S2 Muzan X MotherReader HIATUS

Blade

Y/n stared at her reflection in the mirror. Gazing right back at her red eyes and pale skin, she huffed.

"I'm really getting tired of this look" she frowned, pulling her bouncy jet black hair back. Watching it ounce on her shoulders as she let's go of it.

"Maybe I should do an albino look. . ." Y/n mumbled, remembering their white hair and red or violet eyes. "They look so cute and attract attention" she giggled.

"Yes, unwanted attention" Muzan chimes in, walking in the room and placing his coat on a chair. "You're getting bored as years pass by, mother" he adds, glancing at her.

"Oh hush, just let your mother do her thing" Y/n grumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"We have to die sometime" she adds, walking away from the mirror and to her closet. "Even if we're immortal" Y/n opens the closet and grabs a scarf. "It doesn't mean we don't die or have a weakness"

Muzan scoffs and looks out the balcony. "What can kill us? We've conquered the sun and all the nichiirin swords have been destroyed, as well as the history and records of demon slayers" said Muzan, his red plum coloured eyes stared at barely visible reflection against the window.

Y/N's lips tugged in a frown as she wrapped the scarf around her neck. "Then how do you explain my maroon squirrel's death, hm?" She asks before turning to him. "Tanjiro died and we don't know what caused it. The curse didn't even activated and you said that his own cells destroyed his body" she hissed angrily, glaring at his back.

". . . Mother, just leave it be. I already lied to the others and just said he did the curse—

"Are you serious?!" Y/n shouts at him. "It's fine if you did that but Zenitsu and Inosuke was there and knows he did not fucking utter your name out loud!" She exclaims angrily and annoyed at her son's excuses.

"Calm down mother-

"I won't fucking calm down, Muzan!" Y/n screams, tugging out her hair in frustration. Just look how laid back he is.

"You know well that Nezuko can't function without Tanjiro!" She groaned. "She's gonna go berserk more!" She continued, remembering how she acted when she lost sight of Tanjiro for a week, it was due to Muzan suddenly giving him a mission our of the blue.

"We can just kill her, mother" Muzan states, closing the balcony door and turning to her. "It's not like she's going to be in any use, after all. As you said, she can't function withoit that brat, why can't we just kill her?" He says, shrugging his shoulders, continuing to walk around the room.

"No! You can't kill her! I wont let you!" Y/n shouts, growling at him.

Muzan shook his head. "Mother, you don't even see her as a fellow and just sees her as your doll. Your make up children" he tells her as he makes his way towards his mother.

"They're disposable, mother" he snarled, glowering down at her before scoffing.

"Besides, you know very well that their affection for you are all fake, right?" smirked Muzan.

Y/N's eyes widen. It felt like her whole world crashed beneath her feet at the statement.

How could she forget?

The fact that her blood art attracts demons to her. The fact that they adored her to the core of their being was all because of her blood art.

She had forgotten all of it. Her forgotten fear before that had diminished slowly flickered to life.

Y/n falls to her knees, she looked shocked yet she knew it was true. She had cherished their adoration so much that the thought of her blood art was buried at the back of her mind.