𓂃✍︎ headcanon: in which the uppermoons are angrily called by their full names as if they are in trouble with their lover/s
note. daki/ume is excluded in this headcanon
18+ mdni · based on this request
🀥 — You'd better mark this day as your bravest moment ever.
🀥 — Perhaps it’s your dull-witted bravery that saved you, because what in God's name did you just say in that mouth of yours? All six of his eyes blink separately and look at you as if you’re the one who’s grotesque here. No one, not even Muzan himself, who is currently sitting across from him and deep in thought over a disrupted meeting, dared to simply utter his full human name out of the blue. Not without consequences, that is.
🀥 — And yet here you are, bouncing at the soles of your feet with the most innocent-looking face they have seen from you. But you are nowhere near innocent; the bite marks littered across your skin (barely even healing from your regeneration) are proof enough.
🀥 — You should also be glad that you are a demon he specifically requested to turn, and that you’re his lover, because you may have hit a spot in that chipped armor of his. And if you were any less of a demon, you would've died permanently.
🀥 — His wretched name uttered in that wretched mouth of yours. And as one would expect, he refuses to speak with you for the next 91 years.
🀥 — Truthfully, this demon doesn’t even remember his true name, and so you call him as how he presented himself since, now, and forever: Dōma.
🀥 — Dōma stares at you with a faux curiosity that could have made the people who worship him weep. There is a lilt in the way he tips his head and hides his face behind his fan. A mocking salute, if you will. And his voice is no better, as he brings you closer to his side. “So cute! Very cute, yes! You said my name. My, my, now what reward should I give you, hm?”
🀥 — “You’re not even going to ask why I sounded angry?” That’s the first thing you say. Incredulously brazen you are, that could've sent your head rolling to the ground had you still been human.
🀥 — You planned everything right, and you wanted to see the look on his face. But instead, he gives you exactly what he shows the rest: Dōma.
🀥 — He blinks, and that maniacal smile appears, canine teeth peeking through as a cold invite for you. “Oh, but you know. I am different! We can go down memory lane if we must. Let’s see – ah! – I was always . . . different, and as a child I was referred to as a go –”
🀥 — You walk away, huffing. “Goodbye,”
🀥 — “Wait! Don’t you want to hear how different I am! I heard that women go crazy if you’re different!”
🀥 — “No.” You say sternly.
🀥 — “But don’t you want to be the one who ‘fixes me’?”
🀥 — If you think redemption is waiting for you at the end of this lifeline, you are sorely mistaken. You're definitely going to hell for this, because this one . . . now, this one hurts a lot.
🀥 — It started as a mere joke, Dōma suggested you should do for Akaza. And what began as something as simple as a jest quickly turns into the most gut-wrenching feeling you might have ever experienced.
🀥 — When you whisper his name, and not even the entirety of it yet, every nerve of his fighting spirit trembles and stops. He turns around, looking at you in sheer cold panic, and wonders if he just heard what he thought he heard. Of course, like a lunatic, you mistook his behavior and think that, why yes, this is how one dies.
🀥 — “Was – was that my name?” He tells you, almost afraid to have that bone-chilling hope. It’s been a long time, and he thinks he has rid himself of who he used to be, of his weakened self, thinking that this is who he is now. This is power beyond anything he imagines. This is moving forward. But no, the moment you call him, he’s heartbreakingly reminded that he’s still that weak boy searching for some purpose of living. That he's still . . . stuck.
🀥 — And just like a broken compass that he is, he doesn’t know which way to go.
🀥 — All along, that arrow zigzags its way to you, and in one breath, you tear him apart, and he is finished.
🀥 — His gait becomes uncoordinated, stumbling right in front of you. Instinctively, you pick him up. He refuses to meet your eyes, perhaps frightened of what other kind of power you have over him. Never before has he felt undeniably lost. And never before have you wanted to kill yourself for doing this to him.
🀥 — But for a while, you give him a chance to regain himself. If it takes him one lifetime to the next, then so be it. It doesn't matter. You'd be there for him.
🀥 — You tilt his chin so you two can look at each other, and all you can see is the gentleness of his gaze upon you and all the times he wishes he could’ve still been that boy who could’ve done the right things when the world forced him to do everything wrong.
🀥 — “Hakuji,” you say his name, and you feel his embrace engulf you as he holds you tighter and tighter, burying his face against you.
🀥 — You basically triggered all versions of him. And each has its own consequences, especially given their fragmented and deluded personality.
🀥 — Sekido bursts, anger engulfs him quickly like flames. He never thinks for one second you would have done this to him, but you do. Do you think that you can talk to him like that? It takes him a moment to rein it in. When he realizes that it’s all a ploy, he eases slightly. Still, he is a personified version of anger, so it will always be there to linger.
🀥 — Karaku might see through the illusion of your playful deceit and play along. “Does my name have a certain ring to it, my love?” He likes your musings, and he is not one to be insulted over trivial things. In fact, he loves the entirety of this exchange.
🀥 — Aizetsu doesn’t want anything to do with you for a day or two. He wallows in his self-depriving bubble and releases chokes of sadness. When you tell him it’s all some sort of joke just to lighten his mood up, he sulks even harder. You then realize that this is one of the versions you should not have chosen, as you sulk in your own corner, too. The plan completely backfired.
🀥 — Urogi is a tricky one. Though he omits what joy should be, you aren’t too sure if that joy of his is what can be perceived as genuine, or if he has some ulterior motives that result in you taking flying lessons with him. Either way, he keeps squawking at you for even remembering his name. You don’t even have the time to tell him it’s all a mere jest to see what he would do; he just soared off to who knows where. Because of that, a part of you wishes that he accidentally knocks some corners of the castle along the way.
🀥 — Urami never shows up. He's that triggered.
🀥 — Hantengu himself will not believe a word you say. Not from your trick of getting angry at him, and not even when you call him by his entire name. But he will cry and cower, and find any means to distance himself from you. Regardless of whether you tell it’s a joke, Hantengu will scurry off.
🀥 — Never mind Aizetsu, Urami, or Hantengu, Zōhakuten is the one you are most careful about in all the versions. While he must have sensed you merely wish to tease him about his name, which he cares not for in a manner that he might’ve committed something drastic, that still doesn’t stop that unsettling feeling from you that this may or may not end with you being dead for good. Thankfully, he merely gives you a nod and walks off. He’s used by your insignificant and pointless antics by now.
🀥 — And you wind up wondering just how on earth you end up with seven of him.
🀥 — Gyokko will not tolerate the sound of your tone, and he will throw childish tantrums when you call him by his name.
🀥 — “You think I’ve done something?” He shouts. “Maybe it was you! You probably started it!”
🀥 — You merely sigh and call his name again. He lets loose a scream and jumps from vase to vase.
🀥 — Perhaps you are sort of a masochist, but it amuses you just how funny he runs away into pretty little vases.
🀥 — Gyūtarō reacts to your call in confusion. He wonders when he has admitted his name to you because even he has a troubling time remembering. Though it doesn’t hurt that you know it, he doesn’t mind it at all.
🀥 — Perhaps in his case, it feels a little good. At least someone never forgot him, even if one day he will walk through the fires of hell.
🀥 — He lowers his weapons and slumps over. Yeah, maybe even a cold-hearted demon such as himself doesn't mind that sometimes there’s someone else thinking about them.
🀥 — Even if it’s just a joke.
🀥 — Joke or not, Nakime will not be entertained.
🀥 — With that stupid biwa of hers that you despise very much, you will be transported from one end of the castle to the other, until she finally has had enough torturing you.
🀥 — Joke's on her, though, you’ve got eternity to keep teasing her.
🀥 — That arrogance of his shatters beneath the call of his name and that tone you choose. Through hurried steps and a perplexed expression, he appears face-to-face with you.
🀥 — You raise your brow in challenge and call him again.
🀥 — It wasn't that long since he’s been turned into a demon, and yet just the remembrance of the past he’s ashamed to even have is maddening.
🀥 — What’s even more humiliating is when you begin to smile and laugh, admittedly telling him it’s all a joke. But the point still stands: he is still very much affected by who he used to be. And he vows harder to change that.
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