#kars fluff

If your sadness inconveniences his plans, he'd dismiss it coldly or manipulate you into redirecting that energy toward his goals.

When you're overflowing with love This is where it gets weird. Dio craves worship. Your uncontrollable adoration would feed his god complex directly

He'd allow it, maybe even lean into it, but he'd never reciprocate in a healthy way. Your tears of joy would be collected like trophies.

He'd never let you leave. Your emotions belong to him now.

If your sadness persists too long, he might decide the world is too cruel for you and try to make you a vampire "for your own good." Your happiness must be with him, about him, because of him But god help anyone who hurts you dios wrath in defense of what's his is biblical.

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Kars.

He doesn't get flustered by human emotion he studies it. He might actually be gentle in a detached way, like how you'd calm a frightened animal. Not out of empathy, but because he finds your reactions interesting. He'd let you burn out, then asks questions "Why does this matter so much to you? Explain the feeling." Your anger might amuse him like a kitten hissing at a lion.

When you're overflowing with love he melts. his eyes go soft in a way that would shock his own people. Your uncontainable adoration is a gift to a being who outlived everyone who ever worshipped him.

He'd let you cry into his neck, his hand huge and warm on your back, He might actually say "I love you" in his language, in the old tongue, in a way that vibrates in your bones. He'd carry you somewhere high, show you the world, and tell you it's yours because you're his.

His love is predatory protection. He'd slaughter armies to keep you from crying. He might decide human society is too harsh and try to keep you in isolation "where you're safe." He doesn't understand moderation if your emotions hurt you, he might try to make you like him to "fix" your fragility. But he'd never, ever abandon you. You're his proof that eternity doesn't have to be lonely.

His "support" is still that of a superior being observing an inferior one. He'd protect you from others, but never truly see you as an equal.

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Kira yoshikage.

He panics when you're sad or angry, This stresses him OUT. He'd panic internally because scenes draw attention. He'd try to manage the situation with weird, practical solutions buying you a coffee, suggesting you "compose yourself," physically guiding you away from public view.

He'd be bad at emotional comfort but weirdly trying in his own stilted way. If you're crying, he'd look around nervously, then awkwardly pat your back with the rhythm of someone following a manual.

He might actually resent your lack of control... but also, secretly? Part of him might understand what it's like to hide explosive feelings.

When you express your love this is Kira's undoing. Your uncontainable joy, your tears of love he doesn't know what to do with being wanted . He'd stand there, hand in yours, face red, stammering "You're too loud, people are staring" while his thumb traces your knuckles obsessively.

If you cry saying you love him, he might actually cry too.ugly, horrified at himself. He'd turn away, wipe his face with his sleeve, and when you pull him back he'd kiss you like he's drowning.

He'd never say "I love you" first, but he'd say "You're warm" at 2 AM while clutching you like a lifeline. He'd memorize your happy tears the way he memorizes hands obsessively, privately, his most treasured collection.

Staying In

Kars watched as you continued to sleep through the night, unperturbed by any of his movements, at an ease he hadn't thought could be possible near someone like him.

-For a prey like you to be so trusting ; there was certainly some sort of amusement there for him to muse over.

But of course, he wasn't too surprised.

You were the exception to many of his doubts, a constant reminder of how beautiful humans could be.

-You were truly a rarity to come across, and he appreciated your very existence, as he did most creatures that basked under the sun.

His large hand lightly ghosted over your head, occasionally petting you with a contemplative sigh as he considered slipping out of your home again.

The illumination of the forgiving moon called out to him as it was the only time he could explore freely. His old friend smiled down at him, luring him, yet he resisted.

You wouldn't be aware, only slightly upset when you saw him again, but too grateful to have him return to dwell in it.

He knew you well enough to know that you wanted more time with him, you were sentimental and needy in that way.

-Not that he minded much.

After all, It's the custom as he's never stayed longer than a few gracious hours. Though, he's been willing to extend that time lately.

You're fortunate to have claimed a part of his heart, a piece that was growing furthumore as time progressed.

"I suppose…" he murmurs as he leans down, his lips pressed to your shoulder as he takes a second longer to consider his options before ultimately deciding to stay.

" These few hours will belong to you," he declares with a touch of gentle delight before it takes him a moment to settle, to try and fit close to your smaller frame as he tests out holding you close, your entire body shifting in silent complience he finds to his favor.

If he were inconsiderate, he'd let out a hearty laugh as you immediately cuddle close to him, clutching his hand to your chest and between your two arms that hold it lovingly.

"My precious little gem," he softly says as he holds you from behind, cocooning you with his larger body and falling waves of plum that gently caress your skin.

he cursed himself every waking moment why he didn’t turn you an immoral once you fell ill— images of your once glimmering cocoa skin falling an washed brown made his stomach turn. he searched the earth of its resources to nurse you back health, however your time was are limited and by the time he returned, your clock had ticked for the last time. your death caused him to take on the ideals of conquering the earth, because to him, if he did you would be right by his side.

ever since he declare his soon rule of the earth, he put his efforts in motion through his loyal companions, however he sensed it wouldn’t be as easy as he thought once news of a ‘jojo’ has made himself known, yet this jojo wasn’t by his lonesome, two women accompanied him. one of fair skin and the other, by the description — made the inside of his chest tighten, ‘it couldn’t be’ he thought, he was sure it could be someone who just favors you but it couldn’t actually be.. you?

and because of that nagging thought that it could possibly be you, it lead him to this very same moment now

“i’ll let you have the amulet in exchange of 5 days and 5 nights with her in my care. i’ll make sure no harm will come to her” he negotiated with the three as they stood on a sidewalk near the royal blue ocean that reflected the dancing night sky. he sensed the intense emotions of the jojo character but nevermind him because his main focus was the woman hidden behind him. he watched her carefully, observing all of her being, which was the main reason why she was hiding behind joseph in the first place

his intense gaze made her nervous, but strangely not in a bad way, somehow it felt.. familiar. it’s been centuries since a man last stared at you in that way and you wish your memory could help you remember who was the first to caused that. the world now since your resurrection (which joseph accidentally caused) has changed greatly yet the beauty of nature still stayed the same and that sadden you because it didn’t feel the same without your beloved who taught the way of the land and learn to worship its beauty, from one being to another.

“you must be bloody mad!” jojo exclaimed with a disapproving brow, you saw him ball up his fist ready to make a foolish mistake so without putting much thought you got in between the two quickly

“joseph…” you shared a begging look and the young man almost looks like a cartoon character with how wide his eyes gotten from what you’re allowing yourself to do.

“but y/n think about this? you’re going to be this monster’s prisoner and we can’t help you” the whole goal was to protect the amulet as well as you and you wanted to leap into the arms of your supposedly biggest threat? of course he was going to look at you like you had two heads

“i understand your concern and it’s greatly appreciated, however when i look at him…” you glanced over to the long raven haired being as he gaze into the distance with soft and longing features, “i feel nostalgic for some reason” you said more to yourself than towards him. soon you felt a dainty hand rest on the small of back snapping you back reality and realizing it was lisa lisa

“jojo, could you please give us a second?” lisa lisa spoke as she ushered you slightly away from the men. she removed her shades to reveal a worried expression, “do you think it’s.. him?” you look away, chewing on your lip as quick flashes of your cloudy memories of the times you spent with a man replayed again. “i don’t know.. however i won’t ever know unless i give this man a chance, besides i could find out his motive with the amulet”

the fair skinned woman pressed her lips as a slight distressed expression formed, but she nodded — giving her final ‘ok’ to the plan before hiding it behind her shades once again. the both of you return to the men and discuss the terms of the arrangement. you hugged both lisa lisa and jojo, “it won’t be long until we’re reunited again” you reassured, “just be careful” jojo warned, giving you one last squeeze before you gave your full attention towards your new guardian

he gracefully extended a palm towards you with gentle yet mysterious eyes

“shall we, my dear?”

➸ part 2