#Wolfwood x Original Character

[ayyydra]

Need (Simwood)

A/N: Felt like writing some fluff/angst with Wolfwood and my Trigun O.C, Simela Simeonidis (A fellow EoM agent). She tries to get him to voice his needs since he's been putting the needs of others above his own, almost his entire life. Trimax & 1998 Anime coded Wolfwood. Tags: Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Nicholas D. Wolfwood is shocking at voicing his own needs so Simela is here to help him out, just two EoM agents wanting to live a happy life together, Hinted smut but it's not happening. Word count: 1217. Ao3 Link Trigun Fic Masterlist Divider credit: cafekistune

He was completely under her spell and utterly bewitched by her.

There she was, naked and sitting in his lap - in their post-coital afterglow - her thumbs gently running themselves over his cheeks as Simela tenderly held Nicholas' face. Her golden eyes gazed down into Nicholas' dark blue eyes, her own filled with so much love and adoration for him. The way Simela looked at him made him almost feel shy, like a giddy little boy falling in love all over again, her gaze making his heart flutter and skip a beat. He felt like the luckiest man alive having a woman as loving, caring, and understanding as Simela.

“What do you want from me, baby? What do you need? I’m right here.” Simela cooed, her long black hair cascading down and forming a curtain around his face. She smiled down at Nicholas, her calloused yet delicate fingers combing through his black hair and smoothing it back so that she could see all of him. A few stray black locks of his hair slipped from her gentle grip to frame his face.

“I want… I need… I…”

Nicholas stuttered, searching her eyes for an answer. He was speechless, it was as if her gaze turned him to stone and robbed him the ability to form a coherent response. He had never been asked out aloud what he wanted and what he needed, nor did he even think to voice it to anyone - not even Simela.

For the last few hours, he had happily been busy attending to her needs, showering her with the utmost love, affection and pleasure. The only thing he concerned himself with, was her release and pleasure, how many times he could bring her to such a euphoric high. It brought him such great satisfaction to know that his hands could pry such wonderful sighs and moans of pleasure from her, smiling whenever her body would oh-so-easily lean into his touch and beg for more.

Though, not only could his hands bring her such great pleasure, but they also had the ability to pull her into a secure embrace to keep her safe and to protect her; to comfort her, to look after and take care of her. The same hands he used to wield the punisher could hold her close after a nightmare to comfort her, greet her in the morning in the form of a gentle touch that followed up with a kiss and a cuddle. They could rub her back or shoulders after a long day, or just merely hold her hands.

Knowing and feeling that all of him could bring great comfort and stability to Simela was enough. He could do good for both the children at the orphanage, and for the woman he loved. Knowing that made him feel over the moon. It turned out that he did have the ability to protect that of which he held so dear to his heart.

"But what about you, Nick?! Have you ever voiced your needs?! Why don’t you ever voice them to me? To anyone? It’s okay to ask for something in return, you know…”

He recalled the countless small arguments he and Simela had about him not being vocally open about his needs. Nicholas never asked for affection from Simela outright, but did it in a non-verbal, physical manner. Very often, he would bunt his head into her hands, weasel himself into her lap, wrap an arm around her shoulders or waist and hold her close, cup her face in his hands, or even hug her from behind. He didn’t feel the need to ask anything from Simela. She just knew what Nicholas wanted from his gestures alone, and that was one of the many things he loved about her. He didn’t have to say anything because the mutual understanding was already there.

After all, actions spoke louder than words, right?   But how could he even begin to express himself in words? He wanted to give her the world and have a future with her. That’s if he was deserving of one with her of course. 

He pictured their future together in his head multiple times. The two of them, settling down in a quaint home or apartment in a small town with some children running around, living a peaceful, happy life together, taking good care of both her and the kids. Perhaps he would look into living off the land as a new profession, with Simela opening a bakery like she had always wanted and continuing in her late mother’s footsteps.

Ahhh, but what about the children and Miss Melanie at the orphanage? Perhaps he and Simela could continue to work together to protect the orphanage, and surely she would have no issues doing that and helping him out. After all, she came from Hopeland just like he did, and she supported any ideas he had in helping and protecting the orphanage and helping out with the kids or Miss Melanie where she could. With her around, it meant that he would be free of the dreams he had blood on his hands.

Most importantly, they would finally be free from the shackles of the Eye of Michael. Free from the burden that weighed heavily on their shoulders in their current professions. Free to roam Gunsmoke with or without any prospective children as they pleased. Free to heal from their shared pain and trauma together in each other’s warm embrace.

And heck, if Lady Luck was kind enough to him, perhaps he would even get the opportunity to ask her to- “Nico?” She called to him, her voice snapping Nicholas out of his thoughts.

“Mmm?”

"Sooo… Have you thought about it?" She asked, chuckling as she ran a thumb over his cheek.

“Mmm… Yeah. I… I want you to hold me and kiss me.” He said, giving the flesh on her hip a gentle squeeze. There was an element of assertiveness to his voice which seemed to make her smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He then closed his eyes, soon feeling Simela’s hands cup his face. Her lips first pressing themselves against his forehead before leaving a trail of soft kisses down from the bridge of his nose to his lips. At first, she pressed a soft, shy peck to his lips before pulling him into a string of deeper kisses. Her tongue then gently swiped his bottom lip, to which he gladly parted his mouth and allowed her to explore; tasting the light mastic from her cigarettes when their tongues met. The earthy sweetness of her taste left him wanting more and more, causing him to become breathless no matter how much she breathed in to his kisses.  

"Simela... There’s something else… I need..." He asked between breathless kisses.

"Hmm?” She pulled away from his lips with a soft pop, leaving them to softly brush against his lips as she spoke. “And what would that be, baby?" she purred.

"You." He breathed, smiling as he rubbed his stubbly cheek against hers and pushed her down onto the bed; peppering her face with kisses.

Simela laughed as she fell back onto the bed, nuzzling into his kisses while wrapping her arms around him. "Aww, it's okay, Nicholas. You already have me, I'm here and always will be. Just for you, baby~”

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Trigunsona for me to make them kiss Vash

Ramsey Jasket

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doodle page

[valintiino]

vashwood dump with a lil self insert

[into-the-feniverse]

Trigun OCs || Kotori & Kaeda

(I'm assigning Vash & Wolfwood some kids)

Additional Info (& doodles) under the cut!

About Kotori:

Name meaning: "little bird"

Nicknames: Ko, little sparrow, songbird, chirp

She's a very timid and shy thing, very quiet, softspoken stays out of trouble. She struggles to make friends and prefers to sit by herself in a corner and read. But once she warms up to you she is the sweetest little thing.

Vash found her one day while he was traveling through the desert. She was all by herself in an abandoned town, with no clue where she was or where she should be. The only things she seemed to know was her name and age (4 at the time). He took her to the nearest town, but nobody seemed to know who or where she was from, or really wanted anything to do with her. So she traveled for a bit with him until they found a town with a reputable orphanage. Vash felt a little bad about leaving her there, especially after everything they had been through together, but it was for the best. Thankfully, she's a very forgiving and understanding person, and while she was a little sad she didn't put up much of a fuss. Vash tries to visit whenever he can though.

Her favorite color is lilac and she likes storms

About Kaeda:

Name meaning: "maple tree"/pulled from "Kaeda Valley" (but in actuality, in the creator context, extrapolated from Cicada ;P)

Nicknames: bug, roly-poly, creepy crawly, little terror/tyke, runt

She’s an energetic little ball of spite and curiosity. She can be a bit hot-headed, extremely stubborn, and very persistent. She’s not afraid to speak her mind and probably picks more fights than she should (verbal and physical) and doesn’t know when to quit, which gets her into a lot of trouble with the caretakers at the orphanage. She's not above biting when provoked.

Despite her rather vibrant personality, she does make friends fairly easily, once other kids give a chance to get to know her a bit better. She’s on good terms with most of the other kids at the orphanage, but butts heads with a lot of the kids in town. Once she’s decided you’re her friend though she will be fiercely loyal until the end.

Kaeda met Wolfwood by chance. He happened to be staying in town one day when she spotted him and took an immediate interest in his appearance (Aka followed him around asking him "what his deal" is/why he had a giant cross). Wolfwood thought she was amusing at first, but quickly found her to be rather annoying once realizing how absolutely relentless she could be. Unfortunately this town was one of the spots that he ended up passing through/staying in fairly frequently. So Kaeda had ample opportunities to continue pestering him every time he passed through, which she did without fail. (It's like she has a sixth sense for when he's around). After awhile though (and he’d never actually say this to the little brat’s face, but) he does end up enjoying spending time with her, even if she can be annoying as all hell more often than not. But in the end it’s a little endearing. It’s like having a little sister of sorts.

Her favorite color is yellow and her favorite food is Mac and cheese

She's rather small for her age, but what she lacks in size she more than makes up for in energy and spirit

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Though we are trapped in this strange, strange simulation.

[cikalys]

Babies…

[zoupkat]

me when when the art is not arting

ART/DOODLE DUMP TIME RAHH

tiny stupid comic I made when I was eepy (sorry for bad handwritign)

zoupkat and wolfwood are besties because I said so

the reasons why most of them like shit is because they were rushed or for funzies so sorry🙁

a little kniveskat thing I made recently ^^

(knives canonically doesn’t understand this feeling he’s this is lore/tiny spoilers in a scene to my silly stupid fanfic I’m gonna make on wattpad and ao3)

[goldenteaset]

Ligature Chapter 11 Is Here!

This is the one I cried at a few days earlier. No regrets!

Chapter 11/??: Repossessed Goods

Fandom: Trigun

Rating: M

Pairings: Legato/Vash, brief Legato/Meryl (other pairings to be decided)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, AU - Vash Saves Legato, (see rest of fic for tags)

Preview:

"I've always known how to shoot, just like I've always known about Eden. It's a place we'll make with our own hands. A place where there are no wars and no stealing. It's weird, but...I think I was in Eden, once. And then... I did a bad thing, Wolfwood. I know it was just a dream, and I should forget it, but...there's someone I owe an apology to. When that time comes, will you stay with me?"

[kichukitsu]

Someone commissioned me to do a cigarette kiss of their trigun oc and Wolfwood ! I had the most fun with this one! Thank you for commissioning me !

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Assorted Avery doodles, my beloved

Commissions are open!

[ukistarlight]

i’ll cry in the security of your arms | 776 words

about: vash x oc

summary: volt doesn’t like being surrounded by too many people. He hides on the rooftop to look at the stars until someone sit by his side.

author’s note: Hello! I’m here with more vash x volt drabble! (i have a whole file full of them) If you’re reading this, thank you! if you wanna know more about my oc you can click here! For a bit of context, Volt in Trigun would also be an independent in a unlisted ship that fly away from earth. He was the first independent and was treated very badly on this ship. He was the only survivor after the big fall.

The sky was covered in lights, everyone in the tavern was drinking to their heart's content, happy that everyone was saved. Volt looked at everyone absentmindedly, everyone had a smile on their face. The laughter was loud and echoed in the small tavern. After a moment, Volt excused himself silently, going out to hide on the rooftop where we knew no one would come to see him. So there he sat, looking up at a sky colored by worms. That is until he heard a noise behind him. His reflexes getting the best of him he swiftly got out his knife and put it under the intruder’s throat. Until he saw that this intruder had soft baby blue eyes and blond hair. He gasped and quickly withdrew his weapon.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to attack you! God I’m so sorry I hope I didn’t leave any wounds.” Vash just laughed softly.

“You’re fine, don't worry! I should be the one apologizing, for sneaking behind your back like that.” He plopped down next to him and smiled. Volt escaped his soft gaze nervously.

“You should go back with the others. There isn’t much to do here.”

“I wanted to see you. Besides, I also needed some fresh air.” A comfortable silence fell between them, both of them looking at the sky. Volt hugged his knees tightly finally letting out the question that has been burning his lips since he met the blond.

“Do you think I’m selfish?”

“Why would I think that of you? You saved my life twice!”

“I think I am. The Big Fall. Sometimes I catch myself thinking that I’m glad it happened.”

“Horrible isn’t it? So many people died. But… At that time I thought that it was either them or me.”

“Does this make me a selfish person, Vash?” Volt looked at him with tears in his eyes that he wasn't allowed to fall. Vash sadly smiled and cupped his cheek, wiping away a single tear that fell down Volt’s face before hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry. You suffered a lot don’t you? It’s okay, I’m here now. You’ll be fine.” And as Vash kept whispering words of comfort to him, he felt like a downfall of emotion crashed violently onto him. He melted in Vash’s embrace, his face buried in his neck and his hand holding tightly onto his jacket.

And he cried.

He finally allowed himself to cry for himself. For his own sorrows that he swore to keep for himself deep down locked in a corner of his heart. But Vash came and walked past all his boundaries he so hardly set up to protect himself and found behind them a small child wounded, crying his heart out. Vash carefully took him into his arms, singing a lullaby to ease the scared child in his arms who immediately hid his face on his chest.

He cried, screamed, let out an insane frustration and hatred that he didn’t want anyone to see.

“Am I only a monster to them?! They took EVERYTHING away from me and crushed the hope and love I once felt. Vash please, please tell me, will I be able to love them? Can I ever love someone again without having this crippling fear of being hurt?!” Volt screamed his eyes red and cheeks puffy while Vash kept whispering “It’s okay, let it all out.” a hand lost in his white locks.

“I’m sorry you weren’t given the love you deserve, no that we all deserved.” He cupped his face in his palms, Volt felt safe just by his gentle gaze on him. “I’m here now. I’ll be the one to give you the love you deserve. And I’ll show you. I’ll prove to you that despite everything, there’s still kindness in this world and that you’re also kind and beautiful.” Volt was shocked for a moment, new tears came flowing down his cheeks. He let his face fall on Vash’s chest and hugged him tightly, exhaustion predominant in his usual kind traits.

“I wish I could've met you sooner…” He whispered before falling asleep on him, Vash still petting his hair softly.

“They’re asleep Wolfwood, you can stop hiding.” He suddenly said, the black haired man coming out from his hiding spot.

“You knew I was there since the beginning huh.” He replied, a cigarette between his lips.

“Hm. I knew you didn’t want to interrupt him. So you heard.”

Wolfwood sat beside Volt, still sleeping against Vash who put his coat on him so he wouldn’t catch a cold, and let out a sigh.

“I guess we all have our own demons to fight.”

[shialafarge]

#Vashwood VWinHL AU (Trigun x BBB Crossover) ③ 14p ***TRIMAX SPOILER!***

Wolfwood's eye color/setting is different

BBB characters talked this time

"What did Vash learn from WolfWood?" "Humanity"

Part 3. Something I want to say: I originally planned to do this way later in the storyline but my plan is never working :D Nothing related to the previous chapters so i didn't do anything in the title -------------------------------

One thing about Vash's eyes color change: The red represents desire.

It indicates he realized there's a desire deep in his mind.

And now he can't deny it.

[into-the-feniverse]

The Trigun 98 dynamic

(Original photo under the cut)

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Quarter Finals - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Wolfwood

I love him. Man who has no faith in himself or humanity or god with so much blood on his hands, fighting for something he knows he can never see come to fruition in person. He carries his own literal cross and grave marker on his back. Just… he’s so iconic to me.

I'm sure I'm not the first to submit him. But I did it anyway. I hope he wins and I'll do anything in my power to make sure he does

Dude is literally a priest who carries around a giant cross. Yes he uses the cross to murder people but that is besides the point. Also he has a mini church he carries around for on-the-go confession services.

hes literally a priest(hes not a priest in the reboot but he is in the original and thats what matters to Me). he carries around a cross that is actually secretly a gun with guns inside that gun. he runs a church/orphanage. he carries around a portable confession booth and charges people money for it because he is broke as fuck. he dies bleeding out over an alter begging to god for forgiveness he doesnt think he deserves. he is everything to me.

look at this man he's a priest with a cross shaped gun that (spoilers) dies against the side of a church while waxing poetic about life and redemption (/spoilers), this is the Catholic ever.

Wolfwood is liiiiiterally Judas coded in the text. AND his weapon is a massive cross that turns into a machine gun and a LASER. Not to mention his religious trauma. Oh baby. The religious trauma.

Homeboy literally walks around with a giantass 300lb machine gun shaped like a cross called the Punisher. Hes a priest/undertaker depending on what version of trigun you reference. Grew up in a church orphanage. Also literally walks around with a portable confessional box for people to pay to confess to him. Need i say more.

HE IS LITERALLY JUDAS. he is literally leading the jesus allegory to his doom. hes also in love with the jesus allegory (vash). he is also carrying arouns a giant cross rhat is also a gun. hes literally catholic and judas and his tits are perfect. in one piece of official art he's wearing a cross choker. also the catholicism on gunsmoke is about making vash submit. wolfwood looking at that pathetic wet mess of a man oh i can make him submit easily.

He literally carries around a giant cross and is referred to as a priest by multiple characters. also he offers people confessionals

He carries a huge machine gun that is in the shape of a cross that is really heavy (he is strong) and his boobs are huge. So you know hes serving cunt in a god honoring way. Also in trigun 1998 he brings around a small chapel that he uses as a portable confessional and in trigun stampede he holds funeral services as an undertaker which are way overly priced. Also he dies very gayly (basicly confessing his love to his best boy friend forever)

Nick's funny bc he's probably the least Christian acting guy but is literally a preacher. There's a running gag with Vash asking some variation of "what the hell kinda churchman are you?" His gun is a gigantic cross. He rides a shitty motorcycle in the middle of the desert.

ok so thematically the main conflict in trigun is about peace vs violence and its represented by the characters vash and knives respectively. the two aren't /technically/ angels but thematically and through imagery they are and are comparable to michael and lucifer specifically. ANYWAYS. vash and knives are the characters who are constantly pushing and pulling at wolfwood's morality, sort of like a "the devil and god are raging inside of me" kinda deal. his grappling with his morality and faith is a big factor in his character. also he has a giant fucking gun shaped like a cross. and he dies in a church while praying.

Bros an orphan who grew up at a Catholic orphanage and taken away to be trained and genetically changed into a supercharged assassin for interworldly beings that have lots of angel imagery attached. Guy thought he was just going to be taken to become a missonary...instead he got 6 years of religious trauma. He still wears a cross necklace and holds it often. His gun is a literal cross "full of mercy" (its a missile launcher). He never really believed fully in the faith or anything, but the way he interacts with it is FASCINATING. He's jaded by the planet he lives on and his upbringing, and makes him say his most iconic quote: "We're nothing like God. Not only do we have limited powers, but sometimes we're driven to become the devil himself." He prays to a God he doesn't know if he actually believes in, asking for another day— for hope for the human race. The organization hes part of (The Eye of Michael) works for an interdimensional otherworldly being that has an incredible amount of angelic metaphor and imagery attached who intends to purge the planet of humans... and ends up siding with that guy's twin brother who is so Jesus coded it's insane. They are best friends even as Wolfwood is acting under instructions to babysit and watch him for his twin brother. He dies after facing down against his old mentor (named Chapel) and his pseudo brother from the orphanage who was taken into the Eye as well and his Jesus bestie buries him and sticks his cross-gun in the ground after losing his shit crazy style and using his pseudo alien angel Jesus powers to lash out at his brother for being the cause of Wolfwood's death. Rest in peace king

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Dana

in a world of monsters and paranormal activity and alien conspiracies her faith is still important to her and I love her for it (well. that and many other reasons)

She’s a doctor but quit to become an FBI agent so she ends up just doing autopsies on people who died to ghosts or aliens. She is usually super factual and a huge skeptic, but she has repeated crises of faith and has to go to church to chill out. She feels guilty about everything constantly. Her family members remind her to be more catholic and then they end up dying and then she feels even worse. She gets abducted by aliens.

Most of her character arc revolves around struggling to square her faith with a) being a heavily skeptical scientist b) aliens being real (something she resisted very strongly on the grounds that she’s a skeptical scientist) c) being abducted and getting pregnant and nearly dying as a result of said aliens being real. Struggles with this so much that she’s in the confession booth like :grimace: especially because her investigative partner Mulder is a) an atheist b) believes in aliens just as strongly as she believes in Jesus

Refuses to believe in aliens because there’s absolutely no proof for it but then spends a whole ass episode trying to convince Fox “Aliens abducted my sister” Mulder that angels are real and can cause miracles. The sheer quantity of scientific qualifications she has only to turn around and say she wholeheartedly thinks biblical angels are 100% legit

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Wolfwood doodles