#wha fluff

Qifrey fell hard, harder than he could’ve ever anticipated

Female reader, slight manga spoilers, mostly for Qifrey’s character, established relationship

Qifrey didn’t realize he was falling for you until he was face first in the dirt. He thought it would be a gradual shift, like when a stream creates a canyon. Instead, he awoke one morning and it was as if his entire world turned on its axis, now orbiting you instead of a dying star. It wasn’t entirely noticeable when he first opened his eyes, disappointed when your side of the bed had grown cold. Setting his glasses into place, sliding out of bed, and finding his slippers to search for you in what he thought would be a quiet atelier. As he approached the kitchen, laughter sprung off the walls, the sound fastening his heartbeat. When he eased the door open, there you were, eyes crinkled with a giant smile plastered on your face, and he swore the sun shining through the window cast a heavenly glow over your form. You and the girls were covered in flour, even the brush bug was jumping around in the white powder strewn across the mahogany.

“Shhh, we don’t want to wake him yet,” You lifted a pointer finger to your lips, trying to conceal even your own giggles.

“It seems it’s too late for that,” He walked through the door, eyeing the mess.

“Master Qifrey,” Coco squeaked, “We were just trying to make breakfast.”

“Without magic,” You pursed your lips.

“Now why would you want to do such a dreadful thing,” He tried to avoid the powder on the floor—which was practically impossible—before ending up at your side, wrapping an arm around your waist—as he couldn’t bear to be apart from you any longer.

“We thought it would be fun,” Tetia giggled.

“We’ll clean up the mess right away,” Coco said, grabbing Riche’s arm to go find the broom.

“How about,” Qifrey grabbed the ends of their robes, “You clean it with magic.”

“Yes, Master Qifrey.” The girls nodded, running to grab their pens and pads.

He pulled you into his side, “How did this happen?” He laughed, kissing the top of your head.

“Coco and Tetia were fighting over the bag of flour and split it in two.” You giggled, melting into his touch.

You turned to face him, standing on the tips of your toes to wrap your arms around his neck, mouth mere inches from his own, “We wanted to make you breakfast.”

“I imagine that would’ve been easier if you’d used a spell,” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close, connecting his lips to yours.

“Ick,” Agott gagged when she walked in the room.

You laughed as your lips parted, “Good morning Agott, Coco tried to wake you.”

“With the look of this mess, I’m glad I stayed asleep,” She grabbed a fruit from the counter and went back to her room.

Then there was you showing the girls a new spell at the river nearby. He didn’t much care for the water, but when you’d asked him to come along, who was he to deny you. Besides, he was a witch, he didn’t have to get wet if he didn’t want to. And how he hated getting wet, but you, you loved the water, and watching as the magic teaching turned into fun, the way you giggled as you splashed water onto the girls. You took off your shoes, jumping into the river, and falling onto your butt, but that didn’t stop your experience, pulling the girls into the river with you until even Agott was giggling with glee. You laughed and stood, hair soaked, water dripping down the sides of your face and yet the smile never left it. He had never thought water was more beautiful than in this moment, covering the body of the woman he loved. And maybe it was in that moment that he realized he loved you. He had never experienced anything quite like the feeling in his gut right now, the fluttering and almost nauseating sensation floating around in his belly. Even when you traversed out of the river, coming his way with your soaking clothes, ringing your hair out, and plopping yourself directly into his lap. You smiled as you kissed his cheek, water from your body soaking through his robes and somehow he didn’t have a care in the world. He could dry himself off at the atelier, but he would never miss out on the opportunity to hold you, so he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer.

But no, the moment he knew he loved you is when he sought out comfort, something he had never dared to allow himself the privilege. It had been some time since one of his notorious headaches plagued him, and when they did he typically found himself a dark, solemn place to hide and wait out the pain. Except this time, he craved you. Your touch. Your voice. Your mere presence. So instead of shielding himself away, he took a deep breath, and went in search of you. The hallway was a dizzying feat, and when he heard quiet snickering it almost made him turn back, almost. But when he turned the corner into the living room, you sat in front of the fire, Coco curled into your side, quietly chatting with Olruggio. Luckily, when his old friend saw the displeased look on his face, he made quick work of ushering Coco off to bed. Qifrey made a mental note to thank him for that later. Your face softened as you noticed your lover enter the room, extending your arms for him. He practically collapsed into them, shielding his face in your chest. He needn’t say a word. He had informed you only once of the headaches that plagued him due to his past, but you never bore witness to one. The way his face creased, his eyes barely able to stay open, even his movements were sluggish.

“Should I get you some medicine?” You went to stand, but his arms tightened around your waist.

“My love,” He mumbled out, “Please stay.”

“I’m here,” You squeezed his form, pulling him closer to you before gently tangling your hands in his hair, “Is this alright?” You asked as you softly scraped your fingertips across his scalp, anything to try and dull the ache.

He merely hummed, leaning into your touch. You laid your head atop his, listening to the quiet crackle of the fire, hoping that your presence alone would ease your lover's pain.

Qifrey had never been in love, wasn’t quite sure what it even felt like. But if this right here, held in the embrace of the person you trusted with your most vulnerable moments, was what it meant to be in love, then he had fallen for you so deeply, no amount of magic would be enough to pull him back up.

A/N: I was in my feels so hard writing this. I just wanna hold him and give him the love he deserves. Yes I know I’m not done with the manga and I have been told it’ll break my heart.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who loves to watch you cook. he’ll stand behind you, arms draped around your waist and chin on your shoulder while he watches you chop up vegetables, muttering little compliments against your neck as you cook

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey whose favorite places on you to kiss are the side of your neck, the top of your head, and the corner of your mouth

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who sometimes secretly views you as a sort of mother/father figure to his apprentices, with the way you take care of them when he’s not teaching them

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who is just so sweet and domestic with you it’s sickening

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who will trace lightly on your arms or thighs or back, wherever he’s touching you. only if you look closely and pay attention will you realize he’s tracing and memorizing spells against your skin, and it makes you giggle at the thought

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who, whenever you finally told him how much you absolutely love his voice, talks to you about anything and everything, no matter how mundane or unimportant - just because he likes seeing the way your eyes soften at his smooth tone

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who has a special talent for talking you through it with that honey-sweet voice of his (adding onto the last one)

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who is such a gentleman with aftercare, wiping you down so slowly with such care and whispering about how you did so, so good

₊˚⊹ ᰔ husband!qifrey who’s really proud when he introduces you to his apprentices for the first time, like his spouse is a prized possession of his

【❝Tender Hand/Soothing Stone❞】

【Synopsis: In which Qifrey dotes on his dearest in the lead up to that dreadful time of the month.】

【Featuring: Qifrey】

【Tags: afab reader, TW for discussions of periods/menstruation/PMS symptoms/general period discomfort, fluffy period comfort, doting Qifrey, reader is trying hard to be annoyed with him but he’s just too sweet lol, omg I actually beta read this time lol, possible typos and spelling errors tho, please let me know if I missed any tags】

【Word count: 1.1k】

【a/n: Was this requested? No, but my period is about to start and I’m in desperate need of some TLC. This was originally supposed to be with my beloved Hightower from House of the Dragon, but I decided to write Qifrey instead since I have a better grasp on how I want to characterize him. Be warned tho, I will be feeding the Gwayne fans — all three of them, inducing myself — once I’m not so busy. I do plan on officially taking requests for WHA once I reopen my ask box, but for now yall will have to wait. Take this as your sign to go read or watch With Hat Atelier in preparation. I want ten million WHA requests in my ask box when I do reopen it lol! Anyway, shout out to all my fellow period warriors, this one is for yall fr!】

【Divider by: @/diviniyae】

qifrey x gn!reader

tags fluff, pre-established relationship!qifrey x reader, ew lovebirds ew eww, and more… ;)

words 884

a/n it feels like every scenario i made is somehow a remake and/or a one-on-one retelling of harry potter scenes (bcs im so uninspired like that), so hey, shout out to you if you recognize this :)) crossposted on ao3

❝ㅤthe sweetest angel you'll ever know!ㅤ❞ㅤ qifrey x gn! readerㅤ ‎✧ this is so aura omg

content » sfw & fluff !!! established relationship, jealousy from character (somewhat)

reprise » just headcannons for if qifrey had an s/o who's so very sweet & soft-spoken until someone tries to threaten the tranquility they worked so hard to recover.

word count » ~500

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qifrey loved having you around the girls, it was like a free chance to both relax, and relax with you. not to mention how attractive you are while taking the girls out for treats and whatnot.

it was like life finally laid it down easier on him in a positive way, he had been exhausted the week before; barely having time to prepare for when you returned to the atelier.

even though you said it was fine if he didn't... you just wanted to come home to him in one piece anyway.

having just one day where it's just you, him, and your four girls roaming kahln for more ink since the bottles you had gotten them ran out.

keeping the four of them in your vicinity, you also keep qifrey in an arm's reach—hell i'd even say a mere palm's reach because it felt like he was hovering you. in the most affectionate way possible anyways.

giving them each of their own personal drinks, you place the coins into the stall owner's hand as you bow to thank them for the service; "so? how is it?"

tetia immediately attaches to your leg, slushie still in her small palms, "it tastes amazing, [name]!" richeh quickly follows up on your other leg with "more... i want more, [name]..."

you tipped your head, you placed your hand on her cup to realize she had already drank it all, "rich- how did you already consume all of it..." you sighed and gave her your own drink instead;

"it tastes so... yummy!" coco leans her head onto agott's shoulder as she sighs, "don't mind those two, really master [name] it's amazing. are you sure you wanted to pay for everything?"

"i... i don't mind, i promise, besides master qifrey can pay me back with something else."

you smile as you pat her head before you all start to walk back where you entered, the trees bustling as all your boots’ patterns remained different in the cement road that turned muddy not a few steps ago.

syrupy dew drips down off the leaves of trees, you held onto one of richeh’s hands while the rest followed behind you and the witch.

continuing on the path, your soft words of conversation with qifrey stop momentarily when you hear a bush rustle a little too loudly. “stay behind me, girls.” the four girls rush to his back as you both readied your spells.

“you too, (name), i promise i can handle this for you my love.” “no, no, n- no. i can assure you we can handle whatever it is.”

he gives a brief smile before standing at the ready—

you were right, a group of small time bandits quickly threw fireballs, masks over their faces while trying to aim for coco specifically;

but before they could hit, your hand subconsciously already drew a spell to reply and reflected the heat back towards them. “hey! that’s cheating—“

“shut. up.”

richeh’s face pales when she hears your voice, especially when it switches so suddenly back, “sweetheart, m’gonna have to let go for a moment, okay?”

“qifrey, get them somewhere safe—i can guarantee you i have this.”

a dark undertone in your voice appears, dropping an octave as you pull out your pen, sharp with ink already dripping off the tip; “let’s see what i can do… three useless pieces of shi—“

“let’s get going girls, it seems like (name) is strong enough.”

a drop of sweat falls of his forehead as qifrey quickly flies off somewhere safe to wait for you to finish the job.

once you come back, the girls quickly crowd you with questions,

settling your feet down, slowly landing on the ground when you see four different heads rushing towards you while the older one lags behind (yes, qifrey takes his time).

a collective shout of your name of different yet gentle voices asked if you’re okay, “i’m okay, i promise, i really do…” kneeling to be on eye-level with your girls, you briefly cup each of their faces, just glad they’re unharmed.

“hello, angel.” you feel a shadow run over your body as you turn to look up and see who it is.

besides the bright sun that was now being blocked by the figure, you softly smiled seeing your lover, “hi qif…”

almost muttering under your breath before getting back up, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

“we’re also here, (name)!”

tetia reaches out for your hand, a soft squeeze as your smile only gets wider,

Summary: Qifrey coming to your aid after a nightmare.

A/N: Hello! I'm attempting at writing Qifrey again. This is inspired by something that happened to me two days ago. I hope you enjoy! There will be slight spoilers up to chapter 74 in here, but nothing major or plot altering (it's a reference to another character not introduced in the anime, but only their name is mentioned). I ask that you not comment any spoilers please! I like writing for him, so I may write more fics. As always, comments appreciated!

CW: SFW, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Fear, Complicated Relationships (Requited Love), Light Angst (with a Happy Ending), Gender Neutral Reader W/C: 1,038

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

It’s dark. 

It’s dark and you’re all alone. 

Your lungs ache for breath, a wheezing sound taking place as you try desperately to find air. Your eyes dart around, taking your surroundings into account, though that matters little. You’re in your room but it brings you no comfort. 

You’re suffocating and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. 

There's barbed wire wrapped around your chest and it burns. Calm down, calm down, you tell yourself. You’re safe. You’re safe. 

He’s in the room before you can even think to call for him. 

Qifrey says your name urgently, his eyes immediately finding your shivering form on the bed. It only takes him two strides before he reaches you, crouching low while speaking gently. 

“Darling, are you okay?” His words are like a blanket on your senses, slowly thawing them. 

You grab onto his sleeve and hold tight, tight enough that it probably hurts but he doesn't react. His brows are furrowed with concern, searching your face for any clue as to what happened. You weren't able to tell, but he surveyed the room in those two strides, his eyes looking carefully for any danger that may be around. 

cw: none

word count: 815

notes: this is my first time ever posting the stuff i write so bear with me, i just watched the newest episode of WHA and binge read the series, and im in love. big fan of librarian gojo so i def want to write more in the future with him lolz, (also i lowk bs thru the setting so dont mind that too much)

The sun had barely begun to peak over the rolling hills surrounding the atelier when you awoke, the tiniest rays slowly inching their way through your window gently pulling you from slumber.

For a moment everything was still, the kind of stillness that only existed in early mornings like this one.

A faint winter chill lingered in the air, brushing against your exposed skin and seeping into the room, while outside the wind stirred the hanging chimes, their distant, delicate sound carried through the atelier.

The cold felt sharper than usual only because the space beside you was empty, the warmth you had fallen asleep next to noticeably absent. Somewhere deeper in the house the faint creaking of wood marked Qifrey’s quiet movement through the halls, already awake and moving with familiar purpose.

By the time you rose from bed and made it down the hallway the familiar scent of ink and fresh parchment had reached you. The smell led you to the master work room like an invisible guidance orb, pulling you to your destination, and of course Qifrey.

He sat at the long work table, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, one hand steadying a stack of diagrams while the other carefully drew along a spell in progress. His posture was relaxed in a way that came from years of repetition and hard work, and now you had the pleasure of sitting right beside him as he toiled away.

Qifrey made no move to turn around when you shuffled to the doorway, he didn’t need to.

“You’re awake early,” he said, voice still rough from sleep and yet so gentle at the same time.

“You say that like its unusual,” you replied, finally crossing into the threshold.

“It used to be,” he answered with a hum.

You huffed in amusement as you approach him, eventually standing slightly behind him, and without thinking too much of it, you leaned over his shoulder, just enough to peer at his work. There was no more hesitation between either of you anymore, no careful distance, and no awareness as to what might or might not be appropriate.

Just this.

Qifrey finally looked at you then, and his expression softened in that familiar way when he missed you. “Sleep ok?” he asked. “Decent,” you replied “You were up earlier than normal, why is that?”

A faint smile tugged at his mouth, “I had work.”

“You always have work.”

“And yet,” he replied lightly, “you act surprised.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no hint of malice in the motion. You reached for a quill to start your own work, brushing your hand with Qifrey’s for only a second and he paused.

Then he reached for your hand and caught your fingers more deliberately this time, making you drop the quill onto the desk with a faint clatter. He lifted your palm in his and his brow furrowed faintly.

“You’re freezing,” he said.

“It’s Winter,” your replied plainly.

“It shouldn’t be this cold indoors” he countered, and before you could argue further, he brought your hand to his face, not to study or inspect it but simply to warm it. His breath ghosted over your knuckles for a moment before he gently brought them to his mouth.

Warm air, steady and soft, brushed against your skin as he exhaled slowly into your fingers.

You blinked at him. “You don’t have to—”

“I do,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

His grip shifted slightly, and before you could react, his other hand slipped around your wrist, guiding your second hand forward as well.

“Both of them,” he added quietly.

You didn’t argue this time.

He repeated the motion, warming your other hand just as carefully—breath soft, unhurried, deliberate in a way that made the cold feel distant, like something that had already passed. Then he gathered both of your hands between his own, rubbing slow warmth back into your fingers.

After a moment, he released you just long enough to tug his sleeves down from where they had been rolled, covering his forearms completely. The fabric fell into place with a soft rustle before he reached for you again, guiding both of your hands beneath the warmth of his sleeves.

“That’s better,” he murmured.

“You should wear something warmer in the mornings,” he added, though there was no real reprimand in his voice.

“What are you, my caretaker?” you muttered.

A faint hum of amusement. “I suppose I am, in some sense.”