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
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WARNINGS AND INFO: - Swearing (yeah, yeah, again) - Some sexual references - Smoking (I forgot to make this a warning last time) - Some angst & mild implication of suicidal thoughts -Seriously, didn't mean for these to all start with 'S'
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"WAY OUT IN THE COSMOS"
"Halloween?" The young woman asked the eyepatched lady whose hand was running circles along her back, tracing each little hidden freckle that glittered up and down her soft skin. The silver-haired, eyepatched woman leaned her head over random spots, planting soft kisses against the warm skin, and occasionally leaving little nibbles that would create temporary red marks. The woman watched as the red marks left the pink-haired young lady's skin, fading away with the funny trick of time, as if her mouth had never graced any of those spots. She wished she could leave a more permanent mark, make that woman hers forever, or at least for a while longer.
She got up, following the pink-haired fiend into the bathroom for their mutual morning shower. It was customary for them to shower together. The other girls would get jealous sometimes in the beginning, but eventually they learned to share their wife, and their 'mutual' morning showers. There were monogamous relationships between men and women, which were the most accepted in society. The eyepatched woman, who had removed the fabric to wash her face with an unscented, hypo-allergenic soap that she received as a gift from a certain winged friend with eczema, was unlike that area of society. Not just because she loved women, and society seemed to have a personal vendetta against who she kissed or had affection for, but also because she loved women, as opposed to woman.
Not a woman. Women–as in plural.
Her name was Quanxi. Surname and detailed family origin unknown, but first name revered by each of her lovers. She was a private, professional devil hunter. A private masseuse too if one asked her 'girls'. Those women followed her around like she hung the moon and the stars in the night sky, and painted the daytime blue and white. There was no 'leader' of the girls as Quanxi felt that would be unfair; her time with each of the women was careful and deliberate, consisting of nothing short of adoration and respect. Quanxi didn't consider herself the leader of them either, as that would imply they were incapable of standing alone. Quanxi was the 'leader' of a harem in the sense that she organized it, and introduced them to one another, but she wasn't heartless, and she loved those women with her life. Not to mention, they loved each other too.
If it came down to it, she would allow herself to be sliced into sashimi ['pierced flesh' or 'pierced body'- Japanese], or receive the ancient lingchi ['death by a thousand cuts' - Chinese] torture method just to defend those girls from harm. Having multiple lovers didn't mean she couldn't divide that love equally, although she was focused on one pink-haired woman in particular that day. It was Cosmo's birthday, although the fiend didn't have a distinguishable birth that she or anyone else could remember, they chose that day to celebrate it.
