#ercnard sieghart

this once gave me an idea for a clash between him and Sieghart. the setup was that Sieghart, despite being a cocky little bastard, was dead serious about throwing down with Dio, clearly showing all his aversion toward demons. maybe Dio turns out to be stronger, but he's not actually trying to fight for real, instead, he subtly tries to break the stereotypes in Sieghart's head and show that demons are capable of "mercy" too. so Dio pins Sieghart down and punishes him, but... well, you know the ways

i was hoping that one day we could bring something like that to life in a collab, but if that doesn't happen after all, i'd absolutely love to read it in your masterful writing. plus you haven't written ticklish sieg yet 👀 and again, happy anniversary to you, you are one of the cool oases in this tumblr desert. may you be not devastated ever. love you fabinski

I want to strangle you for requesting me DioSieg arghhhhh

Thank you for stopping by and for supporting me in the long run, Val! I definitely want to make something better to collab with you and, even when you avoid me at all costs, I will make it happen some day!!

The loud metallic sound from their weapons colliding echoed across the whole place, over and over again. Their clashing was followed by gasps and grunts filled with distress and annoyance, the whole fight looking a little too serious for just a sparring session.

Dio stepped back after blocking another hit, nearly losing his footing with the impact of Sieghart's blow. Dio could feel the murderous intent behind the strike — if he hadn't blocked it, his head would probably be laying somewhere else, detached from his body by now.

This was going too far, it was getting personal at that point. "Enough, human," Dio growled, standing back on his feet. "If you wanted an actual fight, you'd have asked for one in the first place. It's a waste of time to keep this on— agh!"

"Shut it!" Sieghart hissed, seemingly more annoyed by the fact that Dio didn't consider their conflict real until now. He clenched his hands around the hilt of his sword, pressing it as hard as he could against Dio's scythe. "Get out of my sight if you can't fight me for real!"

"You—" Dio pressed his jaw shut, almost falling for the taunt like Sieghart wanted him to. No, he told himself, they agreed to call a truce until the search in The Abyss was over. He couldn't, not yet. "Know your place!" Dio yelled, using his claw to disarm Sieghart and push the immortal down to the ground.

The loud thud lifted some of the dust off the floor, both Sieghart and Dio panting quietly until everything seemed to settle around them. Dio had one of Sieghart's hands trapped under his knee and the other pinned against the ground, making sure none of them would manage to reach their weapons.

"H-hah, I knew it," Sieghart scoffed, barely managing to arch his back off the ground, "you were holding yourself back, you bastahar— aHAh?! W-whaahat are you doho— ack, s-stohop it! Gehet your hahand off meheh!"

"Oh? I didn't expect it to actually work," Dio chucked, amused as Sieghart began to thrash and writhe under his grip. After an afternoon fighting against each other, it was tickling that Sieghart struggled with? "Pathetic," Dio teased under his breath, slowly dragging his claw across Sieghart's stomach, gently tracing over the fabric of his shirt.

Sieghart kicked his feet and planted his heels on the ground, trying to push Dio off him or just move away from the tickling, but lacked the strength to do so. After all that effort, the tiredness was finally get to him — at the worst time possible. "Y-yohou ahare pathehetic! Lehet me gohoh!"