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‘Bout to be horny in main because I love this man!!!

Can we get some soft smut with Qifrey? I don’t care if it’s just headcanons or a fic… I just need to fulfill my obsession!

I just wrote a lazy and sleepy little session. It´s only some fingering, I hope you don´t mind <3

Quiffrey x fem!reader

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Warnings: mdni, smut, fingering

He sighed as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. His head laid comfortingly heavy on your chest, warm breath caressing your exposed skin. He drew lines over your stomach, slowly trailing downwards. His hand paused on your lower stomach, his palm gently pressing down to make a gasp leave your lips.

"You´re so cute," he murmured against your skin as his fingers ventured down and parted your lower lips to prot at your clit. He hummed when he already felt slick around your hole. Gently, he dipped down to coat his fingers with your essence, before returning to your clit. "Why didn´t you say anything? Would have taken care of you earlier," he said against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your chest.

"You were so tired..."

"Don´t care. You know I don´t."

You leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head. Suddenly, Quiffrey pushed his finger into you, a breathy laugh escaping him at your surprised moan.

"You´re the love of my life, you know?" he murmured, thumb playing with your clit and making your back arch. He turned his head to smile at you. "And I´ll make you cum for me so pretty."

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Hello!!This is my first time requesting on this app , so im kinda new around here but could i request some SFW/NSFW headcanons for qifrey (from witch hat atelier) i saw u writing for him before along with other wirtings of urs and i loved them , btw u can ignore this if ya want.But ty for spending ur time reading this sorry if my english was bad and have a nice day/night!!

Oh Quiffrey, my love, it's been a while.

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He's very touch starved

The moment you two are alone with each other he will drag you to a bed or to a couch and just climb on top of you, nuzzling into your neck and mumbling unintelligibly

Will also cuddle into you when you sit on his lap

(He used to sit on your lap a lot when you two where younger. He always used it as a break from studying. He still sometimes sits on your lap, but only very rarely outside of your bedroom)

He greatly enjoys pda as well!

And while it can sometimes be related to possessiveness and protectiveness, it's mostly just because he can't help it

He loves having you close to him, even more feeling your skin against his

Also: he loves seeing you handle his students. Watching you sit down beside them on the ground and looking over their work, giving them tips here and there and praising them

His favourite past time with you (besides looking over the kids or going on festivals) would be flying to one of the many beautiful forests around and just walking hand in hand

He especially loves to pass those secret, magical places

Those waterfalls on a hidden clearing that look like they are straight out of a fairytale

Or crystalline flowers lining the secret path you two are walking on

He also loves hearing your voice?

Just hearing you talk or hum or mumble - it immediately puts him at ease

He is the type to just silently admire you, smile on his face as you talk

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Qifrey from witch hat atelier of course and verbatim by mother mother

Of course 😊

Burn Them All

Quiffrey x gn!reader (not specified if romantic or platonic)

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Warnings: a few curse words, slight spoilers for chapter 36, young Quiffrey

Note: the title sounds so angsty, but I swear it's not really 😂

It was dark already and the library was only illuminated by a few candles. Just you and Quiffrey were left, with you sitting on the table, legs framing his chair. He widely gestured as he talked:

“Look, all I´m saying is that the higher ups are elitist assholes. I mean, what gives them the authority to judge? All they do is dress themselves up in gold embroidered silk or satin, heavy jewellery and honeyed poison dripping from their lips every time they speak.”

At that you giggled:

“You´re talking about the meeting with the kings we had to accompany.”

Quiffrey groaned.

“I was so close to throwing myself out of the window – or better: setting them all on fire,” he said, showing two fingers that could very well have been touching each other already.

“To be fair, any wrong word could have caused a war.”

He showed a grimace before replying:

“So we´re going to ignore the children in rags we passed while wearing fucking luxury? Not even allowed to do much more than smile at them as if we didn´t know that they were most definitely starving? What are some magical fireworks going to do?”

You nodded, face now series at the memory. He was right. Visiting that kingdom was the worst thing you had ever experienced.

“You know we could easily change that, right?”

You looked at him. He was leaning forward now, arms on his thighs, face close to yours. You examined his face: his eye, wide and serious with a hint of that unhinged part of him - usually stacked away carefully in his heart - now present in his iris.

After a moment you smiled, because he was right. Not that he would ever let you help him in whatever it was that he was planning. So you just had to figure out a way to assist him in a way he would accept.

You nodded:

“And someday, we will.”

He smiled, before leaning back and resuming your discussion, a glint of recognition and satisfaction in his eye.

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Heya! This is my first time requesting without being an anon, I wonder how Quifrey is with an S.O that's short (NSFW). Do it in headcanons please!

Hiiii 🥰.

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Warnings: smut, short!s/o (2 instances), being easily picked up by Quiffrey because of height, mdni

He is teasing, whether sfw or nsfw

Which means he'll also tease his s/o about their height during sex

I think he can be very horny, but usually sex with him happens somewhere in your shared room

However, there was one time where you went for a little picnic away from the Atelier and had some "fun" there

He is always very gentle and uses slow and deep strokes

He can get quite talkative and it's a mixture of praise and teasing

Sound wise, if he's teasing you, there will be breathy laughter every once in a while

But other than that, especially when he gets close, whines leave his mouth, face flushed and looking into your eyes, a desperate glimmer in them

When he gets very stressed out/angry thinking about either the brimmed hats or the higher ups etc, he does sometimes take it out on you (consensually of course)

But only if he is more angry than, let's say, sad

His strokes are faster and nothing is being said

But he's kissing you the entire time

This time he groans deeply as he ruts into you, holding you close

Probably with you sitting on his desk while he stands, forehead against yours or face against your neck and ear

But whether he is soft or rougher, it's always very intimate

Place wise, it usually happens in his room (because we don't want anyone to see)

But in there, it could be literally anywhere

Bed does happen quite often, but so does his desk

Both the door and wall have been featured as well

(One time he picked you up. His teasing was 10× worse than usual because it was so easy for him to do so with your height)

However, one thing that all places have in common is that he prefers to face you. He wants to look you in the eyes as the both of you cum

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Hi, first i wanted to tell you that i rlly like your work about witch hat especially those Qiffrey ones 😫 so if it's not a bother can i request kieffrey with a female or gender neutral reader (as you like😊) that shares the same atelier with him and the others, and they have their own student how would it work between them before and after datin' ? (Headconon or one shot your choice)

And srry for my bad english it's not my first language😅

Your English is totally fine, don't worry! And I'm glad you like my works ☺

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Before dating

You became friends with him when you were young

(Around the time he became friends with Oruggio)

And he asked (pestered) you to share an Atelier with them both as he found out you wanted to become a teacher as well

He had been so worried before

How would you three be able to stay together?

Well, two become teachers and share an Atelier and one becomes the Watchful Eye 👍

Absolutely adores watching you teach your student

Insists on doing "class trips" together

It's really cute

Dating

Pretty similar to be honest

He is still simping from afar, watching you teach, but now he doesn't have to (thinly) veil his admiration for you

Kind of wants to genuinly make a class now

As in: you share your students

He teaches yours as well

And you teach his

(Not that this didn't already happen)

Quite honestly, his s/o living in, even sharing, the same Atelier is a dream come true for him

(He wants it to be official though)

Also, he gets to live with his two favourite people: you and Oruggio

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I'm in love with your wha work :,) can u request qifrey headcanons with a reader who also lives in the atelier? perhaps they're not a teacher but they help around and the students love them ( and may or may not also be in a not so secret relationship with him? )

I'm glad you like them. I only wish there were more WHA works on here. 😭 Also: I just wrote a list of petnames for and from Quiffrey just because, if anyone's interested. - El 🌺

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Notes: I honestly believe he is far too clingy for the relationship to be truly secret. So "not so secret relationship" is quite fitting, because everyone already knows.

Notes 2: Names are different depending on languages or websites. So. Yeah. I hope you don't get confused. Also. I have half a mind to say Agathe instead of Agethe. 😫

Edit: because I can't read: here's the headcanon

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 846

The morning brought spring to the doorstep of Quiffrey´s Atelier, hidden somewhere in an untouched land of grass. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you stretched in an attempt to waken your sleepy muscles. A weight laid on your chest and arms were wrapped around you as if scared to let go. You looked fondly at the man snuggled up against you and lifted your hand to play with his hair. A smile found its way to your lips as you felt him press further against you and hum a groan. Then he slowly rose his head to meet your fond smile with sunshine on his lips.

“G´morning, Flower,” he murmured, only to nuzzle into your neck, making you laugh from the sensation.

“I need to stand up and prepare breakfast,” you said, but he gripped you even tighter at that.

“Nooo,” he whined, face still hidden in your neck.

“But I've heard Agethe and Coco already outside practicing,” you felt him smile at his students´ studiousness “- and it's only a matter of time for the other two to wake up as well. Furthermore-“ you sat up, guiding his head into your lap “- I don't want Agethe and Coco to practice without having eaten anything first.”

He sighed, moving his hand to softly run it over your cheek.

“Not even a minute, Sweetness?”

You shook your head and tried to peel him off of you, however, that only resulted in him holding you closer to make sure you couldn´t flee his affection. A knock made you jump.

“Professor Quiffrey? Prof—" the rest came out muffled.

“Professor. I have a question concerning one of my spells,” finished Agethe for Coco. Quiffrey was up and ready in a matter of seconds, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Oh, now it's possible,” you murmured, and he flashed you a teasing smile, then leaving you alone in the room. Now alone, you took a moment to stare up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds around. The chirping of birds, the tap tap tap of little paws on the earth, the laughter downstairs. At last, you left the bed as well.

“Morning Professor (Y/N)!” Tetia yelled and ran down the stairs to give you a hug. “Can I help you with something?” she panted, a huge smile on her face.

“I was only going to make breakfast. But Agethe and Coco are already in the living room, studying with Professor Quiffrey.”

“Okay!” And with that she was off.

You followed her slowly, coming to a halt behind Coco, hunched over a dozen different spells - some unfinished, some with mistakes concerning only detail. After her next failed attempt, you took her hand to halt her movements and helped her draw the spell, moving her hand to drag the wand carefully over the paper.

“You should practice them slowly. That way your hands will memorise the movements for faster attempts later on. If you only try them fast, without truly conscious movements, you will learn the mistakes, instead of the to the tiniest detail correct stroke.”

You finished the spell and a lily made of water grew from the paper. Coco´s eyes sparkled, and she immediately went back to recreate the spell, her hands now moving with patience, letting her focus and concentration take charge, instead of pure instinct. Pure instinct would come later. You felt a gaze on you and your eyes met Quiffrey’s, looking at you with fondness.

“Good morning, Quiffrey.”

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

Agethe rolled her eyes without looking up from her now perfected spell. You briefly wondered, if she knew, but the growling of a stomach distracted you from the thought and made you turn around.

“Riche is hungry,” the girl mumbled.

“I'm on it,” you answered, making your way to the kitchen. Quiffrey´s eyes followed your retreating form, and he was smiling to himself.

“You're not even trying to hide it now,” Agethe said, making Quiffrey look at her in badly performed shock.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“No one even talks like that,” she pointed out.

“She´s right Professor, the way you look at them, you might as well-“ at that Tetia opened her arms dramatically “- declare your love loudly, for everyone to hear.”

“Riche agrees."

“Riche, you too?” he gasped. Then he sighed, a genuine smile now gracing his lips. “Is it really that obvious?”

For a second one could only hear the clanking of plates and pots in the kitchen. After a few seconds, Agethe spoke again:

“It's disgusting, really,” her eyes never leaving the page. At that, Quiffrey started laughing. Your head popped out of the door to look at him questioningly. He only shook his head and crossed the room to plant a loving kiss on your lips, now parted in surprise. And, hidden by the squeals drowning out Agethe´s groans (though there was a fond gleam in her eyes), he whispered:

“I love you.”

And you could see it in his eyes as well. There was nothing but pure and unadulterated love for you in them.

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Love

This one he uses very intimately. When you two are in a more serious context, when he's overcome by love for you and simply longs to be held. He's in a very calm mood in this case, no jokes, no teasing, just you and him together and in love.

Snowflake/Flower

This one he uses the most. He can use it when the context is both intimate and teasing; when you are outside, whether he yells it dramatically for everyone to hear, or saying it after he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, or literally anywhere else. It's like love, but it doesn't make him as emotionally vulnerable. Also, whether he calls you ❄ or 🌼 depends on the season.

Sweetness

This one is mostly teasing. He is showering your face in kisses, whispering the name over and over again, looking at your laugh, a fond smile on his lips, watching you in awe. Or he wants something from you. Usually food or cuddles.

Sugar Lips

This one he uses when he wants kisses, or is currently kissing you. He might also use it as a synonym for calling you something like sexy. Also used to tease. (He genuinly lives to tease you)

(Brushbug: he coos it at you whenever he's feeling really annoying.)

Now which one's would you use?

Love

This one is simply self indulgent. It's what I would use so that's what I'll use in my works...But really, I think you should substitute it with your default pet name

Magic

I thought of this and think it would make him blush so much and make his heart pound fast. You don't use it often, only in those intimate moments, when he's emotionally vulnerable, or there is a sort of serene energy in the air

Honorary Mention: your variations to answer his teasing

Idiot

Dummy

Quiffrey!

QUIFFREY!

*ignoring* (which honestly just makes it worse. He'll just drape himself over you)

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oh gosh yes! I totally agree with qifrey being scary like that. it's crazy to me really, I think he needs some help </3 we can fix him haha jk unless! but for real I think his unraveling via small hints that are quickly disregarded is paced so well in the story-- so well, in fact, that the *spoilers* memory erasing was so horrifying. he does such a good job of hiding his emotions, and yet he is also a good person as well. a very conflicting character! thanks for answering, i loved your reading on quifrey!

Spoiler warning: Chapters 15, 16, 40, 47

It is. I remember reading the 4/5 first volumes and writing in my headcanons that he's slightly manipulative. And when the thing with Orugio then happened...I was so shocked though, not gonna lie. Honestly, my favourite panels are probably when he looks serious (maybe when he was still injured from trying out that ink

or in the latest chapters, the whispers of the other people, judging him,) but when one of the girls starts talking to him, nothing of that darkness remains.

I also think that this happiness directed at the children isn't really faked. He does care for them a lot. And whenever he is excited for them, I think he really is. However, I do think that in these cuts, when he goes from serious to happy, it's more of this "adult protecting children from the darker parts of the world".

The only time, where his excitement might be slightly faked, was in this panel, because he isn't stupid:

He realises that Tartar might be suspicious. I mean such a blinding light isn't exactly easy to cover up (though he somehow managed to talk himself out of that one). I do think he gets excited whenever children ask him things, wanting to be a good teacher to whoever needs one. But! Again, he knows what's happening. By showing his excitement, most certainly exagerating it here, he makes himself look like some lovable doofus, who you think could never hurt a fly.

Again, I could talk for ages about this. Thank you for sending me your opinions, because I love talking about this. 😊

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different anon but thank YOU both for discussing discussing qifrey stuff!!!!! it's so interesting and I love that you have so much opinions about it. I love to see how far he'd go for his students. it really makes you think that if he'd go to the lengths of what he did to olruggio to protect him, and if he'd also extend that sentiment to his s/o, what would he have done in a situation where all his loved ones were compromised? is sucks that he's very reckless with himself, as we have seen many times. also, like with the old man who owns the shop, he ls very rude at times when doing something "bad"? maybe because the old man has an inkling of what he's doing, but it's also not as if olruggio would snitch on him either.. aha here is just my rambles, but I wonder if his s/o caught him doing something dangerous how that would effect him (especially in terms of how nervous he seemed when he dropped the tea pot). sorry for my English too!

Ok first of all: your English was so good? What do you mean?

Also @other anon. ^ !!!

And both of you, really, thank you. I genuinly love talking about this. If only I could write a paper about WHA 😫

Warnings: Spoilers of vol. 7 chapter 40, mention of torture, death and murder. Also: this is just my opinion! Interpretation is personal and individual. If you think the opposite, that is just as valid!!!

I think for his loved ones (e.g. oruggio, students, s.o.) he'd do literally anything. Erase their memories, die, kill...Nothing is off the table as long as they are safe. However, I don't think he is really reckless about it. He's smart and calculating. The only time he was reckless was when the brimhats attacked during Riche's and Agethe's test. And I think in that case he was overwhelmed. He wanted to protect his students, whatever the cost may be, but he was also confronted with those that had tortured him. Anyone would loose their composure there. I think, if his s.o. would realise he's doing something that harms him in any way, if that knowledge would compromise them, he would erase their memories, 100%. Also: interestingly, while I do believe his apology to Oruggio, while erasing his memories, was genuine, I don't think he feels guilty doing it. In his mind it is necessary.

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this can be merged into a headcanon request if you'd like, but do you personally think qifrey would erase his partners memories too? the angst is getting to me!

Omg that's so interesting. I actually thought about this again yesterday. So thank you! I honestly don't really know how to answer this question in headcanons though, but if you would like me to write headcanons to that kind of a scenario, just tell me 😊

Anyways, Spoiler warning for Vol. 7 Chapter 40 and mention of bullying? But like as an example. Also, quite possibly chaotic writing. I hope it makes sense. 😅

I think this is definitely a possibility. Even though I think what he did to Orugio was wrong, I do recognise that he didn't do it for a selfish reason, but genuinly to protect him. Therefore, I think yes, in order to protect his partner he would. 100 %. That's actually why I would be terrified of dating him, as much as I love him. You never know if he's ever erased your memories or not. Even if you know that he would only ever do it to protect you, the mere thought of it happening, for whatever reason, is horrifying. However, I think he would never do that for a yanderelike reason, say, an argument or you wanting to leave him, but only because he thinks knowing this specific thing (e.g. his plan) could seriously harm you (e.g. reputation, life etc.). The motive is good, I get it, but that still doesn't make it okay, especially if it is done without the explicit consent of his partner (obviously). Honestly, considering how much he cares for Orugio, if Quiffrey did it to him, he'd do it to anyone he loves, if he thinks they would be safest that way.

As an example: If you're being bullied and your partner deals with those bullies without your knowledge (e.g. talking to your superiors, talking to the bullies etc.), simply because they care for you and want to protect you from these things, that, i think, is perfectly alright. Now, in our case though, the only way to protect you/Orugio is by erasing your memories because they themselves are the threat. Nothing else. So erasing your memory would take the position of dealing with your bullies without you knowing. But the action in this case is, though the only possible one, far too extreme to be done without consent.

Anyways, I could talk about this for hours. So in short:

He did it to Orugio, he'd do it to all his loved one's

His motive is not selfish, he does it to protect you

That's good

However, erasing memories without consent is bad

And considering his loved one's wouldn't give him consent, because they wish to help him, he just does it without

I also think that if you told him: i know you do that, I don't want you to ever do it to me

If it's the only way to keep you save

He'll do it

Which is kinda sweet, i guess? (because he'd do anything to keep you safe)

It's not meant to be toxic.

He doesn't even do it because he thinks it's something he has to do alone.

I'm inclined to say there's no toxic reasoning behind it, but that's not 100% right.

He's just very protective. So much even that he sometimes forgets that his loved one's are just as capable as he is

In the end though, just the thought that maybe he's erased your memories before, or could do it at any moment, is absolutely terrifying

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Quiffrey x reader headcanons

Disclaimer: some names might differ from language to language

Warnings: hint of angst? Mention of horniness. Nothing explicit though. But overall very fluffy

· You two met shortly before you finished the fourth test

· he’s really charming omg get ready for some really flustering flirting, especially if you’re shy

· he’ll make you blush in no time and looove every second of it! 

· Orugio is really sweet to you, kinda brotherly, doesn’t understand why you’d wanna date that idiot 

· But thinks you guys are cute nontheless

·Quifrey’s not always a ray of sunshine though  

· especially when he’s stressed about the Brimmed Hats he’ll get snappy 

· it’s normally the source of your few arguments but he usually apologizes 

· I can also imagine Quifrey being slightly manipulative  

· like ‘asking you things in front of other included people so you don’t say no’ kinda manipulative? 

· he doesn’t really mean to, but unless you talk to him about it or even leave him (at least for a break) he doesn’t really realize or stop 

· he’ll break apart if you leave him, even if it’s only for a break 

· but from then on he’ll try, he really will 

· ANYWAYS 

· Quifrey loves holding you close to him and carrying you when flying around (or at least holding your hand, if you wanna fly alone. He’ll tug you though)

· touchstarved! 

· loves nuzzling his face in your neck omg 

· cheeky and somehow always horny?

· especially when he’s really touchstarved or hasn’t seen you in a while 

· a day classifies as a while here though so...

· and so much PDA 

· always has a hand on your lower back or his arm over your shoulders when walking 

· He loves annoying Orugio and Ysheath by suddenly (constantly!) making out with you when they wanna talk to either of you 

· Is especially fond of swooping you up in his arms to kiss you

·  such a show off smh 

· But he’s an overall sweet boyfriend who’ll try to better himself for you ❤

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Everyday Is Christmas

Quiffrey x  GenderNeutral!Reader

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Warnings: slight Angst, Fluff, specified winter celebration (Christmas)

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 (Y/N) sat in the dark library. In front of them a dozen of open books. They stretched their hand, it was already cramping from the constant pressure on the quill. Suddenly a small flame erupted from the circle they had been drawing. The flame grew higher and took the form of a dragon, not life-sized, but moving like a real one.

“Impressive.”

(Y/N) span around and saw a young man leaning against the bookshelves behind them.

“Quiffrey,” they sighed.

“- you gave me a bloody heart attack.”

He smiled at that.

“Now, I could never do that to an angel such as yourself, could I?”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes, though blushing and went back to studying. They heard a ruffling of robes behind them and soon enough they felt Quiffrey looking over their shoulder.

“You know, you should go to bed. You’re brilliant, far better than Orugio, Ysheath and, I hate to admit it, even better than me. No need to worry your magnificent mind.”

(Y/N) laughed.

“What about you, shouldn’t you be in bed?” He smiled at them.

“But you wouldn’t be there, would you? There would be no point.” (Y/N) stared at him, their face now bright red.

“Leave me alone,” they grumbled, when he started to laugh. But they smiled too.

“You know,” he began again and (Y/N) started to pack their things, knowing that now, they wouldn’t be able to get things done anyways.

“-you’ll be a brilliant teacher one day.”

(Y/N) suddenly stopped to look at him.

“Thank you,” they said honestly. “You will be brilliant as well.”

(Y/N) padded his shoulder and he gave them a charming smile. Then he leaned down to them, gently resting his right hand on their hips, to whisper:

“You will do great tomorrow love, after all, you always do,”

(Y/N) hugged themselves, it was incredibly cold outside. Not even the dozen layers they were wearing, including the light blue winter robes, seemed to help against the biting cold. The snow was crunching beneath their feet on their way to the others.

“Good morning love,” greeted Quiffrey with a bright smile. They shyly smiled back and came to stand before their teacher.

 “This is the last of your tests. The one that gives you the qualification you need to become a teacher. Are you ready?”

It was a rhetorical question and only Quiffrey nodded. Then he looked back at (Y/N) and reached out to hold their hand. He tugged them to him and suddenly he was holding them whilst flying.

“Quiffrey,” (Y/N) screeched.

“- I am very well capable of flying myself!”

He laughed.

“But then I wouldn’t be able to hold you, would I? There would be no point,” he smiled cheekily and (Y/N) blushed again.

“Just let me go…” they mumbled and he laughed again. He nuzzled his head into their neck and whispered:

“But you’re so warm, and the snow’s so cold…”

And then they landed and took off to accomplish their task.

Hours later they were back in the atelier. They sat with Orugio and other witches to joke around and talk. They drank velvety, warm drinks, a massive contrast to the beautiful, biting cold outside. (Y/N) sat leaning against Orugio, a warm blanket around them and a nagging Quiffrey on their side.

“Just between you and me, Orugio was very happy when I got the idea. I think he would love you to be there-” Suddenly he drove away, rubbing his pounding head.

“How about you open an atelier with me? You, me and Orugio as our Watchful Eye,” then he leaned down to mumble:

“Stop annoying them, Quiffrey,” Orugio warned, his hand still raised, then he lightly smiled at (Y/N).

“Don’t listen to him.”

(Y/N) nodded, thanking him.

“But Christmas is soon, it would be a nice present. You…me…” Quiffrey was leaning down again.

“…and Orugio,” (Y/N) smiled wickedly whilst Quiffrey grimaced.

And then, finally, Christmas was there. But so were the brimmed hats. Quiffrey had only been stressed since he lived in the newly built atelier with Orugio and (Y/N). And snappy.

But it was Christmas Eve. (Y/N) had put up beautiful, quite literally magical, white lights and an enchanting smell of cinnamon, orange and fir filled the atelier. Then they stood in front of the grand Christmas tree in the dining room and sighed. Content, for Christmas was a beautiful time, giving and helping, but also sad, for they knew that this would be the last time in quite a while until they would celebrate it with their friends again.

“I do like you here, with me.” They blushed again, but smiled sadly.

“You know love,” (Y/N) spun around to see a smiling Quiffey,

“I have told you Quiffrey, I can’t do this anymore.”

“But you’ve barely tried,” he took their hands into his and looked at them, silently begging.

(Y/N) shook their head, sadness in their eyes.

“But I can’t live without you. If you leave, I will break, do you want that? It will be on you.”

(Y/N) ripped their hands out of his grasp.

“This!” they breathed heavily.

“This is the problem! It will not be on me, it will be on you! If you decide to break, you will. No one can decide that for you,” they screamed. Orugio sighed two rooms away.

“You - you keep on telling me what to do. You rarely give me a chance to decide. I – I just want a break from you,” they cried.

“What?” he stared at them.

“You heard me, you can celebrate Christmas without me,” and then (Y/N) was gone.

He sunk to his knees

“There would be no point…” he whispered, crying into his hands

A few years later (Y/N) stepped into Quiffrey’s atelier yet again, a young boy holding their hand. The warm atelier was a massive contrast to the cold outside in the snowy countryside. They both shook off the remaining snow on their robes.

“Who are you? I’m Tetia, nice to meet you!” a young girl suddenly appeared next to them.

“I am a friend of Quiffrey’s and Orugio’s. My name is (Y/N), and this is my student Leno. I believe Orugio could show him a few of the things he does. Leno loves crafts you know,” the young boy was hiding behind them.

The young girl nodded.

“Could you maybe bring him to Orugio? And do you happen to know where Quiffrey is? I would like to say hello.”

“I love to help. He’s in his room, upstairs.”

“Thank you very much, I know where it is,” they said, whilst gently nudging Leno forward to Tetia.

“Thank you for thanking me!” Tetia bowed, then she was off, holding a startled Leno by the hand.

(Y/N) softly knocked on the wooden door.

“Come in,” they heard him say and they stepped in. Their heart pounding fast.

“Quiffrey,” they said quietly after closing the door behind them.

The man spun around.

He was with them in only a few seconds, cradling their face in his hand and then his lips finally met theirs.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, not believing his eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity they broke apart and he smiled at them, charmingly.

“I have so much to tell you, love.”

“Really?” they laughed.

He nodded eagerly, a bright smile still plastered on his lips.

Then he grew serious.

“You are going to stay now, aren’t you – I mean… will you stay?” he grimaced.

“’m sorry,” he mumbled.

(Y/N) smiled and caressed his cheek.

“It’s alright love,” they whispered.

“I will stay. We will have an atelier together…we will celebrate a beautiful Chirstmas tomorrow,”

 He nuzzled his face in their neck.

“Everyday is Christmas with you on my side…” he whispered, breathing them in.

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I always have to think of Quiffrey whenever i listen to Sia's beautiful song 'Everyday is Christmas'. Might write a fanfiction inspired by it. Pro tip, if i get any kind of response, be it a like or a message, it'll happen faster and more certainly. Just wanna know, if someone's genuinly interested in any Quiffrey x reader content. 😊❤ Edit: Posted as of now (1st of Dec. 2019) Hope you guys will like it ❤)

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PLZPZLZP QIFREY X READER WHERE READER HAS AN ENCOUNTER W THE BRIMHATS AND PASSES OUT NEAR THE ATELIER COS INJURIES !! And then she stays for awhile n' stuff and then everyone BUT ESPECIALLY Qifrey HEHHE ends up liking her and she stays at the atelier ??

😳😳😳 yES

There is Light even within Darkness

Quiffrey x gn!reader

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: non-descriptive injuries, dizziness and feeling of nausea mentioned

Wordcount: 1.7k

Far off from the cities was where unfortune made you fall into the hands of some Brimhats. Blood was still buzzing in the air when they left and the smell of burnt fabric encircled you as you carried yourself forward. But then the dark clouds gave free rain and you realised that they wanted nature to do the rest. You collapsed with the forest still looming behind, and a seemingly never-ending grassland stretched out before you. Time drew on slowly, and at some point, memory gave out. You barely registered the figure clothed in black approaching, flickering magic drying and warming your body as you were lifted and brought away.

The smell of chamomile woke you. Your body felt heavy and spend, but at least your sight started to clear. There was a wooden ceiling and stone walls that were so warm, one might think rivers of fire ran through them. You let your head fall to the side and immediately met the gaze of a little girl.

“Are you alright?” she asked softly. You closed your eyes for a second as a wave of nausea hit you. “I'll call professor Quiffrey, he'll know what to do.” And the strange girl was off as you became victim to darkness yet again.

You woke up only minutes later. A man leaned over you, with witches’ robes in white and blue enshrouding him. You felt water trickle down to your mouth and a warm hand on your forehead. When he noticed you were awake, he drew back slowly and smiled at you. His hair fell in white waves over his right eye, and he wore glasses, transparent on the left, black to the right.

“Beldarut´s apprentice,” you whispered with a voice rough and tired. He nodded, though his smile seemed somewhat sad. You paid it no mind however, and immediately sat up. Quiffrey´s eye widened, and he moved to steady you.

“Brimhats,” You managed to say between your unsteady breathing, as the world turned around you. You felt him tense, and so you let yourself fall back into the bed. He had heard you. And so, you let your body give out and fall unconscious yet again.

You awoke to the smell of baked goods in the late morning of the second day.

“Good morning,” a girl with a timid voice said, before setting down the tray beside your bed and disappearing through the door. You sat up slowly, realising that you must have been severely injured the day before. For a second, fear pierced your heart as you remembered the encounter. However, as you saw Quiffrey´s face appear in the door you visibly relaxed.

“Are you alright…?” he trailed off; his head tilted to the side.

“(Y/N),” you answered. You realised that your voice was hoarse, and it was hard to form words. Scrunching up your face in annoyance, you turned to the food and grabbed the nearest bun.

Quiffrey came closer, bringing a stool to sit beside you, occasionally helping you hold a glass of water and bringing it to your lips, as your hands were trembling under the weight.

“I was on my way back home when they attacked in the forest behind the village near the mountains.”

“How many were they?”

You shook your head, steadying yourself suddenly, as dizziness washed over you. He made you drink more water and take a few bites of bread before he allowed you to speak again.

“I´m not sure. I think one of them was talking to someone else, so it must have been at least two. But the second one I never saw. I think, actually, I might have seen a glimpse of him. But he was fast and clothed in darkness.”

Quiffrey nodded gravely. Then he brought a hand up to your forehead. You closed your eyes at the comforting gesture. He smiled down at you, though you couldn´t see it.

“You should go to sleep again, if you´re lucky, Oruggio will allow you to stand up again tomorrow.”

You looked up at him, mirroring the smile.

“He was the one who found me, right? I can only remember warmth, but he is known as the Master of Fire in some of the villages around.”

A laugh escaped his lips.

“Yes, he is. Though if you want to thank him, you will have to be a bit patient. He likes to lock himself away. You might not be able to see him for a while.”

On the third day you were allowed to leave the bed, although someone was to be beside you to steady you. Sitting in the kitchen you prepared lunch with Coco, the little girl you had seen when you had first woken up, and Tetia. The apprentices of Quiffrey were just as talented as he was, this much was clear. Even if some of their spells still lacked precision, or a calm hand, they never lacked creativity. And truly, was this not the greatest tool of witches?

“Professor (Y/N), look!” You leaned forward slightly to look at the spell Tetia had drawn. “It's to help me cut the vegetables!”

You smiled and pointed at the line in the upper middle of the circle:

“It's good, but this line needs to be a little bit longer, especially if you deal with harder food.”

She beamed at you, and with a loud “Thank you!” she went to correct it. You looked over to Coco, who sat silently and stirred the food already in the pot. Her eyes, however, told you that she was thinking about magic.

“They never stop,” an amused voice said behind you, and you turned around to see Quiffrey leaning against the door frame. You smiled and nodded in agreement.

“But really, you can't blame them. I don't think I was able to stop either,” you said, looking back at the girls, a fond look in your eyes.

“That's true,” Quiffrey replied, still looking at you, soft smile on his lips. “I´m surprised you don´t have an Atelier yourself.”

You laughed, waving him off.

“I've thought about it. But who knows,” you said, gazing to the two girls, furiously studying and creating, “maybe one day I will.”

Finally, your dizziness had subsided, but your injuries had not finished healing just yet. It had been nearly two weeks since your encounter with the Brimhats and colour had now fully returned to your skin. It was on that day, the girls all outside, reading and drawing spells, that you were able to meet Oruggio. Carefully, you opened the door to his chamber, after he had allowed you entry.

“Oruggio?”

A grunt came from farther into the room. You heard a fire crackle somewhere.

“I came to thank you.”

“Huh?”

Suddenly, a figure stood up from a spot on the ground that had been obscured from your view and a rugged looking man came into sight. “What do you mean?” he said with a gruff voice.

“You found me injured close to the forest. If it weren´t for you, I-“ he waved you off.

“God, you are all the same. Saying thank you for the most natural things. Go back to entertain the children. If you´re here, they might not bother me too much with their questions anymore.

Though they would probably still find a way to bother me,” you heard him mutter before leaving the room and closing the door softly behind you. When you turned your head, you found yourself inches away from Quiffrey´s face, smiling brightly at you. Flinching, you took a few steps back, nearly falling as you were still on wobbly feet because of your injuries.

“There, there, no need to fall,” he laughed, helping to steady you.

“Go away, Quiffrey!” you heard Oruggio yell behind you, and Quiffrey answered, still laughing:

“I´m not even here.”

Oruggio grumbled something, but you couldn´t make any words out.

Quiffrey helped you down the stairs, a hand reaching behind your shoulders to hold your arm and another steadying your waist.

After you reached the ground floor, he carefully led you towards where you could hear the voices and the laughter of the girls echoing over the vast grassland around the Atelier. It truly seemed like the perfect haven.

Looking up at Quiffrey, who was watching his apprentices with utter fondness in his eye, you thought:

“Maybe staying isn´t such a bad idea.”

“All injuries are healed, I think I can allow you to leave for your hometown again,” Oruggio announced, standing up to stretch. You sat up, finally without either pain or dizziness overcoming you.

“Does Professor (Y/N) really have to go?” Tetia asked pouting, and Riche, standing behind her, nodded vigorously.

“Riche agrees. She thinks that is annoying.”

You laughed.

“Will you visit us often?” Coco asked, her eyes hopeful, but you could still see her lips wobble a bit as she spoke. “You still haven´t finished the story about how the libraries were created.”

"Or showed me the spell you promised to teach me," Agethe grumbled, glowering at you from her spot next to the door.

“Come on everyone, give her a second. Oruggio, can you look after the girls for a second? I promise I will be there in a moment.”

The black-haired man rolled his eyes, but ushered the girls out of the room.

After the door closed behind them, Quiffrey turned to you.

“I mean, they are not wrong.”

You tilted your head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you said you weren´t too opposed to the idea of having an Atelier one day. And you love the girls, and they love you. Really, it would be a bother having to find a good Watchful Eye, when there is a perfectly good one right here.”

“You want me to stay?” you smiled.

“Only if you want.”

For a moment you stared at each other. You, still sitting on the bed, and he, leaned forward so that you were at equal height, his face mere inches from yours. Suddenly, he kissed you on the nose, making it scrunch up and a smile appear on your lips. After a second of silence, you both started laughing.

“Fine,” you said finally, and immediately saw how his eye lit up in delight. “But you´ll help me get settled in!” you said, waving your finger.

He only nodded, excited like a little child, and kissed your nose again.

As he tugged you with him to tell his students, and a not so unwilling Oruggio, the news, you smiled to yourself.

Truly, staying wasn´t such a bad idea.

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Qifrey and s/o who is like a motherly figure to the girls...can't get it out of my head ofmosma it would make such a cute oneshot/hc like this whole found family thing is just <3

Oh that's so cute. ☺ And i agree. This really is <3

Quiffrey x gn!s/o, who is motherly

Warnings: other than the fact that I use "motherly" descriptively, it's genderneutral

You, Oruggio and his Apprentices are like his little family

You and Quiffrey obviously being the parents of the kids

(Oruggio is the grumpy uncle)

He has literal heart eyes whenever he sees you being "motherly"

Whether you are cooking whilst looking after the girls

Or helping them study

Or reading them stories

He is so in love with you

Honestly, sometimes he just sits on a bed to watch you tidy up whilst you curse him for just sitting there and doing nothing, except maybe annoy you

Don't get him wrong, he would never make you do all the chores

He would hate it, if you would even do the majority of them

But he loves the domesticity of it all

You, looking after those, who are practically his kids at this point

Instant heart eyes

He also loves hugging you from behind and swaying with you as you stir food

Nuzzling into your neck

(He loves doing that)

He also loves it when you take care of him

He doesn't always remember that his well-being is as important as yours or the others'

So whenever you gently scold him

Or lighlty hit his head whenever he forgets

Or during his more vulnerable moments

The way you cradle him against your body

He loves you so, so much

And sometimes he might even think he doesn't deserve you, but he does!

Please show him all the love he deserves

(Though you probably already do)

He'd do anything to keep your little family happy

So soft for you all 💕

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Can I request more Qifrey x reader? It can be a topic of your choosing, a fic or headcanons, whatever you feel like writing, I will eat up any content hahah 💞

Yes, I'd love to! I'm pretty much always open for witch hat atelier content ☺

A Night as Silver as the Stars

You can find my Navigation here.

Warnings: Slight spoiler for chapter 35, but easy to miss. Based on that spoiler there might be like a sliver of angst, but it's like, at least 99.9% fluff so...

Note: I have quoted two lines of the Silverleaf myth from the manga. Also, as I have not been able to read what happens during the Silver Night Festival itself yet (the translation is not out yet 😫), I've just made some stuff up. ^^

Wordcount: 1.1k

The town was glowing, this much you could see from afar. There were gold petals carried by breezes of magic enchanting little children and elders alike in the streets. You landed, feet softly hitting the ground and the robe quietly bristling behind you. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and a hundred different kinds of smells hit your nose. You opened your eyes, now smiling brightly, and walked on.

As you passed the gate, you could already see the first stalls of the Golden Night Festival. There were crystals, herbs and spices, sweet bread and cakes drenched in honey as golden as day itself. A small group of Apprentice Witches passed you, chattering and excitedly running from stall to stall.

“That used to be us,” you murmured, a fond gleam in your eyes.

Further ahead the road opened, and more laughter filled the streets carried through the November wind. Oruggio's stall was farther to the right, as it was every year, and you were looking forward to seeing his new inventions.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped you.

“The silverleaf once caught a star in its boughs/And to it, the power of the night was granted,” a soft voice said, tickling your ear. You placed your hand atop of his, and took it off your eyes, turning around to Quiffrey. He was leaning forward a bit, his mouth serious, but the mischief in his eye betraying him.

“How did you find me this quickly,” you asked, ignoring your beating heart.

“Sweetness, your fragrance takes me up whole. I could follow it to the ends of the world.” He started laughing as you shoved him, a soft scowl on your face.

“Stop it,” you scolded him, desperately hoping he wouldn't realise how hot your face felt. You looked around in search for a change of topic: “Where is Oruggio´s stall?” you asked finally, resisting the urge to cool your face with your hands that were cold from the November wind.

“Oh, he is right over there.” You peeked over his shoulder to see Oruggio sitting in his stall, a gloomy look gracing his features.

“He doesn´t look very happy,” you noted, and Quiffrey started laughing loudly. Oruggio looked up for a second, nearly pained by the noise, but his lips raised for a second and his features softened at the sight of you. You raised your hand as a greeting, but it was snatched away by Quiffrey nearly immediately.

“What did you do to the poor man?” You smiled, now focusing on Quiffrey again. He was playing with your hand, raising your other as well to hold them tightly in his.

“Your hands are so cold, Snowflake,” he murmured, a far off look in his eye.

“I forgot my gloves,” you answered softly.

“Well, that can't do,” he said and tugged you with him to Oruggio. Showing the other man your hands, he declared: “My friend, you who has mastered fire, would you let beauty itself freeze?” Oruggio stared at you in a way that told you that Quiffrey had reached peak dramatic this day.

“He's been going on and on about watching the stars with you during the Silver Night Festival, and more poetic nonsense,” he told you quietly, letting you warm your fingers with one of his inventions. “Nonstop. Nearly as excited as after the letter.”

Your heart skipped a beat on Quiffrey´s behalf.

“He will get a student?”

“Several,” Oruggio groaned, but there was a fond gleam in his eyes as he watched Quiffrey excitedly chatting with another vendor.

Dusk fell soon, as the year was close to winter. Golden specks were already flitting through the streets, and children were running after them, trying to catch these drops of light. Your hand, now warm, was enclosed in Quiffrey´s, as you walked down the streets to look at all the peculiarities the vendors had to offer. Delights of food and warm drink, old books with leather drenched in golden ink, songbirds made of glowing paper and songs enclosed in wooden boxes. So much to see. Too much to take in without effect. Eyes wide with childlike curiosity, you walked the streets of the Golden Night Festival.

You awoke in a bed. Though foreign, the smell of these sheets, and the feel of those arms around you were not. Comfort washed over you like a shower of flower petals.

“Good morning, Snowflake,” Quiffrey said, bringing his body even closer to yours, sighing against your neck. You turned around to look at him properly. His white hair was dishevelled from sleep and his eye closed. You moved to leave a kiss under both of his eyes, making him smile softly and hold you even tighter. “If I could, Snowflake, I'd never let you go.”

You hummed, finally bringing your lips to find his.

You visited the Silver Night Festival when twilight still hung in the air, reaching the time right before dusk would settle to bring night with her thousands of stars. Quiffrey had a soft grip on your hand, walking next to you slowly as he told you of his first apprentices. Oruggio was still busy managing his stall, and so you and Quiffrey had decided to walk through the excitement already. A tree, with boughs carrying leaves of silver, and blossoms of pure starlight, stood in the middle of it all. Children of all ages stood around it with eyes wide with amazement, carrying the image of wonder like a mirror. But Quiffrey lead you farther and farther away from the tree and the children, and finally away from all the excitement itself, up a hill. And when dusk settled you could look down to all the people awaiting the spectacle.

And as the first blossoms of silverlight left the tree to rise to the stars high up in the sky, both you and Quiffrey stared in wonder. Huddling closer, you both stopped breathing, taking in the beauty of the silverleaf tree, raising to meet the stars above. Quiffrey squeezed your hand as stray silver leaves flew past you both, twirling around the wind.

“Will you come as well, my love?” he whispered finally. You looked at him in shock. Seeing the far off look in his eyes, following the last light rising, you lifted your hand to hold his cheek. His eyes flickered to you, and you could see tears.

“Of course, Quiffrey, where else would I be, my love?”

He leaned forward to press his forehead against yours, a soft smile gracing his lips. And as the night finally collected all leaves of the silver leaf tree, she let her own stars glow up brightly one last time. Silver, and carrying the times of old. A voice in the air telling:

“Thus began the era of mankind. And thus began the world of witches.”

But in your peaceful solitude, you and Quiffrey could only perceive each other.