Written by -CHEWIE-

⌒➴。NOTES:

• Requested by @psychotic_z
• Akaza X Reader
• Female reader
• Fluff to (mainly) angst
• Manga/movie spoilers
• 3rd POV

—Note(s): I pulled out my manga for this yall better be thankful

HANABI
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Nights between (Y/N) and Akaza were peaceful. Despite how exciting a forbidden relationship might sound between two people, sneaking out every night and skipping through missions seemed more troubling sometimes more than anything.

Anything that had anything to do with secrecy was usually illegal inside the Demon Slayer Corps, especially with any kind of demons. The intimate relationship between Akaza and (Y/N) was sketchy to say the least, sneaking out at night for midnight kisses or words of longing. (Y/N) already came from a family that had been completely slaughtered by the likes of demons, she killed them for a literal job. Not to mention it was upper moon three. It crossed her mind more than she could count that Akaza could be using her. A part of her didn't care.

"You seem troubled, did you get back from a tough mission?" Akaza's sweet voice made way to your ears.

The moon was in the middle of sky, the two of them were laying in the center of a clearing. Bathing in moonlight.

(Y/N) sighed, "Not exactly... I'm just thinking," her gaze was fixated on the sky above them.

Upper moon three let out an exaggerated groan, "You're always thinking! You overthink too much for your own good sometimes, just enjoy the moment without stress! I'm here after all."

A smile made its way to (Y/N)'s lips, but the feeling of sinking hadn't vanished. Perhaps it was her instinct telling her to run away. Akaza would rant about his fellow demon ranks, but never had he once spoken about their king. The both of them were sure that Kibitsuji knew about their get togethers, it's impossible to hide anything from him. He would tell (Y/N) about the extraordinary world of being a demon and immortality, but how (Y/N) would have the chance to fall in love with him all over again as a demon. Demon's weren't allowed to love, the soft fluffy feeling and the suffocating warmth of love was completely illegal. Akaza promised his beloved how he'd turn her into a demon once she had reached past her prime, therefore he could stop the aging before it got too drastic.

(Y/N) would entertain his thoughts and ideas because she was in love with him, and his voice.

Akaza was immortal, he had all the time in the world to do whatever and to entertain whatever weird ideas and missions his king may have for him. Instead of hunting Hashira, he spent his time basking in the presence of a soft hearted human he fell in love with. He doesn't understand love, at least he likes to think he doesn't. He Isn't allowed to love, but he can't control his racing heart once (Y/N)'s lips meet his.

"It looks as if the moon is setting, it hurts me to see you leave, but I have a feeling we'll see each other soon enough." Akaza spoke, his eyes lingering on the light shade of the sky.

The human girl nodded and waved him off as he ran off, as he left the stirring in her stomach seemed to disappear. But so did the feeling of warmth she so desperately longed for.

After a few minutes of still laying in the grass, reluctantly she stood up and went the opposite direction she saw her lover run to.

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"Delicious!"

"Delicious?"

"Delicious!"

Rengoku Kyojuro, or rather the Flame Hashira was probably the most eccentric demon slayer (Y/N) had ever met in her journeys. She wasn't a hashira herself, she was a Kinoto— a lower rank. Therefore, she'd never been on another mission with another hashira or even a group of people. Three other lower rank demon slayers were to be meeting her and Rengoku here, she had gotten there just plain early.

A demon slayer with burnt burgundy hair sat across from her, "There's a demon in this box?" (Y/N) asked, pointing at the wooden crate set next to her.

Tanjiro Kamado, the demon slayer in question, was more than happy to explain his situation to her. Waving his hands in an animated manner as he told his story, keeping her attention fixated on him. Before anybody could even begin to process what was happening, they were already unconscious. Everything faded away so quickly as (Y/N)'s eyelids had started to feel unbelievably heavy. Before she or her comrades knew it they were fast asleep.

Everything felt like a haze, but she had never dreamed so vividly before. Akaza and (Y/N)'s hands were intertwined as the loud beat of the fireworks painted the sky. The demon always had a fascination with fireworks, a nostalgic feeling pulling at his heart. Every year he could, he would go back to the fireworks he loved so dearly, seeing it light up his beloved's features.

Summer was his favorite time of the year, no matter how many centuries he's had to live through. He's always been drawn to the festivals, and the colorful works of art in the sky. Akaza had no idea why this warmth filled his chest whenever the hues reached his eyes. His heart and stomach swelling with a longing feeling...

(Y/N) and Akaza were sitting on a cliff, far above the chattering of other humans celebrating their summer festival below. Silence filled both of their presence, but not stiff or unwelcome. The booming of the fireworks and the quiet 'ahh' and 'ohh' that would escape from Akaza's mouth under his breath. His eyes were wide like a child. However, something felt off about the serenity.

Despite how hard she always tried to ignore it, there was always a menacing presence that radiated from Akaza. It wasn't present at all, and it made (Y/N)'s nerves go wild.

Something was missing.

Missing..?

A feeling of dread sunk into (Y/N)'s stomach as the sparks in the sky had distorted, her vision going temporarily blurry adjusting to the new shapes and colors. Before her eyes could adjust, the sky remained blank before lighting up with more fireworks.

"Did you see that?" (Y/N) asked- suspicion evident in her tone. She leans on her lover's shoulder to catch his attention.

The demon shook his head, "No?"

(Y/N) shook it off as a play to the brain or a trick inside her mind. The feeling of dread never left her stomach, her instincts and adrenaline begging her body to move and to run.

Run from what? What was so dangerous?

Despite the desperate calls from her nervous system and her aching head, she remained still, eyes still fixated on the colorful night sky.

Wake up...

Wake up..?

Wake up from what?

A rush of adrenaline came to (Y/N) as memory flooded inside her brain... She was no longer sleeping upright where she left herself. Groaning out loud as she felt a pressure crushing her legs completely, an entire train was on top of her lower half. (Y/N) could feel her pelvic bone slowly crushed against the ground, her muscles constantly flexing in hope to alleviate the pressure against her bones.

"(Y/N)! You're alive!" Rengoku Kyojuro's voice rang inside her ears, "We got worried for a second since you didn't wake when we burned your ropes! I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I'll lift the train as much as I can. Can you still move your legs?"

(Y/N) had looked up to him with wide eyes, he didn't have a speck of dirt on him. She nodded softly. Rengoku squatted down where the car came off the ground, letting out a grunt as he lifted it a good three inches. (Y/N) squirmed out the moment her bones were lifted from being pressed into the dirt below, feeling the broken shards of her calves grinding together as she moved.

"I didn't mean for you to get crushed, I'm really sorry you had to hurt because of my lack of concentration, please forgive me for your injuries," Rengoku interrupted her before she could rebuttal, "I will buy you lunch when we get out of here!"

She sat up, leaning on the car to support her weight, "You don't have to do anything, I should have woken up way sooner and helped you all out. I should be the one saying sorry."

A loud explosion interrupted both of their thoughts entirely, the same menacing demon presence filled (Y/N)'s veins. As soon as the dust cleared her worst nightmare was here and in the flesh.

Akaza was present and he had the intent to kill.

The Hashira and Akaza were engaged in some sort of conversation, but it was short lived when Rengoku tried to strike him.

(Y/N)'s heart stopped beating in her chest, dread overwhelming her system. Within the blink of an eye there was a standoff between the Flame Hashira and the upper rank demon. She'd never felt more of a stomach ache. As the flames arose from the Hashira's katana, she couldn't help tears slipping down onto her cheeks.

Within the dust the both had kicked up, the most she and the others could see was the indistant shine of Rengoku's katana hitting the fleeting moonlight. Tanjiro and Inosuke had their swords in hand, waiting for some kind of opening to jump into battle.

Destructive Death: Compass Needle!

The silhouette of a snowflake with kanji spread on it erupted from Akaza's feet before launching Akaza forward. Rengoku deflected it with the side of his sword, the movement of their bodies kicking up dirt into the air again. Hiding their bodies with the brown dust, you heard a yell.

"Your fighting is almost perfect, your spirit absolutely flawless! Why would you ever want to stay in that weak shell of a human body?! You have so much more potential as a demon! Kyojuro why?!" Akaza yelled over the flurry of fists and strikes.

Rengoku huffed, ignoring his protests for a moment before replying, "Growing old and dying the true beauty of the human you've got it mixed! The fleeting life of a human gives us meaning and purpose!"

As the two shouted back and forth, (Y/N) could see the brief glow upon the horizon of the rising sun. Panic filled her body, she knew what her duty was. She had been completely useless the entire fight and now she had a purpose, Rengoku was one of the strongest demon slayers and he could only continue to grow and pass those strong genes on. (Y/N) was in love with a demon and could bear him no offspring, no strong children to give.

She knew what purpose she served in this moment. Despite her aching bones, and internal bleeding she forced herself to stand. All the speech between the men completely blurred, all (Y/N) could hear was her pounding heartbeat inside her eardrums. Gritting her teeth, she stuck her foot out into Rengoku's side and propelled him a good meter away from where he originally was. There was no possible way for her to dodge her lover rocketing towards her, before she could even exhale his fist broke through her stomach.

At first Akaza thought he was hallucinating until he smelled his dear lover's perfume, the floral sunny smell he loved so dearly. The dirt settled around the both of them, breathless and in shock he muttered his lover's name.

His worst nightmare, his worst thought had happened right in front of his eyes.

"...(Y/N)..?"

Soft and delicate (Y/N) wrapped her hands around his upper arm, trying her best to smile at him. The taste of iron invading her mouth.

"The sun is coming, leave me."

Before the demon could protest or try and find a solution to heal her, (Y/N) was already pulling his arm out of his body. Akaza could never dream of hurting his beloved on purpose, but the fact that he was the cause of her death made his legs want to give out. The horizon glowed, the morning sun beginning to peek over the hills. Upper moon 3 slid his arm out, covered in her blood. Watching her fall to the floor, the two younger demon slayers behind them protesting loudly. Desperately swinging their weapons pathetically trying to kill the demon. As soon as Akaza's skin began to burn his legs began moving on instinct, into the dark thicket of woods. He was crying, he couldn't even remember the last time he had ever cried.

If being a demon meant that he had to see his only loved one, the woman he held such regard and love for needed to die. Then he was having second thoughts about being a demon.

By the time Akaza had begun to flee, (Y/N) was already dead on the ground.

A soft smile plastered on her face.

"I wish to see the fireworks with you in another life."

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Written by -CHEWIE-

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