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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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮
The grass had never been greener.
As you trailed along the ground, your arm stayed tightly linked to Muzan's. Your head was up against his shoulder as the two of you walked.
You didn't know exactly where he was taking you but the air was warm and the feeling of his skin against yours was comforting.
Muzan was rather quiet, he wasn't really saying much of anything but when you looked up to see his expression it was relaxed.
You smiled a bit.
You quite liked the silence. You loved your child with all your heart, but this silence was something you had longed for, for such a long time.
Looking up at your husband, you kissed his cheek softly. He looked down at you curiously before softly reciprocating.
You finally decided to speak, "So where are you taking me?"
His gaze trailed down to meet yours, "If I tell you, it'll spoil it."
You looked at him skeptically.
He smirked.
"Trust me (Y/N). I know you well enough...you'll like it."
His words left you curious. The scenery around you did look awfully familiar. You were walking up a hill, there was a strong wind surging through the area, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you had been here before.
You stood at the peak of a hill, your eyes looking down when it finally clicked.
"Is this... where we saw the fireworks?"
"I thought you would recognize it quicker, " he spoke matter-of-factly.
You blinked. You had almost forgotten about this place completely. You remembered that long ago when you were human he had promised to bring you back here. He had asked you to be his demon queen.
You looked up at him, "You certainly don't forget things do you? I'm surprised you remembered."
"Of course I did," he expressed, his hand slowly making it toward your cheek.
"You mean you're not going to force me to go home like last time?"
Muzan scoffed at the suggestion, " I did not force you to go home. You were sick."
You extended your arms around his torso, "Well I'm not sick anymore."
He looked down at you.
He appreciated your warmth.
"Can we sit?"
Muzan was hesitant.
You pulled on his arm suggestingly, and he complied sitting beside you as you stared up. It was unfortunate. You wouldn't be able to stay here long. You wished Muzan had come a bit earlier in the night...dawn would be here soon.
