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akiranzee · 21 days

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Hi there! Can I request Akaza x Fem! Demon Slayer?

When Y/N sees Rengoku fighting an upper class demon she heads over to help him and when Akaza sees Y/N, she reminded him of his past deceased wife, Koyuki. Also when Y/N rejects Akaza’s offer of becoming a demon, Akaza ends up winning the fight against Y/N and kidnaps her.

Thank you!!!!!!<333

❤️‍🩹 • ° ` — “LOVE? IS THIS?”

-> PAIRINGS: Akaza x f!Demon Slayer!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Love could sometimes go wrong. -> WORD COUNT: 1.4k+ -> CONTAINS: angst (?), stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, mentions of blood, akaza is ooc!, rengoku’s alive, violence, kissing, dead person, fighting, swearing, & akaza is 200 while reader is 27. -> A/N: HI THERE!! IM RLLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING UR REQUEST FOR SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME😭😭. i saw ur request abt this again it made me feel guilty

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Running toward the sounds, voices, and clashing of swords, as you reached the mugen train, was the first thing you ever did.

You just so happened to be in the mugen train station, after all.

As you reached the distant forest, you happen to see multiple familiar faces, mainly; Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko.

The bright burning fire that lit in front of all of you only hinted you that, Rengoku was fighting a demon. Not just any demon, but one of the higher ranking ones.

You wanted to back him up, but you can’t see a hole to insert into. It all happened so fast, the fire, the clashes, all hindered your plan of saving Rengoku.

When Tanjiro pleaded you to save Rengoku, you thought of the worst thing that could happen; you’d be too late to do so.

But Rengoku was your close comrade, one that you could only consider tolerable in all of the hashiras. Rengoku was always there to comfort you, protect you, or save you wherever you were. He was like a big brother you never had.

That’s why, you’ll never allow such a thing to happen to him.

A fog covered the surroundings, one that your breathing technique had mastered, completely putting an end at the endless fight Rengoku and the demon had.

As your sword neared the demon’s neck, a bright flash hovered over your eyes, causing a great wonder in your mind. Suddenly, as your eyes dolted open, you wondered where your sword went, hoping the demon didn’t catch it.

But alas, it was in his hand. You signaled Rengoku to do something, perhaps to ambush, but he was too weak and is clutching his side already. He wanted to, but his body wanted and needed to rest.

However, Akaza’s eyes sparked and lit up when he saw your sword’s feature, perhaps because of the small snowflakes attached to the rain-guard of the sword, one that he does not usually see in other slayers, and one that is too familiar, its grip too is a royal yellow, whilst its body is none but a mesmerizing pink. It seemed to have reminded him of something, but beknownst, he is a demon after all, one who could not recollect any of his memories of the past.

But, his eyes lit up brighter, and widened bigger, when he saw your face. Ah, he remembers now, but only vaguely. The pink silk you are wearing — embroidered by beautiful snowflakes on the bottom of your kimono, having a unique hairstyle, that he can not even guess if your hair is to be presumed as long, or short. Then, a snowflake hairpin that matches just about you and your sword, and a royal yellow comb that keeps your bangs up.

Simply put — everything about you reminds him of a certain someone. I would have already flawed honesty if I were to tell you that his jaw did not drop even the slightest. Even the spectators had shocked themselves to what they have witnessed — a demon hesitating to kill someone.

Then, Akaza suddenly chuckled, his laughter echoing through the battleground, as he saw the undying determination burning in your eyes. “Ah... how would you say becoming a demon, hmm? Your efforts would not go to waste unlike this one.” You frowned at that, ready to prove him wrong, “no! All you demons are selfishly unkind, I would never be a part of your kin!”

You quit looking at his eyes, that gave away half of all the emotions he has been keeping, and looked at your sword in his grip instead. As you tried to think of all the realistic, and unrealistic ways to steal your sword from his grasp, all were put to vain as he so easily let go of your sword and threw it right in front of you. You swear you could hear him click his tongue, as he then said, “fine. Have it your way.” He beckoned you to come closer — to charge right at him, his once sinister and obnoxious smile is not found again, rather, a gentle, teasing, and playful smile had been replaced.

You would be lying if you didn’t find him handsome for a few moments there, but it is already perceived as a sin to even compliment a demon.

Lest to say, that all the damage you have dealt taking over Rengoku’s place and fighting in his stead nonstop was not from the demon, but fall damage you had impacted on yourself.

He truly was one unpredictable demon — he had his own way of thinking through things, maybe even smarter than you are — but not once, did he try advancing and taking advantage when you fall over and your guard lower when doing so.

It seems as if he is enjoying this little encounter way too much, that confusion has arisen amongst the spectators and witnesses, especially Tanjiro, Rengoku, and the others.

His soft laughter ringing in your ears was a nice melody, his gentle smile shining in front of you, and his tender hands touching you physically whenever he had the chance. But all of those were soft and gentle, making you have second thoughts if he was really the demon you were up against just minutes ago.

It had made your heart swirl, had made your stomach churn, had made you feel as if this was not a fight at all.

But, in the end, he won. You had stumbled on your ass once again, but this time, it hurt really bad for you had a hard time standing up.

But, this encounter is nearly ending, as the sun is setting. You took note of that, and felt quite a pang when you were about to kill him; or if he would run away once noticing it. But a demon slayer and a demon can never be together.

That’s why, as your role in this world, you jumped on a high tree and charged at him, having wished it would be the last, and final time, as you closed your eyes, hoping for your victory.

But no — it all happened so fast, as you felt the heat of the sun radiate toward you, a strong, muscular arm had wrapped around your waist, as the winds have lost control and slithered their cold on every single part of you.

Slowly, you opened your eyes only to see that the place you had battled on was far away, as it shrunk smaller and smaller on your vision, as you felt the winds were up against you, its strong current had made your hair fly to places, even when the royal yellow comb was still held intact on your hair. Yet, not once has something wavered.

You still felt the running, and the tight grip an arm has around your waist, you turned to look back, and see who had captured you, but Tanjiro called out suddenly, “AKAZAAA!!! You coward! Hand Y/n back to us!!!” Then, he threw his sword on Akaza’s leg, making him stumble, but he still stood up and continued to run, until you could no longer see Tanjiro, the battlefield, and your sword that is left alone, stabbed to the ground.

For some reason, you had felt dizzy, your mind swirling hazily, as your vision blurred, while letting Akaza only take you away to wherever, as darkness followed and consumed the both of you, to the dark forest.

~~~~~

The hazy feeling was still around, but slowly it died out. As you slowly opened your eyes, it had caused your mind to swirl and hurt once more, but it cleared out as you see the darkness in front of you.

You slowly stood up and looked around, only to find out you were laying on a soft mattress laid down on the floor, the only light within the dark room is the flickering bulb.

As you reached out for the door, someone had already opened it — Akaza. It took you by shock, but you had already caught on that he was your captor. Although, you really didn’t expect him to look so... tired.

He had sweat amongst his forehead, dripping to his jaw, neck, and body... Ah shit, he was completely half naked.

Flustered, you turned away, “What- where did you take me?” clearing your throat, as you tried to start a topic.

“Somewhere.” Nonchalantly, he answered as he dragged you towards the soft mattress, causing you to fall on your ass, but this time, it didn’t hurt as much, as afterall, the mattress is soft enough.

“You are not to leave this room, ever.” Chills ran down your spine as he pointed and glared at you, his pale blue eyes glowing within the dark room.

But that didn’t stop you.

“What? Why not...? I-If you think I am afraid because I have no sword, then you’re dead wrong.” On a fighting stance you stood, but shivers and quivers have failed you. You were nothing more than food to him without your sword, after all.

Akaza merely chuckled, his fangs brightly present as the light rested on his face, slightly flickering.

It had feared you, but it was obvious he could not do such a thing such as to harm you.

“Are you sure? I’m impressed by your bravery, but your face gives it all away.. how cute..” He laughed more, but confusions had only filled your mind.

“You are to stay here forever, with me, because you are meant to be mine.” Akaza’s playful smile had turned into a serious frown, “you were always meant to be mine, Y/n. No matter what life this may be, but you had always been mine.”

“What... do you mean?” It had left you with nothing but a gaped mouth.

“Koyuki... I know that it is you.” Akaza smiled gently, and caressed your cheek.

Suddenly though, you slapped his hand away, “you’re crazy!”

“...Call me that, but I do not care. You are mine, you are my Koyuki.” Fear had flowed through your veins as he kept repeating the same, unknown name again and again.

“Who... the fuck is Koyuki?” You backed away, enough to prepare to defend yourself for any upcoming blow.

“My wife. My darling. You.” Akaza continued to speak in riddles, but you had probably solved it.

Ah... this demon had a wife when he was human, huh? But... how? How could he have remembered it? How could he have remembered who his wife was, or his memories of her, that led him to think you and his wife were the same person?

“I... I am not this Koyuki nor wife you think of...” You hesitated unknowingly for a bit, but Akaza cut you off, “No! You are her! I know it! You have the same hair, the same face, the same smile, the same eyes, the same voice — the same warmth that I could all remember! You can’t just tell me you aren’t her!”

God, he was desperate. A demon who had longed for a human, is it now? You stopped and remained frozen for a moment, knowing and perhaps understanding how he had felt after long, painful years of unknowing yearning.

Perhaps it was because you felt sorry for him, that he had to be taken away from his humane life, that he had turned into this frightening, man-eating demon. Or perhaps it was because of the sadness that filled his voice? The sadness that he didn’t even know he was long hiding. Or could it be because... of the tears that had wetted his cheeks, that had dripped and flowed down, that had revealed his entire and pure being?

To be honest, you felt sorry. Really sorry. Because you were too, no stranger to the emotion called sadness. You had felt it again and again, as if an unstoppable loop. Pity had filled and won over you. But he was an enemy, more so — he can kill you anytime, maybe even now.

Trust, a fragile thing to ever exist. But what has this life led to? Wasn’t it just the same as demons? Continuous killing and surviving, yet the only difference is one saves, and one harms. You only live to wake up and continue killing these demons anyway, and your seek of revenge against the demon king is merely impossible. So what difference would it make in your life to fill the heart of the human still remaining within this demon for centuries old?

Akaza had already fallen, bent down to the ground helplessly crying. Ah... perhaps he had been reminded again, of the gruesome figure he had to witness.

Pain and pity completely filled you, as you cupped his cheeks, “I will stay with you.”

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“Wait- don’t- I promise I won’t do it anymore-! AAAAAHHH!!!” Tears and yells of horror had filled the dark room, as blood had flowed out of the now lifeless body.

“Akaza, you eat so... messy.” You looked away from the scene, as Akaza only chuckled and stood up, “I think this one’s enough to fill me up for a whole week.” licking his lips and fingers, as he walked towards you.

“A- no! Don‘t even-!” You backed away as Akaza continued to walk to you with open arms, with a playful grin in his face.

God, fuck. His slimy and sticky arms wrap around you, his hug icky but warm.

“I missed you. Where’ve you been?” His wet, sticky, bloody lips attached itself to your scalp as your face filled with terror and disgust.

“A- ew ew EW EW EW!!!” You pushed him off as his loud laughter had filled the dark room and your ears, musing over your squirming.

As the laughter died out, he wiped his hand on some cloth laying around, and grabbed your hands to help you up. “Let’s take a bath, hmm?”

~~~~~

“Akaza you big shit.” Dread filled your face as he splashed soap-filled water on your face, as he only laughed and laughed. The wooden hot tub was shaking from how much Akaza was moving too much, probably because you decided to splash some back at him.

As the laughter died out, his now clean lips had attached itself to yours, completely hovering your soft, plush ones.

It had taken you aback for a second, but you returned his soft, gentle affection. Although, you can’t help but wonder.. is this alright?

Having fun and affectionate with a demon.. no more or less the enemy of mankind, and you are a human. Would it be okay to say that you’re content and satisfied with this life than the life you had lived on before? Where you kill evil humans and feed them to him? Or the life in which you kill demons and help mankind, whether bad or good?

This was a forbidden romance, and no one can change it, not even if the world stops turning.

You pulled away from the kiss, the so little humanity in you questioned you once more, if should you really be having fun with a demon, the so very kind of those that had killed the beloveds of your comrades.

“I love you, Koyu- Y/n.” After all, he sees you as no more than the deceased wife he had always, and forever loved.

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akiranzee · 28 days

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★ • ° ` — “Short men who you make fun of every morning, and short men who make fun of you every night, with his tongue and fingers.”

levi ackerman, xiao, xingqiu, scaramouche, venti.

#📂 — ` akira’s works!#NAHH THEY AINT JS SHORT #theyre hidinf smt under there i witnessed it #smut #aot #snk #levi ackerman #genshin impact #xiao #xingqiu #scaramouche #venti

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akiranzee · 1 month

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★ • ° ` — “Long distance relationships were not your thing, but your relationship with him was an exception. He had his own missions to do, that takes him up to a year to even come back to you. But now, it’s been three years already. Where was he now...?”

yoriichi tsugikuni, loid forger, childe, gyomei himejima, kyojuro rengoku, iguro obanai, tengen uzui.

#📂 — ` akira’s works!#demon slayer haha.#angst #anime #kny #yoriichi tsugikuni #gyomei himejima #kyojuro rengoku #iguro obanai #tengen uzui #sxf #loid forger #genshin #childe

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akiranzee · 2 months

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would you ever do p2 to "LIQUOR AND SINS"? it was such a good read!!

Unfortunately dear, it was simply a oneshot😭😭 but I promise, I will make a lot of oneshots/fanfics in the future that’s worth reading for your time!!

#📑 — ` akira’s squeaks!

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akiranzee · 2 months

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Akaza, kokushibo and Muzan with a racecar driver! reader? Yes, its a dangerous sport but reader knows what they are doing and knows how to get out of situations like that. maybe reader shows their scars from previous accidents they were involved in that that taught them how to do better?

🏎️ • ° ` — “SCARS”

-> PAIRINGS: akaza, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji x gn!racecar driver!y/n (separated) -> SUMMARY: You show them the “ugliest” parts of your body. -> WORD COUNT: 1.1k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, little angst, comfort, reader treats scars as ugly (kokushibo’s part), cringe warning? (muzan’s part), ex problems (kokushibo’s part), akaza is an MMA fighter, suggestive, swearing, akaza is insecure, scar kink (muzan), & akaza, kokushibo, and muzan is 30, while reader is 26. -> A/N: modern au!! IDK MUCH ABT RACECAR DRIVING, BUT I TRIED😭. (i think i went too far degrading u guys)

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★ • ° ` — AKAZA:

The night was cold enough to say that you felt like you were naked, standing in the middle of the snow when you literally had a jacket embracing your figure.

Today’s event to say the least, was exhausting. Especially when your lover, Akaza, swore that he’d watch today’s race, but he didn’t come due to an emergency.

Speaking of which, as you looked up from your phone, your eyes adjusting at the dim surrounding for a minute, before finally seeing Akaza in his black car, smiling at you and eyes that literally said “sorry”.

You sighed in relief as the cold night is about to end once you’ve step foot into his car, the warmness will now embrace you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t able to watch today’s race. How’d it go? Did my darling ace it again?” He softly chuckled as he patted your head, whilst starting to rev up the car.

“Mm. I did. It was exhausting. How about you? What happened?” You asked back, as you placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eh, nothing. Just the boss telling me I needed to go to USA for another match.” Akaza answered nonchalantly.

“Wha- you’ll go...?” The worry and sadness in your eyes was visible enough for Akaza’s nonchalant face turn into something of a frown.

“Of course not. I declined the offer. I’m never leaving you, ever.” Your sadness immediately faded, as happiness filled your face that made Akaza chuckle of how obvious it is.

“But... won’t it affect your career? I mean — MMA fighters from USA are usually big shots nowadays..” Your concern comes back again, hesitation filling your mind completely, afraid he might change his mind.

“I’m a big shot myself. Besides, if they’re that desperate, they’d be more than willing to get over here.” It only made you chuckle, remembering just how stubborn your beloved could be.

~~~~~

Reaching your home, you and Akaza shared dinner, bath, and a bed.

This whole month was a busy month, so you guys never get to have the time to do it.. But, that doesn’t stop you.

“‘Kaza, um.. it’s been long, you know... that we uh.. did it..” You fiddled and intertwined your fingers with redness that showed your embarrassment.

Akaza, too, figured it out naturally, his cheeks tinged with light pink too. Akaza wanted too, but he remembers; a scar that lays flat on his abdomen.

It was a newly wound he got a week ago, during training. It was safe to atleast say; that he was embarrassed and ashamed of it.

He is a big shot MMA fighter, after all. He is a veteran and a pro in this field of sports. So, having to just such a mistake slip that easily is just beyond failure.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, perhaps you thought he was getting a little shy about it as for how long you guys couldn’t do it.

So, you initiated the first move: you climbed up the bed, and took his shirt off. It caught him off guard, but he stopped you midway. But it was too late. You had already seen the scar lying atop his abdomen.

Akaza felt ashamed, wanting the bed to swallow him up. But in the middle of it all, your finger that traced his scar smoothly... made him think otherwise.

“Akaza... are you... ashamed of this?” The ticklish feeling of having your finger run over his scar multiple times comforted him.

He nodded shyly, not expecting this to happen. What he did not expect more, was how many scars you gained over the lapse of one month, as you undressed in front of him.

His eyes widened, as there were no scars before on your chest, stomach, and waist.

“I’ve also gained a lot of them.. hehe.” You smiled sheepishly, embarrassed, but at the same time, proud at the result of all your hardworks.

Akaza too, traced the outline of your scars. They were bigger than his. He looked at you with curiousity in his eyes, why would someone as good and best as you have this much scars.

“I may be good and all but... I’m still improving. It hurts, but these scars remind me of my journey of being here now. After all, without these, and you, I wouldn‘t be here and win today’s race.” Slowly, your arms snaked and wrapped around his neck, the so little space between the both of you was tempting to not close it in.

Maybe, having a scar wasn’t so bad at all. Especially when you both are matching with one of your scars laying atop your abdomen too.

“So... shall we continue now?”

★ • ° ` — KOKUSHIBO:

As the crowd went wild and cheered, you stood outside your car and waved at the people who love you so much.

As you were waving, you looked amongst the crowd and immediately found a certain black-haired color male with red tips. A smile crept up to your face, and your fans’ screams got louder and louder.

~~~~~

As you were in the locker room, you changed your clothes in front of the mirror. Upon taking off your top, you stopped midway as you just remembered how ugly your body looked.

You turned your back against the mirror, and immediately took off your bottom too.

You could never look at yourself the same way ever again, even after that accident. The scars on your back and stomach, served only as a failure. You’re the best, the top of all racers in the world. How can you allow a failure such as this...?

It’s beyond helping. Your body looked rotten from top to bottom. What would your fans think if they saw you like this? Would they cheer the same way as they did a while ago? Or would they change and look at you with disgust?

The slow forming pain on the tip of your finger as you traced the innumerable scars on your body, made you scrunch in disgust. What if Kokushibo were to see this? How would he react? After all, the both of you’ve ever only done it with lights off, as you feared he’d see this madness. What if he found out this was the main reason why? Would he still love you as he always did? Or would he turn his back around as your past lovers did?

It scares you to the brim that you’d be willing to plastic surgery every single inch of you. Maybe those ghastly, scary thoughts would fade — and he’d continue loving you, right? You’d be able to do it with the lights on, you’d finally get to take the shower together, or bathe at the beach freely with a bikini. Yes, that’s right. You have enough money for plastic surgery, you’ll only need to find a good surgeon, and you’ll no longer feel this way, right? Yes, you should-

“What’s taking you so long?” Your desperate thoughts were cut off, as you heard a voice. The voice you wish was never there.

Immediately, you turned around, facing the man you love, and feared. God, fuck. Why now? Why did he need to come in now? Talk about bad timing, he was looking at your body, your rotten scarred body.

Immediately, you turned your back on him, and covered your hideous body, causing you to face the mirror instead. “W-What are you doing here...?” The fear has started, it‘s starting to eat you up so badly, that you stuttered with nervousness, and shook in fear. He was not supposed to see you like this, god. Did you even lock the door? How could you forget? Anyone — not just Kokushibo, but anyone can come inside and see your hideous body, with the face of digust.

Kokushibo notices, maybe he even knows — that you’ve always feared this day to come. But does he even care? No. He doesn’t.

His keen, observant eyes have seen the fear everytime you look at him when you’re doing “it”. Everytime you do it, you always prefer to turn the lights off. Yet you feared brownouts or blackouts, as the darkness that lurks gives you nightmares.

He wraps his arms behind you, covering the scars on your body.

It took you aback, but the man had always loved you for who you might be, and who you were gonna be.

Your eyes watered. Then tears started to spill from your eyes. You were ashamed, and embarrassed.

How could you ever think of him like that?

That’s right... Kokushibo was never one to prefer looks over personality. He had always preferred you, no matter who you might be. No matter how rotten your body is, how scars covered all the inches of your body, and how you might change because of it.

But he never mind, because as long as it was still you, he would still be him, the one who loves you so much.

Kokushibo was never good with his words, so he’d shown it through his actions.

That night, the both of you didn’t sleep, as he had proved just how much he loved you, now with the lights on.

★ • ° ` — MUZAN:

You: 1 attachment sent You: muzieee i got a new scar😭😭👊👊 Zanzan: What happened? You: i accidentally fell off my bike😐😐 Zanzan: Bike? You: im trying biking, since DOUMA HERE WONT BELIEVE IK HOW TO DRIVE BUT NOT BIKE🤬🤬🤬 You: 1 attachment sent You: see that big ass scar? You: YEAHH THATS HIS FAULT Zanzan: Well Zanzan: That’s hot You: MUZAN WTF🤬🤬🤬

Muzan was your beloved, he was a businessman as well as a politician. His busy day and self could barely give you enough time in person. But he never fails to answer your messages in less than one second, even if he is a busy man.

For some reason, Muzan always adored and loved your scars, even if they looked horrid.

Last time you remembered, you look at your scars as a remembrance of failure and shortcomings. But thanks to him, pleasuring you every night he comes home, along with him pressing loving kisses against your scars, and him asking scar pictures of yours everytime he’s away.

That’s why, you could never look at your scars the same way again, for he loves them as much as he loves you, and as much as you love him.

a/n: i think i did muzan no justice here (his is WAY too short)

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akiranzee · 2 months

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idea: a very drunk Hashira! reader trying (and somehow succeeding) to rizz up muzan. They hit it off and later on in the final battle, reader who is very shy when sober, finds them again and both just remember that they hooked up-

🥃 • ° ` — “LIQUOR AND SINS”

-> PAIRINGS: Muzan Kibutsuji x Gn!Drunk!Hashira!Y/n -> SUMMARY: The night when your life changed. -> WORD COUNT: 1.5k+ -> CONTAINS: suggestive content, mentions of violence, swearing, muzan’s demon form, drinking, muzan is 1000 while reader is 27. -> A/N: sry if u wanted this smut, its on my rules that i don’t accept smut reqs from anons. i hope u still like this tho!!

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February 14, was the day you finally managed to defeat an uppermoon. Uppermoon 5, to be exact. Surely you’ll celebrate for this wonderful achievement, right? Of course you will.

You’ve been fighting and training hard for five years, of course you’ll let loose a little, just for today.

The other hashiras, especially Mitsuri really wanted you to come with them since they’re having a celebration of their own too, but you turned down the offer.

A cold, peaceful night such as this is something you’d like to keep yourself to.

The bells jingled as you opened the door of a small bar, and ordered for liquor.

It was safe to say, that you can atleast handle a few booze, but having six is just… a little bit too much.

You were a stumbling mess when you attempted to go to the bathroom, your weapon slipping out of your hand in the process.

And that caught a certain someone’s attention.

As you stepped in the woman’s bathroom, you immediately made your way to the sink, and puked your heart out. You didn’t even hear the door open and close, even when the lock clicked.

You panted, the dizziness was still around, something you probably can’t shake off up until tomorrow. For a demon slayer, you’re a one hell of a light drinker, all right.

But despite that, your sight can never waver, for even if it was all a blur, you were sure someone was behind you. You may not see them clearly, but he was a man, and he looked handsome as fuck.

Even before the man could move, you immediately whipped your head towards him, with visible flushed cheeks, and half-lidded eyes. It wouldn’t take a genius to know just how drunk you are.

The man flinched in unexpectation, but what made him surprised more was the fact that he was a complete stranger; yet you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck.

The man immediately withdrew his claws that were a hundred times sharper than a newly sharpened knife, taken aback by the sudden affection.

It was safe to say that you had saved your own life in the most unexpected way, in the most unthinkable way.

The red wine that you just drank and puked had filled in his nose, the scent so tantalizing, yet, as a demon, more over, the demon king, he must not be lured by such a thing.

And yet, the simple press of your thigh against his ‘thing’ has awakened something within him.

You leaned in and whispered something against his ear, but it was inaudible in his side for he felt hot. Your breath was tickling his ear, your heat radiating off of you from how close you both are, and your thigh still pressed on his junior. God damn, he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s a demon for God’s sake.

And that’s how, the night when your life changed.

~~~~~

“Y/n! Pay attention will you!?” Yelled Sanemi, your training partner for today. “The hell you zoning out about!?”

You flinched in surprise as his loud voice had finally reached your ears.

For the past few days, you’ve been always like this. Even Rengoku got upset when he thought you were ignoring him.

For some reason, thoughts — more like memories, start to appear in your brain. Although, you’ve got no assurance if it really is that.

You doubt, but a memory comes in then. A memory that… consisted of heat, lust, temptation, and desire. But you have no recollection of what had happened in that memory.

Even Mitsuri needed to bonk your head so hard to keep those memories out of your head in the middle of a battle.

It was all so distracting, to say the least. Your missions, turned out to be a fail at the end of the day only because you could not pay attention to the demon.

Safe to say, you are getting demoted. That’s for sure.

“Tsk, there you go again! Zoning out!” Sanemi snapped one last time, before throwing his wooden stick to the ground and walked out.

Then, there goes your training session. A failure.

As you slowly, tiredly, packed your things and walked away from Sanemi’s estate, you can’t help but wonder as always; what really happened that night?

You swore you only had a few shots then… right. Then what? Obviously, you don’t remember any more further.

But you do remember seeing a man. A man who wore a white hat, red eyes, and a formal suit. You can’t remember how he looked like, but you remembered his scent, and his voice. And you too, were sure, that he was muscular enough to carry a thousand pound, or even more.

Sauntering towards your estate, your mind elsewhere, as you couldn’t even hear the ongoing chaos that started just about… now.

You heard screaming and explosions, you saw smoke as you looked back, everything falling down in just a second.

You dropped your bag, and ran toward the chaos’ direction, along with your weapon.

You ran as fast as you can, your mind was no longer filled with those heated memories. All you could ever think of now was, are they okay?

You rushed, and panted. You tried to use your breathing technique to get faster, but it was of no avail. You were too late.

Everything had turned into a disaster the moment you turned around, the moment you blinked your eyes, the moment you stopped thinking.

The next thing you knew, you were already sent into a room. No, wait, not a room. It looked like an… endless void.

You stepped foot on it, and explosions could be heard anywhere. It was terrifying, to say the least. But your legs strengthened and rushed forth towards a direction, in which a voice — a screaming voice of a woman could be heard.

And that woman was no other than… Mitsuri. She, was the very first friend you had ever since your arrival. She was an innocent, kind, and bright woman. She did not deserve to live in a world like this.

Better yet, exist in a situation that has got her hissing in pain, and gasping for breath.

Obanai Iguro was there too, fighting for his dear life and for Mitsuri’s.

You stand by Mitsuri’s aid, trying to help her get up.

“I’m… fine, please, help Iguro-san..” Mitsuri weakly pleaded, as her legs trembled when she tried to get herself up with the help of your arm.

You looked at Iguro from afar, and you could see, just how much he was willing to risk just to kill a demon.

You nodded and raced toward his aid, without knowing that it was no ordinary demon he was fighting. Not one of the twelve moons, but the king of them all.

You shivered and froze in spot, his dominating aura getting through to you as you looked up at the monster in fear, Iguro continuing to fight for his life.

You slowly walked towards the battle, swallowing the lump in your throat.

You charged towards the demon, whose hair was long and white, had a muscular form, and a scent so alluring.

Iguro was thrown back against the wall, leaving you and the demon alone.

Muzan looked at you in confusion, upon seeing a new face, but then, he remembers, that you were the woman he was always looking for ever since that night. God, you looked beautiful even when your hair up, but he obviously preferred the way you looked in bed, your hair down and splayed on the soft mattress.

He smirked upon seeing you, “nice to see you, again.” He said with his deep, tempting voice.

Oh god, fuck, now you remember. Those memories, it all became so clear. He was the fucking man you slept with, the man from that very same night too.

You stood in front of him from quite a distance, but instead of attacking you, he instead went near and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in as his lips touched yours.

You finally remembered the heat, the pleasure, and the desire.

Your comrades can only look from afar, can only look at your betrayal.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

Weeks before, Mitsuri gasped loudly, her gasp literally echoing through the silent forest, as you told her about your current predicament.

“R-Really!? Omg! You slept with someone!!” Mitsuri announced and gasped loudly again, causing you to place both your hands on her mouth.

“S-Shh! Everyone’s gonna hear you!” You whisper-yelled, as Mitsuri nodded apologetically. Her big mouth always getting the best of her, when it comes to something she always calls “love”.

You sigh in defeat, as you already expect that Mitsuri will probably accidentally slip some words out.

“W-Wait! How did he look like!? What was it like!? Did you feel good!?” Mitsuri’s enthusiasm boosted up again, excitedly asking you about your unforgettable experience.

“Well… it definitely felt like something I never felt like before.. he was um.. muscular.. handsome.. and most definitely big down there.” Mitsuri broke into a cackle, as she held her stomach and wiped the tears in her eyes.

“S-Seriously- haha- t-that was what you r-remember? You sure must’ve s-stared at it for a long time! Hahaha!” Mitsuri continued laughing, as embarrassment started to creep up your cheeks, turning your head away from her, “S-Shh!” as you tried to shut her up.

But it was true though, you can’t deny the fact that he was packing down there.

a/n: u guys imagine the rest

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akiranzee · 3 months

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★ • ° ` — “Women who overstimulate your sloppy abused little clit with a vibrator, as she slowly licks long strips on your slit, and insert her tongue on your abused pussy as she adds a 3rd finger inside, then stopping for the 6th time, not letting you climax just yet.”

a/n: belated chinese new year guys

shinobu kocho, mirko, mina ashido, nejire hado, annie leonhart, furina, raiden shogun, yae miko, kafka, daki, rosalyn, witira, yelena, yelan, shoko ieiri, utahime iori, mei mei, midnight, mt. lady, rosaria, la signora.

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akiranzee · 3 months

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★ • ° ` — “He promised, didn’t he? He promised that he’d come back, then spend the rest of your lives together. But why? Why did it all turn out like this? Why was he laying down on the ground, with a hole in his heart, showered with blood? What did ever go wrong? You didn’t get it. You never could. As the man you only ever loved, broke his promise.”

yoriichi tsugikuni, yukichi fukuzawa, gojo satoru, akaza, tengen uzui, gyomei himejima, jing yuan, gepard, tanjiro kamado.

#📂 — ` akira’s works!#cries #its mostly them sobs #angst #kny #yoriichi tsugikuni #akaza #tengen uzui #gyomei himejima #tanjiro kamado #bsd #yukichi fukuzawa #jjk #gojo satoru #hsr #jing yuan #gepard

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akiranzee · 3 months

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💐🥺 some flowers for ya! Akaza who is kinda jelly of Reader, who is Muzan's fave bc they've always completed the tasks they were given. But here's the thing; Reader is crushing on Akaza. HARD. what to do? was thinkin fluff but you can add more to it, ehe. (no degredation pls)

🪻 • ° ` — “CHANGE OF FEELINGS”

-> PAIRINGS: Akaza x f!Uppermoon 4!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Eyes that have seen the meaning, hearts that have learned to love, and demons that have experienced the good. -> WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, mention of blood, & akaza is 200 while reader is 180. -> A/N: FLOWERS FOR U TOO‼️‼️💐🌷🌹🌹🌺. there is no koyuki in this unfortunately☹️☹️. blue spider lillies here appear at night, but still twice or thrice a year, sry this also took long, this was kind of hard to write😭😭. AND i ran into some problems on tumblr,, still hope u like it tho!

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A deep chuckle could be heard erupting from the depths of the Demon King’s throat, “as expected from you. Very well then, you have earned yourself a week of rest.” He says, as you softly smiled to have pleased your king.

But again and again, one is not pleased by this. Akaza’s fists were brutally clenched as he hears this for thousands of times already. No, that shouldn’t be you. That should be him. He’s supposed to be Muzan’s favorite, not you. How dare you try to steal his spot when you’ve only become an uppermoon for just half a year? No. He won’t allow this. You? An uppermoon 4? Beat him? An uppermoon 3? No no, he won’t allow this. He will never allow this.

“Akaza, I assume you have something good to report to me?” Muzan looked at a wall, knowing Akaza was behind it. Muzan’s deep, demonic voice sent shivers down Akaza’s spine, and yours too.

“Y/n, you’re dismissed.” A part of you wanted to stay and say something, but your entirety would end if you do so.

“Hm? Anything else?” Muzan asked, no — demanded you to tell him why you’re so hesitant. After all, he knows everything about his creations. From the physicality, to the mentality.

“Um... If I may be so bold to ask, master.. May I request a favor?” As Muzan’s gaze transferred down towards you, shivers crawled up to your spine, as you gulped down the lump forming in your throat.

~~~~~

You sat on top of a tree, in the middle of the night. You were quite happy and relieved that Muzan had accepted your favor, but didn’t know if he had obliged it.

As the wind softly hit your face, you spotted a certain someone below. It was none other than Akaza, looking as happy as ever.

Akaza started to take his top off, revealing all the muscle and the chiseled body he was hiding behind that cropped sleeveless haori.

It seemed like Akaza was happy, and that Muzan didn’t hurt him at all. You were glad when Muzan really obliged your request. Huh. The perks of being the favorite.

You watched Akaza as he trained, his muscles flexing at any given angle. And you sure were enjoying the show.

“Gonna keep watching?” Akaza suddenly asked, causing you to blush profusely as you were caught to have been enjoying his training session quite a bit too much.

“Just so you know, I’m not dumb enough to not see you from up there.” Akaza’s tone quickly changed to one that’s too hostile, one that immediately made you lose all the red in your face.

“N-No, Akaza-san, I-I’m only just-” A stuttering mess you are, but Akaza paid no mind to it and cut you off.

“Just because you’re Muzan-sama’s favorite, doesn’t mean that you’re any better than me. Remember this; I am uppermoon 3, and you’re only uppermoon 4.” And with that, Akaza left. God, he was so fucking hot when angry. That’s how down bad you are for him. You didn’t even pay mind with how he indirectly insulted you, only thinking of ways to get him to atleast see you as a comrade, not a foe.

And you just so happened to know the best way to do that.

Unknowingly to Akaza, you purposely made yourself suspicious for the past few days just for him to keep an eye and follow you around.

And, when the day comes, Akaza, after losing you from his sight, stumbled upon an open field. Not just any open field, but an open field full of blue spider lillies.

You knew how much this means to Akaza, especially when he has tried his very best to look for these. You sat down in the middle of the bloomed blue spider lillies, one that looked like a goddess, more like a human than a demon. You were just too beautiful to be a demon.

You felt Akaza’s eyes lay on you. He had never once, in fact, see a woman this beautiful up until this day.

But no, he sees you as a foe — he must see you as a foe. Even if you wanted to be comrades, friends, or even more than that, he must not allow it. No, it’d be ironic anyway for a demon as evil as him to learn how to love.

Perhaps his hatred toward you was just only for the reason that you were Muzan’s favorite. Yet he only looked at you that way, believing you were as evil as the others to even dare take his spot when you know being Muzan’s favorite was the goal he always wanted, yet failed to reach.

But no, you were not like the others — in fact, you were far more different than them. So different that he has started to see you in a new light.

“Akaza-san, what are you doing here?” You asked and tried to act clueless, looking up at him with eyes that were a thousand more beautiful than hundreds of stars combined, as the galaxy reflected on your sweet, sweet eyes.

Akaza walked closer to you, and silently asked, “How did you find these?”

“Well, I frequent here.” You lied. You know yourself you literally took days, weeks, or months, even going as far as to neglect Muzan’s assigned missions to you.

Then, the silence longers. You only stared at each other’s eyes, whilst admiring how the fresh wind hits the both of you gently.

“The moon has set.” You suddenly said, looking up behind Akaza to look at the moon more clearly, the moonlight shone and sparkled before you, serving as spotlights for the both of you as if you’re the only ones that exist.

Silence lingers once again, the tension has become quite too awkward for the both of you. Your relationship has always been like this. But, there was a change. Right now, Akaza’s once hatred-filled eyes turned to one of admiration.

One that finally admired you in a way of finally seeing the real you, not the you he expected you to be. It seems, that Muzan has changed his perspective of you, his thoughts of you, and even the way he feels about you.

There’s just something about you that he can’t get over with.

Maybe it’s because of the fact that you still help him despite his growing and obvious hatred for you, or maybe because your smile tells him there’s more to it than what he thinks...?

Either way, you smile widely and shiny as the moon when you could see the change within him. Maybe, just maybe, will your feelings get reciprocated?

~~~~~

“I apologize, I have failed to find the blue spider lilies, Lord Muzan.” Akaza hung his head down low in shame, prepared for his usual punishment.

You winced and closed your eyes as you looked at the bloody scene from afar. Confusion was still within you, though. Why would he not even take those blue spider lillies?

You gasped as you saw Muzan dissapear in thin air as Akaza slowly stood up whilst trying to regenerate half of his face.

Akaza sauntered weakly towards you, “Why are you up here?” he asked, as blood spilled out of his mouth.

You wiped the blood off of his face, “well... why did you not even take the blue spider lillies?”

“Because you found it. Not me.”

“Well, I led you to it.”

“You still found it.” Akaza, as stubborn as ever, doesn’t want to take credit for something great you achieved. If ever, it should be you who must give it to Muzan, and yet you decline, wanting Akaza to instead do it.

“I think Muzan-sama doesn’t hate you.” You say, sitting down beside Akaza.

Akaza only scoffed, knowing it is a mere lie only to make him feel better.

“Otherwise, if he did, he wouldn’t let you handle such a task that would change the demons’ lineage forever. That, is especially a good change.” You caressed his right cheek as you smiled, his other cheek slowly healing.

“...I don’t think so.” He tried to deny, but the smile on his face says otherwise. The fact can’t be changed that he was indeed comforted by what you said.

The both of you chuckled in unison as you laid on your backs, looking up at the bright roof on top of you.

It was cold, yet the feeling of being close with each other was warm enough to know that everything’s fine and comforting.

From that then on, the both of you felt as close as ever. Both your minds and hearts wished that this moment would go on for as long as life continues.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“Akazaaa, aren’t you getting hungry? C’mon, let’s eaaaaatt!!” You whined as you tried to pull your beloved inside a restaurant of the red light district, after having a tiring battle with the demon slayers.

Yet, he was being stubborn, not wanting to spend the precious money his dear lord had lent him for this disguised-undercover mission.

“No, the money is not enough.” A lie. When he literally had a bag of coins swinging by his waist. But that simple excuse doesn’t work on you, as you continued to pull Akaza with you towards the restaurant.

Then finally, Akaza gave in, as you almost stumbled on your own, Akaza grinning the shit-eating wide grin he had ever done.

You huffed in annoyance, but that didn’t stop you from finally getting in the restaurant, mouth gaped open at how fancy it looked on the inside, rather than outside. Then, a much more eye-catchy thing caught your attention.

“Look, ‘kaza! Don’t these foods make you hungry at all?” You exclaimed as you had finally entered the restaurant along with Akaza, looking at the menu.

“You’re a demon... how come human food makes your mouth water?” Akaza looked at you with disbelief, as you wrapped your arm around his arm, whilst you looked up and smiled at him, “well, any food is delicious!”

“Whatever. Muzan-sama only gave me ¥300.” He said, jingling the bag of coins he had, “well, that’s more than enough! See! This one only costs ¥100!” You pointed at the food displayed on the menu as your eyes sparkled in delight.

“Pleasee, ‘kaza?” He swears, that he’s only paying the precious money for you to stop begging like a child, not because you looked so fucking cute looking up at him with those sparkling eyes of yours.

He glanced at the coins one last time, before handing it to the chef. As you squealed silently in joy, you pulled him on a seat near the window, admiring the beauty the city lights held at night from the 2nd floor. It were like huge stars in front of you, sparkling against your eyes.

Being a demon was, well, hard. Everyone loathes you, those demon slayers are after your head, and no one will ever be by your side. But luckily, you have Akaza. And admiring a peaceful scenery such as this one makes you forget even for a moment that you were hated by the whole world.

“Akaza-san... what if we were humans instead of demons?” You suddenly asked, as Akaza’s attention was now on you.

“Why ask?” He too, looked at the lights shining below. And then, he had finally realized the answer.

“Light may be beautiful. But darkness has its own beauty too. We are immortals, stronger than these humans.” Akaza answered nonchalantly, but he too, wondered. If he never became demon, would he even ever get to meet you?

“...Right. Aren’t we also like humans now? I think this is what humans call a ‘date’.” You softly said, as you looked around you, everyone was being lovey-dovey.

Akaza turned his head away, trying to hide the forming pink in his face. You only giggled, as the food has been served.

~~~~~

A stroll in a peaceful, starry night on a windy open field hand in hand with someone. More so, this someone who you had always long loved.

“The stars are so bright, aren’t they, ‘kaza?” Akaza only hummed in response, looking up too at the stars that formed hundreds of constellations.

“Say, why did you suddenly like me, ‘kaza?” You asked, as you sat down on an open field, where the blue spider lillies last bloomed.

“Just... fate I guess.” He sat along with you, your fingers still intertwined together.

“Hmm... fate you say... then does that mean we are fated to be together?” You asked and looked up at him hopefully, but Akaza didn’t answer. He was left silent, nor did he even bat you an eyesight. He couldn’t answer, or perhaps he didn’t know the answer.

A soft sigh left your lips. He was still the little tsundere you have always loved, and still love. So, you took the first move.

You cupped his cheeks on your hands, and leaned in. Akaza was taken aback, but he too, returned the affection you had given him.

Being breathless was an understatement. You feel like you could die. The feeling was way too good to even think of anything else. You couldn’t even have the chance to think that Muzan could have witnessed this public display of affection.

“...Why did I make these demons again?” Muzan asked himself, as he could feel himself combusting at the ghastly scene in his mind, lovey feelings flowing through his veins. He couldn’t continue on what he was doing now.

a/n: haha poor muzan

#📂 — ` akira’s works!#anime #kny #fluff #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #akaza #kny akaza #akaza kny #demon slayer akaza #akaza demon slayer #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba akaza #akaza x reader #akaza x y/n #akaza x you

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akiranzee · 3 months

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★ • ° ’ — “As spring comes, cherry blossom starts to bloom around your favorite park, as you walked towards the fountain. But as you did, you saw a certain man kneeling on one knee, and holding out a ring to insert in your finger. Seeing him made your heart flutter, and no amount of words can ever describe how happy you are right now.”

tanjiro kamado, izuku midoriya, xiao, zhongli, kaveh, shoto todoroki, kirishima eijiro, armin arlert, jean kirstein, caelus, itadori yuuji, douma, connie springer, childe.

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akiranzee · 4 months

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that uhhh thing you made a while back got me thinkin... revenge sex with muzan when married! y/n finds out her hubby is cheating~?🫠

🎭 • ° ` — “IT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE”

-> PAIRINGS: Bestfriend!Muzan x f!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Your very good best friend comforts you. -> WORD COUNT: 1.2k+ -> CONTAINS: 18+ MDNI., cheating, sex, missionary, office sex, dirty talk, kissing, caught on the act (both sides), dacryphilia, swearing, love mark, cringe nickname💀, & muzan is 25 while reader is 24. -> A/N: hi there! I hope I granted your request just as expected...? Hhe, I hope u enjoyed this!! (modern au btw <33).

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You, Y/N L/N, a petite, vivacious, and elegant young woman is married just a few months ago to a man whom you dearly loved.

But nowadays, you noticed — he always comes home late, and for some times, he doesn’t come home.

It’s odd how they say newly married couples are that of still in the “lovey-dovey” stage, whilst in your situation, it felt like long distance relationship instead.

It felt lonely. But during your husband’s absences though, your bestfriend since highschool filled in the lonely spot.

It may not be everyday, since your bestfriend — Muzan has a job, but he takes and finds the time to spend with you.

Spending time with Muzan was… filling in the lonely spot within you. Him being around your home more than your husband felt saddening, but slowly, it cured the loneliness and one-sided yearning.

Muzan, your bestfriend, may have an unlikeable personality and attitude, but you never failed to see and appreciate the good within him. A lot may point out that he’s narcissistic, prideful, mean, and such, but you paid no mind to it. Because you knew your bestfriend more than anyone, even more than his parents nor relatives.

People even say that he’s always got that grumpy look and never smile. But behind closed doors, whenever he’s with you, he’s as toothy as he can get. One time, when you wanted to buy your husband a birthday gift, you knew just the right person to call — Muzan. I mean, they’re both men, of course Muzan would know what your husband probably wants. That day, you both brought him a perfume and a watch. But in that same day, rained. Whilst walking back home, your umbrella flew away from the grasp of your hands, leaving you no choice but to run after it, whilst you being soaked in the rain. That moment, was when Muzan laughed at the pit of his stomach.

Though, the following day, left you to be bedridden with fever. It was a lose-lose situation, for you didn’t catch up to your umbrella, as it finally flew away wherever the wind brings it to, and you even ended up with a fever. Although, this makes this a lose-lose-lose situation, for not only did such bad lucks appear, your husband was not here by your side to take care of you.

He even left urgently this morning, not bothering to even make you a soup or buy you a medicine. Luckily though, you’ve got your bestfriend with you.

“And that’s why you should eat your vegetables.” Muzan harshly plapped the cold dripping towel on top of your forehead, as you let out a pained and annoyed grunt for him just to hear.

“Hmph. Whatever.” You rolled to the side, having the towel on your forehead to fall off and for Muzan to put it back on.

Muzan looked at his watch, and says, “Ah, I gotta go in 20 minutes.”

Your eyes widened as you rolled to the other side, facing him. “What… you’re leaving already? But… you just got here..” You tried to hide the already exposed pout on your face, as he sighed and stood up.

“Gotta take this call.” He says, and leaves you all alone in the bedroom. It scares you. It really does, to feel the shiver and fear of being abandoned again. Being lonely is the last thing you ever wanted. You’d rather choose to have a temporary fake friend than be a loner, because you don’t want to feel it all again.

You sniffled, having to deal with this uncontrollable fever all alone, with no one to depend on. “Well, well, good news, the meeting’s been cancelled.” You looked up at Muzan walking towards you with teary eyes as he sat back down on the bed.

“…?” You looked at him curiously, trying to keep the tears in your eyes from falling out. “Now eat this before it gets cold.” He starts to feed you, with a mushroom soup he just made on his own. Delicious was an understatement — and so is tasty or yummy. His cooking really is the best, much more better than your husband’s.

I mean, you shouldn’t go and compare their skills, but how can you ever turn a blind eye to such a skill and talent Muzan has showed? He has a cooking talent as same as of a 5-michellin-star chef.

But… the pain was still within you. The pain of how your bestfriend can find more leisure time than your husband could ever. How your bestfriend is the one always there for you when it should be your husband.

Guess it’s safe to say that… he was not the man you once knew. He’d been your boyfriend for three years, and knowing him for that long, he was not like this. For all you knew, he would’ve done everything just to be with you, to spend time with you. But he just… changed. Ever since he got that huge promotion in his office, he started acting this way. Perhaps it’s because he has gotten busy due to his promotion? Yeah, that must be it… hopefully.

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12:00PM, XeoX Inc.

You rode a cab to the office of your dear husband, bringing him his favorite dish, Japchae.

You walked towards the elevator, and clicked on the eighth floor. “TING!” The elevator reminded you that you were a few steps to seeing your beloved husband, making you walk slightly faster at the impatience. As you walked closer and closer to his office, you could hear mumbled voices. You thought he was speaking with a client, so you waited for about five minutes.

But then, you heard a glass shattering, yet the mumbled voices still continued on. Of course, meeting with a client won’t be as normal as this, right? You reached your hand to the doorknob, to reveal that it was not closed the whole entire time.

As you opened the door, and revealed the other side of it, you see two surprised faces look at you in the eyes, as you see the scene unfold before you. Your husband’s dick inside a blonde woman whose wearing a lingerie and a very red lipstick, as he fucks her on top of his desk.

You didn’t know what to feel. All you could ever feel was the rage burning within you and the sadness suffocating you. You felt breathless, as tears ran and escaped your eyes that showed your sad soul.

You dropped the dish you brought with you, and ran out of his office. You wanted to scream, slap, and throw some fucking sense into him. But you couldn’t because you were still in love with him. It’s true, that in those times where your husband was absent, your feelings slowly faded away. But that didn’t change the fact that he was your first love and husband.

Love is a confusing thing, indeed. It hurts you, yet you so desperately hold on to it.

Minutes passed, you have reached the entrance of your home. You smashed all the frames that had pictures of you and your husband, you threw your wedding ring and his things, and you sobbed helplessly in the shared bedroom of you and your husband.

You reached out for your phone, knowing just who to call.

You dialed his number, yet no answer. You tried again, but still to no avail. You put your phone down and buried your head to the pillow, screaming in it, letting out all the anguish and pain your husband has brought upon you.

Then, your phone dinged. You picked it up from the bedside desk, and saw Muzan’s text message.

muziee🫶: I’m in a meeting right now. Call you back later. muziee🫶: Sorry, accidentally clicked those automatic texts. What’s up? You: ah nvm, continue on ur meeting. sry. muziee🫶: No. I said what’s up. You: js… feeling lonely hsjhsjsjsjs muziee🫶: tell me the truth rn. You: . You: he cheated haha. muziee🫶: wru You: home. crying pathetically muziee🫶: don't move ur fucking ass from there You: what You: hello?? You: zanzan wru You: ok continue on ur meeting

And again, you placed your phone down the bedside desk and continued on with sobbing your heart out.

Not even 10 minutes later, a frantic knock and doorbell dinging was heard loudly. You grumbled, trying to figure out who it is, but that didn’t matter because you could hear Muzan screaming your name from the other side.

You opened the door, “what- Muzan? What are you doing here? I thought you-” Muzan didn’t even let you finish before he tackled you to a tight hug.

“You okay?” He asked silently. Meanwhile hearing those two words just made you break down to tears again. Pathetic how a single man can break you like this. How a single man can fool you like this. How a single man can hurt you like this.

And Muzan hated it. “I told you — he was no good for you.” Yes, he isn’t. Even Muzan foresaw that this time would come because you shouldn’t have been with that man from the start — you should’ve been with him, Muzan.

“Four years… four years for nothing…!” You buried your head under his neck, and sobbed helplessly once again.

“Shh. Those tears don’t fucking look good on you.” Muzan cupped your cheeks, and your crying face… just turned something on in him. Which shouldn’t be turned on at this kind of situation. He wiped those tears away gently, and led you to the living room, settling you on the couch.

For a few minutes, maybe even hours, which you definitely didn’t care for, the both of you stayed there, as Muzan kept you warm in his embrace.

“I want to… I want to forget him.” You suddenly said, with countless sniffles following right after.

“I’ll make you forget him.” Muzan answered, additionally saying; “if you give me consent.”

You looked up at him in shock, having an idea of what he could’ve meant, but not so sure of it. But god fucking hell. Your crying face just turned him on even more, your eyes red and swollen from crying too much, with some dry tears along your cheeks, nose red and puffy, and lips sweating. It definitely didn’t help to his already hard length. What’s more is that your right thigh is even touching it. How can you be so oblivious about this?

“I said, I will make you forget him if you give me consent. And I mean that consent.” Muzan repeated, rubbing your back with his hand that sent a thousand shivers to your brain.

Your head was completely empty. You wanted to forget everything, and move on. Which is what you’re doing now. You wrapped both your arms on his neck, and closed the painfully near gap between the both of you, while Muzan’s hands started to wander on places he shouldn’t.

The feel of his touch was soothing, if anything; the warmth that radiated from his touch comforted you. And yet it too, makes you lose your mind from the desire and temptation.

This was wrong. Really wrong. You shouldn’t let him do this — let alone your very bestfriend. But it was too late — Muzan had already skillfully inserted his tongue in your mouth, exploring and thrusting his tongue deep in your throat.

You softly moaned at the heat, whilst you hurriedly, desperately tried to unbutton his expensive top. He chuckled against your mouth, as you struggled to gain access to his well-toned, chiseled body.

Amazingly, he helped you unbutton his top, without ever breaking the kiss. You wanted to see how his body looked like, but he gave you no time as he had already pinned you beneath him, to the sofa.

It was an uncomfortable space, but pleasure overides the comfortability you so seek.

In the blink of an eye, Muzan immediately stripped off your underwear and stuck in one finger inside. You moaned at the sudden pleasure, his finger moving so skillfully, hitting spots that you never even knew existed within you.

He inserted another finger, this time, curling both his fingers up that had you arch your back too.

“Fuck, feels good, yeah?” Muzan asked as the kiss broke with your back arching, three of his fingers now completely rutted and sheathed inside you.

You wanted him to move, but he was teasing you, forcing you to put this in your own hands and move your hips towards his fingers.

There was no lube, but the wetness of your sweet pussy could be used as lube, especially with the way it made squelching sounds when Muzan thrusted his fingers inside you.

It’s not too long before you have climaxed, back arching even more at the great pleasure.

You collapsed exhaustedly, but Muzan took off everything he was wearing, “Ah-ah, no sleeping. Gotta be productive.”

And with that, Muzan immediately thrusted his hard length within you, directly hitting your womb. You moaned in sweet pleasure, “wait- WAIT- MUZ- I J-JUST CAME- WAITTTtttt~~~” You climaxed again, with your tongue and drool out, but Muzan did not stop. Especially when tears started to flow out of your eyes, it only added fuel to the fire for his speed got even more faster.

Your pussy clenched down his length again, as he leaned down and wrapped his lips on your nipple, hardened bud.

“Fuck, this bod so good, he can’t even please you.” At this moment on, you were fucking like rabbits. His mouth still attached to your hardened bud, as he left marks and traces that you are his.

You were getting sensetive, to the point that you had ejaculated three times already. But Muzan still thrusted deep within you, hitting your womb a couple more times before reaching his own climax.

You both were exhausted to the bone, especially you. Muzan kissed you on the lips as his cum painted your walls pure white, before he looked up by the door and smirked.

“It’s what you deserve.” He says, looking up at the horrified man.

“…What?” You asked, not daring to open your exhausted eyes. “I said, you deserve a man who does not treat you poorly.” Muzan answered, as he kissed your forehead, still smirking up at the man who still has a horrified expression on his pathetic face.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“Ah, welcome home, Muzie!” You greeted your bestfriend — now lover, as he got home from work, kissing his cheeks so lovingly.

Muzan simply chuckled, “still not over that nickname?”

“Why? Do you not like it?” You looked up at him with a pout, thinking how dare he deny such a nickname you had thought for hours and hours back then.

“No, I love it. Here,” Muzan led you to the dining room, “close your eyes, baby.” You looked at him with curious eyes, but obediently followed him.

You closed your eyes when you felt something on your neck. Your eyes opened wide immediately, when you felt a cold thing hit your warm skin.

“E-Eh? Muzan? A necklace? Again!? B-But-” You tried to look behind you, but Muzan simply said, “Hush.”

“B-But Muzie, this is like, the twentieth!” You exclaimed, having to remember the ton of gifts he always showered you every single day.

“So? It’s what you deserve.” Muzan stated simply, as he peppered soft and sweet kisses on your nape.

a/n: help idk what to feel abt this

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akiranzee · 4 months

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★ • ° ` — “Men who push you towards the wall impatiently, hurriedly taking off both your underwears, as he immediately stuffs his cock in your warm pussy that’s still loose from last night’s activity.”

a/n: happy new year everyone!!🎇🎇

childe, kaeya, caelus, kaveh, kirishima eijiro, kaminari denki, connie springer, gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, itadori yuuji, jean kirstein.

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akiranzee · 4 months

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★ • ° ` — “Guys who smile at you so heartwarmingly, who talk to you so gently, who treat you better than anyone else, who comfort you best at your worst, and who tell you that you deserve the whole world. He doesn’t even know how crazy he makes you feel whenever he does those things.”

a/n: belated merry xmas everyonee!!🎄🎄

tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, izuku midoriya, shoyo hinata, atsushi nakajima, kirishima eijiro, junichiro tanizaki, aether, yuji itadori, yuta okkotsu, caelus, chongyun, dan heng.

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akiranzee · 5 months

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👹 • ° ` — “THROUGH THICK AND THIN”

-> PAIRINGS: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Married to a rich, but ill man. -> WORD COUNT: 3.2k+ -> CONTAINS: angst, killings, violence, young marriage, blood, & both Muzan and reader are 19. -> A/N: I manipulated the story a bit. Whoopsies.

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“You may now kiss the bride.” As the priest announced the final vow, the crowd cheered and squealed as Muzan closed in and touched your lips.

You could see your mother crying tears of joy as the kiss ended, and everyone cheered on happily once again.

~~~~~

As the day ended, both you and Muzan went to your shared room, and rested.

Although along the night, Muzan’s coughs kept getting worse and worse, that’s been keeping the both of you up.

1:30AM, Muzan coughed up blood again for the 5th time, and as you were about to get water, he had enough of it.

He immediately stood up and left your shared room. You wanted to follow him, but you know, in times like this, he wants to be left alone. He doesn’t want anyone to see him look so vulnerable, as if a glass so fragile, especially by you.

~~~~~

As Muzan reached the outside of the building, and onto a dark alley, he punched a wall. Even if he was still 19, he feels a numbing pain, as if his knuckles were about to break, like an old man.

It made him angry. It made him angry at his illness, at his doctor, and at himself. How could he be so weak? How would he be able to protect you now? How would he be able to stay by your side?

He clenched his aching fists. If only… if only a power of immortality existed, he would do everything to get it. He would do it, even if it meant even risking his own short life.

All his life, his well-being only ached for such great power, he only ached for such invincible strength, one that could never be countered. He wanted to rule the world, he wanted to take the lives of those people who looked down on him, he wanted to rule their lives. He was that of an evil deed. But such a fragile flower as you are that he met, thanks to his doctor, the daughter that his doctor once brought with him many years back.

You looked weak. Hell, even weaker than his rotting body. Muzan, at 10 years old, met the 10 year old shy girl, which so happened to be you. In his mattress, he found life so boring. He never even grew fond of toys that his parents brought.

But upon seeing you that day, he felt a shine of life within him. As if his once rotting body relived again. Since that day, Muzan asked his doctor for nothing but you. Ever since then, fate seems to draw the both of you closer.

You, on the other hand, didn’t mind. Your father was a great doctor, and you were sure his powerful hands would cure Muzan, even if he was diagnosed with an unknown disease. Either yet, you still didn’t mind because he looked attractive even when his face looked pale, one that contained as if no more blood.

Nonetheless, even with his cold and prideful personality, you still found yourself… attracted to him.

~~~~~

Days passed, and Muzan’s condition got worse. Him coughing up blood have been continuously going on, as his final days was reaching. It was almost his birthday, he’s almost turning 20. He knows what would happen to him, you know. But you wanted to stay by Muzan’s side even at the end of his life. “Through thick and thin”, the vow said. The promise you both swore of.

You wanted to cry, but you know tears would do nothing, and pity would only worsen his current state.

Scared of what would happen, you called up your father, and asked him to try and cure Muzan again. The herbs, the medicines, no — they all didn’t had any effect on his condition. The doctor, your father; asked you to grab some water, one that is fresh up the mountains. And so you did.

Such a life did Muzan live, would he allow this to be the end? Would he allow, that not only did he live such a pathetic life, but he would also die a pathetic death? No. His pride refuses to allow so.

“Mr. Kibutsuji, I have found a possible cure that could maybe cure you. Although it is not tested and labeled as a potential cure, it has a possibility of healing such a disease that you have.” The doctor said, as he took out the medicine within the bottle.

“So… you’re saying you’re going to experiment me?” Muzan slowly looked up to the doctor, his eyes full of anger and hatred, as if he wanted to kill the doctor.

“Ye- well… not… um… nevermind, maybe?” The doctor couldn’t find the right answer, for yes, he was indeed about to experiment on Muzan, but he was sure the medicine he had made himself has to be the cure.

“We should try, Mr. Kibutsuji. This medicine that I have effectively made has no bad side-effects that would cause the harm of your life.” Even when the doctor spoke so confidently while pouring Muzan the supposed medicine onto his cup, Muzan hesitated in trusting the doctor, even if he was his father-in-law.

Muzan, soon enough, accepted the cup as he is desperate for the freedom he so seeks to escape this useless, frail, and weak body of his soon. As Muzan drank the last drop, they both waited. The doctor said the effect will immediately occur, not even 5 seconds, and yet, even after 5 seconds, nothing changed.

He was still the once weak and frail Muzan. And that angered him.

“First, you conduct such experiment on me, then now, you say that this is a failure and a waste of my time?” Muzan threw the cup onto the floor, and it broke into sharp, deadly pieces.

The doctor, your father, shuddered in fear now as Muzan looked at him with a fiery glare, his teeth gritted that showed his now growing fangs, and veins popping massively.

The once weak and frail Muzan that looked as if he was about to die, now looked horrid and grotesque, one that could kill. Such a deadly position did the doctor find himself in, indeed.

Before even the doctor could react, Muzan’s now long extended nails had slashed him to death.

His blood splashing and staining the walls of both your shared bedroom, his head almost detaching itself from his body as he slowly fell to his death.

Muzan felt powerful, as if he was finally reborn into this world as healthy.

He took a look at himself at the mirror. He grew. He grew fangs, muscles, nails, that his old thin clothes tore apart. He looked like a monster. But he didn’t care. He finally looked like he had some strength. No — not some. A lot of strength.

By whatever time coincidence they call this, though, you walked into the room and see this grotesque and gory sight. You dropped the bowl full of water and two towels. Your hands shaked rapidly, your mouth opening unconsciously, and pupils dilating unstoppably.

You looked at your father as he laid down on the floor, the smell of flesh and blood getting in your nostrills made your head ache, as you trembled with pure disgust and fear.

The only culprit was inside. Checking himself in the mirror. Your so-called husband.

Muzan turned towards the door, seeing you, and he smiled. “My dear… I’ve healed.. I’ve finally gained strength..” Muzan opened his arms, as if waiting for you to come and hug him.

“W-What…” You could finally speak, tears spilling down your eyes as your mouth continued to gape open. You managed to look at Muzan. No — you managed to look at the monster that killed your father.

Muzan tilted his head, seeming confused why are you not running towards him in happiness. “Hmm? What’s wrong, my dear? Are you not… happy?”

“Y-You… m-my… father…” You stuttered helplessly, as Muzan just chuckled.

“Oh, I’m sorry, he was being useless.. I had to.” As if killing your father was not enough, he kicked your father’s now detached head and rolled towards you. You screamed in pure fear and disgust, as Muzan just rolled his eyes, calling you ‘dramatic’.

“Dear, you’re killing my ears. Don’t overreact.” Muzan crossed his arms, and rolled his eyes again as you sobbed and fell to the ground.

Muzan sauntered towards you, reaching his arms out, as if wanting to hug you with his bloody nails.

But you backed away. And Muzan was left confused.

“My… f-father…” You repeated the third time, and Muzan was now annoyed.

“Yes, your father, I killed him.” Muzan tried to go closer to you, but you backed off again.

“W-Why…” You looked up at Muzan with fear. You didn’t know who this man was, anymore. No — he was not the Muzan you once knew, you once married.

“Why? I told you, he was being useless. But thanks to him, I have turned to this, a new me.” Muzan wickedly smiled as you stopped backing away, for your back had now hit the hallway wall.

As Muzan drew closer to you, you kicked him away at the stomach, and that made him angry. But that apparently, didn’t had any effect on him.

“You- why would you do that!?” Muzan questioned angrily as he pinned you roughly at the wall.

“Why, why would you kill him!? What did he ever do to you!?” You sobbed again, but this time, loudly. Muzan, as he is, got annoyed by this. He placed his right hand on your throat, threatening to strangle you if you don’t shut up now.

“Shut up. You’ll do as I say, because you’re my wife. Because you’re mine.” He looked at you with pure obsession in his eyes, his wide smile showing his wickedness.

Your face twitched in disgust, “No… I’d rather you kill me. I would never be with someone as inhuman as you are.” You looked at him with pure hatred in your eyes, as his face twitched in anger.

“How dare you… did you know how many lengths I have to go through with this just for you!?” He started squeezing your neck, slowly getting tighter, the air in your lungs slowly suffocating.

He didn’t realize it, but it seemed as if you had took his hand and pressed his long nails on your now bleeding stomach.

He looked down in surprise, as you smiled.

“…I hate… every single bit of you…” And that were your last words before your mouth drooled out blood, as your grasp on both his hands slowly loosened, as your eyes slowly closed, and your heartbeat slowened.

Muzan felt a pang in his heart. You looked peaceful. The smile in your face as you were in death’s door, proved that you would never choose him even if both heaven and hell falls.

Muzan sighed and stood up, licking the blood off his nails. He looked at you once more, and whispered “If only you followed through… you wouldn’t be in that miserable state.” Then he left. He was about to step outside of your shared house, when instinct called out to him. He must never walk under the sun.

He may be strong now, but all has weakness. His weakness? The sun. And he hates it.

He walked back towards his room, and took a look of the doctor’s book. He flipped through the pages, and saw that this was not the final cure. There was supposed to be another process for it to be final.

Blue spider lily. His doctor’s original plan, was to turn him into this, a demon, and then make him consume a blue spider lily to turn him back to human.

Muzan crumpled and tore off that page, seeming to have regrets that he hadn’t waited any longer. If only he had waited any longer, then maybe, he wouldn’t be cursed to not walk under the sun, and you would’ve still be here.

But Muzan paid no pity on you. “You were just like the others,” he thought, “in the way of my success.”

~~~~~

Days, weeks, months, years, and decades passed, Muzan traveled from mountains to villages, to cities, and to prefectures.

9,000 years had passed. He had created his own minions; the demons. He had managed to conquer almost the world, if it weren’t for the demon slayer corps. He had found out that he turned a demon himself, the king, to be exact, and an immortal. He had made his own fake family, just to hide from the demon slayer corps. He had achieved greater heights on his own. And yet, the thought of you still lingers at the back of his mind.

Your smile, your laughter, your breath, your warmth, your embrace, your kisses, everything. He remembers the smallest details, even. How your nose would scrunch up at the faintest smell of smoke, how you’d stick your tongue out in disgust when you face vegetables in dinner, how you’d blink your eyes twice at the sudden change of brightness, how you’d shake your head slowly before you sneeze, and how your eyebrows would furrow and eyes would close when you want or have already released carbon dioxide.

He chuckled at the thoughts. Even douma, was left curious as Akaza towed him away from Muzan’s room.

To put it shortly, he misses you. He misses your voice, your touch, your warmth, and your care. But he doesn’t know.

But the past is past, isn’t it? It has all already happened. Muzan, he himself believes that there might be people who are just like you. But his heart, believes that you’re the only one.

~~~~~

Red light district. A place where Muzan frequents. Where he ‘settles’ in with his family. Where his preys live. Where he met his worst nightmare.

Tanjiro Kamado, a young boy who has haunted Muzan from that one, single encounter. The boy seems to have reminded him, that he shan’t never forget the fear Yoriichi Tsugikuni imprinted within him.

The fear of death frightened him as he shuddered in thin air at the sudden reminder that he, has indeed almost died.

That glimpse reminder suddenly made him feel weak, and he hated every single thing about it. How his legs trembled, his hands shaking, and his eyes twitching violently. Such a night he could never forget. No. It is impossible to forget.

~~~~~

As he laid down on his bed, he was once again haunted by memories of you. It was almost every day, that it became unhealthy. Whether he was in a meeting with the uppermoons, or when he was in the middle of devouring someone, the memories of you chose no time and situation, for it appears so randomly in his mind.

He brushed it off, thinking it’s just a mere guilt that he could never forget you, but he never realized that it was because he misses you.

Time passed swiftly, and the final time has arrived.

The hashiras attacked in, and all his creations slowly died one by one, and soon enough, he was the only one left.

Tanjiro Kamado, the boy he hates so much, has come to behead him and end the lineage of demons. But no, Muzan won’t allow that. Even if he was in front of death’s door, he wouldn’t, for he has seeked a life where he wouldn’t have to worry about dying. And because he does, the only way to prevent his death is to kill this boy in front of him.

Yet, for so many minutes that passed, he can’t kill the boy. There’re too many people, hashiras to be exact, protecting this boy from death. But every single hashira has also failed to kill him. Until all were exhausted.

Muzan and Tanjiro though, battled like there was no tomorrow — where they don’t even plan to continue tomorrow, because they’re determined to end it all here, all at once.

But alas, did he transform to a gigantic, monstrous creature, that a lot of people came and helped the boy once again, for he has stepped out of the shadows, and stepped into the sun.

It was a scorching heat, it was burning hot, it hurts, it feels like hell. He was slowly dying. Muzan didn’t want to accept it, but all these people around, helped the boy once more. They never gave up.

“How pathetic,” he thought, “losing their already miserable lives to a boy whose worth is not even valuable.” Then he questioned, “Why? Why would they all risk their lives for a pathetic boy? Why would they give it their all to save a single boy? Why won’t they just give up?”

For every blow they landed on him, may it be weak or fatal, Y/n always appeared in his mind.

“I would have loved you if you hadn’t ended my father’s life!” “What value must I give someone like you when you gave people no value at all!?” “If things would only go this way, then I wish I never met you.” “I hope they kill you.” “I hope they win.” “I hope you die.” “I hope you lose.” “I hope I would’ve been there to see and laugh at your miserable fate.” The words tangled in his mind, words that his mind created; that fallacied him into thinking that you had really said those words.

Even if the sun was burning through him, your ‘words’ hurt him more.

He could feel his chest aching, and his eyes slowly forming tears.

He finally understands. He finally understands why you reacted that way, why you reacted so violently that day, on your father’s death. It was because you were human, and he did something inhuman. It was because even from the start, even if he was still human, he had always been evil, like a demon.

He was slowly disintegrating, following through the wind, his ashes slowly left his body. But before he would even allow that, he would never let the hardwork and dreams he had go to waste. The things he did to sacrifice you. That’s why, he passed it all to the boy.

His hardwork and dreams must never die with him. He has regretted nothing, for all has been done. Though, he did regret one thing. It was killing you.

Even in front of death’s door, the last thought he could think of, was you.

You, you, you, you, everywhere you. Just now, did he realize that he can’t live a world without you. That he was wrong all along. He can never find anyone like you, he can never be sane with a life without you, and that all he had ever wanted all along was to be with you.

The regret, and the guilt he felt back that day. If only he not only had the power of a demon, but also had the power to turn back time, he would do everything just to get back to that day.

As he finally faded into thin air, he had the same look as you were on death’s door. He smiled, with tears forming in his eyes. He was finally going to be with you. Screw that power of demon when you’re not even here. Why have such power, if he can’t even be with you? If he can’t even protect you? If he can’t even love you?

Both of you swore in front of the altar, “through thick and thin, we will always be together.” Muzan will finally keep what he swore. But he knows that he has no right to be with you. He knows that he has no right to call you his wife, let alone love you, for he was the one who killed you.

In the blink of an eye, Muzan opened his eyes and saw darkness. It felt as if any direction he looked, he was still staring to the void.

But then, he heard a voice. More specifically, a laughter. To be exact, your voice. He looked around and turned, only to see you with a smile so wide. Muzan took a step forward, then he raced towards you. But he suddenly stopped. How would you react then if you see him once again? Would you sob, and look at him with pure hatred and fear, or kill yourself once again? How can you ever smile at him that way when he was the only who killed your father, and you? He knew it was a boundary. And he could never cross it. For you are on the heaven, and he is at hell.

He loved you, he really did. But his mindset stuck up on “if I can’t have you, then no one can.” But he truly did regret his decision. But now, he has lost privilege of loving you. Because he’s the one who killed you, after all. He can now only look at you from afar, and smile as you laughed happily with a life without him.

If only he could bring back time… but no matter what, he will always stay and watch you, just like what he should’ve done 10,000 years ago. “Through thick and thin,” he whispers, as he watched you smiling wide without him.

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