I like writing and women and those things decided to go hand in hand and create this place. This is a multifandom area that will go through cycles based on whatever is rotting at my brain, so you have been warned.
Basic rules and info, yada yada. A purely self-indulgent WLW space where I like to yell into the void about all the women I like from all the various corners of the internet I've managed to scrounge up.
I'm here for a good time, not a long time. Anything is subject to change based on whichever hyperfixation has decided to grab hold of my brain. That being said, I'm always open to fellow yellings if you just wanna chat about any of the listed fandoms.
(Dividers by cafekitsune)
Important rules, please read before anything ↴
➼ Yes, this is a WLW space because, well, I am one. Gender-neutral is fine, but strictly no romantic relationships including men. And, with all due respect, if you are a man I would prefer if you do not comment or request. Read all you want, but that's it
➼ I try to keep my works generally SFW, but I am planning on making NSFW. If you are a minor, please just read the SFW stuff
➼ I will write pretty much anything you can think of. Long oneshots, multi-chapters, drabbles, headcanons, and if I'm feeling a little spicy I might even post some art every now and then
Masterlist - Under construction
The LIST ↴ (Buckle down, it's a long one.)
AWARIA
➼ Baba Yaga / Jagoda Jęczyduch
➼ Cutwire I
➼ Cutwire II
➼ Dr. Striga
➼ Nikita Naprava
➼ Ula Usterka
➼ Zmora
Chainsaw Man
➼ Asa Mitaka
➼ Cosmo
➼ Falling devil
➼ Fami
➼ Fire Devil
➼ Himeno
➼ Kiga / Lil' D
➼ Kobeni
➼ Long
➼ Makima
➼ Michiko Tendo
➼ Nail Fiend
➼ Pingsti
➼ Power
➼ Princi
➼ Quanxi
➼ Reze
➼ Tsugihagi
➼ Whip Hybrid (Muchi)
➼ Yoru
➼ Yuko
I'm doing pretty good. I know this blog has been pretty dead for, uh, two years at this point I think? I've mostly done some big overhauls in the sense that it's gone from purely CSM to most of the fandoms I'm in, but I promise, I'm actually back to checking this pretty regularly and have been writing more as of recently. I'll still 100% write CSM, I love it, and will hopefully work through the asks that have been collecting dust, but I now have an even bigger re-vamped masterlist for new characters and fandoms.
Thanks for asking, by the way. Hope you're doing well too :D
Had to write something for Reze now the new trailer is out. Already have another fic for her in store because I am absolutely feral for this woman and she needs more love. If there's one thing I love more than Reze it's her hybrid form.
➸ Reze + !Neutral!Reader
➸ Word count; 1,832 words,
➸ Set before her introduction in the manga (also a slight itty bitty bit of an AU, if you squint)
➸ Content warnings include cursing, blood mentioned, minor amounts of violence (kind of cause Reze is murderous when she needs to be) and descriptions of a burning/burnt building.
Returning home to the petulant smell of sulphur hanging thick in the air was enough to make you choke and gag before dropping your meagre bag of groceries. A resounding thump and rustle followed by the crinkling of packages, plastic melting into the smouldering clumps of brick that used to belong to your apartment building.
Returning home to the petulant smell of sulphur hanging thick in the air was enough to make you choke and gag before dropping your meagre bag of groceries. A resounding thump and rustle followed by the crinkling of packages, plastic melting into the smouldering clumps of brick that used to belong to your apartment building.
There was ringing in your ears - Loud enough to drown out the drones of people, police and firemen maybe. Sharp suits flashed between the crowds, glints of swords, furrowed brows, and taught looks. Furiously pounding in your ribcage, your heartbeat errant, your gut twisting as you numbly stumbled forward to your now destroyed home. The structure was crumbling, billows of smoke towering into the sky, blanketing the blue like a smothering embrace. You weren't sure what was stinging your eyes more - The smoke or the tears pinpricking at the thought of your now lost home.
'Is Reze okay?' Was all you could think. It brought about another bout of panic that settled deep in your chest. You could stand losing your home, it was a heavy blow both emotionally and monetarily, but you could deal with that later. You couldn't handle losing your partner.
'Was she scheduled to work today? She could be at the cafe, right?' You tried to rationalise, pleading that fate would at least let her be okay, but the fact you couldn't even remember if she was supposed to be at work today or not did not help the dying glimmer of hope that remained. Or maybe it was the shock finally hitting your senses. Either way, you continued forward, somehow slipping under the watch of the approaching devil hunters and police and into the ashy ruins of the building you once called home.
It looked like a bomb had gone off, was your first thought. The front desk was shattered, the bench broken in half. A smouldering crater sat placidly in the middle of the room, half-lit fires and smouldering embers burning red hot as you stumbled past. One of the elevators was missing, possibly crashed at the very bottom level if the empty, scorched elevator shaft told you anything. The stairs were miraculously left unharmed for the most part.
Still, unharmed did not mean untouched. Your hand was coated in soot the moment you steadied yourself against the railing. However cool to the touch, it was absolutely filthy. You swiped it over your already ruined uniform.
"Reze?" Your voice cracked, quiet under the roaring flames, sirens and mindless chatter. It barely carried, and you were certain that even if Reze were here and was still alive, she wouldn't have heard you anyway.
You jumped as something fell and crashed not too far from where you were, almost slipping and falling through a hole that opened up underneath your foot like a gaping, toothy maw. Whimpering, you hurried your way up the stairs and further into the burning building a little faster.
Somehow, your hallway was mostly fine. It was undeniably warm, uncomfortably so, flames licking at the scorch-stained windows, but for the most part, it was untouched. Not entirely clean and devoid of damage, but rather, it was the most unspoiled part of the building you'd seen so far. It was nice, you supposed, but your stomach was still twisting and writhing in frantic knots. Bits of broken wood were flung around, but it didn't look like they came from the still-intact doors, nor did the plaster look like it had been blown from the wall. However, just your luck, the one part that wasn't left untouched was your goddamn apartment.
It made your heart sink, or your stomach lurch into your chest. The door was completely blown off its hinges, scorch marks flying inwards, into the apartment like an incredible force had burst its way through.
Carefully, you peered into the ruined room.
Someone was standing in the middle of the kitchenette, humanoid in shape with their hand braced against the table. Eerily silent apart from a faint hissing sound with small sparks flying from small scratches and dents that littered their metallic face. Otherwise, they were stock-still, steaming spewing from one end of their bulbous, shiny head like an overheated engine.
The hole blown clean in the wall behind them allowed the bustling wind to whip past, tugging at the sheer dress of twisted cables and dull-carmine dynamite strapped around their body.
'What the fuck is that?' You held your breath, unsure of whether escaping back to the freedom of outside and clean air would've been a better choice than just standing in the doorway like a deer staring into headlights. Either way, there was the possibility that whatever was standing in the middle of your ruined home would hear you, but there was something that made your blood run ice cold and pause.
A spattering of crimson over the rightmost wall, a clean arc bold against the fumes. Blood, thick, dripping slowly before puddling where the floor sharply curved upwards.
What you could only assume was Reze's blood.
"No…" Tears finally fell, rolling over your cheeks, turning grey with ash. Then, you realised your mistake - Alerting whatever killed Reze to your appearance. The dread of losing your loved one was trumped, nothing compared to the almost hysteria of seeing the thing shift.
At first, it was the flex of the hand against the table, fingers flexing, spreading, smearing more blood against the placemats - Then it was the head. It shuddered and shook itself before seemingly heaving a breath it had been holding and letting a billow of steam spew from its mouth, a sickening, metallic crack resounding through the room before its head slowly, malevolently, peered in your direction.
Amongst the burnt wires and smeared blood spattered against its front (you heaved a silent sob knowing it was Reze's own blood) you noticed the stark white button-up shirt that melted into its skin. Tight, unmarred by everything except the crimson blood that dripped from its harrowing teeth, and decorated with a still intact name tag.
Reze.
That scared you more than anything.
The only thing that haunted you more than your partner dying by the creature in front of you, was your girlfriend being possessed by the creature in front of you. A fiend was the only thing that made sense, seeing something so humanoid garbed with such a strange head and decorated with twisted wires and flying sparks. The thing in front of you had killed Reze, or found her body, and decided to take it for itself.
It was the only thing that made sense in your mind, after all.
"What are you?" You snivelled. The thing already knew you were there, staring you straight down its sights despite the fact you were sure it had no eyes. It paused, tilted its head, and had the audacity the laugh, or more accurately, giggle, in your girlfriend's own voice.
"You weren't supposed to find out," Her shoulders sagged, dragging her feet against the floor. It still felt like her, even if a devil had taken over her mind. Still…
"Reze?" Your voice was hoarse, rough from the smoke and tears. The thing cocked her head to the other side, letting her limbs fall lax at her sides.
"Lisichka," There was a specific tone in her voice, but it was the name that made your heart break. Those uttering of syllables, the same ones Reze would whisper softly, adoringly, in your ear before the two of you would fall asleep. The way the devil moved in front of you, it seemed all too familiar for her body to simply have been taken over. You had no idea how possession worked, but you were certain that the body always lost a sense of humanity as well as their memories as their mind was stolen. Seeing the devil Reze in front of you, a part of you doubted that this was not Reze. Too many of her mannerisms were still there, the way she held herself, the way she talked, her words and the way her head tilted.
"I don't understand…" You clung to the doorway, trying to regain any semblance of balance as your mind whirled by at incredible speeds. Reze swayed before walking toward you, gentle and light with a pep in her step. She didn't say anything, but you could feel the heat radiating off of her, palpable waves that swamped the already humid air around you. Instead, her fingers cupped your cheeks delicately, fuse wires starkly cool, but in a manner that was undoubtedly from Reze's own control.
From here, you could see your face reflected in the shine of her head. Rounded, almost glassy in texture. Steam still spewed from her mouth, thin wisps that rose to the ceiling. You hummed, the sound ragged in your throat. 'This is Reze' was the only thought running through your mind. This scary, daunting creature that had most likely destroyed the building the two of you had lived in, was your own girlfriend. The being that stared you down, teeth covered in blood with her uniform melting into her skin. The person who, despite the carnage that surrounded the two of you, held you so tenderly and carefully and with such love that, as the realisation dawned on you, you couldn't really come to hate like any other devil that plagued the city.
You sniffled once, and then raised your own hands to trace along the curve of her face.
The metal (you were certain it was metal) was warm to the touch. Not hot, but pleasantly warm against the aches in your fingers. Nicks covered the surface, not entirely smooth, somewhat dented - Ruggered would probably be the best way to describe the feeling. Reze vibrated under your touch, leaning in further as your hands traced along the curled ridges cut out of the side of her head, following the curve down toward her pointed teeth. The feeling of hot blood made you flinch, but still, you continued, cradling the oversized head of your girlfriend in the hold of your arms.
That was, until, she literally started melting between your fingers. The scream in your throat was muffled as Reze threw her arms around your shoulders, covering your mouth with a single hand whilst the other rubbed comforting circles across your back. Within a blink, the devil mask, or head, was gone, slumped in a pile of dark sludge that quickly seeped into the floor as soon as it had fallen from Reze's face. Now, she was there, peering into your eyes, crystal clear emerald that you remembered so fondly with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
"What was that all about?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, cracked, and sorely tired. Just having Reze wrapped around you like she so commonly did was already doing wonders for your palpating heart.
"I'll tell you later," She grinned, turning her head toward the broken door frame. The concentrated footsteps of about three of four people were already making their way down the hallway. "For now," Reze grabbed your wrist, "we run."
For those curious, Lisichka, the name Reze called the reader, apparently means little fox in Russian if my five minutes of searching told me anything.
can we get a yoru x f/non-binary reader which doesn't end with the reader getting turned into a weapon (also with a little asa sprinkled in)
Love Yoru and Asa, but I dunno how much romance is actually in this thing. It's pretty long compared to my usual word count, so I don't know how spread out it could be or if things are rushed.
Anyway...
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Conflict of Interests ˖ ࣪⊹
Love Asa and Yoru and imo both need more love, but specifically Yoru.
➸ Yoru + !Neutral!Reader, Asa + !Neutral!Reader
➸ Word count; 3849 words,
➸ Warnings for gore, because this is CSM and it's Yoru. No spoilers (that I know of)
➸ Aside from the gore, I don't believe there are any other content warnings either. Don't know how well this flows because none of my work is beta read and I was also losing motivation by the end of this because I cranked this out in about two or three hours.
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All things considered, you were adapting to your new life in Japan pretty well. At least, it felt like it.
Communication wasn't an issue, which was a relief - Neither was money, but your biggest problem so far was being directionally challenged. It complicated your routine to the utmost degree, and what was supposed to be a simple shopping trip had taken more than three hours because somewhere along the way you'd taken a wrong turn. Which was why, in your current moment, you were wandering aimlessly around the backstreets of Kyoto, meandering closely to the nearby high school. Silent as it was at the current hour, it still felt weird knowing that if you never left home, you'd probably be stuck in a building like that for hours on end.
You weren't though, and you were also lost. Which seriously wasn't fun, especially when you had a younger brother at home left unsupervised.
What was even less fun, though, (besides the thought of a rouge twelve-year-old boy) was the lack of people around you. Sure it was late, school was finished and the teenagers had cleared the food stalls and vendors and had already gone home, but it wasn't late enough that people would be tucking up in their homes already. The sun was still peaked beyond the horizon, casting pale light amok the city - The streetlights weren't even on yet, and yet the roads were emptier than a bucket with a hole in the bottom.
You weren't sure if that should make you feel relieved, or even more anxious than you already were.
Your first thought was a devil attack. They were common enough, and although the living embodiments of fear preferred more public areas (more fear to feed on, you assumed?) that didn't mean the weaker devils didn't slink around alleys like shifty cats when the darkness fell. And it was that thought exactly that kept you from calling out for help.
It was certainly a nerve-wracking thought, that was for sure, and a part of your new life that you weren't ever sure you were going to get used to. At least back home, devil attacks weren't nearly as common as they were 'round the streets of Kyoto. Sure, you'd go through attack drills like any other school, but luckily for you, you'd never had the misfortune of meeting one face-to-face on the streets. You couldn't even imagine the pure terror you might feel in that scenario - The pungent fear, the visceral pounding of your heart in your ears, the fight-or-flight instinct failing to kick in, maybe even the sickening, cloying stench of iron blood swarming your nose-
Huh. That wasn't good.
That sickly sweet, cloying iron scent of blood was swarming your nose.
You froze, rounding the corner, feet rooted to the ground. You almost flinched at the wet squelch that met your shoe instead of the steady tap against worn, greening concrete. Didn't have to look down to know that pools of blood were lapping seamlessly on your brand-new shoes. You didn't know what made you wince more, the price of the now ruined shoes, or the feeling of pungent fear that struck you at the unsightly view of bulging intestines flung around the wider street in front of you.
Gross - Disgusting. There was no immediate threat, you deduced after a second or two of not being attacked. No, the devil that made this mess (inadvertently or otherwise) was sprawled in the middle of the street, gangly, twisted, fuzzy and bulbous body blocking the road like the world's most horrific barricade. It wasn't moving, fur clogged with blood and flesh and guts only wavered with the faint breeze, but its sides didn't heave like it was breathing, although you weren't entirely certain that devils had to breathe. 'It could still be a trap' Was the thought that bullied its way to the forefront of your mind, and yet you still couldn't find it in yourself to move.
For the first time in what had to be a good long while since you'd left the store, you saw someone else. At first, your heart froze as the bee-like body of the devil shuddered and shook - It rolled onto its side, spilling more of its entrails onto the path. They slithered up to you sluggishly, like a trash heap toppling over, but the insectile face filled with jagged and snaggled teeth was blank as ever. There was no life behind those eyes, but you were more focused on the girl who'd effortlessly posed herself atop the body of the beast.
She wore a school uniform, you noticed, paired with an otherworldly cutlass held firmly in her right hand. The world around the two of you was eerily silent, ear-splitting and ringing in your mind. You clutched your bags a little tighter, the plastic crinkling, rustling ever so slightly in your fist.
The hunter whipped around to face you - She couldn't have been much older than you, but her darker hair framed her face fiercely, fire-ringed eyes glaring you down with such hostility that it almost gave you whiplash. She didn't budge from her spot, but her shoulders drew up tightly as she held her weapon in front of her defensively.
You just blinked - The smell of blood wasn't as pungent as when it first hit you, settling over you like a blanket. You just lifted your shirt, covering your nose as you waved the brooding, mysterious and most likely murderous stranger over to you. From where you stood, you could see the way she froze, face twisting from a scowl into confusion, before the crisscrossing scars on her face literally melted into her own skin, leaving her in perfect condition.
The sword clattered mutely against what looked like a misshapen lung, and the girl set her foot down firmly against the joint of a broken leg. It gave out immediately, and you could only watch as she yelped and tumbled haphazardly from the corpse into a pool of blood. The aura she'd been carrying up until that moment disappeared the second she looked up at you again. Her eyes no longer glowed like red-hot embers, mellow brown eyes looking nothing but defeated.
She shook herself once and heaved herself to her feet, shuffling over to your relatively clear patch on the fringe of carnage.
"Hello?" Her voice cracked awkwardly. You couldn't help but purse your lips sympathetically.
"Hey," You began, reaching into your pocket. Just your luck that you had a clean packet of tissues packed. "I was just wondering how to get back to the main road. I'm new to the area, and I'm kinda lost."
You offered her the tissues, and it looked like she was about ready to cry at the gesture.
"Oh, uh, sure. I could walk you," She froze, dabbing the blood from her cheek, "-only cause I also need to walk that way," Her face pulled into a grimace, and she subtly flinched as if someone was poking fun at her. She opened her mouth a few times, gaping like a fish before her face flushed red. Without another word, she hurried around the corner you'd just rounded, and you just followed without another word.
She didn't talk, never glanced in your direction to see if you were following her. You didn't mind, though, because you were just happy to see life slowly returning around you - Moreso the sounds of traffic and chatter and city ambience that you'd slowly lost over the past few hours. The joy of finally returning to a place you could somewhat navigate diverged your attention, so by the time you turned to at least thank your guide, she was already long gone.
It wasn't really your problem if she didn't want to stick around. What was your problem was the little brother you'd left at home by himself. You hoped that the apartment was still in one piece by the time you'd made it back.
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You finally visited the school. It certainly looked different teeming with student pushing and shoving their way to freedom. It also felt a lot different, seeing people your age running around in uniforms, talking to friends and passing by you without a second look. The uniforms, in particular, gave you a pause - They itched your brain in the most peculiar way until you remembered why. The same girl you'd met about a week ago, the one who'd slain the bee-like devil, had worn the very same uniform. Albeit, hers was doused in blood and cuts, it was no doubt the very same one.
That was a thought for later. You tapped your foot impatiently against the ground, waiting for your brother to finally make an appearance. You supposed his tardiness was payback for the time you got lost and spent hours wandering the backstreets of Kyoto, but you couldn't help but feel impatient.
He appeared a second later, thankfully, surrounded by a group of kids his age. It was nice to see him fitting in, especially after he'd only been going to his new school for about a week, although you had to admit it was funny seeing him freeze as soon as he saw you waiting at the front gate.
"Why are you here?" He scampered away from his group, looking more nervous than annoyed. You fixed him with a perpetually bored look.
"I came here to walk you home, idiot, why else? For shits and grins?" You quirked an eyebrow. He sighed and sagged his shoulders.
"But… I was gonna hang out with my new friends…" You gasped dramatically.
"And you were gonna make me walk home all by myself?" Your brother cringed. You felt nothing but satisfaction. With a sigh, you pat him on the shoulder.
"Just be back in time for dinner," You paused and set him with a stern expression. "And steer clear of devils, alright? I want you back in one piece."
He only gave you a big smile and a rushed thanks before running off, quickly rejoining his group. You shook your head and stretched your arms, noticing how quickly the crowds around you had thinned out around you.
"Oh, it's you again," You turned on your heel, coming face to face with the same, sharp-eyed dark-haired girl you'd briefly met a few weeks ago. Her face was riddled with scars again, clean cut, rough against her pale skin. You furrowed your brow, wondering if your memory was playing tricks on you.
"It's me? You were the girl who killed the devil, right?" You just had to make sure. She puffed up, eyes practically glowing orange and she fixed you with a pompous look.
"That's me. I'm an expert with any sort've melee weapon," She waved her hand as if shooing away an annoying insect from her ear. "But that's not why I came over here," Her eyes gleamed, "I was just wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me, y'know, have a walk around?"
You did a double-take.
The idea sounded nice, making a new friend, and there was a regular food vendor that you'd been meaning to try recently. But the idea of going with a stranger you'd really only just met set of alarms in your brain.
'However…' She was admittedly pretty. Those bright eyes that seemed to peer into your soul, a sharp, clean smile with long dark hair. 'Plus, it'll be in public, right? Plenty of other students and people around.'
"Yeah, sure, I have time," You missed the way her smile grew ever so slightly, stretching just further than a human could naturally.
However odd the situation was, you couldn't deny it was nice to finally have someone other than your brother to talk to. Admittedly, it was also odd how her bravado slipped the minute you turned to walk into the city, but you also found the marine life facts she sputtered out like she'd rehearsed were entertaining. She just seemed happy that you didn't seem bored out of your mind.
Asa Mitaka, you learned her name was. Wasn't usually one to talk to people, and she said it was a miracle she was able to muster up the courage to talk to you in the first place. She pointedly refused to make eye contact most of the time, which was fine in your opinion since at least the conversation was kept in a lively ebb and flow you weren't entirely used to.
She talked with an edge to her voice, not an annoyed one, but rather a nervous one. You didn't really want to ask about it, seeing as you used to do something similar when you were younger, however, Asa beat you to the punch.
"I don't have many friends - I had one before, but, well, she died in a devil attack not too long ago," She peered through a window store, just looking at the array of shoes that were for sale. "I mean, I haven't had many friends at all. Just the one." You stepped up next to her, but she just peered sadly beyond the glass.
Brown eyes. You squinted. Perhaps the light turned them orange. You once knew someone whose hazel eyes turned yellow under the light. Orange wasn't too far from brown.
"Maybe we can be friends," You asked, almost absentmindedly. Asa whipped around to stare at you, her mouth hanging open. Her eyes flickered back and forth - From your face, to behind you, maybe. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth nervously and didn't say anything.
That made your heart twist a little. Ouch.
Taking a break from the sun, the two of you were stopped at a vending machine under shade, grabbing a few drinks. It was mostly quiet aside from the sound of the machine working, clanging softly as coins were inserted. You were leaning against a wall when a little thing approached you out of the corner of your eye.
"Aw, cute. Kitty cat," You kneeled and reached out your hand, letting the feline sniff your fingers before it rubbed its head along your palm. Asa made a noise halfway between a choke and a squeak before shuffling a few paces backwards.
"Yeah, cute," She seemed preoccupied, whispering something urgently under her breath. Which was odd - You were going to ask if she was okay, but Asa was suddenly in your face before you could react, those same, orange-ringed eyes staring into your very being.
Orange. Not brown.
Preoccupied, a hot flush covered your face.
"Come with me. I wanna show you something cool," The bravado was back, oddly enough. No trace of the nervous high-schooler, but rather, the cool, confident and dangerous devil hunter you'd seen the first time you'd met eyes.
The change made you nervous, but also, you couldn't really say no to a pretty and confident girl asking you to come with her, especially when she'd been so heartening throughout your entire afternoon. She sealed the deal by taking your hand in hers, wrapping her lithe fingers confidently around your own in a way that made your heart thud errantly in your ribcage. Starved for human touch, you followed her as she tugged you along with enthusiasm.
It made butterflies tumble around in your chest, a sense of happiness and friendship you hadn't known in a while. It made you feel like a normal teen, running through the city with their friend, laughing happily together. You didn't have to care about making dinner, or phoning your parents in another country, or worrying about bills - You got to just run around without care plaguing your brain. You didn't care about the people you ran past, didn't even care as the streets thinned and people slowly appeared less and less around you. You didn't even realise that Asa had dragged you into something that was nothing less than an alley.
You only realised when she'd stopped laughing and was instead standing stock still between you and your freedom.
You also stopped laughing. Your heart dropped deep into your stomach.
"Ah, shit," You puffed, still catching your breath. "Well, I guess it was a dumb mistake to follow a stranger through the city." You tried to laugh away the atmosphere - You wanted to believe that you'd make it back home to see your family again, but somehow, seeing Asa's burning orange eyes made you doubt the chance that that would ever happen.
"Not surprised. Humans aren't the smartest," She offhandedly remarked, watching you like a dingo would watch a human baby. Although, no, that wasn't entirely right. There was a cold, analytical feeling behind it, not a sensation of hunger. But that word, the little indication - 'human.'
"You're a devil."
It was less a question and more of a statement. Asa smiled and cocked her head.
"A devil you couldn't even begin to fathom," Those same ringed eyes burned, pinning you to the wall. You furrowed your brow, gut-twisting and your neurotically swayed, judging how far you could possibly make it before she could close the distance.
"Lay it on me. I'm pretty smart," Were the dying words you chose to go with. However scary a devil she could be, Asa was also still in the body of a high-school girl. The sight wasn't particularly scary compared to the devils you'd seen in the past.
"You're bravado won't save. It certainly didn't save my host," Asa reached out her hand toward you, pinprick eyes staring you down with such complexity. The visage reminded you of an owl.
"I am not Asa," Asa began - "Asa is a part of me, and I am a part of her, yet, in the end, we are two different beings." You tilted your head.
"Then, who are you?" You shimmied against the wall, trying to perhaps slide your way to freedom.
Asa closed the distance instantly, digging her fingers into your scalp with such ferocity that you could feel it digging into bone with enough force to pin you to the spot, but not enough to shatter your skull instantly.
"I don't have a name, but I go by Yoru - The devil of war."
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"(Name). Spinal cord sword."
You held your breath.
Nothing happened.
Yoru furrowed her brow.
"(Name). Spinal cord sword."
Her face morphed into a scowl, and then a snarl.
You gave her a look, one that asked 'what the hell are you doing' and you knew she knew exactly what you were thinking.
"What the fuck - Why isn't it working?" She let you go, shoving you painfully into the wall. You were dazed, now had a sore head and probably a minor concussion, but you were alive and your limbs weren't twisted into a gorey weapon. Your eyes focussed just in time to see Asa, or Yoru? Punch a hole in the nearby brick wall.
"It's because of you!" Yoru shouted at a patch of empty air. "You and your stupid human feelings and your pathetic nature to fall in love with someone who shows you a smidge of kindness and your stupid nature infecting my mind! Sharing a body with you has done nothing but hinder me!"
Yoru howled and whined like a toddler, bashing her fists against the same wall she'd punched a hole through, clutched her hair with her face screwed up into a childish scowl. She whipped around to stare in the vague direction she'd done so before, her scowl deepening with her teeth bared in a snarl.
"I AM NOT STUPID!" And with that, the anger was gone. The scars were gone, too. Her eyes were a rich shade of brown, deep, with flecks of gold and faint rings that seemed reminiscent of the war devil's own eyes. You had no idea if it was the influence of the devil herself, or if Asa's (?) eyes naturally looked like that.
An ear-splitting silence settled over the scene. Asa slumped against the wall, curled into the pit of carnage Yoru had carved with her bare fists. She just sat there, staring blankly ahead, eyes hooded and squinted as if someone was yelling at her. You were in a similar boat, head pounding, trickling of blood dribbling from your hairline, down your face and dripping onto the concrete below.
"So," You hummed. Asa flinched, but she didn't stop staring into the empty air ahead of her. "What the fuck was that all about?"
"That, uh, was Yoru." She didn't say anything else.
"It's a long story," She offered, trying to pull her hair into a pair of twintails.
"Well, I have to make dinner. Fancy staying over?" The words were out of your mouth before you could even think about them. Why you were inviting the war devil over for dinner, or at least the host of the war devil, you had no idea. But you just had one question you really, really had to ask.
"Hey, do you know why she's such a baby?"
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"I'm heading out, be back soon!" Your brother yelled into the apartment, shrugging on a jacket.
"Don't fill up on junk food and don't talk to any weird devils, 'kay?" You yelled back. Your brother paused and looked at you before nudging his head in the direction of the other room. You scoffed.
"You know damn well what I mean!" Your brother laughed and locked the door behind him as he left.
Yoru appeared in the doorway as he left, a loaf of bread tucked under one arm with a slice hanging from her mouth.
"Where's he going?" The devil sat next to you at the kotatsu, absentmindedly watching whatever was playing on the tv set.
"To hang out with friends. He probably won't be back later so don't eat all the goddamn soba this time," You pointed your pen in her direction. The devil didn't seem particularly threatened, so you made a mental note to put aside a bowl for your brother.
"Hey, Yoru? Quick question," The devil grunted. "When will I see Asa again? Not that I don't appreciate your…" You paused and looked her up and down "Wonderful companionship, it feels weird to only see one of my girlfriends on a near daily basis."
Yoru scoffed and shrugged.
"When Mitaka can take control of this body, she's more than welcome to hang out with you," Yoru took the piece of bread she'd been eating and pressed it against your lips. You quirked an eyebrow but took a bite of the offered piece of bread. You decidedly didn't comment on her eating it plain, as last time resulted in a forty-minute tantrum including someone called 'Fami'.
After a moment of silence, Yoru stopped and grinned sharply. The same smile she gave you back in that alley all those months ago.
"Are you bullying Asa-" Yoru reached forward and grabbed you by both your wrists "-again?"
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"Yoru?" The war devil smirked like a bitch.
"Yeah?"
"You're doing this to tease Asa, aren't you?" Yoru only cackled.
"Perhaps."
Asa is crying and shaking at the end. She can't believe Yoru would do something like that in front of her.
First oneshot, so ofc I had to do the queen of cool herself, Quanxi. I'm absolutely weak for this woman.
➸ Quanxi + !Fem!Reader
➸ Word count; 2,093 words,
➸ Y'know, probably set sometime during part 2, but I wouldn't know when. No major spoilers aside from the fiends.
➸ No content warnings either. Just some hurt/comfort ♡ (Although I would say it's been a little while since I've written something, so it might be a little wonky 'cause I'm rusty). Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
Night befallen - Twinkling lights across a rather solemn concrete jungle, all blurred by the flurry of raindrops pinstriping against a benumbing glass pane. From up in your apartment, it all seemed like a well-put-together maze of harrowing misfortunes that seemed to follow almost every citizen of Kyoto. Somewhere down there was a family ruined by a devil attack, a partner mourning their lost loved one, children crying because their friends had been ripped away without explanation. All events that could happen to you at a moment's notice - The coin could flip and land heads up, and it would be lights out before you might even notice.
That was a thought that occasionally tickled your brain. Every few weeks or so, most likely foretold by a day's event. It could've been a devil attack that jostled your mind - or even just a shitty day at work. It always came at night specifically, though, which was absolutely perfect when you were trying to get to sleep.
It was sad to think about, the way people's lives were cut clean on such short notice, which is why you tried not to do that all too often. That wasn't as easy as it sounded, especially when, unlike the others who had to live with their chosen reality, you were pretty safe and well-off all things considered. It manifested in a welt of guilt swelling in your chest, and that was the reason when night fell like it had fallen all those times before, you still slept on and off, swaddled up in your bed.
No nightmares plagued you and no misfortune befell you, because you were wholly safe - Especially when you were wrapped in the arms of your girlfriend. Someone would have to be an idiot to attempt on your life; Devil, human or fiend, it didn't matter, because Quanxi would cut them down with scary proficiency like she'd done so many times in the past.
That was most nights, anyway. The warm feeling of safety and Quanxi would not lull you to sleep tonight. The bed was empty and cold, blankets strewn over the edge, pillows tossed and tucked under your head and over your arm. It wasn't that rare for Quanxi to be stuck deep in the alleyways working, but it didn't make you feel any less lonely.
Outside, the storm grew heavier. The windows rattled.
Every time the rain stuck your window, every time the wind pulled against the structure of your building, every time a piercing howl or screech cut through the veil, you felt yourself flinch into the comfort of your plush duvet. You were safe, that you knew, but it was an instinct in every human to fear devils or something. At least, it felt instinctual for you, because being scared of creatures and beings that craved your pain sort've felt natural.
Although, among the melody of the stormed city, there was another sound hidden amongst all the others. Beyond the furious tapping of the rain, the whirling of the wind, the honks of traffic and whatever far-away noises plagued the world surrounding you, there was one, tiny, sharp sound that ricocheted in your ears. It would've been so easy to miss it, and yet you couldn't help but zero in on it like a homing beacon.
Like the sound of a bird tapping curiously at the glass, similar to a singular dense raindrop pattering against the frame or the friendly waving of your houseplants' leaves drawn to the beaming sun.
Or, even perhaps, if you stretched the idea far enough, like an arrowhead plinking against rain-pattered glass.
You chuckled. That thought was a bit overly specific, although not for lack of reason. However, if it was the arrowhead, it was better to go check, just to make sure.
The floor was startlingly cold underneath your bare feet, enough to make you wince, but not enough to send you back under your blankets. The window wasn't far, after all, a few paces to your left. You could already see her figure staunchly squatted on the windowsill, her back to the wind with her hair whipped back and forth.
Quanxi was without her swords, clean of blood and grime but drenched from head to toe from the storm.
You yawned and cracked open the window, letting her slink silently, almost peacefully, from the rugged weather outside into the comfort of your twilight bedroom.
"Quanxi?" Her name was soft on your lips. She stilled in front of you, mouth drawn into a thin line, twitched downward at the corners. She was an enigma, one you were slowly unwrapping and figuring out for yourself. A mystery that only let her guard for one person, and that one person was you.
She didn't say anything, only shrugged off her suit jacket and wrapped her cold, muscled arms around you, tugging you into an embrace that smelled strongly of men's cologne - Cedar and cashmere, underlined by a tinge of bloody iron and sharp rain. The way she twitched softly, fingers digging inwards as she tugged you closer, twining them into your hair as she sweetly kissed your forehead. Protective, anxious, almost lost seaming.
Also, as you may've mentioned, she was thoroughly drenched - Carrying a sheen of rain, heavy enough to dampen your clothes and chill your skin as well. Usually, you would've laughed at the action, maybe called her silly as she rolled her eyes playfully, cracking a rare smile. But tonight was not the night, tinged with sadness and longing. It was a sense in her eye, and in the way she held you so close and dear to her heart, literally and metaphorically.
You sighed and kissed whatever part of her you could reach - Cold skin dappled with raindrops. Quanxi sighed softly, melting ever so slightly as the heat from your love and the room thawed her bones.
"Go have a shower," You murmured into her. Quanxi grunted.
"Don't wanna." You rolled your eyes and gently shoved her in the direction of your bathroom. She battered her eyelashes at you, pursed her lips and set you with a look that would've made you shake if it weren't for the emphasised pout she gave you.
"You're freezing. Go have a shower," You pointed accusingly at her, which prompted nothing more than a quirked eyebrow. A part of you was more than glad that Quanxi was home again, but another, more tired part of you didn't want to deal with her stubbornness at one in the morning.
"You are not getting in that bed freezing cold and wet," You didn't wait for her to respond, verbally or otherwise, and instead returned to the lukewarm embrace of your bed and blankets. The almost silent pattering of Quanxi's footsteps out of the bedroom, echoing into the bathroom. The spattering of shower water followed soon after, steam billowing out from the door and spilling into the hallway.
You sniffled and rolled over, burrowing your face into the nearest pillow. Time seemed like an infallible concept as you listened to the sounds of rapid water showering across tiles. The repetitive lapping sound filled your senses, a subtle humidity filled the apartment, scents of soap and petrichor pleasantly swarmed your nose. The minutes slipped through your fingers, metaphorically, sleep weighing on your eyelids. You blinked, and it seemed in a moment Quanxi had re-entered the room with a slicked-back mess of wet silver atop her head and a towel in hand.
She blinked once and held out the towel in a silent question. You yawned and slid out of bed a second time that night, following your girlfriend into the bathroom.
Resting in front of the mirror, Quanxi closed her eye in contentment as you worked the water from her hair, patting it down to get the most of the water out. That itself was no easy feat, so, being as tired as you were, you whipped out the hairdryer. It was a loud, ebbing sound in your ears, but you couldn't give a crap as you watched the stress slowly seep from the muscles in Quanxi's shoulders.
"How often do you brush your hair?" You murmured against the back of her head. The brush in your hand was snagged against another knot. If Quanxi heard your question, she didn't make any motion that she would answer it - Instead, her fingers traced over the lace of her favourite choker. Even as you worked the kinks out of her hair, smoothing her silver locks till they were smooth and dry enough that your pillows wouldn't be wet in the morning, you couldn't help but notice that her attention would never drift from the fabric.
Hair dried, Quanxi insisted she would be fine to just slip into some pyjamas. You pointedly didn't point out the gooseflesh skittering up and down her arms and instead kissed her behind her ear before leaving for the bedroom for what you hoped was the last time.
The bed was cold. You sniffled and sighed, pulling the blankets over your head as you scavenged together the various pillows that had been tossed all over the bed. You only resurfaced once the click of the bedroom door opening resounded throughout the otherwise pin-drop silence, Quanxi silently walked in afterwards.
Her shoulders were bare, the only part that way highlighted by the sliver of moonlight escaping through the tumultuous clouds. She cast a look in your direction, eyepatch now removed. You didn't even flinch at the empty hole in her face, but rather, your eyes were drawn to the lace collar still firmly twined around her neck.
Quanxi seemed off. Her fingers brushed slowly over the lace as she pulled a shirt over her head.
"Do you miss them?" You'd spent enough time just watching her, listening to the sounds Quanxi made and studying the way she worked. You could tell when she was disheartened, sad even, in the most minuscule meaning of the word. Even if it did feel like a stab in the dark, the moment she stilled for more than a second settled your thoughts.
"Sometimes. Yes," Quanxi finished getting dressed, suddenly seeming a lot smaller without her loose ponytail. Silver cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, tangled and shining as she shimmied into bed next to you.
You knew about her fiends. They all were important to Quanxi, held near and dear in her heart, especially in death. You'd never met them, but you had no qualms with Quanxi keeping a few pictures on hand (and in your apartment). Perhaps in another life, you would've lived side by side with them, all a part of Quanxi's little self-made family. Your big bed certainly would've been useful in that case, six warm bodies all snuggled up under the blankets on a night like tonight.
As selfish and greedy as it sounded, there was a little part of you that was happy to have Quanxi all to yourself. Still, you just gave her a small smile, tired, and pulled her into your embrace.
Quanxi didn't cry. You didn't think anything in this world could make Quanxi cry, but she was shaking. Small, violent tremors that you wouldn't have felt if it weren't for the fact she was pressed against the pulse point in your neck. Your arms circled her neck, loosely looped around her warmth as your wrists rested gently against the cloth of her choker - A sensation that made your skin itchy, but, with your girlfriend planted firmly in your embrace, you were not willing to move a muscle. It was a rarity that Quanxi let you hold her so openly, so closely, her face pressed against you in such a manner your legs had to tangle together underneath the sheets.
Her breaths rolled over you in uneven puffs, heat against your skin in a way that pleasantly tingled and instilled a feeling of drowsiness. It was peaceful, in a sense of the word, and you were more than willing to let sleep take you. Nestled up against her, head held carefully in your arms with her warmth a constant ebb and flow against the biting chill outside, you couldn't help but answer the lulling call of sleep.
Quanxi pursed her lips, feeling your breath even out below her ear. It felt comfortable, soothing even. Although she knew she wouldn't sleep tonight (she hardly ever did anymore), spending the time listening to the rain outside, the pulsing of your heart all while she tried to bury the memories of her past deep within her subconscious.
