"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.
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HEATWAVE.
Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader;
Format: drabble;
Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, modern au, married couple dynamics, human!muzan, jealousy, lovesick Muzan;
Plot: it was that time of the year when you packed your stuff and travelled towards tropical destinations together. Your husband loathed the sun, the heatwaves made him particularly grumpy, especially since you wore such scandalous bikinis. However, you were too beautiful for him not to lavish. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
The crystal water sparkled under the blood orange sky, the colorful lanterns around the dock and the sun disappearing behind the horizon setting off the ocean, twinkling like a starry night sky. The waves embraced the shore steadily, the cry of some seagulls in the distance cutting the sultry air of the summer evening, as you twirled around the beach barefoot.
Your laughter, the way you smiled lazily and ran your fingers through your hair to draw back a cowlick tickling your nose made it hard for him to display his perpetually grumpy face. Instead, his hand reached for his phone in the pocket of his white capri pants. He was definitely not a beach person and he hated summer with every melocule of his body, but you made that nauseating season more bearable, almost pleasant, if he had to be completely honest.
You were not paying attention to him, leading the way to your hotel instead as your bright eyes soaked in the spectacular landscape around you. Another one, he just needed to take one more picture of you.
You did not have to know.
Right, you could just go on with your walk and bless his eyes with the vision of your smile and your body, of the way the bikini you had bought complimented your curves, 'much to his dismay'. All you had to do was live and he was happy to contemplate you, without disrupting that moment of peace.
The click of the camera broke the spell. You blinked skeptically, head turning towards Muzan in confusion "Huh? Did you take a picture of me?" you asked him, stopping in your tracks as he cussed under his breath.
Mission accomplished, but he had been caught.
"What makes you think I did? Maybe I just liked the sunset" he replied smoothly, quick to shove his phone back into his pocket, out of your reach.
You chuckled, shoulders slacking "Really? I did not know you were into photography. Show me" you chirped out, but he avoided your gaze and huffed.
He had been caught red-handed and now there was no way in Hell he was going to accept his fate and admit you were right. He loved taking pictures of you, he liked to scroll through his photo gallery and relax at the sight of your pretty face, most of the time inattetive, as Kokushibo drove him yet to another tiring meeting with a group of white-collars spluttering nonsense about economic strategies supposedly benefitting the Country.
Muzan looked up at the sky, hands into his pockets "I needed a new lockscreen" he finally asserted, watching you stroll back towards him in glee, sandals in your hands flopping together with your giddy shamble.
"Ah, I knew it! — you gloated, stopping right in front of you, smirking — If you wanted me to pose for you, all you had to do was ask for it" you said, tossing your shoes onto the sand and leisurely swinging your arms around his shoulders.
Muzan dipped his head towards you, pointy nose brushing against yours "You don't need to pose to look good" he stated, voice lowering and taking a tender edge only you had ever had the pleasure to see.
He could be cold-blooded, unphased, a calculator but he never once lied to you. He never let you down, he never shut you out. You had the privilege to love and be loved by him, there was no way in Hell he was going to admit you had stolen his heart.
With a kiss, you melted in his arm. Your mouth sealed with his, your breaths mingling as you were teleported into your own little world for a few seconds. At least, until a crab stapled to Muzan's toe and he groaned out in sheer irritation.
"Useless creature from Hell" he hissed, swatting it away as you bursted out laughing, your gasps and laughter warming his heart.
