𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝I can teach you more than you think, (Y/N). Do you want me to show you? ❞
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(y/n) is a seamstress who's lived in her own bubble for a long time. she keeps to herself but still manages to develop a crush on one of her cli...
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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝔁
It took two days for things to go from bad to terrible.
Your persistent words of denial only contrasted how terrible you became as the days passed.
You began to cough up blood just a few hours after you had told Muzan everything would be fine. You had fainted twice in the last day. Now you were beginning to lose movement in your limbs, you could hardly feel your legs anymore.
You didn't know quite what was happening and yet, the brave face you had decided to wear hadn't faded in the least. You sat in bed rushing to complete a suit you had been making for the last month. You had been working on it off and on but something told you that if you wanted to finish it now, you'd have to rush.
Your health was deteriorating.
Your hands carefully sewed through the seams as you sat straight.
In this moment, you wouldn't allow yourself to become frazzled.
There was no point in freaking out. It would only make the situation worse.
Chiyo, however, was more than frazzled. She was almost hyperventilating.
Lord Muzan had planned to only step foot in the manor a week after his previous visit to you two days ago but upon her urgent request for him to come back to the manor he found himself entering the mansion five days earlier than expected.
"What is it?"
The woman was bowed at his feet, her eyes concentrated on the ground as the tension filled the room. She could feel herself sweating, her chest in pain from the intense thumping.
"Lord Muzan," she spoke.
Muzan was not happy. His plans were being disrupted. He would kill the demon if her reasoning was lacklustre.
"It's (Y/N), her condition-,"
"What about it?"
The words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat but her thoughts were crystal clear.
His eyes widened.
"Move."
She didn't hesitate.
The walk to your room never felt farther. With each step the worry of seeing your lifeless body on a bed wreaked havoc in Muzan. His rapid pace through the hallways was necessary and he realized Chiyo was useless.
She was no longer adequate in taking care of you.
He wondered if he should dispose of her but before he could make the decision he had arrived at your room.
He opened the door closing it promptly behind him and looked forward.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
What had happened to you?
When had you become so...small?
You seemed to have lost significant weight. Your eyes had bags under them, your hands looked weak and bony, your body seemed to be in extreme distress.
He had left for only two days. Two days, and this was how terrible you had become?
"(Y/N)," his voice rang out to you.
You looked up at him watching him walk deeper into your room.
"Muzan," you replied softly.
Your eyes were calm. He didn't know why. If anything, he expected you to be frantic.
His eyes looked down to see you sewing.
The amount of anger that filled him could not be expressed with words.
He immediately took your work from your hands and placed it out of reach.
"Wait I was working on that-,"
"Is that important right now?"
You stopped talking.
He was mad, wasn't he?
You knew it was wrong for you to be working...still, you couldn't help it.
You avoided his gaze but then was stunned when you felt his arms engulf you. Your eyes widened. He squeezed you, his head resting on your shoulder as he held on to you for dear life.
"Muzan-,"
"Don't speak."
The warmth from his body was comforting. Your hands wrapped weakly around his neck as you took a deep breath in. You couldn't help but hold him back, your hands tightly embracing him.
"Who told you to become like this?"
You grimaced at his words, "I'm sorry."
He was silent a moment before he pulled away. His hand drew along your cheek solemnly. His hand made its way to the bottom of your chin, pushing it up lightly.
"(Y/N)."
"Yes?"
"Become a demon."
"..."
You hesitated a moment.
"Are you still against the idea?"
You shook your head, "Not particularly."
"..."
In the battle between red and blue, red had won a long time ago. There was no reason for you not to. The man you loved had made it clear he didn't want to be without you.
You already knew that if you did pass away Muzan would go on to live forever and you would become a fragment of his memory. You hated the thought of it. You wanted to stay with him. You wanted to be by his side.
"If it means I can be with you...I'll become a demon."
Muzan could still sense reluctance in your voice, but with every passing moment, the certainty in your eyes seemed to grow.
A part of him did understand your hesitance. When he had become a demon, he lost things he had already had no interest in maintaining, parts of his emotions had already chipped off and so losing the life he once had meant nothing to him.
On the other hand, someone like you was quite the opposite.
Even so, the thought of losing you scared him much more than any of his reasoning and his selfishness in wanting you wouldn't allow him to let you go.
"It's okay, Muzan. Make me a demon."
He had never imagined it.
He had never imagined you saying those words but now that he heard them there was no reason to hesitate.
He would make it happen.
He laid you upon him, squeezing you softly. He kissed your cheek.
His nail extending through your flesh, and him granting just the smallest bit of blood.
It went smoothly-even though your weak body caused you to pass out seconds later.
Checking your pulse, Muzan could tell you were alright. Your transition was occurring.
He would have to wait to see results, but as his hands wrapped around you he knew you were safe-and there was no greater feeling.
