#of course it's when i'm sick with a mild fever and cough that i decide to post these ;-;

[iristial]

rider system album michinaga azuma (geats) | episode 1

[nobuchboskyw]

Greetings, can I have yandere la suqadra team (you can chose one of them) with civilian lady, who isn't just sickly, she's sick too. she moves into Italy because she need somewhere better, and clean and safe for her health.

She pretty frail and weak, she tried to stand her ground as much as she could. But she push herself too far. He found her, shaking as blood dripping from nose and mouth... she need someone's help but nobody cares.

Nothing could save her..?

Omfggg that’s such a good idea. How do you mind Melone?

Also guys, just to let you know, I love it when you ask and request stuff, and I promise I’m working on them, but I’m also in school right now so it might take me longer than you’d like for me to finish things up :)

Yandere! Melone + Sick Fem s/o

TWS: non-con touch, non-con kisses, mild blood, slight NSFW warning

Dr. Harvey massages his temples while he skims your medical information.

"Hm, you've a got a history of coughing fits, weakness, anemia, fevers... Have you ever been on holidays overseas before? I think a change of scene, perhaps some sunshine and clean air could really help your case.” 

"Pardon me?" You straighten in your seat to answer the doctors peculiar question. "Ah, no. Most of my holidays have been interstate."

 "Shame," Dr Harvey says, watching you over the top of his glasses. "There's actually a lot of proven health benefits for people with your ailments."

 As if to emphasize this, your entire body is racked with coughing fits. The taste of copper fills your mouth as you hunch in your chair and blood splatters the doctor's sterile desk.

 "Right." he says, twitching at the sight of the blood as if the sheer thought of germs in his vicinity is disaster.  Meeting your eyes as you struggle to pull yourself together, he scribbles furiously on his medical notes sheet. 

 "That's one trip to Italy for a month. Let's pray this fixes up this strange condition of yours."

 It was in this way that you found yourself clutching your luggage in a foreign country at 2AM, trying desperately to flag down a taxi so you could get home to the Italian family you were staying with. A sleek black Maserati pulls up at the curb in front of you, windows so heavily tinted you could see your reflection clear as day. Your skin prickles.

The window glides down as a man with straight lilac hair and half lidded eyes shaded by purple sunglasses takes in your form, drinking it in as if he's a man starved of water. 

"Did you need a ride?" The way he phrases it almost makes it sound as if it's a instruction and not an offer.

 "No."

 "You do know that taxis stop operating past 11PM?" 

"Yes. A friend is picking me up." You tighten your grip on your luggage, knowing damn well you don't have a single friend in Italy. He's just trying to get you to hop in the car, and if you do, then only God knows what will happen to you. 

"I'm being serious. It doesn't matter how far away you live from here. I'll drive you." A note of desperation makes its way into his voice. Frightened now, you decide the best plan is to stay completely silent. The car door opens and you feel slender fingers wrap around your wrist. 

"Get in the car right now." The eyes that freaked you out so much before are boring into yours with an animalistic hunger. You of course, ran. Melone stood in mild amusement for a bit before getting back in the car. He knew you wouldn't be getting far at all. Your health problems made sure of that. He’d known for months that you were planning to come to Italy. 

Melone known of you years before you'd even been aware of him. One day you brushed past him in the street when he was on a mission out of Italy, and he turned, completely enraptured by your entire being. Since then, you were the air he breathed, the first thing he thought of waking in the morning and the main subject of all his lewd fantasies. And you had no clue he even existed.

(He’d checked, and your star signs were a perfect match! What better woman could he wish for?)

 Today was his first interaction with you. He sat back to relish the delicious feeling of his hand around your wrist, touching you was such a luxury he'd dreamed of for years. He couldn't wait for you to fall right into his palm, all for him to break and toy with. 

Melone watched with delight as you doubled over in the empty street hacking up blood. Coughing fits racked your body, making you completely and utterly vulnerable. Frightened, you watched as blood splattered across concrete and you desperately commanded your body to stand up, but a sudden weakness had shaken it. Or maybe it was pure fear freezing your limbs out of action.

You felt slender fingers stroking your back. You froze. 

(How’d he get here so fast? You ran as far as you could.)

“Just come with me.” He said. “You don’t have to fight.”

The more you cried and tried to fight the touch starved man off, the more he tried to touch you. Even though it was late and cold, the sheer heat coming off the man was enough to get you warm again, you could feel it through his clothes. Melone is already a pretty handsy guy, and you were no exception to his wandering fingers. If you happened to have any exposed skin he’d pepper it with kisses, working his way up your thighs and kissing your ears, pushing himself onto you with a horrifying strength. Kicking at him as a last resort, the last of your strength emptying out into your fearful tears, he grabbed your leg, slender fingers sliding into the crook of your knee as he moved in between them.

You reeled back in disgust as you felt how aroused he was. But as you were cringing away from him he moved with unbelievable speed to grab you and stop you from moving away. Sliding an arm under your back he picked you up easily and started moving back towards the car.

“Darling, I see you’ve come to your senses now.” 

Trembling, you tilted your head to meet his gaze. You immediately wished you hadn’t. The man might as well have had hearts pulsing in his eyes for the way that he was looking at you, a slight nosebleed running down his lip from where you slapped him earlier. Holding you in a close embrace he went in for another kiss and you wanted to move away, but he had you in such a tight grip you couldn’t. Helpless, you lay in his arms as the taste of his mouth filled yours.

“Kiss me back, would you?”

Authors note: If you like more yandere stuff, I’d recommend you stop reading here. If you enjoy a more caring and doting yandere, by all means, continue reading.

Fearfully, you held still as had his way with you, but shoved him away as you felt a coughing fit coming on. Coughing deeply into your hand, watching it come away with blood filled you with a sense of fear you’d almost forgotten about.

As Melone lay your frigid being into the car, he watched you the entire drive with the first human expression you’d ever seen from him. Concern. 

As disgusting as he was, Melone always made sure to take care of you. He’s a much too jealous creature to let you around any of the other La Squadra members, but he took you outside to walk and soak in the beautiful Italian sunshine (only if he had a tight grip on your wrist) and if he was feeling nice, he’d let you open a window or two to let the fresh clean air in.

He’d spoon feed you the finest medicine money could buy, do his absolute best to cook you your favourite things after quizzing you for hours on end about what you liked, and would deeply unsettle you whenever you woke up in the morning to him sitting quietly grinning at you.

He’d come home covered in blood, clingy and as touchy as ever after you’d heard screams and crying noises coming from upstairs.

As much of a monster as he was, peculiar as his behaviour would be, as much as you hated to say it he was growing on you. Maybe it was the Stockholm Syndrome at work.

As he forced your mouth open to spoon feed you your medicine again like a little girl, you slowly came to the realisation that your bloody coughing fits weren’t so common anymore.

How could something be so bad, but so good for you all at the same time?

Melone breaks your train of thought with his whiny voice. “Could I have another kiss? Please?”