#yandere jjba prt 5

[mrsgiovanna]

The little things (Yan! Don Giovanna x reader)

It's been forever and a day since I've written anything, so this isn't the best 😭... just an idea inspired by @thecw-unicorn .

Word count: 1.8k

Tw: yandere behavior, possessiveness, just yand Giorno being yan Giorno haha. Pls, I don't condone this behavior in reality. This is just fiction.

Your day started off just as they all had for the past few weeks... woken up by the ambient light that filtered through the gauzy curtains in your room, followed by slowly meandering through your morning routine until you were convinced it was late enough for you to go down to breakfast without having to cross paths with him. Your fingers trailed through the various outfits in your closet, each perfectly constructed to meet your measurements and likes while still catering to his preferences. It annoyed you, how everything was curated to suit you but felt so insufferable to experience.

From the outside looking in, your existence was a dream, lavished with the best of everything, housed in a villa with comfort few could even imagine, and a handsome powerful man who could create a universe for you, and he would, if you'd ask for it. But this charmed existence came at a price… as most things did, but you often wondered if all the designer clothes and expensive jewellery was worth your agency? Could you continue to live within the confines of his rules? Sitting at the vanity mirror, you looked at yourself, the visage was your own, you recognised the curve of your cheeks and the slope of your nose and the ways the sunlight bathed your complexion but your eyes felt different… foreign… but in a way that you just couldn't name.

A soft tapping at your door pulled you out of your reverie.

“Yes, come in,” you responded, returning to your reflection as you smoothed out your outfit for the day. It was one of Giorno’s staff, Stella, the helper he had assigned specifically for you, who had let themselves in at your invitation.

“Don Giovanna wishes to see you,”

The silence hung in the air for a while, before prompted again.

“[First]? Did you hear me?”

“I did,” you sighed, and stood. Stalling wouldn't help you today, Giorno only ever sent anyone for you when he was insistent on seeing you and no amount of tricks would save you from that.

“Come along, we wouldn't want to keep Don Giovanna waiting,” said Stella with a serene smile.

“You wouldn't want to keep him waiting, I on the other hand, have no such reservations,” you quipped. Stella simply shook her head at your defiance and walked with you towards the grand dining room.

On occasion you would take your breakfasts there, and dinner when Giorno would be your dining companion, otherwise you had preferred the sunroom with large windows overlooking the beautifully manicured gardens of the villa. You could spend hours there, lost in a book or one of the other hobbies that had become an outlet for you. Giorno had always encouraged your passions… the ones that would keep you on his premises that is.

It was always like that with him. Behind his kind gestures and honeyed words was a veil of control that he was unwilling to relent on. He had always said that it was to keep you from harm, but you wondered how anyone could inflict harm on a man who was akin to a god.

You had arrived at the dining room and seated yourself at the furthest seat from Giorno across the long mahogany table. There was a feast of items, from fresh fruits to pastries and fluffy scrambled eggs and toasted breads. He knew you'd try to hastily leave and was always prepared for resistance from you, but there was something softer in his demeanour today. You eyes wandered over him, he was more relaxed today, even in his dressing, the cashmere turtleneck and dark wash jeans replaced his usual tailored suit, which was still impeccably stylish, but aimed at comfort.

He folded the newspaper he was reading and settled it neatly to the side at your arrival.

“Good morning, [First]” he greeted with a smile, his green eyes sparkling almost as bright as the emeralds on your bracelet.

“Morning….” You flinched internally at the blandness of your response but schooled your features into indifference.

“Have you slept well?” He asked, attempting to ignite a semblance of a conversation.

“Well enough thanks… so… is there a particular reason you wanted to see me today?”

Giorno laughed at the bluntness of your response.

“Always to the point… it's one of the things I love about you. To answer your question, there is something I'd like to talk about”. You nodded for him to continue.

“I was thinking, a change of scenery might be nice, what would you say to a trip to Corsica? I've acquired a secluded villa right on the coast, it's beautiful this time of year…” Giorno trailed off at the downcast expression on your face.

“When do you want to go?” you asked, buttering a piece of toast just to give your hands something to do.

Giorno leaned forward slightly, his expression softening as he caught the hint of reluctance in your voice. "We can leave whenever you’d like. I thought a few days away would do you some good—away from the city, from the noise. Just you and me, no distractions."

The idea of Corsica sounded lovely in theory—a place so far removed from the rest of the world. A place where you could find peace. But you knew better. No matter where you went, no matter how beautiful the scenery, it would still be a gilded cage. The control would remain, the invisible strings pulling at you, limiting your freedom.

You sipped your tea, trying to mask the tension building in your chest. "It sounds nice," you replied carefully, keeping your tone neutral. "But I have things to take care of here." A lie, an unconvincing one but it was all you could think of.

Giorno’s lips twitched into a slight smile, as if amused by your deflection. "Of course, you do. But none of it is so urgent that it can’t wait a few days, no?" His tone was gentle, coaxing, yet firm—leaving little room for argument.

You set your cup down, fingers lightly tracing the rim. "Maybe. I’ll think about it."

There was a pause, the room falling into a familiar, tense quiet, the kind that always followed when Giorno offered you something that was, in truth, an order cloaked as a suggestion. He never pushed too hard, but he never let go, either. You could feel his gaze on you, studying, waiting for the resistance to fade.

"I just want you to be happy, cara," he said, voice low and sincere. "I know things have been difficult, but I want us to have more moments to ourselves, to enjoy life together."

You glanced up at him, meeting those piercing green eyes that always seemed to see more than they should. A part of you wanted to believe in his words, to think that he truly cared, but the weight of his possessiveness and control was never far from your mind.

“I know you do,” you replied quietly, “but sometimes… I need space to find that happiness.”

Giorno’s smile faltered for just a moment, but he quickly masked it with an understanding nod. “Of course. We can discuss it further whenever you're ready. But just know, I’ll always be here, offering whatever you need.”

You gave a small, polite smile and shifted in your seat, feeling the weight of his words settle around you. The breakfast laid out before you seemed like a feast, but you felt anything but hungry. It was always like this—an endless cycle of gilded promises wrapped in velvet chains.

And no matter how far you went, no matter how beautiful the setting, the freedom you craved always seemed just out of reach.

Giorno watched you in silence for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, searching for any flicker of happiness. The quiet tension between you felt too heavy, too oppressive, and he wasn’t one to let things remain that way for long. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back in his chair.

"You seem tense, amore," he remarked casually, his tone light but with a calculated intention behind it. He gestured toward the fruit plate with a lazy wave of his hand, and in the next instant, you saw something move out of the corner of your eye.

A tiny kitten materialized on the table, no bigger than the palm of your hand. Its fur was a delicate golden color, shimmering faintly as it mewed softly and blinked up at you with wide, curious eyes. It stretched its tiny paws and let out an adorable little purr, batting at a grape that had rolled beside it.

You blinked, caught off guard. "Giorno, what—?"

He chuckled softly. "I thought you could use some company. Sometimes, it's the little things that can brighten your day."

The kitten padded its way closer to you, its tiny paws pattering against the table. Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers brushing against its soft fur as it purred louder and nudged your hand with its small head. A reluctant smile crept onto your face, despite the guarded wall you’d been trying to keep up.

"There it is," Giorno said, his voice gentle and pleased. "A smile. I knew you had one hiding in there."

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the warmth spreading in your chest as the kitten pawed at your fingers, its playful energy contagious. You picked it up carefully, cradling the delicate creature in your hands, and it immediately curled into your palm, purring contentedly.

Giorno watched you intently, his gaze softening as he saw the tension in your posture begin to ease. "See? A simple little thing, and already the day feels better, doesn’t it?"

You shook your head, unable to suppress the small laugh that escaped you. "You really think a kitten is going to fix everything, don’t you?"

"Not everything," he replied with a knowing smile, "but it’s a start."

You held the kitten up, watching as it batted at your finger playfully, its tiny claws barely scratching at your skin. There was something about the innocence of the little creature that tugged at your heart, and for a moment, the weight of the morning lifted just a little.

Giorno leaned forward, his chin resting on his hand as he continued to watch you. "I don’t need to fix everything, amore mio. I just want to see you happy—whatever that looks like for you."

The sincerity in his voice made you pause, glancing over at him. His green eyes, always so sharp and calculating, held a softness that made it hard to look away. He wasn’t pressuring you this time, wasn’t forcing you into something you didn’t want. He was simply… there, offering a small moment of joy in a life that often felt too controlled.

You stroked the kitten, your smile lingering as you looked down at the small, golden ball of fluff in your lap. "Thank you, Giorno," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his smile widening just a fraction, the sound of his name from your lips was always a balm to his soul. "It’s nothing, cara. I’ll always do whatever I can to make you smile."

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You ever think about how the effects on the body that Purple Haze's virus has can lead to over a ton of body horror imagery in a Pannacotta Fugo route?

I do indeed.

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While Fugo is very fearful of his stand, and he tries his best to keep it repressed, he does have moments even he can't get out of without its help. He tries to avoid those moments as much as possible, as the rabid apparition could kill its owner easily; Fugo is not immune to the virus he creates with his stand. Should his manifestation turn towards him in ire, Fugo needs to act fast to repress the spirit again, before buboes of phlegm swell his throat, cutting off air while splatters of blood and plasma erupt from a rash of blisters on his skin, the torn flesh melting and merging with itself as it gets covered in new blisters, each layer covering itself in torn shreds of skin from the previous layer that only emerged seconds before.

If Fugo is unlucky enough to be "saved" by a healer stand before he dies, after suppressing the stand, his skin will carry the scars, stretching and straining under the evergrowing disease under his skin. The disease never left, always mutating at an incredibly fast rate inside of himself.

In mere hours, his body is bloated, and cumbersome, unable to lift parts of himself off the ground and instead dragging them behind, tearing gently at the skin that gets raked over the concrete, oozing viscous strings of colgulated blood and dotted with white, shaving-foam consistency pus. His face is obscured under bulging, beating bulbs of flesh, with thin blue veins visibly trailing clots of blood through his body like threading a bead on a string slowly, and with great difficulty as his cancerous arteries lead back into each other, enough times that some of his- at one time- extremities turn a sickly necrotic purple and black.

You'd barely recognize the shambling mound of flesh as Fugo if it weren't for the fact you'd seen him get attacked by his stand after trying to deter it from you.

And if it weren't for the fact you'd seen birds and dogs die from the same disease as he got close to them, you'd be tempted to offer comfort to the former man. Despite lasting this long with the disease unable to kill him, it seems he's still a carrier for the original death Purple Haze entails.

You'd been running from him for hours now-- though he's not particularly fast, his persistence despite what must be agony is what keeps you moving. Resting in any place for too long will only let him close the distance. The blisters and swelling have no doubt gotten to his brain, killing whatever could have been left in him, causing him to act irrationally and chase you in the open, undeterred by pain, threats, bribes, empty promises, or gunfire. He's not Fugo anymore, unable to call upon his Stand, or even understand his old name (and you've tried to use it to escape before, attempting bargaining with the creature). He's just... A monster. Determined to follow you wherever you go, until it can absorb you with bubbling stomach acid, or infect and fuse with your melted, blistering, corpse.

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How the fandom tends to see Narancia: Adorable puppy

How Narancia actually is: Adorable puppy only to a select number of people. Angry guard dog towards almost everyone else.

Narancia is babied by the fandom. He's fucking scary. Let him be scary. Narancia cut his own tongue out with his switchblade just to scare an enemy. Narancia kicked the shit out of a random passerby because the guy got understandably annoyed when Narancia spilled wine on his clothes. Narancia plays fortune-telling games when someone gets tortured, and laughs his ass off at suffering. Narancias boombox stopped working suddenly and his immediate thought process was how he was going to torture and murder the guy who sold it to him.

Narancia is scary, and I love how much of a scary asshole he is. We should let him be more of a rabid dickhead.

This isn't even yandere, this is just a base observation of how he acts in canon! Yandere Narancia should be even scarier than canon-- or at least use the scary aspects of Narancia with a new motivation.

Give me a Narancia who kidnaps someone off a whim and beats the fuck out of them even though he likes them (we've seen that Narancia is not afraid to stab those he's close to, like Fugo). Give me more abandonment issues Narancia. Ugly crying and screaming bloody murder at the idea of being left alone, and abandoned again. Narancia screaming at the top of his lungs that if you leave, he will find you, and slice you: groin to gullet. Give me Narancia who tests if you love him or not by playing five-finger fillet, and stabbing his own hand to see how you react. Give me Narancia that snickers if you nick yourself as you play the game while sitting on his lap, and pins your hand down so he can break your fingers with a bottle of beer if you try to stab him with his own knife.

Don't get me wrong, the obsessive clinging and desperate need for validation and affection would still be there. This is Narancia after all-- he's not exactly hard to trick. But he is violent. Give me the violence, damn it. He's been scrubbed clean of his atrocities, and Narancia is supposed to be encrusted in impulsive brutality.

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Currently having this mental image of Bucciarati's darling being this person he had an innocent crush on back when they were both growing up in that old town near the sea, only for the old flame to be reignited upon encountering each other in their late teens or early twenties and catching up with each other. Unfortunately, the fear of what his many enemies, both in and out of the criminal world, might do kickstarts Bucciarati's path to becoming a yandere after what happened to his father almost ten years ago.

The sound of the waves lapping up the shoreline, the salty scent of the sea air, and the coastal sun's warmth on your skin. The old pier was filled with fishermen, either returning with their catches or getting ready to depart. The small port town was a popular tourist attraction, and you couldn't help but feel like a tourist yourself. It had been too long since you'd been back, and you'd almost forgotten about the poor sap with a dead mom and dad, the little kid who had to become mature to survive his role in the mafia. The kid who grew a crush on you the way he grew into a white suit, before you-- similar to the seams holding the breast buttons together on his iconic suit-- split.

But many years later, you'd returned. And Bruno had... Changed? Could you call it that? He was mature as ever, cunning and collected as ever, and seemingly reignited those feelings of flirty friendship quickly. He still fawns over you in his subtle ways, more a matter of quiet quality time and acts of service than flowers and chocolates. It's a kindness, rather than a flirt perhaps.

He can't be too careful when he works for Passione. Mafia are not known for their employee benefits, and the only way out is death-- even if Bruno gets old enough to be taken out of fieldwork, it's not like they're going to let him stay on the payroll when he becomes more trouble than he's worth. "Retirement" in Passione is probably a clean pillowcase over his head before they blow his brains out. A job like that has to wear on him...

So you suppose you can grin and bear it when he acts overprotective when you go out. Bruno's got a hard life, and he wasn't as lucky as you in avoiding trouble. He's just trying to keep you safe; Who knows how many friends he had to lose to feel this defensive?

And it's not like you plan to stay with him forever. Bruno's made it pretty clear that it's not safe, and it's probably better to get out before it gets too difficult. You just wanted to see him again, for sentimentality.

You're just meeting up for one last boating trip-- Bruno told you he wanted to go fishing again, and show you his skills. He must've learned a lot since you've been gone, if he was this insistent on the location and time. He said it would just be the two of you; something about it being more "secure", and while that's probably part of it, it's sweet to think he wanted to be alone for one last moment. Just the two of you, bonding and reminiscing, without anything to set the capo off and make him act weird. Bruno will be here any minute, and you just hope it all goes well for the last time.

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Hear me out. Hear me out. Harpy Narancia but he is a magpie. Not a smart one I can just see him being very vocal.

Just constantly hopping around and cawing at his darling, I don't think he would probs have the brain for learning any human language but I can see him always trying to talk to his darling.

He probably would bring them shiny things like watches still attached to some poor persons arm that walked too close to his nest. Thinking hes being romantic or something showing his mate a new shiny thing for them and there dinner for the night.

Speaking of the nest I can imagine that it is a mess. All his trinkets just thrown around on the floor. Bones and rotten flesh just kind of left around with no really clear sleeping space just scraps of fabrics and his own feathers thrown in corners kind of.

At least he's darling will a thing to do while being there, trying to make that hell hole of a nest some what live able.

I gotchu blue. Bitches love blue.

The filth of Narancia's nest really seems like something advantageous-- if you don't wanna touch rotting flesh or the maggots infesting the corpses of hikers and rescue teams that came for you, you could always cuddle him! He won't let you touch the gross stuff if you cling to him like he clings to you :)

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I am on some mad scientist brainrot today, it seems.

Harper, Cioccolata, Julian Devorak, Solomon (technically)...

Feeling your organs itch after drinking some elixr they gave you, their pen scribbling notes on how you squirm, and claw at yourself.

Strapped to a table while they line up an icepick under your eye to tap gently through your orbital bone, and lobotomize you.

Sat down in front of a buzzer that they say you can press as may times as you want, whenever you want, but doing so will deliver an electric shock to another test subject. When you tap the buzzer, they will give you a reward. However, if the other test subject taps the buzzer, then you will be shocked, and receive no reward. A series of potential subjects will be on a loop on the projector behind them. They want to mark down how you think of your friends, your mentors, family, strangers, their friends... And using the remote in their pocket, subtly instill a sense of fear at the sight of anyone they don't approve of.

Using you as a human petri dish for an experimental bacteria; one that effects the brain, eats away at it while coaxing it to pump out happy hormones. It'll be a love potion, effectively... And they get an excuse to molest you. To see if the bacteria is effecting other parts of your body, of course, and to see if the treatment they've devised to cure you is working. They need to be able to control the disease, after all. Or at least, get to watch closely as you waste into nothing.

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How would you rank each yandere Team Bucciarati member from least to most terrifying to be considered a rival marked for death by?

This is based on my opinion, but the top two are definitely tied in terms of how scary it is because it really depends on what you find worse. I personally find it way scarier to think about a sudden violent death than one that's still going to be violent, but has you waiting for the shoe to drop. One of those you at least get to steel yourself for, and prepare mentally to die. The other one just happens. Way scarier, at least to me.

Also some of the guys on this list (MISTA) are the absolute worst to be marked as a rival for, but death itself isn't that bad. So when you asked for death specifically, I just focused on the aspect of dying.

That said, I hope you enjoy~!

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Leone is the least dangerous by far. He is still a force to be reckoned with, but he's the least dangerous because he hardly ever feels insecure enough to kill someone else for you. It's like that statistic on how cows kill more people than sharks a year: that number would change drastically if people waded waist-deep in the water with a bunch of sharks and poked them with a stick for hours every day.

Leone will bribe, blackmail, intimidate, and steal from anyone that catches him stalking you and intends to inform you--- If he's doing it right, you'd never know you've been tailed until you die. But if someone catches him watching you, or worse: A stand user discovered him stalking you because he was using Moody Blues, and insisted to do the right thing by telling you, then Leone would have to kill them. Before they can tell you.

The best option for a surprise attack like this would be a gun, but there's no guarantee that will work. And Moody Blues isn't a combat stand. Leone will taunt and beat them up just enough to entice them to chase after him as he runs away instead of telling you about the stalker.

It's cowardly, but so is killing someone after getting caught peeping. Leone takes zero pride in luring them into alleyways; with lower-rank thugs in passione that will gang up on the rival with enough "persuasive" blackmail and bribes Leones gives them in advance. If a group won't overwhelm them, it at least gives Leone enough time to call for backup from a more combat-oriented stand user like Narancia or Mista, and study how his rival's stand works.

They won't be walking out of that alley alive that night. Leone's taken too many precautions to get caught like this.

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Mista is scary to be a rival of, but being marked for death is a blessing.

Mista isn't above torturing or kicking the shit out of people who really overstep their boundaries; like if they try to pick on you the same way he does. And he'll make his displeasure known. Dickheads usually back off if a guy who's clearly carrying drapes himself over their target, staking his claim with a little PDA. If they want to press the issue further, Mista will gladly take the time for some entertainment.

Mista likes taking a little time in torturing someone; get a little creative with glass shards shoved under fingernails and into the roof of their mouth-- at an angle so there's no chance of the little shards being plucked out easily. And there's something to be said in using someone's teeth to open beer bottles and stubborn pop can tabs for him, even if it means their teeth chip or they cut their gums. And usually, one night of this means you won't have to worry about them anymore. People rarely come back for seconds of Guido's sadism.

But, under rare circumstances, there comes a time when Mista can't just let someone keep meddling anymore. And kicking their ass three times didn't work... So he's gonna light 'em up.

It's not like he didn't give them a fair warning. Mista won't make it as impersonal as a drive-by, as much as the idea of being the cool guy is, he could be cooler if he delivered a kickass one-liner while breaking their back over his knee. Or said something badass as he shoves his gun's muzzle into their mouth, something Brad Pitt or Nic Cage would say to a low-time villain in an action movie, right before blowing their brains out. If the one-liner ain't cool... Then he'll just say a better one after they've died. No one will know but him, anyways.

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Bruno can and will make their death public. He's already been shown to torture people on the bus and no one will say a fucking thing, and he knows that making an example by killing someone will serve as a good warning to others. Granted, Bruno will fudge a bit of the story...

He's not killing them because he likes you and they're someone you're interested in! Bruno is killing them because they stole millions of dollars from the city, acted as a money mule for a more violent organization that doesn't have this town's best interest at heart, and also just so happened to almost kill a civilian who made their payments on time because they wanted to sleep with them! This guy is the scum of the earth, even for a thug!

During their fight, Bruno will spit out these phrases that allow the audience to piece together the (fake) story on their own. Bruno is once again being a good guy doing bad things, and he's selflessly fighting against a more dangerous thug to keep everyone safe-- including that poor victim of molestation and near rape! Which, for his story to work, has to be you.

Bruno knows that he can only get away with so much, however. Torturing someone to death is fine, and he's done so before. But this story needs to have him being the righteous hero for you. Ripping them apart with his stand isn't the way to do this-- at least not in a way anyone can see. He'll use sticky fingers to unzip the internal organs inside of their body, letting them die in a way that mimics being beaten to death. Less blood spray means people won't panic as much, which makes him look better in the eyes of the people while scaring the shit out of future would-be rivals.

The public humiliation aspect of their death is horrifying; imagine being brutally beaten to death in public, and all the people who should be helping you are just watching, some with a sadistic glint in their eyes because you "deserve" this.

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Fugo is the scariest member, depending on what you'd find scarier: Certain death that you know is coming, and you just can't tell when it's going to happen... Or just a sudden violent death, like an aneurysm, with no idea what you did wrong. If you're more afraid of the anticipation of dying, knowing it's coming, yet unable to do anything about it but wait... Then Fugo is by far the scariest yandere of the gang to be marked for death.

Pannacotta is possessive, and on a hair trigger for violent outbursts, so he's scary to be around even if you aren't a rival marked for death. It's only worse because even before getting into range, Fugos stares them down with a look that only means whatever he wants to do is premeditated.

He won't bring out purple haze unless he's picked a fight with someone way stronger than him-- his stand could kill him too. Beating the fuck out of them the old-fashioned way is going to have to do. And it's not like he can't fight on his own. Fugo uses anything in reach to bludgeon or stab at them.

It's animalistic. Every hit or scratch Fugo gets back as he's caving their ribs in enrages him, triggering an animalistic need to kill. He tries to sit on top of their broken ribs, hoping his weight is enough to keep them pinned to the ground as he

There's no planning. If he's lucky enough to tail or lure them into somewhere secluded, it's obviously better, but if it's public, then it's public. People know better than to try to pry someone in the middle of a fight off each other-- at least if they're known members of Bruno Bucellatis's gang, and by implication: the mafia. Everyone smart will mind their own fucking business and get the fuck out. The only people stupid enough to intervene are tourists, that quickly get roped into the carnage when they grab Fugo's shoulder to pull him off the other corpse, only to wind up bludgeoned too.

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If we're talking about how scary it is for a guy to just charge at you like a rabid dog with zero regard for his own safety or pain so long as he kills you, then Narancia is definitely up top in terms of fear factor.

The level of certainty in being hunted by Narancia is terrifying. You will not survive. You won't even last an hour-- once he gets it in his head that you're a nuisance to him or his darling, he is going to hunt you down. Using his stand to spray the streets with bullets, going up to random people and slamming them into walls or kicking them to the ground to see if they're who he's looking for, starting fires to smoke them out of buildings or die in the burning rubble.

Narancia at the very least has to be provoked into killing someone, so that does put a damper on how scary he is... And unlike provoking Fugo, its easier to tell if you're going to get yourself killed. Narancia isn't going to kill someone for talking to his darling, or trying to hang out with them when he's not around (because that's easy: He'll just tag along).

But that doesn't make it any less scary because if Narancia decides you're going to die, it's something he does right away. There is no warning, no way to mentally prepare yourself. It just starts. Narancia is hunting them down, screaming and swearing as he pounds himself against any doors or walls in the way, slashing wildly with his switchblade, spraying the streets with bullets, setting fires, and trying to bite them-- and they're probably not going to know why he wants to kill them suddenly, because the inciting incident maybe warrants a punch in the face, not a knife in their kneecaps while Narancia fucking bites their nose off, and slashes across their chest with his other switchblade in front of everyone, promising to slice them small enough to cram down a toilet and piss on.

Narancia is the scariest because there is no restraint. If he's killing you, it's violent and erratic.

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Giorno would be one of those yanderes who no one would suspect of being one because of how calm and composed he is most of the time, but it becomes obvious once you look at all the subtle hints in his behavior (overprotective, doting on his darling by gifting out things that he noticed greatly caught their interest, etc.).

Giorno is really weird, if you go back and watch/read from the perspective of people around him (no internal monologue, no moments of Giorno figuring out shit. Just observe as if you are Polpo or Narancia or anyone but the omnipotent reader/viewer).

Giorno is eerily calculating. He doesn’t express emotions the same way everyone else around him does, and he’s good at dismissing the creepy vibes he can’t help but give off. Something is wrong with Giorno, you instinctively know it when you see him, but he’s so good at covering up how cold and calculating he is that everyone just assumes there’s a less sinister reason. Almost everyone, anyways (Leone was onto something, in my opinion).

What it really is that makes Giorno likely to get away with extorting, stalking, blackmailing, and kidnapping his darling is that he’s such an obvious choice for emotionally-challenged-guy-snaps-and-kidnaps-someone that he’s discredited immediately.

Everyone assumes that if Giorno even had the time to develop feelings for someone, it would have to compete with his need for power. And nothing can compete with Giornos obsession for power.

But what they might not think about is that power is power— even if power from complete control over a relationship is considered lower stakes power than running the biggest mafia.

Giorno is just one of those people where it’s so obvious he’d be a possessive megalomaniac that people can’t be bothered to think about it much harder.

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A bit of a different type of confession, but here goes. I find it so aggravatingly confusing that so many other yandere headcanon blogs interpret yandere!Fugo as a sadistic incel who goes out of his way to use his darling as a sex doll/punching bag to take out his frustrations on.

I don’t wanna slag people for having different interpretations of the same character, but I agree that it never just felt like Fugo to me.

I think the reason they characterize Fugo as violent and hyper-sexual is because those are common traits of rape survivors. But there’s no one size fits all for trauma survivors of any kind— and while it’s just as likely for someone to become hyper-sexual, there’s the likelihood that they become paranoid about coercing or somehow forcing their partner to the ultimatum of rape/abandon them for lack of sex.

And that just seems to line up with Fugos personality a little more, in my opinion.

It’s also weird when he’s this sadistic who thrives on others suffering and plans out how to torment his victims because… That’s not what I saw watching season five, or reading the spinoff manga.

I saw a man who desperately wants to compose himself, who doesn’t want to be angry all the time, who’s trying his best to keep his literal manifestation of violent outbursts at bay. I saw a man who, when he did snap, did so impulsively and brutally. It wasn’t about planning out how to best humiliate the victim— he saw an immediate threat, and he pummelled them, with all the grace and intelligence of a rabid boar.

Even when the outbursts were at Narancia (someone Fugo obviously doesn’t consider a threat but a friend), they’re quick, loud, and almost instinctual. Stabbing him with a fork, jabbing him with the keys, ect.

I see Fugo as someone who tries his hardest to control his violent tendencies, and wants to use a more logical approach to fixing problems (running away from a mafia boss as opposed to going to the island that he’s definitely luring your group to, which means it’s a trap, for example). But due to his hyper-vigilance, can’t help but have a more explosive reaction to things that aren’t a big deal to most people.

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Narancia would be most likely go into psycho mode if he believes darling is going to either die or abandon him, or if (he thinks) darling is lying to him.

Okay first of all: Yes, he does. And second of all: Narancia will jump to conclusions so fucking fast.

If you smile while talking to a shop owner, Narancia's mind will race with every possible worst-case scenario. You want to cheat on him. You're already cheating on him, with anything that moves. You're planning on running away in the middle of the night with one of your thousands of lovers. He's going to be left alone, and wondering where you went like a fucking idiot while you go have eight children and twelve dogs in another country with someone else.

And now, at the thought of something that isn't even true, Narancia feels inferior.

You leave the store with your items, and Narancia clamps himself to your side, shoving his face as hard as he can into your shoulder. To the point you know you're going to have bruises where his nose and chin were.

Luckily, if he doesn't move to hurt someone else in a flurry of rage, you can manage to calm him down. You don't have to know the specifics of his delusion-- you'll learn quickly almost every fit in public is because he feels like you're going to abandon him. And if you just reassure him, Narancia will relax and become playful again. If you don't, you'll gain another stab wound from his switchblade sticking into your ribs. He's predictable, if nothing else.

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Let's face it, Narancia is the type of yandere to lunge at you, with the intent to kill or maim, at least three seconds after catching you looking at his darling in a way he disapproves of.

Narancia canonically kicked the shit out of a guy in broad daylight, all because the dude got (understandably) mad at him for spilling wine on his suit.

So yeah I agree! Narancia will brawl with anyone that gives his darling a hard time; Keeping in mind Narancia is delusional and may interpret anything someone else does as antagonistic to him and his darling, but not with consistency.

One day: Nara is totally fine with you tipping the pizza guy, the next: Narancia is slashing the tires of the delivery guy because they waited in the doorway 'leering' at you and asking "How you wanna pay for it" (and Narancia interpreted this as flirting, ignoring the "cash or debit?" you were asked by the poor person).

And the week after that Narancia ends up ordering from the same place. And he lets you answer the door. Because why would he have a problem?

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Leone is not an f/o but if I had a yandere I would be delighted if he was it. We would just be on the same couch, heads on opposite ends of the arm rests, legs tangled up, and ignoring each other as best we can after doing each others makeup for hours only to stay inside. It would be so chill.

Like he is obsessive and he’s never going to let me out of his life and it doesn’t matter if he gives me a head start, because he can just find me thanks to moody blues. So it’s fun to be free range, but sometimes I just wanna sit and do nothing.

Leone is such a chill yandere. He’d be obnoxious and terrifying in other ways, but there would at least be moments of peace.

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I have a strong feeling that any incident where Fugo's darling is put in grave danger will speed up the process of him inevitably kidnapping him/her/them.

The sucky thing for him is that, well... Live by the sword, die by the sword! When you work in organized crime, people die, and the fact of the matter is that it's organized. Being smart isn't going to save you, and neither is his stand. Someone smarter, with more power, will have the final say.

But it's that exact set of facts that will drive Fugo up the wall, thinking of every possible way you two have attracted attention, and the consequences. It wouldn't be perfect if you were kidnapped, but it would make it easier if you weren't so accessible.

So, the grave danger that sets Fugo off may be months off-- years if you were lucky-- but in the end, it won't take much provoking before Fugo's paranoia wins over, and he kidnaps you.

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Narancia seems to be like he would be the type of yandere who would glomp his darling, and then be angry when he/she/they fail(s) to return the physical affection quickly enough for his liking.

He's affectionate like a bulldog. Brunts into you, shaking from excitement and toppling you over. And then he gets nippy when you push him off you, even jokingly. Though it might not be a joke anymore, now that he's bit your hand as you shove him off you. And now you're yelling at him, and hitting him, and all he was trying to do was be nice to you, dickhead!

And from there it's either a full-blown brawl, or Narancia hits you a couple of times before getting up and off of you in a huff.

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Based on a combination of posts on this blog and the previous blog and the fandom's general misconceptions on him, Narancia would be the love interest in a yandere horror visual novel who players, assuming the order is optional, might pick if they want to start off easy with the horror aspects, only to be caught off-guard by how intense things get in his route.

Oh, that's so accurate! Narancia doesn't have half the warnings that others may have (no Cronenberg-style body horror, for example, since his stand can't do that).

But then BOOM! Stabs you when he feels abandoned, which is way too hard to avoid considering he's supposed to be an "easy to manipulate" kind of character, he jumps to conclusions all the time, and ends up stabbing your character. Bites. Kicks the shit out of people, and gets the two of you in trouble all the time.

You try to load up another save file and pursue a different character. But your character wakes up to Narancia on top of them, rambling, before slitting your character's throat and his wrists, dying on top of you. The save file deletes itself after, and all you have is his save file. Turns out, his code prevents you from starting other save files without this bad ending. You have to uninstall and reinstall the whole game again.

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In the event that the vampiric half of Giorno's dhampyr traits takes a strong enough hold, I would gladly accept being turned by him for the sake of being the aforementioned Don's eternal bride.

I'd like to study this... A dhampyr who doesn't even know he's got that level of supernatural on top of his stand powers... Having him learn through deduction that while he has the fangs and improved speed and strength, but can still go into the sun, and he sucks blood through his hands instead of his fangs (as Dio did)... Having him wonder if he can create even more powerful mafioso for his gang.

And by experimenting on his men, learning it might make his darling harder to kill. Which, should you be in danger-- which he knows despite his best efforts to hoard you, is still a possibility-- you can hold on longer than you would unturned.