My collection of Chainsaw Man one-shot fan-fictions.
SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA WITHIN THIS CONTENT (Please read with caution if you have not caught up yet!)
Rated M for 'mature' for some sensitive themes
~ Check the chapters' individual warnings for...
WARNINGS AND INFO: - Some swearing and brief moments of innuendo - Shorter than usual, in the 2K word range!
A/N —>Hi, everyone! It's Lavender : ) I very quickly scrambled during my own holiday today and yesterday to write you all a little something to remember this year's Christmas by. If you don't celebrate that's okay, I hope the story is still fun! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year. Thank you for being here with me this year, and I hope to see you joining me again♥️
"PROPOSING A TOAST"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Treetops glisten, children listen..."
Gosh! I forgot the rest of the song.
Galgali grunts as he struggles to remember the lyrics. His hands awkwardly shimmy into their hideaway holes—a.k.a. pockets—and give one last shiver from the cold, December air before curling up in the warm burrows. As Galgali waits outside Kobeni's apartment in the freezing temperature, he practices a few more songs in his head, making sure he won't embarrass himself by not knowing the words.
"Santa baby, i'll slip a...wait what is next word? God, why is English so hard to understand sometimes?! Okay...deck the halls with..FUCK."
Fuck indeed; the holiday spirit is a dish not best served cold, unlike revenge. The holiday spirit is meant to be enjoyed nestled by a warm fire, thawing within its snuggly cloud of heat. It might just be the below freezing temperature outside, and Galgali's lack of preparation for it—characterized by the absence of woolen gloves—but his patience is thinner than the sheet of ice he's currently balanced on, praying for his safe entrance inside the apartment which at this point, feels more like a winter fortress than a Winter Wonderland. Certainly, Galgali and Kobeni will not be going on another ice cream run, considering he will become one himself soon.
Luckily, before he's frozen into an ice cream pop, the door opens and out comes a draft of warm air, thus the other way around, Kobeni receives a face full of frost. Instantly, her teeth chatter and a certain area of the body, which she luckily covers with her robe, becomes hard and protrudes from her shirt.
"P-please let me i-in," Galgali ironically stutters from the cold, the same way Kobeni usually does when she's hot, cold, or room temperature.
She opens the door further and Galgali limps his cold, half out-of-order body into the toasty foyer. He sees a fireplace in the living room, right next to the tall tree that almost grazes the ceiling with its frosted tip. The little angel on top, a gift from Kobeni's grandmother, waves hello to the big popsicle man.
Kobeni wears a short, cherry red babydoll dress with some reindeer slippers, truly embodying the western holiday aesthetic this year. Her house is so warm, she doesn't even need tights, but she wears a cute pair of matching mittens anyway, for looks.
