*Mentions of Phantom Blood // Set during Stardust Crusaders *
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Word Count : 1149
During SDC. (f/n) seemed so familiar to him, he couldn’t help but feel that it was fate.
It’s Fate
She'd been familiar to him right from the start, the face of the (e/c) eyed woman bringing forth darling memories of ' her ', haunting him with every instance of a smile he'd been able to rouse from her in the past.
He'd been hit by the same force of before, the one that had made his heart jump, beating wildly whenever she'd been sweet enough to hold him, as well as when she looked towards him with understanding, not once questioning him.
" Where...Where did you get that?" he sneered, his eyes fixed upon the accessory pinned to the young woman's shirt, the delicately made silver piece being a clear as day antiquity.
'I...It couldn't be...' he inwardly maundered, staring directly at the silver brooch with narrowed eyes.
-It can't possibly be the same one he remembers...
"You can't be serious," she said while gazing down at the gift with wide eyes, the (e/c) colored orbs shining,
"Dio..." She murmured, her arms suddenly wrapped around him,"You shouldn't have," she told him, saying so in such a soft, tender manner he let a sweet, warm chuckle fall past him,
"Nonsense," He told her, because if anyone deserved nice things it was her.
Sweetly, she lay a chaste kiss on his cheek, not having anything else that was worth all the tenderness he showed her,
"I'll treasure it." She told him, " I'll make sure to always wear it," She said with certainty, having kept her word to him.
"- I got it from some old antique shop," (f/n) said truthfully, nodding in confirmation to try and add some sort of validation to her statement.
She didn't bother to tell him how much she cherished it, nor how much it'd called out to her even though there had been other antiquities which had been in much better care.
Afraid, she answered him with truthfulness and simplicity, not wanting to have her life cut short then and there.
She wasn't surprised he'd come to hunt her down, but it was so sudden to ask about something so frivolous as the little thing pinned to her chest. It made the encounter all the more unsettling to her, but strangely enough, deep within the pit of her stomach, she felt a little fluttering feeling.
" It's no coincidence.." he muttered, his sharpened fingernails trailing down from her chin to her jugular, causing her to whither, a little frightened sound falling past her parted lips.
Even if she could activate her stand, his fingers were right over her throat whereas a single jut of his hand could slice her open, forcing her to bleed out until she gaped in misery, forced to die a slow, painful death.
"-For you to be the one to have such a thing," he said softly, eyes peering into her widened (e/c) colored ones, selfishly devouring the sight of the lovely orbs while in the intimate range,
' Our Fates are intertwined,' he thought to himself, " you were only prompted by a greater Force... You are linked to them just as their fates are intertwined with mine.... and vice versa." He spoke with a honeyed down voice that had a tone touched with sadness.
And it struck her, for a reason unknown to her, her heart grew weak by the sound of his voice as it spoke out so warmly.
'Is this what he meant?' She wondered, having been warned by Avdol about the man's magnetic force,
'But why am I crying?' She wondered, knowing that the tears that fell down her face weren't because she was afraid, but rather because she was overcome by a strange feeling of melancholy.
'I feel sadness...yet warmth. Almost as though I've waited for this man to search for me, and now that he's found me, I can let loose of all the heartache I've felt during the wait.' she mused, 'But it's impossible... so unbelievable to feel that way about someone meant to kill me. '
He didn't need The World to do his bidding as his fingers sank into her neck, and greedily he drank, stopping just as he felt her move sluggish, a soft groan leaving her as her sight began to blur.
" Fate has brought us together again," he said softly, his thumbs both collecting her tears, brushing them aside as he stared down at the beautiful woman, his heart constricted,
Was rebirth something that existed?
He wondered if this girl was somehow, in any way related to the same young woman of his past because they looked so eerily similar.
She was nearly identical, starting from the gentle gleam in her (e/c) colored eyes to the strands of (h/c) colored hair that fell down into a (light/ Dark) river beneath her as he carried her within his arms.
"Even your name is the same," He said with a fond smile, slowly processing how fortunate he truly was.
'Have you really come back to me my love?' He wondered, eyeing her sleeping face which was of his former love.
Stealing a kiss, one that lasted for just a second, he fell back in time to when he'd done just the same, the past holding a different outcome,
He gave her a tender kiss, his lips falling upon hers in a way that showed he was devoted to her, even in death,
"(f/n)..." he murmured softly, tasting the sweetness of her blood stained lips with wet ruby eyes.
His heart would always remain hers, having no room for anyone else but her.
He'd felt weak and defeated, when for just a moment he stopped, staring down at her with hopefulness as he remembered he had no reason to dwell in sadness.
"I could bring you back my love," He told her sweetly, " You can stay this way forever, perfect and lovely... with me," he reasoned while he planned to escape with her in his arms.
- But he was stopped before he could advance more, the Joestar's eyes filled with fury,
"Unhand her now!" Jonathan said with firmness, "You've made her suffer enough Dio, and I won't let you defile her now in death!" He declared.
The blue-eyed male was well aware of the newfound powers of the foe before him, and he wouldn't allow him to selfishly disrupt her peace now.
"We have yet another opportunity my dear," He said while cradling her near, " And this time, there will be no one to stand in our way," He said tenderly, already having planned to eradicate the Joestar bloodline, but now willing to bring forth the full force of his viciousness to make certain there were no repeated mistakes.
- In the end, Jonathan Joestar had come out on top, forcing Dio back, the golden-haired male's arms empty as his heart was filled with darkness and woe.
"You won't be torn from my grasp again my darling, my (f/n)...
Is this not why you came back to me? Is this not why fate has brought you back to to me?" He questioned her, sporting a softhearted smile, accepting it all because in his mind it was meant to be.
Pairing(s) : Dio x Reader x (somewhat ) Jonathan | Part 1 Phantom blood | word count: 3829
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Timeskip: 5 years
Dio: 18-19 (because I Literally got no right answer when it came to his age.)
Jonathan and (f/n) : 18
Pt. 2 : Silver Tongue Fiend
Part. 3 | Over the years, till now.
(f/n) gazed into the small mirror, her (e/c) colored eyes shining brightly as she eyed the color painted over her mouth which delicately lined over her lips, filling out their plumpness with what seemed to be an experienced hand.
Vibrant red was perfectly colored onto her mouth and at the sight, she was filled with a large swell of pride, smiling with gaiety as the elder maid at her side chuckled softly,
"You've grown to be such a lovely young woman," The older woman said with a present smile, "And to see you now..." She mused with a soft shake to her head accompanying the words, "My...My...just to see you now...I can only ask myself where all the years gone," She said with a soft sigh, dramatizing her words just a smidge, but truly asking herself how it could have been possible for such a large gap of time to pass.
It was almost as though she blinked, and suddenly the little girl before her had grown, blossoming into the kind, humble beauty sitting before her now.
Her features had sharpened, become much more feminine and lovely in contrast with the innocent roundness of before, and perhaps she might have not stretched out too far, her height remaining the same, however, it was well noted that her body had begun to take on a lovelier shape, filling out graciously in certain spots that at first had caused her shame.
As she grew (f/n) began to notice more stares and lingering eyes, something that had unnerved her because she'd always been a rather timid one, the bashfulness remaining an unevolved trait, something she couldn't find a way past when it came to the opposite sex.
"- Now that I've helped you with this," She started, referring to the little lesson in cosmetics she'd granted the younger, " Do tell... is there a certain reason for this ?" she asked, watching the color rise over the young woman's face, a little puff of blush at each cheek unneeded as the color had already risen on it's own.
" Is there A certain reason who would just so happen to be a certain young lord?" She added inconspicuously, pretending to contemplate over the thought while already having a little idea roll around in her head.
With a palm to her cheek, (f/n) tried to calm the warmth radiating off of her face, as well as attempting to hiding the flustered expression that had taken over her, "Perhaps," she murmured softly, her eyes falling off to the side while her heart's palpitations increased.
"Perhaps there is..." she added with a bit of coyness.
(f/n) rarely ever spoke of it, knowing that whenever she did, it wasn't all too well received.
Because falling in love with a nobleman wasn't something that should have ever occurred. It should have never been something that should have grown the way it did.
- However, it wasn't as though she'd intended to be in such a position.
As a child, she hadn't known what social classes were, or at the very least truly grasped at the limitations that came with being born dirt poor.
To her, Jonathan had always simply been 'Jojo.'
He had always been Jojo, the same boy that helped her with her scraped knees as well as the only person she knew that would always ease her heart.
Jojo who protected her from rowdy, teasing boys even at his own expense.
Jojo who never once treated her as anything different despite her position in his household.
As a child, she hadn't understood why her heart bounced so much for him, and as she grew older she hadn't really understood why his sharper features had become so striking to her.
However, slowly, without understanding it, she came to love him, the feeling gradually growing throughout the years, not deterring in even the slightest, despite everything that opposed the pure love.
'Despite everyone opposed to it,' She mused with a small, lukewarm smile a bitter memory from years ago coming forth,
The scowling woman pulled her by her ear, practically throwing her in the vacant room where it was just the two of them, effectively hiding her ugly snide behind closed doors,
"You!" she said while pointing a finger towards the teen, "What in the world do you think you're doing?" She said in a harsh whisper, causing (f/n)'s heart to grow erratic, panic rising within her.
"W-what have I done?" She asked with worry, not knowing why she'd been abruptly pulled, unable to understand just why she'd been dragged away from the dark-haired male so suddenly, much less why someone who was essentially a stranger had cornered her,
"You filthy little girl," The elegantly dressed female said lowly, " You stay away from him...If know what's good for you, you will stay far away from him," she repeated, causing (f/n) to shake as she shrunk under the cobalt blue stones which now seemed sharper than straight cut diamonds.
"But...but I do-'
"George is a fool to not understand what is happening under his own roof," She huffed, pressing down her long skirt, her chin hoisted up as she glared at the much younger female.
"But I do," She said with a disgusted curl to her lips, " I'm not sympathetic to dirt like you." She uttered darkly, unable to give her any face but the icy expression frosted over her features.
(f/n) rummaged through her mind as to what she could have done to anger the other woman, desperately trying to understand why she seemed as though she wanted her head served on a platter, why with so much as a single address to Jonathan she was being chastened.
She'd never done anything wrong.
She was always good.
She was always respectful.
She always did her best.
'So why? Why does she despise me so...?' (f/n) wondered.
"I know little harlots like you," The dark haired woman spoke, A certain nod proceeding as she circled the 15-year-old, "You think that by seducing my nephew you'll buy your way out of this miserable life," She mused, chuckling darkly.
It was then that her gloved hand grasped at (f/n)'s (h/c) colored hair, roughly pulling her towards her, her face inches from the frightened girl as her glare remained imposing,
"Think again little insignificant speck of dirt. I'll make certain you lay not a finger on our fortune," She said while spitting in her face with each hard syllable, " And the same goes for that orphaned brat," She added whilst shivering in the same disgust, unable to understand how her brother was so naïve, and moreso foolish for allowing his own son to associate with both as though they were equals.
She'd seen the growing fondness the two boys behaved with, as well as the small lingering stares that would so often be traded between her own blood and the trampy maid.
"You don't care about who's lives you ruin," She muttered with spite, the same cruelness in her eyes as she gazed at her, "Loose women like you don't care about destroying a family," she went on, truly despising (f/n).
She reminded her so much of another woman she knew, one who'd taken from her everything she'd loved.
"You will take a loving husband from a dutiful wife and turn him into your slave.
You will take a woman's happiness without a qualm.
You will take a good family's name and drag it into the dirt." She maundered, her grip loosened as her other hand pushed (f/n) away.
"You disgust me," She added, her hand whipping before the (e/c) eyed youth, striking her face with the back of her hand, the furious sound of the contact echoing. Caught beneath the form of aggression (f/n) gasped in pain, the tears which had already welled in her eyes falling.
Yet again she raised her hand, willing to repeat the action before she froze, her panting breaths halted as the limb stayed in the air, the action suspended.
(f/n) watched as in her blue eyes there wasn't a lick of remorse, but rather, a recollection of understanding that meant she was well aware of what another strike would do.
The thought of the repercussion stopped her, the only thing that got in her way being the consequences that would ensue.
She'd terribly bruise (f/n), and once that was done, the maid could extort her for the simple act.
'I know well who you are,' She thought to herself, having enough in her to draw back instead,
Huffing out amused, little chuckles that held dark amusement, the noblewoman instead used her raised hand to fix the rebellious dark strands that had fallen forward during the ordeal,
"To continue to touch you," she muttered, the rest of her words dying out, unheard by (f/n).
"...It's all beneath me," the Joestar said while pulling off her delicate, white laced gloves, throwing them aside,
"Let this be a lesson you keep," The elder woman suggested, her abrupt turn causing her long tied hair to whip behind her, leaving (f/n) stunned as she stared at her back.
It was slow at first, but soon (f/n) processed the other's words, as well as the utter hate that had been weaved within them, all of which struck her violently as it fell over her in a large tidal wave that drowned her.
(f/n) could trust Agatha, tell her the truth because she was a bright woman that never ceased her smile, even during dark days. And much more, she always encouraged (f/n).
However, there was a hidden reason behind the more mature woman's behavior as well.
Agatha was already well aware of the way the world worked and had found out how vicious it'd been to her kind.
It would have been easy to cut down (f/n), to remind her she was essentially nothing, however, 'I know you've already heard it,' Agatha mused. 'I know you've been met with hate you don't understand,' she went on, feeling sympathetic.
'I know your starting to understand... ' She then thought to herself, realizing that perhaps she should also attempt to curve her from having those feelings for the young lord, just as others did.
However, ' I won't be able to convince you to stop loving him,' She reasoned. ' No amount of words I use will cause you to take back the feeling. But they will further break you.
They will cause you to believe you truly are nothing.
they will provide you with the same callousness the rest of the world does.' she thought to herself, wanting the young woman to have at least one person to remind her that she was, all in all, a person.
Despite everything she didn't have, she could be happy.
Moreover, her feelings mattered.
' The whole world will break you down... so I have to be willing to make up for its unkind treatment of you.
Otherwise, the bitterness will consume you. That or the wretched sorrow will swallow you whole,' she thought knowingly, well aware of the many routes of fate that could be taken because, in all her years of servitude, she'd seen it happen again and again.
"...Ah," Agatha sounded out, " is it Dio?" she said with wide, excited eyes. "Would it be Dio?" She asked her with a strange sort of elatedness whirling within her dark eyes.
'Because then perhaps your love will be accepted.' She thought to herself, only a small reason as to why she was so joyous,
" I've seen the way you smile at him!" She sang, " And I've also noticed how much he lingers towards you," she added, having actually caught the blonde in wait, on more than one occasion catching the sight of what seemed to be a soft graze of delicate pink of his face while in (f/n)s presence.
At the mention (f/n) froze, because it'd never crossed her mind, the idea had never even seemed like a probable outcome for her, until then of course while it was voiced out.
" Dio... he's... he's been kind to me," (f/n) said while speaking truthfully.
Perhaps it was the years she'd spent with him, but she'd grown a genuine fondness for him, coming to love the man as well, but not to the same degree she did the first.
At least ...that is what she convinced herself to believe.
While Jonathan had a special place reserved in her heart as a man, Dio had one as a companion, a confidant she could trust. There was no doubt in her mind she loved him, however, it wasn't anywhere near the same feeling she had for the Joestar.
"He is handsome," (f/n) told herself, unable to deny that the blond was a very attractive man.
He'd sported a strong build, not quite as powerful as Jonathan, but all the same, fit and with a lovely physique seemed to be carved marble.
She'd caught sight of him only once without his firmly pressed suit, and it was something she desperately tried to forget because his state of undress had been something she could see even whilst she closed her eyes to rid herself of the undeniably beautiful sight.
She'd been conflicted over the sudden jump of her heart, swallowing down harshly as she tried to rid herself of the feeling that dared to betray her first love.
'He's got strong muscles... powerful arms,' she mused, for just a moment thinking of him in another way besides the chaste one she typically did and tried to always do.
- She'd always pushed aside the idea, believing that it wasn't something she should do.
"...And his eyes, they're as sharp as cold cut rubies, small gleaming stones that glimmer in the sunlight," she said while closing her own eyes, remembering the striking orbs down to the last detail, because more than once he'd stared into hers, forcing her to burn the memory of the intense gaze.
" He's a handsome man," she determined, repeating it yet again. "And though cold at times, there is a tenderness to him I can't overlook," she said with fondness, taking a strand of (h/c) colored hair and twirling it with her finger.
(f/n) cried, her quiet sobs suppressed by a trembling hand as she'd been left to herself.
During then Dio stare down at her, his eyes mellowed at the sight of her defeated form as she laid crumbled like a wadded paper thrown aside,
"What's the matter with you?" He asked her, his tone unchanged from its usual state as he came down to her, a hand placed onto her shoulder,
"(F/n)? " He questioned her, his voice then softened.
It was then that his fingers strummed beneath her chin, holding her in place, successfully forcing her to gaze up at him, her wet, reddened eyes locked onto his.
As though the tearstains and dejected face weren't enough, he noticed the glowing mark fresh on her face, the sight of it causing his fingers to use more pressure,
He marveled at the angry print on her face, his brows knitted south all the while, "What happened to you, huh?" he asked her, coaxing no answer out of her as she refused to answer him, her head shaking furiously as she tightly pressed her lips together,
"Please Dio..." She started, all the while still crying, " Please go away, please..." She said weakly, not wanting to say just what had occurred because it heavily ached at her chest.
- Because she knew that he would agree as well, as he was a person to remind her of the futility of her yearning love.
He'd always told her, and yet naively, she'd argued against him, believing his words to be something that came from a place of envy and spite because he had never felt A love of his own.
- But now she was well aware that he'd only repeated to her the ways of the world, what was an unspoken law.
'He's been warning me all along,' She thought to herself, feeling so stupid.
The fairy tale books she'd read were all just silly conjuring of women just as foolish and delusional as her. That, or they were written by those who could reach the stars; Those who had a path laid out for them to happiness.
All the while he glared down at her, knowing that somehow the female Joestar had played a part in her sadness because he was no fool.
"Did she do this to you?" He asked her, his other hand trailing the back of his fingers down the stinging spot, "Did she strike you?" He asked her, eyeing the angry mark, a sudden darkness to his eyes that caused them to dim like dried blood.
At her silence, he grit his teeth together, both hands falling to her forearms as he squeezed them tight, refusing to let go,
"Of course she did," He muttered lowly, a sharpness to his tone that made (f/n) shiver.
"That old hag," he added darkly, well aware of her bitter heart, feeling a brooding feeling fester within him as he felt (f/n) shake in his arms, wordlessly confirming his suspicion.
Upon first meeting Sophronia Joestar he'd despised the snooty nosed woman, knowing that he'd be pushed down by her. No matter how hard she tried to hide her disgust for him behind feigned smiles and overly sweet words, he wasn't fooled by her act.
He wasn't fooled like his adopted father was, nor was he as naive as his adoptive brother was.
'I know her true nature,' He thought to himself, ' Just as I know your unfeigned innocence to be true,' He added.
"she dared to strike you," he said while he yet again trailed his fingers down her face, the pads of them brushing over the spot with even more tenderness,
'She dared touch you.'
'She dared make you weep....'
annoyed he pulled her close, his right hand pressed behind her head to lay her head on his chest while his opposite arm curled over her waist, pressing her to him,
' only I will make you weep.' he told himself. ' only I can touch you both viscously and sweetly," he added, his possessive nature over her spiked.
was it sweetness he felt?
he wondered why his heart rippled with a soft pang as he sat, watching her cry onto his chest as he held onto her.
He questioned himself on just why that same ripple then spread throughout his being, infecting his body with the same warmth of her body, providing pleasantness that made him swallow down thickly.
' when you cry... it vexes me,' he told himself, his chin planted over her head, the point laid onto her (h/c) colored locks. ' when you hold me... I feel disgusted,' he then sneered, his arms strained with how strongly he pulled her to him.
' and when you utter my name so pathetically...' he added hearing her breathe out his name with the same sorrow,
'I know you need me. And it only scathes me more,'
' it causes my blood to boil,' he continued on, his brows drawn down south as he curled his fingers down to her flesh, his nails digging through her uniform.
he could feel a deep scathing bubbling within him as he kept her still in his arms.
He despised the feeling of her pressed against him, much more every bit of him that melted into her.
And he hated with a passion how little he could do to ease her, how she'd yet to fall under his spell completely.
'If it were Jojo here...' He started, inhaling the smell of her sweet-smelling hair which held the same fragrance as sweet, dried flowers, 'You would have melted, would you have not?' He thought to himself, pressing her onto his body the most he could, the intimacy of their fitting figures causing his skin to riddle with little bumps.
'Perhaps you would have forgotten your sorrow... instead, loving the tender moment, would you have not?' he asked himself, thinking he knew her too well.
'I am not Jojo...nonetheless, cry into my arms, fall onto me more,' He silently told her, seeing her do so without any say as she found comfort in his hold.
'Whisper my name more...search for solace within me... because unlike he, I will find a way to rid you of your sorrows so only I will be left.
So only I may control those pestering tears,' he mused, holding her tightly.
(f/n) remembered with fondness how protectively he'd held her, as well as how tightly he'd pulled her until she calmed, something that convinced her that he cared.
It was then that she remembered yet another memory from long ago, going far back in time into the first instance she'd felt any warmth for him,
'When we were children still...
When you first cornered me and I felt fear...
Dio...I remember then that you'd mentioned something that I've only thought of just now:
You'd mentioned a desire to be loved, as well as a want for my own care.
It's safe to say that now, I feel care.
And I do feel love for you as well.
However, along with those feelings, I also feel something there that I try not to think of too much,' She thought while swallowing down thickly at the little daring feeling that caused her heart to loudly drum.
'Would you feel as much resentment as I feel towards myself If I were to admit to you that during all this time there's been a blossoming feeling within my chest for you?
Would you feel disgusted at knowing that it's beginning to challenge my love for Jonathan?
Would you think I am disgusting?
Would you find me to be just as revolting as Madam Sophronia finds me to be?
I try not to dwell upon this growing sentiment, however... I can only do so much. I can only push it down until I let my guard down again.
Jojo ...
Dio...
I...
I've loved Jojo for so many years.
I've shared so much with him... However, the mere thought of Dio makes my heart jump.
It's invading. It's frightening.
It's yet to grow just as large, or even close to as fierce, but it's there, nestled within me...
A desire for him...
A strange sweetness that lingers...'
At the sight of (f/n)'s expression dulling Agatha placed her hands on (f/n)'s shoulders, a gentle kiss laid at the crown of the young woman's head,
"Whether it be master Jonathan or master Dio, They would be fortunate to have your heart," She encouraged, being granted a small smile in return, one that was somewhat lukewarm and troubled as the young maid began to unravel plenty of dormmate feelings she'd repressed.
Pairing(s) : Dio x Reader x (somewhat ) Jonathan | Part 1 Phantom blood | word count: 2562
Pt. 1 : Pudding
Part. 2 | Silver Tongue Fiend
The door closed before her, her young heart already yearning for the next day to arrive, all so she could see the Joestar,
‘Oh Jonathan, your touch has gotten warmer.
And your hands...your hands have grown larger,’ She mused, thinking back to how tenderly he held her.
‘I can feel the strength that lingers there in your hold, and It makes me feel safe and cherished,’
With a sweet smile she turned, her (e/c) colored eyes set onto the dim corridor, unsuspecting of what lurked within the darkness, her mind fully preoccupied with the thought of the azure eyed teen.
‘I feel...well, like a woman,’ She added with a touch of rose gracing her.
Before she could take another step, a familiar voice stopped her from proceeding,
" Sneaking about…” It said lowly, catching the young female off guard, causing both her sweet smile as well as the contents of her stomach to instantly drop in that very utter of words.
In that very instance she paled, and her heart stayed still, desiring more than anything in the world for the soft mutter to be just her imagination and nothing more.
Anxious wait, she held in her breath, hoping to not hear anything else beyond the darkness. But a deep chuckle then rumbled throughout the hall, crushing the barley flickering hope within her startled heart.
With widely peeled (e/c) colored eyes she released a shuttered breath as she heard the sound of slow steps approach,
"Dio," she said airily, becoming wide-eyed as he revealed himself.
Backing up, her hold on the cup and spoon tightened as she brought it to her chest, not knowing what else to do.
"(F/n), sweet (f/n)," He addressed her, "You do know a proper young woman shouldn't be sneaking her way into a man's chamber so late at night, Yes?" he said with a hidden sly grin, having rounded the corner where he'd lay hidden, having waiting all along for her to step out from the other male's room.
"And for such a prolonged amount of time, nearly an hour has passed," he informed her, tapping at his wrist with a tisking sound.
"Perhaps more," He added with a huff.
" I just wonder why..." he started, " Why JoJo would need you to accompany him at such a ghastly hour," he continued, a soft, low hum following his words.
The low lighting was bright enough for her to be able to see him, her (e/c) eyes focused on his sharp rubies and the heated glare he aimed at her whilst he questioned her.
And inside she could feel her stomach twist,
'Oh no… if he tells Mr. Joestar...not only will I be in a heap of trouble...but JoJo as well,' she thought with distraught.
'And he'll no doubt punish him worse!' she added, knowing just how harsh the man could be on his own son.
It was then that Dio’s red eyes caught sight of the gleaming silver of the spoon and chuckling, he stepped closer, the approach making her step back more, afraid of what he might do.
She was an inch from Jonathan's door, desiring nothing more than to run back to him, away from the blonde male she felt mistrusting of.
As for Dio, he hadn't truly thought they'd reached such an intimate relationship, and yet he was willing to play as though they were.
It wasn't as though he'd actually believed the young Joestar was capable of such a thing, and the same thing was said about the young maid. He was, however, certain she was a soft spot for Jonathan, which in turn was easy picking for the devilish blonde. That alone made it all the reason he needed to probe at their chaste relationship, muddying it as filthy as he could.
Everything...he was willing to take everything from the Joestar.
'Which includes you,' he thought to himself as he eyed the girl.
He felt even more amusement as he caught sight of the silverware, his eyes trailing back up to her startled face, attentive to the growth of her (e/c) eyes as she became aware of his discovery.
"I see," he murmured, " A naughty little thing you are," he said with mock play, "You must be well aware father forbade the servants, which includes yourself, to let our dear Jojo have dessert, right?" He asked her.
' How delightful,' he mused as he watched her swallow down a caught lump within her throat, 'Without knowing it she's fallen into my hand, ' He continued on, another step advanced towards her, and within just a few moments having cornered her, blocking her path from escape.
She gawked, trying to defend herself, but not knowing how she could do so with saving both herself and Jonathan as well.
Instinctively she looked down at the silverware, her brows furrowed deeply.
Helplessly, she could feel her body quiver, involuntarily raking with shakes as she felt his sharp eyes firmly fixed on her.
'I'm sorry Jonathan. ' She thought with remorse, ' If I hadn't been such a fool..such a stubborn fool and search for you...' she trailed off, knowing she was to blame.
More than anything, she wanted to run back to him and have him hold her tight,
'I'm So Sorry,' She repeated again, knowing she couldn't just retreat back to him, because it would only make matters worse.
'Dio...'
She’d never dare speak a word to him aside from anything that pertained to her required duties. She did her best to keep her distance from the menacing male, knowing fully well he wasn’t one to be taken lightly.
Jonathan never spoke with ill will towards his new brother, but even then she could tell there was a thick tension, and moreover with subtle speak, the Joestar pleaded for her to not get too close.
It was never voiced...but she could tell.
'And it must be for a reason,' She reminded herself, having noted the cold air he walked with, as well as the icy manner he treated his brother.
'I'm supposed to steer clear of him,' She added, biting her inner cheek with disdain.
She was supposed to distance herself from him, and yet, here she was
….trapped, alone with the guy she was to avoid.
" (F/n), dear...You know you'd be punished for such disobedience," Dio added, making her jump as his fingers caught hold of her chin, forcing her to look up at him and meet his gaze.
She suddenly felt numb, stilled stiffly as he made her look up to him,
" To think, father's opened up his home to you," he reminded her, " He's been gracious and kind with you (f/n), " He added.
"Yet you betray him?" He added, a small crease to his brows as he asked her in a more innocent tone, guilting her.
The sharp edge to the blonde male seemed to be driven away by a look of soft humility coupled with disappointment that made her want to sink into the ground, ashamed. He went from sour to sweet in just a moment, and though it did confuse her, she was also rattled by it, her own emotions mixed and muddy.
Guilt, fear, pain, regret, she was anchored by all of them.
She didn't know what to say, her (e/c) eyes beginning to tear up instead,
'I've disobeyed Mr. Joestar. I've just essentially broken his trust.
I've also dragged Jonathan with me. Jonathan whose only been kind as well, whose only shown to have my best interests in mind. '
The blonde could see the tears bubbling, and with a small sigh, he spoke, "But I see... it's because of such a gentle heart," he told her, smiling at her sweetly.
"I understand, trust that I do," he went on, "You cannot stand to see JoJo harmed, not in any way," he said to her, "I see why you'd go to such length, and risk your own honor...Risk your own well being." He said pandering to her.
Sighing softly as he stepped back an inch, shaking his head, “ I notice many things… such as the fact that you’re not too fond of me,” he voiced out with a trembling softness that surprised her.
And at that her ears perked.
Through her eyes he seemed hurt, as though kicked, and it made her heart soften.
“I am well aware,” he added, gazing at her, gifting her a small smile, all while he innocently peered his eyes towards hers, the sharpness to them dissipated.
“But even then,” he continued, “ I wouldn't be callous enough to put you in harm's way, " he told her with what she was being convinced was sincerity.
"Never would I dream of doing such a thing," he said softly.
He turned from her, not letting her see the snide smirk he hid as he continue to speak, " You always run from me, as though you harbor a sort of hate towards me, all of which I am willing to understand." He voiced,
" I am, of course, nothing but a bastard…
A filthy rat picked from the streets…” he went on beginning to retreat.
He heard her gasp, and he could only imagine the immediate swarm of pity she felt for him and his self-loathing speech. Foolishly she followed him as he walked further, now, both standing halfway through the hallway, away from Jonathan's chamber,
“Dio...” he heard her utter, and as he heard the sweetness in her voice he held in a chuckle, instead, continuing on with his ruse,
“I feel so lighthearted now, having expressed the hurt I feel...so much so that I feel bold enough to admit that I actually feel tenderness for you," he spoke, turning to her finally, seeing the effects of his act take its toll on her.
He could see the lightness in her expression that was easy to read, fueling him more with certainty,
"From the very moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I could do nothing but care for you, desire for you to always welcome me,"
'As if…' he thought to himself, 'As if I'd crawl from out of the filth I can from ...only to fix my eyes on such a lowly scum.
I want nothing more than that fortune...To take everything from Jonathan Joestar...which would happen to include you as well. ' he added, having to bite back the words.
"Tenderness…?" She asked with a touch of surprise.
His words so far had made her defenses drop, and the mention of such a thing caused her to become exposed furthermore.
" Where I'm from, being Oh so gentle and sweet as you are is a death sentence. I have to hide myself from the world, show a facade of strength and independence… when truly I desire nothing more than to be loved.
Than to be accepted."
" Oh Dio, " She said with a soft smile, her shoulders visibly dropping in a relaxed state. "I was not aware," she added.
She had begun to believe he had a hardened heart, but hearing the weakness in his voice, the gentleness which seemed to be there, she was coming to believe that perhaps Dio Brando was misunderstood.
"Perhaps I may seem callous, but I desire you no harm (f/n)," he started, the sweet facade of a gentle lamb perfectly played, " Not to you or my brother JoJo... Needless to say, this will be between us," he assured her.
" Jonathan and I may not properly see eye to eye, but I do hope that changes soon. I've always wanted a brother…" he said softly, " I've always wanted a true, a happy family, and since my dear father passed away I have had nothing but that dream which i thought could only be a fantasy,"
Far from the truth, and a blatant lie, but he knew what needed to be said to strike her, even if he bubbled with spite at even thinking of his cursed father.
" Seeing you…
Alone…
with no else but yourself and the generosity the Joestars have given you…
I see much of myself in you. I know that something like this, little as it may be, would cause father to lose trust in you. "
Nodding, she listened on.
" And yet… you chose to go against him, all for JoJo." He spoke, " You truly care for him, all to a degree It astonishes me," he added quietly.
" I can only hope that one day, you'd care for me just as much,"
Stepping closer to her, he watched as she stood still, her face filled with sweet understanding he couldn't bear to watch.
But at the least, she seemed calm, pacified by him and so utterly trusting in his words,
" I can tell by your eyes, that your heart knows these words to be true, yes? " He asked.
"I believe you Dio," she said with the same smile, nodding. "And please… Dio, don't express yourself in such a manner," she begged him.
"You were right to say I've been avoiding you…
But hearing you now, I know I've been unjust with you, treating you so unkindly when you've never given me reason too…
It's all been in my head, and there is no justification for it, I just hope you forgive me," she told him with true sincerity.
" There is no need for forgiveness, " he told her, " I don't hold anything against you. I only hope that you please be more cautious,"
He dared to reach for her, his hands touching hers gently, not quite grasping her, but barely grazing his palms, " Please?" he asked her, making her nod instantly.
Strangely enough, he felt warm, his touch almost as sweet as Jonathan's, and it made her face begin to glow.
Nervously she spoke, " I swear to you,"
"Good. And I assure you, I won't mention a word to this to anyone else, it will be just a secret between you and I," he said with a small, playful smile, a sly wink sent to her as well.
He brought up his pinkie wagging it in front of her. "What do you say? Would you trust me? "
Exited she linked her own with his, beaming at him, "Of course Dio,"
Chuckling he continued to grin, " Now, I think it's best we both head back to our chambers, " he advised with a hushed voice.
"Of course," she nodded, still clutching the cup close,
"Ah, and Goodnight Dio," she said with a sweet upturn, her (e/c) eyes shining with happiness. "Sweet dreams," she added with an innocent look to her gems that mirrored her heart.
He continued to smile until she drew farther away, far from him.
Watching her retreat, blending with the darkness of the night, he sneered, the bitter taste of blood in his mouth.
All the while he'd had to clamp onto it, digging into the flesh as he spoke with her,
"Wrecked girl, forcing me to say such things, forcing me to lower myself …" he muttered darkly as he weaved himself through the darkness.
Harshly, he whipped his hands onto his pant's leg, wanting to erase the feeling of her finger intertwined with his in such an intimate way. Furthermore, he cleaned his palms of her filthy servant's hands, not liking the softness he'd come in contact with.
