#dio brando fic

[gingernut1314]

Follow pt. 2

Dio Brando x F!Oc

Summary: Elise has been following Dio around Liverpool for weeks. A stalking that has not gone unnoticed by him.

Warnings: light stalking, canon typical violence (pushing, threats of death and harm), name-calling, takes place during JJBA part 1

Word Count: 1.9K

Setlist: Dio x Elise playlist

Tag list: @cinnbar-bun @lostfirefly

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Elise followed Dio. 

She had been following him for weeks now, watching his every move.

She needed to know him. Needed to figure out just the right way to introduce herself to him. 

Elise couldn’t just walk up to him. No…no that would be utterly preposterous. 

So she kept herself in the shadows as she followed him through the city of Liverpool, keeping far enough away she could always turn and pretend to be minding her own business. 

Elise noticed he hardly talked to the city boys constantly surrounding him. Boys who shouted every word they spoke and shoved each other around like a bumbling collection of barbarians. 

Dio remains voiceless. Calm. His every step was filled with a confidence that seemed to come to him oh so naturally. A confidence that poured from his very aurora. Confidence that only heightened that power Elise saw shimmering in his golden eyes every time she caught a glimpse of them. 

The only time she ever saw him speak was when that Joestar boy was mentioned. Then he had much to say. Such belittling and harsh things. Things he used in comparison to his achievements. 

However, as soon as those oafs that followed him around like a herd of mutts began to agree and raise him up, Dio would go silent again. Silent despite the storm raging within his golden eyes. Eyes so full of hellfire and loathing it almost always stole the very breath from Elise’s lungs.

Even in his wrathful moments, he was beautiful. 

As the clock struck five, Dio’s swarm of oafs dissipated and he began his trek home as he usually did. Elise was quick to follow behind, keeping further away than she had been in the city, seeing as the way home was a mere road surrounded by a few trees and grassy planes. 

Elise had just made it to the beginning of the pond the path wound around when a gaggle of giggling girls rushed past, knocking into Elise. Her handbag had hardly hit the ground before she grabbed the nearest girl in an iron-like vice. The girl gave a pained screech at the grip Elise had on her.

“Let me--”

“You best watch where you are going.” Elise grit, willing her green eyes to sharpen into deadly blades. 

“We were just having a bit of fun.” The girl said with a roll of her eyes, going to yank her wrist from Elise’s hold only for Elise to double down in her grip, pulling her closer. 

“Shall we have some more fun then?” Elise asked, voice growing ever colder. The girl’s eyes widened as she fought to gain her wrist back. Her friends called her name in question but Elise’s grip never gave in. “How about we play a game? I will give you, oh let's say to the count of three to apologize for being so utterly careless and if you do not apologize I will break your wrist.” 

“W-what? Let me go!” The girl shrieked, a noise that grated on Elise’s every last nerve. 

“As soon as you apologize,” Elise said, her grip growing tighter and making pain flash high in the girl's eyes. “One…two--”

“Okay! I am sorry! Let me go!” The girl screamed just as her friend came over, ready to defend her. Elise let her go and the girl clutched her wrist to her chest, whipping around to rush away. 

“What just happened?” One asked, as the girl bumped into her in her fearful panic. 

“Nothing. Let us go home.” The girl rushed off, and with a quick glance towards the glaring Elise’s way, her friends rushed off after her. 

Elise huffed in her utter irritation, finding Dio had disappeared from her sight during all that hubbub. She reached down, swiping up her handbag from the dirt path. Her journey home continued as she wiped the dirt and dust it had collected off. 

“Did that poor, stupid girl truly deserve all that?” A smooth voice asked her as she began passing by a collection of trees. 

Elise paused. 

Her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest. Her stomach twisted. 

She knew that voice. A voice she had only heard from afar before but one she had committed to memory. 

When she turned her eyes to gaze upon his majesty, her heart all but stopped in her chest. 

Dio Brando stood there, leaning against the rough bark of one of the trees beside the path. His golden eyes, ones she had wished and prayed to look upon her were trained intently on her now. Golden eyes that were all too calm and guarded as they took in her features. 

“And you would not have done the same had such an immature thing disrespected you as such?” 

“No. I would not have.” Dio responded quickly, pushing himself off the tree in such fluid grace Elise had never seen before. Elise’s breath caught in her throat as he grew closer, leaning down so that those sharp golden eyes of his could bear directly into her own. “I would not have given her a countdown before snapping her wrist in two.” 

Elise’s heart restarted in a flurry. Her cheeks heated and her lips parted on a shaky inhale of breath. 

Dio smelled of labdanum and vanilla. Warm and sweet and slightly woodsy. It was a scent that filled Elise’s very soul. A scent she would not soon forget and one she was already calculating in her head which shops in the city might sell. 

“As I should do your own for following me as you have been.” Elise blinked at his statement. Not at the threat of harm her way but--He…he knew she had been following him?

Of course, he knew. 

She must be as dimwitted as those girls who had run into her to think he would not catch her in the act. 

“I assure you, I have not done so out of any ill will,” Elise spoke, her voice growing quiter in her growing embarrassment. 

“Oh? Is that so?” Dio’s smooth voice questioned. Elise kept oh so still as Dio began circling her like a predator would do its prey. “Tell me; you are that pesky Pendleton girl’s sister, correct?” Elise felt her eyes prick in anger at the mention of her younger sister. 

“I am.” She said, unable to keep her voice from sharpening the slightest bit. “And you are that bleeding heart Joestar’s adopted brother.” Dio paused just behind her. She could physically feel that hellfire which burned in his eyes all put seeping out of him. 

“You understand I do not believe you wish me no harm. Not when your dear sister is fraternizing with my dear brother.” Elise could feel the brush of his breath against the shell of her ear as he spoke. It was a ghost of a touch that sent her body buzzing and heart fluttering all over again. “You following me for three weeks makes me believe Jonathan must have had his sweetheart tell you to do so.” 

“And what would they have me do exactly?” Elise asked, her voice coming out as a mere whisper. 

“You tell me.” The sudden grip Dio had around Elise’s wrist pulled the smallest sound of shock from her lips. Had her whipping around to face him and all his stunning glory. Face the bloody threats he was stabbing into her with those sharp eyes. “Shall I give you to the count of three before I snap your wrist or should we skip right to it?” 

He looked heavenly. 

Oh just how divine he looked standing over her like this. Looking at her like he wanted to murder her. 

Power. 

It was just a show of all the strength he held at his command and Elise needed to be under its protect. 

“If you must know,” Elise said, some how having the will to find her own voice against her storming heart and drying mouth. “I have been following you because I cannot help it.” Dio’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening. 

“What?” 

“I…I saw you when I moved back home. I could not sleep and went for a walk and--” She took another shuddering breath in as she thought back to that night. To Dio walking under the moonlight looking like some fallen god. “If--if I may be blunt?” Dio’s golden eyes scanned over her features, still guarded and ready for whatever attack he had expected before. Eyes which now held--uncertainty in them. Confusion as to what she was going on about. 

��Go on then.” 

“I feel in my heart you are destined for something more. Something I wish to aid you in.” Dio continued to watch her in that angered confusion. Continued to try and find her motives. 

“And how would a sniveling girl like you do such a thing when I need no aid besides the aid I give myself?”

“I have been known to…dabble…in fourtune telling.” Dio let her wrist go in a bellowing laugh. A laugh that Elise found herself enraptured with. 

“You have wasted my time, girl. Fortune telling.” He continued to laugh. He laughed so hard a bit of his usually pristinely kept hair came undone, falling across his forehead.

Elise kept still. Kept quiet as she watched him. Because even when he showed mockery and unbelieving, she had seen the look in his eyes. A look past his anger that showed that need to know. To have his future secured in such a way. 

“That Joestar boy is holding you back somehow. I’ve seen it and you are working to rid yourse--” Before Elise could finish her thought, Dio grabbed hold of her cheeks with his hand in a bruising hold, baring his rising anger into her. 

“You will cease your jabbering.” He all but roared in her face, his anger escaping its cage and spewing forth like some raging river. “You will cease your following of me or I shall do more than break your wrist. I will take you over to that pond just there and hold you down until you cease to exist.” Elise’s breath halted in her lungs. 

Biting cold water invaded her mouth and eyes and nose and throat. 

Breathe, breathe, breathe! Her body commanded yet could not obey.

Dark, cold hands crept their way closer and closer to her. 

Clawed hands. 

Death’s hands.

Survive, survive, survive!

Dio shoved Elise back as he released her. A push hard enough to send her falling onto her rear, her breath growing ever more heavy in her chest and tears burning at her eyes. Tears that had nothing to do with the small hurts blooming over her skin.

The sun cast a golden halo around Dio’s wrathful form. 

God. 

He was a god. 

He had the power to keep her safe from death’s cold hands and the power to guide those very hands to find her throat.

And Elise could not help but adore him. Need him. The small love she had been harboring for him only grew with every hissing word and harsh promise he made.

Dio watched her for a moment longer, looking as if he was trying to wrangle back his anger before continuing on his way home. Elise stayed down in the dirt and watched him go. She watched him until he had long since disappeared from sight. 

Elise pulled herself to her feet once the fear coursing through her veins subsided. Once her breath evened out and her eyes stopped burning. She brushed her blue dress off before following down the path he had taken home.

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[jeonseoguu]

excerpt:

“And you feel like you’ll die if he touches you one more time. And he asks you what’s wrong, and you tell him the truth, and he smiles at you. He looks just like the sun. He looks more like the sun than the sun does.”

*this is fanart !!!*

fic title: nothing like the sun

by: @succubused

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22273198

[cannedbananabread]

skill issue honestly, he just needs my love and affection

[yandere-wishes]

Who are your fav authors on here, why and what are your fav fics from them?

Anon, I don't think you're aware of the beast you've just unleashed!

So strap in cause this is going to be long.

Right off the bat, we have, @thefudge. I'm trying so hard not to sound like a deranged fangirl right now. But trust me when I say that I am OBSESSED with every single thing they write! I have read their fics SO SO many times and It's impossible to pick a single favorite one. So here are my top 5

Waiting for the barbarians

Within you is everything I am

I won't be these clothes I burn

His little dead wife 

god complex

Honestly, guys go check out their work they have so many stories spanning countless fandoms. They're literally the ones that got me into Star Wars in the first place! @thefudge I SWEAR I'm not a crazy fangirl, I just really love your writing and works!!

@yandere-romanticaa goes without saying, I've been a HUGE fan of Ana's since literally forever. She was actually one of the Yandere blogs that inspired me to start writing on Tumblr. Again I can't pick just one of her works I love so here's a top 5 list

Wanna Be yours 

Yandere! William Moriarty 

Yandere! Miguel O'hara

Yandere! Nikolai #1 and #2

Yandere! Dazai comparisons

She writes for so many fandoms and updates very frequently. She's also such an amazing and fun person so hearing her stories is always a treat!! Love you lots bestie!!

@fragileheartbeats is another amazing author I love her frigid aesthetic and how it adds a layer of etherealness to all her stories. Her scenarios are magical and written in such a way they evoke such sweet feelings. Honestly reading her stories makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket with hot chocolate watching as the snow silently falls outside. 

Cute little things that melt their hearts (jjk) 

White Swan (jjk) 

How it feels to be loved by them (jjk) 

First kiss (jjk) 

When they become dads (jjk) 

These five are my TOP FAV works from her they're honestly so well-written and utterly adorable!! Guys I'm not kidding go follow her, she is literally my wify!!

@irresistible-revolution

I'm new to their work. BUT "A Coffin Made of Glass" is so beautifully written. It's dead dove yet so utterly bewitching. It takes place in the space between famous Star Wars scenes and gives a more in-depth view of the character's actions and sentiments. 

@spacexseven, omg where do I even begin? Okay, so they just have such a natural way with words. Their stories flow SO smoothly it's honestly astonishing! They've written two Childe fics, "Broken Vows" and "Mandatory Obligations" that I'm wholly obsessed with. The dialogue they write also feels so natural and forthcoming, it's absolutely enticing!!

@rrairey another author whose work I've recently gotten into!! If you're a Sukuna fan then her blog is the place to go. 

Love

Sukuna vs Plushie (a literal BANGER!!)

Gojo vs Plushie

Trust

Bracelet

Seriously, go check out her work!! The way she writes dialogue between the characters and the reader is so utterly perfect. It makes you feel as if you are right there saying those exact words. The scenarios (although) fictional feel so real thanks to her wonderful writing style. 

@dear-yandere needs no introduction, she's a staple in the yandere community. Her stories always blend love and creepiness to a perfect extent. Can I take a moment to just appreciate how poetic and GORGEOUS all her stories are?? Like seriously!! "Almost god" is my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME!! And don't even get me started on "Cry for Me"!! 

This turned out long I don't think anyone was expecting an essay. To be honest I consume more fanfics than published books nowadays so I guess it's a given to have such a long list. 

[inkyclone99]

Hunter sees a man in his dreams.

His face drenched in darkness, blood all over his white shirt and the deepest bloody cut he had ever seen surrounding his neck.

A scary vision, a terrifying figure.

But…when he sees the man…he feels calm. He feels like he is with an older vod, like 99.

The man holds him, looks at him with a familiarity in his widened eyes. It’s like he knew Hunter his entire life, and wanted to protect him forever.

Hunter was just a cadet. He had never seen a natborn so…closely. He had no idea who that man was, and why he felt safe at such big and horrific vision.

He knew that man would keep him safe whenever they were close. He could feel comfortable and trust…

Even if there was always a skull with the man, haunting him like a ghost.

Perhaps…that’s where he got the idea.

“You are the strongest vod I’ve ever met!”

Dio saw the boy when he was wide awake.

He couldn’t sleep in the coffin. He couldn’t dream. For almost a century he hadn’t been able to rest. Because the haunting of the skull kept him up.

But whenever he saw the boy, and the boy talked to him so excitedly…he felt like he was seeing a light in the eternal darkness.

He didn’t knew who the boy was, he never saw an uniform like that, he didn’t understand what he talked most of the time.

Though, the boy was familiar. And comforting.

Something in his eyes…

Whenever the boy disappeared, Dio could just hope these sweet hallucinations would come back soon, so he didn’t feel alone.

[gncgang]

It was all up to him, he thought as he kept his eyes closed and pulled his arm back. Up to him, he thought as he reached for something deep inside him and the star on his shoulder throbbed, telling him, now, now. Up to him, he thought as something older inside him woke up.

 His fist opened. Star Platinum caught The World’s leg. His stomach growled.

 The blood in Jotaro’s eyes was gone, and he could taste iron.

Another fic set in @goatpaste‘s Pillar Fam AU!!! based on THIS lovely art that i want to eat every time i look at it

[p123apples]

Jojo is bizzaree

i just got into jjba. And the shiity humor wildly resonates with mine.i am currently through 34 episodes of part3: stardust crusaders

if i had to pick a fav,it has to be either jotaro or joseph. Dio was cool but i am excited to see his full potential at the end of stardust crusaders.we will see what happens.

Can someone suggest some fics featur8ng jotaro , dio or joseph? My expectations is that it has to have some depth,cool elements smut and no grammatical errors.Wish me luckk

[mordenandmerry]

Hear me out: a Phantom Blood au based on the Jekyll & Hyde musical

Basically, Jonathan would be Jekyll and Dio would be Hyde, with the potion being replaced by the stone mask. Erina would play the role of Emma, and Speedwagon in the role of Utterson. I was also thinking of having Zeppeli as Sir Danvers. Lisa’s role would be split between other characters because she doesn’t really have a direct translation in Phantom Blood

I don’t know if this is too niche but I love combining my interests it makes me so happy

[gingernut1314]

Survive - Masterlist

Dio Brando x F!Oc x Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Warnings: canon typical violence, unhealthy relationships, fear of death, allies to lovers, friends to lovers, begins in JJBA part 1

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Guide:

🧨 = NSFW ✔️ = Competed ⏳ = Coming Soon 🖋️= Ongoing

A-Side: (Full "Dio x Elise" Playlist)

Desire

Rule #34

Me and the Devil

Abbey

B-Side: (Full "Speedwagon x Elise" Playlist)

Places We Won't Walk

Grow as We Go

Evergreen

Strawberry

Get to know the Oc: Elise Pendleton

Survive: 🖋️

ᥫ᭡ Part 1: Survive {2.7K}

ᥫ᭡ Part 2: Follow {1.9K}

Extras/Out of order parts:

ᥫ᭡ Companion {2K} - {Speedwagon x Elise} : can be read between part 1 and 2

ᥫ᭡ Cold {2.9K} - {Speedwagon x Elise} : takes place later in main story, suggested reading after main parts & companion

[makiswirl]

hey! don’t cry (holds out my hand to you) fleshbudded jotaro and kakyoin misadventures fic

After a few moments of going back and forth with himself, Jotaro tears out one of the pages and, to the best of his ability in the absence of light in his room, scrawls down a note in English:

Left and got an early plane to Egypt. Be back in a few days. I’ll take care of it.

And he leaves it on the nightstand by his futon.

–- Dio’s plan is different. It’s less about Heaven, and more about power; including how Stand users play into it.

Jotaro goes after him in the hopes of saving his mother by himself. To an extent, he fails.

Word Count: 12,321

Rating: Mature (described gore/violence, swearing, implied suicidal ideations)

Fandom(s): ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

[itsamedebression]

POV: Him (your fave male character), picks up your teeny tiny frame, but then he breathes too hard and you're accidentally sent billowing across the room and your small spindly limbs violently smash and twist in sixty different ways, leaving you softly whimpering in unimaginable agony so then he has to spoonfeed you back to health, but using a pinpoint carved into the shape of a spoon via lasers, because normal ones are just too big and you're hoisted up onto the fireplace with duct tape because you're too short for the bed, uWu.

[cannedbananabread]

JJBA Reader-Insert One Shot Requests

Hello everyone!!

So a while ago I posted my latest little project on my ao3 and I mentioned that I was also intending posting it on my tumblr, so here is the rather belated post about my reader insert one shot collection, oops.

So please feel free to leave me any of your requests for one shots of your fave JoJo characters here, in my ask box, or over on my ao3, I have a more extensive list of rules and details posted there, but for convenience, here's the condensed version:

All characters must be aged up

No explicit non-con, dub-con is fine

Only characters in parts 1-6 (one day I will read part 7 but that day is not today)

No character x character pairings, I am a shameless x reader writer, BUT if you want me to write your OC as the reader, that's fine so long as you give me enough information to write them accurately, keep in mind that all stories will still be written in the 2nd person POV though

Only afab readers for smut (that's what I am familiar with, so please bear with me, once I get more practice writing other kinds of readers, I'll be more open to including them, but I'm still just dipping my toes back into writing)

Even though I am posting this here, everything will always be posted to my ao3 first, I do intend to eventually post them here as well, I am just very lazy about tumblr lol

Finally, requests are first come, first serve, so I have a few requests lined up already and because I literally cannot shut up, it takes me a while to get through each one (since I usually write 5-10K words per), but I'm probably just going to leave requests open indefinitely, so feel free to make a request, I love playing with these silly characters and just generally being weird on the internet

Happy requesting and feel free to leave me as much detail as you want, I aim to please. I should also mentioned that while anticipate all or most of these requests will be NSFW because, well, that's what I write, it doesn't have to be. I also frequently write diabolical angst!

I'm sure if you're familiar with me at all, it's probably from my Dio x reader fic, Future Games (which I am still very actively working on), so you will know that I am nothing if not dedicated to writing Women in STEM (tm) and Dio as soft and mushy as you guys will let me get away with because I am very not normal about him, but I am trying to expand my horizons with some of my other faves and hopefully some of yours too, thus, this little project was born! Anyway, thanks for always letting me indulge my silly little ideas, I have many plans for 2025, some of which hopefully involve being consistent with writing!

[monster-energies]

dio brando/reader - this is what is feels like

posted: 06.07.2024

“you’re…not hungry dio?” you asked him. dio looked back to you, shaking his head. “my appetite has yet to sink in y/n. you still look quite famished my darling. all of this is for you…in fact.”  dio grabbed your fork and the next thing you knew he had picked up a dessert of his choosing, he grabbed your hand and had you laid on the sofa. “i see you’re very much dressed for such an occasion; how beautiful you are y/n” he mumbled. dio glanced very briefly at the sheer gown which suited you perfectly. his eyes lingered at your thighs; your body was truly a beautiful thing to him. “well, you requested for me to wear this…didn’t you?” you said, perplexed at the things dio had in store. “oh y/n…you’ve not a single clue of all the plans i have laid out for you.” his tone sensual and smooth. he could frankly smell your blood so fresh. “now then…lay here.” he said.  his eyes trailed all over your body, letting every contour and curve sink in. you were just right for him, the way your body moved, it was a sight so pleasing and somewhat arousing for him. “did you like that my sweet? no need for your answer…i know it was quite pleasant.” dio replied, he chuckled softly as his other hand roved to your waist. you were a sight to behold. his heart pounded; his fangs ached with anticipation as he fed you the molten lava cake bit by bit. as he continued to feed you, his hand caressed your hip as he looked you directly in the eyes. not breaking his gaze for a moment, he found such pleasure in your happiness and your arousals. he was almost certain that he could read your thoughts, you yearned for him just as much as he did. “you’ve finished your second helping of dessert, oh what a good one you are y/n.” dio said. “tell me y/n…do you trust me?” he asked.

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summary: dio always had a soft spot towards you, from the way you lend him your ear, to your obedience. he decides that he will treat you in more than just one simple way

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[jojo-lane]

Dio Brando fic idea where Dio becomes a Glam Metal rockstar after graduating and getting bored of Law school and proceeds to do a real number on the good Joestar name by causing multiple scandals, leading a hedonistic lifestyle and always narrowly managing to avoid arrest somehow thanks to his knowledge of the law.

[hardygalwrites]

FanFiction.Net Link

Anime/Manga: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Part 3: Stardust Crusaders)

Characters: Noriaki Kakyoin, Dio Brando, and an Original Character

Synopsis: “Shhh… Easy, Kakyoin. There is nothing to be afraid of.” Two clawed hands grasped Noriaki by the arms in a shockingly gentle hold, and Noriaki could feel a cold breath caress his ear as the man spoke into it, saying, “Let’s be friends, shall we?”

One cold night in Cairo, Noriaki Kakyoin walks into an ancient ruin and is met with one of the most terrifying men he will ever meet in his young life.

Note: A gift fic for my best friend @the-lupine-sojourner, as a tie in for her fic, "The Ace of Wands and Her User" ^-^

—

Noriaki Kakyoin was not a careless person. He was attentive in his studies, observed the world critically, and was aware of his own limits, making his decisions with care. Even though he was still in high school, both he and his parents considered him to be mature. Naoko would be teasingly quick to point out Noriaki’s more petty tendencies, but she was his twin sister, so that was kind of her job.

The point was, when Noriaki left the hotel to wander about the streets of Cairo at night, he, his parents, and even his sister considered him more than responsible enough to go out alone. He had offered Naoko a chance to come with him, but she declined, the day having left her exhausted.

“Maybe I would be willing to come with if you looked less like a tourist,” she said with a yawn and grin as flopped backwards onto her bed.

“I look good in this and you know it,” Noriaki retorted good naturedly, straightening the collar of his uniform. “And besides–”

“No, stop, don’t give me that student bullshit, especially since we aren’t even at school right now.” Naoko laughed and sat upright to give him a genuine smile. “Seriously though, just go have fun. Maybe we can do something together tomorrow night.”

Noriaki nodded, returning the smile. “All right then. See you tomorrow, sis.” He closed the door to her room behind him as he left.

...That seemed like an age ago.

Cairo was a beautiful place on its own, but tonight, with the full moon shedding its beams upon the ancient city, it was truly breathtaking. Noriaki went from place to place, landmark to landmark, sketching what he could. He made sure he knew where he was so he wouldn’t get lost, and kept an eye out for thieves or other people who might look to do him harm.

Yet all of that seemed to fade away when he found himself drawn to a particular ruin.

“Noriaki Kakyoin…”

The ruin was exposed and open. The moon shone down uninhibited from above. The walls had many open archways built into them. And yet in spite of that, it was as though his name echoed through the ruin, sending chills down Noriaki’s spine.

His spirit appeared at his side, and Noriaki turned sharply. “Who’s–?”

The challenge died in Noriaki’s throat, catching behind his hitched breaths.

Thorny vines sprawled across the ground and walls of the ruin, decorated with many dark red roses. There was a glowing aura to them that lit up the already moon bathed stones with a faint sickly pink, and they almost seemed alive , growing and crawling their way towards Noriaki bit by bit. Two bodies lay on the ground not far from where Noriaki stood now - a man and a woman it looked like, unmoving and already claimed by the thorny vines.

A tree of ice stood tall and gnarled at the end of the ruin. It was from this tree that all the vines and roses seemed to emit, and at the top of the tree, Noriaki swore he saw the shadow of some kind of bird of prey. A falcon maybe, with its wings spread wide as though in challenge.

It was like something out of a story book. A dark, twisted story book.

That was hardly the worst of it, though. Any of this might have given Noriaki a pause, made him stutter, but ultimately not lose his composure. No, it was not the scene before him that had Noriaki’s words and breaths catching in his throat.

It was the man standing at the center of it all.

If ‘man’ was the right word… There was something inherently inhuman about him. He stood shirtless, skin shining like marble beneath the moonlight. There was no wind, yet his hair flowed out in a captivating mane of pale gold. The vines and roses looked to be coming from his body . And what a body it was - bigger and taller than Noriaki could ever hope to be, every muscle from the waist upwards accentuated by the moon’s beams. Yet the way the man held himself, the very aura he gave off, spoke of a power deeper and so much more terrible than just physical.

Even through the shadows obscuring the man’s face, Noriaki could somehow still make out a pair of golden eyes, fixed solely on him .

Noriaki couldn't speak. He couldn’t even breathe . He realized, suddenly, what it must be like for a prey animal to be caught within the sights of a predator. Every part of him wanted to run, wanted to scream, but he couldn’t .

A low chuckle echoed through Noriaki’s very bones.

“What’s the matter?” the man crooned. “You look frightened enough to vomit.”

Noriaki’s guardian spirit disappeared into the depths of his soul. Noriaki took one step back. That was all he could manage.

Oh, god… Oh, god, he really was going to vomit.

Whoever, whatever this man was, whatever his intentions were with him, Noriaki knew that he himself was nowhere near powerful enough to fight back. Even his guardian spirit knew that. Noriaki could feel him in the depths of his soul, amidst the horror and terror, cowering , a reflection of Noriaki’s own desires.

He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t even run. He was completely at the mercy of this– this monster of a man.

The man approached. Noriaki fought for breath. Sharp and desperate gasps were all he could manage. They did nothing to ease his reeling mind.

Oh, god, he was getting closer.

His only other option would be to beg for his life. But Noriaki’s mouth refused to work. Even his knees refused to buckle. All he could do was watch as the man approached closer, and closer, and closer…

Was this it? Was this how it all ended? Noriaki Kakyoin, dead at seventeen. Some people flashed across his mind, three people specifically, but their images and his feelings towards them were marred and muddled by the fear that had taken hold of his very being.

“Shhh… Easy, Kakyoin.” That same baritone voice echoed through Noriaki’s body, speaking from just behind him. “There is nothing to be afraid of.”

Two clawed hands grasped Noriaki by the arms in a shockingly gentle hold, and Noriaki could feel a cold breath caress his ear as the man spoke into it, saying, “Let’s be friends, shall we?”

And just like that, Noriaki’s fear dissipated.

This wasn’t the end. The man was willing to show mercy. He still had a chance to live…!

Like a child being reassured by their parents that they weren’t in trouble, relief filled every fiber of his being that had been left vacant by the fear that had filled him mere moments before. Noriaki gasped, an audible sign of his relief, and collapsed.

The man caught him as he fell, easing him down to his knees, hands still grasping Noriaki’s arms gently. “There we are…”

One hand left his arm, and Noriaki felt an ice cold finger brush up his face. “Relaxed now?”

Noriaki sighed and nodded slightly.

“Good,” the man hummed.

Good, good, the man was pleased. He still had a chance to get out of this. It was all going to be all right.

“Now, Kakyoin…” The finger pulled and tucked a bit of hair behind Noriaki’s ear. “Why don’t you bring your lovely sister here to see me sometime? I’m certain we will all be good friends.”

His sister?

His sister…!

Naoko!

“No…!” Noriaki gasped before he could even think to stop himself.

That sick fear was back in full force, but this time it was split in two. Noriaki still feared the man holding him in this sickeningly comforting hold, god did he still fear him. But the thought of bringing his sister into this dizzying nightmare, the thought of his sister being held by this inhuman being like he himself was now–

“Oh?” the man said, and the soft monosyllable was enough to make Noriaki want to vomit again. “You won’t bring her to me? Even after we have become such good friends…”

The hand on his ear caressed downward until it was around Noriaki’s neck, a gesture that held no threat to it, and yet sent chills down Noriaki’s spine.

“No, please, no,” Noriaki whispered.

Whatever this man wanted with him, whatever this man meant to do with him…

“Please don’t involve her in this, please, I’m begging you.”

The man gave no response.

“I’m- I’m enough. Surely I’m enough...! Whatever you want, I’ll do it, I swear, I’m all that you need, just please don’t bring my sister into it, p-please, I beg you–”

He was rambling now, grasping at anything to satiate the man. Noriaki would have already been pressing his forehead against the ground, groveling, if it didn’t mean pulling himself from the man’s hold.

“You ask for your sister to be left uninvolved,” the man stated, the fingers around Noriaki’s neck idly tracing the contours of his throat.

“Yes, yes, please,” Noriaki gasped. “Please, I’ll do anything…”

“Hmmm.” He was smiling, the man was smiling, Noraki could tell. “Very well. For as much as I can, I will allow you to ensure that she remains uninvolved in our little schemes. Will that be all for you, Kakyoin?”

Those words, crooned into his ear, were enough to bring back that overwhelming sense of relief and reassurance.

Noriaki let out another breath and nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Anything for a friend. Now relax…”

He did. Even as the vines and roses that had been acting as the twisted backdrop to this twisted exchange disappeared in favour of unfamiliar tentacles, even as the tentacles descended on him, driving something wrong and sick and invasive into his skull, Noriaki relaxed.

[ghostysn0w]

Making a DioJona fanfic with multiple chapters with TV girl lyrics and it’ll have two parts like:

“You know where to find me—“

“—And I know where to look.” — this one will be the second part of the series which I haven’t planned yet :]

Here’s the link!!!

Sorry if the summary is a little rushed, I almost forgot to do it but Ill remake it soon :]