, "Um... Lady [Y]. Do you mind me asking you a question?”’ she said nervously.

You then shook your head no and smiled down at her. “No, not at all. What is it that you want to ask me, Coco?” eyes soft as you waited at her question

"Well... It's just that I noticed that the tape measure you're holding had some dots in the numbers and I..." She shifted her body, as if she were guilty about the next question she’d ask. "I also noticed that your eyes had no pupils... Assuming you're blind, lady [Y], I can't help but wonder how you can sew beautiful clothes even without your eyesight...?" She looked down at the floor, hands fidgeting mindlessly. 

The smile from your face vanished as you took in her words. Shoulders sagging and slightly softly with a sad smile, you crouched to her level, your hand guiding Coco's face to look at you gently. 

‘‘I-im sorry, it's a rude question right? I'm really sorry, lady [Y]...” she says, feeling guiltier by the second. 

"No…no, it's okay, Coco. It's what most people ask of me mostly anyway." Your voice trailed out and continued "How can a blind woman be such a talented tailor? Is what they always ask when they meet me" you said, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them. "To tell you the truth, I use magic to help me see specifically my threads. Is what helps me see." 

Lifting your arm to her eyes, you show her your bracelet. "This bracelet was designed and gifted to me by Olruggio after I lost my eyesight after an incident with the brimmed caps." Coco then covered her mouth in shock, eyes widening at your words. "A thoughtful gift, isn't it? ... Thanks to Olly, I can be able to “see” in a way with my threads.” With the flick of your wrist, several thin golden threads fill in the small space of the room, lighting the room in gold. 

Coco's eyes widened at the sight as she held one thread in between her fingers before looking at you in amazement of your magic. 

“Think of it like how you would draw a spell," you explained. "The outer ring serves as the circular shape of my bracelet. There are signs engraved in the small beads of my bracelet as they help me control my threads, and lastly, the larger bead in the center, marked with a sigil, dictates which type of magic I use." You pointed at the said bead and continued “In this case I use light, therefore creating my golden threads" you finished explaining, chuckling softly at the sparkling eyes. 

“Waaaa…!” Cocos' eyes shined like a toddler. "Magic truly is amazing!” She smiled happily as you agreed and giggled at her enthusiasm. 

“This bracelet lasts me for about 3 months, depending on how much I use it, and Olly makes it for me as I pay him a hefty price, despite his protests not to and pay him for how much he charges" you huffed happily, remembering the shocked face of your friend, Olruggio, when you gave him the money for your bracelet as he tried to give back the extra money while you rejected his actions.

“Though I might not be able to 'see' just like you, I can see the world differently using my threads as my eyes, while also using the remaining senses of my body: touch, smell, hearing, and taste" you hummed as you grabbed the tape measure at the table. 

“For example, my tape measure, like you said, had small dots, didn't it?” You then gave the item to Coco as she inspected it with wonder.

“These dots helped me figure out your measurements using Braille." you said softly, finger trailing over the raised marks. "In that way, the clothes I make for you and everyone else are tailored perfectly to your comfort." You then pointed to the extra shelves, stored with fabrics in the room. 

“Furthermore, Braille is found all over my shop: I use it for labeling fabrics, colors, and their texture to help me identify when I sew clothes" you continued to explain as she looked at your shop in amazement, seeing marks on the shelves in the room. "As for sewing, I use my threads; they guide me on what place to cut, mend, and improve, as they are my 'eyes.'" 

You brushed your fingers at your bracelet, playing with it. "However, the quality of my dresses comes from my hands alone.The threads are the ones to guide, but they cannot replace my talent and care for the clothes I make," you finished explaining, looking at her gently. 

She looked at you with nothing but amazement, eyes sparkling at your dedication for your craft. “Lady [y]…! You really are amazing...!” Eyes sparkling with adoration, unable to contain herself, she hugged your waist happily. "You really deserve the title of seamstress!" she said giggling as you returned her hug gently. 

"I'm glad my talent makes you happy, Coco. Though, I heard from your master that you helped manage your mother's tailoring shop" you said, smiling at her. 

At the mention of her mom, Coco's smile wavered a bit, remembering the state of her mom. You noticed quickly as you rubbed the back of her back gently as you pulled away and looked into her eyes. "I know you and Qifrey made a promise in saving your mother…then let me make my own.." gripping her hands gently. "I promise to help out your mother, to the best of my abilities, Coco.So don't lose hope, okay? Qifrey is a talented and wonderful witch. I have no doubt that one day… He'll find a way in the future" you reassured her as her eyes watered with gratitude as she hid her face in your neck, feeling small droplets of her tears in your clothes as you just comforted her gently, like a mother would.

"Hey... since you were your mothers helper.. I might as well steal you away from Qifrey when the shop gets busy" you say, trying to cheer her up, as a small giggle breaks out of Coco's sadness. 

Time passed as Coco's tears stopped flowing, wiping the rest of her tears as you just patted her back soothingly.

“Better?” you asked Coco, still rubbing her back, as she looked back at you with gratitude “yes.. Im better now, thank you, lady [Y]..’’ she muttered out weakly 

"I'm glad that you're fine now, Coco.” You smiled at her gently, helping her regain her standing. “We should go out now, I'm done with your measurements, and we did take a long time here." You sweatdropped. "Maybe your master and the girls are looking for us by now. Shall we, Coco?” With the guidance of your threads, you reached for the handle and opened the door, tilting your head as you waited for Coco to follow.

Coco then nodded and went out of the room and went into where Qifrey and the rest of the girls were.

Tetia's smile widened as she saw Coco coming out of the room with you. 

“Coco, Lady [Y]! What took you guys so long?” she pouted as she hopped towards your direction.

“Apologies, Coco here wanted to see my magic, and she was so eager too. Seeing someone so eager about it, I couldn't help but entertain her questions." You smiled happily.

You then diverted your attention to Qifrey. "Her clothes will be done in about 2 days. I'll make sure to deliver it the moment I'm done with it." Qifrey just nodded at your words as his attention was now on the two children.

Tetia's eyes widened, and she grabbed Coco's shoulders. "Waaa...! You saw Lady [Y]’s magic that close?!” Tetia exclaimed happily, shaking Coco quickly. "Lady [Y]'s magic truly is beautiful, right?!” Her eyes shining in delight 

Richeh then grabbed Tetia to stop her from shaking Coco. "Tetia, stop shaking Coco.. she'll get dizzy at this rate" she says worriedly as she looks at Coco, seeing her current state.

Tetia then stopped and looked at Coco and gasped, "I'm sorry, Coco! I really didn't mean to shake you that hard…!”  She fusses over Coco as Coco reassures her, "No.. It's okay,Tetia..." Coco looked like she was about to puke, her vision spinning. 

Agott just sighed and grabbed Coco, gently guiding her to sit down on the couch to stop her from barfing. Behind her, Tetia and Richeh followed, each worried in their own way.

Qifrey just chuckled at the situation, amused at the chaos. All of a sudden, he noticed a piercing stare from across the room. Looking up, he noticed you looking at him while tilting your head and pointing at a secluded space as you left the lounge, waiting for him to follow.

With a sigh, he looked at the girls again and smiled. "Girls, Lady [Y] and I are going to chat for a while. do entertain yourselves with each other in the meantime. Agott, watch over them?” he instructed as Agott just nodded her head at his words, her attention clearly on the 3 girls as Qifrey left the lounge. 

Qifrey then entered a small secluded space at your shop, looking for you when he felt a hand grab his arm and pin him to the wall. It was you looking at him with suspicion. 

You then let go of Qifrey as you took a few steps backward to give them space and spoke out.

“Why did you take Coco in such a short time?” You asked him, brows knitting together in suspicion, “That's not like you.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest as you waited for his answer."

Qifrey was quiet for a few moments before answering, "Coco is someone I took in due to her love for magic, so I thought, why not take her in? I was looking for another apprentice anyway—"

"Don't lie to me." you cut off his words, looking at him, your voice calm but accusing. 

"You don't get to tell me the same lie you told to everyone else.” Your gaze was still on him. "I know you better than anyone, Qifrey." You let out a sigh, uncrossing your arms. "We have been friends ever since we were apprentices..." A quiet silence passed by the both of you. "So tell me the truth.” You stood quietly, tilting your head, waiting for his real reason behind his actions. 

Qifrey just remained silent, avoiding your gaze with a clenched jaw.

“Qifrey, don't make me use my threads on you to get the truth." you threatened him as you clasp your bracelet on your wrist, the spell from it coming to life. Qifrey then lunged at you, grabbing your arm with the bracelet and unclasping it in one go as the bracelet fell onto the floor with a thud.

"..." Your arm is still in his grasp as you yank it away from him and pick up the bracelet on the floor while he takes a few steps back and leans against a wall.

“So, are you going to stand there and look stupid, or do I have to force the truth out of you?”you asked, raising your eyebrows.

A few moments later, Qifrey then spoke up. "Coco... She had a connection with the brimmed caps, though not intentional." His eyes looked at you. "She told me someone gave her a picture book about magic back when she was a child." He paused and continued, "The night when I took her in… She traced a forbidden spell from the book." 

He then sighed. "That spell is the reason why her mother is the way she is now, and it was too late for me to get the book as the spell she drew had devoured everything in her house, crystallizing every space it saw." 

“I took her in because she is the only person who can lead me to find the brimmed caps and get the punishment they deserve for what they did to me, to us.” His voice took on a desperate tone. "You know what this means, right?” His voice trembled. "If we find them… Then this can finally end..." he said with a strained smile. "I'll find a way to reverse my curse. And you'll be able to see, like how you used to." He grabbed your hand desperately.

“So please… Don't get in my way [Y], I really don't want to hurt you." he said, while lifting a hand to cup your cheek.

The man in front of you is filled with nothing but anger and obsession, his goal is hunting the brimmed caps down, bleeding through his conscience, nothing like the calm and composed teacher everyone knew.

You removed his hand from your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyed after learning the truth. “You know, Qifrey, as much as I admire your dedication to hunting down the brimmed caps for what they did to us..." 

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down and looked at him. "This whole thing will be your ruin one day." you said coldly as you prepared to leave the room, giving him one last glance. 

"Think about the present, Qifrey. Those girls you took in, they need you.” You said weakly. "They look up to you, Qifrey. I know you are a great teacher, and you've done your best to protect them." You gave him a desperate look. "I know you're hurting and want justice. But don't let your obsession with the brimmed caps drag them into danger." You held his gaze. "I know you know that as much as I do." You then left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Qifrey said nothing. He just stood there in silence, your words echoing in his mind as fists clenched as he stared at your figure.

The look from your face from before disappeared when the girls came up to you, pulling you gently to play with them. Qifrey couldn't help but look away from the sight as he took a while to calm down and stepped out with a smile on his face.

"Girls, we should get going and do why we came here in the first place" he said as he began to wear his white robes. "Lady [Y] is a busy woman, we shouldn't take too much of her time now." He coaxed them gently to wear their robes as they all whined, mostly Tetia, not happy to leave so soon.

“Aweee, but Master Qifrey...! Can't we stay here a little while longer? We haven't seen Lady [Y] in a while!” Tetia whined as she tried to give him her big, doe eyes to convince him to stay.

Qifrey just smiled at the sight before shaking his head no and pointed out a person coming in. "As much as I want to stay, we can't, Lady [Y] has a customer to tend to right now." He just patted Tetia's head as he helped her wear her robes, the same thing he did with the rest of the girls.

Qifrey then stood at the door of your shop, alongside Coco, Richeh, and Agott. The only person they're waiting for is stuck to you, hugging you like there's no tomorrow. 

Tetia just pouted and hugged your waist, clinging onto you. 

“Lady [Y]...I'll miss you..." Tetia's mouth wobbled as she buried her face into your clothes. 

You just smiled and kneeled down to her level. "Tetia, no need to cry now, hm?” you soothed Tetia as you hummed, "How about this? You patted your cheek with your finger. “When I'm finished with Coco's clothes, I'll deliver them in person! How does that sound?” you suggested happily as Tetia's eyes widened as she gasped at your words, clearly delighted. 

“Really?! You'll do that??” she asked you early, happy at the thought that you'll visit the atelier.

“Of course, so no need to feel sad now, Tetia. You'll see me in 2 days." you said gently as you directed her to Qifrey and the others.

Tetia ran into where they were and then waved her arms goodbye at you, followed by the rest raising their arms in farewell.

Tetia then began to chat with Coco, telling her the stuff she needed to prepare for your visit as Coco tried to keep up with her rambling, Richeh butting sometimes during the conversation, and Agott choosing to stay silent and observe their interaction as they all went out first, soon to be followed by Qifrey.

He was about to leave when–

“Qifrey” you called out to him, saying nothing but giving him a look before smiling. "Take care of yourselves, I'll see you again soon." you said softly.

He returned your smile. “Yeah, I'll see you then, [Y]." he said before going outside, closing the door behind him and joining the rest of the girls waiting for him. 

You stared at their retreating figures before closing your eyes and opening them and then began to entertain your new customer.

Summary: Lady [Y] then took Coco to take her measurements for her clothes. But she couldn't help but wonder how Lady [Y] sews, despite being blind. Amused by her curiosity, [Y] shows Coco how her magic works, leaving Coco amazed in the process. A personal conversation then erupts between the two adults in secrecy.

Pairing : Aglaea!Inspired Reader x Qifrey

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: The parents are arguing.. anyways i like yo imagine the personality of 3.5 aglaea when she interacts with the girls.. i feel like i went too ooc forgive mee and trust i will release a seperate chap to explain about her powers hehe

You blinked at the sudden gesture of Qifrey as you pulled away your hand gently before smiling. "Qifrey... Ever such a gentleman, aren't you?”You giggled as Qifrey pulled back and looked at you. “Apologies if I ever startled you with [Y]" he chuckled and continued, "After all, it's been a long time since we last saw you. I quite missed your presence in the atelier when you had the time to visit." He smiled as the peace between the both of you was broken as a small figure lunged at your clothes, gripping your waist gently.

“Lady [Y], Lady [Y]! Oh how I missed you!” Tetia grinned as she  nuzzled her face into your clothes. "The atelier has been so lonely without you. I know you send letters to us from time to time, but it's not the same with you being there...! ”Tetia pouted as she looked at you with doe eyes.

"I'm sorry, Tetia, I really am. As much as I wanted to spend time with you all… The shop has gotten busier lately" you hummed as you petted her head. "After all, winter is coming, and the demand for winter clothing has taken up most of my time..." you sighed sadly.

She just giggled and continued to cling onto your clothes, her mouth babbling as she told you about the new spells she learned, stories about her dreams, and her shenanigans with the rest of the girls at the atelier. 

You hummed as you listened. "I'm very glad that the atelier is still lively and is doing so well, that alone makes me happy" you said softly while patting her head as she relished your affection.

A quiet voice stepped up. "How about you, lady [Y]? Have you been well?” Richeh asked, also clutching your robes.

“I am, thank you for asking, Richeh." You smiled as you booped her nose. "Despite being busy, there are times where I still have a moment of silence to myself." you hummed as the two children began to ask you a flurry of questions about your well being and work as you entertained them with a smile.

Your eyes then drifted from the two girls to Agott, who seems to have placed herself far away from the conversation. "Agott, why are you all the way over there? No need to feel so shy at me" you said softly, beckoning her over to you. 

Agot's face flushed as she was noticed, grumbling under her breath as she came over to where you were. "Hello, lady [Y], I'm glad you're still as beautiful as ever" she said, staring at you. 

“No need for such praise, Agott...tell me, have you been well?” Your attention was now all over her as you fussed at her state. "I know how much you get hard on yourself most of the time, but…" You then took her hands into yours. "Please take breaks in between, okay…?" More of this and you'll grow white hairs like your master did." you said, chuckling, eyes full of amusement as the two girls beside you giggled at the joke. 

"Please, [Y], my hair comes from my genetics, not stress.." Qifrey rebutted with flushed cheeks at your tease.

Agott just sighed softly at the situation. “I understand, Lady [Y]; there's no need to fret over me. I have been using your advice and taking care of myself more" she said, removing her hands from yours gently. 

“Well, I'm glad to hear that, Agott... After all, you already are such an exceptional witch for your age." you praised her happily. 

Agott's eyes widened at your words before turning her head away from you as the corners of her lips turned upwards slightly at your praise. 

Qifrey just smiled and observed your interaction with his apprentices. You always had that sort of effect on them. They all cling to you, chasing and relishing the warmth of your affection, like how children would be to their mother.

You then noticed the lone figure staring at the interaction of you and others as she played with the hem of her dress nervously. Smiling at the sight, you then let your threads guide you to where she is as you knelt down to her level.

“Hello, you must be Qifrey's new apprentice, Coco, I presume?” you said gently as if not to scare her away from you.

Cocos's face flushed at the sight and attention from you. “Y-yes! It's very nice to meet you, Lady [Y]! I've heard about you a lot from Master Qifrey and the girls..." she stammered, continuing to play with her dress.

“All good things, I hope?”You hummed as you took her hands from her dress and into yours as if to soothe her. "Now, no need to feel so shy around me, I don't bite." you chuckled softly. 

Coco nodded, her head moving up and down fast “yes..! Tetia can't stop talking about you all the way here about your works, talent, and beauty…” she said shyly, finally looking you in the eyes, relishing that the words of Tetia were indeed true, as one word to describe you was… ethereal.

You just giggled at the praise and rubbed her hands gently with your thumb “Well thats how Tetia is, always such a sweetheart and a walking sunshine wherever she goes” you praised Tetia as her smile grew wider, bouncing happily in place at your words.

You then stood up, brushing the speck of dust on your clothes as you turned to Qifrey. 

“Well then, what made you visit my shop all of a sudden? You weren't quite direct in your letter yesterday." you hummed as you stared at him. 

Qifrey then put up his hands in defense, sweatdropping at your pointed stare. “M-my bad, [Y].. I guess I was too excited to see you again that I forgot to tell you the reason for our visit." he said, rubbing the back of his head nervously. “Coco here needs some winter clothing because she left hers back in her home and hasn't had the chance to pack since I took her in." he said sheepishly.

You just stared at him blankly as you rubbed the bridge of your nose at his intrusive actions, eyes narrowing suspiciously at his figure. The look from your face was then gone when you looked at coco gently, smiling softly at her

“Now, now… I believe your master is the one to blame for his carelessness" you jabbed at him as his shoulders slumped at your words. 

“Come with me, Coco. I shall take measurements of your body for your clothes" you said while beckoning her over to a small room at your shop, threads guiding you to the direction of the room.

You then stopped and looked at Qifrey. “Qifrey, I have prepared some snacks and tea for you and the girls before you came here, I set the food up in the lounge. Please bring them there" you said before turning your head away and onto Coco as both of you disappeared into the small room. 

Excited footsteps can be heard from the girls, mostly Tetia, as they all sat down and ate the treats you prepared for them in the lounge of your shop.

In the room, your hand held a long tape measure, as you told Coco to stand in the middle of the room. However, your tape measure seems odd to Coco: it has small dots on the numbers, but she didn't speak up about it, just choosing to stay quiet as she listened to your instructions.

“Coco, lift up your arms for me, please?” you said as Coco lifted her arms, trusting you completely as you measured her shoulders, arms, torso, waist, and legs, while writing down her size in your small notebook. “You can stop lifting them up now, dear; I'm pretty sure your arms are aching, yes?” you giggled as Coco put her arms down, while looking at you curiously. 

The quiet atmosphere between the two of you was nice when all of a sudden, Coco asked, "Um... Lady [Y]. Do you mind me asking you a question?”’ she said nervously.

You then shook your head no and smiled down at her. “No, not at all. What is it that you want to ask me, Coco?” eyes soft as you waited at her question

"Well... It's just that I noticed that the tape measure you're holding had some dots in the numbers and I..." She shifted her body, as if she were guilty about the next question she’d ask. "I also noticed that your eyes had no pupils... Assuming you're blind, lady [Y], I can't help but wonder how you can sew beautiful clothes even without your eyesight...?" She looked down at the floor, hands fidgeting mindlessly. 

The smile from your face vanished as you took in her words. Shoulders sagging and slightly softly with a sad smile, you crouched to her level, your hand guiding Coco's face to look at you gently. 

‘‘I-im sorry, it's a rude question right? I'm really sorry, lady [Y]...” she says, feeling guiltier by the second. 

"No…no, it's okay, Coco. It's what most people ask of me mostly anyway." Your voice trailed out and continued "How can a blind woman be such a talented tailor? Is what they always ask when they meet me" you said, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them. "To tell you the truth, I use magic to help me see specifically my threads. Is what helps me see." 

Lifting your arm to her eyes, you show her your bracelet. "This bracelet was designed and gifted to me by Olruggio after I lost my eyesight after an incident with the brimmed caps." Coco then covered her mouth in shock, eyes widening at your words. "A thoughtful gift, isn't it? ... Thanks to Olly, I can be able to “see” in a way with my threads.” With the flick of your wrist, several thin golden threads fill in the small space of the room, lighting the room in gold. 

Coco's eyes widened at the sight as she held one thread in between her fingers before looking at you in amazement of your magic. 

“Think of it like how you would draw a spell," you explained. "The outer ring serves as the circular shape of my bracelet. There are signs engraved in the small beads of my bracelet as they help me control my threads, and lastly, the larger bead in the center, marked with a sigil, dictates which type of magic I use." You pointed at the said bead and continued “In this case I use light, therefore creating my golden threads" you finished explaining, chuckling softly at the sparkling eyes. 

“Waaaa…!” Cocos' eyes shined like a toddler. "Magic truly is amazing!” She smiled happily as you agreed and giggled at her enthusiasm. 

“This bracelet lasts me for about 3 months, depending on how much I use it, and Olly makes it for me as I pay him a hefty price, despite his protests not to and pay him for how much he charges" you huffed happily, remembering the shocked face of your friend, Olruggio, when you gave him the money for your bracelet as he tried to give back the extra money while you rejected his actions.

“Though I might not be able to 'see' just like you, I can see the world differently using my threads as my eyes, while also using the remaining senses of my body: touch, smell, hearing, and taste" you hummed as you grabbed the tape measure at the table. 

“For example, my tape measure, like you said, had small dots, didn't it?” You then gave the item to Coco as she inspected it with wonder.

“These dots helped me figure out your measurements using Braille." you said softly, finger trailing over the raised marks. "In that way, the clothes I make for you and everyone else are tailored perfectly to your comfort." You then pointed to the extra shelves, stored with fabrics in the room. 

“Furthermore, Braille is found all over my shop: I use it for labeling fabrics, colors, and their texture to help me identify when I sew clothes" you continued to explain as she looked at your shop in amazement, seeing marks on the shelves in the room. "As for sewing, I use my threads; they guide me on what place to cut, mend, and improve, as they are my 'eyes.'" 

You brushed your fingers at your bracelet, playing with it. "However, the quality of my dresses comes from my hands alone.The threads are the ones to guide, but they cannot replace my talent and care for the clothes I make," you finished explaining, looking at her gently. 

She looked at you with nothing but amazement, eyes sparkling at your dedication for your craft. “Lady [y]…! You really are amazing...!” Eyes sparkling with adoration, unable to contain herself, she hugged your waist happily. "You really deserve the title of seamstress!" she said giggling as you returned her hug gently. 

"I'm glad my talent makes you happy, Coco. Though, I heard from your master that you helped manage your mother's tailoring shop" you said, smiling at her. 

At the mention of her mom, Coco's smile wavered a bit, remembering the state of her mom. You noticed quickly as you rubbed the back of her back gently as you pulled away and looked into her eyes. "I know you and Qifrey made a promise in saving your mother…then let me make my own.." gripping her hands gently. "I promise to help out your mother, to the best of my abilities, Coco.So don't lose hope, okay? Qifrey is a talented and wonderful witch. I have no doubt that one day… He'll find a way in the future" you reassured her as her eyes watered with gratitude as she hid her face in your neck, feeling small droplets of her tears in your clothes as you just comforted her gently, like a mother would.

"Hey... since you were your mothers helper.. I might as well steal you away from Qifrey when the shop gets busy" you say, trying to cheer her up, as a small giggle breaks out of Coco's sadness. 

Time passed as Coco's tears stopped flowing, wiping the rest of her tears as you just patted her back soothingly.

“Better?” you asked Coco, still rubbing her back, as she looked back at you with gratitude “yes.. Im better now, thank you, lady [Y]..’’ she muttered out weakly 

"I'm glad that you're fine now, Coco.” You smiled at her gently, helping her regain her standing. “We should go out now, I'm done with your measurements, and we did take a long time here." You sweatdropped. "Maybe your master and the girls are looking for us by now. Shall we, Coco?” With the guidance of your threads, you reached for the handle and opened the door, tilting your head as you waited for Coco to follow.

Coco then nodded and went out of the room and went into where Qifrey and the rest of the girls were.

Tetia's smile widened as she saw Coco coming out of the room with you. 

“Coco, Lady [Y]! What took you guys so long?” she pouted as she hopped towards your direction.

“Apologies, Coco here wanted to see my magic, and she was so eager too. Seeing someone so eager about it, I couldn't help but entertain her questions." You smiled happily.

You then diverted your attention to Qifrey. "Her clothes will be done in about 2 days. I'll make sure to deliver it the moment I'm done with it." Qifrey just nodded at your words as his attention was now on the two children.

Tetia's eyes widened, and she grabbed Coco's shoulders. "Waaa...! You saw Lady [Y]’s magic that close?!” Tetia exclaimed happily, shaking Coco quickly. "Lady [Y]'s magic truly is beautiful, right?!” Her eyes shining in delight 

Richeh then grabbed Tetia to stop her from shaking Coco. "Tetia, stop shaking Coco.. she'll get dizzy at this rate" she says worriedly as she looks at Coco, seeing her current state.

Tetia then stopped and looked at Coco and gasped, "I'm sorry, Coco! I really didn't mean to shake you that hard…!”  She fusses over Coco as Coco reassures her, "No.. It's okay,Tetia..." Coco looked like she was about to puke, her vision spinning. 

Agott just sighed and grabbed Coco, gently guiding her to sit down on the couch to stop her from barfing. Behind her, Tetia and Richeh followed, each worried in their own way.

Qifrey just chuckled at the situation, amused at the chaos. All of a sudden, he noticed a piercing stare from across the room. Looking up, he noticed you looking at him while tilting your head and pointing at a secluded space as you left the lounge, waiting for him to follow.

With a sigh, he looked at the girls again and smiled. "Girls, Lady [Y] and I are going to chat for a while. do entertain yourselves with each other in the meantime. Agott, watch over them?” he instructed as Agott just nodded her head at his words, her attention clearly on the 3 girls as Qifrey left the lounge. 

Qifrey then entered a small secluded space at your shop, looking for you when he felt a hand grab his arm and pin him to the wall. It was you looking at him with suspicion. 

You then let go of Qifrey as you took a few steps backward to give them space and spoke out.

“Why did you take Coco in such a short time?” You asked him, brows knitting together in suspicion, “That's not like you.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest as you waited for his answer."

Qifrey was quiet for a few moments before answering, "Coco is someone I took in due to her love for magic, so I thought, why not take her in? I was looking for another apprentice anyway—"

"Don't lie to me." you cut off his words, looking at him, your voice calm but accusing. 

"You don't get to tell me the same lie you told to everyone else.” Your gaze was still on him. "I know you better than anyone, Qifrey." You let out a sigh, uncrossing your arms. "We have been friends ever since we were apprentices..." A quiet silence passed by the both of you. "So tell me the truth.” You stood quietly, tilting your head, waiting for his real reason behind his actions. 

Qifrey just remained silent, avoiding your gaze with a clenched jaw.

“Qifrey, don't make me use my threads on you to get the truth." you threatened him as you clasp your bracelet on your wrist, the spell from it coming to life. Qifrey then lunged at you, grabbing your arm with the bracelet and unclasping it in one go as the bracelet fell onto the floor with a thud.

"..." Your arm is still in his grasp as you yank it away from him and pick up the bracelet on the floor while he takes a few steps back and leans against a wall.

“So, are you going to stand there and look stupid, or do I have to force the truth out of you?”you asked, raising your eyebrows.

A few moments later, Qifrey then spoke up. "Coco... She had a connection with the brimmed caps, though not intentional." His eyes looked at you. "She told me someone gave her a picture book about magic back when she was a child." He paused and continued, "The night when I took her in… She traced a forbidden spell from the book." 

He then sighed. "That spell is the reason why her mother is the way she is now, and it was too late for me to get the book as the spell she drew had devoured everything in her house, crystallizing every space it saw." 

“I took her in because she is the only person who can lead me to find the brimmed caps and get the punishment they deserve for what they did to me, to us.” His voice took on a desperate tone. "You know what this means, right?” His voice trembled. "If we find them… Then this can finally end..." he said with a strained smile. "I'll find a way to reverse my curse. And you'll be able to see, like how you used to." He grabbed your hand desperately.

“So please… Don't get in my way [Y], I really don't want to hurt you." he said, while lifting a hand to cup your cheek.

The man in front of you is filled with nothing but anger and obsession, his goal is hunting the brimmed caps down, bleeding through his conscience, nothing like the calm and composed teacher everyone knew.

You removed his hand from your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyed after learning the truth. “You know, Qifrey, as much as I admire your dedication to hunting down the brimmed caps for what they did to us..." 

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down and looked at him. "This whole thing will be your ruin one day." you said coldly as you prepared to leave the room, giving him one last glance. 

"Think about the present, Qifrey. Those girls you took in, they need you.” You said weakly. "They look up to you, Qifrey. I know you are a great teacher, and you've done your best to protect them." You gave him a desperate look. "I know you're hurting and want justice. But don't let your obsession with the brimmed caps drag them into danger." You held his gaze. "I know you know that as much as I do." You then left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Qifrey said nothing. He just stood there in silence, your words echoing in his mind as fists clenched as he stared at your figure.

The look from your face from before disappeared when the girls came up to you, pulling you gently to play with them. Qifrey couldn't help but look away from the sight as he took a while to calm down and stepped out with a smile on his face.

"Girls, we should get going and do why we came here in the first place" he said as he began to wear his white robes. "Lady [Y] is a busy woman, we shouldn't take too much of her time now." He coaxed them gently to wear their robes as they all whined, mostly Tetia, not happy to leave so soon.

“Aweee, but Master Qifrey...! Can't we stay here a little while longer? We haven't seen Lady [Y] in a while!” Tetia whined as she tried to give him her big, doe eyes to convince him to stay.

Qifrey just smiled at the sight before shaking his head no and pointed out a person coming in. "As much as I want to stay, we can't, Lady [Y] has a customer to tend to right now." He just patted Tetia's head as he helped her wear her robes, the same thing he did with the rest of the girls.

Qifrey then stood at the door of your shop, alongside Coco, Richeh, and Agott. The only person they're waiting for is stuck to you, hugging you like there's no tomorrow. 

Tetia just pouted and hugged your waist, clinging onto you. 

“Lady [Y]...I'll miss you..." Tetia's mouth wobbled as she buried her face into your clothes. 

You just smiled and kneeled down to her level. "Tetia, no need to cry now, hm?” you soothed Tetia as you hummed, "How about this? You patted your cheek with your finger. “When I'm finished with Coco's clothes, I'll deliver them in person! How does that sound?” you suggested happily as Tetia's eyes widened as she gasped at your words, clearly delighted. 

“Really?! You'll do that??” she asked you early, happy at the thought that you'll visit the atelier.

“Of course, so no need to feel sad now, Tetia. You'll see me in 2 days." you said gently as you directed her to Qifrey and the others.

Tetia ran into where they were and then waved her arms goodbye at you, followed by the rest raising their arms in farewell.

Tetia then began to chat with Coco, telling her the stuff she needed to prepare for your visit as Coco tried to keep up with her rambling, Richeh butting sometimes during the conversation, and Agott choosing to stay silent and observe their interaction as they all went out first, soon to be followed by Qifrey.

He was about to leave when–

“Qifrey” you called out to him, saying nothing but giving him a look before smiling. "Take care of yourselves, I'll see you again soon." you said softly.

He returned your smile. “Yeah, I'll see you then, [Y]." he said before going outside, closing the door behind him and joining the rest of the girls waiting for him. 

You stared at their retreating figures before closing your eyes and opening them and then began to entertain your new customer.

You’ve just gotten cozy in bed when your husband tells you, “You’re hot.”

“Thank you?” you replied, confused. “I’m not really in the mood tonight, though…”

Iwaizumi looked at you as if you’d grown another head. His brows are drawn together, mirroring your confusion.

“What? No, love, you’re hot.”

“I know I’m hot, Haji. You told me. And I told you I’m not in the mood.”

He sighed. “Hot-hot. You have a fever.”

“Oh?” You put a hand on your neck, feeling the temperature a lot warmer than usual. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“How’d you know?”

He shuffled around your bedroom, going through the cabinets that had extra blankets, medicine, and a thermometer he kept in your nightstand. Iwaizumi sat next to you, the bed dipping under his weight.

“You’re quieter than usual,” he answered eventually.

“That’s it? That’s not even—mmph!”

You could only glare at your husband when he unceremoniously gives you the thermometer.

“Rude. Is this how you treat your wife? That is ill?”

Iwaizumi chuckled. “Sorry, sorry. I forgot to tell you.” He offered you the blankets and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand to show that he truly was sorry. You’re not sure if you want to believe him given that cheeky smile on his face. “Be right back. I’ll make you something warm and get some water.”

“But we just had dinner—”

“Just a little hot soup? Please?”

“But I just brushed my teeth, Haji.”

“I’ll help you brush your teeth after.”

You stared at him. There was no way you could win this argument. Iwaizumi was quite stubborn when he wanted to be.

“Fine. I want egg drop soup, though.”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

-

You’re about to fall asleep when Iwaizumi pulls you closer to him, murmuring, “You okay?”

“Mmh. Feels like it’s going to come down on me t’morrow.”

He shifted slightly, kissing your temple. “Weekend tomorrow. I’ll take care of you.”

You smiled, nodding along. Having a husband who could tell that you were about to fall ill just from the subtle tell-tale signs was a blessing.