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Life at the Joestar mansion was nice. Even if you were just a servant, you were treated with respect, and you even got her own room to live in. All of the other servants were cheery, and Master Joestar insisted that his boys be kind to you and everyone else. Life could not get better, and it didn’t look like it was changing anytime soon.
That is, until one of the new servants arrived.
Matilda was a bitter old woman who had no patience for those who were learning. Many of the newer servants, including you, were chewed out by her on the daily, but privately, so she wouldn’t lose her job. A lot of your best friends were quitting because of her, making the mansion lonely at times. You would quit, but you needed the money, and you didn’t know anyone else who was hiring.
It was a peaceful night, one you planned to go out and enjoy when you were done serving dinner. You were in charge of bringing the food to the table, and had been doing perfectly fine, to your relief.
Oh, but you had to jinx it. You just had to jinx it. When you were handing out the dessert, you thought to yourself, “I’m going to have a disaster-free dinner!” Of course, you’ve served food disaster-free before, but not when Matilda was there. She made your nerves go haywire. Tonight, however, there was only one dish left, and you were sure you wouldn’t spill anything.
“Your dessert, Master Joestar,” you said, handing the first cherry pie to him.
“Thank you, Ms. (L/N),” he bowed.
“Jonathan,” you said, giving him the second pie.
“Thank you very much,” Jonathan bowed.
“And, last but not least, Mr. Brand-oh!” As you were walking over to Dio’s seat, you tripped on the carpet, letting go of the plate and watching as the pie splattered all across his body and the plate shattered on the floor.
“I’m…” your lip quivered as you thought about the harsh lecture you were going to receive as soon as you left the dining hall. “Mr. Brando, I’m so, so sorry!” you quickly went to scoop up some of the pie that had landed on the floor with your bare hands. “I didn’t mean to, honest!”
“You’re forgiven, (Y/N),” Dio consoled you. “It was an accident. We all make mistakes.”
You rushed out of the dining hall to pick up the broom and sweep the glass up, but stopped when you heard Matilda’s voice.
“(Y/N) (L/N).”
A shiver went down your spine. You were really in for it now.
“Do you have ANY idea what you’re doing? How on earth did you trip and fall? There was nothing other than the carpet! And Mr. Brando’s clothes, those must have cost a fortune! But now they’re ruined. Completely ruined! You’re lucky Master Joestar didn’t fire you on the spot! If he won’t teach you a lesson, then I will!”
“No! Please! It won’t happen again!” You tried to get away, but Matilda had already grabbed your arm.
“This is what happens to little girls who can’t do what they’re told!”
“Stop right this instant!”
Everyone froze in place at the sound of Dio’s voice.
“Mrs. Matilda, just what do you think you’re doing to poor (Y/N)?”
“She ruined your nice, new clothes, Mr. Brando,” Matilda explained. “I think she needs a harsh beating for that.”
“There will be no need.” Dio yanked Matilda’s hand from your arm and held you close to him. “I had already said that she was forgiven, hadn’t I? She made a tiny mistake, and if you really want to give her what she deserves, then just make her clean up the mess and wash my clothes. From the way she acted when she dropped the pie on me, it almost seemed like I was going to beat her, making me believe this isn’t the first time (Y/N) has been hit by you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go have to talk with Father about what to do with you. Come along, (Y/N).”
Hesitantly, you followed right behind Dio, head down on the floor. “I… I want to thank you, Mr. Brando.”
“No need to address me so formally, (Y/N),” Dio turned his head to look at you. “And you’re very welcome.”
“Do you need me to wash your clothes, Mr. Bran- I mean, Dio?”
“Where did Matilda hit you?” Dio suddenly stopped in his tracks. “That is the only thing I require of you.”
“No, no, Mr., erm, Dio,” you laughed nervously. “I insist I clean up after myself.”
“And I insist you tell me where Matilda has hit you, past and present.”
“Well, for starters, she’s slapped me across the face too many times to count,” you shivered at the memories. But soon, those memories started to drift away as Dio kissed both of your cheeks.
“I-I think she’s hit me on the neck, too,” you continued. Just as you thought, Dio’s lips trailed down to your neck, not leaving marks, just a lovely sensation in your heart as he started each tender kiss.
“Oh, and one time she missed the nose, and accidentally hit me on the lips.” That last one was a lie. A lie that Dio saw straight through, but gladly pretended he didn’t, and passionately kissed your lips. His body moved closer to yours, getting cherry stains all over your outfit, but you didn’t care. You could easily get a new one.
“(Y/N), I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember,” Dio confessed. “Tonight has been a dream come true, but a dream we mustn’t tell anyone about. You understand, right?”
“Of course I do,” you whispered. “And our secret is safe with me.”