Hiii, Can You Please Write Another Fic About A Teenage Reader (16-18) And Anybody From Hazbin Hotel.

Hi May I Ask For A Part 2 Of That Scenario, But This Time The Hashiras Where They Ignore Their Father, How Would They Handle Seeing Their Father Crying And Getting Hurt With Them.

An: for some fathers I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker. Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira. Shinobu's is a doctor. Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

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You promised yourself: on last mission with rengoku before you retire

And let me just say... It did not go as planned.

A village had been plaqued with a demon for over 2 years. Just walking around the place was depressing. Especially because it was your home village.

Everyone there was pale and extremely thin. They couldn't stand up for themselves even if they wanted to.

In the village there was an orphanage. 2 adults and 25 children, before the demon but now it's no adults and 7 children.

Most of the kids are under 5. It made you cry seeing your village in the state it was in.

You and kyojuro decided to stay in the orphanage to watch over the children

You couldn't sleep so you decided to walk a walk.

On your walk you couldn't stop the years from flowing. The village you grew up, that was once bursting with life and beauty, was now a land soiled with touch of a demon.

You cried walking past the houses of neighbors deep in thought when you were stuck with a needle in your neck.

Catching yourself as you turn around you quickly clutch your sword but you couldn't. You couldn't move. Why couldn't you move.

The needle. It was laced with poison.

"No need to worry, Y/n. I can take it from here!" Kyojuro's booming voice was heard out of your line of sight as you feel to the ground, passing out.

When you woke up you were laying in a hospital bed with kyojuro in the one next to you.

"Your both idiots."

You and tengen are very competitive

You don't cry but you do get hurt.... Alot

You maybe his father figure but your not to far from his age

Today tengen bet that you couldnt half the training that he does daily

Breathing exercises

Lifting bolders

Sit ups, push ups

And lastly a jog

You lasted way longer that Uzui thought you were going to. You were on the jog as the sun was setting.

(For anyone who has ran a 10k aka 6 miles without stopping, jogging or running the while time. It's exhausting)

"C'mon you can do it. Your almost there." Tengen cheered you on next to you. You shot him a dirty look.

All day he was doing his usual routine without breaking a sweat and teasing you on how you looked so out of breath.

"What that look for I'm trying to help you, old man." You were so tired you codnt even respond. You didn't even feel yourself fall.

When you came to you were in your bed at tengens house with Hina, Makio, and Suma surrounding you.

"You almost made it otosan, unfortunately you collapsed after flipping tengen off." Hina explained helping you sit up.

"Where is tengen?" You asked looking around the room. Hina and Suma looked flushed at the question, Makio on the other hand was mad.

"He was laughing to much, since he thought it was so funny I put him to work.

Sanemi was wreakless

This was common knowledge

Being his caretaker you put it in yourself to watch over him

He had just gotten back from a mission, when Gonna came to talk to him although he didn't have any injuries from the mission, he and genga got into a fight

Sanemi started the fight. You got punched in your face and stomach

You broke it up and sent genga home so you could talk to sanemi in private

"I don't want to see him die." Sanemi said quietly, butting back tears. He walked himself into a corner and sat there.

You clutched your stomach trying your best to walk over to him.

"I know sanemi but you don't have to be violent." You said patting him back.

You both sat there in silence for what felt like hours before he turned around to see you crying.

You were a stern man so seeing you cry was a shock. He hugged you.

You both cried in that corner until it was time to go to bed.

Today started as a peaceful day

You woke obanai for breakfast which you both ate together

You fed Kaburamaru

You spent some time out in the garden with obanai

On days like this it was pure bliss

Obanai took his bandages off

You didn't even know you were crying

"What's wrong? Is it my face?" He asked

"No no it's not you, it's just.... You were so young.

Being a doctor you had to make some pretty rough decisions.

A mother had come in ready for birth but the child was 2 months early, plus the mother had current health problems. Making this birth very painful for her and the child.

The mother begged you to save the child but the father wanted the mother to live.

This wasn't the first time you had dealt with this situation but it is the first time both the mother and the baby died.

The father didn't blame you. The father thanked you for trying your best before leaving.

Shinobu found you outside sitting on the wooden steps.

"Are you alright?" She asked, of course you weren't but asking out if courtesy couldn't hurt. You didn't reply and continued to stare into the distance.

"

As always she didn't mean to hurt you

She came to you crying because she has as mission that's far away and she wouldn't see you for a while.

It was the first time she called you father

It was enough to make a grown man cry

"PAPA!" She cried, running into your kitchen.

"What wrong mitsuri are you hurt." You said while you grabbed her face checking her for cuts. She pulled out of your grasp.

"No I'm fine. I just have a mission way farther than usual. I won't be back for a few months." She hugged you.

"Oh mitsuri." You sang "it's be alright. I'll be right here when you come back. I'll even make your favorites to go with you." You patted her head as she giggled and nodded.

You pushed her out, telling her to come back when she is about to leave.

Standing alone you thought about the interaction.

"She called me papa."

ੈ✩‧₊ SWEET MORNINGS

diluc × gn!reader, fluff, lots of kisses, kaeya jumpscare/j

the sound of kitchen utensils and the sweet aroma of food is what wakes up diluc in the morning. he stretches his body, extending his arms to reach out to touch you and groans when he realizes that you're not with him. reluctantly, he leaves the bed, internally wincing at the way his bones crack as he moves. making his way to the kitchen, he witnesses the sight of you making breakfast in his shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. a faint blush spreads across his cheeks when he sees your bare thighs, realizing that you're not wearing anything underneath his shirt. moving closer, he wraps his arms around you from behind and nuzzles his cheek into your shoulder which makes you chuckle immediately. seeing him act clingy was a sight for sore eyes and you always reveled in it.

"morning luc! and here i was hoping i could suprise you with breakfast in bed today..."

you hear no reply from him, instead you feel him burying his face further into your shoulder to leave feather light kisses on the sensitive skin there. the hand which was wrapped around your waist travels inside the shirt to squeeze your hips gently, making you groan softly. growing more concerned about this sudden behavior, you switch off the stove and turn around to meet his gaze cupping his face in your hands. he immediately leans into your touch as one of his hands raises to cover your own and press it closer to his face.

"are you all right luc? you look so troubled, what's wrong?" he shakes his head and gives you a soft smile "nothing's wrong, i... i just want to kiss you that's all... can i, dear?"

giggles escape your lips as you press yourself closer to your adorable boyfriend and prop your chin on his chest. "of course you can luc, you don't even have to ask..."

diluc wastes no time moving closer to press his lips to your own. needing more, he firmly grabs your waist to hoist you onto the couter, parting your legs with his thigh to stand in between them and continues the kiss with more fervour. when both of your lungs grow hungry for air, he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours and softly brushes his nose against your own.

"i love you... i love you so much dearest" your heart can't help but flutter because of those words again, no matter how many times you've heard it from him. leaning forward, you pepper kisses all over his cheek "i love you more luc"

as you both continue to nuzzle against each other, a familiar presence makes its way into the kitchen and the two of you fail to notice it because you're both obviously focused on something else.

"what do you want captain?"

"seriously? in the kitchen of all places? tsk tsk..."

you abruptly break away from the kiss to see the cavalry captain standing near the door with his hand on his hip and a rather amused look on his face. realizing the incredibly compromising position you were in, you opt to bury your burning face into diluc's shoulder and let out a soft whine. how did he even get in here? diluc protectively tightens his grip on you to hold you firmly to his chest and shoots kaeya an irritated glare.

kaeya props his chin on his palm and lets out a dramatic sigh. "oh i just wanted to wish my brother a pleasant birthday and this is the first thing i lay my eyes on!" a shit eating grin then spreads on his face "is this how you normally treat your guests diluc?"

"get out kaeya"

tags: @leonaism @seelestia @favoniuscodex @aimynx @kaeyaaenthusiast @dilucqwq @tokkishouse @eternal-dokja @cxlrose @kazuuaki @starz222 @randomnatics @fogggy @shiroganekagami (crossed out means i couldn't tag you due to some tumblr issues)

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

my idea for a what if (not a request) for Male Reader x demon Slayer. so Reader is a evolved demon like demons tried experimenting on themselves to become immune to their weaknesses and Reader is the result but he escaped and kills everyone and turns out he can also feed on demons just like humans and turn them into evolved demons like himself and he becomes stronger with every kill and the demon Slayers hear about him and send some to kill him and becomes a one sided slaughter because turns out the experiments made him immune to nearly all demon weaknesses except for the sun so and his rapidly rising up the food chain and becoming a treat to not just the demon Slayers but to muzan as well

if there was a demon reader like that I feel like he would resent everybody. like if anyone got too close, hostile or not he will kill/eat them. He doesn't like demon slayers or demons. If he had the chance he would eat muzan not because he wants the power but because he can. He would build is own army just to spite muzan.

it would've been cool if they had a character like that in the anime.

Hii is it alright if you do headcanons on what Alastor would be like as a father with the reader as his teen daughter?^^

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bro idk why but I imagine Alastor having a moody child (most fics I've written with him are projecting this)

like you hardly ever smile

he tolerates your attitude because he cares for you like his own child but if he ever asks you to do something you better do it

I feel like Alastor would own your soul but just for power

he wouldn't hold it over your head like he does husk

He doesn't mind you hugging him

If you aren't his actual child then you'd had to have known him for a long time to get this close

mostly likely while he was still alive

He makes mental notes of your likes and dislikes

any time your feeling down he will notice and try to make you feel better by either talking or giving small gifts

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art by @ghostly-one

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going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

❝𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

Mizu x Reader - Reader in this fic is of some sort of mixed or foreign descent, but this can also be interpreted as having any trait that would make them a pariah of sorts. Warning, not proofread lol. All spur of the moment.

When you found the blue eyed stranger laying bloody on a lonely street, you took her in. You keep her warm, fed, and with mends on her wounds. Mizu knows well that there are sacrifices to be made on her path. She doesn't know just how much they can sting.

Mizu can't quite pinpoint the most irritating part of the pain. The ache of broken bones, the sting of stabs and slices, the consistent ringing in her head; everything hurts, and she supposes that like every other injury, it's all par for the course. Small price to pay for revenge. She knew she'd have to rest at some point, but she didn't expect to be incapacitated, edging on consciousness for days. Every now and then there's a sensation like coolness on her forehead, or water at her lips.

It's on day three that she becomes lucid enough to realize someone's taking care of her. Her distrustful brain is immediately sounding alarms, but her body can do little to react in such a broken state. Mizu can do nothing but lie silent and weak on this futon, sipping medicines and soups when it's brought to her mouth and being patched, cut for cut, wound for wound.

The first thing she notices about you, her caretaker, is your eyes - eyes brimming with concern and care, eyes that catch every weakness of her flesh and seek to heal. She hears your whispers of "poor thing" and "I'll get you healed up in no time". And being Mizu, her first thought is...

"Why?"

She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but she doesn't rush to take it back. Why are you, a stranger, so willing to take care of her? Why are you expending your resources on a broken thing, a mistake that any other sane person would let rot in the street where they found it?

You only smile at her, and in such a way that makes her heart race. Gentle, patient, tentative. She doesn't like it one bit, the way it pulls at doors she's kept locked for years. Her eyes focus, taking in what you look like as you stand and ready yourself to leave the room.

"I don't need your pity!" She manages to choke out. It has you stopping your tracks.

"It's," she coughs, sputtering on words, "It's because you're just like me, isn't it? You're different. A monster."

The look on your face is one of mild amusement, an eyebrow raised and corners of your lips upturned. She's not sure if it's that or the confidence in your next words that makes her cheeks heat up.

"I am not a monster. Neither are you."

And you're gone, leaving her to deal with the weight you've left in her chest.

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The days turn into weeks, the weeks into months. With so many parts impaired, it'd only make sense that healing would take this long. Most of all, it's your endless patience that surprises Mizu. When she reopens a wound by carelessly trying to train despite your cautions, you're there patching it up. When she expresses her frustration with not being able to take up the sword yet, you're there reassuring her that it'll all be fine in time. You're kind when she's haughty and sarcastic (which makes her feel guilty, and thus even more indignant), and this extends to others as well. She often sees you helping children or neighbors, anyone in need. You're loved in this town.

It makes her a bit irritated, seeing your kindness bestowed on others. At first she thinks it's because she sees weakness in your actions. Then she thinks it's jealousy - why are you, someone who would otherwise be an outcast like herself, so beloved by your town? How come it didn't turn out this way for her? But when she sees you cooking enough for the both of you and the family next door, stirring slowly as the food steams, she thinks to herself, god, she's even patient when she's cooking. And then it hits her.

She is jealous, but not in the way she thought. In the way that yearns for your priority, that seeks to be the only recipient of your sweet manners and loving nature.

It doesn't help that you've grown close, too close for her liking. There have been nights spent in each other's company, saying nothing but gazing at stars. There have been conversations in which you've both laughed, some in which you cried. Mizu's mind can't help but remind her that this isn't safe; the last time she opened her heart up, it returned battered.

But this - you - feel safe. You dedicated nearly three months to healing her body, all the while you had been patching up wounds the eye can't see.

"I'm leaving," she says meekly on a warm evening, the two of you sat in a field of grass overlooking your village. You look to her and she only stares forward. You suppose it's better than her leaving without telling you, but the pain is no lesser because of the thought.

You take a deep breath and exhale before answering, "I had a feeling."

There's a long silence between the two of you. It's your turn to watch the sun setting over the trees as Mizu looks at your expression, the hints of sadness in her eyes.

"Do you... do you really have to? You are welcome here, you know. You'll always have a home here with me."

The words have Mizu choking up and suppressing the sudden and unnerving urge to cry. What you've done to her in three months still astounds her.

"I do. You know I do. I was always going to have to leave."

Mizu is caught by another urge, the urge to take those words back when she sees streams on your cheeks. You sniffle and hiccup, and it's so much less pleasant than your usual smiling disposition. It hurts in the way no blade ever could.

The sun is disappearing, and she wills herself to stand. If she doesn't, she might never go. She turns to leave and you stand as well. She stops in her tracks when you tug on her sleeve. She faces you and you slowly, carefully bring a hand to the side of her cheek. When she doesn't flinch away, you lean in close. Your lips meet in a kiss that conveys words that neither of you have the power to say.

You pull back after a moment, your forehead pressed to hers and your eyes closed. Your voice is quiet, almost inaudible when you say your goodbye.

"Break my heart once by leaving. Do not break it again by dying."

She turns and leaves while your eyes are still closed. You open them to an empty field, your palm still wet with her tears.

Hello! Do you know The Chainsaw Man? Asking info for the request. If no it's okay. 💕

Sadly I don't (◞‸◟ㆀ)ˢᵒʳʳʸ

I like the anime but I don't like it enough to write about it.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ if I read the manga that'll change.

Hi I love the request they made with an S/O that looks like Cruella de Vil, so I could request a scenario where the S/O is like Mother Gothel from Tangled who is extremely concerned about being young and beautiful. How would they react upon learning that their S/O had betrayed the Demon Slayer Corps, and handed over Kagaya's location to Muzan in exchange for eternal beauty and youth?

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ coincidentally I was just thinking of something like this but with genshin

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Rengoku

He would try to get you to understand that you are perfect the way you are you don't need to change anything but you

It's was started when shinjuro called you ugly. A small comment that Kyojuro thought wouldn't bother you b/c of previous interactions with his father

You were a lower rank demon slayer but you knew enough about demons to know that they didn't age and they could change their form to whatever they wanted

You got obsessed with the idea and told rengoku... That didn't go over well. He now had to choose between you or the people, he chose the people

Tengen

It was fun when he would come home to you, Makio, Suma and Hina waiting for him so you all could do a skin routine

You would rub the stress and wrinkles right off of them

You were the oldest wife but you weren't that old. He wished you could see yourself through his eyes

You ran from the house and everyone was in a panic. Soon demons started to come near kagaya's house.

Everyone fought to save them but sadly no one survived

Sanemi

Dead

On the spot

He'll cry while killing you but he has to do it (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)

He can't risk everyone f

Obanai

He knew which path you were going down

How could he not, you were obsessed with your looks

He didn't let you lose your humanity

He had to become a murder to keep you from going even further into the deep end

No one knew were you went and Obanai was starting to distance himself

(This man have been through enough💀)

Giyuu

He is distraught

He'll try to reason with you. If he's words did get to you, he'd never let you go and make sure that you are always taken care of before himself

If his words don't work I don't think he would kill you as a human

If you were a demon he'd hesitate but in the end you'd be dead

Shinobu

Poor girl can't catch a break(none of them can)

Once she realizes that what you want to do is beyond the point of going back she will poison you with something that ja painless

She'll give you a proper burial and set up a small shrine in her room to give her a reminder of how demon zzlayers have to make hard choices

Mitsuri　

She wonders if she never become a demon slayer she would end up like you

She won't kill you

She can't

She'll feel guilty for letting you go and cause so much trouble but she just can't do it

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Dainsleif x reader

The chasm spoilers

Angst to fluff

3am writing

The fall of Khaenri'ah

You could barely remember it

But you remembered Dainsleif. How could you forget your first love.

But your memory was waisting away and it was getting harder to hold on to the memories you had.

In the chasm you felt at peace but it was making you lose yourself. Sitting with your legs to your chest and your head resting on them, deep in thought of what you thought was going to be your last moments.

"Y/n?" A voice broke your from you misery but only for a moment.

'I remember that voice.....but where from.' You thought not looking to see, thinking it was just in your head.

"Y/n!" This time in was a little closer but you still didn't look.

Thats when a hand reached out and touched your cheek ever so slightly but it still caused you to jolt back.

Your eyes widened at the man in front of you. "D-dainsleif?" Your voice was dry and horse but you didn't care.

You quickly wrapped your arms around the man's neck.

"It's good to see you too, my dear." He said wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering into your ear.

You were crying.

It was the first time in a while since you felt this way.

"I'm sorry you've been by yourself for this long and here of all places." He said kissing your cheek.

"I'm just happy to see you. I would've waited another 500 years if it meant I could see you." You leaned back getting a good look at him.

He was still the man you loved. You both leaned into a passionate kiss. One that told all the feelings in the time that you were split apart.

Pulling away you sighed and put your head on his chest listening to the relaxing beat of his heart.

"I love you dain."

"I love you too, y/n."