Can I Please Request Headcanons For Platonic Yandere Douma For A Human Child

Can I please request headcanons for platonic Yandere Douma for a human child

Yandere Platonic Douma

a/n: I’m so sorry about the delay in my posting, I had some family stuff to take care of, but thank you all for supporting me and the content I have out!

tw: yandere themes, implied abandonment/neglect, cult themes, reader is kinda insulted by Douma, but not really, implied murder, cannibalism, Douma is his own warning tbh, reader tries to pull a Kotoha

•You met Douma on a cold winter night with a harsh storm blowing through the air. The Upper Kizuki had been out, hunting for a meal. That’s when he happened upon the body of a young child, seemingly frozen to death. Oh, how pitiful! The child had to die in such cruel and uncaring manner. Douma would have left if you didn’t make a sudden motion. Swiftly, Douma turned his gaze towards you. You were still alive? That peaked his interest. Such strength in such a puny little thing. How amusing!

•Even though Douma can’t feel true emotions, he can express small things such as admiration. And admire you he does- you’re such a tenacious little thing. You’d grow to become quite useful if given the proper care. Perhaps he could turn you into a demon to serve his master. If you were this strong as a young human, you’d be even stronger as a demon. Maybe even becoming an Upper Moon like himself!

•Douma then took you to his cult where he ordered the cult members to look after you. You remained in a coma for a few days, and then you finally woke up. Confused and scared, you started to panic. Where were you? What were you doing here? And more importantly— who were you? You began to thrash around at the cult members who were assigned to take care of you. Hearing the commotion, Douma went to the room you were kept. The moment he stepped in the room you fell still. Even though you were young, you could feel the intimidating presence behind his smiling face.

•Douma walked over to you and greeted you with false sweetness. You shrunk into yourself, avoiding his gaze. Douma noticing your shyness, found it adorable. Who wouldn’t though? You were so tiny, hiding in the soft sleep kimono you were wearing. Douma decided then and there to keep you by his side. Kind of like Kotoha’s situation, except he wanted to turn you into a demon. Plus, he’s always been fond of children, so this isn’t that unusual. Douma began to quiz you, unsurely, you answered his questions which allowed him to discover your amnesia. That was convenient, you were a blank slate. Someone who he could mold however he wanted.

•Thus, your life at the cult started. The cult members were instructed to treat you well, and they did. Your new life— not that you could remember your old one- was pleasant. All your needs were met, you’d never go hungry or thirsty, you were comfortable. But life there was also strange. You had ‘lessons’ in which you were taught about your apparent saviour, Douma. You were told that he was your life, your entire being belonged to him, and you must obey him. You didn’t really like those lessons, but you did enjoy one thing. Your training in the art of tessenjustu, overseen by a skilled member of the cult. Within, two months time, you grew accustomed to your routine, excelling in both your studies and training. Douma became intrigued with your fast improvement and decided to oversee your training himself.

•That day you’d woken up like normal, eaten breakfast, attended your morning lessons, eaten lunch, and attended your afternoon lessons. And then finally, you would go to your tessenjustu training. However, your excitement faded when you saw him, Lord Douma himself, standing in place of your usual teacher. Swiftly, you fell into a bow. His overly-false friendly attitude still unnerved you. Despite this, you maintained a cool face and behaved politely. The question of his purpose for being here danced on your tongue, but you withheld it. As if he sensed your inquiry, Douma explained that he would be training you as of now. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, then you quickly returned your face to its neutral expression. Douma noted your shock, allowing an uncertain silence to wash over you until he ordered you to attack him. You froze in surprise, he surely couldn’t expect to to attack him! Oh but he did, he then ‘asked’ you to demonstrate your abilities. Although, you both knew it wasn’t actually a request so much as it was a demand. You took a deep breath and got into the proper stance. Then, you launched your attack. You couldn’t penetrate his defence but you were quite good for a novice. Your moves were quickly, with some precision. Just not a lot of strength behind them. The session ended when you were doubled over, panting, trying to regain your energy. Douma was unharmed, the unnerving smile remained painted on his face. Normally, people would have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but you didn’t. Instead, you thanked him for the lesson and left. Your reaction interested Douma, who would train with you every five to eight days when he had time.

•Douma and your training sessions not only raised your skill level, but formed a bond between you two as student and teacher. You began to respect him, not worship him like other humans, or dismiss him as an annoyance like other demons, you simply respected him. The bond began to deepen and Douma found himself training you more often as his admiration for you turned into affection. Then, his affection turned into love. He realized that he loved you after your latest training session finished, you thanked him as usual and went on your way. Douma had decided to turn you into a demon a long time ago, but he didn’t want you to become a servant to his master, Douma realized. He wanted to turn you into a demon so that you would remain by his side forever. He felt elated at this revelation, he could feel emotions, all of which were spurned by you. His heart beat for you, he couldn’t let you go, not now.

•Yet it seems like your utopia was not destined to last long, as you noticed some cult members you were close too were disappearing. Which was totally not Douma killing them out of jealousy. You grew concerned and uneasy, and you decided to discuss the disappearances with Douma. However, the sight that greeted you halted all your thoughts. It was Douma, your teacher, your saviour, the man you saw as a father, eating a woman. You froze, stunned by his actions and questions formed quickly. He was a cannibal? How could he lie to you? Was he going to eat you too? You didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. Douma then noticed your presence, but before he could do anything, you took off, running as fast as you could.

Huffing, you ran as quickly as your legs would carry you through the woods near the Paradise Faith Cult. Your lungs felt like they would burst, and every part of your body ached from pain and coldness. You couldn’t remember how long you’d been running for, almost an hour if you had to guess. But no matter how much your body hurt, you couldn’t rest. Not when he was chasing you. But your body told a different story.

You felt numb, for you’d been running barefoot in a sleep kimono through the snow-filled woods. The wind was harsh and howled as blew. A flurry of snowflakes whipped around, aiding in blocking your vision along with the dark of the night. Puffs of steam left your parted lips as you panted. You previously wanted to hit yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but this was probably a better punishment.

Honestly, how could be so stupid? You’d always been slightly off-put by Douma, but you let your suspicions go as you cultivated a relationship with him. Your lip quivered and you realized you were about to cry. You bit your lip to prevent from breaking into full-on sobs, but couldn’t stop the few tears that welled up. The tears froze as they fell, adding to the cruel cold that overwhelmed you. Still, you pushed yourself to keep going. You weren’t going to die here. Douma himself had said it, you were a survivor. So, no matter what, you wouldn’t die. You’d get out of this alive, you swore to yourself. The trees further up were more open, you noted, squinting to try and get a closer look. A clearing, you thought excitedly, a way out of here!

You sped up, aided by your new-found adrenaline. As you bounded up the snow, something about the clearing seemed off. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when you’d made it this far. Setting your suspicions aside, you focused on getting to the clearing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reached the opening. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized what was at the end of it— a cliff! You skidded to stop and stared down to the bottom of it. Gulping, you turned you looked down below. Beneath the cliff was a rushing river. You clenched your teeth, unsure of what to do.

“My, my, (Y/N), you’ve gone quite far, haven’t you?”

You gulped in fear and slowly turned to face him, to face Douma. A rush of emotions flooded through you, ranging from horror to anger. Horrified because this monster had caught up to you, angry because he had betrayed you, sad because you loved him, and guilt because you could’ve saved yourself and others if you just payed attention and listened to your gut. There were so many things you could’ve done, should’ve done in that moment. Alas, you remained still as a deer in headlights.

Douma smiled that unnerving smile of his, but he couldn’t hide the anger in his eyes. “Come along now (Y/N), it’s time to return home.”

You shook your head slightly, then you took a small step back. The edge of the cliff crumbled, alarming both you and Douma. In that moment, Douma felt both fear and anger surging through him. He was angry at you for leaving him. But he was also angry at himself for being careless, he should’ve turned you into a demon sooner. And honestly, you’d be better off for it. Look at the state of you, pale and shivering from the cold. You looked sickly and would surely fall ill. Still, Douma was mostly fearful of losing the only thing he’s ever loved, the one person who made him feel.

“It’s alright (Y/N). You’re forgiven, I won’t hurt you,” cooed Douma, attempting to coax you from cliff. His efforts only caused you to back up further.

Suddenly, the edge cliff crumbled more and the chunk you had stepped onto broke off. You shrieked as you fell backwards. Douma rushed to catch you, panic in his voice as he shouted your name. And then you blacked out, the cold and tiredness having caught up with you. Douma managed to grasp your wrist in time and hoisted you up. He possessively held you to his chest, carrying you bridal style. Your body was almost as cold as his, Douma noted frowning with concern. Yet there was sense of relief that washed over him. You were back in his arms, and he would never let you go again.

The bakudeku fantasy au was amazing to read😘 thank you for doing my request! Now I wonder will we ever escaped them ~ ;)

Thank you so much, I loved writing it 🥰 And that’s for you to find out in future posts 😉

Yandere Platonic Ryukyu with Quirkless Child Reader

a/n: for @k1ngm1nt

tw: yandere themes, child neglect, child abuse, reader is like seven, canon-typical quirk-based discrimination and mistreatment, bullying, social services, maybe a little ooc

•As long as you’ve been alive you’ve dreamed of being a hero. You’d always play games of heroes and villains with your friends, pretending to have powerful quirks. But all of your dreams were shattered when you were told you were quirkless. You were devastated, as were your parents. They tried everything they could to “cure” you of your supposed disease. Yet all your parents accomplished was furthering your newly found self-loathing. Eventually, as a year or two passed, your parents gave up, not only on trying to manifest your quirk but on you as well. You were miserable, living with neglectful parents and constantly being bullied about your quirklessness.

•However, you found solace in heroes, watching their courageous exploits. In particular, the dragoon hero, Ryukyu, also known as Ryuko Tatsuma. She was your absolute favourite hero, you thought her quirk was amazing. But you would never be like her, or any hero, whispered a cruel voice in your head every time you felt an ounce of joy, forgetting your plight. And every time, you would be reduced to tears that everyone would either make fun of you for or ignore you with disdain in their hearts. Your situation made you become a mature child, handling things on your own. You knew that everyone regarded you as a burden, but you wanted to prove them wrong.

•Then one day, while you were walking home by yourself, a villain attacked. People were scattering in all directions, pushing and shoving in their desperation to find safety. Nobody paid mind to you as you were trampled over, then shoved into the reach of the villain. The villain noticed you immediately, and grabbed you. Cackling madly, he gleefully said that you’d be the first to go. Tears welled up in your eyes, but then a large dragon-shaped creature emerged, Ryukyu! You gasped in amazement, forgetting your fear. The villain stupidly let you go, opting for a greater kill of a Pro-Hero. You watched excitedly as your favourite hero took down the villain. Immediately after she won, people clapped and cheered for their saviour. However, she didn’t pay any attention to them, Ryuko’s mind was more occupied with the little child trembling.

•Ryuko made her way over to you, asking if you were okay. Still stunned silent, you nodded as a smile grew on your face. Ryuko felt her heartstrings being tugged. You were such a sweet and adorable child. Yet something felt off, not you but your situation. Where were your family? Usually someone related to a child would come running up, frantically searching for them. But nobody had come for you. Concerned, she inquired where your family was. Then, Ryuko saw your face fall as you explained that your mom and dad didn’t like you anymore because you didn’t have a quirk.

•Feeling her heart drop, Ryuko decided that she couldn’t stand by idly as you suffered. She walked you home, shocking your parents when they saw the pro-hero at their door. Ryuko calmly greeted them, although rage was boiling inside her. Your parents made fools of themselves stammering and trying to act as though you’d been missing. Ryuko maintained a polite smile throughout their entire performance. When they finished, she bid you goodbye. A small sense of amusement and fondness formed in her chest seeing your wide grin as you waved bye. Immediately after your house was out of sight, Ryuko made a quick call to one of her contacts in social services. Relief swelled-up inside her after she was finished, you would be safe soon.

•However, Ryuko’s work wasn’t done yet. She had to be sure you’d be alright until your parents were arrested. She came to pick you up after school, surprising both you and the kids that bullied you. They immediately ran up to her, starting to ask questions and squeal praises as your teacher tried to calm everyone. Ryuko shocked them further when she announced she was here for you. Gently, she outstretched your hand which you happily took. This started a routine of her dropping you off and picking you up from school. Your parents let her do as she pleased because they thought you were finally worth something now that’d you made friends with the pro-hero. You loved spending time with your favourite hero, Ryuko allowed you to be informal with her and took you on fun outings like to an amusement park or restaurant. Sometimes there would be someone who asked questions about your parents, but Ryuko always took you out for a movie after so it was fine.

•Soon, a case was built against your parents and finally, it was the time to act. Your parents were arrested and charged, while you were thrown into confusion, sobbing for them. Ryuko pitied your sadness but this was for the better. Still, you would go into foster care which could be just as bad, of not worse. Ryuko couldn’t condemn you to that, not after you’d been through. So, she decided to adopt you. She could do it quite easily as a high ranking pro-hero with a good reputation. And so it was done, you became her child. You were hesitant at first, but you quickly, and quite happily, accepted her as your new mother. The kids at school stopped picking on you and your teachers started behaving more formally. After all, you were the child of a pro-hero, Ryuko’s child and you would live a life filled with happiness, Ryuko swears it.

YANDERE PLATONIC TENGEN AND HIS WIVES TW: Yandere, Possessive Behaviour, Injuries, Mild Gore(?), Violence

You probably drew Tengen’s attention first and foremost. How? You’re not entirely sure, all you know is that you were going about your day when the massive, flamboyant Sound Hashira crashed into your life.

You were awestruck, I mean how couldn’t you be? You’ve just barely reached the rank of Kanato, and before you stands a Hashira, one of the strongest members the corps!

Tengen doesn’t understand his feelings right away, denying his new-found obsession for you. He only insists on you going with you on every mission, spending every single minute possible with you because of how flamboyant you are.

But his jealousy flares every time you gush about Rengoku’s strength, or Shinobu’s intelligence.

He’s the one who recognized your flamboyant potential. He’s the one who improved your swordsmanship skills. He’s the one who raised you to the rank of Hinoe with just two months of training.

Still unable to recognize his growing obsession with you, he finds the solution to all his problems, you can just become his Tsukago! His and his alone. And of course, you’re elated. Not just because of the promotion, but rather because Tengen thinks you’re worthy enough to become his successor.

And obviously, as his only successor, you should meet his wives. Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru all adore you. You’re just the sweetest thing, aren’t you? All flustered with the attention they’re giving you. So humble too! Adamantly denying your skills. You got to where you are because of Tengen, only because of his training were you ae to accomplish all that you have.

Tengen’s heart swells with pride watching you with his family, you and his family. It is perfect and flamboyant, because you are with him and you are safe until suddenly you aren’t. Until suddenly you’re on your first mission together as his Tsukago, and it’s harder than anything you’ve ever faced.

It’s perfect until one of the many demons that swarm you endlessly manages to land a hit. And suddenly, you’re in his arms bleeding. There’s so much blood, your blood. He gently cradles your body in his arms, trembling with anger at your pitiful form. In a blind fit of rage, Tengen slaughtered the remaining demons.

He angrily demanded the Kakushi to give you the best treatment possible, as your breathing became slower and steadier.

Tengen has Shinobu treat you, and he remains by your side along with his wives until you finally regain consciousness. Immediately, everyone sprang to action, Suma began sobbing tears of joy, Makio shouts alternate between demanding for a doctor and questioning your condition frantically, Hinatsuru attempts to soothe you, reaching to place a placating hand on your shoulder.

All of this overwhelms you, which is noticed by Tengen, who orders his wives out of the hospital room. Tengen manages to calm you down and explains your condition. You’ve been injured, badly. He says Shinobu orders at least two months bed rest. You try to sit up to protest, but the pain sears through you at the sudden moment. Begrudgingly, you agree.

Tengen remains by your side, caring for you, and when he can’t, his wives are more than happy to step up. Soon, the realization dawns on Tengen that he likes you being like this. A little baby who relies on him and his wives, on their papa and mamas. The delusional gears begin to turn, and his protective instincts are driven to a high.

After two months pass, you’re still being babied by Tengen and his wives, despite you feeling fine. And it’s not that you’re ungrateful for their care, but you want to go out on missions again, you want to do your job. But Hinatsuru shuts down all talk of being better by masterfully changing the topic of your conversation. Makio always scolds you, albeit gently, because don’t you recall the severe pain you felt? And Suma is by far the worst, she begins bawling at the thought of you being potentially in danger. So really, you have no other choice but to ask Tengen.

“No.”

“No?” You repeat dumbly, baffled by the audacity he held.

“Yes, no. I forbid you from going on missions.” Tengen declares, leaving you speechless.

He forbids you?! Who does he think he is? Sure, you’re grateful for all his and his wives help, but that doesn’t mean he can just forbid you from going on missions. You’re a member of the corps, just like he is. And while you may not be a Hashira, you are certainly skilled. Besides, what’s the point in all his training just to not go on missions anymore?

“You are my flamboyant Tsukago,” Tengen says, “and as your flamboyant master, you must respect me and my decisions.”

You felt mild anger surge through you at the implication of you not respecting him. All you have felt since you meet the swordsman was respect and admiration. You honed your skills so you could fight alongside him and be a worthy successor.

“I do respect you!” You protest. “But you trained me so I could be your successor, the next Sound Hashira!”

Tengen gives an irritated sigh. Your stubbornness was flamboyant, but rather troubling.

Huffing, you turn to leave, “This is my job, so I’m going to get my next mission, no matter what you say!”

Tengen lets out a soft sigh once more, before swiftly landing a hit to back of your neck. He silently catches you and holds you in his arms. If only you could be a little less difficult. Don’t get him wrong, he loves your flamboyant spirit, but he just can’t let you get hurt again. And you were correct, being a demon slayer was your job, but not anymore. You won’t need a job. You’re a baby, his baby. So he and his wives will take care of you. As he glances down at you, slumped in his arms, a serene look on your face. Yes, he assured himself, this is what you needed.

This is a small warning to people who have been enjoying the fluffier, platonic pieces I’ve been writing. Tomorrow I plan on posting a darker, Mafia AU piece I’ve been working on. I also plan to post some more platonic fluff so don’t worry but this is just a heads up to those who dislike darker things.

Okay okay, what i think of Dionysus is the sassy wine aunt- i mean the drunk fun uncle that would spawn a bottle of fine wine while Apollo is just crying on how his recent lover died while Hermes is trying to give back pats as comfort- and Nyx? oh she's a good pick, the only reason why Zeus doesn't touch Hypnos is because his mom [Nyx] will literally punch him into the night-

Your image of Dionysus is exactly what I have in my mind. Could you imagine him as a yandere? Platonic or romantic he would be so chaotic. Oh! And Nyx, I can totally see her as a platonic yandere, she’d be so terrifying. Not to her darling though, she’s the sweetest to them.