WHY MUST I BE PUNISHED!?

Can i have a hcs Mihawk of how he would behave with his sister/twin who’s the opposite of him. Like the exact same physical but girl version with the personality of shanks or luffy. Like very joyful and everything else? Thank youuuuuuu hope you have a nice day/night <3

Hiiiii! I'm sorry for the delay and thanks sm for the idea, I really enjoyed writing this ♡

Twin sister

Dracule Mihawk and fem!reader

You're his twin sister and how you two grow up together.

Note: nothing, just cute and fun hcs!

When you two were little people confused you a lot

You're almost identical, it is their personalities that differentiate you

Mihawk is a grump,

You're a ray of sunshine

When you were little fought a lot, over little things

Like using your doll to practice his attacks

Or how to wear his favorite clothes for your little plays

He thought you were a nuisance while he wanted to train

Personalities so opposite bring every little thing to an argument

Childhood rooms as two opposite towns

Yours in bright or pastel colors

And Mihawk's in dark tones

He called you for insults like brat or silly

But only he can bother you

Whoever dares to say something to you would find with his sword

As a teenager, I think he would be a very overprotective brother

He would push away any suitor who had intentions with you, it doesn't matter if he was a man or a woman

But only because Mihawk can read people's intentions very well

If he thinks he deserves your attention which is very unlikely he could give him a chance no, he wouldn't

But don't be left behind, you could also be very jealous of your brother

At the same time, you can trust each other completely

Share all your secrets

Just one look is enough for you to be able to understand each other

You're the only one who can make him smile and cheer up his mood

Sleepovers of gossip, movies, skin care and wine

Although you still fight from time to time

Basically the dynamic of Perona and Zoro I guess

Spill the tea time together ~~

As adults, you would both have your lives apart, but getting together to have tea often

He would also take you to the theater

He won't admit it, but loves to spoil you

He invites you to dinner, makes a good homemade food and you take care of the dessert

Mihawk loves to see you do that little happy dance when you're happy

Like when you try his food

Or when he managed to transform Yoru into a black sword for the first time

You cheer him on every little achievement

And Mihawk will never tell out loud, just in small acts of service, how much he adores you and how grateful is that you're his sister.

Extra!!!

Just imagine the faces of Mihawk and Shanks when in the middle of one of their fights, long before the redhead lost his arm, you, Mihawk's identical sister, appear shouting his name excitedly.

You haven't seen your brother in a long time and just want to hug him tight. Shanks's shocked face when is knocked down on your way to the arms of your dear brother. He doesn't think he's drunk enough to hallucinate the exact copy of his rival. A very attractive copy.

It's a matter of time before the redhead will try to flirt with you while making fun of Mihawk by calling him 'the ugly brother'. Both men would end up in another duel. Shanks only loses because is distracted by your shouts of encouragement for Mihawk.

At the end of the day, he manages in some way to drag you two onto his ship to drink rum all night. Mihawk doesn't like how you and Shanks fit together so well, like two extroverted balls of contagious and happy energy. But he is always happy to have you around.

Batman: Mask of the Phantasm (1993) dir. Eric Radomski & Bruce Timm

𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅— diluc x fem!reader. 2.1k. ao3

yours and diluc's love has captured the hearts of teyvat, thanks to the steambird and the kamera. in my head this takes place in another fic im working on so the reader only has one arm.

You marry in a simple gown of silk. There’s enough heft of the silk, as it spills around your arms and babbles down your body like a brook, spilling onto the floor, to show off its price. Your flowers drip from the bouquet in your hands– They drip, not droop. Cecilias and lilies, nothing more than an extension of your beauty. 

Your ladyship, the official bits of it, are donned with a strong kiss. One where Diluc has his hand on your lower back and the other on the side of your face– the side that isn’t being photographed. 

Three photos come from the wedding: One of you walking down the aisle: cobblestones lining outside the winery. Lined by simple flowers, a small party gathered to witness. Two, of the kiss. Swooped, leg slightly lifted, completely and contently at Diluc’s mercy. Three, of your head tossed back in laughter and Diluc’s warm gaze trained intently on you, a fond expression on his face. 

It’s later that month when Mona presents you with the newspaper. She had, after all, advised you on when the perfect day to get married would be. All for a hefty price, of course. But if luck couldn’t be bought, you could certainly try. The front page, however, is something like a gossip magazine. MARRIED FOR THE STARS. Step into the whimsical wedding of the century. 

And it’s those three photos. You hide your face behind the newspaper. 

“You know, you should be pleased. People pay thousands of mora for a chance to be right there,” Mona titters, crossing her arms. “You could at least act grateful.” 

“Oh, Mona… We didn’t need a cover page. We didn’t even need it to be broadcasted!” You protest, though there’s a girlish fluttering in your chest. 

“It’s not like anyone else of such caliber is getting married,” Mona huffs. “You should be honored!” 

Diluc is beet red when he sees the cover page. He hides himself behind his hands, fingers hiding under his fringe. “This is mortifying,” He bemoans. 

“I say Donna crying,” Kaeya says, with a shit eating grin and he looks over the front page, turning to page three for the full article. “Just absolutely inconsolable.” 

“Poor thing,” You hum, sufficiently less embarrassed since Diluc seemed to be embarrassed plenty for the both of you. “Maybe we should get it framed.” 

“Hang it up in Angel’s Share,” Kaeya agrees. “Right next to the collection of best wine awards. What do you think, Diluc?” 

“I don’t think it needs to be hung up,” Diluc says, muffled by his hands. 

“I’m going to hang it up,” Kaeya says. “I’ll get a fresh copy from Mona, so you can hold onto this one. Has Adelinde seen it yet?” 

“Yes,” Diluc says, still muffled. 

“I think everyone’s seen it,” You chime in, grinning as you reach over to tuck a strand of Diluc’s hair behind his ear. His face is certainly warm. 

It’s to no surprise that the weddings that follow for the next few years are inspired by the nation of love. That there’s thousands of attempts to grab the same photos, but none of them have the same candidness to that first kiss you shared with Diluc as husband and wife. None of the dresses have the same water-like texture, none of the flowers are fresh in the same way. 

It could be said for money. But the wind was a perfect whisper, rippling through your gown and your hair, keeping Diluc’s hair out of his face. Rumor was that the Anemo Archon favored the Ragnvindr’s love so greatly he made a personal appearance. 

When you’re invited to Fontaine– When Diluc is invited to Fontaine for a wine festival, he grumbles about it. About the journey, about how he has to leave home for months on end. Even though you’re coming with him, he still grumbles. He’s fond of his manor, he’s fond of the way that you’ve bled into every aspect of it. Brightening it with light colors and gauzy curtains, fresh-scented candles. 

He grumbles less, because you’re so excited to go. You’ve listened to your tailor speak for hours about how beautiful the land of water is, about how the art is so rich and the food richer. You’ve listened to nearly every ballet and every opera on the gramophone. And your tailor has treated you so well, to fashions typical and atypical of the nation. 

(His business had boomed too, after the wedding dress. However, he saved his best work for the Ragnvindrs. He’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping to make another splash in his hometown.) 

Fontaine treats the Ragnvindrs kindly. They have first class tours, with nearly everything included. A villa instead of a hotel room. Nightly escapades to the finest shows Fontaine has to offer. For your first journey to the Opera, you’re buzzing with excitement. 

The gown that’s been made for you in warm blue, with shimmers and hugs your figure. It’s a far cry from the simple dresses you wear back home: modest and breathable. With this one, you wrap a shawl around your shoulders and stand in front of the mirror, doing last minute adjustments. 

Diluc is too filled with energy to sit still for so long, focused on just one thing. He hides it well, and age has slowed him down considerably from when he was nothing but a young firecracker. He’s just gotten better at hiding it. At least, he’ll do it for you. He comes up behind you, resting a hand on your hip. The accents on his suit complement your dress, his hair pulled back in a bow of the same fabric. 

He leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your shoulder, hand sliding to rest securely over your stomach. His other trails down your arm to hold your hand, gently adjusting your engagement ring, which glints in the lamplight. 

“Do everything with this hand,” Diluc says, hunched over so his cheek can rest on your shoulder, facing towards your neck. Here, he has perfect access to the scent of your perfume. 

“I don’t think anyone is mistaking me as single,” You reply. Not when the lovable oaf of your husband is draped over you. Not when he stands so close to you the two of you might as well wear the same concoction of perfume and cologne. 

Diluc hums and straightens up. 

“Well. Let me escort you, my lady,” Diluc says, giving a slight bow. 

You respond with a beaming smile and a small curtsey. 

Diluc captures your lips in a kiss, pulling away with furrowed brows. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“You’re just too beautiful,” Diluc replies. 

This time, the newspaper comes much faster. You’re on page three, under a fashion column. MONDSTAT’S PRINCE CHARMING AND CINDERELLA. The article speaks of how such patrons of the arts were so much more patrons of each other, madly in love by gaze alone. 

You’re whisked away to the gala: the actual event you’ve come for. The finest gown is for that night: off the shoulder with large sleeves, tailored and glittering, beaded details accentuated by the diamonds around your neck. There’s a frown on Diluc’s face as he gets ready, does up his buttons and does up his tie. 

When prompted on what soured his mood, he simply replies: “I don’t want to socialize.” 

You laugh, tinkling bells through the room. 

“What?” Diluc asks. “They like you so much more than they like me.” 

“Oh, but you’re the one they want to talk to,” You say, coming over to him. You smooth your hand over his lapel. “I think they just like looking at me.” 

“They should talk to you instead,” Diluc replies. “You’re so much more interesting than I am.” 

“And share me with the world?” You tilt your head. 

“Oh, good point.” Diluc slides his hand back around your waist. The dress truly is something to marvel. Such a marriage of Fontaine’s couture and Mondstadt's simplicity. Diluc’s gaze can’t leave your waist, can’t leave your chest. “Good point.” 

The Steambird gets a quip from you that night, a bright eyed, pink haired girl with a camera approaches you and Diluc, begging for a photo. She has many questions, and expresses such to you, but will only ask you for one. And to forgive her because it’s not wine related. (“Good,” Diluc had said, mostly to himself and you, “I’ve spoken enough about wine.” Charlotte had beamed at that.) 

“Everyone’s been calling you Teyvat’s true fairytale,” She says, recording device poised. “Do you have any advice for those of us trying to find our own fairytale?” 

You laugh, and look up at Diluc, placing a hand on his chest. In turn, his hand sits dutifully at your lower back. He looks down at you, a fond expression on his face. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” You say, tearing your gaze away from Diluc. “I think it just happens.” 

“You can’t be looking for it,” Diluc adds on, his gaze never leaving you. 

RECIPE FOR A FAIRYTALE

A Mondstadt love story is not unheard of. If anything, it has permeated our childhoods, with so many famous tales coming from the land of romance. Growing up, these tales of princes and princesses, who find true love after a fearsome trial of strength, bravery and wit seem so out of reach, as if they linger as stories painted in constellations. Gorgeous to gaze at, charming to consume, delightful to dream about. 

There must be something in the Mondstadt air, whether it be the scent of windwheel asters or the Anemo Archon’s own blessing, given that Teyvat’s own fairytale hails from the tranquil nation. That Ragnvindrs won the hearts of Teyvat when they got married. Sources at the time revealed photos of the event, two lovers intertwined in their own world, speckled by the sunlight filtering through the translucent clouds in the sky. Their vows promised a lifetime of never-ending love, and their kiss was sealed with a warm brush of wind. 

Their love has not run dry. Tonight, at the Festin de Boire, Diluc Ragnvindr and his lady, Ophelia, continue their tour of Fontaine. Dressed by Fontaine’s own Herbert Agustin, the two are fit for on-stage royalty. Diluc’s suit is finely tailored, a warm, dark brown that highlights his cabernet eyes and acts as logs on a hearth for his flaming mane. Tonight, it’s tamed by a ribbon the same shade as his wife’s gown. A stunning, off the shoulder champagne piece with sleeves that billow out and come together around the wrist, embroidered by pearls. Tonally, it matches the bubbling drinks in their hands. It would be remiss to not discuss the stunning set of diamonds that sprawled across her collarbone in long droplets. 

The banquet attendees are just as smitten with the Ragnvindrs as I am. Witnessing the attentiveness of Diluc and the grace of Ophelia, it’s hard to not raise my own crumbling standards when it comes to a partner. Not once did I see his hand leave her waist, lower back or cheek for longer than a few breaths. 

When I spoke with them for a brief moment, it was like gazing into a snowglobe, where a prince and princess stand, eternally in love. Accentuated by the quartet playing, the two of them struggled to pull their gazes away from each other. Truth be told, the two looked so stunning up close, I struggled to pull my own gaze away. 

I asked our lovers the question on all of our minds, one that circulates my own to no end. Do they have any advice on how we can find our own fairytale? 

Ophelia rested her hand on his broad chest, a smile on her face. Diluc’s hand curved around her waist, resting on the bottom of her bodice before the dress expanded into its fullness. It is easy to imagine them back at their winery, standing in their garden in the same position. The same love painted on their faces, only with crystal flies circling about them instead of servers carrying plates of hor d'oeuvres and glasses of wines. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” Ophelia told me, though her words floated up in the direction of her husband. She further confirmed: “I think it just happens.” 

Diluc, who had told me he was glad for the opportunity to discuss matters other than wine (and, if I must make my own conclusions, was euphoric to discuss his wife), added the big secret: “You can’t be looking for it.” 

To think that such a cherished romance simply fell into their laps is almost astonishing. To see such a fairytale, to learn that it came without slaying any dragons, that it fell like an autumn leaf or a ripe bulle fruit… It is the thing of dreams. And perhaps a reminder that the best things in life come to us when we aren’t looking. 

Heyo! Congrats on the 500 followers! Hope you've been doing well!

So haha, small idea for demon slayer, gn reader (demon or human doesn't matter) X shinobu, and they have a really bad habit of chering on their skin. It's so bad that the skin on their hands is basically non exsistant on some parts. (They never chew on their fingers, occasionally the do their thumb but yeah)

:> it's not intentional but it kinda just happens, you can make angst out of it, but I was thinking more just fluff of shinobu taking care of reader, maybe telling them off for biting themself so much.

Again, congrats of the 500

Thank you so much. I hope you have been doing well too.

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"You'll never get better if you don't stop" Shinobu scolded you. "Especially with those nails of yours."

Shinobu was applying an ointment she had just made for you in hopes it would get you to stop. It never did.

You've been like this since you were born.

After she was done applying the ointment, she cut you nails, much to your dismay, you started to feel itchy not even a minute later.

Shinobu was always so kind and gentle no matter how mad she was. She looked out for you, like an older sister. Scolded you like on too.

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"How many times do I have to tell you. Stop it. Your skin is already patched your just making it worse." Once again, she was putting ointment on you and rubbing it in.

You mocked her as she was focused on your arms.

"You could get infected. Do you understand me. Stop it." She pleaded looking deep into your eyes.

"I understand, I'll try not to do it again."

She really wanted you to stop.

You wish you would've listened.

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This continued for about a month. She would scold you while putting ointment on, you would mock her while she wasn't looking, and you'd go on about your day. A few weeks ago, you found that your hands arms and legs were getting worse.

Your usually red and scabbed skin was now blistering with green oozing from it.

Today you decided to ask Shinobu about it.

You went to look for Shinobu, finding her in her medicine room.

"Umm Shinobu do you know what's wrong with my arms." As you were presenting your arms to her you saw how her eyes widened.

She gently grabbed your arms and examined them. She took a deep breath before speaking

"You've got an infection. How long have you had it?"

You shrugged. She took another breath.

of course, she had noticed this for a while now, but she thought it would eventually go away. There is nothing good that comes from getting an infection like you have.

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She watched you closely for the past few days. Your skin got worse. It was starting to affect your way of living.

It was starting to affect your blood and lungs. You could barely breathe.

"Y/n how are you feeling?" Shinobu thought it would be best if you were on bed rest. You were far past treatable.

"I'm alright Shinobu, just hurts to breath." You smiled at her. You saw the sadness in her eyes. You knew what was coming and you knew it was coming soon.

"Thank you for looking out for me Shinobu, sorry I was so stubborn." You laid your head back for give yourself some sort of comfort. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

"y/n?"

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"Yn?"

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Omg, I LOVE someone request Kanao with a reader who is a ghost rider! What if I request for Kyojuro Rengoku?

What if he met the Ghost rider (he kinda thinks ghost rider is a threat)? or maybe! GR reader save his life in mugen train arc?

Gender Neutral reader pls! :D

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You were following your intuition and wound up on train tracks, miles from the fast approaching train

Right before the train reached you it was derailed

You watched as the mush of a demon disenigrated

You helped the people from under the rumble but most were scared of your looks

While helping the people you noticed another fight start, this time the demon was stronger

You weren't able to help the slayer in time as you saw he got punched straight through his stomach

You ran to the fallen fighter as a boy with a checkered Haori threw his sword at the demon.

"Another demon?" Rengoku questioned as you came into his line of sight.

"No, my appearance may be deceiving but I help slay demons. I cannot let a well trained fighter, such as yourself, die here." You put a hand on his shoulder and he burst into flames.

"GET AWAY YOU DEMON." A boar head came into veiw, swinging his swords wildly. You effortly dodged.

"Wait Inosuke, he's not a demon. The sun is up." The checkered Haori boy said as he tried to restrain the wild child.

Tanjiro had recognized you from Kanao's description of the man who saved her life.

Walking past the 2 to get to rengoku you see that the flames are burning out as the wound closes the his orgas heal.

"How do you feel." You asked,standing in front of him.

"I feel... AMAZING. Thank kind sir." Rengoku jumped up and bowed as a sign of thanks.

When he raised his head you were gone. You left a small patch of burnt grass where you once stood.

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rengoku adopts sweet, timid 4yo reader (who’s the child of a civilian who died and had no other family members to care for them, so rengoku decided to adopt them) and gets a second wind during his fight with akaza because he wants to live to see reader grow up :’)

demon slayer masterlist

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"Mr. Kyo, I don't want you to go." You whined as you held onto his pants leg, tugging on him to take at least a day an attempt to get him to stay. You had followed him to the edge of the village before latching onto him as a last resort. He picked you up and placed you on his hip, heading back to his house. "I'll be back soon, don't worry. You'll be in the good hand of Senjuro." He attempted to cheer you up. "But I'm gonna miss you." You cried into his shoulder. Since he adopted you, he had noticed your fear of losing people you were close to. A clear example of this was when you wouldn't let anyone leave the house without you and vice versa. This mission that Rengoku was on was going to take at least a day to get to the station. Kyojuro patted you on your back humming a tune that his mother hummed to him and continued on his way to drop you off with Senjuro.

Broken ribs, a busted eye, and almost completely exhausted. Rengoku was not doing so well, this fight was definitely one of the hardest for him.

The moment he was able to stop and take a deep breath, he did and it hurt. He closed his good eye and relaxed, and image of your crying face popped into his

"I will see my duty fulfilled. No matter what it takes no body will die here." Rengoku was tired and everyone watching could tell.

Smoke clouded the vision of the trio as tension settled in.

When the smoke started to clear and Rengoku could be seen with a pained expression. It had taken the rest of the strength he had left to cut both of Akaza's arms and cut his neck.

"I Will Not Die Here." He screamed as his blade slowly made its way through the demon's neck. "My daughter is waiting for me."

"You won't have to if you become a demon then you could go back to her, safe and sound." Akaza panicked as he tried to persuade the Hashira.

The sun was coming up.

As the sun touch Akaza's skin he winched and kicked Rengoku away from him. He ran into the safety of the trees, taking Rengoku's sword with him.

The flame Hashira laid on his back as the trio surrounded him asking if he was okay.

Rengoku didn't respond instead, he just smiled.

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'I had only one thought before the slaughter, this man will not make an orphan of my daughter' - Aaron Burr

Ngl i'm scared as hell

Hi! I saw you were writing for Kny I don't know if you are taking requests but if you are can you do a Sanemi x AFAB! Reader and inspire it by the song Sparks - Coldplay. Please have angst in it but have a happy ending? Okay thank you if you do happen to do this! Make sure to tag me js Incase. Xx

A fun fact about this song is that I cried to it the other day, I wasn't even sad my playlist was just on shuffle.

Demon slayer masterlist

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Recently you and Sanemi have been at each other throat about him coming home heavily injured, ghosting you while he is on missions, ignoring his brother, his attitude, etc. Normally you'd make up by the end of the night, but it was really starting to affect your own missions.

Sanemi is just so stubborn and doesn't want to see anything your way. You decided to treat him the way he treats everyone and before you knew you were on the verge of a breakup. Too late to back out now... Right?

'Did I drive you away?' Sanemi thought as he watched you sleep with your back turned to him.

Sanemi slumped on the futon looking up at the ceiling in reflection.

Was he really wrong for wanting to protect you his way.

He reflected on his life with you as he went to sleep.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 him from the beginning. You've pushed him to be a better brother and fighter. You've got 𝘩𝘪𝘮 through the toughest time of his life and through all of this you only ask that he returns home to you safely.

'Surely I could grant her that.' He thought before finally drifting off.

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The sun seeped into your room and rose you from your slumber. You turned over and tried to go back to your dream but a lack of a body prevented that.

"Sanemi?" Your voice was hoarse and raspy from just waking up.

You got up to look for him but before you did a note fell from your shirt. You picked it up and red it.

'I haven't been the best partner. I was selfish and didn't care about his you felt and I'm sorry but I can't change. It's my job to kill demons even if I die in the process but I promise you this... I'll always look out for you. My heart is yours, you keep me sane. I love you.

-sanemi'

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@lynnethehotshot

So random idea I got, feel free to delete but I think giving Lucifer’s best friend the name Azazel would be neat since in the Hebrew Bible that is the name they use for Lucifer.

Again just a random idea feel free to ignore.

The amount of Azazel OCs that I've seen, it just seems fitting so why not. Every fix I wrote with Lucifer's bestfriend will now be my first public oc: Azazel.

I think it would be fun.

what the fuck is wrong with you? why are you writing xiao x a CHILD ??

It's platonic obviously.

I thought that was implied but I guess not

If you look at my pinned post at 'what I write' it literally says platonic only for CHILD reader.

At least look before you come at me like that.😑