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"Master Qifrey!" Ow. He got caught by that magic that that damned brimmed hat made. It doesn't hurt; rather, he feels like blacking out.
He isn't sure what's going on, but—
"Enjoy your future, Qifrey."
Why did he say that?
Huh, where is he?
He doesn't feel a threat, but he is on his guard. He seems to be lying on a sofa which he doesn't remember. Could he have been teleported, or did they take care of him? If so, whose home are they in? It certainly isn't his.
"Daddy!" Huh.
Qifrey tilts his head to look where that sound comes from. There he sees a little girl and boy running to him. Both of them come to his side. The boy sits right next to him as he shows his tongue at the little girl, who climbs up the sofa and clings to his arm.
He isn't sure what's happening.
Is this what he meant by "enjoy your future"? Is this even his future? Could magic really do this? Could this be an illusion?
He notices that the little girl, who seems to be a toddler. She looks like a 3- or 4-year-old, has white hair like him. Her hairstyle is similar to his; it just doesn't cover her eye and is a longer version. But those eyes—he recognizes them. They are Coco's. Those golden eyes.
The boy next to him has hair similar to his, but his hair color is yellowish-green, just like Coco's. Her hair is hard to miss when it's such a rare color. Coco is the first girl he has ever seen with that color of hair. It does suit her. The boy also has blue eyes. They remind him of his.
It's strange.
"Daddy, daddy! Tell him that I am better at flying with shoes!" she yells loudly with stubbornness that suits kids her age.
"No—dad, I am better at it, and she knows it!"
What are these two arguing about again? About who is better at flying with shoes? That's certainly a good reason to start fighting. Well, they are kids.
"Does it matter? I think you are both great at it." He hopes to ease the tension between them, and it seems to work. Both of their faces calm down.
It's then that he hears footsteps coming from the back. He tilts to see who it is—and stops at the sight.
There, in the doorframe, is a woman.
A beautiful woman with a little boy who must be one, or barely two years old. He can see from here that the little boy also has white hair.
"Kids, are you fighting again? Didn't I say to be quiet, that dad is sleeping?" It is the voice mothers use to lightly scold their children.
"Sorry, mommy," both kids say at the same time next to him. "Daddy was already awake," the little girl mumbles.
"Do you want me to bring you a cup of tea, honey?" Honey. She called him honey. "I would appreciate that," he somehow says, hiding the shock in his voice and trying to remain as unbothered as he can be.
He recognizes that beautiful woman. Is it bad that he doesn't mind it at all?
Yellow-green, long, straight hair and the maturity she gives off. She is a mother, after all. He won't say anything about her figure, wouldn't it be rude? But considering she is his wife—god, what is he thinking? Coco is his apprentice, not his wife. Right, that's how it is.
So what if in this delusional dream they have three kids? They are not real. It's because of that magic.
He is now curious what kind of magic could make such a vision. It must be forbidden. Otherwise, how can anyone explain it?
"Mom! Is the pie already baked?" The boy screams; it almost hurts his ear since he is so close. That hair identical to Coco's.
"Not yet!" a voice calls out.
The boy's pouty face is adorable. The boy jumps off the sofa and runs to the kitchen.
Now he is here with the little girl, who somehow managed to go from sitting next to him to sitting on his lap. Right, this one is supposed to be his daughter.
"Daddy! Will you buy me that dress for my birthday?" A dress? He has no idea what dress she is talking about, but he nods.
"Thank you, daddy! You are the best!" Her face mirrors Coco's.
She truly looks like Coco's daughter.
She stands up on his lap and hugs him before jumping off and running somewhere. He is sure he heard something about a pie. Perhaps she's going to see how the pie is, like the boy.
He stares at the room, the house he is in. It isn't the one he is living in now. Not to mention kids calling him daddy. He has never fathered a child. He knows that.
But a future with children isn't bad. It doesn't irritate him to hear kids calling him daddy. He doesn't even mind a beautiful woman calling him honey.
Even if the girl is his apprentice.
He should feel weird about this, but he doesn't.
Perhaps he is just too lonely? It certainly helps to hear the laughter of kids.
"Honey, are you alright?" He hears the soft voice. The face of Coco as a young woman. She looks like someone in her early twenties—god, if the boy, who he assumes is their oldest, is 7, then at what age did he get her pregnant? Or does she just have good skin?
There is this little boy—he assumes he is their youngest. He seems to be asleep.
"Yes, I was just thinking about the old times." He doesn't even know why he said it, but it doesn't seem like he looks that out of it.
Soft, smooth lips land on his for a moment before parting away as he is handed his cup of hot tea. God, he must look like a complete fool. He feels his face warming; he hadn't expected a kiss at all.
"What were you thinking about exactly?" How pretty can a woman look? Sitting there with her legs crossed and a toddler lying on her chest.
"About the time you became my apprentice." If this is some illusion, it should fit with his own past, shouldn't it?
Coco giggles at that. Such a magnificent sound.
She doesn't comment more, but she does rest her head against his shoulder. They look like a true married couple.
"Hm." Coco rubs their son's back.
"Mommy, it's done! It's done!" The sound of their children from the kitchen is loud as day. They must be very excited for the pie. Are they as good as Richeh's? Richeh is the one who knows most about making cake. Teita is usually there also, and Coco sometimes helps.
"Yes, yes. I'm coming." Coco stands up, putting their son on his lap before walking to their children.
Qifrey looks at their youngest son. He sees a copy of himself.
So innocent.
He wonders if he has his eyes or Coco's.
He caresses the hair of the little one, hair as white as snow. The little boy makes a small sound, moving his body left to right, squeezing his eyes shut.
Then they open.
"One golden, one blue," he says out loud. He is amazed at the two differently colored eyes. It reminds him even more of himself. When Qifrey lost his eye and got them back only recently, their little boy was born with different colors.
"Such a special boy."
He can't help but think.
God, is it bad that he is liking this?
He should finish the tea before he completely forgets about it.
It's so calm now.
It's kind of nice.
"Daddy, come on, pie is ready!" Qifrey looks at his little girl, who is joyfully sitting on her chair. He wonders how she got there, as the chair is clearly higher than her, but he remembers how she asked who was the best at flying with shoes.
Their oldest boy is coming with Coco, who puts the pie on the table.
Coco looks at him with that loving face of hers and says:
"Come on, you two, or you won't have any." It's the mother's voice. Coco is a mother, after all—to his children.
He walks with their little son to the table, putting him into a high chair for kids.
Then he sits on the chair in front of Coco's, only the table between them.
"Who wants a slice of pie?" Coco asks in that teasing tone, to which the kids yell, "Yes!"
This is so adorable.
How good it is to be here.
They eat in joyful silence, where only the sounds of bites can be heard.
It takes a little over an hour with all the cleaning they do after.
He certainly didn't expect waiting for his youngest son to poop. Well, he is at the age where toddlers are being potty-trained until they can do it completely alone.
That comes with being a parent.
He doesn't forget to pull their youngest to the sink so he can clean his hands. He doesn't even care how it looks from others' point of view.
His son doesn't seem to mind it, so either he finds it comfortable or he is used to it.
He didn't notice how late it is. How fast time passes is always surprising.
He hears Coco telling the kids that it's time for them to brush their teeth. Qifrey holds his youngest as he grabs the toothbrush that must be his little son's. He pours a bit of toothpaste onto it and brushes his youngest's teeth. He certainly doesn't seem pleased despite the care he receives.
"It upsets you so much to have your teeth brushed?" He wonders what the reason is.
"Cold."
Huh?
"It's cold?"
"Yeah."
Oh.
He truly is his son.
Without having to be knocked out in the water, he hopes. He doesn't want his son—or any of his children—to have the trauma he has.
He just kisses his son on the forehead, not saying anything more. Isn't it time for the little one to go to bed? It must be—he is starting to feel tired too.
He wonders which rooms belong to his kids and which to him—and Coco. God, if they have children, then they probably share a bed.
The first room he opens, he sees Coco with their kids. They're changing clothes. They notice him.
"Goodnight, daddy!" How sweet of them.
"Goodnight," he says back with a genuine smile. Coco also smiles at him.
Now he has to put this little one to bed. He feels him falling asleep on him.
"Tired, aren't you? I am too."
"Mmh." How adorable.
He puts him inside the crib, tucking him in gently as he presses a kiss on his forehead.
His—no, their—son looks like an angel.
God, he has a family.
Sitting on his bed, he wonders when this illusion will end. This seems more like a dream than anything. Otherwise, how can it be so perfect, loving, and adorable?
Coco's loving gaze, their children's happy faces when they see him and each other—it feels great.
Does he want this dream to end? No.
Would he want to see Agott, Richeh, Teita, and Coco? Yes. He wants to see them grow up.
He shouldn't get attached to this illusion that will never happen.
This is seriously bad for his health, but when did he care enough about his mental health? Yeah, the answer wouldn't be pleasing to anyone.
This sure is a cruel dream.
He hasn't defeated the brimmed hats yet, and he is here daydreaming about family—not just playing family, but a real one.
How pathetic is he?
That Iguin is such a bastard. Making a spell of nonsense that lets him feel this family love.
He wants to kill that bastard.
Once he gets his hands on that wicked witch—
"Qifrey." A voice so soothing comes from behind his ear. He feels her arms around him. She already changed into night clothes? How can someone look so cute, yet seductive?
"Yes?" He gulps at the sight of her. He can see her breasts.
"Are you really alright? Perhaps a fever?" She is really worried about him. The silhouette of the Coco he knows appears for a second.
"I'm really feeling alright, darling." Is it right to address her as such? Does it even matter? In this magical world, can't he have a break for once from all responsibilities?
He kisses her.
Then he kisses her again.
Deeper this time, more certain. His hand moves to her waist, pulling her closer, needing to feel her warmth, her presence. She responds without hesitation, her arms wrapping around his neck as she leans into him.
Qifrey pulls her fully into his embrace, guiding her onto his lap. She lets herself fall into him easily, like she belongs there.
Their breaths mix, uneven and warm.
"Qifrey—"
"Coco..."
Her name leaves his lips softer this time, almost like a confession.
He rests his forehead against hers, eyes half-lidded, studying her face as if committing every detail to memory. The curve of her lips, the softness in her eyes, the way she looks at him—not as her master, but as something more.
Something equal.
Something closer.
His fingers tighten slightly against her back, as if afraid she might disappear if he lets go.
Coco smiles gently, her hand brushing against his cheek.
"Qifrey"
He scoops her left breast, putting it into his mouth to suck. He licks her nipple before biting it softly. "Qifrey-!" A moan so soft can be heard in that closed room.
"Coco" A sweet name it is to call out to.
He shifts to her right breast copying what he did to the previous one. It's adorable how Coco is trying to muffle her voice with her hand, like a cat.
His left hand moves lower, brushing against her tights as he pulls her panties down. It's then when he lets go of Coco's breasts. He straightens up to see the view. It's really arousing.
How Coco is hiding her face like a little girl even if they have already kids.
It's only matter of seconds before he licks her downer lips, small gasp escapes from her mouth. He chuckles against her private part. Qifrey sucks her opening throughly as much as he can.
"Qifrey!" He pushes his tongue inside. It's feeling he had never experienced before. He takes his time to inspect the feeling on his tongue. It doesn't take long before something wet and lightly sweet hits his face. The way her thights are trembeling tells him all he needs to know.
"Tastes like honey" he teases her.
"And you salty" Salty? Does she mean his- ah! God, the imagination of his makes him hard.
Coco's feet hungs on his boxers, slowly pulling it down with her foot.
How seductive.
He is hard.
"Qifrey"
Qifrey places his hands on sides of her thights. He lines his length between her tights.
Lining it to her enterance.
"Qifrey!" He is inside.
It's so tight. It grips me like a tight ring. He pushes deeper into her, and how hot, wet and perfect it is. Squeezing every inch of his shaft so magicaly. Her sheathe holding him like he belongs there, inside her.
"So cute" It is more sexy, erotic and perfect how it all feels, how Coco looks at him.
"Qifrey"
He pounds into her over, and over again. He can't stop now, even with feverish tempature that is surprisingly not burning any of them by their fast movements. It's definetly summer.
"Coco" he says that name as a blessing.
"Mm?" Coco's eyes battle at him.
"Say you love me" The sound of their tights hitting, moving the bed.
"Coco, say it" It's a demand more than anything in this dream like world.
"I love you"
"Again"
"Love you!"
His grip must be brusing her by how hard holds her. Qifrey sucks on her neck, making a hickey. Coco's hands hold onto his shoulders.
"Coco, I love you"
With that he releases inside her. The only second he stops before continueing.
"Coco"
"master Qifrey!"
"Master Qifrey!"
Huh..
Where is he?
Coco.
"Master Qifrey, are you alright?" He is lying on the ground with her head in her tights. It's Coco, the one he knows.
"Yes, I am" his head hurts slightly, but that's all.
He lets out a chuckle. That dammed Brimmed cap!