#Cerberus on the other hand... 😏

[thedevillionaire]

Both Cerberus and Kia Please!

is your oc allergic to anything they haven't encountered yet and don't know about?

what surprisingly wouldn't make your oc sneeze?

what is your oc's preferred method for covering their sneezes, and why do they prefer this method?

how would your oc respond if they accidentally sneezed on someone?

Absolutely! And thank you for the asks! 💕

5. is your oc allergic to anything they haven't encountered yet and don't know about?

I can be kind of a smartass for Cerberus about this and say "depends at which point in his timeline I answer", because there was a long time where he had no idea about the birch bark issue, just due to never really encountering it. Of course he's well aware of that these days. As far as anything else...well, not to my knowledge. There's always a chance for this, though. "Haven't encountered yet" gives a lot of scope, after all. 😉 And Kia, who so far in my experience doesn't have any allergies of note, would fall under the same "haven't encountered yet" umbrella. The "unknown until it is known" kind of deal again.

2. what surprisingly wouldn't make your oc sneeze?

Hmm...I'm going to answer for them both in one go here, because I can't think of anything for either of them where I'd be surprised at a lack of reaction. For Kia, there's nothing that I can specifically pinpoint and think "wow, can't believe that didn't make her sneeze", and for Cerberus, he is very deliciously predictable in that the things that I'd expect to make him sneeze pretty much always do. If this question is geared towards, say, common allergens that they don't react to, though? (Which has just occurred to me, lol) No animal allergies, at all, for either. I don't think it's a surprise, as such, but it is a common allergy source, so...I'll go with that.

8. what is your oc's preferred method for covering their sneezes, and why do they prefer this method?

Given the availability and the...build-up preparation time, Cerberus will opt for tissues every time. Failing that, and presuming he's neither carrying a handkerchief nor has the option to Create one, he's definitely a cover-with-crooked-elbow type - and if he's able and space allows, he'll turn away along with it. He's fastidious about covering and, although not germophobic, he's very hygiene-conscious and will choose the best covering option he has in whatever given circumstances. Kia's a little more lax about this and doesn't really have a preference, as such. Probably bended elbow also. She's someone who tends to have tissues with her, but uses them after the fact, not so much for actually covering with, unless she's sick.

12. how would your oc respond if they accidentally sneezed on someone?

The likelihood of this happening with Cerberus is really small. For a start, you'd need to be close enough to him in the first place for the situation to even arise, and with most people...they're just not. And even if the proximity thing isn't an issue, he's rarely taken so much by surprise by a sneeze that he'd be unable to not 'get' the other person (who is almost certainly Kia, let's face it, haha). However. If it did happen, he'd be immediately apologetic and I'd expect openly exasperated with himself about it, too. If he's just flat-out too ill to do anything about it - such as at the height of the icestrike - Kia doesn't mind, really. And he'd still apologise. Aww. There's definitely a higher chance this could happen with Kia. If she was taken by surprise in a social circumstance, sort of thing, it's absolutely a possibility. Presuming she's not sick, she'd almost certainly be mildly embarrassed but also laugh about it. She'd also apologise - it's not something she'd mean to do, after all.

[drunkenlionwrites]

dialing in to ur call for more Trigun content! we always need more!!

im thinking a vash x reader where both are clubbing together? drunk vash from trigun98 seems so fun to be around,,, but also fun to get drunk and nasty with 😏

please and thank you! i love ur writing <33

Okay anon, thank you so so much for this request! I had toooooooons of fun writing it and was compltely ingrossed in the process, so it's lacking of pretty metaphores or deaper meaning. Just 1000w of exposition + around 500w of spicy scenes. Also, as you suggested clubbing, the reader here is not a naive and shy one, but a slut regular girlie feeling a bit out of her element in the beginning. Also it's kinda a cyberpunk AU (not game or cartoon, just a genre) and oh lord. I am dead for it. Warnings: fem! reader, pretty mild actually, some touching by unfamiliar people, grinding, kissing, NOT PROOFREAD

It all started with the innocent revelation that you’ve never been to a club, except for dingy dancing nights in local tiny pubs in nearby cities, so once your company hit July city, Vash took it upon himself to introduce you to a clubbing culture. “It’ll be fun” he said with a pure enthusiasm and a signature kitty smile. You’ve been very reluctant, but even Meryl and Milly went clubbing a few times in student years, besides with a little pocket Cerberus which was Meryl you weren’t feeling like it would be any kind of dangerous endeavor.

Even out on the night streets you’ve felt so out of place, as Vash has been navigating the narrow alleyways as if he’s just been here. All kinds of people passed your company – hair dyed in acidic colors, clothes looking like something you’ve seen in barely survived old superhero comic books, visible parts of body infused with ancient technology. Perhaps that’s what living near the biggest parts of fallen ships and an abundant quantity of pants provides you with.

As you’ve been walking at the end of your group, mouth agape, you suddenly hit Meryl’s back as you’ve heard Vash’s upbeat “Here we are” as he has been opening a pretty unsuspicious looking grey door. Once you entered it, a strong smell of alcohol, sweat and something else completely indescribable hit your nose, as well as muffled sounds of music (you were not sure what it was) filling in all your sensory perceptions. You’ve also been made to strip of your outer clothing and searched through for any prohibited items – such as guns, your own alcohol, and narcotics (what in the hell?).

While you’ve been reluctantly putting your belongings away in the security box, feeling completely out of place wearing a basic black tank top and worn-out cargo pants. “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, a few ‘Aunt Robertas’ and you’ll be going to have sooo much fun, I promise. This night is all about you” Vash leaned down to loudly proclaim next to your ear. Ang God, darting your face up to him you’ve noticed how much in place he looked in here without his coat on: all clad in leather, his toned shoulders and abs are now on full display and you thanked the dim lightning that your lovestruck eyes were not so obvious. Wolfwood has been approached by a cute half-naked boy right at the entrance and with a quick smirk and a wave of his hand he left your bunch to your own devices.

Vash ushered the tree of you to the glassy elevator, which seemed to be taking you to the top floor of the building. “Don’t worry girls, the bartender here is an old friend of mine, so he will keep an eye on your drinks”. As soon as you left the elevator, you’ve been greeted with a view of what seemed to be hundreds of people, moving almost in sink, bodies next to bodies, all smiles, and lewd eyes, grinding against each other, while loud chaotic music has been playing deafening you almost completely. The same unseen before neon-colored lights feeling the room, the smell of sweat and something sweet filling the huge space before you.

While you’ve been walking towards what you assumed was a bar stand, Vash’s hair, and face, and his body has been caressed sensually by what you assumed were dozens of people you’ve passed through. You’ve noticed a few interested faces measuring you too, but with Meryl’s scowls no one dared to approach you. You’ve felt a bit out of your element, but it’s not like you’ve been an actual wallflower, so you were sure that a few drinks and you’ll be somewhere among the dancing crowd, but as of now you carefully treaded next to Milly and Meryl as Vash paved the way with his broad figure. Damn, what a difference made the lack of his usual coat. Uhm. But you’re not here for this. Totally not for this. You definitely wanted to feel yourself after all the craziness that was trailing behind the most wanted man on the planted, and oh you will.

With your newly found resolve, you’ve emptied cocktail after cocktail the bartender so generously offered you, disregarding Meryl’s cautionary words. The knowledge that all people in here were presumably weaponless, bartender was Vash’s acquaintance and the man in question himself has been lurking out there somewhere your inebriated brain has been completely relaxed and empty of any thoughts except the desire to go out there and join the crowd that now felt like a singular moving and breathing organism to you. You briefly felt someone else’s hands clinging to your waist as you moved with the rhythm, eyes close and head held high.

You’ve lost count of how many songs have changed, so you barely noticed Vash pocking your shoulder and opening your eyes, you noticed your friend with two extremely pretty girls leaning onto him as he beamed at you. If his damned striped necktie hadn’t been left somewhere in the pocket of his red jacket now tucked securely in a box on the ground level, you were sure he would be wearing it like a fool he always is at the public gatherings. His cheeks and forehead glistening each time the lightning in the club changed to the lighter one, he leaned closer to you and screamed into your ear: “Seems like someone enjoying herself too much!” pointing with his chin to some guy’s hand caressing your side.

You stood on tiptoes and grabbed Vash’s shoulder to make him lean closer to you: “Oh yeah? And who’s telling me this? You’ve got yourself quite good company” at which he chuckled and said something to the girls, smiling brightly and took your hand, intending to tug you away from the dance floor. As you were leaving, one of the beauties patted your shoulder and poutily said “You go girl, enjoy the night” which you didn’t really get at the time, so just you shrugged, and followed Vash to whatever place he wanted to show you. You happened to stop somewhere on the darker corner further away from the dancefloor, where the music was less loud, and the projector lights barely reached. “Didn’t know you have such a party animal hidden beside your façade” Vash chuckled in your ear, now much more clearly audible. His hot alcohol smelling breathing fanning the side of your neck and ear. You shivered at the sensation, eyes darting anywhere except his pretty face, noticing only kissing couples hidden in the dark corners of the alleyway. “Uhm. So, what did you want to show me here, Vash?” At which he granted you one more of his cat-like smirks. Clubbing is not clubbing if you haven been making out with a stranger somewhere out in the dim light of the back of the dancefloor. Did you know it?” “Hmmm so should I go find him?” you retorted. Vash pouted cutely. “Don’t you think I’ll do for the part?” and moved closer to your face, as he was murmuring this almost into your lips, and oh fuck, now you have no place to hide from his piercing playful gaze. “We can at least try” you responded with the same intonation and it was all it took for him to swiftly turn you so that your back was pressed to the wall and on of his hand caging you, as the other fisted the thin fabric of your tank top, moving you closer to him. Closer and more desperate as his wet and warm lips were enveloping yours, his tongue entering you without meeting any resistance. Closer, until you’ve felt the tent in his leather pants prodding somewhere against your lower stomach which caused you to moan sinfully into his mouth, gaining you the same emotional response. You completely lost himself in his heated kisses and the feeling of almost all of his sweaty body pressing int yours, so once you separated from him, you’ve felt the lack of oxygen inside your system.“Vash…oh God. I need to breathe.” You murmured.

“Good that I know a place” he winked and once again led you by the hand somewhere. You have used to this so much at this point that you would’ve had let him lead you anywhere, even to your demise. Fortunately, it was only an open balcony with a bunch of patrons occupying it here and there. Vash easily placed you upon the balcony railing and you’ve felt that apart your backside occupying it you’ve been completely vulnerable to falling from it, but the hot and strong arms granted you with an overwhelming sense of security. Vash placed his long legs around yours and hugged your waist, pressing his face into your chest, desperately grinding into you as your pelvises were now exactly on the same level. “Oh God..I want you so much, you know that, Mayfly? Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” and he looked up at you, assaulting your lips again and again, using all his arsenal – puffy lips, tongue, his sharp canines, and the burning desire. “Blue curaçao, I see?” he cocked his head, licking his lips and looking at you oh so lewdly.

[thedevillionaire]

OC details: 🍎 [red apple], 🤔 [thinking face], 🖊️ [ballpoint pen], 💯[hundred points symbol] for the perennial couple and/or dealer’s choice.

A pleasure. 🤗 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace? Both were mortally born, so the transition to the Underworld definitely does away with any living in/around of birthplaces, but other than that... Cerberus - born in Oxford, UK, not that it would make much of a difference to things - harbours a strong distaste for the mortal realm and avoids it as much as he can. He'd probably enjoy it more than he thinks he would, really, these days, but he's unlikely to give it much of a chance. Kia - born in Sydney, Australia - quite liked it, and never left it, during mortal times. She moved a LOT, but stayed within the city itself. And she does go back still - either on the sly, to peek in at old friends, or for the Take (the Underworldian Vampiric blood-drinking deal), just because she knows the basic layout of some of it. 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? Literally the first thing to leap immediately to my mind is that Cerberus is a regular and very reliable employer of the pre-sneeze raised index finger. Does this count? Well. Anyway. Ahem. (Totally a mannerism. I'm keeping it. 😏) Kia is very tactile, and when she's excitedly engaged in conversation will nearly always reach over and touch the other person's hand whenever there's a particularly strong point of agreement. If you told her she did this, she'd deny it - she just doesn't consciously realise that she does it. 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. Both of these are answered here!

[thedevillionaire]

Hi! So I’ve been mulling something over. How does Cerberus react when a subordinate needs a sick day? Or three?

Quite well, usually, as long as he's the one who does the rescheduling or reassigning of things as required. And he'd definitely prefer that a sick day - or several - be taken rather than they come in sick and be contagious all over the place. (Not that he applies this particularly assiduously to himself, though. He's happy to delegate others' duties; he's reluctant AF to hand over his own.) Things get trickier when more than one of the prime hierarchy get sick at the same time, though. 😏