Warnings: Tamys will always be his own warning lol, manipulation, cruel behavior from Tamsy, targeted harassment
Summary: What if Tamsy met someone who masked their emotions just as much as he did?
You remember the first time you actually met Tamsy. Having been in the cleaners for only a week or two at that point you had seen him around. All of the faces seemed to blur together at that point. A never ending sea of people to introduce yourself to and get to know.
You remember the look on his face when he met you. His golden eyes swept over your form as you attempted to get to know him. Truthfully, that day you had been exhausted and didn't really want to talk to anyone at all. However, it was important to form bonds with your new coworkers regardless of how tired you were.
You weren't sure what happened. What he saw in you when he glanced over your polite and well meaning expression. Most people would offer a smile and return the social gesture that you had practiced relentlessly to master.
He didn't offer a smile or small talk. He took one look at you and offered a grimace. His face contorted into one of dissatisfaction, as if you were a mere bug on the floor.
"Oh...That's nice." He offered before quirking his lips up into a half smile. Then, he turned around and left. Walked away without looking back as if the entire idea of talking to you was unnecessary.
You tried not to let it bother you. You had met many rude and unapproachable people in the past. It was easy enough to just pass them by and write them off as rude.
Tamsy, however. Didn't seem to be "rude". In fact, everyone loved him. It was a complete shock to see him interacting with the others. His eyes seemed to hold warmth, especially when interacting with Rudo.
So you kept trying, brushing your encounter off on being preoccupied or exhausted. Perhaps he wasn't as good as hiding how tired he was and didn't want to talk.
Sometimes you wished you could walk away from mindless conversations too. Something always held you back, though. Forever stuck in the confines of social norms and niceties.
Every conversation you attempted to have ended similarly. You'd seek him out with a genuine interest in befriending him, offering him a smile or help with any tasks. Each time, his gaze bore into you, disappointment and disgust staring right back at you. If he was around the fellow cleaners he would find a polite way to excuse himself but if he was alone he'd conjure a sneer.
After a few heart wrenching tries and kicks to your self esteem you gave up. He clearly wasn't interested in being nice to you in any capacity why should you return the favor? It was a nice peace of mind to not worry about what one jerk thought of you. Even if he had the rest of the cleaners wrapped around his filthy finger.
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A pit formed in your stomach as Semiu informed you of your next assignment. The assignment itself was fine..One individual you were assigned to work with, you were less than thrilled about. You grit your teeth, thinking about Tamsy's cold and uncaring eyes that seemed to worm its way into your soul. A deep shaky breath emerged from tightly wound lips.
Whatever. You would do your best to work with him and avoid him. You weren't going to be an asshole to him, just remain cordial and hopefully he'd do the same.
Fat chance of that happening. You felt your mood nosedive the second he noticed you. He narrowed his eyes slightly and his mouth twitched downwards into a vaguely contained sneer. A second later, it was gone replaced by a neutral expression as he called out your name.
"You're joining us today I take it?" He tilted his head, honeyed words flowing so naturally no one else would notice the double meaning behind the sentence. "I don't want you here."
You nodded and mustered a smile. "Yep! I'm happy to help in anyway I can!" you bounced on the heels of your feet, redirecting the anxiety welling up in the pit of your stomach.
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An hour later, you were sick of his shit. Countless times he stole your hits and swept in right as you were about to strike the trash beast. All while shooting you a small smirk and a nod of his head. As if he knew how much you hated him. Like he was daring you to do anything, to make a move.
When he tripped you on the way back to the car, you lost it. Forcing a tight grin you asked Tamsy to speak with you privately. Before he could answer you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a more secluded area.
Whirling around to meet his gaze you began tearing into him. "What is your problem with me? Did I kill your grandma and forget about it? Did I forsake you in a past life or something? I have been nothing, nothing but nice to you and you trip me like we're fucking children? All your petty nonsense is inconsiderate and unprofessional."
Breathing heavily you stepped back, hoping your words knocked some amount of sense into him. A secret part of you was just happy it could tell this asshole off, but you tried your best to brush it aside. You still had to work with this guy, its best to try to stay on good terms.
Tamsy took a second, scanning you up and down with cold, lifeless eyes. His face remained vacant, allowing no cracks of emotion to shine through. You waited with bated breath, waiting for something, anything to happen.
Finally, he spoke.
"You're annoying." He said as casually as if commenting on the weather. "Your face and your whole attitude is cheap. Shallow. Disgusting. You hold others opinions of you in such high regard its laughable. You prodded around like a lost puppy for weeks, begging for any scraps of my approval. It'd be amusing if it wasn't so sad." He pulled his face into mock sympathy before dropping it into a small smile.
"You should just drop dead, really." he tilted his head and chuckled.
Your fist had collided with his face before you could really register the movement. Then before you could really process it further your second fist had socked him in the jaw. You didn't stop there, your foot soared through the air and landed squarely on his chest, toppling him into the dirt where he belonged.
"Everyone thinks so highly of you." You said softly, rubbing your knuckles numbly, your brain finally processing your actions. "You're really just a sick freak, aren't you? You could have just said you didn't like me, you could have just had a conversation with me but you tormented me! You saw how hard I was trying and you kicked me into the dirt time and time again." You began to pace in front of the man sitting on the floor before you, waving your hands wildly. If you think I'm fake then you're a fucking hypocrite. Worse, you're a coward. I had to confront you. Take some personal fucking responsibility and own up to your immaturity!"
By the time you were done speaking you were so worked up you were full on sneering at Tamsy. You were radiating with a fury you'd never allowed yourself to feel, let alone express outwardly. Your breath heaved and your chest felt like it was hammering out of your chest. The adrenaline wore away slowly as Tamsy showed no signs of reacting.
He just sat there, hair clouding his face. The only noticeable thing you could make out was that he appeared to be shaking. Had you gone too far after all? Guilt slowly started squeezing your chest and pooling in your stomach.
Then, he started laughing. At first it was so quiet you could hardly make it out, then it grew into wild, raucous laughter. Slowly, he lifted himself from the ground, holding his chest as it shook with a fully bodied cackle. The laughter died down as he approached you, eyes gleaming with mirth.
You steadied yourself for him to hit you, to fight back all while laughing in your face for how stupid you were for attempting to have a backbone. You expected him to yell, degrade you, and tell your coworkers how pathetic you truly were.
Instead, he reached a hand out and clasped it on your shoulder. He stared deeply into your eyes with an emotion you had never before seen on his face. Warmth, approval, adoration.
"There you are. You were holding that in for some time now, weren't you? I knew a little nudge would help bring out your potential and show me some of your true colors." he paused and glanced upwards in thought "That, or you were really going to kill yourself. Either was acceptable, but I'm glad you chose this outcome. It makes things.." He faltered again and his hand drifted slowly to your hair as he began toying with it. "much more enjoyable."
A catlike grin grew across his face as he studied your horrified reaction. He leaned in slowly, lips brushing against your ear. "I always knew you had it in you, [name]." he whispered playfully "I want to see even more from you, okay? Don't disappoint me." he hummed thoughtfully and pulled away, turning away without a second thought.
You watched numbly as he walked away from you, shaking with unease and terror. At first, Tamsy was a puzzle you couldn't figure out. Now that you had all the pieces, you wanted to throw the damn puzzle away and light it on fire.
You were sure this wasn't the end of it. Dread permeated your form as you numbly headed back to the car, climbing in and sidling right next to the man you had just punched in the face. This time, when he saw you, he smiled. It was genuine and warm, and it made you want to puke.
I see a lot of yandere Gojo as unnecessarily cruel and I can definitely see a sort of sadistic streak with him, but I think it would look slightly different. Take my hand and imagine with me for a second..
Yandere! Satoru who started off treating you like he did everyone else. He was cocky, loud, goofy, and more than a bit intimidating. Slowly, as you prove yourself as someone he can depend on you notice a shift in your interactions.
Yandere! Satoru who's calm and reverent compared to his usual goofy persona. His usual teasing nature takes on a softer tone as he stands uncomfortably close, the blindfold doing nothing to hide the fondness in his ever present gaze.
Yandere! Satoru who's always two steps behind you or conveniently at your favorite restaurant. Playfully insisting he pays for this one, saying he owes you for something small you did weeks ago. Though teasing, you can tell by his tone that it's less an option and more of a given. As if he's already factored your acceptance in his brain long before offering.
Yandere! Satoru who slides into almost every facet of your life if he can help it. He tells you that as the most powerful sorcerer it's his duty to help others. You can never bring yourself to mention that this kindness doesn't seem to extend to anyone else.
Yandere! Satoru who notices your growing discomfort in his presence and feels a weight forming in his chest. In his head you two were playing out a beautiful love story he had spent far too many hours thinking about.
Yandere! Satoru who can't accept your deviation from his imagination. His only escape from the ever present weight on his shoulder and conscience. He inserts himself even further, no longer wearing the guise of platonic concern and putting his romantic intentions on full display.
Yandere! Satoru who sends you expensive gifts and tries to schedule dates every time he sees you. Who refers to you by increasingly sappy nicknames, draping his arms around your shoulders or torso. Tightening his grip if you try to wiggle free or shove him off. Almost like a warning.
Yandere! Satoru who grows impatient by your consistent rejection of what seems as written in stone. Who appears in your house one night when you get home, a full romantic candlelit dinner spread out on your table. Who's breathing a little uneven and grinning through gritted teeth.
Yandere! Satoru who practically forces you into your designated seat, chiding you for playing "hard to get" for "forcing his hand". For playing with his feelings like that. His grip is like iron, only releasing you once he's sure you won't bolt.
Yandere! Satoru who acts like a lovesick fool, blushing and rambling about how long he's wanted to get some "quality time" with you. Who insists on feeding you and taking any opportunity to lay his hands on you, staking some unspoken claim.
Yandere! Satoru who slowly trails a finger down your face, explaining how you really hurt his feelings recently. That he only wanted to make you happy, a sick grin spreading across his face. Who without warning digs his nails into your chin and forces you to look into those wide, inescapable blue eyes.
Yandere! Satoru who gives you two options. One, accept your place as his loving partner and start your happy ever after.. Or two, force his hand even further and find out just how cruel of a guy he can be. You might be spared from his wrath, but loved ones are on the table.
Yandere! Satoru who prefers to keep his hands clean, but has other methods of disposal up his sleeves. Who knows enough about curses to know just how often "accidents" can occur when the top sorcerer is off his game due to a broken heart. Who coos thinly veiled threats in a sickly sweet tone, tightening his grip until you're sure bruises will form.
Yandere! Satoru who's overjoyed at your very smart decision. Loosening his grip on your chin to sweep you into a heated kiss. Who's clearly a little inexperienced but eager to play out all his fantasies with the love of his life. Who's so excited to explore what it means to finally have love in his life, that he ignores the tears streaming down your cheeks.
Warnings: Secco is mean to your dog (no violence towards the dog though. I'm not Araki), Kidnapping, Stalking, Forced kink, Forced kissing
Summary: Basically if Secco survived and found himself a newer, less willing dom
Secco never considered himself the sentimental type. He lived his life chasing whatever interested him at that moment until it no longer served him. Cioccolata was no exception. He didn't particularly care for the sadistic doctor, but adored the attention he got from him.
It was addicting. Letting his base urges take over and being able to turn off his brain. Having someone stare up at him with adoring eyes when he did a good enough job. Though he enjoyed the punishments to some extent too. Cioccolata knew when to be rough with him but also when to stop. Unlike his patients, Secco had earned his respect. He had the right to mercy.
Now, with Cioccolata gone, there was an absence in his heart. He filled his time with monotonous tasks and busy work. After Giorno became the new don Secco wasn't stupid enough to stick around. He changed towns and found a new hospital to work at. He even allowed himself little pleasures of accidentally messing up a patients blood work just to watch them struggle. It could never be the same, but it was what he had.
Recently he had taken up people watching. He would take a stroll through the park near his house, observing everyone living their mundane lives. It almost made him feel fulfilled. This afternoon was no different. He meandered around the park, taking in the gentle sunshine.
"Wow! Good boy! Thanks puppy!"
His head snapped in the direction of the voice, his heart fluttering and his cheeks painted red. A young adult with a small curly haired black dog were about twenty feet to his left. The person had the dog on a loose line and seemed to be teaching it the stay command.
Secco watched with rapt attention while they tossed their dog another treat before taking a few more steps back. When the dog seemed to grow frustrated and shook his body, the owner tossed him another treat and closed the distance. They then tried again from a shorter distance.
Secco bit his lip softly, imagining himself in the position of the dog. After all, it should be him being given treats and praise. He was way smarter than some dumb dog. The dog didn't have a medical degree, he did! He would listen to their commands and not even need them to repeat themselves.
He continued to inconspicuously observe the pair, but mostly focused on the handler. They were compassionate, but composed. They were patient and seemed to know when to change up their strategy. Secco thought that their thinking face was kind of cute. The way their eyebrows scrunched up and their eyes got all focused.
Before he knew it, they had to leave. He almost whined when he saw them pack up their bag and put the dog on a shorter leash. As they walked away, Secco noticed that for the first time in a few months that he actually felt somewhat alive. It didn't make much sense, after all he had seen plenty of dog owners in this park before.
Yet, something about their voice when they said the words "Good boy" made him weak. He replayed their movements and voice in his mind for the rest of the evening.
The next day he was back at the park, but he didn't see them. He waited for three hours, but saw no sign of them. He returned the next day and the day after that, but received no luck. It made him so frustrated he wanted to tear his hair out.
The next day, just when he was about to give up, he saw them. They had their dog with them again and seemed to be working on the stay command again, but with more distractions. Secco watched the dog stare blankly at them, as if working it through in his head. Anger surged through his veins at watching the dog throw away their patience and attention.
Before he knew it, he was marching over to approach them and their mutt.
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You were at the park with your sweetest boy coconut sprinkles. He was a little terrier with a heart of gold and the most perfect temperament. You loved taking him out and giving him all the good stimulation he deserved.
You had been working on his stay command for a few weeks now and had nearly perfected it. You were able to go long distances and even run by the little pupper without him getting too excited. He had his moments of confusion, but you prided yourself on being able to adapt to his needs. You were in the middle of a command when your dog perked up and stared at something behind you.
An average built man with dark hair and nurse scrubs was approaching you. He had a neutral expression on his face that changed into a more pleased one as your eyes met his. He raised his hand and waived in a loose friendly manner.
"Hey there!" The man called out as you reigned Coconut in, having the dog wait by your side. You gave him a small treat for his good behavior. He was fully in front of you now, a small smile on his face.
" I saw you from across the park and wanted to ask if you did a lot of dog training. You seem to really know what you're doing." He compliments, his voice crackling as he spoke. It sounded dry, like he didn't do a lot of talking. Now that you noticed it, there was an anxious quality to his voice.
"Oh yeah! Its one of my hobbies. I just love these little guys." You ruffled Coconuts fur and fed him another treat. He whined impatiently and you sighed softly. After looking around to make sure it was safe, you gave him his command to go explore.
"Its impressive." He comments. "You must be really dedicated." he swallows softly. His posture and tone is nervous, but his eyes don't leave mine. They intense, scrutinizing. It makes me a little uncomfortable.
"Eh I can't take all the credit! It depends a lot on the dog and what needs they have." You shrug your shoulders and take a small step towards your bag.
"Ah, so the smarter and more responsive the dog the better?" He wets his lips and gently fiddles with the bottom of his shirt. You see him glance towards Coconut and his gaze sharpens. He looks at your baby like he's dirt under his heel. You frown and cross your arms to your chest.
"Uh, yeah. Something like that." You look back at Coconut and call her over. "Listen, I need to go, I have an appointment to get to-" A hand grabs your wrist in a bruising grip.
"You just got here." He says in a lifeless tone. "Pay attention to me. Its rude to just ignore someone, you know?" You look back over at him and he relaxes, a smile crawling its way to his face. "That's better. Who's supposed to be training who here?" He chuckles dryly. "Its okay though. I forgive you."
You wrench your hand from his now looser grasp and shove him as hard as you can on the chest. "Leave me alone!" You scoop Coconut and your bag up and begin a mad dash towards your car.
You glance over your shoulder to see how close he is to you. You pause when you see no one there. There's no sign of him anywhere. Slowing your pace, you take a second to catch your breath.
You look down at Coconut, who's squirming in your hands and whining softly. You kiss the top of his head and let out a big shaky sigh. Glancing back at where he used to be, to make sure he was still gone.
Your foot snags on something are sent sprawling. You hold coconut close and land hard on your ass. Rough, uncaring cement digs painfully into sensitive skin. Coconut barks and lunges at something, yapping wildly.
Glancing up, you see the man from before emerging from the ground. Your mind can barely comprehend how someone can phase into the earth, pinned in place by confusion and fear. Coconut wriggles and continues his onslaught of barks. He whines and licks at your hand, snapping you out of your trance.
The stranger is advancing and fast, crawling on all fours like a scene from a horror movie. You scream and scramble backwards, trying to get your legs to cooperate in the escape. Shaky and unstable, you manage to stand again and turn to make a mad dash to your car. Its so close, only a few kilometers away. If you run fast enough you might be able to get away from him in time.
Nearing closer to the car You reach for the doorhandle. Two pairs of hands grab around your ankles and you're yanked back onto the ground. Coconut falls onto the pavement with a small thud and shakes himself off, relatively undamaged. You try to reach out for her, but hands are grabbing at your wrists and there's a solid weight pinning your body to the earth.
You look up to see him, disheveled and covered in mud. His eyes are frantic and full of determination. There's a sick smile on his face as he angles a camera at your face. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you settle in to your new role perfectly. Cioccolata may have been a coward who abandoned me.." he grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks you close. Hot sticky breath fans your face.
"But I'll make sure you never get the chance or motivation to do that." Grasping at your chin with rough fingers, he pulls you into a messy kiss, smearing his saliva and mud all around your lips and chin. You nearly choke from the surprise and force of it all. He pulls back and laughs softly, angling the camera close to your face.
"Say hi honey, its our first tape together! The day I brought you home! I know you're going to take such good care of me.."
Warnings: Abduction, manipulation, threats of harm to family members
Pronunciation guide down below!
They had heard many a tales about the Good Neighbors. Inhabitants of the Otherworld, hanging onto old hills and Rathforts. Existing just beyond their world and sight.
The old powerful Witchery and Druidry dug deep into Ireland's roots had faded into an odd obscurity. Sure, you could find people who still practiced, or hear tales of old wise women like Biddy Early, but it wasn't common. Most people scoffed at the idea of fairies or magic, but a few old traditions had stuck around.
Few would admit it, but respect of the fairies, the sidhe, was still hanging overhead. Fairy trees were often still paved around, and treated with their due respect. Cutting one down would be inviting their ire and loads of bad luck.
They would never forget when their grandmother snatched their wrist up fast as lightning. Chiding them for almost touching what didn't belong to them. They didn't understand why a dirty old metal comb lying in a path was such a big deal. Their grandmother held them close, an unknown fervor in her eyes as she explained that the comb belonged to the Bean Sidhe. A Good Neighbor who would wail and keen at night to warn of family members of impending deaths. A good natured lady they often were, they were not to be messed with.
"Those who take the comb of the Bean Sidhe shall face death! Those who don't, end up with a broken limb." Granny said with a shake of her head. They didn't get to hear much further, as their mother had swept them up with a terse and final,
"You're going to scare them with these stories of yours!"
And that was that. Their thoughts of the Kindly Neighbors drifted into the back of their mind. Only being stirred when their grandmother would share stories of offering fresh butter and milk, in return of good will and relationship. They didn't quite believe their nan, but liked to hear the warmth and passion in her shaky voice.
She always encouraged their art and poetry, citing bards and legendary satires of the past. She'd listen with rapt attention as they recounted their poetry and read to her.
Their nan was not long for this world now, with her health declining. Their mother, strong that she was, could only help so much, so they stepped up. They kept up nan's housekeeping and would even make sure to leave offerings at dusk of a small tin of freshly opened milk. Why it had to be freshly opened, was a mystery.
"Na bhrist tu riomh na neamhreireact" gran would say sometimes, in reference to the Good Folk. "To neither bow before them or be disrespectful." It was surprising, how determined she was in her old age to keep up such an old tradition.
One dusk, they had been careless. Sure, they had the new milk set aside for the tin. They had every intention on following the rules, but they left the milk out and the old neighbor cat had knocked it down and was found lapping it up.
With a groan, the cat was shooed out of the house and the milk was picked up. Not a lot had spilled, only a third. They sighed and in their tiredness, forgot the most important rule. They poured a good amount into the tin and set it outside in the usual spot. They even muttered a "For you and yours" and headed back towards the house.
It was then, they felt it. A horrible shiver went up their back and their skull erupted into fiery sparks of pain. A low chuckle sounded from behind them. "Someone didn't follow the rules.."
Whirling around, there was no one in sight. The milk tin was tipped over, spilling its contents onto the earth. The pain in their head faded into soft pangs. They hurried inside, slamming the door behind them.
Bad luck followed them and their nan's house the following week. All the milk spoiled and the chickens produced no eggs. Electricity short circuited and precious items broke. Their nan, bless her soul, told them not to blame themselves. She urged them to make it right by giving three times the original offering. To leave it in the same spot and hope their luck turns.
Not able to brush it aside any longer, they did as instructed. They fastened an iron pick to their clothes at nan's instruction. "Lest they try to steal you away" she had said in a fit of throaty coughs.
They stood at their property and held their nan close to their heart. "Please accept my offering as paying you back what I originally owed you." Their voice was shaky, but as firm as they could muster.
The wind was low and seemed to dance around in the grass and trees. It circled them with a decisiveness they had never seen.
"Do you think this is enough?" that voice came again, wrapped in spiders silk.
"I meant no harm. I'm only doing this for my nan! Surely, she's served you well enough over the years you can forgive my mistake." They held their hands up in surrender.
A figure formed in front of them at that moment. A tall, but not inhumanely tall man stood in front of them. His features were human, and he had no otherworldly traits hidden in his form... But they felt it. An air of something ancient and far more powerful than them. It swirled around him and emanated proudly, as if he wanted to show them all he possessed. He sprouted a wry smile, curly brown hair falling messily around his face.
"Now then, your nan may have plenty of my good will." He waved his hand in a circle. "You, however," he gestured with a point. "Have no such relationship with me. You can't hide behind someone else's work. You spent your whole life dismissing us, ya know. Such pride and disrespect you show with your carelessness. That can't be dismissed or forgiven easily."
He began to walk in a slow circle around them. "I've actually been quite kind, as a courtesy to your nan. I haven't even killed any of your ailing family members."
They hardened their gaze and rounded on him with a fury. "Don't you dare!"
His eyes widened and a soft laugh escaped him. "You were always a firecracker. Hold your tongue now, dear human. I haven't killed anyone but that is well within my rights and power. Why, your poor nan is already close to the brink.."
He reached out a lone hand to lay gently upon their hair. He stroked with a soft feathery touch. He lowered his hand in an attempt to grasp their shoulder, but drew back in alarm.
"Hm. Interesting pin for someone wanting to build a friendship." He chided, gesturing to their iron pick. They held it tightly to their chest.
"I was taught to respect you, not to trust you." They shot back, trying to smooth their anger.
"Yet you failed at doing just that." He clucked his tongue and clapped his hand together in thought.
"Oh! I know!" he says far too quickly for any real thinking to have been done. "To tell you the truth, I've taken an interest in you, since you started helping your dear old gran." He sighed softly.
"I'm sure you've heard stories of poets being snatched away by our lot." They shook their head in response. He frowned.
"Well, as you should have heard.... Several of us are big fans of poetry. Me included. I admire those who are quick with their tongues and minds. Generations of great Irish poets and bards have died out but there's still some of you who can spin a tale." He fiddled with his jacket, a surprisingly modern piece of garment for someone so ancient.
"I guess you could say, I'm quite fond of you." He looked up with a wolfish grin, flashing sharp, red stained teeth.
"What? Then why make my life a living hell? Why not accept my offering!?"
He quirked his head to the side, a malicious gleam in his eyes. "Why, cuz I wanted to have some fun with you! You're quite amusing when angry you know! Like a little baby cow struggling to find their legs! You would have never come to acknowledge me willingly unless I messed with ya!" He laughed sharp and loud. "Your mistake gave me the perfect excuse to get what I want."
They backed away a few steps, feeling slightly faint. "So what do you want? A poem? To hang out?"
"Hmmm" he hummed a soft, lyrical note. "Not quite. See, I'll give your family no more bad luck. I won't kill any ailing relatives..I'll even be nice and throw in years worth of good luck. Give your old nan a few good years." he closed the gap between them, just barely kept at bay by a few inches. "If, you come with me." He extended a lone hand.
"Come with you? Where?" they echoed softly. This all sounded too good to be true.
"To my home. Become mine. Regale me with your beauty and poetry every day. I'm a very giving lover you know. I've yet to keep a partner wanting." he attempted to grab their hands, but drew his hand back with a groan. "As soon as you get rid of that pin I can make it happen."
They stumbled backwards hastily. "What? I don't even know you! You've done nothing but harass me!"
His kind expression slipped off his handsome features. A deep anger settled in as solid and hot has freshly forged steel. Fear prickled at their very core.
"Harass you? No. Who do you think kept your cow producing milk, who do you think kept your nans health in such good spirits?" he advanced, seeming to grow in size. Towering over them menacingly bubbling with madness and cruelty.
"Who do you think helped inspire your poetry when you sat so prettily on the edge of your property. Who do you think watched over you and warded off all those who would have treated you much less kindly? You repeatedly spit on my good will and I think you'll be smart to show me my much earned respect. All you have to do, is take off that pin and let me reap my reward for my patience."
Staring into the eyes of insanity itself, they thought of their nan. Always giving so much and asking so little in return. Treating them with kindness. They thought of their mom and all the sacrifices she made to help them grow.
"You'll help them? My family..My nan will live?" They asked in a whisper. Its not like rejecting would bring any good. They've seen what he could do when he was apparently being "soft" on them.
He blinked and stilled in his anger. A different fervor took to his eyes, a desperation. "Yes. I'm a man of my word. You'll know no pain and you'll have to pay no silly human rent. Your only role is to follow me and become my wedded partner. It's a simple trade, if you think about it."
They took a deep breath and looked at the ground. "Okay.." came barely from their lips. With shaking fingers, they unclasped the iron clip and threw it to the floor. It clattered without a sound on the soft dirt at their feet. Mocking them and their choice that could no longer be reversed.
"Perfect..." He practically purred as tight arms wrapped around their waist. Constricting, and all consuming. "Now, hold on tight little dove and leave everything to me." Was the last words echoed on that farm before they were swept up and taken away with the wind. Never to be seen by a human again.
Pronunciation guide!: Sidhe(Shee), Bean Sidhe (Ban shee), Na bhrist tu riomh na neamhreireact (Nah, Brist, too, ree-ogh, na, nay-ve-reah-reoct)
An: I'm not from Ireland but have been studying Irish Paganism and specifically the Good Neighbors. Sorry if some of my info is off! I was inspired by the many tales of humans being snatched up by the sidhe.
Thank you to Lora O'brien for pronunciations, terms, and more. Also thank you to teannglann.ie for further pronunciation help! Please don't take my fiction as real advice for dealing with the sidhe. Always do your own research! Thank you!
Warnings: Kidnapping, manipulation, reader gets pixelized, reader has slight ptsd in this, drugging, noncon touching and groping, suggestive scenes,
Part One Here!
Light floods your vision as you regain consciousness. There's talking you can barely make out, and dark flashes of people swim around your vision. Your throat feels like sandpaper as you let out a weak groan.
Blinking your eyes forcefully, you try to shake off the fuzziness of sleep. There's a young woman wearing an emt vest asking you questions in Italian. Your tour guide is next to your side and translates for you. Looking around, you see a small group of emts talking with a few of the hotel patrons. You recognize one of them as the woman who found you.
It all happens in a blur, and before you know it, the emts are gone. The police speak to you, but you can barely think straight. Your story is shaky and jumbled as you speak through tears. Their faces are neutral and there seems to be a passive indifference to your situation.
The hotel staff inform you that several floors including yours had their security cameras down for the night. They have footage of a man entering and exiting the hotel, but nothing else to go on. The police tell you they'll reach out if they find anything further, but it doesnt seem likely.
Your tour guide and the hotel staff set you up in a room with one of your group members, Taylor, who volunteered. The hotel staff ensured you of your safety for the rest of the night. They all talk to you with a shaky softness in their voices, as if afraid you'll break. You numbly nodded along and did your best to follow along with everything that was happening.
An overwhelming sense of dread and anxiety settles its way into your stomach and remains for the rest of the night. Your voluntary roommate Taylor, was young woman in her mid 20s. She distracted you with polite small talk and the occasional meme until you both settled back into bed. You drifted in and out of a dreamless sleep, replaying the events in your mind, unaware of the creature growing and observing your every move.
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Melone returned to his house that night filled with annoyance and disappointment. He enjoyed the small fight you put up, but you made it so complicated by bringing others into it. He thought back to your tear stained face fighting helplessly against him and bit his lip. You really were perfect.
Ever since the cafe you've set his soul and heart alight. He initially followed you out of morbid curiosity, finding you to be just adorable. He scoured your social media and had Risotto run a full background check on you. Every detail about you was so perfect for him, as if this was a sign from the universe. Meeting you again at the hotel and seeing your resolve met with inevitable acceptance only reaffirmed his plan.
He pulled his laptop out to check on Babyface's progress. To his utter delight, Babyface was growing wonderfully, and learning all about his new parent. His heart nearly burst with joy and new found vigor as he thought about how wonderful it would be to raise the perfect child with you. It would take a lot of coaxing and patience on his part, but he knew you'd come around eventually.
"Listen to me, Babyface." He typed over the computer. "That is your parent. They are leaving the country in two days time. You are to learn and grow, then bring them back to me, their loving husband. You must do this before they leave the country." He instructed in a stern, but fatherly voice.
"What is loving?" Babyface responds after a few seconds.
"Ah~" Melone croons, heat rising to his face. "It is when you hold someone dear to you, and share your lives together. Love is what brought you into this world. You see, Your parent doesn't understand how much love I have to give them. Which is why you must bring them to me. So I can surround and fill them with all my love."
He showed Babyface pictures of loving families and couples. Babyface analyzed this data for a few seconds before responding. "Do they love you? Do they love me?"
Melone grinned. "Of course they do! They just don't know what to do about it. That's why you're going to bring them home so we can all be happy together."
"....Understood. I love you, papa."
Melone's mouth curls into a wicked grin. "I love you too."
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When you wake up for the next day, the dread doesn't go away. You pack your stuff into your suitcase and bring your things together. You only had two more days until you could leave and put this all behind you.
Taylor stays by your side for the rest of the morning as you pick through your breakfast. Its nice to have someone looking out for you, but you can't make yourself forget the previous night. Still, you did your best to get on with the day. You were still in a beautiful country filled with rich history. One creep couldn't ruin that for you.
So you laughed at Taylor's silly jokes and you ate all the best food you could afford on your budget. You explored all you could and soaked in the vibrant sunny day. By the afternoon, that pit in your stomach seemed a whole lot smaller. But not gone. Never gone fully.
"Hey (y/n)! We were going to go down by the beach and hang out for our free time! Wanna come with?" Taylor asks in a bubbly voice. Her green eyes glimmer with concern and kindness.
"Oh that sounds great! I'd love to see the ocean and maybe dip my feet in." You respond, breaking in to a rare genuine smile. You stop for a second and grab Taylor's hand. "Thank you for being there for me. Last night was terrible and you have made this feel so much easier than it would be."
She stares at your hand and then and clasps her hand around yours. "Don't worry about it. You had a seriously scary night." She offers you a comforting smile. One that says its going to be okay.
Tears well up in your eyes for a brief moment. "Yeah..." you look down. "Why don't you go on ahead and I'll meet you guys at the beach? I need a second to catch my breath." Taylor agrees, but on the condition you put her number in your phone just in case.
You watch her walk away and let out a sigh, tears fall down your cheeks as you take a moment to gather your thoughts. You lean against a building and practice some breathing techniques your friend back home taught you.
"Agh!" You let out a small cry of pain and shock. A pulsing pain radiates from your left hand. You quickly look down to see a small cube shape forming over your left palm. Before you can react, the cube and your flesh blink out of existence.
You cry out again as your whole left arm starts tingling, cubes forming all down your body. You reach desperately into your bag and grab a hold of your phone. You need to call Taylor. Or anyone. Someone who can help.
The phone clatters to the floor as your right hand fully disintegrates before your eyes. You scream in terror and agony as your whole body starts to dissolve and darkness overwhelms you.
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You hear a faint humming sound coming from your right. Something soft gently drags itself up and down your cheek. The touch is delicate like a feather, soothing and rhythmic. You lean into it sleepily and hear the humming stop for a second, a hitch in their breath.
A memory flashes through your brain. You were...screaming. You were going to call for help. Something was wrong with your body. Something isnt right. You shoot up violently, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Where was Taylor? Where was your group?
Your head tingles and pounds, your arms weighing a million tons. Moving feels like wading through lard as you look around. Your eyes meet his and the fear is instant. He's sitting there, a wide grin on his face and his eyes softened into false sympathy.
"Try not to get up too fast, caro." He reaches over and pats your cheek like you would an unruly pet. You try to swat his hand away, but your hand is too slow to respond. "The drugs won't be wearing off for a few hours and I don't want you to hurt yourself. I went through too much effort to have you here."
He leans in and gently presses you back onto the soft surface below you. It feels like a bed, but your head is too fuzzy to really care. He peppers soft kisses on your face, groaning softly with delight. Your hands press weakly against his chest.
"Even now you're so full of life. Di molto! You will truly make a great spouse for me. Every move you make is proof of that." He grins wider and a gloved hand trails down my chest.
"Sp-Spouse?" The words come out like sandpaper and you cough weakly. My mouth feels like a desert. Like the sand on the beach you never made it to. The safety that was just barely out of reach.
"Si! I'll be your loving husband from now on.. You raised our Babyface so well, I just know when time comes for the real thing that you'll do even better. Of course, Babyface had to dissolve once his purpose was fulfilled. I'm sorry you couldn't have seen him in all his glory amore.." He let out a wistful sigh and played with a loose strand of your hair.
You shake my head weakly. None of that sounded right. You were supposed to go back home in two days. Everything was too much to process, he was too close, too warm. His body was like a cage, and his voice was overwhelmingly smug.
"Don't worry. I'm not a monster. I'll let you rest and adjust to me before we try for a baby." He coos softly as if that will fix everything. As if that's your main concern. "You're really lucky you know."
His hands are wandering everywhere, covering every inch of your body. "I don't hold myself back for just about anyone." Gloved fingers find purchase in your thigh, digging in with a bruising grip. You cry out softly in alarm and pain.
"Mmm, but the best wine needs time to develop. I know that if I hold myself back, once I finally taste you fully, your depth will make even the gods jealous." He places a wet, open mouth kiss to your neck, sucking softly. "My perfect spouse.."
He pulls away and chuckles, slightly out of breath. "Until then, we have all the time in the world to prepare you for your tasting. I'm a patient man, but I'm far from a saint. So," he drags a finger down your chest to your stomach, holding his hand there reverently.
"Lets take this time to explore each other. I know every detail about you, its only fair you learn all about me."
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This is the final part but I hope you enjoyed! Melone u lil creep.
Yandere! Melone x gn! Reader (afab but no gendered pronouns)
Part Two Here!
Warnings: sexual harassment, stalking, suggestive scenes, licking (duh), baby face insemination, attempted abduction
Its a hot and stuffy afternoon in Italy. The humidity clings like an itchy veil to your slippery skin. You take a deep breath and wipe some of the sweat off of your forehead. You scan the bustling street for a suitable place to sit down and have a coffee.
You had a few free hours given to your tour group to explore a small shopping center in Venice. Your funds were limited from purchasing these tickets in the first place, so you gazed thoughtfully at each shop.
You decided on a small cafe you found particularly inviting. It was small with a soft tan exterior and a few potted plants sitting outside it. Customers exited and entered freely. Entering the cafe, you sigh in relief at the gust of cold air that welcomes you.
You step in line and look around as you wait. A few typical patrons mingled about at tables, absorbed in their conversations. As you continue scanning, your eyes stop on a particular patron.
A tall man with blonde hair dressed in a certainly interesting outfit plugs away at a computer. Holes litter his attire and he's wearing a see through superhero mask? You cant help but stare in wonder at the admittedly attractive stranger.
How no one else is doing the same makes your head spin slightly. Its certainly not an ugly outfit. More... Out of place. It hugs his lean form in all the right ways, and the holes in his suit leave just enough covered for your mind to wander slightly.
You're so focused on examining the stranger you almost don't notice him glance up at you. Your eyes meet and anxiety floods your system as you realize you've been caught.
However, he doesn't look upset.. More curious.
Blue eyes hold your gaze in a half lidded expression. Then they trail down your body slowly, like a predator sizing his next meal. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and swipes over his bottom lip.
You shudder in disgust and narrow your eyes at him. All of his charm instantly vanishes as you realize he's just a pervert. He tilts his head and offers you a small wave with his gloved hand. Then he points behind you with a smirk on his face.
You glance over your shoulder to see the patron in front of you leaving the counter as they had finished their order. The barista stares at you with a bored expression. You quickly step forward to order your drink.
By the time you get your coffee, you nearly forget about the stranger. That is, until you catch him out of the corner of your eye.
He's still staring at you.
Noticing your eyes back on him, he offers you another lazy wave. He closes his computer and packs it in his bag. He stands up slowly, eyes trained on your form.
Your adrenaline spikes slightly, but you push it down. You're out in the open in a busy cafe. Even if he's obviously a creep, he cant do anything to you. Worst case scenario, you make a plan to just pay and leave.
He stalks his way over to your table, pulling the chair across from you out with a low screech. Plopping down gracefully, he leans his hand on his chin.
"How old are you?" His voice is low and smooth, like poisoned honey. Yet it carries a certain indifference and formality. Like he's filling out a questionnaire.
"I- I'm sorry?" You squeak out in surprise. That's not what you expected him to say.
"How old are you? More specifically, whats your birthday?" Annoyance seems to creep into his tone as he pulls his laptop back out.
You frown and try to discreetly get your stuff together. Better to just excuse yourself away from this creep. Afraid of setting him off before you can leave, you give him your birthday.
His tongue swipes out at his lower lip. "Di molto! Your obedience is a good trait.. Now lets see your compatibility.." He begins typing away at his computer.
"Compatibility? Like star signs?"
His eyes light up and he looks at you, hands still flying across the keyboard. "Exactly! One must know how your fates intersect.." He stops typing for a second and studies your face. He leans in until your noses are touching. Hot minty breath fans your face for far too long. Just as you're about to ask him to move away, he does it for you. He glances back down in his laptop and begins to type something in.
Seeing him become distracted, you take the chance to stand up and step away from the table. He may be kind of cute, but there's way too many red flags happening. "I'm sorry but I need to get back to my friends. They're waiting in the shop next door for me!" The lie slides past your lips and you practically dash for the door.
If you've upset him, he doesn't show it. He doesn't call after you, or chase you out the door like you were afraid of. Relief fills you as you make it down the street with ease.
He was a creep, but he wasn't following you. You were safe. Fresh air seems to evade your lungs as you pant with your hands on your knees. You didn't know what he wanted from you, but he was far gone now. You just wanted to get back to your hotel and take a breather before enjoying the rest of your damn trip.
When you got back to your hotel that night you noticed your ID wasn't in your bag. You knew it could have been anywhere in Venice, but you had a nagging feeling. It was small, but it pulled at the back of your brain, reminding you of the cafe.
You went back to the cafe, but there was no sign of the strange man or your id. You still had your passport so you knew you could get home, but you were screwed if you wanted to buy wine. In Italy.
Unfortunate, but not the end of the world. You could always drown your sorrows in good old non alcoholic grape juice after all.
You continued your trip for the next few days, slowly exploring more parts of Italy. The lack of alcohol was annoying but the views made up for it. You were halfway through your trip now, with your return at the end of the week.
You had just finished eating out with your tour group and exhaustion was eating away at you. The excitement from the day was fading like the sun setting over the hilltops. You stumbled into your hotel room and collapsed onto your bed.
The cool soft sheets beneath you felt like heaven and you snuggle your face into them. You let out a soft groan and just soak in the moment of silence.
"You look beautiful like that, you know?"
Gasping, you shoot up from where you were laying. There, in the corner of your hotel room you see him. Purple suit covered in holes, piercing blue eyes that held something malicious, and that damn computer in his hand.
He digs into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out a small plastic card. "You know, you're so clumsy. Letting your id slip from your purse into a strangers hand. If I had been anyone else, you might have had something awful happen."
He slowly brings it to his mouth and licks up the side of it slowly, coating it in his spit. He moans softly and you feel bile rise in the back of your throat.
Anger flashes through you, overpowering your fear. You were not going to let this guy take your stuff and break into your room. He didn't look too strong and if you screamed you're sure someone would come.
"Get out of my room you fucking pervert!" Your hands fumble over to the bedside table and you grab the first solid object they come in contact with. With as much force as you can muster, you launch it at him.
He laughs and easily dodges out of the way of the flying alarm clock. "What fight you have! We'd make such exciting children together, don't you agree?" He begins to move over to you, a wide grin on his face.
The anger and disgust swells in you again, forming into determination. You chuck two pillows at him and leap off of the bed, charging for the door. Forget trying to scare him off, you needed to get help.
Something slimy wraps around your ankle and you're sent careening to the ground. Dull pain overwhelms your arms and legs. You kick desperately as something wraps itself around your other leg.
You try to look and pry it off your legs but you see nothing. You can feel it digging into the soft flesh of your ankle, preventing your escape. You try to scream and cold leather smothers your mouth, squashing all hope you had.
"Now calm down dear.. I'm just here to talk." You look up at him, the anger draining away into desperate fear.
He brings his other gloved hand and brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes. "You know, when I saw you at the cafe I thought you were just a pretty face." His voice is coated in sugary poison. "I thought maybe you might be useful for a mission at the very least. It's not often I'm the one being stared at after all" He begins to absentmindedly stroke your cheek.
"But then, you showed such personality. It was very cute." He chuckles softly, like chimes on the wind. "You must have known I like the chase. I got to know you, followed your little group.."
He leaned in closer and you strained yourself against the floor. The rough carpet dug into your cheek, reminding you of how little room you had.
"I learned that you and I were compatible. More compatible than my target. Your personality is just about perfect, and our star signs are excellent. This is something I couldn't leave to Babyface." You had no idea what he was babbling about, squirming under his hold to no avail. Tears welled up in your eyes and spilled helplessly down your cheeks.
He leaned down and dragged his tongue up the side of your cheek. He let out a groan and dug his teeth into your ear. " 'No no.. This is something I must do personally' I decided to myself. Take you home with me and have a proper baby. " one of his hands dropped to your stomach, caressing it gently.
At the word baby, your heart dropped in your chest. You shake your head desperately and thrash around as hard as you can. You manage to wrench one of your hands free and waste no time. You grip into his blonde hair and pull as hard as you can.
His eyes widen in shock and he lets go of you momentarily. You bring his face down into the hard carpet next to you. The weight at your ankles loosen for just a second and you rip them free.
You close the distance to yourself and the door, yanking it open. "There's someone in my room! Help!" You stumble into the hallway, looking around desperately for someone, anyone, that could help.
Pain blooms from your scalp as you're tugged backwards into someone's chest. Cold leather covers your mouth once again. Something cold and invisible pins your hands together.
"Now you've gone and done it. Very disappointing.." Melone chastises, clicking his teeth. You can hear people talking faintly in the distance, their voices growing louder with each second. Hope blooms in your chest.
"Its too messy right now. " he sighs, "I'll have to come back later for you... Guess we'll have to use Babyface after all. I didn't expect you to have such fire in you tesoro. We'll have plenty of time to explore that side of you later. " His gloved hand grips your chin and tilts your gaze upward.
The voices grow louder, just around the corner. Melone's gaze flickers to them for a second and he frowns. "We'll have to make this quick. Not my favorite position but it'll have to do. You're making this really hard on me, you know?"
Something rough grips both of your legs and wrenches them apart. "Just hold still now dear. It'll be over in a second. Let babyface handle it." Something pushes your underwear aside and you try to kick against it, but your kicks are in vain.
You can't see anything but you feel a sharp jolting pain shoot up your body. Something enters you as you feel all the energy and fight drain from your body. You slump against the hallway wall and slide helplessly to the floor.
"Very good..take care of our little one my dear...I'll see you very soon." You can feel your consciousness begin to fade as you see Melone's shoes retreating down the hall. The voices down the hall seem to be growing a lot closer and they're shouting something you can't make out. You're vaguely aware of someone kneeling down next to you and reaching out toward you, before everything slips away.
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A/n: This is my first fic in awhile so let me know if you have any feedback for me!
Edit: a very nice commenter lmk that di molto actually means "cool" or "great" which is really fun! Languages are neat.
