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Just random Oneshots, Drables, and Imagines of DemonSlayer characters <3
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Muzan stared at you intently as you gently washed him, carefully rubbing his skin with a sponge, the suds being lathered on his body as you rinsed the soap off of him. He smiled as you dressed him in his intricate black kimono. "Muzan-sama, would you like me to help dry your hair?" Your sweet voice called out to him. Nodding you helped him to his room.
After drying and combing his hair, he was laid to rest per his doctor's request. Having you sit next to him, he grabbed your hand nuzzling his cheek into it. You were his one and only personal maid, your mother being a servant her self raised you to be loyal to the Muzan family, being the midwife and maid to Muzan's mother herself. Muzan found himself falling deeply in love with you. How could he not? You were so genuinely sweet and cared for him, seeing you as the most ethereal and perfect woman. With enough convincing he was able to make his family agree to marry you. Seeing as their son was weak and mostly likely to die early, they let him do as he please to make him the happiest he could be in his short life.
You sat beside Muzan's bedside, his doctor checking on his weakening physical condition. He was getting more and more frustrated at the doctor, his promise of him getting better wasn't making him feel better. He just wanted to finally be able to live a normal life with you, have children, grow old together, not you having to take care of him like this until he dies. You sensed his anger and reached out to comfort him by holding his big hand in both yours. "Muzan-sama, I have been developing a cure with a miraculous plant, I'm sure of it this time!" The man pulled out a glass bottle out of his bag, handing it to you and giving you instructions to drop 3 drops into his normal tea when the sun began to rise, to feed him food rich in iron like red meats and to keep him from straining himself too much. You nodded, walking the doctor out as the appointment eventually ended.
You came back to his side. Pulling his blankets over his body as you leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Muzan-sama. You should rest. I'll make sure to have a meal prepared for when you wake up." Smiling he brought his hand up to caress your cheek. "Darling, please stay with me." He said, more like demanded as you laid beside him obediently, his arms wrapping around you as he rested his head on your chest, sighing in relief as your warmth radiated off of you, warming his cold skin. You both relished in the sweet moment, although it happened quite a a lot, it still made butterflies flutter in your stomach whenever he was touchy with you.
For the next 8 months you've been diligently giving your husband his medication, making sure to follow the instructions the doctor gave the exact way it was told to be given, without fail. His condition did get better after the first 3 weeks but since then his condition had plateaued, and recently getting worse.
Propping Muzan up as he continued to violently cough, some blood spluttering all over the sheets and his kimono. Wiping the blood away with a damp washcloth you called for his doctor. You couldn't help but cry as his condition got worse and at one point he needed to be resuscitated. Sighing a deep breath of relief when his heat started to beat again. The moment his condition was stable you sat next to him, his face and lips deathly pale and cheeks sunken in from him not being able to keep food down. You genuinely had thought you would end up a widow soon. It became an almost every day occurrence, for Muzan to be in a deep slumber as you sat by his side, helplessly. But one day when you were giving him a sponge bath he began to stir, and eventually his eyes opened, but something seemed off... His usual dark eyes have become a crimson color. "Muzan-sama, you're finally awake! Thank God." Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed happy tears. He shockingly stood up, making you wonder if this was just a dream. His arms wrapped around you as the first thing he did was to kiss you. Shockingly you stood there, not nothing what to say. With all the commotion happening a maid was sent out to call his physician. Standing there you saw as his whole demeanor changed when his doctor.
He went totally livid as he charged at his doctor with unhuman strength, crushing the man's head with one hand. Your elation suddenly morphed into fear and shock you covered your mouth as Muzan turned his gaze back to you his pupils dilating as he came back to approach you. You merely flinched, covering your your face with your arms. As things moved faster than you can comprehend, you were lifted into his arms as if you weighed nothing. He gently held you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
He was finally able to spend eternity with the love of his life by his side. He could finally be a husband that you deserved.
