della/aria

i wanted to request him (and maybe olruggio too if that’s not too much) taking care of child-apprentice reader after she catches a very harsh fever and he’s fretting over her and the other girls incase they’re sick too :D

a/n: YAY im very glad to hear u like the way I write qifrey 😁don't worry i gotchu !!!

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"Ah it seems you've caught an illness" Qifrey said softly removing the thermometer from you mouth, while standing up. "Don't worry, Olly and i will make sure your taken care of" he smiled gently.

You'd been playing in the rain along the other girls and was the first to begin sneezing and getting the chills, so Qifrey had five apprentices to look after and make sure they wouldn't get any more ill.

He considered taking them to the hospital, but it was too simple to be taken seriously.

"It seems like we'll have to play doctor Olly" Qifrey said leaving you to rest in your room "damn it, I told them not to play outside in the rain. We have spells to deter it-" he began rambling on how this could've been prevented.

"They're still kids Olly, they'll learn from this and hopefully use the spells we taught them" he smiled gathering dried herbs, "now we should check on the others and hope the sniffles hasn't been passed on."

Olruggio checks on the girls, making sure each of them were healthy. Only Agott seemed to be the other under the weather, and so she was sent off to join you. The rest of the girls decided to help nurse you and agott back to health, bringing food, medicine, entertainment, and homework.

Qifrey would bring doctors to make sure it wasn't anything severe, make sure you both took your medicine even if it was icky.

Qifrey had day duty, Olruggio had night duty.

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Olruggio sat beside your bed scratching his head with his pen, "can you show me some magic" he heard your weak voice croak making him look up at you.

Your big eyes poking out from beneath the fuzzy blanket and wet rag, "I can't sleep Master Olruggio"

His face softened, drawing a spell showing off a bird made of fire. Sparkling and sparking in the air, you and Agott look in awe at the illusion.

"it's so pretty" you utter, "yeah when your both better we'll take you all out and make a show, Qifrey and I" he said

"promise?"

"I cross my heart and hope to die" he said with a smile, "now go to bed I can tell you body is tired."

"Goodnight Master Olruggio"

"G'night little one"

(Qifrey would spend the day teaching you about magic, or showing you his own magic)

He sat between you and Agott reading a lecture or a story while you both were in and out of consciousness. His expression softening, "quite the cold you've both caught hm?". "Next time I'll teach you properly how to use the spell to avoid the rain, I'm quite the expert you know" he smiled.

Only to receive no response, he felt both of your foreheads. Drawing his cooling spell once more to break the fever, "I promise a proper picnic once you're both well"

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It takes about a week for the infection to go away, throughout all that Qifrey was paranoid about everyone else getting sick. So he made sure everything was even more sanitary and clean.

-washing the sheets every morning

-everyone washing their hands exiting the room, before dinner, leaving the house, and after touching anything really.

-cleaning the floor daily

-showers every other day

-sanitizing the dishes

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Once the illness was gone you were both allowed to return to the main part of the atelier, and as promised received a picnic on a nice warm evening and at night a magic show made up of fire and water.

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modern au coco would shove her phone into qifreys face and beg for dubai chocolat. Sorry for it being so short !!

yukito ayatsuji x fem!reader

reader may be written as female but feel free to interpret her gender to yours !!

warnings!

yukito going thru it, implied panic attack, very small implication of him being humiliated/abused but it’s missable

chapter one; “the sullen wind was soon awake”

see previous chapter: prologue

2010- 3 - 24.

お姫様,

This is your tenth year away from me, or possibly more, perhaps I lost you far earlier than I had previously ascertained. I’ve made the attempt of replaying every moment following up to that day, and kept losing my place. But what difference does it make? ten years? eleven, twelve? when you have been stolen and rearranged by your own making for so many years that I can only sit and watch my skin rot away from the sickness you inflicted on me. My bones feel as if they are glass, cold, thin and too small for my body. I can’t look at my own flesh without vomiting anything i’ve eaten anymore, would it be the same if I saw yours again? every part of my body is repulsive and I can only gasp for air until your voice snaps me out of it. Do you know that I search for it like a dog for a pathetic whistle? My legs tremble so badly when it happens and in the end I can only crawl and cry for you. The snipers witness it, of course, most if not everytime they wil—h-

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21/9/2000

“Your flight is tomorrow, you’ve packed everything, yes?” Agatha glanced back at you briefly, a servant pulling the door in front of you two open before she could walk right into it. “Yes ma’am but-”

“Do you know how to spell your new name correctly? didn’t.” She admitted, taking a seat on the plush velvet of the cabriole, her legs falling into place tilting to one side, knees and ankles together, one hand resting at her lap and the other snapping it’s fingers.

You took a seat opposite to her, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt. “His ability would kill me the second he realises what i’m there for, would it not?”

The blonde watched the hot liquid pour into her teacup, one embroidered with orange, blue and pink flowers. Although you were certain the glass cost much more than it should, the flowers were badly drawn. From a distance, it simply appeared as if there were an overcrowd of them but now that you’re right in front of it there was nothing more than an endless seam of twirling lines.

“I wasn’t aware you had began to be so cowardly.” Her tone was friendly, playful. A smile plastered over her face, her eyes a tad squinted.

The sound of you gulping felt louder than it should, you could’ve sworn your breaths were taking up the entire room.

A sigh left her, looking down at her teacup as she closed her eyes with a gentle smile. “{name}, dear. No need to be so scared, I’ll handle it.” “handle it?” Her eyes peered back up, observing you.

“Yes, handle it. I’ve spoken with a lovely man who works for the Special Division, he promised me he’ll make sure nothing hurts your cute little face!” The last part came off more mocking than anything, really.

Her left arm reached out, perfectly straight as she closed one eye and tucking in her baby and ring fingers with her thumb up.

“If I suspect he’s catching on,” she started, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Boom!”

yukito ayatsuji x fem!reader

reader may be written as female but feel free to interpret her gender to yours !!

warnings!

yukito going thru it, implied panic attack, very small implication of him being humiliated/abused but it’s missable

chapter one; “the sullen wind was soon awake”

see previous chapter: prologue

2010- 3 - 24.

お姫様,

This is your tenth year away from me, or possibly more, perhaps I lost you far earlier than I had previously ascertained. I’ve made the attempt of replaying every moment following up to that day, and kept losing my place. But what difference does it make? ten years? eleven, twelve? when you have been stolen and rearranged by your own making for so many years that I can only sit and watch my skin rot away from the sickness you inflicted on me. My bones feel as if they are glass, cold, thin and too small for my body. I can’t look at my own flesh without vomiting anything i’ve eaten anymore, would it be the same if I saw yours again? every part of my body is repulsive and I can only gasp for air until your voice snaps me out of it. Do you know that I search for it like a dog for a pathetic whistle? My legs tremble so badly when it happens and in the end I can only crawl and cry for you. The snipers witness it, of course, most if not everytime they wil—h-

—

21/9/2000

“Your flight is tomorrow, you’ve packed everything, yes?” Agatha glanced back at you briefly, a servant pulling the door in front of you two open before she could walk right into it. “Yes ma’am but-”

“Do you know how to spell your new name correctly? didn’t.” She admitted, taking a seat on the plush velvet of the cabriole, her legs falling into place tilting to one side, knees and ankles together, one hand resting at her lap and the other snapping it’s fingers.

You took a seat opposite to her, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt. “His ability would kill me the second he realises what i’m there for, would it not?”

The blonde watched the hot liquid pour into her teacup, one embroidered with orange, blue and pink flowers. Although you were certain the glass cost much more than it should, the flowers were badly drawn. From a distance, it simply appeared as if there were an overcrowd of them but now that you’re right in front of it there was nothing more than an endless seam of twirling lines.

“I wasn’t aware you had began to be so cowardly.” Her tone was friendly, playful. A smile plastered over her face, her eyes a tad squinted.

The sound of you gulping felt louder than it should, you could’ve sworn your breaths were taking up the entire room.

A sigh left her, looking down at her teacup as she closed her eyes with a gentle smile. “{name}, dear. No need to be so scared, I’ll handle it.” “handle it?” Her eyes peered back up, observing you.

“Yes, handle it. I’ve spoken with a lovely man who works for the Special Division, he promised me he’ll make sure nothing hurts your cute little face!” The last part came off more mocking than anything, really.

Her left arm reached out, perfectly straight as she closed one eye and tucking in her baby and ring fingers with her thumb up.

“If I suspect he’s catching on,” she started, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Boom!”

yukito ayatsuji x fem!reader

reader may be written as female but feel free to interpret her gender to yours !!

warnings!

yukito going thru it, implied panic attack, very small implication of him being humiliated/abused but it’s missable

chapter one; “the sullen wind was soon awake”

see previous chapter: prologue

2010- 3 - 24.

お姫様,

This is your tenth year away from me, or possibly more, perhaps I lost you far earlier than I had previously ascertained. I’ve made the attempt of replaying every moment following up to that day, and kept losing my place. But what difference does it make? ten years? eleven, twelve? when you have been stolen and rearranged by your own making for so many years that I can only sit and watch my skin rot away from the sickness you inflicted on me. My bones feel as if they are glass, cold, thin and too small for my body. I can’t look at my own flesh without vomiting anything i’ve eaten anymore, would it be the same if I saw yours again? every part of my body is repulsive and I can only gasp for air until your voice snaps me out of it. Do you know that I search for it like a dog for a pathetic whistle? My legs tremble so badly when it happens and in the end I can only crawl and cry for you. The snipers witness it, of course, most if not everytime they wil—h-

—

21/9/2000

“Your flight is tomorrow, you’ve packed everything, yes?” Agatha glanced back at you briefly, a servant pulling the door in front of you two open before she could walk right into it. “Yes ma’am but-”

“Do you know how to spell your new name correctly? didn’t.” She admitted, taking a seat on the plush velvet of the cabriole, her legs falling into place tilting to one side, knees and ankles together, one hand resting at her lap and the other snapping it’s fingers.

You took a seat opposite to her, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt. “His ability would kill me the second he realises what i’m there for, would it not?”

The blonde watched the hot liquid pour into her teacup, one embroidered with orange, blue and pink flowers. Although you were certain the glass cost much more than it should, the flowers were badly drawn. From a distance, it simply appeared as if there were an overcrowd of them but now that you’re right in front of it there was nothing more than an endless seam of twirling lines.

“I wasn’t aware you had began to be so cowardly.” Her tone was friendly, playful. A smile plastered over her face, her eyes a tad squinted.

The sound of you gulping felt louder than it should, you could’ve sworn your breaths were taking up the entire room.

A sigh left her, looking down at her teacup as she closed her eyes with a gentle smile. “{name}, dear. No need to be so scared, I’ll handle it.” “handle it?” Her eyes peered back up, observing you.

“Yes, handle it. I’ve spoken with a lovely man who works for the Special Division, he promised me he’ll make sure nothing hurts your cute little face!” The last part came off more mocking than anything, really.

Her left arm reached out, perfectly straight as she closed one eye and tucking in her baby and ring fingers with her thumb up.

“If I suspect he’s catching on,” she started, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Boom!”

yukito ayatsuji x fem!reader

reader may be written as female but feel free to interpret her gender to yours !!

warnings!

yukito going thru it, implied panic attack, very small implication of him being humiliated/abused but it’s missable

chapter one; “the sullen wind was soon awake”

see previous chapter: prologue

2010- 3 - 24.

お姫様,

This is your tenth year away from me, or possibly more, perhaps I lost you far earlier than I had previously ascertained. I’ve made the attempt of replaying every moment following up to that day, and kept losing my place. But what difference does it make? ten years? eleven, twelve? when you have been stolen and rearranged by your own making for so many years that I can only sit and watch my skin rot away from the sickness you inflicted on me. My bones feel as if they are glass, cold, thin and too small for my body. I can’t look at my own flesh without vomiting anything i’ve eaten anymore, would it be the same if I saw yours again? every part of my body is repulsive and I can only gasp for air until your voice snaps me out of it. Do you know that I search for it like a dog for a pathetic whistle? My legs tremble so badly when it happens and in the end I can only crawl and cry for you. The snipers witness it, of course, most if not everytime they wil—h-

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21/9/2000

“Your flight is tomorrow, you’ve packed everything, yes?” Agatha glanced back at you briefly, a servant pulling the door in front of you two open before she could walk right into it. “Yes ma’am but-”

“Do you know how to spell your new name correctly? didn’t.” She admitted, taking a seat on the plush velvet of the cabriole, her legs falling into place tilting to one side, knees and ankles together, one hand resting at her lap and the other snapping it’s fingers.

You took a seat opposite to her, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt. “His ability would kill me the second he realises what i’m there for, would it not?”

The blonde watched the hot liquid pour into her teacup, one embroidered with orange, blue and pink flowers. Although you were certain the glass cost much more than it should, the flowers were badly drawn. From a distance, it simply appeared as if there were an overcrowd of them but now that you’re right in front of it there was nothing more than an endless seam of twirling lines.

“I wasn’t aware you had began to be so cowardly.” Her tone was friendly, playful. A smile plastered over her face, her eyes a tad squinted.

The sound of you gulping felt louder than it should, you could’ve sworn your breaths were taking up the entire room.

A sigh left her, looking down at her teacup as she closed her eyes with a gentle smile. “{name}, dear. No need to be so scared, I’ll handle it.” “handle it?” Her eyes peered back up, observing you.

“Yes, handle it. I’ve spoken with a lovely man who works for the Special Division, he promised me he’ll make sure nothing hurts your cute little face!” The last part came off more mocking than anything, really.

Her left arm reached out, perfectly straight as she closed one eye and tucking in her baby and ring fingers with her thumb up.

“If I suspect he’s catching on,” she started, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Boom!”

yukito ayatsuji x fem!reader

reader may be written as female but feel free to interpret her gender to yours !!

warnings!

yukito going thru it, implied panic attack, very small implication of him being humiliated/abused but it’s missable

chapter one; “the sullen wind was soon awake”

see previous chapter: prologue

2010- 3 - 24.

お姫様,

This is your tenth year away from me, or possibly more, perhaps I lost you far earlier than I had previously ascertained. I’ve made the attempt of replaying every moment following up to that day, and kept losing my place. But what difference does it make? ten years? eleven, twelve? when you have been stolen and rearranged by your own making for so many years that I can only sit and watch my skin rot away from the sickness you inflicted on me. My bones feel as if they are glass, cold, thin and too small for my body. I can’t look at my own flesh without vomiting anything i’ve eaten anymore, would it be the same if I saw yours again? every part of my body is repulsive and I can only gasp for air until your voice snaps me out of it. Do you know that I search for it like a dog for a pathetic whistle? My legs tremble so badly when it happens and in the end I can only crawl and cry for you. The snipers witness it, of course, most if not everytime they wil—h-

—

21/9/2000

“Your flight is tomorrow, you’ve packed everything, yes?” Agatha glanced back at you briefly, a servant pulling the door in front of you two open before she could walk right into it. “Yes ma’am but-”

“Do you know how to spell your new name correctly? didn’t.” She admitted, taking a seat on the plush velvet of the cabriole, her legs falling into place tilting to one side, knees and ankles together, one hand resting at her lap and the other snapping it’s fingers.

You took a seat opposite to her, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt. “His ability would kill me the second he realises what i’m there for, would it not?”

The blonde watched the hot liquid pour into her teacup, one embroidered with orange, blue and pink flowers. Although you were certain the glass cost much more than it should, the flowers were badly drawn. From a distance, it simply appeared as if there were an overcrowd of them but now that you’re right in front of it there was nothing more than an endless seam of twirling lines.

“I wasn’t aware you had began to be so cowardly.” Her tone was friendly, playful. A smile plastered over her face, her eyes a tad squinted.

The sound of you gulping felt louder than it should, you could’ve sworn your breaths were taking up the entire room.

A sigh left her, looking down at her teacup as she closed her eyes with a gentle smile. “{name}, dear. No need to be so scared, I’ll handle it.” “handle it?” Her eyes peered back up, observing you.

“Yes, handle it. I’ve spoken with a lovely man who works for the Special Division, he promised me he’ll make sure nothing hurts your cute little face!” The last part came off more mocking than anything, really.

Her left arm reached out, perfectly straight as she closed one eye and tucking in her baby and ring fingers with her thumb up.

“If I suspect he’s catching on,” she started, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Boom!”

yukito ayatsuji x fem!reader

reader may be written as female but feel free to interpret her gender to yours !!

warnings!

yukito going thru it, implied panic attack, very small implication of him being humiliated/abused but it’s missable

chapter one; “the sullen wind was soon awake”

see previous chapter: prologue

2010- 3 - 24.

お姫様,

This is your tenth year away from me, or possibly more, perhaps I lost you far earlier than I had previously ascertained. I’ve made the attempt of replaying every moment following up to that day, and kept losing my place. But what difference does it make? ten years? eleven, twelve? when you have been stolen and rearranged by your own making for so many years that I can only sit and watch my skin rot away from the sickness you inflicted on me. My bones feel as if they are glass, cold, thin and too small for my body. I can’t look at my own flesh without vomiting anything i’ve eaten anymore, would it be the same if I saw yours again? every part of my body is repulsive and I can only gasp for air until your voice snaps me out of it. Do you know that I search for it like a dog for a pathetic whistle? My legs tremble so badly when it happens and in the end I can only crawl and cry for you. The snipers witness it, of course, most if not everytime they wil—h-

—

21/9/2000

“Your flight is tomorrow, you’ve packed everything, yes?” Agatha glanced back at you briefly, a servant pulling the door in front of you two open before she could walk right into it. “Yes ma’am but-”

“Do you know how to spell your new name correctly? didn’t.” She admitted, taking a seat on the plush velvet of the cabriole, her legs falling into place tilting to one side, knees and ankles together, one hand resting at her lap and the other snapping it’s fingers.

You took a seat opposite to her, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt. “His ability would kill me the second he realises what i’m there for, would it not?”

The blonde watched the hot liquid pour into her teacup, one embroidered with orange, blue and pink flowers. Although you were certain the glass cost much more than it should, the flowers were badly drawn. From a distance, it simply appeared as if there were an overcrowd of them but now that you’re right in front of it there was nothing more than an endless seam of twirling lines.

“I wasn’t aware you had began to be so cowardly.” Her tone was friendly, playful. A smile plastered over her face, her eyes a tad squinted.

The sound of you gulping felt louder than it should, you could’ve sworn your breaths were taking up the entire room.

A sigh left her, looking down at her teacup as she closed her eyes with a gentle smile. “{name}, dear. No need to be so scared, I’ll handle it.” “handle it?” Her eyes peered back up, observing you.

“Yes, handle it. I’ve spoken with a lovely man who works for the Special Division, he promised me he’ll make sure nothing hurts your cute little face!” The last part came off more mocking than anything, really.

Her left arm reached out, perfectly straight as she closed one eye and tucking in her baby and ring fingers with her thumb up.

“If I suspect he’s catching on,” she started, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Boom!”

a/n: not my usual but thought of it and thought it was rlly cute (includes a little bit of orufrey and kinda of bad enjoy!)

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Qifrey stood infront of his vanity while Richeh sat on the cushioned seat Tetia had sewn for the hard stool, her hands played with the brushbuddy as Qifrey brushed her damp hair softly humming.

"Did you and the other girls decide on what you'd all like from the book of hair styles?" he asked, "Yes, although I don't think anyone is going to change their hair... as excited as they get to look at the pretty styles-" her voice trailed off as the played with her own hair.

"I'd like to try out new styles, perhaps Olly would let me change his" he laughed to himself he angling Richeh's face to cut her baby bangs, snipping away the the excess to the length that she liked to maintain.

"You're the easiest" he patted her head, gently stroking her hair "anything else my dearest Richeh?" Richeh moved close to the vanity, looking at each individual strand and nodding in contentment- as she hopped off the stool.

Once a month Qifrey cut all the girls hair, he didn't want to pay for four haircuts now five including Cocos'. So he decided to learn from the stylists at Kalhn, watching, reading, studying- practicing on himself and Olruggio.

He cut each one of his apprentices hair, and styled (which he was still learning after turning Tetia into a dandelion).

Coco was after Richeh, also requesting a simple maintence rather than a change. But always being so grateful for her haircut, even if it didn't make a difference.

Tetia was after looking like a wet brushbuddy when she washed her hair, he used a spell he'd made following the structure of the similar one used by the stylists. Adjusting it to the likes of Tetia's hair and tastes.

Then Agott, Qifrey smiled as Agott hugged a paper that likely held the cut she wanted. "It seems like someone finally wants something different" Qifrey said cheerfully, brushing her purple curls. ".... I thought you could cut it a bit shorter" her cheeks turning rosey as she showed him the drawing she did, "Ah yes, very detailed instructions." He sighed contently "I'll do my best to follow it."

"I only do it because my bangs are getting in the way of my practice" she mumbled as Qifrey began comparing the drawing to Agott's bangs.

He finished drying her curly hair with the rings Olruggio provided, "satisfied" he asked fluffing up her hair. Agotts eyes sparkled and a smile found it's way onto her lips. "Yes, thank you".

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Qifrey cleaned up the colorful hair with his broom, softly humming when Olruggio entered with a knock. "All the girl's satisfied?" he asked leaning on the doorframe.

"Yes, they all seemed content. Especially Agott, she seemed very happy with her hair" he smiled to himself, feeling Olruggio's hand over his own on the broom. "When do I get my haircut?"

"for you, after you patrol, cook lunch, help me clean-" he was cut off by Olly's hands caressing his cheek and pecking his soft lips, "hm what about now?" he asked tilting his head and playing with Qifreys bangs.

"I'll rethink the cooking part" he teased, looking at Olruggios simple hair. "You should try something different"

"Like?"

"Something curlier? Longer, shorter-" Qifrey thought to himself playing with the hair, "Why don't you show me some?"

Qifrey lit up grabbing a few of his books, sitting on his bed like an excited teen. Opening to pages he had cat eared, seeing which one he thought would fit him the best. Olruggio sitting beside him pointing at absurd styles, saying if wanted change it'd be drastic. While Qifrey giggled imagining the watchful eye with curled hair like Tetias'

It was days and moments like these when he forgot the writhing beneath his skin, his smile was genuine and he felt joy.

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i couldn't help myself w the orufrey ✌️