prompt: how do the upper moons get reader's attention?
tags / cw: short headcanons, upper moons fight for your attention, mentions of eating humans and demons, douma forces people to bow for you, mention of a dead demon slayer,
a/n: i love my cuties so much, they have such good chemistry especially when pit against each other like this <3
Akaza
"Here, just watch and learn," Akaza had said with a smirk, making you sit down on some rock before throwing himself at a demon slayer. He makes the fight last way longer than it should just so he can show off some of his blood demon art to you. When he's done, he hands the slayer to you so you can get a quick meal.
"Thanks..but I don't really feel like eating humans beaten up like that right now," you said.
His face froze, bowing his head in sorry even when you say it's alright, trying to convince him you weren't disappointed and you'd eat it if he really wanted you to. But at least now he gets to show off his sneakiness?
Douma
Douma loves bringing you to his cult! No Kokushibo or Akaza trying to pull you away from him, it's like heaven! You two talk over tea that's really just blood but he has to make it accurate, but it's still tons of fun! Then he of course makes his followers bow to you because you're just so cute!
"Don't you see my lovely?" Douma said, hugging your back, watching the humans tremble beneath your feet. "They love you soooo much! Just like how I love you!" He laughed. He'll give you as much attention as you may not want.
But he does also steal Akaza's ideas, giving you humans and demons to gorge on all the time so you see him as a good caretaker!
Kokushibo
"Look," Kokushibo had made you stand still as he walked over to some practice dummy, neatly chopping it in pieces with his katana. He huffed proudly, before realizing that this wasn't going to keep you frozen in shock. You could leave any second!
"Uh, actually," He murmured. "Let's have a battle.
You accepted thankfully for him. He goes EXTREMELY easy on you, letting you test your blood demon art and even let you hit a couple of punches. He didn't do much to fight back. But it was worth it to scrap a bit of pride to see you smile and being so focused on him.
"That was really good," He complimented you, but then he suggested a few more things. And now you're stuck training on a dummy while he guides you.
"Heyyy cutie!" Douma called out, waving. Akaza was surprisingly there, his arms crossed and a good distance away from Douma. "Let's go have some fun and kill some hum-"
One glare from Kokushibo made them turn on their heels.
Warnings: Yandere behavior, GN! Human! Reader, stalking, canon-violence, obsessive tendencies, manipulation (minimal), and spoilers for his storyline.
A/N: This was supposed to come out two years ago because of my moot, @married-to-google-translater. Finally finished it 🫠!
Akaza loves you the same way he fights; with accuracy, dedication, and instinctual devotion. He doesn’t chase, but guards. Like you’re something sacred. The exact way he did in those broken memories, reminded him of someone. That someone who constantly interlaced into the view of you—a strange woman—who still haunts him. Just as you do. There’s so much watching. So much feeling. He makes you feel marked before he whizzes out of the shadows, revealing just how insane you make him. At peace.
Any love interests are challenged. He thrives on his jealousy. Envy. He despises that someone else has you. That he has to share you. That they can visit you all day, every evening, and every single night. A brewing, selfish part of him wants you to himself. When he sees them with you, his teeth grind. Fangs hiss when he notices the gifts. The hugs. Every time they buy you stuff, Akaza always ends up surpassing them somehow.
When you smile, he feels a glow of pride. Encouragement. Showing silently that he can take care of you better. But, if you are really into the relationship, he respects your decision. Even when it drives him insane—seeing your lover kiss your cheek—your happiness is number one. So, if they make you happy, then so is he.
That is until they choose to be abusive. Even an argument that made you cry has him on edge. Skirting to the part where they need to suffer. He quietly sits beside you, tracing your skin, while commenting that he can make it disappear. Your pain. The suffering. All of it if you just say the word.
Arguably, Akaza is overprotective. Extremely so. He isn’t possessive nor demands to be in your space, but is always silently there. An unwavering presence that stays. Stalking away as you do your own business. That unnerving feeling in your gut that soon relieves you as he ensures your safety. Being properly cared for. Promising to protect you even if it costs him everything.
It’s in every small quiet act, as an unspoken promise. One that makes you abundantly special; like how danger never seems to approach you. Everyone tells you to stay clear of nightfall, yet as you roam the dark roads, it’s uncomfortably clear. The wind doesn’t even whistle. Just the occasional crack of twigs.
Or the fact that anyone who bothers you, even a bump into the shoulder, disappears. Rumors spread of their aware bouts. Or if you were to trip and fall, Akaza is catching you before a blink registers—revealing himself to others—and just as fast as he appeared, the blood does too. It splatters everywhere. And it’s warm. Burns your skin. Just like his rare but devoted behavior. Even when he apologizes, wipes away the filth, more screams are heard throughout the night, but it’s cougar season, right?
As soon as Akaza realistically spends most of his off time with you, his respect is outnumbered. More than for himself. Sometimes accelerating the Demon King. Even if he’d never be able to admit it out loud, you own him in ways he can’t explain. In your presence, Akaza naturally adjusts his stance to formal, even if he’d finish a fight that second. Instinctively keeps his hands visible and relaxed. Like a subconscious gesture to show he has no hostile intent. That he craves your attention and touch. You make him spiral.
It’s no surprise that his sense of touch is extremely sensitive. Detects vibrations, your vibrations, way before they initiate any sounds. It’s how he finds you. Every time.
Even if you were not to inform him of your walk, plans of sneaking out, or being in the public district, he’s always discovering your whereabouts. Showing up in places that he shouldn’t—by chance looking up and seeing his shadow on the market’s rooftops—or swallowing when you feel the wind brush against your neck as you finish dinner. He appears silently but is always there for you. Right until you two can be alone.
Akaza reads your emotions ridiculously well. His eyes examine your face, irises gauging your state of mind. He knows if you’ve had a bad day because of your increased nose wrinkles. How closing your eyes mid-conversation means being in pain. Shifting your shoulders means you are cold. Or how tapping your feet four times, instead of three, means you need a moment of silence. It happens so smoothly, you don’t even double-think it till he knows you’re lying. Will watch you fidget, trying to avoid what is clearly in the air. Right until you think everything is okay, he’ll lean in and ask: "You gonna tell me what’s on your mind? Or am I gonna be forced to find out?" Usually, he already knows.
Akaza learns how to cook for you. If you refuse to turn into a demon, he tries to make you dinner. The few times, it’s bad. Pans bent and torn apart. Burnt meals. Handles yanking off and chopsticks snapping. Half of it isn’t even the worst.
Eventually, like everybody, he gets better. Seeks duties in books. Copies the districts’ prepping, flips, and cuts. He works on it till it comes out perfect.
Akaza’s affection is deeply touch-starved. There’s no doubt he gleams under your touch. Yet he’s terrified to touch you. His future and his hands, thick with blood, have been marked with violence. Something that shouldn’t and will not begin to touch you. Terrified that the cruelty will bleed into yours. So he refuses to initiate touch with you; consciously aware of the space between you two. Pulls back, avoids your eyes, your skin. Not until you reach for him. Each time you do it, Akaza folds. Exhales deeply, as his palm hugs your hands. Even if you’re taller. Bigger. His massive palms still engulf yours. And every time, it’s like you’ve caught him off guard, and to be fair, sometimes you do.
But as far as keeping you home, he doesn’t do it permanently. Same from kidnapping. You are safe from that, at least.
Akaza is smart enough to know that human beings are sociable creatures. Habits and behaviors are meant to be shared. See the sun, inhale the air, and continue life. So he tolerates it. Allows you to leave during the day, presuming his resting in the darkest corners of your home at times. Watching as you come in and out, while avoiding any unnecessary visits. He asks where you’re going, humming depending on the answer. But hissing on the ones he hates. Despises. Visits to see any slayers, especially for training.
If anything, Akaza feels insulted. As in like you’ve cheated on him. He is your trainer, not some other lousy being. Nobody should reach out and offer their hand as you walk over a river, he should be doing it. Should be carrying you instead. Ensuring your body isn’t touched by dirt. He punches trees at the very thought of it. And when he smells them on you? His teeth grind. Canines mincing as he engulfs you himself. He’s like a dog, rubbing his smell on you. Growing stronger if you persist.
Violence is expected of him. But when it comes to you he is softer. A tad more lenient in halting his ideas. Impulsive ones. But that doesn’t erase what he will and has done for you. His hands are so soft and clean despite what you may think. There’s never any evidence. None to show that he crushed your childhood bully’s skull. Of the detailed spurts of blood that leave you up at night. In a thinking game, you know it’s him. We all do. But what can you do, really?
He also holds a grudge like nobody else. Never forgive those who have hurt you. Even if you have, he refuses to move on. Keeps a memory of your pain, of what they did. How you described it. Relishing the very moment he can have a chance to settle the score. And once he does, you swear the next few nights, his pupils dilate when he’s staring at you.
Akaza hates crowds. It’s a threat awaiting you. You are weak. Nimble. He worries more about your safety than his weakness to the sun. But he ends up cold-shouldering it. Rolling his eyes when you begin to walk into that direction, grabbing your hand and silently asking is it really necessary? As in everything, yes it is and so he follows. But of course, as a Demon, he can’t blend in—but you can—so he follows on the rooftops. Jumping to each connected thatch, watching everybody’s intentions. How they respond to you. Look at you. Right until you are done shopping.
Even with your hands full of bags, Akaza grabs you before you register being carried back home.
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A/N: NO promises that this will be coming any time soon, but I had some ideas for this potential Akaza fic and wanted to know your thoughts!! The Beating Heart of Upper Three - Prologue
Notes: Hashira reader who has the ability to soothe/heal...lemme know if this is something you'd read!!
You shouldn't have done it. You know you shouldn't have.
But the memory keeps playing in your head. Over and over and over again. A demon, leaning into the palm of your hand, eyes fluttering with relief at your healing touch.
Not just a demon -- an upper rank. Upper three.
Akaza, you remember him saying in that saccharine voice.
Why he didn't kill you, you don't know. Intrigue? Entertainment?
You still remember the look behind his eyes, hidden under bloodlust and centuries of hatred. The look that made you do it – made you take away his pain, even for a moment.
There's a reason you don't – can't touch demons. As your fellow Hashira say, they don't deserve to forget. They don't deserve to be healed.
But the Upper Moon that you'd seen – Akaza – didn't feel like any other demon. For the first time, you felt…a demon's soul.
Akaza's soul.
There was something inside him, some semblance of humanity that you felt scratching at the well guarded surface of him.
And grief, so bone deep that it made you want to help him.
"What did you do to me, Hashira?" he hissed in your face.
"You're hurting," you blurted out in disbelief. "I can feel…you still have your soul. I can feel it."
It was wrong. Contrary to everything you were taught, the opposite of every killing instinct you had honed into yourself.
But your soul did not lie. There was something in him – something more.
"You know nothing, Little Hashira," he whispered into the dark.
He disappeared into the darkness that night – quiet and deadly.
But Akaza never forgot. He never forgot the Hashira that took away his pain – that quieted the ever churning voices in his head.
It was then, that night, that Akaza decided he hated you – the Hashira who made him feel, who gave him peace.
Can I request headcanons to the hashira or upper moons being called cute by the reader??
Big apologies for taking so long 🙇♀️ I will go with the first three Uppermoons since I am not feeling it for the other ones and especially not for Gyokkos fugly ass. Sorry for all his simps, I respect you, but he is just... simply not for me. I am sure there are another amazing writers out there who would gladly write him, but it's unfortunately not me. Sorry 🫣
Uppermoon's being called cute
Warnings: None
Word Count: 359
Pairing: Uppermoon x Fem!Reader
crossposted on AO3
Kokushibo
At first, he would ignore you. Act like he didn't hear it.
But your repeating would force him to react.
And that will make him blatantly stare at you. With his 6 eyes. Trying to intimidate you.
But it fails miserably, since you think he is oh so cute. (I would be intimidated and horny)
You start to cock your head and tell him again with a smile.
A long sigh comes from him. Of course he had heard that he appears dignified and majestic, but not 'cute'.
He comes closer to you, towering you with his height as he lowers his 6 eyes onto you.
"Nobody... dared to call me cute..."
"Well then they are blind."You got balls.
And fortunately, he likes it.
A rare little smile cracks on the corner of his mouth. "You may... accompany me on my next mission..."
Jackpot
Douma
"Kyaa Y/N-chaaaan! You are waaay cuter than me"
He would look at you with his beautiful rainbow eyes that you love so much.
You shake your head. "No, you are cuter"
"No you."
"No you!"
"No you"
"Okay fine we are both very cute"
"No Y/N-chan I still have to disagree. You are a female and they usually provide more nutritions which in turn taste sweeter!"
And while he said that he looked at you a little bit hungrier than usual.
Run.
Akaza
He would first think that he just misheard you.
"Huh?"
You repeated yourself and gave him a sugar-sweet smile.
A surprised look on his eyes while he blinks with his pretty pink eyelashes.
Was that a faint blush on his cheeks?
You tried to get a closer look, but he turned away because you had gotten too close to him.
"Akaza-sama you are even cuter like this!"
"Stop saying things like this!"
"But it's true!"
"Y/N..." His tone was warning.
But you couldn't help but giggle. "Even more cute now"
A sigh as he gave up, the faint blush still on his cheek. "Fine, will you stop calling me like that if I accept it?"
But you only stuck your tongue out at him to tease him even more.
Hello can I order platonic yandere douma please with a side of a human child reader. Basically the prompt with Douma being obsessed with maybe a demon slayers kid or a follower kid and deciding that they is now his child not theirs or something along those lines.
Thank you, and have a good day!
Now now, stay with me!
Chef note: Hello dear anon apologies for the long wait, one platonic yandere Douma coming right up!~
Pairs: Yandere!Douma x Chid!reader
(Platonic!)
Genre: Yandere
Prompt: Stay with me for a little longer won’t you?
When the founder of the Eternal Paradise Cult was about to enter his chamber, he felt a tug on his sleeve.
He turned his head to the side and his beautiful rainbow pupils locked eyes with E/C one’s.
It was a young girl, he had seen her many times in the temple but never got the time to talk to her.
He got down on one knee with a smile on his face.
"Hello there little one! What’s your name?" Douma asked.
As you sniffle you had the courage to answer the great founder, "[Name]."
As he could see tears building up in your eyes he had a worried look on his face.
"What’s wrong [Name]-chan? Why are you so sad?" The third strongest Demon asked, this cult existed to bring happiness and luck and to satisfy Douma’s hunger, not sadness and suffering.
"I can’t find my mama!" You finally let the tears out as you cried, you hated being away from your mother.
He got up from his position and offered his hand to you, "How about we both try to find your mother?" He offered with a smile.
You nodded as your small hand took his hand and you two began walking around, trying to find your mother.
As you found your mother, she and you thanked the founder, weeks went by, and you and Douma began to hang out a lot.
Douma for the first time felt something, he didn’t know what it was, but he feels something when he is around you.
Maybe you were the source?
Douma longed to feel any emotion, he longed to feel love, anger, hatred, happiness, sadness any emotion that was out there, and now he may have found who could make him feel these things.
He decided to kill and devour your mother because she was always in the way.
Of course, you didn’t know about the monster he is.
You stood up from the lotus pond and decided to find your mom.
"I must go now, Douma-sama my mama may be worried." You informed him.
As you were about to walk away Douma grabbed you gently by the arm.
"Stay with me for a little longer won’t you? I’m sure your mother can wait, [Name]-chan!" He reassured you.
A smile grew on your face and the two of you continued to play.
You were having too much fun that you failed to notice Uppermoon 2’s mischievous grin.
Thank you for ordering at Wisteria Cafè, come back again!
