if requests are open can i request a story for muzan? ^_^
like a female s/o being tired of being kept in their shared house and leaves and muzan is panicking bc he cant find her
The marriage was arranged, your parents wanting you to experience a happy marriage before you died.
You were used as a cover for him, a sick wife. There would be no way that the demon slayers would look his way.
But, the more he spent with you, how uplifting you were despite your upcoming death.
And he just felt so... Soft for you.
You were so... He didn’t know to explain it….
There was so much about you that he couldn’t help but fall for…
Which means he grew worried for you, he understood what it was like to have an incurable illness.
Which was why, the second you were moved out of your parents home to his…
The only one you could interact with was him, if you wanted something you had to call for him.
He didn’t need the others trying to talk to you or get you even more sick than you already were!
He was working on a cure… Yet they didn’t seek to work… And you were running out of time…
There was another way… But he didn’t want to taint your innocence with his blood…
You smiled softly as you played with your nieces and nephews, you wished to have children of your own…
With this illness… It was impossible… You would die before even getting to your third trimester…
You giggled softly as your nephew reached out to you, just hugging him close as you smiled.
You could only imagine a life where you were healthy and having a family…
Muzak panted softly as he looked at the destroyed room and dead maids around him…
You were gone… You weren’t anywhere to be found…
These useless servants couldn’t keep track of you…
You were no where in sight…
Did you find out his secret?! No… No you wouldn’t…
There was no way you did!
He’d find you if it was the last thing he did…
He finally found you a day later…
He watched as you played with your nieces and nephews, biting his fingernail as he furrowed his brow.
Which is why he did what he had to do…
He watched as you withered in pain, he didn’t want to turn you…
But you would live longer, your illness gone.
He kneeled down as he grabbed your face.
“Shh… shh…” he said to you before he stroked your cheek.
“It’ll help over soon… And you’ll have the live befitting of a queen…”
He would never part ways with you…
It was after all… Death do you part.
