₊ ᘐ ꒰my messy akaza related writing! ₊˚ ・

⊹𓂃 hopeful ·。₊੭

☆﹕❀﹒welcome to a new chapter~!

﹒category ﹒ıllı﹢= fluff
→characters﹐⿴﹒= western au! akaza x modern! y/n
ᶻz notes﹒♡﹐= i'm sorry this isnt what i said in the last chapter BUT INSPO STRUCK AT 1AM?? :sob:
listen the below while reading!!! (not compulsory but upgrades the experience 10000x)
this was also my inspiration

⊹𓂃 let's start! ·。₊੭

You're not in your fluffy pajamas anymore.

instead, an elegant, lace adorned dress wraps around your waist. you twirl in wonder: the silk loosely flies in the air, yet it's perfectly snug and form-fitting.

blinking in surprise, you lift the layers of your dress to suddenly notice you're barefooted. cool, smooth marble stretches out from beneath your feet. looking up, you scan your surroundings.

you're in an enormous ballroom, gold-painted ceilings reaching up miles above you. the only light seeming to illuminate the place comes from tall, pointed windows that let the silver moonlight pour in, cold and enchanting. the last thing you notice is that it's completely empty. everything is alluringly beautiful. the soft fabric of your dress slips from your fingers.

smiling, you skip- almost leaping- forward, arms stretched out to feel the velvety night air pass by your skin.

you're certain you're completely alone. The place felt desolate, even though it looked so well cleaned.

so why does it feel like you're waiting for someone?

·。next.. ₊੭

it had felt peaceful, walking in the streets without anyone to accompany him. he let out a sigh of relief, glad to be away from the relentless carnage for once.

he gazed at the deserted streets before him, before walking around the corner and reaching a mesmerizingly beautiful establishment that stood where the streets ended. it's roofs towered above everything else, seemingly touching the pitch-black sky who's colour matched with his razor-sharp suit coat.

he tilted his head up, as if contemplating whether to enter. almost immediately, a gentle wind passed by, sweeping his hair in the direction of the structure, as if to encourage him to step inside.

·。next.. ₊੭

you hear the front doors creak open, revealing a man so captivating you paused in your dancing to yourself.

'hi', you whisper softly.

he continues to step forward, each tap of his shoes echoing all around you. he finally stops in the middle of the room, as if waiting for something.

Heart thumping weirdly, you run forward to greet him, placing your hands into his strangely blue-tipped ones. 'I'm Y/n, have we met?' You don't know why, but it just felt right.

his gaze seems to look past you, before settling on your face. His lips turn up. 'akaza. I don't believe so, yet your presence feels familiarly comforting. Almost as if in a dream!' he laughs, a beautiful sound filling your ears.

your lips part, ears even warming at this man you barely knew.

slowly, he interlocks his fingers with yours. 'May I have this dance?'

you look to the side silently, unable to face him under the embarrassment of your rose dusted cheeks. 'Of course-we're in a ballroom, with all the time in the world, after all.'

a small, affirmative hum, before his steady hands move to your waist, and your light ones to his shoulder. he then starts to move the both of you in a sequence you knew all too well, to the waltz only the two of you could hear.

Along with the step of your feet, memories of playfully dancing and giggling with your parents surface, along with old lessons.

Another memory, where you and a childhood sweetheart were pressed in a rather intimate hold behind curtains, where they had whispered sweet words into your ear.

The one where your heart had first tugged for. Well, that was nothing compared to the enthralling feeling of your chest blooming and opening up right now. the heart which he had already ensnared with a single look, tilt of his head. you had met him just moments before, but they felt like long decades by now.

your mind wandered back to the graceful movements he was guiding you through to the strings of a violin, the ends of your dress sweeping the floor and tickling tips of your feet. Flashing you the brightest grin you'd ever seen, he spun you around. you glanced at the mirror on the opposite wall- in which a young woman with h/c hair spilling down her shoulders, clad in a white floor-length gown was held by an equally entrancing man. The scene was so beautiful it seemed almost otherworldly- place a pair of wings on your back and deepen the black in his outfit and you could be recognized as an angel and demon.

you had changed positions by now, into one his face was bathed in moonlight. you couldn't help but stare at his curiously bright pink hair, and his bizarrely marked eyes that seemed to glow at you. nothing you had seen looked like it.

His hair looked soft, so you let your hand stray to the back of his neck to play with the hair there. He paused for a moment, the both of you stilling. However, the piano continued. 'something curiously interesting- you seem like you're not entirely here, darling. Why's that?' Tenderness, you noted with a smile, had become present in his words.

you open your mouth to speak- nothing comes out at first. 'I don't know..' your voice comes out breathy, so full of wonder.

..

wait.

what was it you didn't know again?

the ballroom slips away.

your eyes were closed, so you opened them to find yourself back in your bed. The lightness you had felt seconds before was replaced by grogginess.

It was a dream, you found yourself thinking in disappointment. You felt like the dream was important to you- but for the life of you, you couldn't remember. You sigh in frustration, and dragged your reluctant body out of bed.

It was still nighttime, you noted, as you put on your slippers to walk to your balcony. The sky was already lightening- cyan could be seen tinting the edges of the horizon.

A chill ran down your spine as you felt a presence drop down behind you. You could do nothing but freeze up, before his warm touch met your palms.

'I've finally found you again, y/n.' his breath caressed your ear, chin placed on your shoulders. 

·。end! ₊ıllı. ੭

ok but this was honestly so fun to write

the plot probably seems confusing, so i'll explain it here

(spoiler, it doesn't make any sense, nor is it remotely canon or realistic):

-demon slayer is in some western country instead of japan for plot reasons, or akaza traveled to the western country temporarily.

-you travel back in time in a dream (we don't question the how), and meet akaza. Details in the admittedly subpar writing above.

-he continues to spend the rest of his life searching for you, even though you haven't existed yet. (sad. angst. ) He doesn't give up for plot reasons.

-muzan: i'm pretty sure she isn't the blue spider lily, akaza. 

-he survives fight against demon slayers for plot reasons.

-demons are immortal, so he keeps finding you into the modern era.

-after like hundreds of years into the future he meets you, who had just woken up from the dream. (we don't talk abt the age gap hehe he's super hot either way)

⊹𓂃 see you next time! ·。₊੭