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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Your fangs have never scared me.

Starring: Akaza x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff and slight violence. It’s just Akaza being the overprotective boyfriend I know he would be.

Plot: you met during a festival, he saved you. He thought you would have been horrified by his appearence and what he had done to your aggressor. You wiped the blood off of his face, instead, and you let him accompanying you home. You showed gratitude and sympathy to him, a soulless demon. He fell in love with you, a human, a ‘weakling’.

Dt: @6uppermoonsupremacy200 if I am not mistaken, you had aksed for some Akaza fluff!

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You were a weakling, he loathed weaklings. Still he loved you. Those who could not defend themselves were destined to succumb. It was just the way that it worked. He despised humans, they were just a source of food, according to him. Entertaining, at best, when he came across a challenging opponent. Despite that, they all turned out to be disappointing. They refused to embrace the dark side, to hone their abilities to the peak was not worth losing their humanity. They wasted their potential and his time.

Akaza did not claim to be a saint. He was a murderer, he admitted it, but he had some values. Women were not part of his diet, first and foremost. Men and demons disrespecting them were trash. He was not friendly with the gentle sex, but he had never laid a finger on a woman and he would have never ever dared to touch one, not even if he was starving.

You were on his path the night you met. Beautiful. The first thing he thought when his demonic eyes landed on your face was that you were beautiful.

You were staring up at the sky in awe, your eyes shimmering under the techicolors lights of fireworks exploding into the pitch black night sky. Alone, but happy, you were comfortably sitting on a bench, during thr local festival. Akaza had stopped on his tracks, enticed by the purity you radiated. He did not plan to talk to you, he would have probably freaked you out anyway. And he was aloof from craving to wipe away that lovely smile of yours from your face. You were a fleeting, pleasing sight to behold. Nothing more.

He had turned his back at you, golden eyes now scanning the horizon in search for slayers to beat up to death. Gasps and yelps, though, pierced his ears and he switched his attention back to the crowd cheering down the streets.

You. His eyes immediately searched for you.

Dear God, when he saw you, when he watched the way a stupid lout yanked your arm aggressively, trying to drag you away in a dark alley, he felt his blood boil in his veins. Your lips, curled up in a soft smile a minute ago, were now contorted into a pitiful pout, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to scream for help.

But people were too busy enjoying the festivity to pay attention to you, to save you. They seemed deaf. He was not, though. He had heard you crying out for help, he did not hesitate to jump down from the rooftop and sneakily waiting for him in the filthy, dark alley he intended to pull you in.

It was not like he had a special connection with you. He just could not bear the sight of an innocent girl being beated up under his watchful eye. No woman deserved it. Especially when she radiated a kind energy like you.

With a harsh tug at your hair, the man had you stumbling into the dead end and you tripped on a rock, landing onto the dusty ground. Your kimono was torn, your eyes puffy for the tears you had shedded and you were laying hapless at his feet. You saw your end into that man’s eyes and you writhed in fear for what was yet to come. But the odds were apparently in your favor. You were not alone, no one was going to hurt you.

“Aren’t you a pitiful scumbag? Don’t you dare touching her, pal. Unless you would love to see some blood spill, naturally” Akaza spoke, emerging calmly from the darkness.

His eyes, his glimmering golden eyes were the first thing you noticed, when you switched your attention on the owner of that soothing voice coming for the darkness behind you. There was hope, there was still hope for you. You knew he was a demon. You had heard about them from your grandparents, when you were a toddler. Nothing about him suggested he was a mortal. His eyes were not quite close to the ones of a common civilian. His skin was pale, the pointy canines protruding from his upper lip gave him away almost immediately. Thus you should have considered yourself a dead woman walking.

But he was not looking at you, he did not reach out to snatch you away and feast on your flesh. He was glaring at your aggressor, he had probably barely even looked at you.

“Mind your business, you idiot. Get lost” the mug at your right said, taking a step forward and cracking his knuckles in irritation. Was he a fool? You scurried back to the wall, until you were out of their way, watery eyes transfixed on the pink-haired guy a few strides away from you. Your heart thrummed into your chest and your ears still rang for the smack you had received from the man. There was no way in the hell it would have ended with an apology and a friendly handshake.

“You’re a worthless, pathetic, insufferable weakling. You disgust me to the point I won’t even eat your rotten flesh, once you’re dead” Akaza bitterly declared, clenching his fists down his sides and grimacing at his opponent.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach, when he confirmed he was a demon. But, for some reason, you felt safe in his presence. You knew you should have took the chance to simply run away, while the two men involved into a staring contest destined to degenerate into a fight. Yet, you stayed there, breath uneven, watching how the demon did not even allow the taller guy to reply something.

You heard the sound of bones breaking and you clasped your hand over your mouth not to let out a scream of horror, when some drops of blood splattered on the wall beside your head. A punch, a punch was all it took for the demon to kill your aggressor. His lifeless body slumped down on the ground and you released a breath you did not know you were holding.

You mind was foggy, your legs wobbly, but your eyes locked with the demon’s ones, softening. He had saved you. How could it be possible? A blood-thirsted monster had just saved your life.

He scoffed and turned his back at you “You should not hang out alone by night. It’s dangerous” he muttered, staring at his feet in discomfort. He was worried of having somehow traumatized you. It sounded crazy to him, but Akaza feared your judgement as if you were someone important to him. But he did not know you. Why did he care?

You sighed and, unfolding a tissue you had tucked into your obi, you walked up to him, careful not to step on the explanding pool of blood coming from the wound in the man’s head. Akaza did not expect anything from you, beside screams of terror and spiteful words thrown at his face.

Therefore, when you gently grasped his chin and wiped away some blood running down his cheeks, he stared at you purely in shock. What were you doing? Were you cleaning his face? Why? He was a monster! You should have been scared of him. But you blessed him with a kind smile, eyes twinkling in gratitude as you dropped your hand to the side once you were done.

“Why?” Akaza asked, his fingers grazing his cheek in astonishment. It felt oddly familiar. Did someone do that for him in the past?

You blushed and bowed your head at him “You saved my life, that’s the least I could do… – you sheepishly admitted – Thank you, really” you added shortly.

The Upper Moon Three frowned, his upper lip twitched before he spoke again “But I am a demon…” he ramarked, only to see you shrugging and grasping his hand between you tiny ones. You were too pure for this world. How? Just how could someone even think about hurting you? He did not feel even the slightest sting of remorse for having killed that man.

“You showed me a kind of humanity I haven’t seen in mortals’s hearts. Why should I not be grateful that you saved my life?” you stated, a polite smile curling your chapped lips.

You. How could a weakling like you, a human, show empathy to him?

Akaza halted, his cheeks flushing up as you held his hand and blinked at his stunned face “Can I know your name?” you asked, cocking your head to the side, eyes locked with the pools of melted gold shining under the moonlight. He was handsome, in a wicked kind of way.

“Akaza. I’m Akaza… And you are?” he fretted, rubbing the back of his neck. Centuries had passed and no one had ever watched him with the same warm look you were giving him. What was so special about you?

You chucked and nodded your head “Ah, forgive me, please! I’m Y/N! – you introduced yourself, bowing your head at him – Listen, Akaza, as you can see, I trust you. I don’t want to sound too bold, but… Could you please walk me home? It’s not too far from here, but I am still startled by—”.

“Sure! – he cut you off, swallowing the lump in his throat and letting go of your hand abruptly – But I cannot walk among humans… I mean, I… Can I pick you up? It’s easier for me to jump from a roof to another” he blurted out, averting his eyes from you. He was probably embarrassing you and it was the least thing he wanted.

What were you doing to him? Had you, by any chance, bewitched him? Were you a witch?

He was surprised to hear you giggle and he darted his eyes back on you, watching how your cheeks had turned into a scarlet shade and your hand was closed in a small fist, pressed against your lips. No, that was no good. You were cute.

“You are so lovely, Akaza. Of course, you can! Just… Don’t let me fall, please” you said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He smiled softly, eyes downcast as he nodded his head at your request “I would never”.

Two years from that night, you were still by his side. His fingers ran through your hair, as you sat on his lap and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. You were his weakling, his humanity, his precious ray of sun: the sun he cursed everyday of his life, but that he could experience through you. He loved you.

“Are you not scared of me? Not even when I growl?” Akaza murmured, earning a light laughter from you. You loved this soft side of him, you loved how he never ceased to make sure you still loved him.

“Akaza, your fangs have never scared me” you whispered, plating another kiss on his mouth. This small part of your life, the life you were sharing with him was the infinite to you. As long as you were with him, nothing could have ever scared you.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

I’m not following a specific order for my stand-alone shots. I just focus on what inspires me, whenever I have some spare time to type on my beloved keyboard. Anyway, I’ll definitely write all the suggestions you left on my post. As you may have noticed, I have added the titles I have chosen on my Masterlist. Btw, I hope you enjoy this small fluffy story!

#akaza #akaza x you #akaza x reader #akaza x y/n #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer fanfic #upper moons #upper moon three

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domaslut · 2 years

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Could you write a one-shot with Merula x female reader pleaseee! Maybe at a common room/hogwarts party where they have their first kiss :)

AUTHOR NOTE: aww, thank you so much for the request! I hope you are going to enjoy the reading. I love Merula from the bottom of my heart. I am sorry it took longer than I had originally planned, but I got really busy. Can’t wait to work on the other three I have got :)

Pairing: Merula x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Prompt: in which you share your first kiss with Merula at a party, while she rants about muggle music.

I HATE MUGGLE MUSIC.

When Ben invited you over for a party, you expected baloons, food and your friends to sing along the new song released by “The Weird Sisters”, but apparently you were wrong. While the atmosphere was pretty cheerful, most of your friends were silently listening to muggle music, gulping down butterbeer and shrugging casually at the lyrics. It was a disaster.

You blinked skeptically, as you took a deep breath, made your way to Ben and greeted him with a soft smile “I thought we had agreed to boost out some good music for the night… – you started, eyeing your friend expectantly from behind your long eyelashes – Don’t you think we should switch it up on stuff they are used to?” you suggested, before involving him into a warm hug. Your friend chuckled and hugged you back, patting on the leather fabric of your black jacket.

“Oh, well, judging by your daring look, you were really hoping on some magical rock music, weren’t you?” Ben noted, checking your outfit out rather patently. To that, you simply smiled proudly and twirled around to show off your impeccable choice of clothes. You really had a good taste, but you were certain that your friendship with the Ravenclaw stylist, Andre, had increased your self-esteem and highened your standards in picking the perfect outfit for each event.

“Seriously, though, you should consider something everyone can easily enjoy. – you insisted, once you made eye-contact with him again – Maybe, later on. The night is young and I think people are more invested into food rather than dancing right now…Speaking of which, as a matter of fact, I’m pretty hungry too. See you around!” you added, your eyes now focused on the large table decorated in candles, techicolor baloons and delicious trays of food. Before you could even hear Ben babbling out a proper response, you had already made your way to the table and now, empty plate in hand, you were pondering which canapé you should have tried first.

“Oh, there you are! You are in late. That is so unusual of you. Yet, I could not expect less from the star that you are” a familiar voice pierced your ears, earning a eye-roll from you. Although you had somehow mutually stopped holding a grudge and your relationship had gradually turned into a more lively and good one, Merula Snyde could never miss her chance to tease you. You had even been out on a few dates together in past. Yet, sadly, none of you two had decided to take your relationship on another level.

“It’s good to see you too, Merula. – you started, filling your plate up quickly with some random appetizers – Are you enjoying the party? I guess you are. Well, at least, now. I’m pretty sure were bored… Eager to see me, weren’t you?” you teased her back, flashing a lovely smile at your former rival.

The purple-eyed witch grinned and took a sip of her butterbeer “Woah, guess what, you might be right for once! This music is revolting. It’s hurting my ears. Is that the obnoxious genre muggles listen to? Because, honestly, it sucks” she blurted out, the tone of her voice dripping sarcasm and annoyance.

You giggled, gesturing for her to take a seat with you and share your food “Well, I have already asked Ben to switch it up at some point. Let’s just enjoy food and the fact that we are no longer at each others throats, shall we?” you joked, earning a side-eye from your crush. You were glad she had decided to come too. You did not get to see her much during summer and you were truly longing for more contact with her. You craved her presence. You cared about Merula, about your bond, even after everything she had put your through durimg your first years at Hogwarts.

“I heard that sharing food is something people do not particularly like to do, unless they actually care about someone… Should I feel flattered?” the brunette noted, slumping down into the soft, red couch in the corner of your friend’s living room.

You chuckled and took a small bite of a sandwitch “Yeah, you definitely should. I tend not to share” you mumbled casually, glacing briefly at her. She smirked and winked at you, a faint blush tinging her cheeks of a dark shade of red “Really? That sounds good. I don’t share either, keep that in mind” she said, emphasizing the negative of her sentence.

Your lips parted, as you frowned and started processing the meaning of her flirtatious actions and the coquettish words that had fallen from her lips. You were about to say something, when your own words resounded in your head and your breath itched. You had not realized how indefinite and equivocal your words had been until she had boldly decided to give them a meaning you actually did not mind her choosing.

“What’s wrong with you? I haven’t jinxed you, have I?” she joked, snapping you out of your stream of consciousness.

You shook your head and grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly “It’s okay, I guess. – you paused, your eyes softening as your gaze trailed up to her face – It’s just… Uhm, you know, I have missed you” you confessed, clearing your throat in nervousness. She looked gorgeous, as she had always been. You had grown up together, you had blossomed into two beautiful, indipendent and strong witches. Maybe two stubborn witches.

Merula stared at you, her gaze lingering on your hand holding her one. It felt good. She was not used to kindness and affection. She was not used to love. She had only experienced it with you and she would have been a liar, if she had said she had not missed you, missed the sneaky glances and the hugs you shared, or the way you always had her back. She was in love with you and it was frightening. You were her greatest weakness.

“Did you?” she whispered, her rough tone long forgotten as she gulped down nervously.

You sighed, your grip on her hand softening “Quite terribly, truth to be told” you murmured, searching for her eyes. Did she feel what you did? She had flirted with you, even though she was not aware of your real intentions. She was not slapping your hand away and she had not left the party, that was true, indeed. Still, why nor you, neither her did not take their chances to make the next step?

A drink, you needed a drink.

“I’ll be right back, alright? I need something refreshing to drink” you declared then, letting gently go of her hand as you stood up.

You glanced over your shoulder, before leaving, spotting Merula staring up at you with a thin-lipped smile and rounded eyes boring holes in your back. Was she panicking? However, you did not investigate her expression further and walked over the hall to get yourself a glass of water.

Were you just feeling too much love for her that you had ended up allucinating things?

It was just when you had reached the middle of the room, among a crowd of people attempting to dance, that you heard her calling out your name. You stopped in your tracks, turning around slowly to face your interlocutor. She was standing a few feet away from you, her hands gripping her black skirt, clenching the fabric carelessly, and her eyes were sparkling in joy.

“I was thinking that, yes, I hate muggle music. But I have been listening to it for two hours straight now, even before you joined the party. – she began, taking a step towards you – It seems like Copper likes ‘love songs’ and… Bloody hell, what I am trying to say is that I’ve had enough time to think about you and about us. I like you a lot, okay? Those stupid songs have helped me to realise that I no longer want to spend my days dreaming about us. I want us to be a thing. We can have what other people have too” she quipped out, dropping her mask and swallowing her pride.

You were speechless, your head was spinning and all you could focus on was her, in the middle of the room, sorrounded by dozens of murmuring people. Merula Snyde hated talking about feelings, especially when it was her feeling she was talking about. She had changed. Something had changed between you two.

“Merula…” you breathed out, timidly approaching her. Nothing mattered anymore. Your vision was blurry, except for her face.

She rubbed the back of her neck in distress, her eyes daggers on your friends waiting for your next move “Could you stop staring, you freaks?!” she barked out, earning a heartfelt laughter from you. Mere inches were now standing between you two. You had never been this close before, at least, not with your heart racing into your chest and a wide smile curling your lips. You had never been happier.

“I hate muggle music too” you just said, making her smile weakly. In your peripheral, you saw Ben rolling his eyes at your statement and you chuckled. Merula rarely smiled, yet you loved when she let herself care and feel something.

“Wanna give your friends something to talk about for weeks? Because, you know, a wonderful idea has just popped in my mind and you should trust the most powerful witch–…” you cut her off, but not the way you did when you used to be kids fighting over childish stuff. You did it the way ‘adults did’, just like you two were in a movie. Your lips were dancing over hers, eliciting a gasp from that rogue of a witch you had fallen madly in love with.

Your bravery had once again made you take the leap. She smiled against your lips, her chapped ones moving in sync with yours and her unexperienced fingers running through your hair. Although you were keeping your eyes shut, you felt people’s gaze on you.

However, not only you were used to the feeling of being on the spotlight, but unlike the other occasions you felt oddly comfortable in being the center of people’s attention this time. You were not alone. You were celebrating love, a pure feeling generating happiness. There were no monsters to fight back, no curses to break or dark wizards to defeat: it was just Merula and you and a warm feeling enveloping your stomach.

When you finally parted, you took a deep breath and pressed your forehead against her one. She was panting too, her cheeks rosy and she smiled at you oh so brightly.

“I love you, L/N” she breathed out. Your heart skipped a beat and a tear fell from your lashes as you nodded and pecked her lips once again.

“It took you long enough, Merula”.

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