#I just thought of this but I think that Vash starts to let himself express more of his anger with each argument they have

[ohitslen]

Thinking and headcannoning the shit out of angry Stampede! Vash and how Wolfwood deals with that first thing in the morning because i think him getting angry about something and letting down some of his mask in those genuine moments of anger is super awesome

Before we continue I have not read the manga yet so if you read something incredibly obvious or redundant to your experience, well, haha or something OQNENW

This is a VERY LONG Vashwood ramble I have to put SOMEWHERE or I will explode, so feel free to join if you want.

Vash is an overall very expressive person right? very emotional too generally, but the thing is I like drawing people getting angry so that’s what you are getting from me.

And I also often think about the fact that it’s Wolfwood and Knives the ones that have seen him be like that (most often than not towards them).

Wolfwood specifically, I think that he WOULD get scared because when Vash is angry angry, he just seethes and looks like he is three seconds away from being love and peace to hate and war. These are probably the moments in where he carries the most resemblance to Knives, and to anybody that has experienced the man firsthand they know how scary that is because everyone and their moms knows that he does not hesitate to resort to murder if he is upset about something or if it’s inconvenient to him, so it is rightfully terrifying to even think of him getting mad.

Now take the same idea and apply it to Vash, he is so friendly and playful all the time and he gets kicked around all the time too, that it would be almost impossible to imagine him getting angry in a genuine way. That is UNTIL his ideals and morals are being countered or challenged by someone and THAT’S when people are gently reminded that oh yeah he can get mad too, and really fucking mad at that.

The peak of his anger doesn’t last for too long because he tries to level himself quickly, he is aware of how he can look when he gets like that, and it would be showing a little too much about how he is not very human in nature for what he is comfortable with. I think that when he gets mad his expression turns into something very vulnerably honest, to the point in where he unconsciously looks imposing and demanding, paired with his uncanny vibes it really is a treat and anyone at the other end of it would be other than also upset, quite scared. Like Wolfwood.

There is something very obviously other about Vash and he has the privilege of knowing just exactly why that is, and considering that his brother has a record for being a certain way when angry, knowing what he is does not soothe him at all. Then again, Wolfwood cares for him still and he is a stubborn guy himself, so even when most likely scared shitless, he would not move his ground, and the only thing that reassures him that things will be fine, is Vash’s pacific nature and also knowing that he cares deeply for him too, but that is a thing he would not think too much about other than the flash of thought that it is in the moment.

Vash is petty as hell too, he remains silent and gives the cold shoulder to the other person that was involved in the argument, and it is usually, once again, Wolfwood at the end of that stick. Wolfwood is a “mind your business and I mind mine” kind of guy considering he never asks things, but traveling with that idiot and having to be with him 24/7 and being given the silent treatment has to be uncomfortable at best incredibly annoying at worst. So even though he won’t change his opinion most of the times, he still insists on talking to him idly sometimes after they argue, something he would usually not do.

All Vash ever responds with are the necessary answers, at first shrugs or nods, then very short and to the point sentences, he eventually warms up to him again and they talk the way they usually do; and just like that things seems to be at bay for the time being until the next unavoidable argument comes by.

No matter how many times they argue, when things escalate and Vash begins to show his very honest anger, Wolfwood’s instincts would be screaming at him to stop it and to get away, because whatever Vash is feeling is reeking of a danger that no matter how enhanced he might be, he is NOT gonna make it through whatever will happen to him worse comes to worst. But when has he ever actually heard his instincts when it comes to dealing with Vash. So he always replies and stays.

He is somehow one of the very few (almost non existent) people who can deal with Vash when he is like that, one thing is getting mad at Vash and the other is him getting mad at you, and he has bite alright, he will say things that can come across as hurtful and very venomous when he starts to get more visceral, and yeah the whole predator kind of vibe he can give off is there too.

Maybe Wolfwood also knows how hurt Vash would feel if he retreats because of how scared he feels and that’s why he doesn’t back away. It would be reasonable if he did, hell he doesn’t owe him shit for all he knows and he would be in his whole right to run away scared if he wanted, but for one it would be too cowardly, and two Vash would be once again pushed away for being something not human, and that would be a scar he would carry for his whole life and Wolfwood does not want to be a part of that. So that’s another reason to the ever growing list of “why don’t I just let this be”.

There is an odd sense of comfort in seeing Vash get mad, knowing that the man knows his ground, that even he has lines he won’t allow anyone to cross, that he can allow himself to feel something genuine for once and not the fake little things he is always doing. It is the positive side Wolfwood tries to see in those situations and what he has to remind himself over and over again so he doesn’t flinch away. Good thing he has some practice in arguments thanks to his little siblings back at the orphanage, practice he refuses to let go and holds on to dear life because he needs any crumb of reason at those moments.

At some point when hands are involved, when a clench to the shirt and a push to the shoulder escalates to shoving the other to the ground and a punch to the gut, Wolfwood goes full survival mode because no one told him that Vash was THAT strong and THAT heavy and THAT intimidating. He could have guessed after having watched the man fight. He is capable and strong, he usually moves with a certain preciseness and care under the goofy display, he may twirl around and stumble when dodging, but he is dodging and also landing hits.

He knows that Vash is strong and that he is also incredibly careful. But that’s when he is in all his senses with a mostly cool head, so having him hovering over Wolfwood pressing him down rendering him to the ground while very obviously mad and trying to prove his point, he freezes before he can react and fight back.

Those are the times where Vash feels the most guilty after the fight from what Wolfwood can gather and wildly assume. If him not eating (again) for days or even refusing to acknowledge Wolfwood unless necessary is any sign. That behavior can last over a week which is a little too long for Wolfwood’s peace of mind. So he starts poking again because apparently arguing again is the only way to make the bastard answer more. And it usually works, some nudging here and there and putting lemon with salt to the wound seems to do the trick.

It entails more shouting and screaming at each others faces their flaws that they already know like a script, until things start to calm down when Wolfwood reassures him that he is tougher than he looks, and that no matter what he won’t just leave Vash in a ditch, and if they were going to travel together for the future to come they would have to learn how to sort things out. Something he knows neither of them will probably never learn, but it is what it is and that’s what he can resort to at the moment, and it does seem to satisfy Vash a little. So once they are done, and they go their separate ways, never too far from each other, Vash starts to nibble at his food and says or asks little things to Wolfwood, and just like that they are good to go again.

They are both aware that addressing out loud how fucking scary Vash can be at those raw moments of anger, would be like painting a line of ‘I am this and you are that so we shouldn’t be doing this’ that neither of them would actually want to have. So even when yeah it can be horribly scary and surprisingly intimidating to deal with Vash when he is angry, Wolfwood is willing to stay and fight with him if that’s what he wants, if that’s what he needs. Even if it’s starting to take a toll on him. He is getting used to it though so it will be fine.

Probably.

[ruporas]

post-trimax vash meets stampede wolfwood

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood of their Stampede versions. The comic starts with Wolfwood continuing off a conversation, saying “I didn’t mean t’say anythin’ bad to her. She just took it the wrong way. But anyway...” Wolfwood speaks with a hand gestured flippantly while Vash, who’s seated next to him, just listens. Vash thinks to himself, “Talks more about himself... Honest expressions... Immature, though he was pretty immature too.” He smiles and continues to think, “And yet...”

A panel of Vash’s eye directed now to the sky. He thinks, “Some things are bound to be the same with us...” He thinks of a memory, the version from Maximum of him and Wolfwood, back shown as they chatted underneath two moons, one moon with a hole through it. Vash continues, “Isn’t that right, W-“ His thoughts are interrupted by Wolfwood coming into a view, a close up his deadpan expression. Vash utters out “-olfwood..?” with a nervous expression. He starts to explain, “Um. Sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t listening, I was! So, let’s keep talking?”

Vash smiles and puts his hands together as he says, “okay?” Wolfwood glares at him with gritted teeth and Vash immediately remembers, “Right, he’s more short-tempered...” He continues to think, “Maybe Plan B works with him—“ before he’s grabbed by his coat collar aggressively and changes thoughts, “OK, never mind, brace for impact..!” But he’s surprised when he’s tugged instead, him and Wolfwood flops against the ground. Wolfwood puts an arm over Vash and says, “I don’t need to be entertained, blondie. If yer tired, we can go to sleep.”

Two close up panels of Wolfwood and Vash’s eyes looking at each other, Wolfwood taking off Vash’s glasses as he says, “Am I wrong?” Vash thinks to himself, “Actually... I was being genuine when I said I wanted to keep talking. I don’t feel tired at all. But, I think you know this body more than I do.”

Vash’s thoughts continue, “I can’t deny the me you’re fond of from being taken care of. And I could never deny your kindness. Even though...” Vash finally smiles and says, “You’re not wrong...” Wolfwood smiles back before tugging Vash closer and says, “Then, let’s sleep.” Vash asks, “Should we get a blanket?” Wolfwood asks, “Why?” before kissing Vash on the cheek, “I’ll keep you warm.” Vash puts his face into both his hands and flushes. Wolfwood smiles cheekily and asks, “What?” Vash responds, “I was caught off guard..” Wolfwood says, “You’ve said worse though.” Vash responds, “Did I...” The panel phases out and the dialogue returns to Vash’s thoughts. He thinks, “I want to stay a bit longer. Talk a bit longer.

You’re tired here too. The future is always going to be unfair to you. I want to protect you from it. I want to hold you close so you won’t go far.” The thoughts overlap the scene of Wolfwood now sleeping peacefully against Vash with an arm over him, Vash’s jacket draped against him as a blanket. Vash looks at him and a small thought bubble thinks, “He can fall asleep first...” His previous thoughts continue, “I know I can’t. I already had that chance.” A close up of Vash putting his hand over Wolfwood’s. He continues, “I wasn’t capable once, I can’t be sure I’d be capable a second time. And in a way...”

Vash’s thoughts continue with the back drop of the sky, Stampede’s sky of two moons without holes, “Some things are bound to be the same. But I know you’ll be loved again and again in a way I’d never know.” A split panel, one half contains the sleeping face of Wolfwood from Stampede, the other of Wolfwood from Trimax. In turn, the Vash lying down looking fondly at Wolfwood shifts to the post Trimax Vash while the other versions, Stampede and earlier Trimax, are faintly drawn next to him doing the same. Vash closes his eyes and finally drifts to sleep as the final text reads, “Goodnight, Wolfwood.”

[vashs-turtleneck]

Stay.

Summary: Waking up the morning after next to your favorite travel companion. Rating: M Pairing: Vash the Stampede x gn!reader Content: some angst, mostly fluff, crying, brief mentions of sex but nothing in detail. WC: 400ish A/N: Got a spark of inspiration last night and decided to actually try writing something. This is my first time sharing any kind of fic so please be nice to me ehehe

The sunlight peaks in through the worn blinds, the beams landing right onto your face and rousing you from sleep.

Your hand comes up, trying to rub the drowsiness from your eyes as they flutter open, your gaze falling onto the dusty bed just across from you. Your bed. The bed you would have been sleeping on had the events of last night gone any differently.

"Morning, Mayfly," a quiet, husky voice breathes from behind you, the flesh arm around your waist tightening its grip ever so slightly. You wonder how long he's been awake for.

You feel his warmth press against your back as he nuzzles his nose and lips against the back of your neck, soft wisps of blonde hair peeking from over your shoulder.

He's still here.

He hasn't left.

You feel tears threatening to pour from your eyes, and you're not quite sure why. Maybe it's relief. Relief that last night's passionate roll in the sheets hasn't ruined what the two of you have spent the passed several months building. Relief that he didn't try to leave you in the dead night after getting so close to you ("for your own safety", he'd say.)

Maybe it's because for the first time in his life, he's allowed himself to want something, to have something. He's let himself indulge and have something nice for once in his otherwise desolate and lonesome life, and he's chosen that something to be you, as selfish as he might think that is. That thought alone makes your eyes well-up.

You slowly turn around to your other side, facing him, your head level with his patchwork chest. Your head tilts up, and when your gazes meet, he sees the tears starting to pool in your eyes, his calm expression quickly turns to one of concern and panic.

"H-Hey... What's wrong?" he whispers softly, his hand coming to cup your cheek. You can feel the hesitancy behind his touch, and knowing him, he's blaming himself for your tears, thinking he's done something to upset you. You can practically see the wheels turning in his head. You're not... regretting what happened last night... are you?

And you're not going to give him the chance to ask something so foolish, because of course you're not.

Far from it.

You take a deep, shaky breath and bury your face against his chest, your arms wrapping around his midsection. It's all you can do as you feel the lump forming in your throat. And oh, he's so warm.

You feel his arms gently wrap around your frame, one warm, one cold.

Just stay.

Stay with me.

You wish you had the words the express everything you're feeling right now. The relief, the gratitude, the comfort, but for now, you'll settle for something more simple.

"I love you."

You can feel his heart beat ever so slightly faster, his arms pulling you tighter against himself.

"I love you too, Mayfly."

You're not sure how much time passes between the two of you, but he's the first one to break the silence, and you can practically hear the grin splitting his face.

"You know, there's a little donut stall a couple blocks down, if you're feeling hungry."

[h4venpha]

𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𓂃 ⟡

uncanny vash x reader

cw: body horror (not rlly but just in case)

a/n: i’ve seen multiple drawings/hcs on uncanny vash so this is me mushing them all together sorry (this is slightly creature vash as well!)

- i feel like most uncanny vash hcs are more like.. creature vash hcs

- uncanny vash: okay he’s fucking creepy guys. his pupils like voids surrounded by a shining blue iris, they’re kind of always unfocused even as you talk to him. he chitters, chirps, clicks, its scary sometimes when you wake up and hear him in the middle of the night.

- uncanny vash hums too, but its always to himself. like an almost silent humming, just a soft sweet tune rumbling from his chest as he stares at nothing in particular.

- he doesn’t talk much, truthfully. relies on vague gestures or small chirps. usually when he talks its with you, but still it mostly consists of short sentences and phrases.

- a lil self indulged but he can unhinge his jaw, drop it and there’s rows of jagged teeth. and it makes you a little scared to be honest, like shit what he could bite my face off while kissing me if he wanted to.

- but of course he doesnt. he locks his jaw back and gives you a sweet, innocent smile, just showing his front row of teeth. and the duality is so unsettling you think about his rows and rows of sharp teeth while you kiss him

- first time sleeping next to him and you genuinely thought you were going to die. like you’re falling asleep, just barely conscious, and this deep rumbling sound starts. your eyes flashing open and your heart is beating out of your fucking chest, eyes darting around for the source.

- and it’s your fucking monster, creature, boyfriend—THING sleeping. vash’s long ass arms and legs wrapped around your body while he purrs and clicks right in your ear.

- for the first couple of days, honestly, you can’t sleep. cause its so fucking loud and right next to you. it takes a while, but you end up getting used to it to the point where you can’t sleep without his silly noises. and he’s just happy to be there, he has no clue he purrs in his sleep.

- i feel like maybe he forgets how fragile humans are and he sometimes handles you too roughly. like he’s playing with your fingers and he tries to move them in a way that is impossible for a human, and you have to tell him that you don’t like that and its bad. so he learns to handle you more gently.

- uncanny vash doesn’t… really understand love. at least not in the same way humans do, like he just does not get what kissing does or hand holding, he likes to express his love in very different forms.

- he likes keeping you close to him at all times. now im kinda projecting my “normal” vash hcs but hear me out. you’re like the shiny rock he found and he just keeps you in his pocket because mm so shiny, so pretty.

- he is very much possessive of his shiny rock indeed. keeping his abnormally large hand on your back or your neck (you had to introduce hand holding to him.)

- love bites are his thing! maybe not necessarily leaving marks, but the feeling of your flesh in between his very much dangerous teeth gives him butterflies!! please let him nibble on you

[merbear25]

🌻🐸 anon back again !! im happy to hear that you were thinking about me?? 🥹 its just nice to hear that someone out there do think of me,, sorry if I'm sounding emotional but i'm on my period atm 🫠 speaking of emotional, this is so self indulgent and perhaps specific but uh i was thinking headcanons/scenario of vash having a crush/ s/o who just wants to pamper him (honestly up to you if you wanna do pre-established/established relationship) - he so deserves to be pampered, i was teary eyed at how he encapsulates the good of humanity?? 😭

I just remember thinking, "It's been awhile since I heard from them. I wonder how they're doing." 😂 Vash deserves the WORLD. He's so, so precious. I hope you like what I've written for you.💜💜

CW: fluff, gn!reader, angst, headcanons/scenario

Loving a man who cannot love himself (Vash)

With a bounty on the incline, forming relationships was one of the things he refrained from. One who was deserving of love more than anyone, yet the first to turn away from its warmth. Meeting you brought on a whirlwind of emotions—inner conflict that only instilled the idea that he was undeserving of your adoration.

But with your eyes holding pools of compassion, he felt seen. With a voice expressing depths of empathy, he felt heard. And with a touch as soft as yours, he felt like he was home.

Coming to terms with the fact that he had feelings for you was faced with quite a lot of resistance.

You’d catch him standing off to the side hesitating on coming over to you.

When you gently invited him over, he was pulled out of his trance.

His meek smiles feigning contentment never slipped past you. You met his reservations on letting you in with patience and tenderness.

He truly felt safe around you—safe to allow his heart to rest in the palm of your hand.

Over time, he opened up to the idea of physical closeness, one which you didn’t take lightly. Cuddling started out small: sitting closely and letting your legs touch, turned into hand holding, which eventually led to embraces. Throughout each stage, you kept his boundaries in mind. A part of helping him feel loved meant giving that love the space it needed to grow.

Although he was much larger than you, he enjoyed it when you were the big spoon. He’d curl up in your arms, touching his forehead against your chest as your bodies entwined.

Playing with his hair always eased his worried mind. When you placed soft kisses on the top of his head, you had him practically melting in your arms.

As you whispered soft words of affection, he held onto you more tightly.

“Please say that again,” he’d choke out, almost sounding as if he was holding back tears.

Cooing at him, reassuring how worthy he was of not only your love but also the joy that many others experienced, never tired you. Despite it being a long journey of accepting that as truth, he was grateful that you were there to clear his troubling thoughts.

[tenabrye]

your nicholas and vash request got me thinking of their reaction as a drabble when they’re reunited with their crush after being separated for some time and finding a new wound/scar on their crush?

Vash

He honestly thought he'd find you after you both had to flee town, but things didn't quite go that way. Sadly, the separation lasted a year and a half. A year and a half without you by his side, without seeing your lovely smile, your adorable laugh, your reassuring and gentle touches. It was horrible. The absolute worst time in his entire life, so far, that is. But when he found you?

The man was, at first, stunned. Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or was it his brain that created your image out of thin air? He didn't believe it at first, yet the second your hands took his, the thumb gently rubbing little circles on the back of them, he knew. The reunion is filled with tears of joy, mostly from him, because he never thought he would be able to see you again. He held you close, face buried in your neck, breathing in your familiar scent.

"How have you been?" It's the first question he asked, followed by, "I missed you so much." He really can't contain his emotions after finally seeing you after so long, so he cries. His tears soak into your clothes, and you rub his back, letting him get it all out. "I tried finding you," he said, "I never stopped. Town to town, city to city, I kept looking."

You frowned. It hurt you seeing him like this. You then pulled out of the hug and cupped his face with your hands, now smiling softly at him. "Vash," you started, voice soft and calming, "you're okay now. We found each other." Your voice brought a familiar calmness to him and reassurance took over in the form of a small smile that was present on his face. "C'mon, let's go catch up."

He liked the idea of being able to catch up with you, alone, in a hotel room. Such privacy allowed the both of you to indulge the other with your journeys. You learned that after the incident that separated the two of you, Vash had gone back the next day in hopes that you had somehow returned, only you didn't. He spoke of how he waited for you there for two days before finally leaving, talking himself into believing that you'd be smart and head to a different town.

When you weren't in the first town he reached, he trekked to another, and another, and another. He kept repeating this cycle, often asking if anyone had seen someone matching your description. The string of bad luck was constant, slowly making him believe he was never going to find you, slowly having him think you were already gone. You frowned at that, holding his flesh hand in yours and sending him a soft smile.

You then spoke of your travels, and how you immediately went to a different town in the opposite direction he had gone. Vash felt rather silly now knowing you had been in the opposite town, to which you chuckled softly at. He understood why you couldn't ask around for him, knowing full and well that folks would have automatically assumed you to be involved with him and his supposed wave of destruction throughout the lands.

You stood from your seat at the small table in the room and stretched, soon raising a brow after hearing the man let out a small, surprised gasp. "What is it?" You asked.

"What is that?" He responded with a question of his own, the pointer finger of his flesh hand poking at the marking he could now see, caused by your shirt raised when stretching. Your lips pursed and you averted your eyes. "That's a scar..."

"Vash," you started, wanting to tell him that it wasn't a big deal. People got scars all the time, right? Right. "It's nothing, really--"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He sounded hurt, and it caused a sigh to slip from your lips. "How'd you get it?"

"Escaped a bounty hunter," you told him, lips curled into a slight smirk. He chuckled at your expression. "Luckily for me it was just one, but the guy somehow found out I knew you and, well, y'know the rest."

The blond shook his head at you. "I'm sorry," he said, "he was hunting me and wanted to use you to find me." You shrugged your shoulders and stayed silent before running a hand through your hair. "Oh, but guess what?" You cocked a brow at him, watching as he lifted the left side of his shirt, revealing a scar that almost matched yours. "We match now."

The grin plastered to his face caused you to chuckle as you shook your head at him. "You're such a goofball, Vash, but at least you're my goofball."

Wolfwood

It nearly killed him when he couldn't find you among the debris. He kept telling himself that you weren't dead, that he knew you weren't dead. He saw you make it out of the building. He saw you...didn't he? He bit down on his cigarette in frustration, instantly cutting it in half in the process. He spit the end that was left in his mouth out and took the time to sit down on flattened rubble, eyes glancing around the area. Did you die? Were you really...gone?

He was frustrated for five months after the incident, still having the slightest bit of denial that you were truly dead. Alas, none of the citizens in the various towns and cities he visited could identify you from the description he gave them. Failure after failure of trying to locate you slowly turned into a sad realization for him. You really were gone from this world. You had to be.

His walking came to an abrupt stop as he removed the large firearm he carried, shoving it deep enough in the sand so that it stood upright without the slightest notion of falling over. The man then sunk down, ass hitting the sandy floor as his back leaned against his gun. Wolfwood wasted no time in whipping a cigarette out, taking a quick drag after it lit and blowing out the smoke.

The man was at the end of his ropes. His denial over the few months of you being dead having been pushed back, although he now felt as if he couldn't continue doing it. He needed to face the facts. You were dead. His jaw clenched at the thought, careful to not break his cigarette as he hung his head, defeated. Any passerby, if anyone was to be seen in this vast desert, could say he looked downright pitiful.

Footsteps could be heard from in front of him, yet he didn't bother looking at whoever it was. The stranger would no doubt glance at him and move on. They always did. Until this one didn't. Wolfwood stared at the shoes belonging to the person that stood before him, eyes widening at the immediate recognition of them. His head snapped up, jaw unclenched as his mouth hung open, letting his smoke fall out.

Was he dreaming? He had to be. Maybe the desert heat finally got to his head? Either way, he really couldn't believe what, or who, he was seeing right now. Standing right in front of him with a familiar, sweet smile was you. The man was quick when rising to his feet, specks of sand flung around from the rapid movement. He tilted his head as he stared at you, soon taking a hand and moving it forward, only to bring it back in hesitation. It couldn't be you. It wasn't...was it?

"Nicolas," you called to him, voice as soft and sweet as he remembered. He moved his hand forward, again, his body freezing once he felt your own hand grab it, fingers intertwining with his own. You let out a small, surprised gasp as he immediately pulled you into his body, arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you.

"I thought you were dead," he breathed out, body slightly shaking as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. "I looked everywhere, they all said they didn't see anyone like you." You could hear the hurt in his voice, the slight crack, and it tore you apart. "I didn't want to think you died, I couldn't."

"Nicholas," you spoke his name, again, slowly pulling out of the hug, "I'm sorry." The frown on his face broke your heart, and he certainly looked like a puppy that had been kicked. Until you saw the way his face scrunched up, causing you to furrow your brows at him. "Are you--"

"What's on your face?" He asked, his brows now furrowed in annoyance. It amazed you at how quickly his mood could change, but then you frowned when he reached a hand out and touched your cheek. "The hell is this? Who did this to you?" It's as though he forgot about the fact that you were alive and not dead, because with the way his jaw clenched, you could tell he was angry.

"Ah, well, you see--"

"Are they still alive?" He cut you off with his question. "So I can kill them myself."

"No, no," you told him, "they're not alive anymore. Don't worry."

Wolfwood sighed. "Five months apart and you've gotten into trouble. Then you go and get a reminder of that trouble." You playfully rolled your eyes at him. "I didn't see you make it out of the building."

"I thought I wasn't going to, at first," you started, "but I guess I had lady luck on my side that day."

He hummed in response, his anger now having dissipated and a frown on his face. "I'm glad you lived."

"I'm glad you never once stopped looking for me," you smiled.

"If I had to, I'd search this entire planet for you." His lips curled into a grin and he pulled you in for another hug. "Until death took me."

[uollop]

Could you maybe write a short about Vash hearing his lover say "I want to be selfish and keep you with me forever" when they think he's asleep. Because he should be loved unabashedly the way he loves others, even if he feels he doesn't deserve it.

A Long, Long Time

Content: Fluff, Vash x Reader, GN! Reader, cuddles

Word count: 606

Notes: Very cute request heheheh I hope this is what you had in mind! Enjoy :)

Vash was having one of those nights. He couldn't seem to fall asleep, no matter how much he readjusted or how many sheep he attempted to count. A part of him wanted to get up and go for a nighttime stroll, but he knew that would mean having to get out of bed. He didn't want to risk potentially waking you up for one, but also the image of you waking up without him next to you was something that he felt guilt at even the idea of.

So he continued to lay next to you, his arms wrapped around you as he watched you sleep peacefully. As tired as he was, he was enjoying being able to see you like this. You looked so calm. He slowly reached up and brushed his thumb against your cheek, a soft smile on his face. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. He just couldn't help himself. As he pulled away, though, you began to stir and mumble in your sleep. He immediately let his hand fall to where it was before and closed his eyes, feigning sleep in the same way a possum pretends to die. He didn't want you to worry about the fact that sleep was alluding him, so he allowed himself to sink into the bed, just in case he had accidentally awoken you.

"Vash...?" You murmur tiredly as he continues to fake sleep. You look at him for a moment before sighing and reaching up to cup his face.

"I love you..." You whisper, keeping your voice quiet to make sure you wouldn't "wake" him. "I wish... I wish we could always be like this."

Vash continued to try to feign sleep, trying to relax his breathing so that you didn't suspect he was awake. He hoped you couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest. You leaned a bit closer to him, smiling softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

"I wish I could be selfish and tell you... Tell you that I want you to be with me for a long, long time." You sigh before moving your hands away from his face. Vash's mind was racing. You had never really been one to say such things. He almost felt bad for hearing those words. You were being vulnerable, but only because you thought he was asleep.

He felt you relax again, allowing yourself to curl up towards him and whisper something that he can't quite make out before you start to fall back asleep.

He waited quite a while before he dared to move, nervousness filling his stomach before he flutters his eyes open, glancing down at you. You were curled up against his chest, your arms tucked in between the two of you as you slept. He stared at you in awe for a moment as he pondered your words.

You wanted to be with him for a long time? How long exactly? You had said "long" twice. Did that mean something?

A part of him wanted to ask you those questions. That part of him yearned for you to be selfish; he desperately wanted to be able to look into your eyes while you told him those things. He wanted to be able to see your face- your expression- when you told him that you wanted to be with him for a long, long time.

He would wait for you to be comfortable enough to say those things when he was awake. He would wait for as long as it would take. Even if it was a long, long time.

Masterlist | Ao3

[miamochi-writes]

Love is Not an Easy Thing To Admit

A/N: Wolfwood isn’t the best with his feelings especially when he’s smitten with a certain someone. So what happens when he tries to express those feelings to his crush, y/n? Thank you @sweetchildcloud for the request!

“Wolfwood, just tell Y/n how you feel. I’m sure they’ll understand,” Vash advised the so called “priest.” Wolfwood was smoking one of his usual cigarettes while sitting next to the humanoid typhoon. He didn’t even understand why he asked Vash for help in the first place when it came to asking out someone. He thought about asking Meryl, but he didn’t bother after seeing how inexperienced she was when it came to her job and mannerisms.

“Easy for you to say Needle-noggin. Telling someone how I feel isn’t my style. Let alone that person being Y/n. Before, it was easy talking to them. Now when I try to talk to ‘em about anything, I feel like I’m going to make a fool out of myself. Especially when I see that face of theirs. I can’t exactly just say ‘Oh hey Y/n, guess what I have a crush on you after all this time. Crazy right?’” Wolfwood goes on. He recalled how he starts to freeze up or how his heart races so fast he needs to excuse himself just talking to you after 5 minutes.

“Think about what you’ll say to them and let it flow from there. Just tell them the things you like about them. For example, compliment them or list things that made you start liking them,” the blonde suggested as Wolfwood thought about it. He did like how fiesty and head strong they were. But putting that into words was a different story. He sighed and looked at the blonde before getting up.

“Fine, I’ll give it a shot. But don’t expect too much from me,” the man commented as Vash wished him good luck. Wolfwood had no idea what he was getting himself into as he went to go look for Y/n. After walking a good ten minutes, he spotted them right outside the saloon. They looked as though they were lost in their thoughts, as they didn’t notice Wolfwood wave at them.

“Hey Y/n, got a minute where we can talk at the bar?” he asked. Y/n looked at them and nodded with that smile of theirs. As they started getting closer to him, Wolfwood could feel his stomach doing knots again and tried to calm down. He took a deep breath and exhaled before turning to look at Y/n. He pulled his chair up while Y/n did the same. The man put out his cigarette so he wasn’t blowing smoke into their face while they talked.

“What did you want to talk about Wolfwood?” they asked with curiosity all over their face. That face made Wolfwood weak in the knees. He was struggling to get the words out and the way they were looking at him was not helping. 

“Uh, I want to talk about...you. Just something I gotta get out of my chest,” he started as Y/n turned towards him. Y/n beckoned them to go on as he had their attention. All eyes were on him now.

“So listen Y/n, you know how when we first met...you’re not like other people I’ve come across. You’re kind of a hot head and a loud mouth sometimes. You’re also not afraid to start fights or go head first without thinking, which is something I don’t usually deal with every day. You also got some nerve to-” Wolfwood was trying to explain how he liked those qualities with Y/n, but he stopped once he heard the chair next to him scrape against the wood.

“Thanks Wolfwood, I got the message. I’ll just take my leave,” y/n said flatly. Wolfwood was caught off guard with their tone of voice. Even more so, he noticed they weren’t even looking at him anymore. The gunman was speechless as he watched Y/n walk away and felt the room drop a few degrees. The people near Wolfwood just gave him a face of cringe or disappointment after seeing what happened. Before Wolfwood could do anything else, he felt someone whack his head.

“What was that for?!” he asked

“What kind of confession was that?!” Meryl yelled as Wolfwood rubbed his head. Vash stood next to Meryl with his arms crossed and gave a disappointed look.

“I was just listing some stuff that I liked about Y/n!” he argued.

“When I said compliment and list the things you like about them, that’s not what I meant. It felt like you were pointing out things you didn’t like,” Vash explained. Once Wolfwood replayed what he said earlier, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. The man was pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t know he screwed up this badly. His charm could only go so far, but now he felt like the biggest idiot there was in Noman’s Land. Just how the hell was he going to get himself out of this mess and explain what he really meant?

~*~

For a few days, things have been very awkward between Wolfwood and Y/n. Anytime The Punisher tried to get Y/n alone or strike a conversation, they practically avoided him. Whether it be an excuse to go do errands, or help Meryl and Vash, Y/n avoided the man at all costs. Wolfwood hated how bad things spiraled after their last conversation. Even when they were traveling through the desert, Y/n made sure Vash was in between them. They didn’t even look their way as the window view of the desert was more interesting than looking anywhere near his direction. Even when the priest looked at the rearview mirror, he could see Meryl feeling for him as she looked at him. Wolfwood missed how things were when he was on talking terms with Y/n. He longed to have those conversations that made him feel warm and grow fond over Y/n and the things they did together. Wolfwood didn’t know how much longer he could take anymore of this as he stared out the window.

It wasn’t until after the group landed in a somewhat deserted city that things changed. The group was exploring around to see why they weren’t any signs of life despite the buildings still being new. There was a faint noise of rumbling and an engine revving up. Vash and Wolfwood picked up on the sound as gunshots were fired at the men. Upon closer look, a group of men with black and neon colored outfits were closing in on the group.

“Shit, what are the Badlands Boys doing here?!” Wolfwood asked as he uncovered his gun.

“Everyone take cover and stay out of sight until we come get you! We’ll lead them away from you!” Vash yelled as he took out his gun.

Roberto dragged Meryl and Y/n away to a different direction, while the two men ran elsewhere as the Badlands Boys followed after them hot on their trail. The more they ran, the more the groups numbers increased as they kept appearing from different hiding places within the city. The gunmen kept shooting at the Badlands Boys and were able to knock a good amount, but there were still more popping up.

“Needle-noggin, let’s split up at the corner. We can start cutting them off slowly so they’re not too much,” Wolfwood advised as Vash nodded.

“Alright, watch yourself and shout if you need anything,” Vash said as he ran in the opposite direction. Wolfwood ran into a large space and started shooting at more of the men as they started falling off from their motor bikes. The Punisher was finally making some progress until he felt something graze his arm. He briefly glanced to see a bullet cut through his left arm. Then he felt another bullet hit his leg as he started to limp. He could then hear his pursuers laugh as Wolfwood growled.

“We finally made a dent in him boys! That’s what you get for crossing our territory and taking us on,” one of them yelled before they continued to laugh. Wolfwood reached into his pocket ready to ingest the liquid in his glass ampule until his eyes grew wide in fear. He saw Y/n pointing their gun at some of the men. They shot at the group, as it drew their attention away from him.

“Don’t you dare hurt him!” Y/n yelled as they continued to shoot. 

“Y/n! Get the hell out of here! Don’t worry about me!” Wolfwood shouted as he kept shooting at the group as well. The Badlands Boys were definitely getting annoyed and went after Y/n. Y/n was able to land a couple more shots until one of the members knocked the gun out of their hands. Then another one knocked the living daylights out of Y/n out with a punch to the stomach and another through the side. Wolfwood’s worst nightmare was unfolding right before him as one member grabbed Y/n by the neck who looked to be gasping for air until they passed out. The Punisher shouted for Y/n to wake up but to no avail.

The members laughed as Wolfwood was seething with rage. If looks could kill, everyone would have dropped dead by now. He crushed the tip of the glass ampule and drank the liquid as steam started coming out from him. His wounds started to heal immediately as he fixed his stance, ready to fight some more.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM Y/N!” Wolfwood screamed as he started shooting at the group. He was starting to overwhelm the Badlands Boys as they struggled to fight back or land a single shot at them. At this point, the man was unhinged as he saw the person holding Y/n try to run away.

“And where do you think you’re going?!” Wolfwood threatened as he shot at their leg, stopping them in their tracks. Wolfwood then walked up to them as the man was quacking in fear. He let go of Y/n and held his hands up in defeat.

“If I ever see you or your group again. I won’t miss on shooting one of your vital organs next time. Tell the rest that The Punisher did this you you. NOW GO!” Wolfwood threatened as the remaining Badlands Boy ran as fast as he could with a limp. Wolfwood then looked at Y/n and held them close. Vash then came into view as he questioned him what happened.

“Y/n needs medical attention. We gotta find a place with equipment to treat them,” Wolfwood point out as Vash started looking.

~*~

After Vash and Wolfwood drove out the Badlands Boys out of the city. Some of the city folks came out from hiding after their lives weren’t threatened anymore. Luckily, the group was able to find a nurse to treat Y/n and their injuries. They weren’t in critical condition, but the nurse informed that that Y/n would have a hard time walking for a few days so they need to rest. Wolfwood constantly beat himself up just seeing Y/n bandaged up. He would wait hours just to see Y/n wake up and hear their voice, but to no avail. It wasn’t until Vash finally convinced Wolfwood to eat something when Meryl ran to the group.

“Y/n finally woke up!” she said out of breath. Wolfwood’s eyes widened as his legs started moving on their own before he could think. He ran to their room to see Y/n’s eyes finally awake. Y/n was taken aback by his entrance, as Wolfwood was by their side out of breath.

“You’re finally awake, you had me worried,” he told them as Y/n looked away from them. Wolfwood was confused to see them turn away as his hand slowly reach out to them.

“Go ahead, lecture me. Isn’t that what you’re here for? How I’m a hot head and how I got myself into-” 

“Y/n! That’s not why I’m here. I need to explain about the other day okay? Just listen to what I have to say,” Wolfwood begged as he held their hand and their shoulder lightly.

“I didn’t mean to tell you those things at the bar. They came out wrong, but it sounded better in my head okay? I was trying to say that I like how you’re willing to put up a fight for those you care about. I miss hearing your voice and how we did things together. I like how much you lighten things up whenever you’re around. You make me feel a certain way when I’m with you. You’re brave and have the guts to act on instinct. And it’s that bravery of yours earlier that made me worry sick about you too,” he explain while squeezing their hand with his.

“And what happened earlier with those Badland idiots made me realize...I like you too damn much to see you get hurt like that. So please, don’t risk your life like that again and let me protect you? I can’t stand to see you risk yourself like that. Let me protect you so I don’t have to guess if you’ll wake up or not from something like that. I want to spend more time with the person I like,” Wolfwood finally confessed as his cheeks and ears turned slightly red. He knew how much of a risk it was being vulnerable like this. He had no clue if these feelings would be reciprocated, but he had to hope for the best right?

“You...like me? You really like me?” Y/n asked as they stared at him. The man was too embarrassed to look, but he nodded his head. He hand was still in theirs, so that was a good sign right? It wasn’t until he finally bit the bullet take a quick peak at their face. What awaited him was those beautiful e/c eyes staring at him fondly with a pink blush dusting their cheeks.

“I like you too Wolfwood. I always had since we first met. I just can’t believe this was what you were trying to tell me at the bar days ago,” Y/n giggled at the last part. But they were smiling from ear to ear. Wolfwood let out a huge sigh that he didn’t know he was holding in for so long. He felt a smile creep up as he held onto Y/n and slowly brought them closer to him.

“I’m glad we’re finally on the same page, and one other thing,” he spoke as he leaned in to give Y/n a kiss on the lips. It was a bold move, but Wolfwood figured this was much better to do than try to say anything. Once he parted for air, he flashed Y/n a smile.

“You can call me Nicholas, but only you. Got that?” he finished as they nodded with a huge smile on their face. 

“Sure Nicholas, but can I ask for another kiss? Just so I know I’m not dreaming,” Y/n requested as the man chuckled. He would gladly kiss them as much as they want. After all, how can he say no to the person he loves now that the feeling is mutual. Maybe another time he’ll tell them he loves them. But for now, this will do.

[jacenbren]

I know it's probably been pointed out before, but I am Having Thoughts about the twins' shift in personality after the Big Fall so forgive me but I NEED to rant (here be spoilers be warned)

At first glance it's easy to think that Knives is very cold and emotionless and closed off, but when you look closer, you realize that that's probably the furthest thing from the truth. When we see him as a kid—no matter which iteration of Trigun you're watching—Knives is the high-energy, outgoing twin, with big ambitions and an even bigger desire to go seek out knowledge. Especially in trimax, he's the one who's the most intrigued by humans and wants to get along with them (it should be noted that both of the twins have a very black-and-white way of thinking and a very strong sense of justice; I personally headcanon both of them as autistic). He's the one who follows Rem around the ship, constantly bombarding her with why why why, and when she doesn't give him answers—either because said answers to his questions require a level of maturity he doesn't yet have to understand, or because Rem is fucking tired from taking care of twin alien boys who age rapidly and could blow up the entire fleet with their godlike powers—Knives stubbornly starts to look for them himself.

Then the Tesla incident happens. For Knives, this is the mother of all fuckery, and he basically is subjected to the alien equivalent of watching Mufasa get K.O.'ed by a herd of wildebeests in The Lion King. This scares the living shit out of him, because every one of his prior beliefs have just been obliterated. Knives being naturally very inquisitive and hungry for knowledge... well, after Rem comes and gets them and calms them down, Knives starts digging. He doesn't want to believe that this is what humans are capable of, but as he combs through the ship's data archives, he keeps getting atrocity after atrocity thrown in his face. Knives bears witness to the horrors of mankind's history, and with his black-and-white thinking, he can't help just fucking losing it.

We're all pretty aware that Knives wears his heart on his sleeve. Sure he acts all cool and calculating, but when he's actually in the heat of the moment, he clearly reacts to everything in a very emotional manner. That adventurous, energetic little kid he once was is still in there, but he's been damaged so very badly, and twisted to where his strong emotions are expressed almost entirely as anger and his inquisitive nature has become recklessness; Knives just doesn't know when to stop, because he can't. All he's been focused on for the past century and a half is the survival of himself and his kind, and he's basically been in a kind of high-alert attack mode since the Big Fall.

Knives has built up a shell around himself. A sharp, spiky shell of weaponized emotions, that nothing but Vash can break through.

Speaking of Vash, he was a pretty shy, reserved kid. Especially in tristamp, he's the softspoken, mama's boy type. He's pretty clingy towards Rem especially, and he's more than happy to let Knives do all the decision-making and talking. He fits the younger sibling archetype very well, despite him and Knives being twins.

When the Tesla incident happens, Vash takes it a bit better. He's not curious to a fault like Knives is, so he takes Rem's word for it when she reassures him and says that she would never let anything happen to him or his brother. Instead of flipping his viewpoints on a dime out of fear, Vash instead becomes even more firm in his ideals: yes, humans are by no means perfect, but they've been nothing but kind to him and Knives so far. Vash comes to the conclusion that if he doesn't give the humans a reason to hurt him, everything will be okay, so Vash constructs a wall around himself like Knives did, only Vash's is purely defensive and deliberately disarming. Especially after the Big Fall, Vash is extremely aware of how untrusting humanity is of him, so he pours all his energy into making himself as likeable and non-threatening as he can.

Unlike Knives, we rarely see Vash react to dangerous situations with genuine emotion. It's very obvious that Vash's careless, happy-go-lucky attitude is a construct that he uses to hide his true feelings, and a meticulously-constructed one at that—in the '98 anime, Wolfwood is one of the few people who seem to be able to pick up on this and point it out. Sure, Vash might be a genuinely good-hearted and hopeful person, but he's just as scared as Knives is, only he hides behind a facade and tries to make himself as palatable to humans as he can (yet another reason why I headcanon the twins as autistic; homeboy has been masking for literal centuries and when he finally ends up having a meltdown because of it he levels cities lmao).

Vash has also built up a shell around himself. His, however, is deliberately made to seal himself away from the world, out of fear for himself, humanity, and the rest of his kind.

forgive me for the long post but I am rotating these two little shits in my Mind Microwave omg

[hikennosabo]

#tristampparty day 7, episode 7: wolfwood

this is another episode i've watched multiple times, but mostly just the first half for Livio Reasons. once again... LET'S GOOOOO

i've seen ppl say this is razlo at the start of the episode... i wonder... he is more razlo-like in his movements, and he starts yelling a lot... but his expressions are still livio-like, i think... i mean he is more expressive BUT he's not grinning like razlo usually does? sigh... see the problem is that we ALSO have a level of EoM brainwashing (and whatever the fuck else is going on) on top of everything which throws a wrench in trying to figure things out. I Just Wanna See My Boy.

i love vash holding his gun backwards and using it as a bludgeon and i love going frame by frame to get cool screencaps like this 💖

wolfwood vial count: 4

at the very least, by the time of this next scene, it's definitely livio and not razlo because he's mumbling about "catching up" again which is a livio thing

when i saw the corresponding manga panel for this my brain neurons activated so hard LOL i wonder even more how orange will adapt razlo... since originally livio was trying to catch up with razlo. which i love and think is super interesting. so what is orange planning? ...is livio even aware razlo exists at this point...?

oh also livio looks a bit older here. which once again has me wondering about the timeline. the way the experiments were presented with rollo and nicholas, it looked like they were just on that table forever. as in there were no breaks in between. so... when is this? how long is it between livio volunteering himself for EoM and the experiments on him taking place?

i think it's cute that nico bumps into him :(

let's take ibuprofen together

i wonder who these people are... i thought they might be the EoM soldiers that razlo killed, but those aren't EoM uniforms... it looks like the prison uniform wolfwood was wearing... wolfwood tried to run away, so it makes sense that he wouldn't be the only one, although the phrasing "stand in our way" more implies they tried to stop the operation altogether. but... hmm... they just had regular goons as guards at the time of wolfwood's escape attempt. livio is special... would they really give him a job like guard duty?

CHAPEL JUMPSCARE

razlo sweetiepie there you are!!! mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah

HE'S SUCH A FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN HE'S SO FUNNY

since zazie is the one talking, our attention is drawn to them, so i'm glad i paused on this because the fact that legato is also looking up at wolfwood and smirking is so funny to me. EYES ON THE ROAD BESTIE!!!!

this line is always so funny to me. shonen protagonist ass

i love the scene of vash at the spaceship controls, the animation when he's working the keyboard is so smooth. hmmm, it also reminds me of wolfwood's introduction episode in 98... serves the same narrative purpose of Vash Knowing Things He Shouldn't about spaceships

i love that wolfwood thinks shooting the base of the cannon will do anything. like that's the first thing he tries. shoot first ask questions later i guess

going frame by frame on scenes of legato because i'm unwell... his eyebrows are surprisingly thick! and his eye color is grey... it was gold in 98... oh, i just noticed his eyelashes are light blue!! cute!!

i just think this is a handsome angle for him. his facial features are so pretty and delicate

this is why he buckled his seatbelt :)

... i need to stop posting legato pictures

no because what the hell is this

wolfwood vial count: 5

episode 5 had me asking about the wind... legato asks zazie if they were the one who caused the sandstorm (which they deny)... could it be... is it possible...?

my dumb ass watching this for the first time: damn it's so sad that livio is dead and now they're even gonna use his corpse for nefarious purposes :(

vash's plant markings are so pretty fr <3 orange was big brained for this too

everyone always points out the episode title card being a gut punch but THIS was an unexpected one:

this is how wolfwood is credited this episode and because i'm insane i immediately had to go back and check - this is also how he's credited in episodes 5 and 6: as "nicholas d. wolfwood/nicholas the punisher". in episode 4, he's only listed as "nicholas d. wolfwood". haha ouch!

this post ended up being a little less substantial than expected LOL but we'll soon be getting into the episodes that really give me psychic damage so :^) looking forward to it!!

[vashsscoreboardofpain]

WELCOME BACK SPORTS FANS ;D

Welcome back to the 2nd volume of trigun! The contestant has gone through some bumps on the road but nothing he cant handle. This volume comes with some interesting extra chapters. What a chance to gather points and get ahead of the tally

Lets all gather and see what he has prepared today!

Chap 0.1:

-1 "yikes statement" point for his sad thoughts. dont let the nice morning routine fool you. the contestant just woke up and held no punches with the "if he was honest, he wouldve been dead by now. he cant really live like a normal person"

Chap 0.2:

-1 "bad event" point for all the guns in his face while he was vibing with his music. this marks the start of the kidnapping arc

-1 "bad event" point for becoming a hostage

-1 "bad event" point for getting kicked even though he deserved it (ah the 90s)

-1 "action" point for using himself as a shield to save the girl

-1 "action" point for crying for someone "dying" even when he didn't knew the guy. His values and mentality lead him to believe that he has to protect everyone in the world. wait whats that-

-1 "yikes statement" for saying "its so senseless. i really hate seeing people die." The suffering division will count it because it relates to his trauma later in the story

-1 "action" point for putting himself in danger. Even if he is able to evade the bullet, it was really dangerous. It seems like the contestant is putting more on the line for the sake of points!

Chap 1:

-We are back to the main story!

-1 "bad event" point for the sad thought. Imagine not being able to look at the sky without getting sad about it

-1 "bad event" point for getting hit by a ball while lost in his sad thoughts

-1 "yikes statement" point for the "its the one thing that has kept me living for so long" Well damn, trimax vash keeps hitting the audience with that reminder, the audience goes wild but also sad. Also this point is brought by one of the most important mvps of this season: Legato Blue fucking summers!

-1 "bad event" point for getting scared to death with that...vision? the suffering division isnt sure but it counts!

-1 "bad event" point for getting accused of murder. The contestant leaves the ground ready for the next chapter. It's time for some violent times folks

Chap 2:

-1 "bad event" point for getting arrested for something he didn't do

-And he hits a flashback everyone!. He strikes 1 "sad outburst" point for not being able to stop crying after rem died. fuck.

-1 "bad event" point for not being able to stop the memory. The contestant is crying but his mind keeps playing that moment like a broken record. The ships fall, they flee, she stays.

-1 "traumatizing event" point for watching rem die. He watched the ship fall into the darkness without being able to do something.

-1 "action" point for changing his expression so easily the moment the girls went to the cell. The contestant is hitting so many heavy points already

-1 "bad event" point for getting pushed against the wall with enough strength to break spines. The audience flinches but we all know the contestant will make it out of this one

-1 "bad event" point for getting choked at the same time...the contestant is really going at full speed

-1 "action" point for fighting seriously after the girls were in danger. If the contestant keeps this energy up, he could hit an "angry outburst" point next chapter!

Chap 3:

-1 "bad event" point for the...attack in his arm? dear audience, the fight scenes in trimax are really something but we're doing our best

-1 "action" point for putting himself in danger while telling others to take cover

-1 "bad event" point for having his arm pulled out with the handcuffs. even if its his fake arm, it still looks pretty painful

-1 "traumatizing event" point for seeing dead people and WHAT THAT-

-1 "bad event" point for having a sad flashback in the middle of a fight.

-1 "yikes statement" point because the contestant doesnt think a physical injury is enough. his "I'm the one who's dangerous" is more than enough to grant him the point

-AND JUST LIKE THAT. The contestant beats his ass and puts the gun to his eye. 1 "angry outburst" point

-1 "action" point for his clear internal conflict. his hate for this murderer battles against the part of him trying to keep alive rem's legacy. What a sight to behold. The audience is in tears

-1 "action" point for calling out to his basically mom. Because what else can he do?

Well that was heavy

Chap 4:

-1 "traumatizing event" point for gathering so many scars in the past

-1 "yikes statement" point for basically calling his own body ugly.

-1 "yikes statement" wow another one. The contestant strikes with no fear and pulls out the "i have to settle the score. if i just went with my own life, i wouldnt be able to life with myself"

-1 "traumatizing event" point for finding monev's dead body on a cross.

-1 "bad event" point for getting attacked, even though he dodged it

Chap 5:

The contestant gathered no points this chapter! he is either resting or preparing something devastating for chapter 6

Chap 6:

DEAR AUDIENCE THIS IS THE MOMENT. THIS IS THE CHAPTER. HE HAS ARRIVED. PLEASE WELCOME OUR MVP, WOLFWOOD!

-1 "bad event" point for getting read by wolfwood like nothing. Wolfwood has just arrived and already handed the contestant a point

Chap 7:

-1 "bad event" point for being tricked in a really fucked up way. no one was able to see legato except him. therefore he cant warn people about him

-1 "bad event" point for getting injured with the door

-1 "bad event" point for dominique's first attack. although it was pretty cool. the contestant prepares himself for more moves

-and bam! 1 "bad event" point again for getting attack from behind

-AND THE CONTESTANT KEEPS GOING. 1 "bad event" point for having the gun on his chin

Chap 8:

This is the final chapter before trigun maximum everyone! lets see what the contestant has prepared for the grand finale

-1 "action" point for using his own pain against hypnosis like a madlad

-1 "traumatizing event' point for watching dominique jump...yikes

-1 "bad event" point for....fainting...from the pain???? we think????

-1 "bad event" point for being woken up by the worst vibes possible. i wonder who's fault is that

-1 "action" point for just yelling out "knives" in a moment of pure rage.

-1 "action" point for wanting to rush outside in a bad condition. the contestant has really picked up a fast pace

-1 "bad event" point for getting slapped by meryl. deserved by still counts

AND THE FINAL MVP IS HERE. MILLIONS KNIVES READY TO DEMOLISH VASH'S SANITY, EVERYONE CHEERS

-1 "action" point for not being able to shoot/keep knives away from him. alright, it seems like the contestant is going pretty fast..we havent seen this kind of speed since stampede

-1 "bad event" point for getting insulted by knives

-1 "traumatizing event" point for getting his angel arm released against his will. the contestant has mastered a continuous movement to keep striking points, but when will it be too much?

-1 "traumatizing event" point for the...other kind of attack knives is inflicting on him. knives is violating vash's body in more ways than the angel arm. he's invading the body looking to release all the power and pain vash keeps inside to keep others safe. he's not only releasing vash's weapon, he's using vash as a weapon.

ok this got dark, maybe we can go back a bit-

-1 "traumatizing event" point thanks to knives and the great power of psychological torture. the contestant doesnt need reminders of july but the mvp knives is here to remind him anyway

-1 "bad event" point for getting the rest of his body injured in an attempt to not release the angel arm

-1 "yikes statement" point for his sad thoughts right before disaster strikes. he has given up. "we were no good from the very start. i should have never been born" are devastating words that get the point

-1 "traumatizing event" point for releasing the power. he knows death and destruction will follow. people will die because of him, and he was unable to stop it

WELL WASNT THAT A ROUND OF SPORTS??? AJAJAJA :'D

The contestant is...not moving, but dont worry dear audience, he will be more than fine. While the first aid people take him to the hospital let's count the points of this wild round!

The total points of this volume are 56 points! The average per chapter is in between 7 and 8 points, but the last chapter gave the contestant an incredible boost, meaning his new total is 89 POINTS??? In just 2 volumes the contestant is closer to 100 points than the other contestants. Hold on tight to your comfy seats and call your therapist cuz we are in for a ride!

Please keep following us for sports updates!

And to see if the contestant will make it out of the hospital in time

[yurinaa-world]

Helloo! This is my first time asking for a HC, sorry if ther's grammatical error here hshshshs.

Can i get some Vash x Enemy! reader crumble? So basically, Reader is one of Knives allies but turns out they choose to stay along with Vash!

I think that's all, HAVE A GREAT DAYYʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

Characters: Vash x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: with reader that a part of Gung-Ho-Guns (Knives ally)

Warnings: fluff at the end, some spelling errors, mention of the reader almost killing him.

𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒽 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 𝒯𝓎𝓅𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃"

At first, when he met you after the close call where you had almost killed him by shooting him in the stomach and chest, he escaped your grasp once again. What a pity, isn't it?

The next time you had the fortune to meet the blonde man once again, to his dismay, while he’s talking to a couple of kids, your shadow overwhelms them with kids looking at you before he looks back at himself to see who you are, and his eyes widen at you before you smile at him.

"Seems like you're having fun, Stampede; it would be shame if something happened," you smile before he gets up and tells the kids that he’ll play with them another time before they leave to play without him before he looks at them with a fearful expression, "what wrong, you look so scared of me, your whole body is shaking." You smirked.

He begged not to do anything to this town; do whatever you want to him, just leave them alone, please. Well, you let him go and this town since you would rather not waste your time.

After meeting Vash a couple more times and being stuck in a lawsuit together, doubts start to sink in. What if you made a grave mistake by becoming allies with knives? What if you just walked into your grave without realizing it? Keep these thoughts to yourself since if you let them loose, and if it gets this to knives...

Secretly, you decide it would be better for you to leave without anyone knowing, but when preparing, it seemed you met the tall blonde once again. But this time, before you left and parted ways again, he looked at you and told you to join him instead. You know that it may be hard to run, but it's better than hurting people.

"I’ll take you up on that offer, Vash." He smiled and held his hand out for you to shake, and if you do so, maybe you can get another chance in life.

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Trimax Thoughts Vol. 11 Pt. 1

Well, we're back after last week's suffering. Stream of consciousness ahead!

First off I find this a clever way to hide the hair! Dynamic posing! The poor unsuspecting fools who haven't read volume 10 would look at this and have no idea why we're sad.

Live Zazie reaction:

Augh, Livio driving the car... Vash asleep in the back... this does something to me.

He's so cute. He's not suffering or anything look at him.

Both Brad and Livio reaming him out for being too trusting that's so funny to me

To be quite honest, I feel like Livio was very much a victim in all this... that doesn't make him blameless in the situation but it was very much Chapel who grievously injured Wolfwood enough that he chose to take the double vials, and it was him who manipulated Razlo to be dependent on him and Livio to think serving was his only purpose. That said, there's something very heartwarming about Brad being so upset over Wolfwood's death considering his usual untrusting nature and the fact that he really didn't know him that well.

Livio apologizes for his body stopping the bleeding so soon after getting punched. Buddy. No. 😂😭

I feel so bad for the Plants in all this. However, much as it sucks for humanity, I'm very glad to know they can exert enough influence in order to resist killing their sisters and brother and are able to express their free will in some way... could they have refused commands before this point then? If so, that begs the question of why they didn't.

Someone arriving from space???

Oh, so the Plants feel an affinity with Knives. Is that because they agree with him and his methods? Is it because he's absorbed so many of their sisters already? Do they feel his pain and loneliness? I'm so curious.

Meryl!!! I missed yoouuuuu (and she immediately sticks out her tongue and flips a double bird at authority. love her.)

I love this... such a sweet and quiet moment with these two amidst the chaos. Milly putting her perceptiveness to good use to try and support Meryl as best she can. It makes me wonder about that 7-8 month gap and how these two survived not just what is basically the apocalypse, but also the struggle of Meryl's trauma from having Vash's memories dumped on her. I bet Milly was pretty instrumental during that period.

"It's too bad it will never be the same again." IN COMES VASH THE STAMPEDE SWINGING IN ON A LADDER

AUGHHHHHHH. This is so sweet aaaaaaa. Oh my god I just realized this is the first time they've actually seen each other since that town chased Vash out and Meryl had a breakdown. Where he thought she was scared of him. But she wasn't!!! He started to realize it after Marlon, but now he sees it!!! They are. so precious to me... :')

The Earth fleet is close!!! ...that's kind of bad actually.

Luida: "What happened to your hair?" Vash, very loudly: "ANYWAYS TIME FOR THE LAST STAND HUH?"

Oh Milly... I'm intrigued by the way she just plays along with it... she really is a lot like Vash. I wonder why Brad even did that though. I kind of feel like it was to keep people from acting aggressively towards Livio, as saying he died would lead to questions that would probably reveal Livio was at the center of it. Not for Livio's sake of course (I don't think Brad really cares about him) but Vash trusts him, Wolfwood sacrificed himself for him, and they really can't afford infighting at this point. ...never mind that Milly wouldn't have reacted that way anyways.

Ok lol I'd just been thinking "what happened to Zazie's arm and then..

hdjfhbvdjfvh

Oh, the coins are back. Interesting. Legato faceoff soon?

The hurt is palpable with poor Livio here...

Oh! I was right about Brad's reasoning! Cool! Also I think that's the friendliest we've ever seen Brad-

HJDHBJDHCBS???

BRANDON I'VE SAID IT BEFORE BUT EVERY INTERACTION YOU RISE FURTHER UP MY LIST OF FAVOURITE SIDE CHARACTERS

"Ya need to learn to let people help ya out" <-YES.

And of course Vash deflecting by playing up and overdramatizing what is probably a genuine reaction... I really think he knows this already but he's walled himself off so long. He appreciates everyone, he really does, but... them getting hurt is always going to be far worse than them being disappointed in him or himself getting hurt. It's not just because he cares about them... it's also just as much because he cares very little for himself. I also think he just... can't, right now. "Don't tell me something like that now" <- yeah because he's a gaping wound at this point. All he's done is put a stopper on his fresh grief, and he cannot afford to open it else he'll probably shatter and he can't right now.

??? Did Legato just kill Zazie? (Or I guess Zazie's body...) Also, he can walk again??? Huh???

Wow Zazie just took out Elendira and Knives... that's impressive actually.

AND THEY HAD A WORM IN THEIR VAGINA???

Oof, I don't actually want that to happen to Knives... that's pretty horrifying.

Ok. Ok Legato. I will readily admit you are one of the coolest people in this manga. That's incredibly badass. The amount of mental coordination he'd need to puppet himself around is incredible. And the reveal that he is literally puppeteering is fascinating. GIVE ME THE FORBIDDEN LEGATO LORE

So Vash is... making bullets with his powers? Ok... interesting. Wonder what they do? ...also he's using more of his powers. Hm. :/

Whjdfhsdfhb Livio jumpscare

Look at my dorky little guy

I'm so happy for him and his new haircut/outlook. (I bet Vash would know a little something about that huh? *cough cough* Eriks)

??????????? Hi Zazie. This was random...?

Oh, so this is Chronica! She's introduced pretty late in the manga. She's also an Independent it seems! And much more knowledgeable than either Vash or Knives. There's an entire generation of Independents from Earth! They have implanted neural blockers to prevent fusing??? Implications that fusing like what Knives is doing has happened before??? Hello??? Need to chew on this.

Vash WHAT are you doing freaking out like that hdfjhbsdfvh. Livio trying to calm him down like :|

Hjhsbjdfhbvs now they're all screaming at the bug... which. which is drawn like this.

...I wonder if Nightow-sensei was also upset by volume 10 and the rampant comedy right now is him coping...

Hjhdbfjhbfv they're so stupid

"...i'm gonna touch it" energy. HHDBSHCBHJBEJ VASH NO

...you know I do think there is something to be said about Vash acting like the irresponsible and foolish brother to... Wolfwood's brother. There's just. Yeah.

I love them both so much they are so stupid

Vash calling Elendira a bitch is so funny to me, especially because before the Ark he didn't seem to really know her at all. How much do you want to bet she dropped by just to annoy and vaguely threaten Vash and Legato while they were locked in that 7 month stalemate. Vash hears her walking into the room and is just like "GDI NOT AGAIN LEAVE ME ALONE".

Livio beloved... finally he's found purpose for himself... (please be careful against Elendira... I love you.......)

"Sometimes it's not easy to explain the power of someone's presence. Especially when it's someone so greatly and deeply connected to you. Some people can't even say it. But this helped Vash the Stampede realize... that he was feeling the same thing in his heart." <-he continues to haunt the narrative... but gosh what a thing to communicate to the reader here. what a thing, to realize how much you cared too late... but what a thing, also, to realize you had at all :') they both miss him so much… but he’s also their resolve

FINALLY we get to know how the Plants feel about all this!!! I feels so bad for them man. I feel they're similar to Vash in that they don't want anyone hurt really... but they're not able to fight their own fight. Pretty heartbreaking stuff.

Meryl... :'(

YES MILLY. CALL HIM OUT! Meryl is worried. Let her be worried.

AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!!! He's going to come back it means he's going to come back it means don't worry I'll find you again I'll come and find you this time I ahsjdcbhasjdvhbsjfhbv Vash you can be so sweet when you are not actively avoiding any and all emotional situations with people who care about you!!!

Chronica's going to turn off her limiter :O

Elendira: Hi :) *stabs you*

"I don't like nice men. They die so easily. He was like that too." <- Oh you did not just go there.

Elendira I think just has no faith in people. She looks actually a bit upset when she says "they die so easily" about "nice men". Then there's the "no matter what Vash the Stampede does, there will always be humans who ruin it." She's decided that while she wants Knives to succeed... if he doesn't, she'll just end the world regardless. Hm. Elendira you are so interesting to me.

Ohh... protecting the kids... Livio... :')

It's JASMINE???

YES! Livio has found his resolve! The cloak from Jasmine, the hat from the little kid! You can do it buddy!

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Fir the unusual asks!! BTS and perspective flip of your choosing for in the meadow!

you won't be up for a few more hours, but I finished this just barely and I've got a busy schedule today so here you go!

ty for sending this I seriously had sm fun

want to send in an unusal ask? here are the prompts !

BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from in the meadow

The bench !!!

Okay, since I know you enjoy the bench scene in chapter 8, squid, I decided to go back and see what I remembered. I’m gonna do a kind of play by play to stick with the DVD commentary theme, starting at the final chunk when Milly recaps her daily routine (after the Roberto altercation).

So, because this hasn’t come much into play yet, but the line:

“Milly was relieved she wouldn’t have to shoulder all that work herself.”

Was super intentional. It is kind of a character choice I made for Milly in this story, but she takes on responsibility that isn’t hers, and we’ll see this later in the story.

This section and chapter in general is where I introduced that the boys heal really quickly, and I do wish to this day that I had included more plant stuff, but i’ve also decided its never too late to introduce the cosmic horror or just pretty wings into the story

Oh my gosh i forgot how much of a brat I made knives in the beginning. He’s so scared and angry and of course he’s gonna take it out on Milly, but he’s also going to hold back because of that fear…. What a silly little traumatized man.

I loved writing Milly as she just got so excited when Knives would do ANYTHING. He’s moving? Perfect. He’s speaking in full sentences? Perfect. He’s looking me in the eye? PERFECT.

 Another character building line!

“…but Milly was trained in the art of reading expressions–a byproduct of being the mediator in her large family.”

So much happens in just two weeks time GEEZ

I think I could have done better at explaining how Milly feels about Knives’ personal crises. She’s so observant and has known the whole time that he’s suffering, but she had to put that fixing aside in favor of him gaining his strength back.

I think Milly has some anxiety that she has learned how to process well over the years, but its kind of manifested in weird habits (specifically popping her knuckles)

I really like this line vvv

“Milly could have screamed in frustration, but the tension surrounding them was so thick it probably would have silenced her.”

I also still think this line is hilarious, because at this moment, Milly is NOT thinking about Vash at all. During their physical therapy sessions she hardly notices him, except when Knives is being a little brat or when Milly goes to leave

“The ability to work his own muscles was a relief to both Milly and Knives. And Vash, she guessed.”

Milly is always watching, always learning, and always observing others for information. She may not do anything with it, but I think her upbringing had her kind of mediating her siblings and her nieces and nephews. This just resulted in her being able to read anyone, and gave her the ability to watch without being noticed. That way, she can see that Mr. “I can’t hold a poker face to save my life” Knives for what he truly is.

I was laying in bed when I thought of this scene, and i just loved the idea of powerful strongwoman Milly Thompson absolutely overpowering Millions Knives simply because he let himself wither away in self loathing, and she is determined to fix that.

And i liked the idea of him flailing and cursing her out for being nice. 

So I did base the cilantro bit off of personal experience. My mom grew cilantro in her garden earlier this year and informed me that after they go to seed they just go crazy, and anytime I would go into the yard and the wind would blow, it smelt SO MUCH LIKE CILANTRO IT WAS CRAZY. Apologies to those who have the bad cilantro gene!

“What…” his voice was soft, reluctant, “What is that smell?”

Oooo! This is the first time Knives truly addresses her!

Oh my gosh I forgot about this… its not important but its kind of a nice world building thing I could keep referencing.

“Her father was the resident composter, taking their food scraps and monitoring their decomposing process in his–admittedly gorgeous–enclosed composting system.”

Hehehe apple tree apple tree

I kind of have a rotation in my brain for the apple tree. They have four harvests every year, and the apple tree is fruiting every other time.

Oh gosh I just made my heart skip reading their conversation, i’m so silly about my own fic.

Cheesy dumb silly line that i love so much

“Besides, sunshine is one of the best medicines”

So I think I mentioned this when squid drew me that lovely and perfect and beautiful drawing of Knives and Milly at the end of this chapter, but I had this moment planned from the beginning. In my mind, it was the first step in Knives being like “Hey, I just had a human provide SOME genuine emotional care for me since Rem, and it feels weird”. Its that turning point, or at least the beginning of something.

Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from in the meadow from another character’s point-of-view

Oh geez, uuhh Vash carrying Meryl to bed in chapter 19 but from Meryl's perspective 

Meryl went from uncomfortably half-asleep with her cheek pressed against her seat's headrest, to snuggling against what she considered to be the perfect pillow. She wasn't sure what it was made of or how it got below her head, but it was solid and warm, and she could hear a faint but steady heartbeat beneath. Meryl knew then that she'd never find anything better.

And then, she was moving. 

It was slow, careful movement, but she could feel it nonetheless. She didn't mind it, the gentle breeze was welcome and whatever was carrying her had her wrapped up securely in its grasp, strong arms supporting her back and underneath her knees. She leaned into the pillow, the starchy fabric rubbing against her cheek, and she hummed quietly. 

It was overwhelming, the powerful hold sleep had on her. It felt like sand from the dunes was rolling over her, blown in with a hot Eastern wind. Meryl wasn't forming any coherent thoughts to begin with, and the newfound bed she was in was providing her with all the right circumstances to insure it stayed that way.

Her careful ears swore they heard some strange creaks, but Meryl opted to focus on that heartbeat from earlier. It resonated with her own, the two patterns matching and keeping time together. Meryl couldn't help but smile. 

That final crest of sleep was ready to crash over her when one of the steady limbs beneath her shifted, knocking her out of that blissful state. Meryl whined at the change, then a gentle voice from above calmed her, luring her back into peaceful rest with a gentle brush of warm air. She immediately complied, her beloved pillow providing solace.

Finally, she had stopped moving. Her mystery mode of transportation had ended its journey and Meryl chose this as the perfect opportunity to finally surrender completely. Nuzzling into her cradle, Meryl didn't bother with smells or touch (except that this warm pseudo-bed smelled just like home), she just allowed all of her muscles to relax as sleep beckoned her fully. In return, her place of rest squeezed tighter around her, and Meryl felt her chest warm, desperate to keep it this way forever. 

It was starting to get annoying, but right as she nearly descended into unconsciousness, the warmth was disappearing, being pulled away from her. That beloved pillow no longer cradled her head.

No no no

Her sleep addled brain had enough cognizance to reach out, and Meryl grasped at whatever she could. Finding purchase in some stiff, wrinkled fabric, Meryl knew the feel: it was her pillow, and she held tight. Pulling with all her might, Meryl figured it would've been easy. She was small, but she was strong, and she wanted to go back. She wanted to return to whatever had been holding her so carefully, whatever had cradled her in its arms.

Then, it was warm again, the heat returning as something brushed her cheek and the edge of her ear.

"You need to go to sleep in a bed, Meryl," a voice whispered, a familiar voice.

A very familiar voice.

Why did she need to sleep in a bed when Vash was right here? He was perfect for her to curl up into, and he was more comforting than any actual bed she'd ever slept in. She tried again to pull into his chest, but it was a futile effort; she was weak against the powerful force of sleep and Vash's wishes for her.

Relenting her grasp, Meryl nearly felt like crying as the warmth of his body completely disappeared, separated by a quilt that might as well have been a brick wall between them. Meryl did, however, enjoy the plush feeling of a real pillow beneath her head. Her bed began to adjust to her weight, sinking and molding to her frame, but Meryl couldn't help but miss the way that Vash's arms were already the perfect size. 

Meryl tried to sleep, tried to welcome those waves to wash over and drag her into oblivion, but it wouldn't come.

Then, grateful she hadn't succumbed, a hand--his hand--ran through her hair. Relief flooded her at the barest touch, the return of his natural heat soothing her so completely. Meryl sighed, her heart rate calming.

Sometime poked her mind, something that had bothered her before she slept, but she couldn't remember what.

His hand pulled away, and Meryl wanted to scream, demand he put it back, but her body was unwilling. Instead, she focused all of her remaining mental energy on that thought, the one that she had forgotten. 

Oh.

Her voice was creaky, sleepy sounding as she attempted her question, "Hey, Vash?"

Silence followed, and Meryl feared that he had already left. Desperate to peek, her eyelids were so heavy, and anything she tried to see was just shades of darkness.

Finally, he answered, "Yeah, Meryl?"

She wanted to smile, show she was glad he was still nearby, "Did you miss me?"

Another pause.

"Yeah," he replied quietly, "I did."

Something akin to satisfaction filled Meryl as she finally let go of all connection to consciousness. 

"Knew it."

[shingansoul]

For the Little Sisters and Crybaby Boys (Trigun fic)

Summary:

Vashwood week day 7: Free day

So I have wanted to start trying to write more about my thoughts on Vash's relationship with the other plants for awhile and so I thought the perfect way to ease into it would be for the concept of "Family", something that has such specific connotations for sides of Vashwood. I hope you enjoy!

@vashwoodweek

To read on AO3, follow the link below. To read here, continue past the read more!

“So, ‘little sister’ eh?”

Vash startled hard, stopping dead from their walk through town as his metal capped boots dug into sand and almost pitched himself forward to fall. Wolfwood stopped a couple steps ahead, grinning cheekily back at his companion’s over dramatic reaction. While the blonde was still windmilling his arms to keep his balance Wolfwood lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. He got a good long drag out of it before Vash finally caught himself and trotted up to him to close the distance once more. When He stood next to the priest again, wolfwood playfully blew the smoke in front of his face in lazily floating “O” ‘s instead of a steady stream. Vash blinked and with a pout he swatted them away with a gloved hand before walking onwards to continue their casual stroll.

“That’s a hell of a question to ask a guy on the way to breakfast, dont’cha think?” 

His voice trilled a bit with a bit of a forced chuckle for lack of knowing how to respond. Wolfwood canted his head in Vash’s direction, humming thoughtfully.

“Well, there’s not exactly a scheduled time and place to ask someone about talking to plants the way you’d talk to your sibling, not that i’ve ever heard at least.”

Vash made a sour ‘you got me there’ expression and sighed, crossing his arms for lack of idea of what to do with them. 

“Well… they are my siblings, sort of…not like Knives is, but..” He nervously glanced at Wolfwood, gauging his reaction before trying to move onwards. To Wolfwood’s credit, he didn't stop nor did he say anything in return. He did however let his eyebrows shoot up into his bangs and his eyes look over his sunglasses to meet Vash’s own greenish blue ones with a look of surprise. After a few moments he let his features relax but his attention was just as intent on the other to continue. Vash sighed, a mix of releasing nerves he still had and letting himself relax from the bracing he had done for any possible less favorable reaction the priest might have had.

“We were born much later than the others, the plants I mean. They were all…,” He paused, unsure what word was best before he settled on, “ made back on earth, before they sent out the people that would be the first one’s here on this planet. Not that they were supposed to come here specifically but…” He laughed awkwardly, unwilling to meet the others' eyes.

Wolfwood took the moment to let himself slide the step of distance between them over as they walked, pressing their shoulders together and occasionally their legs would gently glide against the other’s as they walked. Vash let his lips quirk a little at the action, glancing up at Wolfwood in silent appreciation. 

“Some were made specifically for that trip, while others had been around for many hundreds of years before I was ever born. So technically they’re closer to like…my aunts and cousins or even my grandma by a good few greats? But they can’t really take care of themselves like I can, they’re working so hard for everyone else here. So..since they always need cared for, I like to think of them as my little sisters who I can sometimes give relief or even guidance to. Th-that’s probably a bit unfair to say about them, and maybe it’s selfish to say they can’t-...well.” He stopped himself, shaking his head as if to physically shake off whatever thought line he had caught himself going down without realizing it.

“I can feel them, their pain, their emotions and desires, and I can share my own with them as much as I can take on theirs. And they’re the only ones like me and Knives, so… they’re family to me, even if the concept isn't really for things like us i suppose. If we can give to the humans, I think maybe it’d be okay to take on things from them too. Having a family has always felt nice to me.” 

He offered a smile to the man at his side, a bit small but it felt genuine so Wolfwood offered one of his own briefly. He let his gaze fall to flit about the town around them, a few scattered stores and stalls wafting scents of anything from soap and leather to metal and various foods both tempting and appalling alike. The blend was a bit overwhelming admittedly, but aside the scrunch of his nose in reflex he didn't mention it. It wasn't much longer until they arrived at where Vash had first excitedly been pulling him early that morning, a small stall smooshed into the space between two strips of buildings with various shops and the occasional home attached. The smell from it wasn’t as strong compared to the mix in the air around them, but noting the various treats and breads on display in the glass box atop the counter made him shoot Vash a fond look of faux exasperation.

‘Donuts, of course.’

The man in question was excitedly bouncing on his heels as they reached the end of the decently short line for the stall, impatience and enthusiasm radiating off him in waves. Wolfwood let his mind wander a bit as they waited, Vash’s mindless prattle about potential various options not lost on him but nothing new to need his focus or response. 

“Having a family has always felt nice to me.” 

Wolfwood certainly understood and shared the sentiment, his very mission being based around that very bond. Family, what was it but those you cared for and those who cared for you in return? Did it need to be anything more than that? Wolfwood couldn't guess at what exactly the plants in their bulbs could possibly do for Vash specifically, but they did give life to the numerous towns that Vash drifted between across their planet so maybe that was how they showed whatever love something like them could. Wolfwood had known since before meeting Vash that he was as inhuman as the thing full of hate and violence that the Eye of Micheal worshiped and killed for. However, over the years together Wolfwood had decided that Vash’s inhuman nature took on the form of benevolence no selfish human could ever match to oppose the unforgiving cruelty of his match. And it was in that compassion and love for the unloveable Wolfwood had nestled himself quite firmly, so he of all people could tell you that Vash loved his “sisters” and most if not all living things alongside them. So yeah, he could certainly see how they were just as much family as his own.

“Nicholas, you just have to try one of these!” 

Wolfwood snapped back to attention, the use of his first name usually reserved for important or emotional moments between them so he was worried at first. However, before he could even say anything, the blonde now in front of him (when did he side step him?) quick as a snake shot forward and shoved something into his mouth. He squawked a bit indignantly, taken off guard but after a moment he took in the flavor; it was warm though not piping hot and the dough seemed to almost melt in his mouth. It was coated in a light sweet icing and what seemed to be some kind of cinnamon flavored syrup. It might have been the most extravagant tasting thing he had ever eaten, and he reached up to greedily shove the rest of it in his mouth, not allowing Vash the chance to possibly snag the rest of it back. Vash laughed happily, turning back to the stall owner and ordered another couple of the gourmet(price and advertising be damned, he knew good quality shit when he tasted it) donuts. 

Without thinking, he licked his finger tips one at a time trying to make sure he didn't waste any of the syrup or glaze. He caught Vash’s owlish blink and head tilt in this action, neck growing hot out of mild embarrassment but the wide smile and warm laugh that Vash gave in return made it more than worth it. To get a look like that just for him, he’d do much more without regret than a little childish desert eating. Having by now finished paying and receiving the rest of their haul, Wolfwood let himself be led by the crook of his elbow across the street towards the main plaza where there were a few unoccupied benches. Vash all but dead dropped onto the first one they got close enough to, dragging Wolfwood down beside him earning him a light flick to the head as punishment but they were both grinning despite themselves. Once settled, Vash almost desperately rooted through the bag, grabbing another donut and passing it to Wolfwood’s waiting hands. He only then fished one out for himself and bit into it with an exaggerated moan that bordered tears of joy.

Wolfwood slung an arm over the back of the bench behind Vash, nibbling at his own treat much more slowly than the first one had been killed off. Vash was mostly distracted with his treat, but he leaned back so that his shoulder blades were against the priest’s arm to offer some kind of casual contact. Wolfwood waited until Vash had calmed down most of the theatrics and was simply eating before he decided to offer almost too-casually a bit of himself forward. After all, it was only fair.

“I guess mine are like little brothers and sisters too, by that logic.” He said it without looking at Vash, so he heard rather than saw the cocking of his head in interest as he hummed in interest while chewing on the current bite of pastry in his mouth.

“Nobody at the orphanage is actually related to anyone else, we usually got kids left on their own without a chance anywhere else, not whole broods or anything like that. And twins aren’t the most common, unlike with you, needle-noggin. But everyone is like a big family there, Miss Melanie always taking care of everyone and the older kids chipping in with the younger ones to lighten the load. It was hard work living there, but it was…it was really nice honestly. I don’t know if anyone that was there last I visited is still there, but the little ones would always look up at me with runny noses and wet eyes and I always ended up caving. They’d always…they’d always call me…” 

He had to pause, realizing that as he went on, he felt his throat burn a bit and there was a certain pressure light but certainly there in his nose. Had he really almost-? He felt a hand rest on his thigh, squeezing it gently and he looked over to see Vash offer him a small smile and understanding eyes and he leaned into his space a bit more.

“What did they call you, Nicholas?”

This time, it felt right hearing his first name spoken so gently and coaxingly from the blonde’s lips. He inched his foot outwards until his knee pressed up against the smooth metal of Vash’s kneepad. It was cool against his skin through his pants, grounding him a little as he swallowed back down the lump in his throat from earlier. Regaining his composure, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back to rest against the back of the bench they sat on.

“Nico-nii.”

“Would you…like to tell me more? About the kids at the orphanage all the way in December? About the time you were their Nico-nii? You don’t have to of course but…”

With the taste of sugar on his lips and the warmth of his only friend against him, he nodded slowly and began to recall. And he hoped on this bench in a nameless town to the south, he could instead think of December and the crowded but humble streets of its market district. Of kids playing games outside while he fed their thomas’ and helped Miss Melanie hang the laundry. Of him watching and carrying around babies and coaxing little crybaby boy’s that the orphanage was a nice place to live in a world like this. And he hoped that Vash could see it with him some day.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

KISS ASK MEME 16 W GILLVASH??????

I've also been thinking about babies and well combined these two thoughts

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Gillian wasn't in their room when Vash came back.

He sighed; he'd kinda expected this. His wife knows she's supposed to be taking it easy right now yet she also, and he says this with incredible fondness, has the attention span of a worm and tends to wander away. He'd have to find her.

Several months pregnant, she can't get far, which helps him. Plus, he knows this place better than her, and knows he can find her quickly.

He steps back into the hall; they've been staying at the ship, Home, while she's pregnant that way the plant experts who live here can watch her since no ones seen a pregnancy from an independent before now. It's helped make him less nervous about all of this, definitely. Though her inability to not wander away by herself hasn't made him feel any better. Good thing he's become an expert in finding her.

Walking around the halls, he checks inside a few rooms for her, but each one was empty. Her usual hangout areas such as the garden and the library held no signs of her right now. He frowns, continuing his search. Where could her whims have taken her now?

It's walking by the open kitchen door that he sees her. Her back is turned and he sees her seemingly putting something together. He smiles, glad to have found her finally. He steps inside. "There you are." 

She turns when she hears him, wide eyed expression turning into the bright smile that makes him feel like the sun is shining into him. "Vash !" When she fully turns, he can see her rounded stomach, carrying their first child. "Hi, my love. You finished?"

"Yeah." He says, cocking his hip with a hand on it. "What're you doing in here? You know that you shouldn't be on your feet this much."

She makes a little motion with her hand, knowing he's right, but preparing to defend herself. "Right. Well, I figured you would be hungry when you got back and that's why I came here to prepare you some food and also I made myself some food."

He shook his head; she's incredibly sweet, and always makes admonishing her a hard task. Though he knows she never feels actual hunger, he also stops himself from pointing that out, knowing she simply enjoys eating sometimes. "I could've made us some food myself, dearest."

"I know, but I was bored." She pouts.

There it is, he knew it. "Love," He starts. "You can't just wander off on your own like this whenever you're bored; not right now. You should be in bed now. Remember?"

"I know." Her frown deepens, and she looks to the side, arms behind her back; almost like a child with her hand caught inside the cookie jar. "But," she struggles to find the but. "It's just tedious sitting there by myself sometimes. All I can do is read and draw and stuff and I like it but sometimes I just feel like walking around too."

"Yeah, I know, and I hate trying to tell you what to do and keep you cooped somewhere. But think of our baby now. It's best for all of us if you can take it easy for right now, pretty please." It takes nerves of absolute steel for Vash to not immediately cave to her and actually enforce this, but he needs to do that.

She's quite. "Alright, alright; I'm sorry, baby." She says to him.

"Good, now let's get back to our room." He gestures with his shoulder that way. 

"Yeah, alright. But I haven't finished the food and it's almost done how about I just finish that super super super quick." She says in a flurry, already turning back to the counter.

Vash sighs, again. He'd also kind of expected this too. Looks like he's got no choice now.

Walking towards her, he gets behind her and quickly hooks an arm under her legs and secures the other around her back, scooping her off the ground in a quick, but also careful, movement. "Gotcha." 

"Woah ! Hey, Vash ! What're you doing? Come on, just let me finish this and then I promise I'm gonna go back to the room."

"Not a chance; sorry, but I need to keep you off your feet." He makes sure she's secure in his arms, no part of her uncomfortable anywhere.

She pouts again, an adorable frown gracing her face as she folds her arms. "I just wanted to cook." She mumbles.

He smiles at her; he does feel bad seeing her a little upset, but also he finds her cute when she's like this too. "You're pouting." He says.

"Am not." She pouts.

"Yes you are. Come on, you know I'm right here, dearest. Where's that smile now, hm?"

She turns her head to the side, little frown on her lovely face. "Hm."

"Awe, please? You know I love seeing it. Can't you show me your smile again, please?" When she keeps her frown, she quickly dips his head in and gives her a kiss. "Come on, dearest." He gives her another kiss. And another. And another and another, a storm of quick kisses along her lips, cheek, and jaw with a smile.

"Vash, quit it." She says without any conviction, trying to fight her elation.

But he keeps kissing her again and again and again along her beautiful face. "Never." He says. 

As he kisses her more, she finally caves. He hears her little giggles emerging and keeps kissing as he feels her smiling, squirming slightly in his secure grip. "Vash !" She giggles.

He pulls back to look at her, his own gentle smile in place. "There it is." He says.

When her giggles subside for now, she huffs a small breath, looking at him. "You're crazy." She teases him.

"Yeah, crazy in love." He adjusts his hold, bringing her closer.

Her little laugh fills him with pure, loving joy. "What a coincidence, same with me." She leans her head onto his bicep, kissing his shoulder. Her eyes stay looking at him with a smile.

"Now, how about I finish putting together the lovely food you made, thank you for it by the way, and then get you back to our room? Where I'm going to be with you and keep you company. That sound nice?"

"It does, darling."

With that decided, he gets to work. Setting her briefly on the counter, he keeps one arm around her waist while using the other to cook; this is part because he likes having her close, and part caging her with his body to keep her from trying to help or wander around again. The counter allows her to sit, and also while her shortness wouldn't normally deter her from trying to jump off it, her belly does. It works out, all in all.

She was right when she said she was almost done with their food, he finished plating it quickly. He put away the excess ingredients but decided to leave the dishes for now before Gill got too bored again, mentally promising to clean them soon.

"Here we go." He grunts, gathering her from the counter and holding her the same way again after some little adjustments. "Can you carry the food?"

"Mhm." She says, grabbing the tray and using her belly to balance it.

"Good; let's head back then." He starts walking out of the kitchen.

"I can walk on my own, you know, darling." She says.

"Yeah, you can." But they're both aware how much he just loves an excuse to carry her; he'd carry her everywhere if he wasn't afraid it'd be weird somehow.

She hums. "You're going to be a great father." She says, reflecting.

Her confidence in him always brings him joy, the warmth she gives him swirling in his body. "Thank you." He says, trying not to sound overly emotional.

Just then, there's a little kick from her belly; Vash feels it hit him where her belly touches his chest.

She laughs. "The baby agrees !"

He laughs too, glancing at where it came from. "Seems she does." He says, his hand brushing the side of her belly.

Gill snuggles into his chest. They're quiet for a minute, before she talks. "I'm sorry I keep running off and worrying you like this; I'm not trying to, darling."

"Of course you're not, dearest." He reassures her. "I can't blame you for getting restless sometimes. I'm here to help remind you of stuff like this. I am tempted to just tie you to the bed to keep you there." He's joking. Eh, mostly joking.

"Hm, sounds hot." She says.

He stutters, face blushing. It's his turn to frown, shy as he turns his head away. "You, stop it." He groans.

She laughs, and he joins in.

They get back, Vash gently setting her on the bed. She sets their food on the bedside table. For a minute she just looks at him, head tilted back as he stands a lot taller than her, with a little smile he matches. "I love you." She tells him.

"I love you." He says. He leans closer, nuzzling her face, one hand going on her belly. He feels it's warmth, picturing their baby forming inside.

It never matters if she finds herself wandering off, because no matter what, no matter where, no matter when, Vash is always going to find her. She's the woman who showed him true love, the woman he's forever tied to. He'd never let her go.