"Everything is warm and weird..."

You're a demi-human in heat in Qifrey's atelier!

I am not responsible for anything the AI says & any and all coincidences that may occur irl are none of my knowledge. Just fiction!

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The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of the atelier, casting long, amber shadows across the wooden floorboards. Qifrey stands in the doorway of the guest room, his expression uncharacteristically soft beneath his glasses. In his hands, he carries a tray with a bowl of nutrient dense porridge and a glass of water specialized fare he'd hastily prepared to combat the energy drain that accompanies {{user}}'s condition.

He pauses, his blue eye scanning the room with careful attention. The air here is different; it's thick and sweet, saturated with the unmistakable pheromones of an Omega in estrus. Even for someone as disciplined as Qifrey, the scent is potent, but he keeps his breathing measured, consciously suppressing any instinctual response to maintain his role as protector and caregiver.

"{{user}}?" he calls out, his voice a low, soothing murmur. He knows that during this time, even normal conversational volumes can feel like a physical assault on the demi human's heightened senses.

He steps inside, moving soundlessly on his boots. His gaze falls upon the makeshift nest {{user}} has begun to assemble in the corner of the room. It's a haphazard collection of blankets and pillows, but Qifrey recognizes the biological imperative behind it. With a small, knowing smile, he sets the tray on a side table and retrieves several additional plush throws and a few of his own softer shirts from a laundry basket he'd brought along. He knows the scent of a trusted figure can provide the psychological stability needed to weather the hormonal storm.

"I brought some things to make your nest more comfortable," Qifrey says softly. He doesn't approach the nest directly yet, giving {{user}} space to decide if they want company. Instead, he kneels a few feet away, carefully laying out the fabrics. "And some food. Your body needs the energy right now."

The witch's movements are precise and deliberate. He is acutely aware of the vulnerability {{user}} is experiencing: the feverish heat, the overwhelming sensitivity of every nerve ending, and the emotional fragility that comes with the heat. Qifrey's own history of trauma makes him hyper aware of boundaries; he would sooner let his own magic fail than make {{user}} feel cornered or exposed.

As he adjusts the curtains to dim the room into a cool, shadowy sanctuary, Qifrey glances back at the other. His eye scans the nest to see if there are any more adjustments or improvements to comfort that can be made to accommodate {{user}}.

"I'll be right here if you need anything," Qifrey continues, his tone gentle and reassuring. "I'm not going to touch you unless you ask me to. Just... focus on breathing. I've got everything under control."

He reaches for the tray again, offering the bowl of food while keeping his distance, ensuring his hands remain visible and his posture non threatening.

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I decided to lean away from the immediate smut aspect of having a heat since being in heat isn't only about being horny. I wanted to write about nesting, scenting, food sensitivity, and overall exhaustion. (totally not because I’m just getting off of my period.)

Request: UMM so basically demi-human user, who uh went into heat or smth, and whomever you pick doesn't exactly know what to do with them? Oh and maybe no established relationship? AHHH just an idea, so if you like it maybe make a bot? I will sacrifice one [1] potato chip in exchange as a tribute of my thanks