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magpiesbones · 6 months

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Orufrey, friends with legal benefits instead of the Hat, chapter 40 spoilers

Olruggio was the kindest, smartest, and overall best person Qifrey had ever known. And that was why, a month and a half after Qifrey came back from the Tower of Tomes, Olruggio cornered him and demanded to know what was going on.

“You’re not eating, you keep having weird muttering conversations with yourself, and you’re avoiding me, Qifrey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

He’d looked angry, glowing, like a star on earth, like fire forced to burn under the ocean. For a second Qifrey thought about not telling him: Qifrey couldn’t bear it if that fire turned on him, if Olruggio learned this thing and then hated him for it.

“Okay,” Qifrey said. “But not here— somewhere private.”

“Oh,” Olruggio said— he sounded surprised, a little, and pleasantly so.

“My rooms?” Qifrey suggested, and Olruggio nodded, his eyes very wide.

Qifrey started to have doubts as soon as the door closed behind them. What if this was too much for Olruggio? What if this wasn’t too much now, but years from now it would become the thing that broke them? He wouldn’t survive this secret, eventually: it was the knife at his back, the poison in his every meal, the water in his lungs, and someday it would overtake him. And as long as Qifrey was the only one who knew, he could hold it off.

“…Qifrey?”

But this was Olruggio: Olruggio, who had never once done anything to hurt Qifrey, who had kept every secret Qifrey had ever told him, who had never given him a single reason to doubt his trust.

“You can’t tell anyone, Oru, I mean it. You have to promise.”

Olruggio promised. Qifrey told him everything.

“Are you… is there anything I can do to help?” He was looking at Qifrey like he cared, like this didn’t matter. He still wanted to help.

Qifrey burst into tears, and collapsed over Olruggio. He hadn’t realized how terrified he was that it would change things between them until it didn’t. Olruggio knew and he didn’t hate Qifrey for it, didn’t shun him, didn’t report him to the Knights about it. He knew and he was still here, sitting on Qifrey’s little atelier floor, letting Qifrey cry a wet spot into his shirt, stroking his hands up and down the bumps of his spine. Olruggio knew and— and nothing. That was it.

“Just— stay?” Olruggio nodded; Qifrey could feel the motion of his head over his shoulder. He let his hands clench in the fabric of Olruggio’s shirt. “And don’t tell anyone, okay?”

”Of course,” Olruggio said. “I swear on the wisdom of the stars and the blood of the trees and the bones of the sages.”

Qifrey pushed away from his shoulder. “You can’t,” He blurted. “You can’t swear that— what if the Knights ask, what if the Wise in Principles asks you directly?” That was a serious oath, one you only said if you knew you’d never break it, even if you didn’t take your word as strongly as Olruggio did.

“Then… I just won’t answer. I’ll lie.”

”You’ll have to. Everyone has to—“

“—They won’t make me, I swore and I meant it—“

”—except blood relations—“ And they weren’t blood related and couldn’t fake it, could they, not ever—

”I’m not going to break an oath I made to you.“

“—and spouses.” That was an idea. That could work. If they got married, they’d have legal protections about this, and nobody would be able to force them apart. “We should get married.”

Olruggio stared at him. “Okay.”

”—Platonically, obviously,” Qifrey hastened to add. And then: “Wait, what?”

”Yes, I’ll marry you. Whatever you need. I was thinking of following you to your atelier anyways—“

Olrugio was thinking of doing what.

”—but this is much more convenient.”

“You… don’t want to stay in the Great Hall?”

”No, dumbass. What would I do in the Great Hall without you here? And besides, if we get married we’ll have to stick together.”

“We won’t have to,” Qifrey said.

“Well, no,” Olruggio said. “Not if you don’t want to. But I would like to.”

“I would also like to,” Qifrey said, and felt shy, for some reason, as if this were as great of a secret as his eyes, his creation. As if Olruggio did not already know all of his secrets.

—

“Are you sure you want to marry me?” Qifrey asked. The great hall’s study library was a huge dark maw around them, empty and cavernous as the ocean floor. Olruggio was tucked into one of the niches in the wall (his favorite niche, the one conveniently close to the advanced fire reference material, with a full desk and the good chairs), and by extension, so was Qifrey. The pool of light from Olruggio’s spell cast out far enough to divine the edges of the bookshelves, but no further, and other late studiers were only apparent by the little stars of their light. “Like seriously sure? What if you meet someone you actually want to marry?”

Olrugio hit him in the head with a roll of paper. “I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t. And that’s not going to happen.”

But what if, Qifrey wanted to ask. Olrugio is brilliant, like a fire, like a star, and beautiful, and someone— someone was going to notice, and fall in love with him, because how could they not. And. And Olruggio’s going to fall in love with them back, because they’ll be someone who actually deserves him, beautiful and clever and a brilliant witch. But.

Maybe, though. Olruggio’s never broken a promise to him before— okay, except for that time he promised he had the drying spell working and then accidentally singed his cape, but never an important promise— so if Olruggio says it, then he means it.

“Okay,” Qifrey says. It’s so dark in the library and so bright right here in this little corner that it feels like they’re the only people in the world. It makes it feel doubly important somehow, like some sort of oath, like swearing his fealty. Like saying a promise and really meaning it, somehow. He’s always thought things meant more in the dark, when nobody else is watching.

—tbc?

#Went and dragged this out of The Drafts. I wrote this in April 2022 for a little estimate of how long it’s been Languishing #Characterization was hard bc it’s so canon divergent like it’s literally based on a Single choice made by qifrey when hes half his canon ag #they’re different people and also kids! But this is also FUNNY and so I might clean it up and finish it #witch hat #My fic #witch hat atelier #witch hat atelier spoilers #orufrey #tongari boushi no atelier #tbna #wha #qifrey #Did olruggio think he was going to get confessed to? Kind of yeah!! His pov is offscreen but know he is having the MOST time of it

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millenni-em-tauk · 1 year

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"Determination" - Witch Hat Atelier sketchy comic feat. teenaged Olruggio and Qifrey ❤️‍🩹

I.D. under cut:

Page 1: Olruggio and Qifrey sit on the ground, surrounded by barren trees.

Olruggio: ...I just don't think a heart full of bitterness is gonna do you any good.

Olruggio looks at the sky.

Olruggio: You have to just work at it til you create some kinda hope. Some kinda brighter purpose.

He turns to Qifrey with a desperate expression.

Olruggio: You know?

Qifrey glowers at the ground.

Page 2: Qifrey continues to glower at the ground.

Qifrey: It's not like I haven't thought about it.

He clenches his fists.

Qifrey: Not like I haven't already considered everything...over and over, lying there at night...

Olruggio leans forward with a fierce expression.

Olruggio: And it's not like I haven't thought about it, either. And I don't think--I just don't think you have to keep choosing the most hopeless option.

Page 3: Qifrey scoffs with a dismissive, condescending expression. Olruggio stands up--Qifrey looks up at him.

Olruggio: You can piss off if you're gonna laugh at me.

Olruggio's expression grows even more pinched and frustrated.

Olruggio: You can be a real asshole, you know. I--

He turns his face away.

Olruggio: I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

Page 4: Qifrey rubs his face with an equally frustrated expression.

Qifrey: You don't have to do anything. You've never had to do anything.

He grows more upset, glaring at the ground.

Qifrey: Go back to your atelier and pass the f*cking test.

A pause. Qifrey sits looking away from Olruggio, his face in his hand, in anguish. Olruggio crosses his arms, standing, looking away from Qifrey. His eyes are obscured.

Qifrey: And stop crying.

END

#witch hat atelier #witch hat atelier comic #olruggio #qifrey #orufrey #teen orufrey #orugio #angst #wha fanart #wha #tbna #tongari boushi no atorie #Δ帽子 #sketch #comic #emdart

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marisramblings · 1 year

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Coming Home (vague Witch Hat Atelier spoilers)

Beldaruit x gender neutral witch!reader cw: fluff, age gap (reader is around mid 20s)

You stretch and take in the bustle of the city around you. Being back in the great hall isn’t your preferred choice but it beats sleeping on straw mats. Also helps that your favorite person is here. You purchase a meat bun from a nearby vendor and heft your travel pack over your shoulder.

The garden is empty when you step in, as expected. You say hello to your favorite trees and breathe in the salty air. An adventurous homebody is a strange combination, but what are you if not made of contradictions?

You make your way through the special door hidden within the silverwood trees. Twists and turns take you to familiar doors and you hesitate. A stop at the bathhouse might have been better but you so desperately want to collapse on soft sheets and pillows.

You knock in a coded pattern and the doors open like arms welcoming you inside. You tiptoe around the room hoping to surprise its occupant but the bed is made and empty. There aren’t a lot of places a sealchair can hide here. The disappointment feels like a stone.

“Damn, I’ll have to wait—“

“Wait for what?”

You shriek and turn around. The great sage, Beldaruit, sits before you dressed in his full regalia. Pale blue eyes light up with mirth.

“You are such an insufferable person,” you sigh. “Is this even you or an apparition?”

“Oh foo, you’re as bad as Olruggio.” The visage fades into smoke, and the lights flicker on illuminating the real Beldaruit laying in bed.

You roll your eyes and take the seat by his side, divesting yourself of your shoes and cloak. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to really surprise me in the coming days.”

His eyes twinkle. “If you had returned earlier you would’ve seen quite a sight.”

“Hm?”

“Qifrey’s apprentices had their second test interrupted and I let them make it up. I wanted to be surprised.”

There are few situations that require the sage of wisdom’s input, he must’ve been quite excited. “Were you?”

His face lights up with a dazzling smile and he excitedly grasps your hands. “It was wonderful! They took such common spells and created such beauty. They even opened a path that my chair could fit through.”

His joy is infectious and you find yourself smiling. If children could figure out how to make the hall accessible what are their leaders’ excuses? If it wouldn’t be considered vandalism, you’d carve glyphs into every nook and cranny.

He bounces your hands. “Absolutely marvelous! It’s a treasure to see such passion in young children.”

Ah, he’s started. You deftly climb to the empty space beside him, sinking in the bedding. It’s not that you don’t love his passion but you’re a bit tired. He tells you about the spells, the rain and sunlight reflected through gate doors. The mimicry pouch and rainbows that shined.

He finishes with a pained breath. You bolt upright and grip his hand. “Belda—“

He squeezes back and smiles. “I’m fine, just a little tired from an excursion.”

“I’ll make you some tea.”

He pulls you to his chest and rests his cheek upon your head.

You pout but relax in his hold. Today isn’t the time for such a serious discussion.

“Some days I wonder what keeps you interested in an old fart like me.” He mumbles this into your hair and the vibrations tickles.

You run a few fingers through his hair, twirl a strand. “I’m pretty boring so I guess it works out.”

“You’re far from boring. I remember a certain incident involving dancing cleaning supplies.”

“You know how much I hate chores. Besides, don’t sell yourself short. You’re the most passionate person I know. The dedication and love you have for magic is inspiring.”

You lean up and kiss his cheek. The slight blush and widening of his eyes make you giggle.

“Compliments and kisses? You’re rarely this affectionate. Did something happen?”

You shrug. “No. I just really missed you. I’ll tell you about the stuff I saw—“ you yawn, “tomorrow.”

***

FYI I take requests. Reader imagines or between characters, many things go!

#mari’s rambles #witch hat atelier #witch hat atelier spoilers #witch hat atelier imagines #beldaruit #Beldaruit x reader #imagines #fic #no beta I wrote this to feel better

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quasarifxxy · 2 years

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How the atelier views

Arkco:

Tetia & Richeh: Coco and Agott sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Qifrey: they are becoming very good friends ♥️

Olruggio: (believes that Coco likes Tartah)

Orufrey:

Four of the kids:

#wha #random shower thought NFKFNFKFHF #the atelier is a walking lgbtq flag #wha itself is a walking lgbtq flag #QIFREY LOOKS AT ARKCO AND GOES 'theyre just like me and olly' DHFJDHFKFHF #sirey witch hat atelier

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millenni-em-tauk · 1 year

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Tetia helps Qifrey recall an old song 🎶

ID:

Page 1: Top Left: Qifrey holds a flowerpot and sings, 'And if the rain falls not...all thru the spring...until then...until...Hm. No, that's not it. Drat." Top Middle: Qifrey scratches his chin. 'How does it go again? Until...' Top Right: A speech bubble interrupts him. He looks surprised. 'And if the rain falls not...until the summer's thru...I'll water you, dear flower...' Bottom Left: Tetia appears. She's the one singing the right lyrics! She finishes: 'Sure I'll take care of you!' Qifrey says, 'Yes, that's it!' They sing together, 'And if the rain falls not...' Bottom Right: Tetia and Qifrey sing and plant the flower together. Olruggio listens in the foreground, singing along, too. '...Sure I'll take care of you!'

Page 2: Bonus. Little Olruggio stands by a tree, singing, 'Sure I'll take care of you...' Little Qifrey stands beside him, watching him closely. Little Qifrey says, 'That was so pretty, Olly. You know so many songs.' Little Olruggio replies, 'How about I teach it to ya?' Bottom Right: Tiny Qifrey and Olruggio sitting together. Qifrey: 'And if the rain...' Olruggio: You gotta sing it, not just say it. Qifrey: But I'm not good at singing. Olruggio: You don't hafta be good at singing to sing... Qifrey: ??

#witch hat atelier #wha #wha fanart #tbna #tongari boushi no atelier #fanart #Δ帽子 #family #singing #qifrey #tetia #olruggio #orugio #orufrey #little orufrey #best friends #gardening #sketch #emdart

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