"𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨".
A collection of one-shots, starring the Kimetsu No Yaiba characters. Walk through the rooms of the Infinity Fortress and search for the Alternative Universe you would love to experience.
This collection contai...
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YOUR FANGS HAVE NEVER SCARED ME.
STARRING: Akaza x f!reader.
WARNINGS: mostly fluff, slight violence.
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'.
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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 the 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.
