#yandere iguin

[after-witch]

Yandere Iguin imagine

notes: yandere, mentions of manipulation & coercion

Yandere Iguin who wants you to join the brimmed caps. They simply can't stop thinking about you. Maybe it starts with seeing some potential in you to work with forbidden magic.

You have something that needs fixing, something desperate and awful. But the pointed caps won't help, no matter how much you plead, no matter how much you cry. You go from place to place, in search of a witch who can help you.

Yet they all say the same thing: no.

Doesn't matter that you need help, doesn't matter that it's such a simple thing to fix with magic. The right spell, and your life is fixed, your problems are gone, your sorrows unburdened.

Still, they say no.

Pointed caps don't care about things like that. Rigid rules are rigid rules are rigid rules.

The next witch you find has a different sort of hat. You, naive thing--the pointed caps want you naive--don't know the difference.

But that just makes it easier to offer assistance, doesn't it? To tell you that the other witches are holding back, that you can be helped, and it is oh-so-simple.

That makes you smile. It makes you cry. Iguin is no stranger to tears, even happy ones, ones shed out of the desperate sort of happiness that comes with someone finally offering a solution.

And... well.

That smile makes it harder to deny the feelings stirred up inside them, as they watched you go from place to place.

Iguin wants more of you than to join their ranks or be used as ammunition against the brimmed caps and their repression.

They find that they want you, by their side. To have? To teach? Both, in the same measure. That's the right of any true witch.

Maybe they get the itch to guide your hand into an ink pot, to help you learn how to trace the spells that will change the world. Your world and the greater world besides.

And if you say no... well. There are plenty of spells they could draw upon your person that would make it difficult for you to get away. In time, even the strongest rocks can be worn down.

But, if you please, things would be much more pleasant if you'd simply let them guide you without any fuss.

Won't you pick up a pen and join them?

[thesilverwoodpubes]

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.

"I would rather die than wear such junk. "

"Then till death do us part, my dear. "