Morning came in gentle sunlight, until you woke up by someone movement, it was your lover Qifrey. His soft white hair still a little tussle from the bed. “Good morning” his quiet voice was like a soft cloud against quiet morning. You responded back smiling at him.
Quiet morning with Qifrey was like a dream, everything about him was like a dream. You have been friends for so many years, you harbor feeling for him since that day you meet through someone and now you are both a couple. Yes it was a dream come true, you love Qifrey and he too love you back.
The atelier is quiet , like something is missing, just like always. There are many rooms you hope to fill with maybe apprentices, were are they?. Yes you get a little lonely at the moment but with Qifrey by your side everything is ok.
You both sit at the table cup of tea and coffee in hand, when did he like coffee? Maybe he needed a little bit of a wake up? And the tea taste a little bitter on your tongue, didn’t you prefer sweet over bitter?
“is something wrong love?” Qifrey eye fill with worry, at the way he was looking at you, you decided to shake those feeling to the back of your mind “no everything is ok” you said still tasting the bitterness on your tongue.
“Ah I forgot to add sugar on your tea, you love sweet things don’t you?” So he does remember, but you didn’t want to burden him just because the tea taste bitter today “no, no it fine I’ll deal with it”
“of course, you always do” Qifrey smile at you but something about his smile was a little weird. Is it you or what but this days Qifrey been acting a little weird? No matter maybe it just your mind playing tricks on you.
“Dear, I have to go out today” Qifrey broke the news, at his words your eyebrows furrow “again? But didn’t you went out yesterday?” yesterday he went out and the day before, and the day before before…
At your sour face Qifrey stand up at walk to your side, bringing his arms to wrap around you in a loving hug witch you reciprocate as much as you can when you are still sitting “ I know but this is really important, I promise to come back as quick as I can” his voice was like honey trapping you with it sweetness.
“hmmm ok, but promise to come back before dinner” you then kiss the corner of his mouth, loving the small red blush decorating his cheek.
How weird has his right eye have always been that pale?
…
Somewhere a man is hunch over a table filled with scatter papers and a map filled with circles and exes. Some of the paper have splashes of water like they were tears of the man.
“(Name) where are you? Please be ok”
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Dammit it so difficult to write for something that I have no info on...
In which someone considered an unknowing is constantly blessed with the company of a witch, though she seems to forget just how many times they've met before.
Reader is ── Female | Non-witch
Story is ── Romantic | Oneshot | 1.6k words
Warnings ── Devotion leaning into obsession | Reader actively has her memory adjusted
Song ── CHIHIRO by Billie Eilish
Wind rattled the pane of the window in its socket, adding to the static racket of rain as it hit the metal roof.
Living in the hills outside of the town was nice when the weather was forgiving, but with no city walls to protect you from the torrential downpour, your home was forced to take the brunt of nature's rage.
You were lucky that you loved storms. Anyone else might have been afraid the house would blow away, but you were too busy thinking about what good the rain would do for your garden. Oh! And the rain barrels would be full, which meant you wouldn't have to go to the river for at least a quarter moon!
Striking the match along the abrasive strip, you quickly used it to light a candle and tossed the rest of the match into the hearth. The flame exploded into a flurry of sparks the moment it met the bundle of wool and wood shavings serving as kindle between the logs.
There was an additional serenity that came with storms. No one expected you to leave your home in this weather. You could stay in and take a moment to yourself.
Knock knock.
The sound of thunder rumbled through your bones, the sound expected after the bright flash of light filled the living room. It was so loud you were almost certain it could have been roaring right at your—
Knock! Knock!
This time you were certain of it, turning to the door, which was fighting against the wind and its locks.
Someone was outside? In all this rain?
Pulling the quilt from your lap, you were quick to push off of the couch, rushing to the door. If someone had come from town, then it must have been an emergency, or someone had gotten lost, and your home was the only shelter for kilometers.
The moment you unlocked the door, it swung open, forced by the wind, which hit hard enough to steal your breath.
The rain was practically sidewise, hitting your skin through the door.
No one was there.
Wasting no more time in an attempt to prevent your house from earning itself a puddle, you pushed the door back using your entire body weight until the lock slid back into its holster.
"That was rather pointless…" Your voice trailed off, looking down at your—now soaked—legs.
"I wouldn't say so." A voice from behind you pulled a scream from your throat, immediately turning to press you back against the door.
Someone stood not a meter away from you. A brimmed hat on their head and tasseled eye hiding their visage. The feathered cape hanging off their shoulders was ever strange, though the fact that they were perfectly dry was stranger.
"Who are…How did…" Something in your head felt heavy, and your heart was beating so fast you were certain it couldn't be healthy. "Iguin? You're home already?"
Behind the tassels, a smile grew, their arms opening to accept you into a hug. All the heavy fabric they wore was like a comforting blanket you just wanted to sink into. They were warm, too. So warm you didn't notice your wet clothes were suddenly dry.
"It's hard to stay away for long." Their head cocked to the side, letting your hand smooth along their jaw to cup their face.
"Had I known you'd be back, I would have made dinner or tidied up at the very least." Letting go of you once you started to part from the embrace, they watched as you opened the kitchen cabinets, searching through what you had available.
"No need to worry about such things, my darling. I stopped to eat right before I arrived." Right as you were about to point, they reached into their cape. "And of course I brought you something, too."
Unwrapping the parchment paper in their hands revealed a powdered-sugar-dusted pastry, which rapidly caught your attention.
The way you practically bounced back towards them was a treat in and of itself. Your eagerness in something as simple as baked flour and yeast comes from a kind of innocence the witch lacked. Something they wanted to just bottle up and keep all to themself.
Though, one could argue they were already doing that.
"Can we have it now?"
"There is no 'we.'" Iguin set the wrapped pastry into your hands, closing your fingers around it and sealing it with a kiss on the back of your hand. The fabric tassels tickled your knuckles, leaving your cheeks rosy.
"Please, Iguin! I shouldn't have this all to myself. Pastries are a delicacy." Your hesitance to accept the gift was shown with how you kept your hands extended, not yet accepting the treat as your own.
"It is truly the least I could do. You earned it for being so patient, didn't you?" This time they turned away, pulling the cape from their shoulders as they neared the couch by the fireplace.
Watching them shrug off all that fabric truly changed their appearance. It was so bulky that it broadened their shoulders and gave them a far more intimidating appearance than they needed. After all, your Iguin was nothing short of a sweetheart.
"I suppose...Thank you." Bringing the sweet along with you, you found your spot on the sofa, shuffling until you were comfortable on the cushions. Their weight on the other side made everything sit perfectly.
"Ouph." The air escaped you when they blanketed their cape over you, nearly drowning you in the feathers along the neckline. You laughed between blowing the feathers away from your mouth. "I might boil between this and the fireplace."
"I sure hope not. Whatever would I do then?" You could hear the smile in their words, prompting you to kick a foot at them. They caught your ankle before you made any contact, to which you begrudgingly pulled your leg back with a huff.
Underneath, you were able to grade your hands along the inner lining of the cape, feeling the ribs and ripples of corduroy.
It smelled like them. Old books, crisp air, and metallic ink. It was heavy, so heavy you weren't sure why they chose to wear it all the time. It seemed like more of a pain than anything.
"I can barely move, you know." You slowly hid your face in the folds of fabric, muffling the end of your sentence. In some way you were trying to prove that your words were only playful.
"Perhaps I put it there so you couldn't escape, hm?" Iguin chuckled as they lifted a book from the side table, flipping back to where they'd left off.
You remained silent for a moment, watching them with a gaze of fondness.
"I wouldn't run from you, Iguin."
The witch paused their reading.
"Is that so?" Though they tried to play off the effect of your words, it took them a noticeable moment to get back to reading.
That heft of the cape had become a comfort. Like layers of fabric holding you down to your bed, begging you to stay in their hold and drift off to sleep. The rain had become background noise, mixing with the crackle and pop of the fireplace. Your partner was by your side, a book already propped open in one hand while their other rested in reach of you.
It wasn't worth fighting back the weight of your eyelids, which lowered with the slipping of your consciousness. You were fast asleep in no time, curled up below the cape with the parchment-wrapped pastry still cocooned in your hands.
The book closed with the tensing of their fingers, placed on the side table so they could lean over your resting form.
"Pulchritudinous. Beyond compare." Iguin hummed, their voice lower than a whisper in fear of waking their beloved.
Seeing you bundled under their clothing was such an endearing sight. While they hadn't planned on staying here long, it felt too cruel to take the comfort away from you now.
It was only when the fire began to die out and darkness sunk into the room that they finally took the chance to move you. Not in any way detectable; you were on the couch one moment and on your bed the next. Their cape was replaced with two of the larger quilts available, and your treat was left on the coffee table for tomorrow.
Iguin remained a moment longer, floating over your chest, listening to your light breathing and occasional shuffling.
Leaving paradise with you meant going back to their busy schedule on the peninsula. Back to the real world, where plans were quickly unfolding and they could only keep time waiting so long.
One last kiss, pressed to your temple, and they were gone in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Their thumb pressed the cork back into the top of the globe, re-inscribing the seal that protected it from breaking.
Inside was your cabin, miniature and protected, the fake rain having settled since they'd kept the globe still for so long during their visit. You were safe in there, where no one could find or save you.
Iguin gave the orb a gentle shake, stirring up the crystals that form the rain, restarting the cycle of rain befalling your home. You'd have no reason to leave so long as the storm raged.
"Sleep well, lover." They kissed the side of the globe as one last sign of admiration and slipped it back into the corduroy-lined pocket of their cape.
Author's Note ── No one asked for this but I wanted it, so...yknow. It is so hard writing for a character that I both adore and know so little about. I really hope we see more Iguin in the manga.
I did not convey my idea well,,,but basically Reader has a seal hidden on her that makes her forget Iguin when she isnt percieving them in some way. And they keeps her in a snow rainglobe that always remains on their person. A globe with a neverending storm on loop so she never thinks to leave. Yehaw.
Hi!! Something just struck me and I decided to try and get back into fanfiction. Why not? It's a bit of a weird start, but I really like brimhats and I just felt like it, no excuse. English isn't my first language, so I'm trying to use a translator. I hope it doesn't end there. Enjoy reading!!
Warning (maybe??) there is no context, pain(??) Idk
Word count: 675
Deep in the forest, where no beast would venture, stood a small hut.
You sit before a large mirror in a dimly lit room. At your feet lie numerous books with various images, vials of ink, and a dying candle. Somewhere in the darkness of the room, a shirt, cape, brimmed hat, and shoes are lost. A brush is in your hand, and your entire upper body is already covered in a multitude of patterns. You ignore your surroundings, concentrating on the design on your hand. Having completed the last element and closed the circle, the sign glowed faintly and vanished, as if nothing had happened. "The spell was successful." it echoed in the warmth beneath your skin and a slight tingling sensation at the tattoo site.
You look up at the mirror and only now notice the figure in the hat and mask behind you. "Interesting, invisible tattoo ink can be dangerous for a young mind," Iguin drawls, emerging from the darkness of the room closer to the candle. "What do you need?" you ask, not taking your eyes off the figure behind you. "I can help," Iguin sits behind you, placing an open palm on your bare back. His hands are hot against your skin, making you shudder. "I can do it myself," the brimmed hat witch clearly ignores your answer, taking the brush from your hands and dipping it into the inkwell. This time, it's the most ordinary spell ink. He says nothing, asks nothing. He only hums softly as he draws on your back. His other hand rests on your shoulder for reassurance, but this brings more tension. You stare at him through the mirror. Behind the mask, his eyes are invisible, only a slight smile on his lips.
Some time passes. You try to understand what he's drawing on your back, but you can't quite make out the patterns. This man was always clever, you'd learned that in your short time among the brimmed hat group. The last thing you notice is the circle completing his design. As soon as Iguin completes it, a wave of goosebumps runs through your body, followed by a stabbing pain across the entire design, forcing you to arch your back and open your mouth in a silent scream. Cold sweat breaks out all over your skin, and your body refuses to listen. Your bones twist and ache, making it impossible to bend a finger. The brimmedhat's hot hands rest on your eyes, pulling your head to his shoulder, and the other on your collarbone, soothingly stroking and holding. You can't see anything, only hear his whisper in your ear, but you can't make out a word. With one hand, you cling to his pant leg, and with the other to the arm blocking your view, either pushing him away or slamming into place. Your legs bend involuntarily, and your back burns. Any words or moans of pain become a lump in your throat, allowing you to breathe heavily.
You don't know how much time passes, but it feels like an eternity. The pain slowly subsides, your body gradually relaxes, leaving behind uncontrollable trembling and a faint tingling. You breathe heavily, swallowing saliva. "That's it, it's over," Ivgin's hot breath fanned your ear behind you. "What— what did you do to me?" you asked with the last of your strength, trying to push the hand away from your face. Iguin gave in, and your vision returned. You looked in the mirror at the hatter, still holding you in place against his chest. "You'll find out soon enough," Iguin drawled, breaking into a dangerous smile and disappearing into the smoke, as if no one had ever been there.
Lacking support, you fell backward onto your back. Your body is still shaking, preventing you from even holding yourself up with your arms to sit up. You stare at the ceiling, breathing heavily. "What have I done?" you say to the empty room, and the candle finally goes out, plunging the hut into the pitch darkness of night.
Small drabble for Dulcinea! Reader, read it on Quotev. Yan! Iguin x reader
"Do you like it? " Iguin questioned, tilting their whole body dramatically to express confusion or even curiosity. You could only stare at the ring given, the jewel had a... Sharp dagger, as if to Pierce the ring finger when worn so the wearer doesn't or in this case, never, take it off.
The colour isn't even your favourite colour, a disgusting naval blue that contrasted the colour of your silk clothes. ".. It's ugly. "
"Hoho! — ever the so judgemental... " Iguin laughed, finding your annoyance palpable. They could only twirl around you, their feet never exactly touching the ground. "For someone so noble, you sure are ignorant to the feelings of people around you. " they admitted, jabbing a sharp insult to your way.
"Shut your insolent mouth, I do not need an opinion from a mad man. " —scowl, almost crushing the ring in the process.
"I'm only telling truths! —"
"Liar."
"Am I not! "
"Yes you are. "
"Am not! —"
You could only grumble in dissatisfaction, walking away from the witch that caused you so much trouble but also the witch that helped your dear kindred. Could you overlook their misdeeds? Perhaps but with every day having to deal with their eccentricities, it's slowly chipping away at your patience.
Despite that, iguin followed you from behind. Silence.
".. Are you going to wear it? "
"... "
"Are you? "
"It'll stab through my finger and leave it purple. " you finally answered with an exasperated tone, too fed up with their insistent whining— what you like to put it— to your ear. Clutching the umbrella tightly to your side. "What is so important about it? " you questioned, turning around expecting them at least a few feet behind but.
The lidless eye completely in front of you, you could feel small intakes of breath.
"You're a bloodfiend, it'll heal without leaving a wound. So why so worried? "
"..It'll ruin my skin—"
"I'm not stupid. Answer me correctly this time, why? " their tone isn't playful banter, that usual tone when teasing a friend or the a fool entertaining a King's idea.
"... I don't like the relationship you're insinuating. I'm not dumb, this ring. " you pulled it up to their face. "You want me to be forever yours, right? " you stared at the witch, the sheer audacity to even implicate— even, suggest such relationship— is absurd!
"Why not? Aren't I and him the sam—"
"Don't bring Qifrey into this, I don't see him that annoying witch in that lense." You rubbed your temples, dear God how do these people read you so mistakenly?
"Oh good! " they clasped their hand together, happy that you put their unnamed (albeit unnecessary) anxiety to rest. You doubt it's an anxiety. "But still, wear it. " the brimcap grabbed your wrist, their other hand stealing away the ring before putting it onto your ring finger.
"Please apologies, I know you don't like me being harshed on you. " you could see an excited smile underneath that eye mask.
A sudden surge of pain, especially on your ring finger thrust to your hand to almost your whole arm. Leaving an ugly expression of pain.
Iguin pushed the dagger jewel into the hole, the ring soaking up in your blood before the wound brought back the blood into your body.
You quickly took your hand back, staring at the 'permanent' ring on your finger.
"That isn't so hard, was it? " iguin laughed, almost mocking.
Does anyone ever think about a Iguin with a Reader that specialises in healing magic?
A Reader who thinks it's stupid that the Pointed Caps forbid something as helpful as a Spell which could save hundreds of thousands?
Iguin meeting said Reader in a down point of their life , getting them to become part of the brimmed caps with the promise to be able to save many people.
And the Reader obvious to what a two cutting sword of organisation they joined, just thinking about being finally able to help and save those people who are in need of it.
The Reader being a absolute pacifist therefore the only spell they know of that would be able to do any damage would be a reverse spell of their normal Healing magic that sucks the life out of someone instead of healing them.
I mean can you Imagine ....
Never wrote a Idea for a story out before , hopefully this isn't emberassing
I think I’m write qifrey x reader x iguin like the reader was a brim hat and something happend and she forgot her memories so she starts living with qifrey and the girls and iguin sees reader agin and is like why are you there your my gf/wife/partner/crush and the reader slowly rembers stuff but is also starting to fall for qifrey…. Yeah I’m gonna write this
I have an outline for the story im sorry in advance...
IM HALF WAY DONE SORRY IVE HAD ALOT GOING ON AND IVE BEEN DISTRACTED 💔
