ENJIN WITH THE WATCHMAN SERIE? EVERYONE AND THEIR MOM KNOW ENJIN HAS A CONNECTION SINCE CHAP 165 WITH RUDO'S FATHER!
But with greatniss comes loss ik we will lose enijn after this fight. There are signs: 2 chapters dedicated to him and rudo's father telling him NOT to use the watch, but he still did😭.
I HOPEEE that he will survive but i fear
look at how handsome he is also see how he reflecting from the car-window? not only is it drawn so well but i think it means that he is letting his true self out.
★ SYNOPSIS: Tamsy never thought he'd find himself getting jealous over where you place your attention. But here he is, considering how it might be best to kill August and his body.
★ W.C. = 2,923
★ PAIRINGS: Tamsy Caines x Reader
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (you're here), Part 4
Bitter Feelings
MAJOR Spoilers for Chapter 92 of the Manga
Tamsy realizes he never understood just how loose your definition of pretty could be. He watches as you go back and forth with August, a spark of pure innocent delight, something you've in yet to show him, in your eyes,
You're completely enamored with the designer. Your entire body faces him, both your shoulders and feet pointing towards August when as he moves about. You maintain eye contact, never once shying or flinching when the man inevitably gets too loud or too close, and you stay actively involved in conversation with him despite not understanding all the things he prattle on about.
August has hypnotized you has you to the point that you've blown Tamsy off three times already for interrupting your conversation.
Three times.
The first time, you slowly weeded Tamsy out of your conversation. The second, you brushed him off. The third time, you just full on ignored him!
Now, Tamsy stands to the side like some dog left out in the rain, shoulders much stiff than they would be for some reason he refuses to acknowledge.
He's so caught up in ignoring the obvious emotion boiling inside him that he barely registers when Enjin enters the room.
It only takes a second for Enjin to get a feel of the situation. The taller man slides in beside Tamsy, resting on arm on Tamsy's shoulder with a teasing grin stretched across his face.
"Trouble in paradise?"
"I haven't a clue to what you could mean, Enjin." His voice is perfect, the tone regular, soft, without any roughness to portray his true feelings. Still, Tamsy can't help the small irritated twitch in the corner of his mouth.
He's irritated. Annoyed would be the better word. Your change in behavior bothers him, but he doesn't want to dwell on why it does or why he refuses to leave the room, leave you and August alone.
Enjin doesn't care for this though. He knows exactly why Tamsy of bothered and he isn't afraid to say it.
"Hey! You don't have to lie to me buddy. I get it." Enjin throws his hands up in a show of comradery. "You and August are pretty similar. "
"Again, I don't know what you're talking about."
Oh, but he does.
You've got a type. Tamsy learned about it from Semiu when the two of your announced your so called relationship to her.
She didn't seem all that surprised, puffing air through her nose as she looked you straight in the eye. "You sure do like 'em pretty." is what she said. "He checks all the marks."
"What marks?" He had asked, a singular brow raised and Semiu was all too happy to answer despite your plea for her to do the opposite.
Tamsy mentally goes over the list as he stares August down.
Long hair?
Check. But his is longer, definitely better cared for, and you love the two tone color of it.
During the times he actually spends his days off with you, you ask to play with the velvety strands, eyes delighted to see how the two colors mix in the braids he let's you do some times.
Lean build?
Check. Though, Tamsy is much leaner. He's got less muscle and shorter in height, but that didn't stop him from pinning you against the wall of an alleyway, now did it?
A nice face?
Meh, Tamsy guesses August has an alright face.
The younger man never really takes off his goggles, and even if he did, he'd be of no competition. To you, Tamsy doesn't just have a nice face, you think he has the perfect face. Your words, not his.
Lovingly long lashes, just the right amount of bottom lip, a labret that he toys with to drive you crazy, scars that break the symmetry of his face, contrasting the soft round-ness of his overall features in both its jagged shape and differing color; Yeah... there's no way August is winning that battle.
But Tamsy of all people knows your judgement of a person, how pretty they are, doesn't stop with just their appearance. You consider personality too.
And August is his total opposite.
The twenty year old wears his heart on his sleeves and refuses to hide anything whilst Tamsy is completely opposite in his two- faced persona.
Maybe that will pull you over to August.
"Sure you don't." Enjin barely holds back a laugh, letting out a few sputters in Tamsy's face.
Yeah, he doesn't believe him. Not one bit.
Enjin pats his shoulder.
"Just remember who's dating who, big guy."
"Who's dating who... " The thought lingers in his head as Tamsy takes a glance out the nearby window.
It's gotten late. Too late for you to go back home on your own and he sure as hell isn't losing any beauty sleep over taking you back himself.
Tamsy smiles.
What a perfect excuse.
"Ah, it looks like time has slipped by us." He leaves his perch by the wall to walk over to you and August, hands held behind his back, hidden beneath his sleeves so no one can see the tension in them, how eager he is to pry you away from the designer.
August peeks over at the window and drops his jaw.
"Damn! It's dark as hell outside!" He full on yells.
You don't seem as bothered by the sight though, only frowning slightly as you watch at the last bits of the fading sun disappear over the horizon.
"Ah, that's no good." You pout. "Arkha will get mad at me if I left now."
"Just the Boss?" Enjin quirks a brow. The second half left unsaid.
"Semiu too, but he's the worrywart! The last time I left late, he pinched my ear until it was warm... "
"Last time?"
"It was awhile ago." You hum, head tilting side to side as you think back on the memory, feet guiding you to the window. "Arkha was showing me a book and we lost track of time. I ended up having to borrow one of his shirts to sleep in."
"Did you now?" There's something dangerous in his voice Tamsy doesn't care to hide. But you pretend you don't hear it. You have to, because there's no way you off all people don't pick up on the threat on his tongue as the person who can see through his facade of niceties.
"It was really comfy! I should ask him if I can borrow one again tonight- "
"You can borrow one of my shirts." Tamsy doesn't let you finish. He puts his hands on your shoulders and pulls you from the window, pushing you towards the door out into the hallway. "Since you'll be staying in my room anyway."
He didn't ask. It's been decided and it's clear he won't argue about it. And, you make no move to do so.
The only thing you do is give Enjin and... Auggie, as you've been so quick to call him, a wave and a short goodbye before you're shoved into the hallway.
The journey to his room is silent. The only sound is your shared footsteps against the floor and eventually the click of the lock on his door as he closes it behind you.
Trapped.
He's got you trapped.
Tamsy waits a bit before speaking, watching as you explore his room for the first time with the same newfound glee you had on your face when you started talking to August.
You take your time in his space, poking around with curiosity at all his things.
Despite being "together" you've never been in his room. There's no reason for you to have been in here before now. It's not like the two of you are in an actual relationship, nothing in the physical or romantic sense.
A partnership. He uses you as an excuse to go out and you enjoy his two faced nature.
You're a pawn to be used in his plans, and you're more than happy to be that. It's strange to him, weird that you don't mind being used.
It's not as if you don't know what he does. You're the one who confronted him with the fact that he went up to the sphere and murdered Rudo's father.
You're trapped in a room with a known murderer, and all you're doing is pick around his room like a child having a sleep over for the first time. Unguarded. Unafraid even when he crowds you against his dresser; for some reason, it's driving him up a wall.
"What was that?" His voice is gruff, almost mean.
And once again, you pretend you can't hear the negative tone in it.
"What was what?"
"Don't play dumb with me." In less than a few seconds, Tamsy makes his way across the room to you. He's got you pinned against the dresser, hands bracketing your hips on either side.
It's a little awkward for you. The dresser is slightly taller than your hips, so you have to arch your back to accommodate for Tamsy's body as he leans over you, the hard edge of the wood digging uncomfortably into your back, but Tamsy doesn't care and he has a sneaking suspicion you don't either.
After all, you enjoyed when he had you up against that brick wall in the alleyway. Compared to that, this must be like a fluffed mattress.
"You're awfully close, Mr.Caines." You bring a hand up to coyly cover the delighted smile gracing your lips. "I'm getting nervous."
He scoffs.
"Excited more like it."
"Can you blame me? My favorite Cleaner swept me away to have me all to himself." Tamsy doesn't move when you play with the hair that's fallen over his shoulder. He just looks you in the eye, his own still narrowed in anger.
Your favorite Cleaner? Hah! Like he'd believe that after your little performance. Brushing him off and flat out ignoring him in favor of that loud mouth and annoying designer.
Tamsy isn't stupid. He knows you're doing this on purpose. Playing him against August as if he were your pawn and not the other way around. It's infuriating, but he can't stop himself from playing right into your hand.
"Prove it."
"More than I already have?" You muse, giggling in his face. "Isn't it enough that I keep your secrets?"
It is. Actually, it's more than enough. You've had plenty of opportunity to sell him out to the boss and Semiu. Choosing him over the people who you've called family, what is that if not clear favoritism?
But, wait...
"Secrets." Tamsy snatches your jaw in a bruising grip and he watches as your smile turns into a full on grin. "You said secrets."
You should only know one secret; the fact that he killed Rudo's adoptive father. Sure, you could also be referring to the fact that Tamsy knows how to get up to the sphere, but the grin on your face tells him otherwise.
"Did I?" You tease, knowing you did exactly that. "Maybe you heard wrong?"
"What else do you know?"
"Ah, you're too much to look at when you're angry... " You curl in on yourself, hand leaving his hair to trace the curve of his jaw as you lean in towards his face.
He can see it in your eyes, how they dart over his face with a religious fervor, over his every feature like each one was something to be worshipped, what you really think about how he looks right now.
You start with your favorite, the scar that stretches down his right side, thumb ghosting the edge of the old burned flesh, careful to not actually touch the healed wound.
Then, you slowly move back up his face. The labret that sits just below his bottom lip, the curve of his frown, the roundness of the tip of his nose, the length of his lashes, and then finally his eyes.
Too much? Yeah right. You look half drunk, a slight flush to your face, eyes creased from the elated grin that's still pulling at your mouth, teeth peeking out to bite your bottom lip.
You're giddy, happy at the sight in front of you, barely able to hold yourself back from squealing like a pig.
"Answer my question instead of acting like a school girl with a crush."
"Aw... " Your lip juts out in a pout. "You're not gonna let me enjoy this? It's rare to see you wear your actual face, ya'know?"
"..." Tamsy just stares at you, unmoving, not blinking. You only lasts ten seconds under that look, sighing as you pull yourself away from him.
"Fine fine." You roll your eyes, obviously a little miffed but Tamsy pays your attitude no mind. "I know about a little book you've got stashed away."
The watchman book, his ability to travel between the ground and the sphere, the blood of Regto staining his hands. Each secret more damning than the last.
He's sure you know more than you're letting on. You play the part of the fool well, acting ditsy and somewhat absent-minded, completely harmless to even a fly. Semiu regularly has Eishia check you for bruising or miasma poisoning, and Corvus will examine you himself.
Pulling up your sleeves, turning your head, eyes keen on any skin uncovered by cloth each time you visit. The man acts like a worried older brother, but Tamsy has always gotten the feeling that the two know you can handle yourself.
It's his own fault for getting fooled. He should've paid you closer attention, should've thought about just how you were getting those fruits you brought to the Cleaners. He should've put the dots together when Semiu didn't ask how you got hurt, when she didn't scold you for going off into No Man's Land, but she instead told you off for coming back all bruised and scrapped.
You're more than capable. Tamsy's just realizing that now, as stupid as that sounds. He doesn't know the first thing about you, but you know all his dirty little secrets.
Digging his fingers into the skin of your jaw, Tamsy pulls your face back to his, keeping you only a breath's width apart, noses just inches away from touching.
"How long have you known?"
"The right question is to ask how I know." You coo and Tamsy almost grumbles, frustrated that you're once again right.
He should be asking you about your methods. How is it you know he's living a gentle lie. How is it you know he's able to travel between the ground and the sphere. How you know he's the one who killed Rudo's adoptive father.
But he won't. He should. But he won't.
"Would you tell me, if I asked?"
"Hmm, no." He had a feeling that would be your answer. But, he didn't really want it anyway.
Just as much as he uses you, keeps you around as an excuse to leave HQ, Tamsy is also a pawn in your own game.
He should hate that.
He should be disgusted with the fact you're using him for your own perverted enjoyment, toying around with his emotions and making him feel things he shouldn't.
He should hate how he doesn't know everything you do. He should hate how he doesn't have you under his control. He should hate the feeling of your arms wrapping around his neck right now. He should hate how your nails scratch just right at the nape of his neck.
He should kill you. Find a way to dispose of the liability that openly flaunts itself in his face that is you.
But instead, you're making him want things he shouldn't.
You're making him want to pull you in closer. You're making him want to see if your lip gloss is actually cherry flavored. You're making him want to hear how out of breath he can get you, how you'll look with a mixture of your shared spit trailing down your chin.
The way you're looking at him right now, a proud mischief glinting in your eyes, Tamsy knows he's prey caught in your trap.
He should hate it. He should kill you where you stand.
But he won't. And not for the simple reason that he'd get caught or that it'd be a pain in his ass to act heartbroken over your death.
"You're too cute when you're frustrated~ " He feels how your fingers reach up and tug at the hair tie keeping his hair in check, toying with it, giving the man enough time to pull your hand way, but he doesn't.
Tamsy lets you take his hair down and you practically cheer when the length of it flows over the two of you.
"How could you ever think you weren't my favorite? Playing with Auggie might be fun, and he might kinda look like you and all, but you're so much better than him."
Right, that's where this all started. You ignoring him in favor of that shrieking designer.
God, Tamsy wants to rip off his skin remembering how he acted just minutes ago.
"You're making me sound like some jealous teenager." He hisses, placing the blame on you, but you just let out a short whistle.
"I never said the anything about you being jealous."
"-!" Tamsy practically snatches himself off of you, shoving you out of the way of the dresser so he can grab a random shirt out of it and throw it at your face.
"Just shut up and take a shower. You're getting on my nerves... "
ENJIN WITH THE WATCHMAN SERIE? EVERYONE AND THEIR MOM KNOW ENJIN HAS A CONNECTION SINCE CHAP 165 WITH RUDO'S FATHER!
But with greatniss comes loss ik we will lose enijn after this fight. There are signs: 2 chapters dedicated to him and rudo's father telling him NOT to use the watch, but he still did😭.
I HOPEEE that he will survive but i fear
look at how handsome he is also see how he reflecting from the car-window? not only is it drawn so well but i think it means that he is letting his true self out.
summary. you're cute! plus, it's his birthday so even if he gets caught sneaking around your bedroom at night, technically he can get away with it, right?
notes. i said i actually didn't have anything but then its like tamsy caines slammed a hammer directly into my skull and forced me to write this. very strange. also hi @absentrelic was gonna write birthday sez but he doesnt deserve it. u can tune into four eyed for that. wink wink.
warnings. stalking, tamsy caines being tamsy caines, probably ooc.
Tamsy likes to watch you sleep. It’s just a thing he does.
The best part is that you have no idea.
You do complain that your door lock is busted and it slips open as you sleep—a huge invasion of your privacy. None of the Cleaners notice your door is slightly ajar as they don’t fix it if any of them are to walk by.
Nope. Tamsy picks the lock. Every night. Without fail. And he stands at your door and watches you.
Some nights it’s quiet. He drapes over your bed and stares. He doesn’t think too much. He watches as you shift and occasionally hum, stuck in some fantastical dream that doesn’t involve him. Other nights he twirls a small blade within his fingers, and then he thinks.
He’s not usually so hesitant with frivolities. It’s a quick in and out of the blade pressed right into the sweet spot. Silent, barely any discomfort, kind of romantic if you think about it. The idea of your white sheets slowly dampening to a deep red as you gasp in pain.
You would reach out to him instinctively, and wondrously his name would be your dying words.
See?
Romantic.
Not many people think that way, though. And well… it’s hard to just stab a Cleaner and get away with it.
Also there’s another problem he can’t quite manage.
He likes you. Not in the way he likes the others—and that’s not much. He can stomach Delmon for perhaps an hour (and maybe two in a good day) but that soon comes to a close when the man starts hollering in Tamsy’s already ringing ears. He thinks he’ll go deaf within the next two years.
But you’re more pleasant to stick around. It’s possibly because you don’t talk too much. Maybe you’re shy, maybe you just have nothing to say, but he appreciates it. Tamsy has sidled up next to you many times, purposefully shattering your very apparent boundaries to drape over you like a woolen scarf.
You never raise your discomfort with him.
Now he behaves like a weighted blanket. He finds comfort in your presence. Very few times (and admittedly, it’s embarrassing) has he fallen asleep on your shoulder. It’s usually in the quiet of your room after you’d begun to invite him inside to continue a quiet conversation.
So, all that lost time of him being asleep on your bed this evening is made up by him just… staring. It’s fun. It’s better than staring at the ceiling.
You shift to face the wall.
It’s harder now, because your shirt has ridden halfway up your back, and he gets a sickening taste of your spine. He once suggested piercings to which you hesitantly turned down. Ouch.
But your skin framed by silver would look beautiful in the dark. He can imagine it. He could hold you down, pull your tongue and slit a hole through it with a needle. You would cry and it would hurt, but it would be worth it.
He’d like to feel it on him, too.
Tamsy reaches over and presses a single pad of his finger to the middle of your spine. You don’t stir.
This happens. He touches, you don’t react. Same old, same old. He breathes down your neck and you don’t stir. It’s strange. He finds he’d wake up the minute he heard his door creak.
You hum and sigh.
Your skin is soft. Mostly unmarred, too. You’ve got a scar that runs along your back from who knows what. Probably an accident when you were younger. He risked once pressing his tongue to the corner of where it begins. One day he’ll slide his tongue along it, maybe when you’re awake, maybe when you allow it.
Maybe you’ll let him slice new scars across your body. And lick your wounds.
You’re nice enough. You rarely reject things, even if you’re not interested. When you were a new recruit and Enjin tried veering his head too close you only smiled awkwardly until he eventually got the hint. No “I’m not interested” or even a half-baked “I’m seeing someone” to get him to go away.
Tamsy tried once. You were clearly on your way to meet someone for a date so you’d dressed up. Not dramatically. Just a bit more colour, and nicer shoes. He said you looked nice, like a gift. As strange as it was given you were on your way to meet someone for dinner, you’d hesitantly leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
Tamsy did two things after that occurrence. First he’d sauntered back to his room and stared at his reflection blankly for an hour with a dried gloss stain on his face. He elected not to wash his face after a headache-inducing debate. Then, he’d followed you, and the person you were seeing mysteriously never responded to your attempts to reach out after that.
He can tell something is wrong.
It’s sudden, actually, the way the air shifts, like it flexes and bends at random intervals. Tamsy stands quickly and backs away. He’s practised this before: how to leave without a trace. He grabs the blade tight and steps through the door, purposefully leaving it ajar.
He doesn’t exactly move though. He stands outside and waits.
He hears you stir until you sit up. The bed creaks. You switch your lamp on. Like always, you stumble to the bathroom. It’s muffled through the door. You’re quick as you try not to lose the drowsiness.
The problem is when you exit the bathroom you don’t immediately go back to bed as you normally do.
He stands there completely befuddled as he listens through your door. You move around. It sounds like you’re pacing. The lamp remains on. He hears your feet shuffle over the tiles. This isn’t your usual routine.
Tamsy’s eyes dart around the door.
He expects you to close it.
Maybe you don’t notice it.
Maybe he should run and hold it closed with string. You’ll probably just think it’s jammed. You’ll eventually give up too.
Instead, he plays his cards. He’s bored. He’s still awake. He loves to bother you. He peers cautiously through the gap in the door.
Thankfully, you’re facing away. You’re fiddling with something on the nightstand. It looks like a tube of lip balm that you continuously open and close. Free of blood stains, free of scratches and bites and drool that he leaves. Maybe you had a nightmare. Poor thing.
He grins.
And then, he pushes the door open. It’s slow. It creaks.
You look up in alarm, suddenly wide awake. The knife slips up his sleeve. It points inwards towards his wrist.
“You’re still awake,” he comments idly, like he hadn’t realised. Like he hasn’t been standing next to you for an hour now twirling your hair around his finger.
You huff, “you scared me.”
“Sorry.” He’s not.
You adjust your position on your bed, trying to console your racing heart.
He knocks quietly on the side. “Your door was open. I saw the light was on.” He looks sheepish, almost nervous. You think he feels bad for intruding. He doesn’t.
“Yeah…” You’re still recovering. “I think I had a weird dream.”
Tamsy hums.
“Like…” You glance up at him from the floor. “Someone was watching me.”
“Sounds awful.” He leans against your doorframe. He looks exhausted, but it’s strange, like he hasn’t slept a wink. It must be early in the morning. You don’t know the time. It’s still dark out.
You swallow nervously. “You couldn’t sleep either?”
Right. He needs some sort of explanation. “I was going to get cake.” Then, he brandishes the small knife from his sleeve and holds it out.
“You… just walking around with that?”
He hums, amused. “I keep it in my room.” He tilts his head. “You don’t keep cutlery in yours?”
You shrug. “Not really.” You watch the knife closely. “What’s the occasion?”
Tamsy raises an eyebrow.
“The cake.” You sniff once. “Felt like it?”
He shakes his head easily. “Birthday.”
You sit up. “Birthday?”
He nods.
“Whose?”
“Mine.”
“Yours?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” Your eyebrows furrow together.
Tamsy nods again.
“Oh…” You clear your throat. “Happy… birthday.” You glance quickly to the left. “I don’t have anything.”
He grins. “I didn’t expect you to.”
Your brows furrow. “But that sucks. Not getting gifts.”
“Don’t need them,” he reassures. He’ll throw out anything you give him anyway. “Would you like some?”
“Hm?”
“Cake.”
“Oh…”
Sometimes he’s thankful his strings do more than just tie things together. In the other room, the ropes have wrapped deftly beneath a box he bought the other day for the occasion. Just in case you wanted to share.
And eat off the same fork.
Yuck. He pulls his head out of the doorway, both to visibly gag and to retrieve the box that slowly pulls down the hallway.
“It’s chocolate,” he says.
You croak sleepily. You pull your legs up on the bed. That’s a good sign. That means you’re comfortable. Even when he’s holding the knife right out in front of you. Your eyes flit to it every now and again; he’s disappointed. He wants you completely relaxed.
For now, you look docile. That’s good enough.
Tamsy doesn’t grant you the opportunity to respond. Instead, he lets himself in slowly and kicks your door shut behind him. His hair looks yellow in the golden light of your lamp. It’s a nice antique. The shade is made of a red glass and the stem is golden. It bathes the room in orange and pink.
You look warm.
He sits down next to you on your bed.
And then he pulls a fork from his sleeve.
You snort. “Do you have a spoon as well?”
“No.” He sounds dejected. “I also don’t have any plates. Those didn’t fit under my sleeves.”
“You tried?” you ask.
“Of course.” He opens the box carefully. It’s a simple white cardboard with a plastic top to showcase the display. It’s nothing fancy; it’s a mud cake of sorts with slices of strawberries and cream frosting around the edges. He takes the knife—that unbeknownst to you was grazing over spine only moments ago—and slices through a decent portion of chocolate. He pulls it slightly away from the cake.
You expect him to give you a piece.
You don’t expect him to swipe a corner from the slice and hold it up to you.
You stare at it for a moment. Tamsy only stares at you. He blinks like a frog, expectant, patient, passive.
“Shouldn’t you have the first bite of your own cake?” you ask cautiously. Still, you slowly lean forward.
So, he spins the fork and pops the cake in his mouth. His eyes crinkle as he grins. You purse your lips together before you take the fork from him and slice off another portion.
You hold it up to him. You’re also embarrassingly giggling like an idiot. He thinks it’s pathetic, but his smile says differently. It doesn’t help as time progresses and he keeps accepting every bite he inches closer and closer. It’s a test, he tells himself, of your boundaries. How close can he get before you start cowering?
It seems he’s underestimated you.
Not only is he now practically straddling your lap, but every so often he giggles. Like a girl. It’s humiliating. It’s corny. It sucks. It’s genuinely revolting. This is like textbook romance. This is the stuff teenage girls read in their off time and kick their feet.
He’s kicking his feet.
Not only that but after two bites you left the room and returned with a bottle of champagne. He hates the stuff; it burns his tongue and it tastes like shit. But, he drinks from the rim because your lips have touched it. And he gets buzzed. And so do you.
“You need to have more,” you insist lazily. Half the cake has vanished. “‘Cause it’s your birthday.”
Tamsy hums stupidly, “I feel sick.”
“Same.” You end up laughing. “Are you staying?”
He turns his head to look at you. He stares blankly, maybe comprehending what you’re saying. His brain sloshes for words. His nose is buried in your blankets.
“I think you should,” you try lightly. “I’m a bit tipsy.”
“Me too.” He’s dizzy. There’s faded black spots swimming in his vision.
Your nose presses to the side of his face. “‘T’s okay.” You kiss the fat of his cheek lightly. “Thanks for coming.”
He’s too drunk to even acknowledge anything. “Mhm.”
“Happy birthday,” you slur to him.
He’s almost asleep. Maybe he feels safe around you. Maybe he’s faking it so he can pull the knife out of the chocolate and ram it through your sternum. Maybe he can grab your heart while it’s still beating.
That sounds lovely.
For now, he sleeps soundly as he usually does. He thinks he sleeps better in your arms. You don't; mostly because you have a mouthful of his hair in the morning to deal with. Still, you suppose the warmth is nice.
“why are you so jumpy?” you coo, taking a step closer to the rabbit, to which he immediately steps back. his face is a cruel shade of red and it makes your pupils dilate. “cmon, yuuta you know I won’t hurt you.”
he straightens up at this, mouth wobbly. his ears twitch at the lie and he shakes his head. “you are being mean again…”
his foot taps the ground, questioning if he should bolt or not. but he isn’t stupid—yuuta knows that if he was to try to scramble away it would only fuel your fire. still he takes a step back and gulps.
you only smile at him, all teeth, too much teeth. “but yuuta, it’s not fair, you just make it so easy.”
it’s a game between the two of you, a thrill. cat and mouse, although wolf and rabbit may be more accurate. “i really don’t try to.”
“i know, it’s why you are so endearing. such a sweet bunny rabbit. I am so spoiled.”
the honey dripping from your voice causes him to pause and those big dark eyes flicker to the floor. the blush burns his cheeks.
it was a cruel distraction, and he should have smelt it a mile away. but the rabbit was a sucker to praise.
quickly, way too quickly, yuuta comes tumbling to the floor, you on top of him. instincts cause him to thrash immediately, trying hard to escape you. but your hands grab his wrists, pinning them above him, and a low growl sends him still.
when he looks up, he sees those teeth again, much too large compared to his, and then he catches your gaze, lost in feral delight.
“I could just eat you up,” is the last thing you say before your teeth come crashing into his skin, sending bolts of a pleasure pain straight to his groin.
it was your bloody mouth—his blood, and your wicked smile that’s seemed to only be reserved to him that sent made his pants grow tighter, and his mouth let out a moan too high in pitch to mean anything else.
he looks at you with glazed eyes, and you lick at his neck, grinning at the bunny before closing your jaw on his pale skin once again.
⤷ synopsisˎˊ˗ when you first join the cleaners, you always feel watched. no matter where you go, there’s an uneasy feeling that never leaves. you think it’s just nerves from being new.
you don’t know it’s tamsy.
when he finally talks to you, he’s gentle and sweet, nothing like the cruel and sadistic man people fear. to you, he’s kind. he bakes you strawberry cakes, stands close, always seems to know how you feel.
one day, he gives you a teddy bear, smiling like it’s nothing.
you don’t know there’s a camera hidden inside.
what else could possibly happen next?
⤷ may contain ˎˊ˗ no use of y/n, obsessive love, stalker! tamsy, obsessive! tamsy, tamsy being obsessed with you, happy ending?, tamsy such a sweetheart with you, unsettling moments, dark contents, and also UNFINISHED.
⤷ pairing ˎˊ˗ tamsy! caines x fem! reader
⤷ word-countˎˊ˗ 3.1K
when you first join the cleaners, you tell yourself to stay calm. it’s a new place, new faces, new rules. of course it feels strange.
but from the very first day, there’s a tight feeling in your chest that won’t go away.
the halls feel too quiet when you walk through them, and sometimes you swear your footsteps sound like they’re being followed.
at night, it’s worse.
you’re alone in your room, door locked, curtains drawn. everything is normal, yet your body refuses to relax.
the air feels heavy, like someone is standing just out of sight.
you sit on your bed and feel your skin prickle, that slow crawling feeling that tells you someone is watching. you look around, checking corners, the door, the window. nothing is there.
still, the feeling stays.
some nights you wake up suddenly, heart racing, staring at the dark ceiling.
you don’t know why you’re awake, only that your gut is screaming. you listen closely, waiting for a sound, but all you hear is your own breathing.
even then, you can’t shake the sense that eyes are on you, patient and unblinking.
during the day, you try to ignore it. you smile, do your work, tell yourself you’re just anxious. but the feeling follows you everywhere.
in the halls, in the locker rooms, even when you’re alone again.
whatever it is, it’s already watching you.
enjin is the one who shows you around the headquarters. he talks a lot, pointing things out, telling you where not to go and where you’ll be spending most of your time.
you nod and follow him, trying to focus, but that same strange feeling sits heavy in your gut.
as you walk through one of the long halls, you feel it again.
you glance to the side, and for just a second, you see it. a pair of eyes, half-hidden in the shadows, watching you.
they’re sharp, focused, like they already know you. your steps slow without you meaning to, your breath catching in your throat.
you look closer.
the eyes are gone.
there’s nothing there but an empty corner and cold walls. enjin keeps talking like nothing happened, not noticing the way your heart is pounding.
you tell yourself you imagined it. stress. nerves. that has to be it.
you’re standing near the hall, staring at the signs, when a voice speaks behind you.
“you look a little lost.”
you flinch and turn around. a man is standing there, smiling softly.
“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says quickly. “i’m tamsy.”
you nod, still a little tense. “oh… hi. yeah, i’m new.”
“i know,” he says, then laughs lightly. “i mean—welcome. to the cleaners.”
you manage a small smile. “thank you. i’m still trying to remember where everything is.”
tamsy hums. “it can be confusing at first. this place is big.” his voice is calm, warm. “are people treating you okay?”
“yeah,” you say. “it’s just… a lot.”
“that’s normal,” he replies gently. “if you ever need help, you can come to me. anytime.”
you look at him, surprised by how sincere he sounds. “really?”
“of course,” he smiles. “i’m glad you joined. i think you’ll fit in just fine.”
the tight feeling in your chest eases a little.
“thanks, tamsy.”
“anytime,” he says softly, watching you walk away. ever since that day, tamsy never stops watching you.
after he introduces himself, it’s like he’s suddenly everywhere. when you walk through the halls, you feel that same familiar gaze on your back.
when you turn around, no one is there. sometimes you swear you see him at the end of a hallway, leaning against the wall, but when you blink, he’s gone.
during work, he always seems to know where you are. he passes by right when you’re getting tired. he shows up when you’re alone.
“are you okay?” he asks gently, like it’s just a coincidence.
you nod. “yeah… i’m fine.”
“good,” he says with a soft smile. “don’t push yourself too hard.”
you don’t know how he knows you’re tired. you don’t ask.
at night, the feeling gets worse. back in your room, you hug your pillow, heart beating fast.
the walls feel close. watched. you tell yourself it’s nothing. tamsy is kind. tamsy is sweet. he wouldn’t do anything wrong.
some days, he brings you little things. a drink you like. a strawberry cake wrapped neatly.
“i made too much,” he says. “thought of you.” so you thank him, warmth blooming in your chest.
you don’t see the way his eyes soften when you smile.
you don’t know he memorizes your routine.
you don’t know he’s already decided you’re his.
after that, tamsy starts planning.
quietly. carefully.
he watches how you move through the days. what time you wake up. when you look tired. when you sit alone.
he learns the small things about you, the things you don’t even notice yourself. he tells himself it’s just care. just concern.
he starts making excuses to be near you.
he asks to be in the same missions as you. he shows up when you’re struggling, acting like it’s luck.
“looks like you could use help,” he says with a gentle smile.
when you thank him, he feels warm inside.
he times things perfectly. he waits until you’re overwhelmed, until you look lonely, until your shoulders slump just a little. then he steps in. always calm. always kind.
always there when no one else is.
he listens when you talk. remembers everything you say. the next day, he brings up small details, like they mattered enough to stay in his mind. because they did.
but one day, tamsy gives you a gift.
it’s a teddy bear, soft and a little worn, like it’s meant to be held. he hands it to you with a shy smile.
“i thought it might help,” he says gently. “you always look tired.”
you blink, surprised. “for me?”
“yeah,” he nods. “just something to keep you company.”
you hug it without thinking. it’s warm. comforting.
that night, you sleep better with it in your arms. the watching feeling fades, just a little, and you start bringing it everywhere in your room. it feels safe.
after that, tamsy starts knowing things.
“did you sleep okay?” he asks one morning. “you seemed restless last night.”
you pause. “i didn’t tell you that.” he laughs softly. “just a guess.”
then one evening, you’re back in your room, changing clothes, when you hear a faint sound. a soft click. you freeze. your eyes fall on the teddy bear sitting on your bed.
your heart starts pounding.
you pick it up, fingers shaking, and for a moment you swear you see something hidden in its stitching. something small. dark. watching.
the door knocks suddenly.
“hey,” tamsy’s voice comes through, calm as ever. “are you okay?”
you hesitate, then hide the bear behind you and open the door. he looks at you with concern, eyes scanning your face.
“you look pale,” he says softly. “did something scare you?”
you open your mouth… then close it.
“no,” you whisper. “i’m fine.”
his smile returns, gentle and warm. “good,” he says. “i’d hate for you to feel unsafe.”
as he walks away, you look down at the teddy bear in your hands.
The Zodyl and Rudo parallels. Zodyl's character makes me so emotional because he represents who Rudo could've turned out to be if he didn't have people to save him from his rage.
So Gachiakuta 161 really shook things up by confirming a very long standing fan theory that Tamsy was a spherite to begin with, and a very high ranking one at that. This has a lot of implications and I think the confirmation of this is enough to tell us a lot about what's going on with Rudo, Alto, Regto, and Tamsy. But given how scarce we are on information right now my evidence is gonna be kinda lacking so I'm primarily going to be looking at this from a narrative potential standpoint so long as it's backed up by what evidence we have.
So first off, one of the biggest reveals we had in Gachiakuta was surrounding the angel; There were two angels (Tamsy and assumably Regto). I would like to suggest the circular mask in Amo's flashback is Tamsy while the Angel is Regto (and Tamsy stole Regto's outfit to kill him, for like poetic reasons or to hide his identity, or whatever.) Because the main Angel's actions don't match tamsy, and the main angel has all it's fingers (Tamsy is missing a pinkie.)
Right now the assumption surrounding the Border is that to cross it you need a Watchman series item. This is because the people we've seen successfully cross it have all had Watchman series items on them, while the people who don't seem to die almost instantly. It could be a different factor but so far this is the best option we have.
So far our known Border Crossers have been
1. Rudo
2. Tamsy
3. Angel 1 (Regto Probably)
4. Zodyl's artificial guardian series trash beast (Which was created with a piece to gimmick the watchman series.)
Beyond that I feel safe in saying Canis or some other Surebrec crossed from the ground to the sphere at some point; This is because Tamsy knows more about the Watchman series than anyone else so far (excluding Kuro).
I'm doing a lot of establishing here I should probably pull this around to my point.
Alto Surebrec(Rudo's Biological Father, if you've forgotten that's okay he's barely mentioned and has never appeared aside from mentions.) is heavily implied to be the reason Rudo is so damaged. We know Alto killed someone and then was dropped to the ground to be executed. We don't know if he's alive, at the moment the assumption is that he's dead, but he could easily turn out to be alive at some point in the future due to how little we actually know about him.
So, With that established here's my actual theory and the story of it.
HISTORY
Prior to Rudo's birth, or perhaps very soon after it, there were 3 angels. Tamsy, Regto, and Alto. All 3 where born into the spherite's ruling elite class, with Tamsy being the highest ranking. They gained information about the border and Watchman series due to the combination of being elites, Tamsy being (maybe) royalty, and alto be a surebrec (direct descendent of Canis). The three gained access to the Watchman Book and using Tamsy's Jinki they descended to the ground in secret.
The 3 had very different interpretations of what they saw on the ground.
- Tamsy saw a playground, somewhere he could go and have fun without many consequences. Afterall if he fucked up too bad he could just go back to the sphere.
- Regto saw a sobering reminder of what their society was. The entire ground had been reduced to a similar state to the slums, just so the elites could have good lives.
- Alto saw nothing but rage. The people of the ground where being murdered like pests by the garbage the sphere dropped. The world was destroyed for no reason except the pleasure of the spherites.
The three went their separate ways for awhile, perhaps 2 stuck closer together (Regto and Alto?) and eventually met back up after a set amount of time. To cross between the barrier they needed Tamsy AND the Book of course, so it didn't matter if Regto or Alto had the book, just that Tamsy couldn't have it, just to guaranteed they'd all have a way back up without being left behind.
Tamsy of course, HATED this. It was a direct encroachment on his freedom. The ground was now his escape and if he couldn't freely go between the sphere and the ground, he was still just as trapped as he was on the sphere.
Once they returned to the sphere Alto had been radicalized by the experience. The sphere HAD to be destroyed. He began to put his plan into motion and used Rudo as the core of it. He turned Rudo into whatever he is now, leaving him scarred in the process. Regto was sympathetic to Alto's cause but believed his methods were far to messed up. The sphere was bad but it could be reformed, there was no reason to get an innocent child involved. Tamsy, didn't care. But he knew about the plan.
Time passes here as things get moved into place, they go between the ground and sphere a few times more, sometime between now and after Alto's execution, the Watchman Gloves are obtained. They could've been taken from the ground or they could've been on the sphere to begin with.
Alto has begun to get antsy, unsure of if his plan will even work anymore, it's taken years and Rudo while showing signs of change, is hollow now. Unable to contain himself Alto kills an elite. There could've been a dozen reasons for this; Perhaps that elite found out about his plan, perhaps it was someone he'd always hated, perhaps he just got mad, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. After this Alto is thrown off the sphere, and Regto is sent to the slums due to his known friendship with Alto, perhaps he even came to Alto's defense.
Perhaps Tamsy was implicated in this and thats why he's scarred, perhaps the scars are from somewhere else, it's hard to say.
Regto and Tamsy continued their movements between the ground and sphere, with Regto holding the Book, and Tamsy holding the wings. But Tamsy has begun to formulate his own plan using Rudo. Eventually they end up on the ground again, this time, they end up at the tower. Amo and The Man are here. After Tamsy takes the Watchman Boots from The Man, Regto makes Tamsy give them to Amo. This was the tipping point. Tamsy was almost free, and Regto took it away. This was the moment Tamsy made up his mind.
As they returned to the sphere things became set in stone in Tamsy's mind; his new plan. He'd awaken Rudo and kill Regto to do it, getting the Watchman Book and freeing himself from restrain in the process. Then the series goes on as we know it.
yandere!tamsy who kidnaps you far away from everything you’ve ever known. well, it’s not exactly kidnapping, more like moving. you knew sticking close to him was trouble so when things started heating up around his name, you weren’t that surprised. he said it was safer for the two of you to move far. deeper into a sector you don’t know anything about. without telling anyone your whereabouts. he also said it was safer if your name didn’t end up anywhere official. so you stayed home. well, now you’re unemployed!
yandere!tamsy who makes you ditch your old number soon after moving in. it wasn’t exactly sad — quite . . peaceful, actually, living tucked away with your sweet-ish boyfriend. you two fall into a routine oddly quick. he brushes your hair when you’re half asleep, you wash dirt out of his clothes. morning kisses but he’s out of the house by 8:00 am. you clean. scroll on pinterest. bake sometimes. his arrival time is unpredictable. sometimes at 5 with a lazy grin on his face, sometimes with delmon asking for dinner, sometimes even later. and you never quite know which version of him you’ll get today.
yandere!tamsy whose sturdy walls start to feel blurry and see-through sometimes. within those walls you remember your parents. one day you start thinking about them and suddenly you can’t stop. god, they must be worried to death. you wonder if they’re searching their sector. what if they think you’re dead? the pit grows in your mind day by day.
yandere!tamsy catches on quick that something’s wrong. he asks you during dinner. so instead of beating around the bush you tell him. he’s been nothing but good to you, he’ll take this well, you’re sure of it.
“i was thinking about my parents,” you say sheepishly, handing him his food. “do you think they’re worried about me?”
“they’ll be fine . . they’ll manage, love.”
yandere!tamsy replies with a nothing answer. he couldn’t care less about it, you thought. so you drop it. but tamsy doesn’t. actually, he has a plan to fix it. he’s not sure how to get you to stop missing them but he has an idea on how to make them stop worrying.
yandere!tamsy has your knees scraping the rough carpet the next day as he rocks your head back and forth on the handful of hair he had grabbed. all you can feel was his dick repeatedly slamming into your throat. you didn’t even realize when he had pulled his phone out and aimlessly threw it on the couch next to you, getting whatever angle he could. the phone was back in his pocket before his load was fully out.
yandere!tamsy later that night, with you asleep against him, pulls out his phone once again. with a few clicks the video is sent to your mom’s inbox.
well, to his dismay, now they’re even more worried!
this has been in my drafts for some time but I wasn't sure:
We don't know alot about tamsy but I think he could be a 'royal'. He gives off power and not only because he owns the watchman book but also how he holds himself (idk how to explain this). His right pinky is cut off, that is a punishment called: Yubitsume. Yubitsume (指詰め; 'finger shortening') or otoshimae is a Japanese ritual to atone for offenses to another, a way to be punished or to show sincere apology and remorse to another, by means of amputating portions of one's own little finger. In modern times, it is primarily performed by the yakuza, a collection of Japanese criminal organizations.[1] (found on wiki). Maybe he was someone of high status that lost a successtion war? Also princes don't really get much love from their parents so that's why when he does something to rudo he calls it his act of love. Thinking that he is a prince and he lost (the war), he doesn't want rudo to have the same ending as him and that's why he tries to make rudo stronger? Tamsy kidnapped amo and told himself (not sure) that he is preparing rudo for something(??). But what is Tamsy's connetion with rudo? It's defenetly something with the surebreg's name.
Instead of a prince or duke a saint would match better with tamsy. The backround looks like a big temple? Not sure about that but he is wearing a priest-like outfit. At first glance I thought about something from the middle-east. But really looking at it maybe a Sphereite? A holy knight? He already has his scar then. I read somewhere that churches took orphans to raise them as priests.
His outfit looks a bit like a Sphereite fit. He could have been trown to the pit like rudo. What is his crime?
