#🌸. Pressed For the Memories { Saved! }

[ladytsunadehime]

swiggity swooty

ur a cutie

and also an EXCELLENT writer

and also a nerd :3

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiiii I was looking to see if your request is open but couldn’t find it so I’ll just drop it here and feel free to write it :) I love your writings! 🌸

May I ask for batboys reacting to shy reader who wants them to lie down on her lap after their long day. She wants to praise them, play with their hair and shower them with kisses :0 thank you!

Dick:

Would rest his head on your lap regardless of whether you asked him to do not, your lap was the perfect pillow for him and he will not have it any other way.

‘Hi baby.’ He greets as he beams up at you from the comfort of your lap.

‘Hi honey, long day?’ You greeted back, your hands already finding their way into his hair and began to comb through it slowly as he hums, burrowing himself closer to you as a means to feel more of you against him.

‘Yeah but it’s nothing I can’t handle.’ Dick replied and smiled wide when you kissed his cheek before kissing his nose, and felt his heart melt upon giggling you giggling when he scrunched up his face.

‘Is there nothing that my handsome man can’t do?’ You asked sarcastically as you pressed a kiss to his other cheek. ‘Or is he just the most perfect man in existence?’

Dick made a face at this. ‘Have you maybe considered that this handsome man of yours has an amazing, wonderful and beautifully cute spouse waiting at home for him as inspiration?’ He looks at you with a raised brow.

‘I’m the one who’s meant to be praising you tonight, not you praising me.’ You chuckled as you peppered his face in small, quick kisses that had Dick reaching a hand to the back of your head, holding you close so he could give you a plethora of kisses of his own.

‘Well what if we could just both praise the other tonight.’ Dick said against your lips.

‘I can deal with that.’ You replied as you spent the rest of the night whispering sweet nothings to one another and trading kisses.

Jason:

Your lap was his save haven after a long and tiresome day from having to listen to Bruce critique his way of ridding crime out of Gotham. So he wasn’t going to refuse your affection, not when you shyly patted your lap as an invite to rest his head and looking cute whilst doing so.

God had his permission to smite him to his second death should he actually refuses your requests to coddle him and shower him in all your love and adoration.

If anything the days where you offered up your lap to him were the best days of his entire life as he got to spend it looking up at an absolute angel that he was lucky enough to call his own.

‘How’s my gorgeous jay birdie feeling today?’ You asked as you kissed his along his jaw and stopping when you got to his chin.

‘I’m feeling fantastic now that I’m with you sweetheart. How about you.’ He replied back as he looked up at you with his pretty eyes that he knew made you weak. Jason only wanted to give you back the love and support that you give him on a daily basis tenfold, for it’s what you truly deserved in his eyes.

He loved you too much to allow you to settle for mediocrity.

‘I’m feeling much better now my strong, brave boy has come home to me safe and one less bruise to ice.’ You responded with a lighthearted chuckle as you lifted up one of his large hands and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before resting your cheek against it to commemorate his warmth and callouses to memory.

‘Don’t come at me with that sweetheart, I know you love icing my bruises, especially when they’re on my abdomen.’ Jason cheeked as he winked at you, taking pure enjoyment out of seeing your flustered face. It was a much needed breath of fresh air coming home to sweet, caring you from the cold, unforgiving outside and he cherished every bit of it for as long as he could.

‘Meanie.’ You murmur, booping him on the nose.

‘Meanie? How am I being mean chipmunk, I know how much you love my abs and my thighs.’ Jason chuckled as he booped your nose in retaliation. ‘Why do you think I never skip leg day?’

‘You’re more than perfect the way you are Jason,’ you countered, ‘perfect body or not you’re still my jay birdie. Forever and always.’ You whispered the last part as you pressed a sweet tender kiss to his lips as he smiled in response.

Tim:

He always finds himself perpetually tired from working himself to the bone, so when you offered up your lap for him to rest, the poor man practically sighed in relief, almost as if he were a man dying of thirst in the desert; finally having found the oasis he had been wandering aimlessly for.

‘You don’t know how much I needed this.’ Tim groans as he made himself comfortable in your lap, trying his hardest to not to close his eyes right then and there from the prepping of light kisses you were scattering across his forehead and under his eyes.

Gosh he hates how weak he gets from your little kisses but would die a little on the inside if you didn’t.

‘I’m sure I can take a guess.’ You said sweetly as you ran your hand through his hair. ‘You’ve been overworking yourself so much lately that I rarely see you as much,’ Tim’s stomach dropped upon hearing this but let you finish speaking, ‘but when I do see you it always makes me happy knowing that you’re okay.’ You then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

‘I’m sorry for-‘ you cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips, muttering a soft ‘don’t. Don’t blame yourself for things you can’t control.’

‘But I can control it!’ Tim exclaimed. ‘It’s not fair on you to exhaust yourself on me every night after patrol and still find it within yourself to take care of me…I don’t deserve any of it as it feels as though I’m taking advantage of you somehow.’ Tim trailed off as he looked away for you as guilt are away at him.

‘Tim,’ you called, ‘my sweet Tim as long as I know your okay and come home to me every night, then I don’t care how long I have to stay up just catch a glimpse of your handsome face.’ You reassured him as you kissed his jawline softly, and Tim felt himself weaken under your words and affection as he looked back up at you.

‘You really mean that?’ He asked almost quietly.

‘I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it with all my heart my sweet, smart boy.’ You said while pressing a singular kiss to his forehead.

[strawberrynightmere]

Hi! Can I make a request? I simply loved the fanfic you made of Andrew and Ashley as cats! I think it would be very comical to live with these two as cats, can I ask you for a sequel? Like with Andrew suffering from love for the reader and also with his yandere tendencies to keep every man away from the reader?

Ask and you shall receive.

Also, I appreciate that there are people interested my work

Bad Cats!!! [Part 2]

Warning ⚠️ : yandere tendencies and such, reader has bad memory i guess, I don't know how to put up warnings, so read at your own risk

A/n: Sorry, it wasn't exactly what you expected it to be.

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Finishing the project that your incompetent boss pushed onto you, press save and close your work laptop, and you stretch to relive your aching muscles.

"Meow!" Oops. You accidentally woke up Andrew, but he didn't jump off your lap like any normal cat. He just continued cuddling up to you. Andrew was not a normal cat, personality-wise. Where Ashley was the classic feral street cat that turned into those stereotypical house cats.

Lately, you've been having a reoccurring dream about being in an embrace of a guy with black hair and green eyes whispering something that you can't really remember. Something about him felt familiar, but you couldn't really figure out what.

When you told Nina about this, the only thing she said was; "He sounds hot. Maybe that's your soulmate." Why you still confide in her is a whole other mystery. However, when you told Julia about your reoccurring dream, she said, "It's weird that you remember it in detail." And that's true, you don't remember most of your dreams, but when you do, it's always blurry.

Well, whatever. you have chores to do, and you can't procrastinate. Carefully taking Andrew off of your lap and got to work. Funny enough, neither Ashley nor Andrew reacted to the vacuum. They just left the room.

Those two are such strange cats.

Once you finished the chores, you were about to make dinner, but it seemed that you were missing a few ingredients, which was weird because you were sure there was enough from yesterday.

Oh, well. It's time to buy more. Before you head out the door, you announce to the cats that you'll be out for a bit. You lock the door and leave to the supermarket.

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Now, it was just Andrew and Ashley left there. Neither of them changed from their cat forms, but you could see the look Andrew was giving Ashley.

"What?" She asked, there was no answer. "If she didn't want anyone to eat it, she should've put a sign or something."

"She already thinks we're strange. She doesn't need to know that one of us turns human just to raid her fridge while she's sleeping." Andrew decided to break his judgmental silence, and that was pretty hypocritical of him considering what he dose.

Ashley rolled her eyes at her brother. She didn't find this to be a big deal. Besides, you weren't suspicious of anything. But it seemed that that wasn't the reason for his grumpy attitude.

And Ashley noticed that.

"Listen, if you're still hung up on the fact that she might find someone and metaphorically ride into the sunset with them. Why don't you just... "Tie her down to you."...?" Andrew continued to stare at her blankly.

That was kind of irritating her.

"God! Do I have to spell it out for you? Get. Her. Pregnant!"

Andrew was shocked, to say the least.

Ashley decides to defend her answer. "I mean, if you don't want those hussies taking her, that is."

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That was a stupid idea, Andrew shook his head and left. Ashley rolled her eyes again at his "dramatic" behavior.

What kind of situation would he be put in to make that kind of decision?

It was a crazy idea.

He's better than that.

Is he, though?

A/n: I could've done better than that, but I hope you enjoyed it.

[applesauce-and-applejacks]

Spring Things!

With the new season brings so many fun activities and things to explore! What all are you going to do?? :0

Get some chalk and draw on sidewalks near you! Can you make the sun? ☀️What about a flower? 🌸And don't forget about hopscotch!

Ride a bike 🚲

Make your own bubble solution and make some pretty bubbles 🫧

Start a new plant! Watch it grow from a seed to sprouts to a full plant! Maybe you can even sketch what the plant looks like each day, you're so good at drawing! 🎨

Visit a nearby park! Extra points if you have a state/national park near you!

Collect rocks and paint them, then hide them around! A lot of people like to find little treasures on their walks, and many neighborhoods will have their own rock painting community. Let's get creative! 🖌🖌

Is it really spring without a zoo visit?? :0

If you're able to, check out the blooming flowers in your area! What color are they? How big are they? For a fun activity, find a few and press them in a big booklet to save! 🌷💐

Feed some ducks

Check out cute lil books from your local library - you can always say its for babysitting or a niece/nephew. Plus, you're supporting your local library!

rain or shine, its always picnic weather 🧺 Grab a blankie, some snacks and some friends (especially stuffie friends) and have some fun memories with your food!

I always like fruits n veggies as snacks, but take this time to make them fun shapes! Apple bunnies, flower strawberries, star bananas, the options are limitless!

Jump in the fun fun puddles!!

And never forget, you're full of sunshine inside and out! Wherever you go you'll bring spring with you 💞💞💞

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Snippet for the shared injuries au ! It was gonna be more pure fluff but I realized their injuries would hold implications lmao

Please enjoy reading ! Reblogs always appreciated 🌸

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It is simply a well known fact of the universe by now. Soulmates are those who share the deepest connections, destined to meet and realize their unwavering love; and, those soulmates can recognize each other by the wounds they share. It's guessed that soulmates sharing their wounds represents their loyalty, the conviction to stand with their partner and share themselves. Everyone knows this.

Gill couldn't remember this fact, it had to be explained to her in full then. Of course, it was the best explanation anyone had for why a girl with no memories had scars covering almost her whole body as she had. 

Essentially the only spot without a dozen scars on Gill was her left arm, which had just a couple underneath the boundary of one circling her bicep; she was told that kind of soulmate scarring likely meant they'd had that arm severed, same with the ones on both her legs as well. Whoever her soulmate is, she was told, must flirt with trouble itself daily.

She couldn't remember any of the scars she awoke with; had no idea how many are from her soulmate or how either of them received them as she remembered almost nothing. It barely took any time for her to get more scars though, cuts and bruises would appear on her most every day whether she hurt herself or not. Most people felt bad for her; to have such an accident prone soulmate that left her with only scars, but Gill never thought of it that way. With each new injury, she would only gently touch it after it had been tended to and think of caressing her soulmate's wounds, and when she presses a kiss to her injuries she imagined kissing a kiss to their injuries.

She did her best to stay uninjured. Though, training with her master, who proved to be quite the brutal instructor, had her constantly apologizing mentally to her future partner. It was mostly only bruises she received during training, though occasionally a cut would strike her too. As a bounty hunter and in general, since she's tiny her fighting style mainly centered around the single idea of not getting hit. She stayed back and focused on distanced fighting, since while she was strong she could be overpowered by someone substantially larger than she is. Though, she did get injured more often, it thankfully wasn't the most frequent occurrence however. Save a few fights, mostly just scrapes and bruises if she got into actual close quarters fights. Either way, she apologized to her mysterious accident prone future partner each time.

She hadn't considered the strange man she decided to help as potentially being her soulmate when she'd stepped in for his sake; she'd only wanted to lend a hand and getting to hear that soft voice introduce the man as Vash happened to be an unforseen benefit. The cuts she received in the first fight they fought together she merely believed to be her own. Deciding to travel together was the best benefit of the day.

She fell in love before realizing he was her soulmate. She'd felt a twisting sense of anxiety when she felt herself falling, feeling as if she was betraying a person she hadn't met. But when she saw Vash get a cut and felt the same injury ooze fresh blood herself, she knew that there was nothing to apologize for. Vash is her soulmate. Elation and joy filled her, to know someone that wonderful is her soulmate. 

That joy stayed, but before she could tell him what she realized she remembered a conversation they'd had. Something she hadn't thought of.

"I'm pretty sure I have no soulmate." Vash had confessed. "And if I'm being truthful, part of me is relieved. I have too much to run from, I doubt I could be capable of treating a soulmate like they deserve to be; I'm not fit for love."

She felt that wasn't exactly true, but it told her something. Vash would feel more harm than excitement knowing they were soulmates, knowing each time he allowed himself to be injured it hurt her too. She couldn't tell him, just not then. Eventually, when he was more secure in himself and felt less tortured by whatever glimmered dark behind his gaze, she would tell him.

She hid her feelings and her scars. She always managed to dodge Vash helping clean any injuries, kept biting back on the ragged pain of gashes he wore to not reveal she felt it like him. She hid her emotions deftly, or perhaps he also just hadn't wanted to notice.

Her friends discovered the bond. Meryl roomed with her too often to not. Roberto was too eagle eyed to not notice. Wolfwood saw her flinch when Vash ran from shots. They pushed her to reveal this, but kept quiet at her asking.

Vash and Gill ran from an outlaw they'd managed to provoke in the crumbling town. Seperate for the time being, Gill found herself cornered. Out of ammo and no extras on her, she fought with her fists and spun kicks at her attacker, her signature long chain attached to her guns giving her help. Her opponent was certainly adept with the knife he brandished, skillfully dodging and slashing towards her.

He spun, pivoting on his foot as he prepared to lunge forward and attack her. Her back to the wall, she steadied her hands, ready to try disarming him. 

Then it became unnecessary; a blur of a red coat and sunshine hair bodied her attacker, grabbing hold of the wrist of the hand holding the weapon. Vash growled, wrestling with the attacker while they attempted to regain control of their knife. Vash is strong, she knew that though she couldn't help but worry.

"Vash ! Watch out !" She yelled out.

Vash grunted, the attacker slippery and not letting Vash get them in any sort of hold. "Run away !" He barked, attention of his battle. "I can handle this guy !"

"What? I can't do that !" She started to charge forward; if she helped Vash pin them it'd be safer that way ! She faltered at a stinging cut across the back of her hand, blood welling and slipping out in its wake. She wasn't cut, Vash was. 

She thought to hide her hand, but as she winced her eyes locked on his. He'd spun at the exact opportune second to see her. She knew from his face; he saw the cut appear from seemingly nothing, right when his hand was sliced. The attacker struggled in his grasp, bur for a second Vash looked like he couldn't tell he was fighting anybody. He just stared, eyes big and dare she call it horrified beneath their surface, as sound faded and he realized what that meant for them. The connection they share.

The attacker knocked into Vash, and he regained his sense to redouble his efforts in the fight. "Hurry and run ! Get away, now !" He yelled again.

She froze. "Vash, I'm." What? Sorry? 

Gill had pride in her skills. She knew she wasn't weak, but today she would say she's a coward. The shock of knowing Vash had figured everything out had her rooted in place. But when he commanded her to run, she couldn't help herself and thought only to hide herself, running away instead of helping him.

She raced around empty streets, sand flying in her wake. She only stumbled to a stop minutes later, falling in a heap behind a broken, small wall. Her eyes stung from the sand. Except, it wasn't sand in her eyes but fat, rolling tears. They fell to ground, soaking into the sand beneath her. How foolish of her.

She pulled her knees towards her, hugging them. Her hand continued to bleed and the cut became irritated from the sand in it, but she wasn't caring. He knew now. He knew they are soulmates. He probably also realized now that she already knew and hadn't told him. He'd probably call her a liar. She wasn't sure he'd want anything to do with a soulmate who kept that stuff hidden; she couldn't picture anyone wanting something like that.

Her tears slid off of her cheeks. She clutched the wrist of her injured hand, too tight. Maybe she should've told him the second she had realized their bond. But she just hadn't been able to; everytime she'd tried her throat felt like it had closed. She was a coward, now and then. She'd feared his rebuff, the sad look he'd give as he told her soulmate or no that he couldn't love her. She hadn't wanted him to leave her again.

She sat and cried amidst those circling thoughts for minutes upon stretched minutes. She hadn't heard the calls of her name at first as she was simply too distracted. She only heard it when it was spoken right beside her.

"Ah, Gill?" She looked, and Vash stood there. He towered above her where she was sitting, one hand on the wall and shielding her from the hot sun light. His expression was wide eyed and he looked a little breathless. He must have been running around, trying to find her it appeared. She curled tighter on herself; she felt bad enough and now she'd worried him more by making him guess where she'd hid. Vash slowly slid into a crouch next to her. He eyed her bleeding hand; he reached his own out towards it, and she could see he'd quickly wrapped a small piece of cloth around his cut before coming to look. "Does your hand hurt that bad?" He asked her, voice quiet like he worried it might shatter fragile glass.

She shook her head timidly. He's referring to her tears. "It's not my hand." She mumbled. After a pause, she also said. "You know exactly how much this cut hurts."

Vash flinched, just slightly. His gaze flicked to his hand, then right back to her's. He brought himself closer and, without her objecting, he gingerly grabbed her hurt hand. Holding it with his right, his prosthetic hand caressed her's with the same care; a light sliding of the back of his fingers, the metal warm and smooth. He wiped away some of the blood; the injury wasn't deep, though it stung a decent amount. He stared at her hand, thoughts stewing behind his gaze. Finally, he spoke again. "I'm not upset."

She looked from her knees back to his face. Though, currently his eyes were just on her hand. "You aren't?"

Vash shook his head. "Not at all." He chuckled, a little melancholy. "Definitely not at you." A sigh followed. "I can kind of guess why you'd hide that."

She hummed, just glad he's not pissed. "That's good." Her shoulders fall in relief.

Vash sits back, thumping quietly on the wall. "Yeah, I mean I wouldn't want me as a soulmate. Can't imagine how much I've hurt you without realizing; it makes total sense you'd not acknowledge the bond."

She pauses. Then, his meaning fully registers and she's surging forward. Now, Gill grabs his hands. "No, Vash; that's not why ! I wasn't trying not to acknowledge it !"

He's taken back by her insistence. "What, you weren't? Then, why?" He seems genuinely confused if he was wrong.

"It's, well, I was just scared. Not of you ! I was afraid that you wouldn't like me being your soulmate. You let yourself be reckless because you thought you had no soulmate to hurt, and though I hated you being harmed, I also knew realizing you have one would simply make you feel bad for letting them get hurt. You always seemed seconds away from getting crushed under the weight you shoulder, I never wanted to add anything to it." She bites her lip, the points of her teeth denting the plush surface, eyes on the dirt. Quickly, she lifts her head, eyes ablaze with a resolution. "I was just scared of you trying to pull away ! But it never had anything to do with not appreciating you. Vash, I love being your soulmate !" It's the first time she's acknowledged it actually out loud. For years, their soulmate bond has been a secret, chained and locked and set aside; but now, the fact is free and it's amazing. She can finally actually say it.

Vash's face is pink with a blush. He looks like he has to restart his senses before he finds something to say. "I've hurt you." He is nearly pleading for her to turn back, a final chance to push him back.

"I've hurt you too." She smiles, her decision made years ago. "We should take care of each other; you can wrap my injuries and I can wrap your's too. I know what being with you means, and it's not much different than what we are already. Vash, you can run as much as you need to; you wouldn't have a soulmate without the stamina to match." She squeezes his hands, right. She'd been terrified of Vash leaving her after discovering they're each other's true soulmate. But he knew now, which just meant she couldn't let him. She wouldn't let him leave just to try to protect her. She needs him to see it, her feelings for the one and the only gunman Vash the Stampede.

Vash's shoulders jump. His lip wobbles, almost unnoticed before he bites onto it. "You're unbelievable." He shudders; emotions well inside his eyes, more raw and crushingly vulnerable than he usually allows from himself. His own hands tighten in her's, trembling as they squeeze. He pulls Gill into a tight hug, hands grasping at her back like she's his shelter inside a howling sandstorm. "Thank you." For accepting him, for choosing him, there's countless meanings she reads.

She presses herself to him, hands gripping him with enough strength to keep herself there amidst the fiercest storms. Her nose buries into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. He smells of love.

They pull back after a couple minutes just enough to gaze at each other. "The feeling's mutual, darling." She sniffles.

They stand simultaneously, hands on each other's forearms. Tenderly, Vash uses a sleeve to wipe the dried tears off her cheeks. 

Vash's hand drifts to the base of her neck. His grip is warm. He holds her like she's more vital than water, and his eyes almost made her look away from the adoration they directed her way. "And to be straight; if anyone could be my soulmate, I'm glad that it's you, Gill."

Vash leads her back to their room. His hand pressing into her back, warmth seeping between her shoulders.

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Vash was abuzz as he guided them back to their room. He explained as they went he'd left their attacker unconscious though it wouldn't be too long before they woke and came after them and it'd be probably be best to get out as soon as Meryl, Roberto, and Wolfwood returned. They'd taken the car for a bit a while ago but would be driving here by now.

He kept looking towards Gill, sneaking glances again and again while walking. He felt a bit light headed, but it wasn't bad. He'd thought for nearly two hundred years that he no longer had a soulmate. As a child, he knew he had one. Rather, he'd realized he'd had one then.

The long, precise scars fit in smoothly with the dozens of scars he'd acquired; but those weren't wounds he'd gotten. They'd appeared on him frequently, the wounds often deep and prodding. His back had cuts that would be reopened, and his arms would be bandaged periodically. His soulmate was injured like she was some sort of experiment, and it'd made him seethe when he connected that.

Those scars now cover his body. It'd been decades since he'd gotten anything linked to that soulmate. He'd assumed that he simply no longer had a soulmate; hed feel upset about that sometimes, but convinced himself to be glad no one is forced to stick by him. But now, it seems he'd gotten a new soulmate. It's happened, some people get multiple, and decades later he's been shown the greatest kindness he could picture. Someone granted him a best friend and his soulmate.

His stomach twisted. Worry knawed at his mind despite her reassurance, worry he'd ruin the person he cares about if she stays just because they're both soulmates. But he trusts her and knows deep within that no one but her could match his stride; he can believe they were made to be together as a duo.

The thought allowed some tension to leave him. To cowardly to look at her but craving something he couldn't place now, he blindly grabbed for her hand while they walked. His prosthetic fingers interlocked with her's and he felt her jump. He was about to wrench his hand back, preparing his profuse apologies, when she gripped back too. Her slender fingers squeezing the metal of his prosthetic. At that second he wanted to punch himself for not walking on her other side; because the feeling he gets from his metal limb is minimal and he wanted more than most anything then to feel the full warmth of her touching him. Later, he reminds himself as he squeezes her gentle hand, he can hold her with his other hand more later as well.

They make it to their room; a dirty, mostly empty place with their bags in the corner. They'd only come her briefly and there weren't any hotels around here which meant just light breaking and entering to a building that's been unoccupied a while. It worked decently.

Vash finally turned to Gill now. "How about you sit for a little bit? I can grab the alcohol and bandages."

"Sure, Vash." She quickly looks away after glancing into his eyes, her face pink. Has she always looked this cute? He's seen her most days for years, but he'd never allowed himself to dwell long on her looks. It would've made not falling in love much trickier then.

He stops, mid grabbing the stuff. Did he love her? He could feel the truth to it the second he asked. Fuck, he loves her. Obviously she's his soulmate and that typically translates into romance, but he hadn't thought about it. They aren't dating yet, he's fairly sure. But that yet makes him shiver. He wants her; wants her in every way she is kind enough to allow him to have her. Wants to protect her from anything that might hurt her. Wants to make her smile. Wants to devote himself entirely to her. He loves her. He loves her, he knows it.

Vash clumsily gets the stuff, turning back around to look at Gill on the bed. His throat bobs. He takes shaky steps towards her, willing his legs not to be jello as he views her anew. "Got it. Now, let's wrap your hand." He gives a nervous smile, gesturing with the bottle and wrapping he holds in each hand.

She smiles back, and he thinks it matches his own. "Only if you let me do yours after."

He laughs; of course she'd be prioritizing him. "Yeah, you can wrap mine." 

He kneels before her, deft fingers taking care of her tenderly. And when he's satisfied he gives the injury a kiss, soft and lingering just a couple seconds. When it's her turn, she treats him with the same care, gentle fingers and soothing touches like how he held her hand. He can barely believe he hadn't seen her feelings before or his own. He trembles at the sweet touch of her lips on the bandages.

He turns his hand, holding his rough palm to her soft cheek. How was he able to deny being in love from the first time he laid eyes on her, when locking eyes with her is like tumbling head first into a ravine he had no chance of climbing out of again. He never wanted to try. He wanted to fall and fall and fall deeper into her embrace.

"How's your hand?" He asks, half just to hear her respond.

"It's better." She says, her head nestling onto his palm. He thinks nothing has felt better in his hands before her. She brings her own to hold the back of his. The wrapping she wears shifting quietly when it rubs with his. 

He realizes he's yet to see her without her jacket or concealing stockings. Years of being friends, and not to say he's any sort of scoundrel constantly thinking about it, but he's never seen her with any fewer layers than she wears now, he's almost sure.

She'd bandaged many of his wounds before; she's seen nearly all his own scars. But now, he realizes that she's never shown herself to be wounded to him. He's never bandaged a cut if her's, none before her hand. He realizes that it was to ensure he wouldn't see that her scarring mirrored his. For every wound she helped him bandage and for every one he tried to hide, she had to have been clamping back on her own. He felt crashing waves of anger at himself; he should've noticed she was hurt.

Her clothing had changed slightly not long after she'd met him. It became more concealing, allowing her to hide scars and new blood stains. And convinced as he was that he was without a partner, he hadn't questioned it a bit.

He swallowed thickly. Before he could chicken out of asking, he voiced his thoughts. "Can I see the scars?" He asks her.

She pauses, and he sees some panic in her gaze, but it's quickly blinked off. "Are you sure?" She asks, and he knows that she already knows he is absolutely.

When he confirms it, she slowly goes to her boots. He backs off a bit as she takes them both off her feet, then her holsters and then the stockings, and with each inch of her legs she reveals he sees scars carving them. She removes her jacket after, and more jagged scarring reveals themself. She curls her shoulders in a. It looks like she feels naked with those shed layers and he feels bad already and has an urge to just tell her she can cover herself amidst hurried sorries. The scars he sees hold his tongue though; because he knows them each.

He sucks in a sharp gasp, his eyes roaming her. He knows gasping would probably make her feel self and knowing his own confidence issues surrounding his scars he shouldnt do something to shame her. The sound is involuntary, drawn out by the pain of seeing what hes done to the most lovely woman he knows. The only unfamiliar scars are on her left arm and legs, recent wounds that can't appear on the prosthetics. There's a decent amount, and as he stares he realizes many look like self defense wounds. These were definitely gathered after getting prosthetics on.

"You've been guarding with your left arm." He says. He does similar, using his prosthetics to minimize damage to himself. He's noticed her tendency for this, but hadn't dwelled on it 'til now.

She looks away. It seems her words clog inside of her throat. "I realized that if I made sure I got hurt there then you wouldn't be hurt also." She knows saying that is going to further his pain. He hates she felt she needed to work that in to her fighting technique just to avoid him getting hurt. Meanwhile he'd been pretty reckless with his own fighting and allowing himself to get harmed.

His eyes settle on her other arm where he does see familiar wounds. They litter her. He's glad the wounds soulmates share only go a certain depths; many of his more severe wounds wouldn't be damning to herself. He knows they hurt, however; she bled for him an unknowable amount of times, again and again.

He lingered on each injury, following their shapes wherever they travel. His hand grasps her arm in a careful hold. He glides to her bicep, holding her with reverence like he can erase each painful injury just with a caress.

His lips thinned; he can't take his gaze off her. He knows these, can pinpoint when each was made. And he freezes. Because he does know when all of these were made. His eyes bounce between injuries. Wounds he got decades ago.

A wound a soulmate gets won't appear on their soulmate if they aren't born when it happened. He'd been running around this planet for a century and a half nearly before she supposedly was born. His body freezes, an unfamiliar sensation in the desert. She shouldn't have more than half these scars. Not the ones he'd gotten from decades of running, not the ones from before his limbs were taken from him, not the ones from when he was a kid.

He focuses on the neat scars on her arm. Some of the few scars not from him. Scars he's stared at thousands and thousands and thousands of times. Scars from a century and a half ago. Scars from what he'd thought was a soulmate he would never be able to meet. These scars are scars she should not have.

Some can have multiple soulmate's. But if that soulmate had been around decades before her birth, then she definitely wouldn't have gotten their wounds. But that meant a single option that left him utterly frozen. Those are her injuries. She somehow got these herself.

But how? Vash had been silent a while. "Uh, can I ask you something?" His voice is hoarse.

She notices the way he's tensed and it has made her fidget more than she had been. Gill plays with her own clothes whenever she's keeping her fingers occupied. Those fingers with little faded scratches from both of them twist her jacket. She stands abruptly, laughing anxiously. She's too filled with anxious energy to sit. 

She side steps around him, now playing with her skirt. He turns and stands as she does, facing her in the suddenly tiny bedroom. "Yeah, what?" She looks small gazing upwards at him.

"Are you sure you're human?" He rushes the question and knows it sounds strange. But he can't explain any other way she could have those injuries; he probably wouldnt go to that option if he wasnt inhuman either. He flexes his own scared fingers.

She stops, and she looks at him. "What does that mean, why wouldn't I be a human?"

He bites his cheeks, finding the correct way to say something insane. "It's just that, I got a decent amount of those decades ago. And those other scars were ones I got with the soulmate bond as a kid. But, you shouldn't have them if you're only about twenty."

Her brows come together. She looks confused, unsettled, and he wouldn't be mad if she thought he had gone off his rocker. "Vash that's, what would I be?"

He isn't sure. He's not aware of many humanoid species out there. The only other option is one that he hadn't considered he'd meet another of. Something he thought there were only two of including himself. "Um, I know it's weird, but well, it's possible." Hes stumbling on each word.

She puts her hands out, head shaking as she denies him. "No, I know that I'm human. Obviously that's the case. I am. I'm human." As she rambles, he sees her breathing a little heavier, her eyes taking on something far off and away. She's not truly looking at anything he can see anymore.

He feels something, some energy around them both, coming from her. He realizes why it seems familiar just as she shudders. "Gill, you aren't human." His eyes widen.

She trembles and her eyes hold that distant expression. Rolling waves of confusion come off of her, they resonate with the distinctly inhuman part of him. Plants have a distinct ability to communicate between each other without words. "I'm not." She whispers. She gasps, tripping forward and barely catching herself.

His hands reach for her but stop before grabbing her. Glowing lines, beautifully blue, curl along her body in geometric patterns. The patterns of a plant. But those lights flicker and the panic and confusion coming from her almost causes him to stumble backwards. 

"Hey hey ! It's alright ! Hey, come on and look at me." He tries reaching her, but she looks terrified. Her eyes darting around, seeing stuff he can't. He's not sure what she's experiencing but realizing she isn't human has definitely triggered something in her memories.

She steps away from him, hands twisting into her hair. "I can't. What is this, where, when, what am I? Not, no, no I'm a plant. Of course. I, did I just forget? The garden. No, not our garden. Our garden?" Nothing she says exactly makes sense.

With each word she looks more confused. Her panic continues growing as the markings flicker wildly. And Vash's panic increases too. He can barely stand the resonating feeling. He can sense her deteriorating, and the intense worry that unless he does something her spiral is simply going to drag her further in makes him shiver.

Not knowing what he's doing, he surges towards her. He grabs her face, cupping it with both of his hands, and presses their foreheads together. The first instinct he gathers is what he has done to many plants who are in trouble. Though where he'd usually ask for the connection, he forces this. The incredible weight of her confusion buckles his own knees, but he stays firm and presses onward. "Forgive me. I promise to help you. You're safe." His hands have threaded with her's, held aloft beside them.

Her breathing becomes even. Slowly, her markings fade. On a sigh quiet as a whisper, she slumps to the ground and he quickly has to move and catch her. Holding her, soundly unconscious now, he pushes the hair out of her face as he checks on her. Asleep, but uninjured. He can't feel any confusion from her now. Vash sighs, now allowing himself to catch his breath. He hugs her, tight, restraining himself only to avoid bruising her.

He's going to keep his word. He told her she's safe, and as shaky as his body is, knowing she's a plant can't change his feelings for her. His own confusion swirls in his mind, but determination chases after. He's going to figure this out with her, whatever made her forget and fall apart as she had he's going to stop. He won't let her stay confused. As her soulmate, he owes it to her. He can sort his questions later, right now, he just wants to hold her forever.

[hongtiddiez]

Writing prompt!\^.^/

I offer you three words:

roses, dirt, engine

Or: sun, blood, spring

Or: night, furr, footsteps

Have fun writing a scene for one of these 3 bunches :D

i swear i didn't forget about this anon! i was just saving it for when i really needed a work distraction. (i really wanna make this phayatharn but i have a rule abt not writing anything for shows until theyre finished so. option 2 it is.)

sun, blood, spring

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Ai Di always imagined he would die somewhere cold and dark, tucked away in an alley, a shipping container, or a warehouse. The warm sun on his cheeks was an extreme deviation from his expectations. He felt simultaneously warm and cold, a tingling sensation at his fingertips he chose not to explore too deeply. He wished he could say he felt at peace, but he hadn't felt that in over four years.

He closed his eyes and pulled in as deep of a breath as he could manage, ignoring the taste of copper on his teeth. He lifted a hand and pressed his fingertips to the thick crimson liquid gathering in the concave of his stomach. Someone should probably be applying pressure to the wound. Where was Xiao Jie?

It felt like it took all his concentration and energy but finally Ai Di managed to turn his head. Ah, there Xiao Jie was, frantically finishing a phone call before sliding onto his knees in the dirt, wadding up a jacket, and pressing it against Ai Di's stomach. He drew in a hiss at the sharp stab of pain, closing his eyes and not bothering to open them again.

He was fairly certain someone was talking to him, trying to get his attention, but he didn't really care to pay attention. It all sounded like it was underwater anyway. Instead, Ai Di turned his head just a little further, just enough to nestle his nose into the collar of the leather jacket he'd taken to wearing lately.

He drew in another deep breath, ignoring the pain and the slight gurgle he felt in his chest. It was worth it for the spiced floral scent that flooded his nostrils, the scent of the woods in spring. His fingers curled into the dirt beneath him, too weak to grasp anything more despite the way he felt like he was coming apart at the seams.

Don't make me worry.

He thought he managed to whisper another countless apology, one of many stacked up in his memories. It seemed he couldn't ever do what Chen Yi wanted, not now and not four years ago. How would Chen Yi react to the news?

His thoughts drifted away, unable to bear going down that road, and instead he trailed his fingers up from Xiao Jie's damp hands to his wrist.

"Xiao Jie." He was so fucking grateful his voice came out steady and commanding, if not a bit rough. He spit out saliva and the taste of iron before speaking again. "Don't tell him."

He could tell the words shocked his subordinate in the way he stilled, tense all over, and the way he stuttered before collecting his words again.

"S-Sure, Ai Di sir, because you're going to be okay." Poor guy really had to work on being more convincing.

"Yeah, of course." Ai Di nodded almost imperceptibly before pressing his nose back into the jacket collar, movements going still and hand falling slack from Xiao Jie's wrist. He thought he heard shouting for a moment but it faded quickly, replaced with a flood of sounds that brought him nothing but comfort.

A low laugh, a gentle reprimand, a softly spoken promise, a playful threat. He wondered if he had a smile on his face as it all went black.

What Ai Di had not accounted for was how fucking embarrassed he'd be when he woke up a few days later, feverish, stitched, and bandaged, but alive. All those fucking dramatics for nothing. At least Chen Yi hadn't been here to see it.

[frogenthusiastt]

16 and/or 12 for the ask game 🫶🤍💖🌸💐‼️

Tysm!!

12. Candles + 16. In dreams

One of the things that set Vash apart from humans is how he always knows when he's dreaming. It was a comfort, when he was a child and the monsters under his bed came to haunt his sleep. It had been a comfort when he'd been laying on the cold floor of ship 3, being able to run away into memories of him and Nai sharing birthday cakes or fighting for their mother's attention.

Now, he wasn't so sure. The cathedral was vast, infinitely detailed and grandiose like the Catholic churches he'd only seen drawn in picture books or sketched in Wolfwood's thoughts. His memories had always been like that, rough drawn ink on paper, like he couldn't bear the reality of them. Vash had never told him he could see them sometimes, when he was pushing his mind against the heavy weight of sleep and the blessed darkness that came with it.

There where marble angels carved against the two pillars on either side of the altar, hands curled in supplication. In between them was a huge silver organ, pipes curving viciously upwards as if those, too, were designed with prayer in mind. To the right, next to the sanctuary, was a rounded metal pricket-like structure, carrying at least 20 lit candles. And in front of them, broad figure sharply backlit by their light, he was waiting.

Wolfwood looked as he had on his best days, proud aquiline nose reddened by sunlight, clever mouth holding a cigarette. Vash knew that he was dreaming, because he'd never seen Wolfwood look this relaxed in a church.

"I've been waiting, y'know?" he said, words blowing a puff of smoke swirling in the warm illumination.

Vash's troat felt infinitely dry. "I know. I know, Wolfwood. I'm so sorry I'm keeping you waiting."

Wolfwood just grinned, linking their hands together. "I don't blame ya. You should keep me waiting a hundred years more, if y'know what's good for you."

The image of him blurred as tears formed against Vash's lashline. He desperately blinked them away. He'd take as much as he was given, burn this blessed image into his mind for as long as he could.

Wolfwood laughed, so terribly gently. "You were always such a crybaby. Save it for when we see each other again.

Vash could only manage a broken sound, sob fracturing out of his body. "Nicholas. Fuck. Nicholas. Please just come back to me, I can't– I c–"

He felt a warm hand press against his hip, smoke blowing against his cheek. And then he was nothing, and Vash stood alone in the church. The marble angels looked down at him in divine disinterest.

Vash didn't believe in prayers, but he did believe in promises.

"I'll find you. Wait for me in the next life, in the next death, in whatever eternity you're in.

I'll find you."

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📞🍇📞 : Grape Vine Life+ 411 Lines

🪀🧘🏼‍♀️🪃 : Karma Health

⚡️🗳️🪁: Eletric Key 🔑 Kite Vallet Box Vote

📞🥌☎️ : Shuffle Sand Telephone System

📞🐍🚰 : Sink Sand Ink Sir Pens

🏹🥋🎱 : JU DOW PSY ANTS

🎻🎻🎻 : Violins and Irish Harps

🖼️🕷️🎹 : Healthy Life Recorders

🧨🖤🐈‍⬛ : KKK Black Jackkk Kat

💋💄🧐 : Bio Lense Cyborg Eyes 👀 Health

🌪️👃🏽🌪️ : Two Tiny Wind Tornado Nasal Pass

🎀🍆🍬 : “mini peninsulas.”

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🧍🏼🧾🪡: Puppet Tree

🦨🍄🌈: Bunk Base Buddy’s

🍹 🥃: Warm Rum War Thumbs

🛡️🎧🛡️: DJ ARMOR HEADPHONES

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Brandons Health Upkeeps

Public News: 📰🏳️‍🌈🇮🇱🐰🐸

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A brief environmental scan.

Environmental; Tacoma Washington

Seattle Washington

Bad News: 🤑🐁🦠🐹🦠🐓🦠

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