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Hey heyy!! 🍊 anon here with another request!! Can you write yandere! Ghiaccio/Fugo (whoever you preffer!) with a very caring and clingy darling? Headcanon or fanfic whatever u feel like!!

Also hope youre doing alright!! Plz know that ur writing is delicious and god ur so underrated its INSANE like omg

Yandere! Fugo Headcanons for a caring and clingy darling

Author's Notes: THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT'S SOMEONE ASKED ME FOR YANDERE THINGS FROM JOJOS <3<3<3

By the way 🍊Anon, Thanks for the support! I hope you enjoy this request <3

Chance of your loved ones being killed

Fugo is someone who, because of his life, had to go through something so important that it is marked both at the beginning and at the end of all of Golden Wild: his explosive personality.

He is capable of hurting people, both those he loves and those he wants dead, and you, his beloved, understood this very well, so much so that 90% of the time, your friends take refuge in you to avoid the toxic wrath of Fugo —Even if it meant facing their jealousy, they didn't end up hurt at that moment.

In front of you he wouldn't kill, but secretly he is capable. So I bet there's up to an 40% chance of that happening. More than anything because, due to your personality, he usually avoids causing deaths, solely to avoid causing you some type of sadness.

First impressions

You were a fairly young Passione member when Fugo joined the team, being just a year older than him. You weren't someone who was very demanding, in fact you became friends with Fugo quite easily. Unlike others, you expected nothing more than to be a great friend of his for the sole reason that you shared the same age, and you shared certain things with Fugo due to the fact that your childhood was not very different from his, being that the pressure itself of your parents caused you to become a delinquent, and although it was not the direct cause, it was obviously one of the most important factors for your decision to abandon your family.

But anyway; You were someone much more cheerful and social than Fugo, since you always greeted people wherever you went; He considered you a great friend, and the comfort and conversations he shared with you were such that he ended up considering you one of the most important people in his life.

Fall in love

You know it, I know it, we all know it.

He ended up falling in love, and that feeling in his heart only grew with the passing of the days, like a plant that stretched its leaves slowly, but it ensured one thing: A long and strong stem.

It was not surprising to others that due to the closeness between the two, sooner or later it would lead to something resembling love. But that's when the question arises, does he even know what all this was going to become?

Most likely not, and it wasn't entirely his fault, you know? Love is something human, and that pain that was carried in his heart was relieved solely and exclusively with your existence, with your love and your constant hugs, without those signs of affection, he would surely lose his mind.

First act or Yandere act

In a flash of anger, he attacks deliberately, so, when you paid attention to one of these attacks, you noticed that there was a subtle release in one of his screams.

Narancia was arguing with him over mathematical problems, as always, and before anyone could intervene, there was a rather interesting exchange.

“—How many more times do I have to explain it to you so you understand it?!! Fugo yelled, his hand jerking the plastic knife in his hand.

In case you're wondering; Yes, they prohibited him from using metal utensils when studying because of those 'special teachings'.

—I already told you I don't understand it!

—You're so damn useless!

The sound of shoes hitting the carpet was barely audible,

—And why's my fault that you don't know how to teach?! —Narancia attacked.

The discussion slowly escalated in severity, and Bucciarati walked calmly down the hallway outside the room where the aforementioned discussion took place, and Abaccio was next to him.

—Do you want to know something?! Your classes became boring! I'm sure it's because of your desire to fuck (Name)! —Narancia shouted, —, and if you're so upset it's because you can't fuck them, so just ask them before becoming a bitter old man!.

Narancia was going to continue attacking him, but he just received a stab against the skin of his right cheek.

In the midst of his cry of despair, his open eye met Fugo's gaze. That look, that look in his greenish eyes were filled with such inner darkness that it caused a direct chill down Narancia's back, no, his spine, and the fear was of such magnitude that it permeated his bones and clung to him. to his soul like he had never seen before.

—You're not going to be talking about (Name) like that.

A dead whisper, accompanied by a look that seemed to emanate darkness, as if death itself were locked inside that eye, as if that trapped death had a deep desire to end Narancia's life at that precise moment.

—You don't even deserve to mention their name or enjoy their hugs—Fugo's tongue seemed to have transformed into a whip at that moment—, you don't even deserve to smell the scent of their hair!

The plastic blade was withdrawn, but before he could continue attacking, Buciarati pushed him, smashing his body against the nearest wall. And at the moment that the blonde's body and weapon brutally moved away from Narancia, he alone fell to the ground, his legs trembling and his breathing irregular, his heart beating violently against his chest.

And in that moment, only in that moment, Fugo's gaze never left Narancia's eyes, and the tension he exerted against Buciarati's grip was such that even the adult tried not to be reduced, exerting more force than he normally would needed to subdue him.

Narancia still remembers that dead look to this day.”

Or at least that's how Abacio told you while they were drinking tea, accompanied by a snort and a “don't trust Fugo too much” from him.

Beginning of Yanderism

After that event, Buciarati spent hours trying to talk to Fugo, but he seemed gone, so much so that, when he let him rest, he suspected that an enemy stand had attacked him. The possibility existed, but unfortunately for them, that was not the event of today, nor of the course of these days.

Abaccio spoke with you separately, trying to decipher the reason for the blonde's actions, but when he found no information from you, he ended up telling what happened that day, with some details that, although for you they were exaggerated, the serious look accompanied by Abaccio's personality, they made you understand that it was no exaggeration.

Maybe you should hesitate to continue with him?

Relationship or kidnapping

After a couple of months, he gets up the courage and tells you his feelings. You, naturally, accepted, hoping to make a great couple with someone you loved as much as Fugo.

The first few months were good, or at least until Giorno arrived.

Meanwhile, in the relationship, whenever you were giving him a couple of cuddles, there would be a moment where he would mention the doubts he had about Giorno. And although they debated the blonde, he was not someone who would affect their relationship.

Or at least until the events of Golden Wild, where he starts to be very cautious around you.

Coexistence

Fugo took the mission of having the treasure guarded by Buciarati very seriously, and when they met Trish, things didn't change much.

You got along very well with her, since you both shared many tastes, and although she seemed surprised to see you both together, she always supported the couple that the two of you made.

In the short time they were on the mission to return Trish to her father, Fugo seemed uneasy, especially with being alone with you.

It was mostly because he certainly became addicted to the constant pampering you gave him, and he hated the idea of anyone else seeing the two of you, and no, it wasn't because he was embarrassed to be with you in public —In fact, it was one of the things that mattered least to him—it was mostly the fact that, well, let's just say that he HATES that they want to receive more affection or attention than him.

When he and you were together, it was a special moment, and no one could stop both of you from having their special moment.

Marriage and family

I don't see him as interested in marriage, but if he can, he would love to have a small wedding ceremony with you.

And, as for your family, he would take good with them —Although you should pay attention to whether they are TOO jealous of you or if you are too clingy with them—.

If possible, children?

Of course,

I see how he would give his best to be a father, reading not thousands, MILLIONS of books to be a good father, and especially to take care of his loved one during difficult times of parenting or, if biology allows it, pregnancy

Bad ending

(MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS HEADCANON JUJUJU)

After Trish's mission, the entire team finds themselves with an almost impossible to solve dilemma; betrayal or not. For most of the group it was pretty easy, but for Fugo and you it was… too complex.

Fugo held your hand at all times, in his words were the reasons why you should go with him, insisting that, even if there was a chance of success, it was impossible to face the root of the problem, the person who was behind some of them. the most dangerous groups of people throughout Italy, and throughout the world. However, your idea of continuing was as firm as a metal bar clinging to the ground during a storm. He yelled at you that if you left with them, if you dared to even think about abandoning all the future there was for everyone in the group, then you would also abandon your life with him. But, even with all his words, even with tears in your eyes, you refused to abandon them.

Even with the pain and weight that was in your soul, you refused to abandon your best friends, your family, the people who accepted you from the minute you decided to enter this horrendous and dark mafia.

He felt lost, abandoned, unhappy… It was like his parents abandoning him again, but now worse. As if now, he had lost everything he knew he needed to be alive. And even if during the first hours he convinced himself that everything was fine, that you were going to return safely, that you were not going to throw your life down the drain, and that you were going to fill him with affection and love, but in his Soul, he knew it wasn't real.

As the days went by, he felt like an alcoholic in withdrawal, and he tried to avoid it, but his soul needed it, he needed it right there, right now.

And he decides to do it, he decides to make a decision that would completely change his life.

Near you in Rome, following each and every one of they steps, he finds himself seeing what he feared most; your wounds dry cuts on your skin, bandages on your abdomen or legs, or even a wound on your face, your delicate and soft face which he loved to take in his hands and fill with kisses was… damaged, and he found a direct culprit, or rather, guilty.

The anger in his veins and in his mind was such that he knew what his next move would be.

And no, it wasn't what you thought.

(This is where possibly everyone develops a hatred towards me that I perfectly I can accept it because even for me what I am going to put is a lot)

It took a lot for him to find you alone, to manage to corner you after a fight and knock you unconscious. All that pain, all that pressure that terrified his soul went out like a fire that was poured on him with a bucket of water for the simple act of hugging you. And in that moment, he knew he was doing the right thing.

It took him a bit to dispel suspicion of where you were, but he managed to cover a lot of your tracks. But he knew that Abaccio could find them, so he had to take you to a dusty apartment away from the others, with the sole objective of making sure they could never find you.

And, after so much worry, he managed to lose all trace of them, managing to take you to a house that his parents very lovingly lent him in a place curiously far from Italy and the whole world. Can you believe that they are so affectionate with their son?!

By the way, does anyone know where they are? At the airport, desperate to leave? How strange huh…

Reasons to become Yandere

-He is used to not receiving affection, and let's say that your affectionate, clingy, cuddly personality… affected his psyche much more than he could ever imagine.

-He was already abandoned once, do you think he would take a second abandonment so easily? Nuh-uh

-You are usually very understanding with him, being that you loved seeing how savage he looked when he unloaded on you, wanting to receive pampering after complaining about his daily problems.

Extra data:

-Surprise! He figured out how to manipulate his parents so he could get a “little deal.”

-Although in the canon he even has appreciation for Narancia, in this story he is capable of developing hatred for him, even wishing for his death.

-Let's say that he can make a deal with the boss solely to ensure that Giorno and company do not interfere in their relationship.

-After the bad ending, he accepts at the beginning that he should not receive pampering from you, but his abstinence will not last long, and even less so with how addicted he has become now.

-Unlike other Yanderes, where there may be some regret, in this character no, there is no regret for his actions, and he would not hesitate to take measures up to 5 times more drastic as long as no one screws up their relationship.

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adrift-in-thyme · 5 months

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@skyward-floored and I both noticed Warriors looking less than comfortable in Jojo's latest art and thought 'wait is he afraid of heights??' As someone who is VERY afraid of heights I naturally had to latch onto the idea...and write something about it. Sorry, Wars

CW for blood/injury, mentions of vomit, and descriptions of panic and fear of heights

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In no universe is this enjoyable.

Warriors stares down, transfixed by the sky and clouds beneath him, (beneath him — by the golden three they should be above him, ABOVE HIM like normal). His limbs are leaden, his thoughts scrambling, panicked. His mouth is dry as the Gerudo Desert.

He swallows, forces saliva down a too-tight throat. He and heights never truly have gotten along. But this is a new extreme.

He’s never been this high before. He’s never been atop an island in the sky. It’s something he was very much fine, never having done. In fact, he was much more fine before the Shadow had decided it would be wonderfully comical to dump them here.

To Sky, it had been the best thing since pumpkin soup. He was home, after all. Warriors can’t blame the guy.

Still…

He drags his foot away from where it had crept worrying close to the edge. How exactly had that happened?

Still, why on Hylia’s green earth does the hero have to live IN THE SKY?

Warriors glances over to where Sky is eagerly showing off his loftwing to Wild and Hyrule. A short ways away, Time converses with Gaepora. Not far from him, Legend and Wind seem to be engaging in a game of some sort.

Warriors squints. Are they…are they hurling those strange, little creatures off of Skyloft to see them fly back? Well, not anymore, because here comes Twilight to save the poor things. Not that they had seemed to mind much…

The rancher catches Warriors watching and shakes his head.

Can you believe these two? His gaze seems to ask.

Warriors dredges up a dry smirk.

Try dealing with that behavior 24/7, he mouths.

Twilight frowns. I do, is his silent response. Then, his brows dip further, expression losing its exasperated humor. He walks forward, a tiny creature cradled in his arms. Still very much paralyzed, Warriors watches helplessly as he advances.

“Rancher,” he says, cordially, once the hero is beside him – or more in front of him. (Why Twilight has chosen to stand with his toes off the edge of the island, Warriors has absolutely no idea. All he knows is that it makes his legs go numb. He forces himself to look forward instead.)

“Captain,” Twilight replies. He shifts and Warriors’ stomach somersaults. “Are you doin’ alright? You look a little pale.”

“Do I?” Warriors chuckles. It sounds too harsh, too loud. “Must not be spending enough time in the sun.”

Twilight gives him an unenthused look. Warriors grins. The expression feels as wrong as his laugh. Too wide, too brittle.

Why does everything just seem off right now?

“Don’t worry about me, rancher. I’m alright.”

Twilight studies him for a moment, eyes narrowed. He opens his mouth, no doubt gearing up to pry further. But Four’s voice rings out before he can, beckoning him to come inspect one thing or another. Warriors can’t truly make out the words. Maybe that’s because his ears are filled with the sound of rushing wind.

Is it the wind? Or is it coming from inside of him, stealing away his remaining balance and setting his stomach churning?

“Well, take care of yourself,” Twilight says. He sets a hand on Warriors’ shoulder, with a small smile. “And be careful. Can’t have you fallin’ off the edge there.”

Warriors looks down and immediately regrets it. He hardly registers Twilight walking away, doesn’t hear his brother’s lively voices as they enjoy the wonders of Sky’s home. All he can see is the drop off he is certain that he is mere inches from plunging off of. His line of vision narrows, darkening at the edges, and he stumbles back, arms wrapped protectively around his middle.

“Captain?” Time is suddenly holding him, keeping him from toppling. “Are you well?”

Warriors swallows hard. “Fine, Sprite.

“Just fine.”

It’s only the lack of a substantial breakfast that morning that prevents him from getting sick all over the old man’s shoes. ----------------

The next few days are torture. Warriors does his best to keep his distance from the edges of the island. But it is nearly impossible in a place so compact as Skyloft. And the sparse fences constructed around hardly seem enough to keep him from plunging off.

So, he spends most of his time indoors (praying to any goddess who may listen that there won’t be a sudden earthquake that sends the building careening down into nothingness).

His excuses are few and paltry.

“I don’t feel well.” “I’m tired after the journey.” “I need to think about an actual plan to track down the Shadow before he gets too far ahead.”

The heroes can see right through him – he is certain of it. And none more than Time.

“Tell me what I can do, captain,” he says one night when Warriors awakens screaming after a dream of plunging into a sky of flame. (And wow, does that commotion help him maintain his secrecy and uphold his reputation. He’s doing wonderfully.) “Please, I want to help.”

Warriors’ breath hitches as he slumps into his little brother’s arms. Here, with the two of them there is nothing to hide anyway. He couldn’t even if he tried.

“You can get me off this cursed island,” he says, with a dry chuckle. “That would be lovely.”

Time merely sighs and holds him closer.

They both know he can’t do that.

…just as he cannot keep away the monsters the Shadow sends after them the next day.

Venturing outside of the academy to fight off a hoard of monsters is not exactly something Warriors had wanted to do. He is a hero, however, and he refuses to leave his brothers to battle them alone. So, out he comes into the light of the day, with his heart in his throat and his chest feeling like Ganondorf is sitting on top of it.

“I’m sorry that you have to do this,” Time murmurs as they head toward the tell tale screeches (in the plaza, of course).

Warriors shrugs, somewhat stiffly. “Who knows? I could get lucky.” He sends Time a grin and plunges his sword into the first of the monsters. “Maybe the Shadow will open another portal.”

Time smirks. “Perhaps, he will.”

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The fight drags on all morning. Warriors fares well enough through it. He remains in the center of the plaza as often as he can and his brothers take care of the stragglers around the edges. He does his best not to look at them when they toe the edge, heedless of certain death less than inches away.

And he fights on with the same ferocity as he always does.

…until about midmorning. Because that’s when the moblin shows up.

It is one of Sky’s – hulking and corpulent and capable of taking at least ten bokoblins with one hefty swing of its spear. But he has fought this kind before. With a smirk, he rushes forward to engage it.

He hacks away at its shield easily, then readies himself to dodge as it roars in rage. It rears back, then bends its head, smoke puffing out of its nostrils.

Warriors raises an eyebrow. He hefts his sword more firmly into his hand.

“You gonna come and get me?”

It roars again and breaks into a run. He steels himself, tensed for the strike. One second, two, three…

“Warriors look out!”

Something hits him from behind – something big and bulky and heavy. It slams into his side, breaking bones on impact. He gasps, vision going spotty.

And suddenly he is flying. His feet leave the ground and he is tumbling, head over heels through the air. The world is a blur of color, up is down and left is right. He is almost certain that he’s going to be sick.

Then, it’s over. He hits the ground in a tangle of limbs and fabric. Blood fills his mouth and he chokes on it.

“Captain!”

Running feet sound in his ears. He blinks, dazedly, trying to bring everything back into focus. It feels like the moblin has taken to tap dancing on his skull.

“Ugh…”

“Captain!”

There is panic in that voice, he realizes sluggishly. There must be a reason for that, there has to be…

His vision clears just enough that he can make out a gigantic something looming above him. He tries to push himself up for a better look, but his upper half seems to be on a slightly different level than his bottom half. When he allows himself to lay down fully he sees only sky.

Ah…that would explain it.

Panic pierces him far deeper than any spear ever could. He digs his fingernails into the grooves in the pavement, gritting his teeth against the pain and oncoming unconsciousness.

Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out…

“Captain!”

He tries once more to pull himself up and fails.

Warriors lets out a grow of aggravation. He really wishes his brothers would exert more energy on fighting off this thing and getting him back on land than yelling his title repeatedly.

…though maybe he has heard it a few more times than they have really said it.

The monster raises its weapon just as Twilight comes out of nowhere, leaping forward to skewer it. The rancher’s sword strikes home seconds before the monster’s can, piercing it through. And the next thing Warriors knows, he’s staring up at the concerned face of his brother.

“Are you alright?”

Twilight leans forward, grabbing his hand and supporting his back as he drags him away from the edge. Warriors slumps against him with a relieved sigh.

“Just great,” he slurs and Twilight chuckles.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you a potion and you’ll be just – ”

Warriors isn’t entirely certain what happens. He is too dazed to comprehend the events that occur in quick succession.

One moment he is held in Twilight’s arms and the next, the rancher is wrenched away from him with a grunt of pain and shock. Then, something collides with Warriors’ chest…

And he’s falling.

His stomach turns to lead, the wind rushes past at breakneck speeds, his scarf tangles about his limbs. Panic courses through his veins, beating in time with his pounding head and thumping heart. It encases him like a vice, paralyzing him, chasing away all other feelings, all other sensations save for icy, thick, undefeatable terror.

Warriors shuts his eyes and grits his teeth. He can’t breathe. He’s going to be sick, he’s sure of it.

…Or maybe he’ll die before that happens. Maybe he’ll collide with the hard ground and in a quiet, contained explosion of agony be gone.

And after he had just gotten up the courage to propose to Arty too. Isn’t that just his luck.

“Hold on, Wars!”

An inhuman cry rings out, free and brave and strangely familiar. In the next moment Warriors’ lands with something blessedly solid. Arms wrap around him, warm and strong. A heart beats fast beneath the chest he collapses against.

“I’ve got you, captain,” Sky breathes. “I’ve got you.”

He drapes his sail cloth over Warriors’ trembling shoulders. Warriors clutches it so tightly his fingers ache.

“Get me somewhere low to the ground,” he whispers, in between haggard breaths. “Please.”

“Don’t worry.” Sky’s voice is kind. “I’m bringing you to the Surface.”

The Surface. That sounds promising. Warriors can only hope that it is as solidly on the ground as the name suggests.

He won’t see it if it is, though. He keeps his eyes stubbornly closed the entire trip.

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The Surface, it turns out, is just plain, old Hyrule. Which, in Warriors’ book, is pure heaven.

“I still can’t believe no one thought to tell me about this place,” he gripes as he limps out of Sky and Sun’s cozy, little cottage, two days later. “Why would anyone want to stay up in the sky when we could be down here, on the ground?”

Twilight smirks. The rancher has been cooped up with him for the last few days as they healed from the injuries they got on Skyloft. And Warriors has to admit that he has appreciated his company.

“I still can’t believe you’re afraid of heights.” Twilight grins innocently at him. “The great Captain of the Hyrulean Army, scared of a little sky island.”

His tone is light and teasing and Warriors feels no pain from the jabs. But he scowls anyway.

“I’m scared of falling off a ‘little sky island.’ Which, coincidentally, I did and nearly died. Given that, I’d say the fear is warranted.”

Twilight hums. “So, what you’re saying is fear of heights is really a fear of falling.”

Warriors sighs. He looks out over the small town Sky and Sun are building, smiling slightly as he spots Time and Wind fishing in a nearby stream. It’s lovely, really, how he’ll be able to enjoy those activities with them now that he isn’t trapped in the grip of nauseating fear.

“I don’t know, rancher,” he says, shrugging. “Call it what you want. All I can say is that I want my feet firmly on the ground.”

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