#tomme

synopsis. the angel who always seems to guide his humans to their deaths finally meets someone who never runs out of luck... or that's what he thought. content. tamsy caines is his own warning, major character death, manipulation, intentional harm, mentions of violence, potential food poisoning, mentions of gore, guns, mentions of blood, implied obsession, mentions of religious themes (like heaven, angels, hell, etc.), implied stalking, lowkey dark romance themes ?, afterlife themes, inner tamsy just living his life

heavily inspired by this one tweet "thinking of a guardian angel character who falls in love with their human and does everything in their power to kill them so they can be together forever"

beautiful angel tamsy fanart by i_yxe_ on x <3

guardian angel tamsy is not very good at his job. dont get him wrong, he's excellent at observing, quiet guidance, and the subtle intervention a guardian angel does to keep their human safe without them even realizing it. 

and yet, somehow, every human he's ever been assigned to ends up dead. no matter how hard he tries, it just inevitably happens. sometimes it's a missed step, or a coincidence so precise it feels planned. they either fall, sometimes bleed, but in the end, they just don't get back up. 

he's learned not to dwell too much on it. he's just a guardian angel, after all, he's no God. that is, until he gets assigned to you.

the little quirks he's seen since he started following--guiding--you piques his interest, which is extremely rare. people tend to bore him a lot, as they always have something dark going on inside them, a facade they show to everyone else on the outside when they're slowly rotting on the core. but not you. 

he likes watching you talk to yourself sometimes, whispering phrases of motivations, or your weird little vocal stims that changes every week. you also laugh a lot, existing like the world isn't constantly on the verge of ending. within his first few hours with you, he is already in too deep.

"how unfortunate," he murmurs, gaze fixed on you while you're scrolling in your phone, reading something off whatever he didn't bother looking. it's always your nightly routine. anyway, he already knows how this ends. it's always the same. 

you're gonna die soon. and since you've got the most genuine soul he's seen (even purer than his, and he's an angel, by the way), he's pretty sure you're gonna end up there and become an angel, just like him. 

and in that way, you're gonna be with him. forever. 

so he waits for the chance to guide you to your death. 

the first attempt is quite simple. a loose step on the stair, enough for your foot to land wrong. you trip as your balance tilts forward and then your hand shoots out, catching the railing instantly.

catching your breathe, you laugh, "that was close!" 

tamsy stares. how? why did that happen? 

he replays the scene in his mind. the timing was precise and the placement of your foot was perfectly imperfect. it should have worked. it always works. 

"....you're kidding," he mutters, irritation creeping in. oh well, there's always another chance, right? 

the second attempt is much cleaner. food poisoning through eating expired food, since you're always at that convenience store anyway. 

with a flutter of his wing, he slowly guides you to pick the packed biscuit with 03/04/2026 expiration date. today was the 8th of march, so it's definitely bad by now. tamsy silently watches you munch on the expired food with a gentle smile on his serene face. 

finally, it's time. 

except it wasn't. three days have passed and you were still you. not a symptom of sickness or nausea and he quickly realizes his mistake. the expiration date was on the 3rd of april, not march 4. his eyes twitch in annoyance.

the third time might be the charm. a passing motorcycle was slightly faster than it should be, perfectly timed with your careless step onto the road, too busy listening to the tarot reader on your device, talking about how lucky you are this year. tamsy rolls his eyes, how foolish. 

for a moment, everything finally aligns exactly as it should. until a middle-aged man yanks you back just in time, scolding you while you laugh it off like it was nothing. like you didn't almost die. again. 

goodness gracious. how are you this lucky? what kind of cosmic joke is this?

tamsy's gaze sharpens, flicking to the stranger who intervenes. they weren't even supposed to be there--oh. was that tomme? out of all angels, she's the one who guides the human who foiled my spotless plan?

"good day, angel tamsy. how are you?" 

he doesn't react immediately, although he already knows who it is before he even acknowledges her presence. tomme stands a few steps away, hands folded neatly, expression soft. a perfect angel. 

"... i am well," tamsy replies, tone just as kind as tomme, as usual, "thank you for asking." why are you even here?

tomme's gaze drifts briefly to you, still apologizing to her human, and then laughing, and then back to tamsy, "your human is quite lively, isn't she?"

"she is." unfortunately. 

"that was a close call," tomme comments. 

"indeed." it shouldn't have been. 

tomme hums, tilting her head ever so slightly, "you seem rather calm." 

tamsy meets her gaze with an unreadable look in his eyes, "it is inefficient to panic." and quite useless, since it didn't even work.  

"of course," she nods, smiling faintly, "still, most angels would show some... concern, no?" 

"i was concerned." about why it failed, yes.

"i see." 

another pause stretches between the two divine beings. tomme studies him in a subtle way, trying not to let tamsy know her suspicions. 

"you've had quite a number of... unfortunate outcomes, haven't you?" she comments, voice still gentle. 

tamsy's expression doesn't change, he's used to this anyway, "mere coincidences, i'm afraid." mind your own business, will you? 

tomme's smile doesn't falter, "of course," she glances at you again, watching as you wave off his human who helped you and continue on your way, completely unaware of how close you just came to dying.

"she's a very lucky human," she adds. 

tamsy's jaw tightens just slightly, "it would seem so." it's irritating. 

"i suppose that makes your duty easier." 

"one would think so, yes." it does the opposite actually. 

tomme lets out a soft hum, satisfied with something he can't quite figure out yet. she straightens, her hands still neatly folded, "well then," she says, tone brightening a bit, "i won't take more of your time. i do hope things go smoothly for you and your human, angel tamsy." 

tamsy bows his head a little, "as do i, angel tomme." they won't. 

tamsy exhales slowly as tomme finally vanishes. how annoying. 

-- 

he starts watching closer than he should. he tracks your patterns, the exact same ones being repeated everyday without fail. your habits that rarely change and the way you move without a care in the world. you say what you want and you're not afraid to speak out, and it fascinates tamsy. no, it's infuriating and distracting. 

he's currently watching you go down the stairs again, wearing an old chunky leather boots that you probably thrifted from the store you usually frequent to every weekend. he made another attempt that should send you tumbling down a short flight of stairs this time. 

you won't even die from this. maybe a broken bone or a torn ligament, but nothing too serious. he just wants to see if it'll work.

news flash: it doesn't. just as quickly you stumble, you manage to recover in the last second. of course you do. you always do. 

tamsy exhales sharply and before he could stop himself, he steps in even closer to you. his lips brush against your cheek, only a brief second. that's for dodging death once again--

you blink, pausing mid-step, "did something just--" frowning, you touch your cheek lightly, "... i need more sleep." 

tamsy just vanished in an instant, too embarrassed to even do anything. why did i do that? that was so unnecessary. 

but then it happens again, and again.

every time you manage to slip past something that should have ended you, everytime you chuckle it off, tamsy is there to press a brief kiss on your cheek. for just a single second, he indulges himself before disappearing because of mortification. 

you start noticing it unconsciously. your hand would sometimes linger on your cheek a little longer each time, brows furrowing like you're trying to feel something there that's not even existing. 

"weird," you murmur once, glancing around. tamsy just watches from a distance, a flush on his usual nonchalance. 

--

"your reports are quite concerning, angel tamsy." 

corvus of the dominion never raises his voice. his presence alone is enough, the epitome of calm and steady, but his angelic aura is still enough for everyone to feel his higher powers. 

tamsy stands across from him with a practiced neutral expression and posture straight. 

"i'm not sure i understand," he replies gently. 

corvus watches him for a while, eyes unreadable, "patterns have been observed lately. there's been repeated proximity to fatal and non-fatal incidents from your current human. your assigned humans from before also do not survive long." 

tamsy inclines his head slightly, "truly unfortunate... but those were pure coincidences i do not have the power to change." 

the long silence stretches once again, as corvus finally speaks, "... coincidences," he repeats.

tamsy holds his gaze, unflinching, while something inside his chest tightens a bit. i am definitely going to hell. he remains composed on the outside, nonetheless. 

"i will be more careful," he adds, voice even. 

corvus says nothing, as if testing tamsy's patience even more. then, finally, "see that you are. you may go now, angel tamsy." 

-- 

he returns to you with renewed motivation. he has to end you soon, or other problems might arise if he keeps this up longer. this time, it's a falling object heavy enough to ensure damage, positioned to fall towards your head from the 6th floor of the apartment. 

you finally walk underneath it as it drops, and you stop mid-step for no reason. you tilt your head like something invisible brushed past you, and then took a step back instead. the vase crashes down right in front of you, its loud crack enough to startle you into swearing under your breath. 

good heavens. why did you stop? there was nothing to tip you off nor to warn you. how are you doing this?

he gets careless once after that incident. he steps too close, even closer than he usually does and he stays even longer. it was long enough that your warmth feels real and your presence becomes something almost tangible. 

"... you're impossible," he mutters under his breath as he presses a chaste kiss on the side of your lips. 

he took a step back and saw you stop completely from finishing the puzzle you've been working on for the past 20 minutes. slowly, you turned your head to exactly where he was, "... hello?"

tamsy stills as you look around, confused, "who said that?"

you stood from where you're sitting, panic creeping in slowly, "okay--nope. nope, i'm not doing this." 

your hand flies to your gold necklace, gripping it tightly. the small, sun-shaped pendant glints faintly under the light from your bedside lamp, "whoever you are, please stop it," you say, voice rising but quite shaky, "i'm serious. go away. i don't like ghosts." 

tamsy stares at you, specficially at the necklace and how tight your hold onto it was.... and then something clicks. 

oh. 

-- 

it takes him less than a day to confirm it. every attempt he's tried, there was always one constant.

the necklace you're wearing never leaves you. not even when you sleep or take a bath. it's always there. always protecting you. 

"how inconvenient," he murmurs to himself, looking at you as you prepare to re-watch the comedy anime with the pink-haired guy for the third time this month.

so that's it. that stupid little thing. 

he tries being subtle at first, making you go into small inconveniences where you might take it off without thinking. but you never even once did. not even when it tangles or it catches on the fabric of your sweater when it would be just easier to remove it for a second to fix it. 

just take it off! 

and so he gives up being subtle this time.

the alley he made you go through is quiet and dark in the middle of the night. the masked man moves fast, and the necklace is gone before you can even react in time. 

"hey--!"

you reach for it instinctively, panic sharp in your voice now. the man doesn't stop, already turning to the other way to disappear into the dark. tamsy watches the whole thing from above, the faint, gentle smile from his face turning into something bigger and more maniac looking. 

finally--

but just as fast the necklace was removed from your neck, the unnatural luck that's been clinging to you this entire time also disappears. he watches in real time as the slow, stray bullet from a gun pierces perfectly through your head. 

the silence was deafening after you plopped down and the amount of blood streaking from your head makes it impossible for you to even survive after getting an emergency surgery. tamsy looks at the aftermath, expression unreadable now. 

"oops," he murmurs, "... oh, well." worth it. 

-- 

after maybe an hour or so of waiting, he finally sees you again. it's still you. just a little bit different.

you look lighter and quieter, like you're untouched by the weight of dying from the goriest way possible even he wasn't expecting. 

tamsy stands a few steps away, watching you take in your surroundings with the same expression you did when you were still a mere mortal. the look of curiosity and being a little bit dazed. 

he stares at you and at the white flowy fabric clinging on your skin, the same one he's wearing this whole time. your wings were a little bit smaller than him, and you wore no jewellery nor that stupid necklace. and finally, nothing to interrupt him from finally being able to talk to you, in the flesh. 

he hums in satisfaction as you turn at the sound of him, brows knitting together, "have i..." you trail off, squinting at him a little as you feel a flicker of something like trying to recall a dream, "have i heard your voice before?"

"... no," he says smoothly after pausing for a second. 

"huh, that’s weird," you shrugged, and then you just brightened immediately, confusion melting off your face, "anyway, hi!" 

you beam at him, stepping closer to him with your hand half-raised like you're about to wave, "i'm–," you pause and blink, "wait... do i have a name yet?"

he steps closer to you, his gentle, serene smile reaching his eyes making him look even more angelic in your eyes. tamsy looks like the epitome of a perfect angel. 

"oh, you will."

☆ GACHIAKUTA • EPISODE 12.

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