#epic universal

Ygor x Witch! Reader || first of all, HAPPY MOTHER DAYS TO ALL THE MOTHERS OUT THERE!! and second I am SO sorry on my long ass hiatus, my past months in school has been absolute hell(I get out next week🔥🔥) but my awesome mom took me to epic and I fell in love with dark universe and ygor and i’m so glad there’s a fandom because I low-key needed this. So Ygor lovers, enjoy and let me know if you like it.

Summary: A witch writes in their diary about their encounters with Ygor

Fluff

Warnings: Reader hinted to be a little crazy/obsessive, obsessive/stalker(?) themes, talk of death, mention of severed limbs, grave robbing, mention of spells, ygor is chessy & just spooky themes in general

Remember, this purely is a work of fiction. Please do not harass any performers/workers at universal! Stay respectful and civilized.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR “EPIC, DARK UNIVERSE: MONSTERS UNCHAINED!!!!”

_✍︎︎

Entry I.

Dear Dairy,

I have met a cute boy in the graveyard.

Fall arrived and All Hollows Eve was near, the excitement shook every fiber of my internal being. I felt it in my heart, in my bones, eloping me in this electrifying feeling. It’s was beautiful and refreshing after long months of waiting.

Darkmoor is a town already filled to the brim with Monsters, and soon it’ll be the one night a year where they can spread their mischief to the world under the earth permission. To bring a haunting experiences that will change them forever.

I’ve sent many months conjuring for this change that’ll shall frighted the eyes of commoners and their children, leaving them with beautiful nightmares that’ll will last for all of eternity. I already had all the ingredients for the spell, saved and stored away! All I needed was a heart of gold, a heart that was filled with loyalty and compassion.

When night had fallen, I left in search to find it in the nearby cemetery and that’s when I had found I was looking for: I could have never known my heart would have been ripped out of me first.

That’s when met him, my precious Ygor, standing in there in the candlelight as he broke through the earth’s ground singing to himself an unspeakable melody while he scattered through the grave. He carried his signature orange goggles that covered his eyes from his dirty work. His messy and black tar hair that was identical to a nest. His gloves and apron to shield for any spills. Every part about him was beautiful to me, and now I live in internally grace that the wind carried me to him. 

My dowsing rods, that used to search for the heart of gold pointed directly to him. There was no another direction. No left, nor right. No up, nor down. The only time when they did move is when he did. At first, I didn’t understand. How could he, Doctor Victoria’s assistant have a heart of gold? But in order to learn I had to stared straight, I had to listen. I was hesitating, my mind bouncing with thoughts of denial. But as I continue to stare, I began to observe and as I observed, I began to see it. A vision. A vision painted in gold and life like a daisy. The sight tickled me and baffled my brain, however I allowed let my heart to speak to me, and my heart screamed. Sending a slight ring in my ear and blinding out of my senses. All of my focus was on him. Shapes that built Ygor altered and shifted in my eyes, more bigger and refined. That raspy tone now blossomed into more sweetly, like birds tweeting. Being able to admire his strength as he lifted himself out of the hole he built all by himself.

I remember this tingling welling up in my bones, giving pleasant goosebumps all over my skin, while my heart pounded against my ribcage. It was like that electrifying feeling before but different. Like I was put under a hypnotizing trance. A sell I couldn’t get out from. Recalling it fills me up again with that overwhelming feeling. 

It was there when he caught me staring at him, when I got carried away and a step of a twig announced my presence. He frighten me when I thought I had him fooled. That short stop of heart being so addicting.

“What are you doing watching Ygor?” I remember him saying to me.

I was stunned, frozen into one place as I lack the words to defend myself, not that I wanted to. He was so close, inches apart from my face. I could see the scars the sky’s power that were left on him, his blue eyes that hidden well by his goggles only by afar. They stared into me burning right through.

I spoked to him honestly, sharing a similar boat as him in regards of searching body parts.

“I think I know you..”

My breath hitched at his sentence, way the he lingered and whispered on my skin. My throat itched and I backed up slowly while he creeped closer. I felt a spider crawl up on my back.

“You do?” I gently asked.

“Yes, I do..” Ygor confirmed with a hiss. Circling around me like a vulture.

“You’re that witch!” He pointed with his gloved hand.

“Yes! The Doctor told me all about you.” Ygor laughed and sneered when he saw my reaction, eyebrows raised and eyelids that grew wide.

“Oh, don’t you worry, the Doctor doesn’t need a specimen like you… yet.” He cackled again, a laugh that reached my heart and washed all over me.

I remember him urging me to follow to the grave sight where his wagon and equipment rested. I happily obeyed him, walking slowly and listening closely to the breaking of leaves under my feet, echoing his, like he was pulling me on a string. Ygor opened a coffin to reveal a soul that perished not too long ago. The smell of the dead surrounded us; separate limbs and blood filled the gloomy night. It was so nightmarishly romantic.

“You said you needed a body part, yes? Ygor could help with that.” He offered so graciously to me.

“— and perhaps you can help Ygor in return.” He proposed in a cunning smile, that showed his jagged teeth and yet it filled me with so much warmth. I smiled right back.

“What is your desire?” I asked him. I couldn’t hide the up roaring affections burning me up.

I know he knew exactly what I ment by the tone, what was impossible for me to hide. I saw it in his eyes, for the moon revealed them to me under its glow. It was like something shocked him from inside. It stick into me and turns me into a puddle of mush.

That night, we shook hands upon a deal: I’ll assist him to the grave every night, in return he’ll help fetch the heart I sneak.

Oh, he’ll never know that heart is within him. I don’t have the ill will to tell him nor the strength to cut it open myself. This weight he has cursed me with, unbreakable and grows ever so darker each time I am blessed to see his face, hear his voice or even think of him. Each night, I watch him desperately, while he entertains me with haunting stories that elope my imagination. My dreams are filled with nothing but him and each day, I am graced of that smile. That pulls me in between the break of sanity and insanity. I even count every single hour I am apart from him! My darling Ygor.

I remember his words he spoke on a darkened night. Words that will forever haunted me and engrave into my brain.

“Do you remember what we are out here for? Because I can’t. Anytime Ygor looks at you, my mind goes blink and I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s a little frustrating to me, because you know, I have to focus on my work, but it is not the same without you, and whenever I see your presence, hear your voice Ygor gets excited! Ygor never felt this around any creature except you.”

Oh, I get so giggy whenever I remember of this! So warm and high like I’m in the clouds, and the way he phrased those to me. How vulnerable and open he was, speaking so softly and almost shyly..

My heart, it yearns for him. It craves him. It inches for a life that could never be fulfilled.

That realization shatters me, tears me apart. The overwhelming bittersweet sorrow that could never be changed or evolved.

My lips are cold without his, and my hand tingle to hold his harden ones, to break his tension by their touch as we dance together under the moon. With no creature in sight, just me and him. 

Oh I ment to tell him. Of all of my fantasies, and to speak with my mind and heart that he is so dear to me, to have him know the affect of his words and what they do to me. What he does to me. Yet the sun always drops the last bit of sand we have together and my Ygor had to return back to his Manor, and leave me stranded in agonizing waiting.

“Oh! I have to go, tootles! I love you!”

Was the last thing said. Those three letters. Those letters that order my divine death. I hold my heart tightly to my chest, to prevented from reaching to him, attempting to settle its pounding as bats fly in my stomach making feel dizzy.

I need to see him again, I must. I vow too. I must let him know of this burning flame he lit, that he is my everything. My soul, my darkness, my power, my heart, mine.

All mine.

I must make him all mine, and I know exactly how to do it.

Sincerely,

They did you so dirty bbgorl

Let me do you slightly less dirty