There is a place beneath the city where damaged magic is brought to die - and you restore it anyway. Once, you dreamed of becoming a witch. Now you spend your nights repairing forbidden spellwork for desperate strangers behind locked doors and dim candlelight. Then Qifrey appears in your workshop, far too observant to trust and far too kind to ignore. As dangerous magic begins resurfacing throughout the city, you are forced to confront the one thing you abandoned long ago; your belief in magic itself. *SLOW BURN*

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘴, 𝘠/𝘕... 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦-𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦." In the world of magic, every stroke of an ink pen carries the weight of intention. For Qifrey, a distinguished Master at the Atelier, his intentions have always been clear regarding his students and his duty. But buried beneath his spectacles and his gentle smiles is a memory of a girl who vanished before he could ever say the words "I love you." ​When Y/N, a witch with the rare and delicate gift of weaving both brilliance and dusk into her seals, arrives at the Atelier, the past and present collide. Though she is soft-spoken and easily startled, her presence brings a warmth that even Qifrey's most intricate light-spells cannot replicate.

⋆✴︎ "𝘖𝘩? 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 34𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦." A witch hat atelier book. A story which weaves the tale of a relentless genius, though selective in interest but absolute in pursuit. - what happens when fate decides to drop a familiar marionette stuffed with magic by the doorsteps of an independent witch of a rogue atelier? STARTED: 22/05/2026 FINNISHED: ??/??/????

𝐐𝐢𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (Name) an apprentice from a witch of the hexenzirkel member which is Alice. Wanting to see the world in her own eyes as she keep on eye on the borders, many planets to be seen and explored. When (name) was instructed to watch over the borders with alice, dottore made a huge catastrophe that causes (name) to fall between those planets. "The veil tears once and suddenly i'm the tourist holy cooked"

"𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖆𝖒 𝕴? 𝕬𝖓 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓?" - In which a puppet was found by Qifrey in the remains of a hidden atelier buried deep within the forest. Pretty, quiet, and strangely lifelike, the puppet was believed to be the abandoned creation of an ancient witch who disappeared long ago. a narcissistic genius obsessed with creating a perfect reflection of themself. Except the puppet wasn't perfect, they were just a failed imitation left to rot. At least that was what they were told. Platonic Yandere! Witch Hat Atelier x GN Puppet! Reader All artist credit: @Xinmoni on Instagram (cover art) @白川柏川 (Not sure what platform) I got the main picture on Pinterest, but if you guys know the artist, feel free to tell me!

"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞..?" Love is a blessing yet the most twisted curse of all. Have you ever wondered how your love story would've played out witha charming and mysterious witch named Qifrey? Well then this book is for you. ✩°｡⋆⸜ ✮ This was made by a young person who wanted to share her love for this manga series and writing. I hope you understand that this is just a hobby of mine. I appriciate feedback, but keep the criticism constructive. I hope this book can aspire some people to also try out writing about something they love. <3

A fan fiction of the anime Witch Hat Atelier - MC x Qifrey! Disclaimer: This fan fiction may be inaccurate because I'm an anime watcher. Enjoy ;)

A new hashira is introduced into the corps, she goes by the name of Y/N L/N. The insect pillar could not keep her eyes off of her as soon as she stepped into Oyakata-sama's estate. The other pillars notice this, soon coming up with a plan to get them together.

Various!Record of Ragnarok x reader ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Why do you hate the gods, Lady [Name]?" He had expected her face to contract in anger when he worded the question. Rage, resentment, animosity - anything of the like. But Hermes was instead met with a vacant smile. Her eyes void of any emotion. "Because you do not know the feeling of loss, and yet you take." ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Four years", she told herself. Four years had passed since the war. Four years since the people of Erilea had fought the Valg King and his forces and stood victorious. "It's over", she told herself. But she could not deny that some of those scars had yet to heal - and a small part of her wondered if they ever would. The queen looked over the horizon, at the land of sun-bleached cliffs and white-capped seas, of cascading waterfalls and flowing rivers. Looked at the home she had so vigorously fought to protect, to nurture. Looked at this land of beauty and wonder, and at the constructions of the city that were almost complete, as the locals merrily flocked the streets. Looked at Terrasen; her home. Her kingdom. "It's over," she repeated. However, destiny must have not aligned with her will because not long after a mysterious figure appeared at the palace gates, requesting her to participate in a tournament that would decide the fate of humanity. She felt inclined to say no. But the valkyrie's next words made her reconsider. "The gods wish to end humanity." And an opportunity like never before presented itself. A chance to punish those divine beings that had wronged her and her people. To exact revenge for what they had done to her world. The queen accepted.

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 "Me, a contestant? Fighting for humanity?" Brunhilde peered at you through her green viridescent eyes. Her face held a look of something along the line of daring as her eyes burned with determination. She held her hand out towards you, contently and carefully watching your face and fluent body movements. "Do you accept?" You glanced down at her hand with hesitance. Letting out a defeated sigh you place your hands into hers. "I accept."