JJBA Imagines

Fugo: I Don't Want to Hurt You

Sorry this one took a bit longer, and sorry it's a little short. I feel like my writing is going down hill and for some stories idk how to make them long. Also I feel like Fugo isn't a fluffy character but I made him super fluffy and I love it. ANYWAY enjoy.
Request for @KillerQueenDuck

Warnings: none

You always thought people were proud of their stands. That they felt it was a gift to be blessed with such a powerful ability, regardless of whether used for good or evil. But when you met Fugo you realized that wasn't true. You always took pride in your stand, but he kept his hidden. He was especially withholding when you first met.

But you were going to ask him about Purple Haze, it may have been risky, but you had finally built up the guts to do it. You and Fugo had been dating for almost a year, and you'd grown curious to see Purple Haze for a while. Most times, when you felt the urge to ask Fugo about his stand, you held your tongue, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But the two of you had built faith in each other that was as solid and steady as a rock, and it felt right to ask. After all, you couldn't help your curiosity, and stifling it would only cause it to grow. In the past, you'd only seen Purple Haze a handful of times, always during fights, but Fugo rarely brought him out. You knew how Fugo felt about bringing Purple Haze out for non-fight related reasons. Hell, he rarely summoned him for fights either.

The door to Fugo's room was open. He was reading a lengthy textbook, jotting things down in a notebook when you found him. You watched him as he skimmed through the pages, not yet noticing you. Tapping your fist against the wooden door, you called to him, "Fugo?"

His eyes darted from the page to you. He smiled, "Y/n, what is it?"

All you could manage was an 'um' while you twiddled your fingers nervously. The fear of rejection and embarrassment crept onto your cheeks, painting them red. What if he said no? What if he thought it was a stupid question and got angry?

Fugo closed his book, hopping up from his bed. "You're shaking, Mi Amore. What's wrong?" He brought one hand to your cheek, and the other wrapped around your trembling hands.

You took a deep breath. "I-I want to see Purple Haze," you stammered.

He was slightly taken aback. No one had ever wanted to willingly encounter purple haze, not even him. His hand left your cheek. He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Y/n, you know I never bring him out. It's too dangerous," he stressed.

"I know," you bit your lip, "I just wanted to see him up close, but I understand if you don't want to. I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to do it when you feel ready," you expressed.

"No, it's not that. I just want you to be sure that you want to do this," he assured softly.

"I am," You nodded.

"Ok," he replied, "just be careful around him." He took a few steps back making sure you were far enough away in the event that something happened. He summoned Purple Haze being very careful to watch his movements. There was no danger, so naturally, Haze was calmer than usual.

You admired the checkered pattern of the stand, his yellow eyes, hidden behind the purple-tinted shield over his face. You took small slow steps, leaning down to meet his face as he crouched on the floor. A low gurgle came from his mouth as you leaned into him. He seemed curious, tilting his head to look at you.

Fugo saw something different in Purple Haze's eyes, something he'd never seen before. He'd seen them clouded by fear, hatred, rage, but never this. It was soft like Haze was staring at a kitten. His instincts to kill, overcome with a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.

You brought a hand to his cheek, carefully feeling the wires that held his mouth shut. His grumbling became a soft purr as he leaned into your touch. You smiled softly at him, grasping his hand.

Fugo's breath stopped in his throat as he watched your hands venture towards the capsules of poison, without knowing it. The space between you and Haze was closing slowly, and Fugo could feel all of your movements against Haze. You traced your fingertips along the synthetic-like pattern on Purple Haze's skin, sending shivers down Fugo's spine. Your cheek was only an inch away from Haze's. You took your time to gently press your body against his. Chest to chest, hand to hand, cheek to cheek. But Purple Haze reacted strangely to the feeling, moving with lightning speed to pull you into his embrace, trying to deepen the feeling. It happened so fast, you didn't have time to process what he was doing.

But Fugo did. He panicked at the sudden movements, fearing that one of the capsules may have broken. He quickly withdrew Purple Haze and caught you in his arms before you could tumble to the ground.

"Are you ok Mi Amore?" he asked with a shaky tone.

"I'm fine," you replied, "but what happened? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no," he disputed, "I just get scared to have him so close to you." He looked away, ashamed. "I'm not proud of what my stand can do."

You tiled your head, bringing a hand to his cheek. "Fugo, you don't have to be scared of him anymore," you cooed.

He sighed, "I know, I know." His eyes fell to the floor. "But Purple Haze is hard to control. He's rash and frantic. I don't always know what he's going to do," he admitted.

You pulled him into your embrace, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your chest. He let out a deep sigh, pressing his hand to the small of your back. "And what if you had gotten hurt? I could never live with myself if I had been the cause of it," he breathed.

"You wouldn't have hurt me. You have to remember that you're in control," you reminded. You placed a wet kiss on his cheek. "I trust you," you whispered into his ear.

He smiled against your cheek then took a step back once again. He summoned Purple Haze again, and this time he didn't hesitate to wrap you in his arms. You laughed as he let out a joyous gurgle. The feeling of his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck was warm and comforting. He was careful not to let his visor dig into your supple skin.

When you looked to Fugo he was blushing furiously and biting down a smile.

You began to unravel yourself from Purple Haze's grasp, taking hold of his and Fugo's hand leading them both to the bed. You squeezed yourself between them as you all tried to fit onto the queen-sized bed. The feeling of your back pressed against Fugo's chest met with the feeling of Purple Haze's arms around your torso sent warm waves through your body, like the waves of the oceans lapping softly over your skin. Haze's fingers came to play with your hair, twirling it, admiring the foreign feeling as he snaked it between his fingers. You were welcomed into his arms once again, burying your face in his chest. You were perfectly sandwiched between them, arms and legs interlocked as they placed sweet touches to your body.

Form behind, Fugo placed soft kisses on your neck, while Haze's hands run down your body, caressing your sides and your thighs as you become sleepy in his arms.

You twisted around to look at Fugo. His half-lidded eyes and dreamy smile made your heartbeat quicken, "I told you there was nothing to be afraid of," you smiled.

He let out a throaty laugh and pulled you close.