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fairy-writes · 4 months ago

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Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Trigun Stampede

Pairing(s): Vash the Stampede x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Angst, Reader is Short, Use of Various Nicknames (mayfly, half-pint, shorty, etc.)

Notes: I’m still very new to the Trigun Stampede fandom. So please forgive me if I get anything wrong!

ALSO, YES, I’M STEALING THE TITLE FROM COCO

PART TWO HERE

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When you opened your eyes, you scared the poor nurse checking your vitals.

Your eyes flew open, and you gasped for air. The nurse screams and pushes a button as you pass back into unconsciousness.

When you wake up again, there’s a doctor in a white lab coat writing something on a clipboard when he notices you looking around.

“Ah, so you’re awake then?” He says kindly, and you mumble something incoherent. Your throat is as dry as the desert outside, and you can’t quite remember where you are.

The doctor seems to realize something and chuckles to himself.

“Right, you’d probably want some answers, yes?” You nod silently, not entirely trusting yourself to speak just yet.

“You’re in the hospital. Your friends brought you here after a nasty hit to the head. You fractured your skull, but it’s healing nicely thus far.”

A fractured skull?

“Wouldn’t that kill me?” At this, the doctor shakes his head,

“Humans have existed for centuries and dealt with injuries far worse than this one. You’ll be fine.”

“How long was I out for?” You can’t help but ask, almost scared of the answer. The doctor checks your clipboard at the end of your bed and flips a couple of pages.

“Looks like you were out for about a week, give or take a day or two.” He says casually, and you swallow thickly.

The doctor notices your brief panic and puts the clipboard down to touch your shoulder,

“You’re fine. You shouldn’t have any long-term effects from your injury.” He reassures you, and your shoulders sag in relief. If he said everything was okay, you had no reason to be alarmed. You nod with a tight smile, and the doctor seems to have remembered something.

“Your friends are waiting outside. Would you like me to bring them in?” He asks, and you pause for a brief moment before nodding.

“Yes, please.” You say, and he smiles from under his mustache,

“We’ll bring them in one at a time so you aren’t overwhelmed. They are a bit of a rowdy bunch.”

Things go horribly wrong when someone you don’t recognize comes in.

He’s tall, with floppy blond hair and eyes hidden behind orange glasses. He has an odd-looking prosthetic arm and is dressed in a crimson coat over all black. He looks incredibly relieved to see you. So relieved, in fact, that he all but sprints to your side, leans down, and kisses you on the mouth desperately.

He tastes like tears and anguish. Like he never expected you to wake up. All of that was well and good, except for the fact that you didn’t know who this was.

So you push him away, eyes wide, and your shoulders tensing. Confusion colors his features.

“Mayfly—” You cut him off.

“I’m sorry… Who are you?”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say. Because it looked like you had just shattered this man’s heart. Like you ripped out his heart and stomped on it. The light in his gaze died, and he almost crumpled to the floor. He slumped into a chair in shock.

“Mayfly?” He all but whimpered, and you frowned.

“That’s not my name.” Just then, before you can say anything else, the doctor came back in.

“Are you ready for the next person?” He asked, and you nodded.

Anything to get your mind off of the poor blond in front of you.

Luckily, you recognize the next person that comes through the door.

“Nicky!” You cheer when you recognize the face of Nicholas D. Wolfwood. He grins and ruffles your hair as gently as he can manage. His Punisher is nowhere to be found. Maybe it’s on the van?

“You had us worried there, Half-Pint.” He teases, and you bat his hand away, but you’re grinning.

“You remember him?” Comes a soft voice and you turn to see the blond man again. If possible, he looks like he’s even more heartbroken and upset than before.

He’s acting like you keep stabbing him in the back with every word out of your mouth. And for whatever reason, your heart aches for him.

Nicholas seems to notice the tension between you two and frowns,

“What, you having a lover’s spat or something?” He asks, and now you frown,

“I don’t even know who he is.” You say quietly, and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

“The hell do you mean? You two can’t keep your hands off each other.” He demands and flicks your forehead. You wince and swat his hand away.

“I mean, I’ve never seen this man in my life!”

The next two people tumble into your hospital room, and you flinch at the noise. Your name blubbers from Meryl Stryfe’s lips, and she throws herself onto your bed and wraps her arms around you tightly. Roberto de Niro follows slowly behind, offering you a toast of sorts with his flask.

“I thought you’d never wake up!” Meryl cries, and you pat the short girl’s head,

“You can’t keep me down forever, Meryl, you know that.” You tease, and she looks up at you, wiping tears from her eyes. A wobbly smile crosses her face as the doctor comes back in.

You are discharged the next day. But not before the doctor has some parting words for you. After mentioning the whole “not recognizing the blond man whose name was apparently Vash” thing, he ran some tests. He diagnosed you with “systematized amnesia,” which was apparently where you could lose all memories of a single person or event.

Huh… The brain was a funny thing…

Meryl is babbling about what you missed during your coma.

“Vash rarely left your side, you know!” She chirps, and you glance sidelong at Vash, who is avoiding your gaze. You sit on the left side of the van, with Nicholas stuck in the middle and Vash on the opposite side. Apparently, you used to sit next to Vash, but after everything that happened after you woke up, you weren’t comfortable with it.

Nicholas is less than pleased.

“You better get your memories back soon, shorty.” He says before he clambers back into the van after a rest stop. His expression was angry, but you know by how he holds his shoulders and his words that he’s worried about you. He is so concerned, in fact, that he doesn’t complain otherwise.

You jolt and see Meryl looking at you in the rearview mirror, concern etched across her features, and realize that you never replied. You offer her an awkward smile but don’t say anything.

If possible, Vash sinks into his coat even more as if trying to disappear.

It’s cold in the deserts of No Man’s Land during the evenings. You can feel the temperature dropping as you build a small fire. Usually, fires would be dangerous, especially with bandits roaming these parts but it was cold enough to risk it. So, to mitigate the risk, you parked the van against an alcove of rocks and built a fire just at the mouth of the little cave.

Everyone is snoozing in their sleeping bags while you keep watch when you’re approached by Vash.

Perhaps approached isn’t the right word. Vash more or less sits an appropriate distance away from you, arms around his knees.

It’s quiet.

Almost awkwardly so.

The tension between you two is so thick that you’re fairly certain you could slice through it with a knife.

Until…

“I’m sorry.” You blurt, unable to take the silence and his quick little glances when he thinks you aren’t looking. You can’t take the heartbreak in this man’s eyes. The eyes of someone you feel like you should know but are entirely unfamiliar to you.

But something in your heart yearns for him.

Vash looks at you, uncertainty playing across his face. You look away when his gaze meets yours and down at your fingers.

“I’m just—I’m sorry for all of this… For not being able to remember… I want to! I do! I promise! But—”

“Mayfly,” He says gently, and you look up to see him staring with something unreadable in those beautiful blue eyes hidden behind orange glasses. He doesn’t scoot closer, almost like he’s not allowing himself to. But he still continues on, “It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I should’ve made you stay behind. Then maybe—”

Not it’s your turn to cut him off.

“I’m going to stop you right there. If we really were together, then you know I wouldn’t have sat idly by.” You say sourly, and he huffs out a little laugh.

“You’re right… I should’ve remembered that…” He mumbles, and you smile,

“Looks like I’m not the only one losing my marbles.” You tease. His eyes darken again, and he looks to the dying fire.

Whoops… Wrong thing to say…

You sigh and look out at the desert. Well… You look out at what you can see with the van in the way.

“I can see how much this hurts you. I’m so, so sorry I can’t remember.” You whisper, twisting your hands this way and that as you wrack your brain, trying to remember something about this blond man who seemed to love you so much.

Only to end up with a headache and not much else.

A thump on your head causes you to flinch and look up.

Nicholas stares down at you with tired eyes.

“Time for you to go to bed, runt. ‘s my turn to keep watch.” He says with a yawn before glaring pointedly at Vash, who sits ramrod straight when he notices the look. “And you need rest, too, blondie.” He scolds, and you roll your eyes,

“Yes, mom.” You say in jest, and he just ruffles your hair while fishing a cigarette from his jacket pocket.

But you relent, standing and wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself as you leave the comfort of the fire. The cold sets in soon after, and you snuggle into your sleeping bag as quickly as you can manage. You hear Vash do the same, but his breathing doesn’t deepen, nor does it slow.

He’s awake, just like you.

At least… Until you fall asleep.

You dream of a soft caress, gentle lips against yours, and the most beautiful shade of blue you’ve ever seen.

And you awake feeling confused.

#trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun x reader #trigun x you #fairy writes

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ohitslen · 1 year ago

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Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

#Vash just had his Ego moment #preparing food and eating together is a love language I can’t even begin to describe #and I mean eat EAT. like sitting down and enjoying the food to its fullest THAT kind of eat #delusional hours always open and it’s usually at it’s worst at the most questionable #time of the day ey aha HAHANEBWNNE #domestic Vashwood is my own personal absolutely peak favorite flavor of it as in any other thing ever #I said it earlier but I’ll say it again. domesticity and sharing simple moments are what makes life worth living #these two guys I bet rarely ever get to enjoy moments like these to their fullest so I’m doing this in honor of them never catching a break #this is special and this Vash is the cutest thing I’ve ever done #kinda wanna make him my pfp he’s so #AAAAAAA IM GOING INSANE IQNENW UEUJEHE #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #vash #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #trigun fanart #vashwood #trigun maximun #trigun fanfiction #trigun fic #lenssi writes #lenssi draws #I wanted to see this so bad and then I was like oh wait I can just do it myself. like every time I draw or write abt them LMAOOOO

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chuthulhu-reads · 1 year ago

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[ID: A panel from Trigun Maximum. It's a close-up of Vash's face, looking exhausted and sweating heavily. Enough of his shoulder scars are visible to show that he's shirtless. His odd posture is because, as revealed in a previous page, he's being forced into a one-armed handstand by Legato. Vash is saying, "Believe me, Knives, I have seen the dead plants. All of them had the black hair. They weren't the bodies of plants who had lived their natural lifespan. They were the bodies of plants who had been abused and pushed past their limits." End ID.]

Knives saw one plant die and went on a mass-murder tantrum; the feeling is understandable, if not the actions. To him, I wonder if this sounds like Vash not giving a shit about their sisters, because he's found multiple dead plants before, knows what the black hair means, and hasn't done any murders about it.

[ID: Two panels from Trigun Maximum. In the first, Vash is looking down, his expression is entirely shadowed aside from his gritted teeth as he says, "...There is no other way for humans to live on this barren desert planet. They are forced... to rely on plants... on us." The second panel shows Knives, though mostly obscured by Vash's dialogue, so we can't see his reaction to Vash's words. End ID.]

However, we can tell from Vash's expressions and from knowing who Vash is as a person that it hurt, finding dead plants. He's grieved for every single one; given that we've seen him take the time to respectfully bury people who were trying to kill him, he's definitely given funeral rites to the dead plants. The difference between him and Knives is that he has the emotional maturity to experience anger/hurt and also coherent thought at the same time, and he's aware that humans don't kill plants out of malice. Many of them love and revere plants; even the coldest know that it's outright stupid to kill plants, who are essential to human life on Gunsmoke. The necessity of a Last Run is questionable, but it's undeniable that they feel they have no other choice, and Vash is aware of that. He's aware that, given better circumstances, humans wouldn't be killing plants. (I think Vash would love The Good Place, seeing as it's all about unpacking the many forces that drive people to do bad things and explores the potential people have for goodness, if only given the opportunity.)

[ID: Two panels from Trigun Maximum. The first shows Knives frowning slightly as Vash says, "You're quick to forget, Knives... that you caused all of this." The second panel shows Vash, still in his forced handstand but managing to hold his head up enough to glare at Knives with absolute fury as he says, "The reason for all of this... the one thing that started this... was the Big Fall!" End ID.]

And, knowing that humans have been forced into a position with very limited choices, Vash is feeling just as much rage as Knives... but it's all pointed at the person whose choices put them all here in the first place.

Just because Vash isn't throwing murder tantrums doesn't mean he isn't angry, and god I love it when kind characters are allowed to be furious. The emotions are not contradictory. Rage isn't the opposite of compassion; often, it's a direct result. Vash simply has the emotional maturity to hold onto the anger, simmer it into wrath, and direct it where it's deserved.

#Trigun #do not patronize this man by robbing him of his wrath #also I'm always mixed on the translation of 'Big Fall'#Like on the one hand it almost sounds... kinda silly?#Like 'The Great Fall' would be more serious #but I also wonder if that wouldn't undercut the way people on Gunsmoke think of it #like it's somehow grandiose or majestic #folks on Gunsmoke seem a little more like #'sure was a big fuckin' fall back then huh'#'sure was'#'welp them tomases ain't gonna muck themselves out'#I'm continually back and forth on it

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merchantarthurn · 2 years ago

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nicholas, quit your job. join my christian ska band

this was conceived as a joke with friends about how midvalley in modern AU would be into ska and then ‘the gung-ho guns as a ska band though. wolfwood has a keytar called the punisher’ ‘and it’s still shaped like the punisher - it’s 4 keyboards’.

obviously there’s others to add - like midvalley’s baeblade gauntlet. and maybe another (metal? rock?) band that’s vash (lead guitar, vocals) and livio (drums) and?? knives (bass) so that wolfwood has somewhere to go when he snaps out of his haze and leaves lmao (maybe he supplants knives as a bass player + backup vocals just to amuse me personally)

(i’ll admit to not knowing anything about ska so i just defaulted to making all the men look “uncool in a way that’s kinda swag in its own right” and elendira that kind of “probably smells of ‘’’incense’’’” vibe. i also could not suss out the instrument refs so i accidentally gave the trumpet too many valves and gave up on the sax lol)

ID below the cut

There are four images - I’ve given each image it’s own ID.

[ID: Wolfwood drawn mostly in black and white - in his usual suit and unbuttoned dress shirt, with mullet-length hair, sunglasses, and a thicker patch of scruff on his chin. He holds a cross-shaped keytar with each branch having it’s own set of keys, with the words ‘Punisher’ and ‘Gung-Ho’ written at the ends. The centre has a skull-like decal shaped like the trigger of the actual Punisher. It’s held by a strap with black-and-white checkers. There are blue accents on the keytar and his shoes. END ID]

[ID: Elendira (Trigun Maximum) drawn mostly in black and white. She wears a black pillbox hat, a choker with a fake nail sticking “through” it and a studded belt. She also wears a black-and-white cropped wrap top with a baggy, hatched jacket overtop with the sleeves rolled. She’s playing a red bass guitar with a nail head at the top and a spike at the bottom. END ID]

[ID: Leonof The Puppetmaster drawn mostly in black and white. He wears a baggy black suit over a yellow shirt with a large collar and a bolo tie, a bowler hat with a wide brim and checkered band, and his usual round glasses. He holds a trumpet, also coloured in yellow. END ID]

[ID: Midvalley the Hornfreak wearing a white suit jacket, pink dress shirt, and baggy pink trousers. The drawing cuts off at the knees. He is passionately playing a saxophone, which is attached to his neck by a cord, so is leaning his torso back. END ID.]

#trigun #trigun maximum #nicholas d wolfwood #midvalley the hornfreak #elendira the crimsonnail #arthur art #captioned

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greetingfromthedead · 7 months ago

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Little Feet (Dad!Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: After you save humanity, you start living your happily ever after and a year after your wedding, a whole new chapter begins in your life as you and Vash navigate through the trials and tribulations of having children of your own.

Series: [prequel - Wedding Bells], [Part 1 - Little Feet], [Part 2 - Pitter-Patter]

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: Everyone

Tags: post-Trimax (no major spoiler), domestic fluff, happy ending, pregnancy, birth, children, play pretend, family fluff

Word count: 2.1k

Author's Note: I've seen so much wonderful Dad!Vash fanart lately, I fell in love so hard and Dad!Vash just lived in my head rent free for like 4 days.

Not even a year after your beautiful wedding, you pulled aside your handsome husband and told him the news—he would become a father. It struck him like lightning from the clear blue sky. For a moment, he just stood there with his eyes wide open, and it made you feel nervous, but soon the surprise got replaced with a wide smile and tears welling up in his eyes. He felt a rush of overwhelming joy and excitement.

"Are you sure?" he asked nearly breathlessly, and you nodded with a smile.

You guided the hand you held in yours to your belly, not yet showing any obvious signs of a baby bump. His fingers sprawled ever so gently over your skin, giving it a gentle stroke.

"Oh, honey," he said quietly, not even able to hold back the tears anymore as his other hand cupped your cheek and he leaned in closer. His lips tenderly brushed yours, and you felt the wetness of his cheeks. The man, usually so well versed in words and comebacks, was suddenly all out. Like the language itself failed to provide him with the correct words that would come even close to expressing the enormous feelings swelling in his chest. He knelt before you, looking up into your smiling face before directing his attention to near your belly button.

"Hello, little one!" He said softly, and the tone of his voice brought prickling tears to your eyes too. "I hope you can hear me. I'm your dad!"

The next few days, he was almost like in a trance; often, you found him looking at your belly, either sneaking little glances or staring from across the room. Every chance he got, either when cuddling you or holding you near, his long fingers would reach for your stomach, even just a little bit, creeping over from your waist, unlike they did before. You started to think he might be under the impression that he had dreamed it all up.

"I think they liked it when you spoke to them," you said casually, not really basing your words off of anything other than you definitely enjoying his voice. It's like a light bulb went off in his head, the wondrous glimmer appearing in his eyes when he looked up into yours. After this, he started spending a lot of time blabbering all sorts of nonsense to your unborn child, talking about the day and the world outside, some of the adventures you went on together, and even fairy tales Rem had told him. He often pressed his ear to your belly and kept talking. You loved listening to him, even when you pretended to read a book. You would gladly let him curl up next to you and rest his head against your skin. His soothing voice spun stories as you ran your fingers through his black hair.

As time kept going and your belly grew, you couldn't help but notice a new kind of fear appearing in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but you have been his unwavering partner for years. You were by his side when he had to face down his own brother and all his goons. Yet you had never seen this kind of terrified expression on his face before. After some gentle prying, he opened up about all his fears and worries. You talked for a long time that night.

"I know you, I dare say, better than anyone else. I know you have nothing to worry about; you will do your best like you always do. You will try, and even when you fail, you will try again. You don't ever give up, and you have so much love for everything and everyone in your heart. Any child would be happy to have you as their dad! I don't know what I'm doing either; there's a first time for everything, but what is one more adventure for the two of us?"

"You have always had so much faith in me. I don't know how I have ever earned it, my sweet blossom," he sighed deeply as his fingers gently squeezed yours.

"I'm not the only one." You pulled his hand closer and placed it over a spot on your lower belly, and Vash's eyes widened as the worry in them melted away. The baby, apparently just as leggy as their daddy, decided it was the perfect time to start dancing the jig. They kicked out hard enough that it would be the first time your beloved husband got to feel them too.

"Hey, darling!" Vash called out to the child with glee, and his other arm wrapped around you to pull you into a hug, the human hand still resting on your bump. In just a moment, the child filled him with unimaginable joy again, and the world fell away. It was just him and his little family.

As your due date approached, Vash started to dote even more. He did all the chores and fluffed your pillows; he became your butler and your nurse. Whatever you needed, he did it and more. All his fussing started to get on your nerves when he nearly always hovered somewhere nearby. It felt like a bruise on your ego, like he didn't believe you could manage on your own. You chased around bandits for years before even meeting him, not to mention the journey you embarked on together, and you took on the greatest threat humanity has ever faced with him. You handled yourself then, and suddenly he makes you feel like a bedridden weakling. But every time you voiced your displeasure, he looked like a wet puppy, and you realized he does it just as much for himself as for you. He has more confidence in you than himself and feels like making your life as easy as possible is the least he can do for the mother of his child.

The birth of his first child meant everything to Vash. For his whole life, blood and pain have chased him like a shadow. For so long, it meant little more than death and suffering, but then his daughter was born. After seeing you go through long hours of painful contractions where he could do little more than rub your back and let you squeeze his hands so hard, he couldn't feel either of them in the end, it changed. Accompanied by your pain and blood, she arrived, and as her cry filled the room, the whole world shifted for him. With a sigh of relief, you fell backwards against him. Moments later, the tiny, naked bundle was laid against your bare chest. You felt tears falling onto your shoulder as Vash looked to see the little baby in your embrace. His long arms wrapped around you more tightly, and he rested his head against yours, his eyes so filled with love for his two favorite girls.

He turned out to be exactly the kind of loving dad you knew he would be. He didn't shy away from any cry or need. Dirty diapers didn't scare him, and sleepless nights were also no obstacle. He did as much as he could to give you time to recover. You felt constantly exhausted and took the opportunity to nap a lot. The little fussing sounds stirred you from your slumber, but as you cracked open your eyes, waiting for a louder cry to echo through the whole house, you saw Vash getting up from the armchair by the window and going over to the crib. You hadn't even realized he was in the room with the two of you, so you quietly watched him as he reached down to pick up the infant. The baby scrunched up in her little onesie as she was lifted to be against your husband's chest. One arm cradling the baby, he gently strokes over her belly with the fingers of the other hand. He gently bounced the child and hushed her, soothing the fussiness. His eyes were so tender as he watched her closely, the tip of his nose nearly touching the child's. You tried to be as still as you could, quietly watching the two of them. The baby's eyes are bright blue, but they could still change. You are sure she inherited his sharp nose, but the lips look more like yours. You compared the dark tones of their hair as Vash noticed your gaze and gave you a blinding smile before coming closer. He sat next to you on the bed and leaned closer as you reached out your hand to gently stroke the baby's cheek.

"No! That's not how you have a tea party! Princesses sit at the table! They don't run around!" You hear the complaints of your eldest daughter coming from the next room over. They are quickly followed by tiny running footsteps and giggling.

"Oh! Thank you! I had just run out of tea!" Vash speaks gently before making slurping sounds. "It is very tasty! Is it jasmine? More tea? You have my thanks!"

"Dad! You're encouraging it." the older daughter sighs, accompanied by the giggling of her younger sister.

You zip up the onesie of your youngest sprout before picking him up and heading out of the bedroom. You see Vash and your older daughter sitting at a kid sized table on little chairs, meaning your husband has pulled up his legs tight against his chest in a manner that does not look comfortable, but he doesn't let it show in the least. They sit next to each other with their toy cups in hand, pretty pink tiaras on their heads, and pearls around their necks. The two dark haired beauties look prim and proper while your toddler runs around the table with the teapot, filling the cups of each and every stuffed animal with pretend tea.

"Might there be room for another princess and a well-behaved prince?" You ask gently and draw the attention of the rest of your family.

"Mommy!" the toddler drops the teapot and runs over to hug your leg tightly. You gently pat her head, and she looks up again before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the table.

"Sir Whiskers, may I sit here?" You ask the large stuffy before settling next to it beside Vash, who leans closer to sneak a glance at your tiny son. You're sure the baby will drift off soon; he has inherited his ability to snooze in any position and environment from his dad.

"May I offer you some tea, my lady? Perhaps some pastries too?" Vash asks with a flourish as he presents the teapot he picked up from the ground.

"If you would be so kind!" you say seriously as you pick up a little teacup from the table.

"Finally! A proper lady!" Your oldest seems to be cheering up.

"My honored princess, you look as radiant as ever! You must introduce me to your seamstress!" You bow your head to the kid. "And the rambunctious madame seems to be in a hurry to try all the different teas and cakes presented by our kind hostess!"

The toddler has resumed running around the table, this time with a pink plate in her hand. The seemingly endless energy and happiness also remind you of someone very dear to you.

"What an honor it is to be among such prominent and beautiful guests!" Vash says while holding the teacup, the pinky finger straight in the air as he bows his head to everyone around the table, including your middle child.

"Yes, princess dad, it is a beautiful day to spend with other princesses drinking tea!" Your eldest announces, seemingly in her groove again, "I am glad princess mom could make it too!"

You played for a while, the tea party became a doctor's office, there were bandits at some point, and aliens weren't left out either. Vash picked up the slack where you weren't able to keep up because of your son still snoozing in your arms. He played the roles of patient, goon, and sheriff and improvised some spoons as antennae when he embodied an alien. He put his whole heart and soul into playing with his daughters, making sure they both got to shine and be happy. The play was only interrupted by the little prince waking up and demanding something more nutritious than pretend pastries. Vash helped you on your feet again and gave you a kiss before ushering the girls into the kitchen to get started on dinner while you headed back to nurse your son.

Author's Note: I didn't even really get to write all the ideas I had so part 2?

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And if you feel like reading more of my dad!Vash, but want to get your heart steamrolled at the same time then I have the perfect thing for you: Stormy Night and Ghost of You.

#trigun #trigun maximum #fanfiction #fanfic #vash the stampede #x reader #humanoid typhoon #plant boi

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judasviscariot · 1 year ago

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vash post trimax being hunted still by humans who just don’t understand and the only one who ever did is gone and yeah he still has milly and meryl but it’s not the same and he’s cornered like a rabid animal, bleeding from a wound that doesn’t heal like it used to and sometimes -

sometimes he thinks it would be easier to just close his eyes and let it end and sometimes he hates nai for healing him at all, hates him for making vash lose him, for making him hate him, and he hates nai for loving him so much it stripped him of everything he ever held sacred

and sometimes he thinks it would’ve been easier to stay on that fucking couch with the corpse of the only one who ever truly saw the core of him and sometimes he thinks he should’ve buried himself in the sand beside wolfwood because he’d be safe, he’d be kept and safe and it would be so quiet, and maybe he’d get a moment’s rest there in the dark where the only one who ever saw the truth of him lies

and he’s bleeding from a wound that won’t close and he’s so fucking tired and the golden chain he wears around his neck is heavy but the laughter that blooms around him, called in on a breeze he can’t feel, is all light

“so, what? you just gonna give up?”

he grits his teeth. the bounty hunters are shouting amongst themselves, coordinating their movements to surround him, cutting off any chance of survival he might have

‘promise me somethin’, spikey.’

the church bells are ringing. they’re always ringing in vash’s head. they won’t stop. liquor burns at the back of his tongue and he can’t wash it down, not with anything.

‘keep smilin’. even when… i’m gone. okay? for me.’

he bares his blunt fangs. black hair falls over his eyes.

it’s always so dark.

‘don’t let them win, vash.

vash.

never said your name enough, did i?

vash.’

tears burn along the seams of his eyelids. the scent of cigarettes and cologne wafts under his nose and vash’s eyes fly open to find the sun blocked by a familiar silhouette.

“c’mon, vash. don’t you give up now.”

he can see his reflection in the preacher’s sunglasses. with a hitching breath, vash lifts a pale hand covered in blood. a small smile curls over that golden face, white teeth flashing around the filter of a crumpled cigarette.

their hands meet. wolfwood tugs vash up from the bloodstained ground where he was content to die.

when he teeters forward, unbalanced and inelegant from the blood loss, wolfwood isn’t there to catch him. the shouts are getting louder. death is coming.

“time’s up,” burrs a deep voice in his ear, “let’s get the fuck outta here, human typhoon.”

and he has to. doesn’t he? because wolfwood was the only one who understood him and now the only life wolfwood has exists inside him - in the memories that make up the ghost vash carries in his ribcage like a second set of lungs.

“run.”

and he’ll keep running. he’ll keep running until there’s no more planet left, and then he’ll run some more. if it keeps this piece of wolfwood alive…

he’ll run forever.

so he does, leaving cigarette smoke and whiskey in his wake, the shape of his spilled blood like a cross in the sand.

#vashwood #idk I’m so emo rn #Wolfwood keeping Vash alive even when he’s gone is my biggest weakness #trimax #post trimax

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crimson-amarone · 8 months ago

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Fancasting for a Trigun live-action tv series/movie!! I know we got just Trigun Stampede, but we can’t let Cowboy Bebop get a live action and not Trigun right??

For all my selections I would say about 75-80% are actors I have seen in one or more of their most well known roles. For anyone else I narrowed down to 2-4 options and I did extra research into their filmography, interviews to hear their voices and general vibe, etc. And I also looked at what kind of roles they trended towards—sci-fi/fantasy and superhero media giving them bonus points.

See below for info about the actors and my runner up choices for each character. I included tidbits like their age, height, and notable roles.

For Vash and Knives I wanted to first look for real life identical twins. After some research, I believe I found a fitting pair. Cole and Dylan Sprouse, best know for their childhood roles in the Suite Life of Zack and Cody. Although I don’t think I knew their adult roles as well as their Zack and Cody days, that real twin dynamic just adds that extra layer.

Of the two, I found Cole having a softer look, and lately it appears he’s been going with black hair which seemed fitting if we think about black-haired Vash at the end of TriMax. Dylan’s look has just that different sharpness and edginess that I slotted him to Knives.

Ruby Cruz (Kit Tanthalos, Disney+’s Willow) is a very talented young woman and recently made a feature length movie debut as Hazel Callahan in Bottoms (2023) and will be starring in an upcoming rom-com The Threesome. (See notes about edit below.)

Milly was a tricky one for me. I have a couple of runners up below. My current pick is Mina Sundwall, especially for her role as Penny Robinson in Netflix’s space family drama Lost in Space.

Although I’m on board with the HC that Wolfwood is Latinx, I had to go with famous werewolf Jacob Black from Twilight, Taylor Lautner. I got a couple other choices below too.

Liam Hemsworth (or Chris idkkkk). Nuff said?

Rem was a bit hard to choose. I had to go with Candice Patton as a personal big fan of her role as Iris West in The Flash as a DC fan. She has just the right oh-crap-I-have-kids-I-am-not-prepared-at-all motherly acting vibe down pat that is essential for Rem.

Despite the fact that Christopher Daniel Barnes is always smiling in photos, his breath of filmography makes him such a good fit for wise Drunkle Roberto.

Being so effing hyped about Nicholas playing Lex Luthor in Superman Legacies (2025) he has the perfect mix of heroic and villain roles for Legato’s psychotic righteousness. And he’s already had blue hair (and fur all over his whole body) as Hank “Beast” McCoy, c’mon too easy.

Zazie Beetz… that couldn’t have been a coincidence? Like Studio Orange must have know about this actress when they worked on the Beast’s revamped design. For a second option I’d probably pick a child/adolescent actor but Zazie can pretty much take whatever form they want, so why not both? Edit: I’m going with Scarlett (Trixie from Lucifer). Very very talent young woman. She’s funny, smart, sassy.

Role: Vash the Stampede

Actor: Cole Sprouse

Age: 31

Height: 6’0”

Best known role: Cody Martin ( The Suite Life of Zack & Cody)

Runner-up Actor: Mason Dye (Jason Carver, Stranger Things)

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Role: Millions Knives

Actor: Dylan Sprouse

Age: 31

Height: 6’0”

Best known role: Zack Martin ( The Suite Life of Zack & Cody)

Runner-up Actor: Christopher Lowell (Sebastian “Bash” Howard, GLOW and Jess, How I Met Your Father)

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Role: Meryl Stryfe

Actor: Ruby Cruz

Age: 23

Height: 5’3”

Best known role: (Kit Tanthalos, Disney+’s Willow)

Edit: I swapped Ruby Cruz in for Bex as I learned how far along Bex was in their gender journey. As much as I respect Bex’s journey and the gender representation is important, I still want to pick someone I feel leans more feminine for Meryl.

Runner-up Actor: tbd, maybe Christine Lee or Ana Yi Puig

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Role: Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Actor: Taylor Lautner

Age: 32

Height: 5’8”

Best known role: Jacob Black (Twilight movies)

Runner-up Actor: David Castro (Raphael Santiago, Freeform’s Shadowhunters)

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Role: Roberto De Niro

Actor: Christopher Daniel Barnes

Age: 51

Height: 5’11”

Best known role: Spiderman (Spider-Man 90s), Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid 89)

Runner-up Actor: Edgar Ramirez (Bourne Ultimatum 2007, Carlos the Jackal, HBO’s The Undoing)

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Role: Milly Thompson

Actor: Mina Sundwall

Age: 22

Height: 5’6”

Best known role: Penny Robinson (Lost in Space, 2018)

Runner-up Actors: Liana Liberato, Kennedy McGann, Ellie Gall, Luna Wedler

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Role: Rem Saverem

Actor: Candice Patton

Age: 35

Height: 5’4”

Best known role: Iris West (CW’s The Flash)

Runner-up Actor: Lyrica Okano (Nico Minoru, Hulu’s Runaways)

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Role: Legato Bluesummers

Actor: Nicholas Hoult

Age: 34

Height: 6’3”

Best known role: Nux (Mad Max Fury Road), Hank “Beast” McKoy (X-Men movies), Lex Luthor (Superman Legacies, 2025)

Runner-up Actors:

2. Samuel Larson (Joe Hart, Glee) 3. Charlie Heaton (Jonathan Byers, Stranger Things) or 4. Brenton Twaites (Dick Grayson aka Nightwing, DC’s Titans)

#trigun stampede #trigun #tristamp #trigun maximum #trimax #vash the stampede #millions knives #meryl stryfe #nicholas d. wolfwood #milly thompson #roberto de niro #legato bluesummers #zazie the beast #rem saverem #fancast #live action #anime live action #manga live action #actors

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mediocreanomaly · 1 year ago

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May we have Vashwood x reader part 3 please?

Authors Note: my poor anon you've been sitting in the box but I shall release you.

Sorry guys! I was super busy and then I put a bunch of work into a DnD Campaign so my creative brain was fried a bit then I got sick and then my hands got messed up from saving my cat from a dog attack and- I'm rambling! Sorry for the long wait is what I mean! Enjoy!

Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)

Vashwood x Reader Soulmate Au Pt.3

No. No absolutely not is your first thought, your second thought being I'm going to kick these idiots ass.

"Are you listening doll face?" The man, who's name is presumably "Nick" says.

It's quiet besides the blood rushing in your ears. Everyone in town is probably asleep or close to it by now and these two just keep watching you like you're supposed to know how to react to this, like this is remotely a normal situation to be in.

"Did we break them? I told you it was too much! You never listen to me" the spikey one pouts. They seem comfortable with each other, you wonder how long they've been together. You suppose it makes sense that if they had found each other first they wouldn't have thought to look for you, having multiple soulmates was rare and considering you did everything in your power to stay out of trouble it tracked that a third soulmate would be nearly undetectable, maybe you should have gotten hurt more often...no that was stupid these two had certainly caused enough pain for the three of you.

"We didn't break them just give them a second they're thinking, Jesus spikey are you the reason they say blondes are dumb?"

"Hey!"

The two men bicker and you notice that they're different in a lot of ways right off the bat. Blonde and black hair, blue and brown eyes, light and tan skin, it almost makes you wonder how you're supposed to play in here. How in the grand scheme of things the universe chose you to stand next to these, frankly, very bizarre (and handsome) men. You need to say something, you need to voice your concerns your hopes your worries-

"I hate you" It's all you can really think to say. In a way it's true and in more ways it's not. Be that as it may with all the emotions flooding through you right now on top of the fact that they've revealed themselves in the most unorthodox way possible it's making it hard to express what you actually feel clearly. Something along the lines of "you two made my life a living hell for such a long time I wanted to kill you but I've matured since then but that doesn't take away the childhood that got stripped from me but I also understand it's most likely not your fault and the fact that there's two of you makes more sense but also gives me 100 more questions-" would probably be more accurate. but "I hate you" is what ends up coming out your mouth.

"You...what?" you flinch. You weren't exactly ready for that to be asked in the most heart shattering tone in the world and when you glance up to see the blonde wears an expression akin to that of a kicked puppy you feel regret creep through your veins.

"Vash they don't mean that, I said mean shit too when we found out" Nick huffs. Ah so the kicked puppy's name is Vash good to know- ah...hang on a moment..

"Vash?" you repeat, "Vash like....like Vash the Stampede?" you say dumbly, but there was no way the man you had nearly made cry from one sentence was the Vash the Stampede that was plastered on every god forsaken wanted poster across Gunsmoke

This catches his attention, the wounded look turning into something more wide eyed like a man who's forgotten to turn off the oven at home.

"We never even introduced ourselves!" he says in alarm, brushing himself off as if it'll cause a redo of the entire situation.

"Needle noggin-" "shh"

Vash scolds the other man whos already patting his breast pocket for another smoke clearly annoyed with how this whole thing is playing out.

"Vash the Stampede and-" Vash nudges Nick who reluctantly adds

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood"

"-at your service! We've been traveling far and wide-"

"Because Spikey always get's chased out-" this earns Nick an elbow in the side which you also wince at when you feel it dig into your own ribs. Vash quickly gives you an apologetic smile but continues.

"-in hopes of finding you! y/n, we're your soulmates!" He finishes with a half hearted wiggle of his fingers and and look that reads "tada?"

You blink dully at them. Yeah that added up. This would be your life wouldn't it? First you are tormented by pain your whole life and now you find out it was because your soulmates were the man with a 1,000,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head and...actually you have no idea who this Nicholas guy is. Considering the cross...Jesus reincarnate? Unlikely but at this point you'd believe anything.

"nuh-uh" it...comes out your mouth before you can stop it.

"nuh-uh? What the fuck do you mean nuh-uh?" Wolfwood gapes pulling his glasses up, yeah...not your best moment.

"I mean, no thank you. Look, I'm sure you're great people- or maybe you aren't I don't know I heard a rumor Vash the Stampede eats babies-" "What?!?! I don't-"

"Besides the point!" you interrupt "Look I didn't ever plan on meeting you, hell I'm not sure I even want to know you. So...I think it'd just be easier if the two of you just..." your sentence dies in your throat the longer they look at you hoping they catch your drift.

"Because we hurt you?" Nick steps a bit closer and you tell yourself it's the soulmate connection currently frying your brain and not the fact this well toned man has his whole chest out right now.

"N-No, well maybe? It's complicated" you had never planned on meeting your soulmate- or soulmates but in hindsight a bit of practice of what you were going to say might have been smart.

"We don't have to leave yet, we can stay- just so you get used to us! We aren't that bad...promise" Vash offers and damn those critically effective puppy dog eyes he uses as he moves to get a bit closer too.

"It's not that I think you're bad, it's just...I mean I hardly know you" you try, you already know it won't work. Despite not knowing them you can tell they seem the hard headed type.

"We're soulmates" Nick counters lazily as if you're the one being irrational.

"I- I don't know, I'm cleaning up here and-" "we can help!" the eager blond insist, with another step closer.

"you really don't have to-" "it's the least we can do, we owe ya don't we?" Nick muses, again another step.

"Well I wouldn't say that, I'm sure it wasn't your fault-" "Maybe, maybe not but we've been looking for you for a long time" You notice Vash has a beauty mark right under his eye there's a weird urge to reach out and trace it.

"Looking for me?" you ask

"Mhmm, since we caused you a lifetime of distress I'm sure, blessed are the merciful and all that, it's your turn to receive a little mercy" ignoring the awful half bible quote Nick's smell is invading your nose, like smoke, cedarwood and-

You aren't 100% sure how it happens, all you know is you're sandwiched between the two men. It was a trap for sure, moving in ever so carfully like they were herding a scared animal. This should alarm you, two men you've just meet keeping you in place, but for some reason a warmth spreads across you. It's like seeing an old friend or coming home for holidays, a certain sort of familiarity and safeness despite not knowing much about the two at all.

"You can feel it can't you?" Vash coos down at you, using his flesh hand to tilt your head up to meet his face, stark blue eyes deeper than the ocean gaze down at you and god when did he take those glasses off?

"It was weird the first time we met too, but it feels good though right?" Nicks voice makes you shiver as his mouth ghost over your ear, hands coming to settle at your hips.

"It feels.." your eyes flutter "Like home" the three of you say in sync, Vash and Nick chuckle as if this was a predictable response but something tells you they must've said the same cheesy line when they first met.

"We don't want to hurt you anymore" Vash's other hand rubs soft circles against your ribs and you feel the sudden urge to melt into the two of them.

"We've been thinking...that we should balance it out." Vash hums as Nick works on nipping at your ear

"Balance it out?" You almost don't recognize your own voice with how breathy it ends up coming out. They really shouldn't be having this effect on you, you should be yelling, or scolding them- no you'd definitely scold them later that was still on the table but...right now seemed like a bad time.

"yeah sweetheart, pleasure for pain right?" Nick chuckles in your ear, deep and gravely whether it's from lust or the cigarette he just put out you aren't sure.

"So?" he continues, "What do you say?" you feel Vash kiss at the corner of your mouth and Nicks hot breath against your neck

"Let us show you how good we can make you feel instead?"

#vash x reader #vash x you #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #trigun x reader #vashwood x reader #soulmate au

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uynumeotp111 · 2 years ago

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Vash is an non-human being who falls in love with human Wolfwood is a human who was forced to become inhuman. Vash wasn't a human or trying to be one, he was trying to save them all. He didn't kill Monrev wasn't because he didn't want to. But he didn't allow himself to kill selfishly. To him, the life of a person who r*ped and killed a daughter and the girl's father is the same. (It's NOT actually, but it's MUST be, because in his mind Rem scarified herself to save all of humanity)

^ The action is the same (not killing), but I like that the difference between the two is revealed. Knives is based on a slight whim, Vash's is an obsessive belief.

Loving all humans is a saint thing to do. To have bias, to be selfish is to be human. Ironically, Knives loved more humanly than Vash. That is, until Vash met Wolfwood. When Wolfwood told him that he too would make a choice someday, he thought the intention of the saying itself was about Vash living or dying. But in the end, the life put on the scale was Wolfwood's, not his own.

When considering the importance of life, all life is special and not special at the same time to Vash, but only Wolfwood's was different. He chose Wolfwood. And that is the same for Wolfwood. Neither the aunt nor the children of the orphanage were anyone else, just Vash. When Vash killed for Wolfwood, his hair's black. It's like he has been "tainted", an fallen angel. If Rem taught Vash the agony and sacrifice of losing someone, I thought that Wolfwood taught Vash the concept of having a special person among countless humans and selfishness.

If Rem made Vash fall in love with humans, then Wolfwood turned Vash into a human.

#vashwood #i'm sorry #but they are so dfhdjfhsj #trigun spoilers #trigun manga #trigun maximum #trimax #trimax spoilers #trigun #vash the stampede #nicolas d wolfwood

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acefantasyy · 1 year ago

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Can we get a short drabble or hcs of reader having their first kiss with Eriks? Imagine your hands in his hair, his stubble tickling your jaw..: (I’m so normal) IMAGINE HIM HESITANTLY PUTTING A HAND ON UR HIP (HANZ IM SO NORMAL)

✦- Eriks x gn. reader

✦cw. none, 98 Eriks coded but also trimax coded as well, just some kissing that's all

✦note. thank you @chris-continues once again for feeding me Eriks content :). we're so normal about this man I swear. there's some small little headcanons at the end about how kissing him would be like and stuff, enjoy.

✦word count- 629

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Oh absolutely there’s so many possibilities but lemme throw a little back thought I have before the kissing <3

•Nervous. so so nervous. That's all I will say when it comes to giving your first kiss to the guy you’ve been infatuated with for over two years. There had been a confession said to Eriks with it being reciprocated but nothing more happened as he had left to finish something important that needed to be done. That had been months ago but now here in front of you stood a tall dark haired man claiming to be the man you loved which left you utterly confused because your eriks had long blonde hair the last time you saw him. Your suspicions are quickly shut down though when the man quietly utters the nickname that you were given before Eriks had left.

• Anyways. Now onto what you came for :)

•In all honesty, who wouldn’t be nervous when having their first kiss, it could be from being excited because you’re giving it to someone you care for or whether the first kiss would be good or bad. Both of those were part of the reason for your nervousness but the main reason was because of how incredibly handsome Eriks was being in such close proximity with you, especially now that he no longer sported the long blonde locks you were used to him having and instead now had short raven hair.

•The buzzing of blood rushing to your ears distracts you from hearing what the raven haired man says to you before he’s swooping you up into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your lips that’s warm and inviting but as soon as it’s there it’s gone. It’s honestly the most gentle and sweetest feeling you’ve ever felt before and it’s the utmost purest thing ever and it leaves you wanting more. As soon as he begins blubbering out an apology you’re quick to silence it as you tug him back down to your lips for another kiss, your arms winding around his neck and into his pitch black locks bringing a surprised noise from him in response.

•I feel that when Vash finally decides to settle down with you back in the town where he met you he’d probably start going by Eriks once again. He’d keep his hair short but maybe would let it start to grow out again as time passes and gradually begins to grow stubble again and will let you maintain it to how he likes

•As for kissing he’s always going to be kissing you in some sort of way at almost every hour of the day and is always saying how your kisses are his source of energy to get through the day and that it’s vital that he gets at least 20 kisses a day. And as annoying as it may sound you always give into his request and smother him with his kisses he oh so dearly needs.

•I know for a fact that he would teasingly rub his stubble against your cheeks or even neck when he kisses you, the prickly feeling sending you into a fit and trying to get away from his attacks

•His kisses are always warm and inviting and are the softest, they can leave you feeling bubbly when you least expect it. He’s almost always going to have himself wrapped around you somehow, whether that be his arms resting around your waist or around your neck, there are times where he likes to mix it up and dip you while he kisses you.

•Loves to blow raspberries when he kisses you, especially when the two of you are laying down with you on top of him.

✦tags.

#ʚ. —𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 #trigun x reader #eriks x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader

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triplesilverstar · 1 year ago

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Day 14

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Worm Vash X F!Reader

CW: Penis in vagina sex, Forced rape, forced orgasm, Mentions of rape, after rape, prisoner, monster sex, experiments, torture, giant cock, cervical sex, cervical penetration, monster biology, cocoons, Hive mind, very incorrect biology

Word count: 8030

A/N: Day 14, So I was going to cut this off after the first divider but realized a lot of these fics are just dark themes. So I included a bit of relationship building and bonding and a happy ending, and I said screw you to biology. Because I needed Vash to have a happy ending, and it was inspired by this art.

You had no idea where you were when you woke up, the lights around you dim, your body feeling sluggish as you tried to move, noticing the handcuffs around your wrists. Going to open your mouth, you panic, you're gagged. Hands trying to fly to your mouth and realize when the chain you can’t reach it. As more of your awareness comes back to you, you realize you're tied to something, legs strapped against some kind of table at a weird angle. Like a reverse stirrup, your chest pressed against the table that you thought had been the floor. What the hell is going on?!

As you struggle trying to free yourself able to move your lower half somewhat you freeze. Something is just behind you, part of it lined up with the slit between your legs. Flinching as the lights come on, blinding you for a few moments, and you hear a hissing behind you. An almost clicking like hiss.

Blinking through the pain, a mirrored panel is in front of you, and you scream as your vision clears. Tied behind you is a creature of some kind. Its wings fluttering remind you of the multiple wings of a dragonfly, huge behind you telling you it’s a huge being. Smaller wings around its face and black-like scales around its neck, and along the top of its shoulder. A set of pinchers near what you think is the bottom of its face, and notice a device along its jaw keeping its mouth secured. Moving amongst what you think is blond hair, is a set of long antenna fluttering around.

The mirror reminds you of the ones in the movies, the ones that are mirrored on just one side and a window on the other, and you find yourself hoping this is some elaborate setup. As the lights remain on you hear more hissing and the sound of something that makes you think of static shocks. A sound that fades when you feel something press against your folds.

A press is all it is, something blunt and hard. A few moments pass and you hear the static again along with a hiss. As the thing presses more into you, the static once again disappears, and you’re screaming behind the gag, tears pouring down your eyes. The creature is obviously male, and whenever he stops you hear the static in the air around you, the pain unbearable and it presses into you. Thick and hard, stretching you far more than you’ve ever been stretched, the sting is too much for your body with no prep. The creature freezes when it reaches as far into you as your body will allow, hitting your cervix and remaining there.

When the sound of static rends the air once more, you realize it, something is shocking the creature behind you, making it force itself on you. This time after the hiss, you hear a few clicks, slow, before it, he, starts to move, almost mournful. More tears start to fall from your eyes, making the picture in front of you blurry, watching as this creature is forced to take you. Eventually, the pain fades as your body starts to produce your own lubricant, but with the size of his member it never truly goes away. The plates pressing harder and harder inside of your body, the sound of clicking and buzzing growing around you, watching as his wings and the ones around his face start to flutter. Inside you, you feel his cock changing as something starts to press outward almost locking his cock in place. The room becomes silent, as you feel something hot pouring into your core, several spurts of the boiling liquid.

The creature behind you almost slumps against your body, and you hear the sound of a metal going taunt. He’s as much a prisoner as you are. A short while later, after you feel the plates of the creature inside you growing small and pulling from your body a door opens. Two people, wrapped in protective gear so you can’t see their faces come in. Pulling the table you’re strapped to forward, undoing the ties in short order but not before placing some sort of plug between your legs. These two get you on your feet and move you around like you’re an animal, leading you into another room.

There you see you were right, the mirror is a one-way mirror, where they can see the room and you’re strapped to a different table, feet placed in stirrups and legs spread. Screaming behind the gag as another person wrapped in a full-body suit approaches, turning on a machine and grabbing some sort of apparatus, turning it on before kneeling and removing the plug and replacing it with the object. Which turns out to be a suctioning device of some kind, feeling the fluid inside your body being sucked out and filling a tube.

Tears running down your face, as you look from one to the other across the three faces. The figure between your legs standing and looking at you once the device was off and removed. “Place her back in the room. I’ll be curious to see if he tries to do anything to her.”

Screaming as you try to fight them off, thrown into the room, and landing on your hands and knees as the door closes behind you. Pain laces up your body as you scramble back against the wall. What did they mean, do something to you? It had just raped you, willing or not.

You’re unaware how much time has passed, only that the pain between your legs is gone and the tears have dried from your eyes. Taking a better look at the creature. From this angle, you can see more of its, his, body. Their lower half is covered in what looks like thick black plates, lining up and reminding you of snakeskin. Well thicker snakeskin, and what appears to be flippers along his lower body, what looks like metal stakes driven through his being and secured against chains and hooks running along the floor. The end of his tail reminds you of a shrimp, with a small degree of movement allowed to it from the metal collar around the narrowest part of the tail.

It’s his arms that really draw your attention as a part you couldn’t see before, and his chest. His chest looks human before it turns into the scaled portion as your gaze follows the hard plains of his body. It seems he has six smaller arms, two of which have clearly had part of the limb removed attached to his lower body close to his chest. All six have been tied together and secured against his form with more metal pins. He has another set of arms, attached to his upper body, the outside of his upper arms covered in the same black scales with pale pink flesh beneath, and his lower arms seem to be covered in the same black substance. The space of his forearms is hollow, and you can see a set of handcuffs around his own hand, the whole time you’ve been studying him, he’s been doing the same.

Like this you also notice the way he’s secured, while you have the freedom to move around the room, minus the limited range of your hands and arms because of the handcuffs, he’s secured in such a way he can barely move. The chains force his body to remain upright and limit his movements to the sides. Something that makes your heart burn for the other being aware he’s as much of a prisoner as you are.

Later when the lights dim once more, the room is lit from his eyes and antenna, glowing with bioluminescence. You hear clicking able to make out his actions and watching as he moves his hands, tapping the device around his head and pointing towards you.

You shake your head, and he seems to roll his eyes, making a motion with his hands for you to come closer. Sighing, if he’s going to kill you, you’d rather get it over with, standing on shaky legs and moving closer to him. Close enough for him to reach out and touch you, and for you to do the same, with careful movement he reaches down behind your head and undoes the snaps keeping your gag in place that you hadn’t been able to reach. Right away you reach up and rub your jaw, rolling it around before closing it after licking your lips.

He taps his jaw, where his own gag is and you get the idea, reaching up behind his head and undoing the snap that keeps his own secured, partially surprised how much more complicated his is. He does the same as you rubbing his jaw as the first action, before setting his glowing eyes on you. “T-thhank you” his voice a little harsh to your ears as you swallow. His mouth is full of sharp teeth and his tongue seems to be blue. “Annd, a-accept my apology” The more he speaks the easier the words seem to flow. “I did not, wish to breed with you, was forced to.” He turned his body as much as he could, showing you part of his back and the line of wires and needles jabbed into what you can only assume is his spine. Unconsciously you move closer, holding up your hands freezing before touching him, at his nod you press your hand to his back. The hard ridges of the same black scales feel smooth to the touch, broken in places where he’s been sliced open for the needles to be injected into him.

“Are. Are you in pain?” You don’t know what but your voice is low, almost mournful for the being you’ve just met.

His face seems to soften at your question “constant” the pincers along his face flickering. “How do you feel? I know you are not made to accommodate me.”

The way he words it makes you raise an eyebrow, but his concern is touching, aware he’s worded to not bring more attention to the fact he’s been forced as much as you had. “Um. Not as sore as I thought I’d be.” Honest in your answer because you’re surprised you can move at all, given the amount of pain you’d been in during the act.

“My genetic material… contains healing properties for your species. The reason I’m trapped here, the reason you were made to be here. To make me… produce.” As he spoke, the light in his eyes dimmed, the wings attached to his ears and antenna drooping. “They tried a machine first and realized my body refused to respond. So�� pointing his chained hands at you “you were made to be here.”

His explanation makes you want to cry, both for yourself and him, neither of you deserve to be here. “So they’re using both of us.” Dropping to the floor and burying your face in your hands and starting to cry, shoulders shaking. “I just wanted to pick up a snack after working late. Not be made into some, some kind of, semen receptacle.” Sobbing as it starts to dawn on you that you’re trapped here, with no family, no friends, all you did was work. No one to care about the fact you’ve gone missing.

Flinching when you feel his hands settle on your shoulder, one of them combing through your hair. “I was taken from my hive. Trapped beneath metal machine with lots of teeth.” Even trapped, he’s trying to provide you comfort “my hive. Is gone now.” Still crying, you move your hands from your face, wrapping your arms around him as best as you can with the handcuffs restricting most of your movement, so it’s more like a single arm around him.

“I’m sorry.” Sniffing against the scales at the start of his lower body, surprised at how soft they are. “Do you. Do you have a name?” whispered against his soft underbelly.

“Vash” his own voice just as low. Asking for yours in return which you give. The two of you trying to take comfort in one another. “We should return our gags, so they are less suspicious of us.”

“What do they feed you?” Moving away from his body and picking up your own gag as well as his own.

“Nothing.” Pointing towards his back one more “injecting nutrients to my body.” Before either one of you replaces your gags one of his hands reaches up to brush against your cheek. “I apologize for what is to come today. Again.” Bringing tears to your eyes, as you watch his face, his own sorrow clear to see. “It would be best for you to cower from me. Others, not aware of my intelligence.”

Nodding, as Vash signals to help him with his gag first before assisting you with your own. Once it’s done you move back to the corner you’d been pressed against, dropping down and wrapping your arms around you as if you’d spent the time in the dim lights there.

Later you awaken to the harsh lights as they flash on again, the door opening, and two figures in bodysuits enter again. Grabbing your arms hard enough you feel bruises forming already, trying to struggle in their hold and you don’t need to fake the tears running down your face. Hands forced against the table and secured there before they start working on your lower body, Vash hissing at their rough treatment of you, his wings an angry buzz as he hears you cry out in pain through the gag.

One of the figures pauses. “Interesting reaction from the big guy.”

At one point, most of your body movement is halted as they keep strapping you in and you stop fighting, letting the tears freely flow down your face. Once you’re fully strapped in, the other figure is hitting the button on a radio attached to their suit. “Start pumping the big guy, she’s ready to go.”

Another voice breaks out across the static of the radio “Don’t forget to lube her up. Part of yesterday's sample was compromised with hemoglobin. The big guy is being primed.” As it ends you can hear Vash hissing, even more aware of the fact Vash is an unwilling participant in this.

A glove is removed and replaced with a sterile one from a box at the figure's hip, the other hand reaching into the pocket and pulling out a container before moving behind you but much closer to Vash. Watching as fluid is poured from the bottle and onto their gloved fingers. You hiss yourself, when three fingers are shoved inside your body, twisting around and you feel a wetness being spread around your inner walls. A slurping noise reaches your ears as they’re removed. “Alright, she’s prepped.”

The figures push the table back on its track so you’re back in the same place as you started yesterday. Vash still hissing through his own gag, the sound of static starts once more, and you realize Vash is going to put on the same show and dance as yesterday. Pretending to be a wild animal as whoever is at the controls forces him to breed you once more. One benefit at least as he starts to prod your entrance and enter your tight channel, in the lube does make his ingress into you better, but you’re still stretched far more than you were ever meant to be. Small screams pass your throat from the pain as more tears escape your eyes, feeling every scale of his cock as it pushes into you. He sets a similar pace to yesterday's, after the electric shocks are done with, and today you focus more on how he feels inside of you since the pain lessens even more with the addition of lube to start.

The blunt tip of the head of his cock hits your cervix with every thrust, even through the pain you pant. The scales seem to also be veins to an extent, feeling them pulse and throb as he thrusts into your body, hitting all the clusters of nerves inside your slick channel. Hearing him clicking behind you, and through the wetness clinging to your lashes, you can make out his flushed face. The fluttering of his antennas and ear wings while his cock makes your body accept it would be cute if it wasn’t for the entire situation.

Today, you feel more of the shifting of what you thought were plates yesterday, more aware that it’s part of his cock inflating inside you, making a seal before releasing his cum inside your body once more. The sensation today, also throws you over the edge, clamping down on his cock making him hiss like he’s in pain as he floods your core with what feels like more than yesterday.

When he slumps forward, you feel the briefest of tender brushes of his knuckles against your lower back. A quiet signal he’s once more apologizing for being made to rape you.

As the rest of the day proceeds similar to the previous, your heart churns, this is your life now. Reduced to being less than human, unaware of how Vash’s seed is being made into a miracle cure to be sold to those who could afford it, healing just about every ailment.

As days turned to weeks, with days being you and Vash forced to breed and his seed taken from your body, the evenings and into the night you and Vash find solace in one another.

Trapped in this prison that you aren’t even sure who's in charge of it.

One night during the first week you had tried to see if you could remove any of the spikes keeping Vash secured to the floor and walls. Screaming at the low current that ran through your hand and arms, you were nowhere near strong enough to remove them anyway. Vash was far more concerned for your well-being and holding your palms gently in his.

As those evenings passed, you spent time talking to one another, speaking about your pasts. You told him how you were an orphan, your parents having died in a car crash and raised at an orphanage. No one would miss you.

He told you about his mother and brother and simply stated he’d watch them both killed when what you explained was excavation equipment burst through their bodies. That night, after he finished you found yourself standing and pulling his head against your chest as much as you could, trying to provide him physical comfort for his loss.

The two of you were also starting to make your captors curious. Those watching Vash did find it interesting that he still fought them when it came to actually breeding you, forcing them to keep shocking him. They found it interesting largely because they were noticing his behavior towards you, a hissing buzzing beast, pulling his chains as hard as he could when you were manhandled, beaten, and forced into submission to those placing you in the stirrups and removing you for collection. But, when you were treated with respect, and moved less aggressively one day, it was noticed he only glowered at the suit-clad figures.

Another thing that they were growing interested in, was the fact you were never provided water or food. Yet one day you spent longer strapped to the collection table as you had taken to referring to it as. A few vials of your blood were taken, and you overheard them talking about the fact you had been in there for almost a month now. They had long expected you to die and to be replaced by another ‘receptacle’ a refusal to view you as anything human.

That night as you sat on the floor, leaning back against his soft underbelly, his smaller arms with their limited movement trailing across your face you spoke up. “I’ve been here for almost a month, based on what I overheard.”

Clicking, since he couldn’t hum as his larger hands moved against your hair “It has been nearly a moon cycle.” Looking up you watch as he blinks down at you “Why did they keep you longer?”

“Oh. They took some blood samples. Humans aren’t supposed to live this long without food or water.” Reaching your hands up to press against his. “They called me a receptacle, and said they thought I’d be dead by now and were going to replace me when that happened.”

A series of angry clicks and hisses reaches your ears, heat rising against the soft skin you can feel pressed against you. “Call me a monster.” You don’t say anything else for a while, just keep rubbing your thumbs against his hands. “My apologies for losing my temper. I have grown fond of your companionship.” The heat behind you starts to cool once more back to his normal body temperature. “I would surmise, that your survival is from my genetic material. While it can not produce progeny inside of you, your body must absorb a portion of it from when I plant it and they remove it from you.” You nod at that, remembering the first time and the comment about it healing your species.

Thinking about his earlier words you smile, tilting your head to look up at him once more “I’m growing rather fond of you too.” Watching as his antenna and ear wings start to flicker like mad before his eyes settle into a softer glow.

A few weeks later, after being emptied you find yourself being thrown into a shower and hosed down, before roughly dried and dressed in a hospital gown. Your handcuffs were chained to a table in the small room and sat in a chair with your gag removed as a bespeckled man entered.

Advising how they’re amazed you're still alive, and asking you a slew of questions. Asking what it would take for you to be more cooperative with their sample collections. You snarl at the man, saying how they kidnapped you. He just sits there calmly and removes his glasses to clean them, asking you to be civil. Thinking since you know you’re stuck you tell him you want the gag and handcuffs gone. Stating you’d move to the ‘breeding’ and ‘collection’ table on your own power, but you won’t strap yourself into them. And. You argue anything you get as a reward you expect the big buy to get as well.

The man simply tells you such rewards have to be earned. That night Vash isn’t happy with your concessions to your shared captors but agrees it would be nice to finally be able to move his hands independently of one another and not have to wear the gag anymore.

A week later, as you follow what you agreed to do after they collect the sample one of the suit-clad figures undoes your gag. Advising it will be replaced if you misbehave. The moment you’re locked in the room you glare at the mirror, before slowly making your way towards Vash, an act. Pointing at your mouth and then his and tapping your chin.

He hisses as you move closer, and you know it’s a play, his arms moving closer to his body but allowing you to remove his gag. Stepping backward he makes a show of hissing at you with the gag removed showing his canine-filled mouth. Proceeding to make clicking sounds at you at least until the lights go off, a short while later you move closer to him again reaching up to cup his cheek. A small degree of comfort as he whispers his thanks.

With the little bit of freedom he has Vash leans down, nuzzling part of his face against yours, making you giggle as his pincers flutter against your face. His chained hands reaching out for yours, as you settle against his body, even if Vash can’t move closer because of his chains it still feels different knowing you don’t have to replace the gags anymore to keep up the charade.

A few weeks later, after Vash fills you up you’re both surprised when instead of tightening his chains, they loosen allowing most of his upper body to slump against yours. You realize right away it’s another one of their tests, to see how Vash will react thinking he’s a wild animal. Vash doesn’t disappoint, pressing his chest against your back hissing at the window. At least before making a show of nuzzling his face into your skin, pincers and ear wings fluttering against your skin while his antenna seems to prod at the back of your head.

All the while you fake a look of shock and shudder as he moves his head around, and when the door opens he lifts his head to hiss at the two that enter. The chains secured to Vash tighten once more, and he lets out a mournful howl and a series of angry clicks as he’s forced away from your body.

When you return to the room, the chains are loosened to the same extent and the lights are left on for longer than normal. Vash making a show of trying to move closer to you, but you keep your distance, at least until he starts to make a whining noise low in his throat. You know it’s him playing the part, and you move close enough to wrap your hands around his outstretched ones. A small happy whine as he seems thrilled with the contact.

When the lights go out, you scramble closer to him and for the first time, he’s able to lay against the floor with you instead of being held up in the air. It feels like it’s barely a change in your comfort level and you’re certain this has to do with what they did earlier to see what he would do to you when he could touch more of you. While they didn’t speak about it, they clearly showed interest as you moved into the room and didn’t fight to leave, all agreed from when you’d been chained to the desk.

“It… feels nice to not be suspended in the air” he smiles, resting his head on his arm and turning to face you.

“I bet after a year of being up like that it must feel amazing.” Sliding closer so your sides are pressed together, his smaller arms wiggling against your thighs. “I just wish we would get a few more freedoms for you.” You still couldn’t believe he had been there held as a prisoner for that long and treated so harshly.

“I appreciate the offer, but… the freedom we both want is not to be found here.” Both of you growing somber, a reminder you’re prisoners. “I miss the moon.” He whispers, a few sad clicks resounding around the room. A few tears form in your eyes and fall, hooking your fingers with his.

“I miss the moon too.” Rolling closer, surprised when he lifts part of his arm so you can tuck under his side, his arms folding so they’re draped over you. “And the stars.” As you both lay there listening to each other breathing before you raise an eyebrow. “Do you think they expect us to grow closer? Some sort of new experiment?”

A few low clicks, and this close you can hear his jaw as it unhinged “Undoubtedly a new experiment. Building on my aggressive behavior when you are mistreated, it would make sense if they believe I am coming to view you as my mate or similar.” His hands are now moving so his fingers can trail over yours, something about his voice prompts you to ask something that might hurt him deeply.

“Did you… Did you have a mate?” You feel his head shake above yours before dropping against your hair, his ear wings fluttering like mad.

“No. This would be unbearable if I had.” Hearing the plates of his throat shift as he swallowed. “My kind mate for life.” “Vash? Did.. did them doing this make it so you can’t have a mate if we could get out of here?” Turning so you can see his face, watching the glow from his eyes brighten ever so slightly as his antenna twitches. “Yes.” That one word breaks your heart, pulling away from his body and watching his glow dim, hearing your tears fall as you sit up pulling his head into your lap and starting to pet his head.

“I’m sorry Vash.” You feel his own tears as they fall against your skin, something else they’ve taken from him.

You go back to just holding hands when the lights are on, you had been curious how they would go about collecting their sample each day. The answer was Vash’s chains were tightened once more until you were in place, and this time loosened while he bred you as well, even if they still had to shock him. It felt… nice. To feel more of Vash’s body press against yours while he bred you. You also don’t miss the way his bound hands brushed over your back hidden from view by his own fluttering wings.

Through the next few weeks, you and Vash discussed and agreed to slowly make it appear as if you were growing closer. Moving closer and closer to Vash each time. Except after three weeks you grow tired of moving slowly, Vash admits it may confuse them to see a sudden change and agrees to it. And when the lights flick on in the morning you hear the doors slide open right away. A panicked shuffle before they freeze, both you and Vash making a show of lifting your heads. Vash hissing at them, the bulk of his body laying over yours, and you watch as your captors turn to look at one another in confusion. The rest of the day goes the same with Vash being restricted while you move to be strapped onto the table, the only other thing out of the ordinary was another vial of your blood taken. That night you and Vash laugh, wondering what their faces might have looked like when they couldn’t see you from their viewing window since Vash’s bulk easily hid your own. Bound hands interlaced as you giggle and snort, trying to guess how confused they had to have been assuming you had been missing then being under his body.

At the three-month mark, they take several vials of your blood once more and you’re hosed down and presented to the same man again. This time you’re asked more questions about his behaviors, how he reacts to you, and how he wants to protect you. How they’re confused that he seems to view you as being his, but refuses to breed you without being prodded. You snorted at that, telling them why would he. You might move into position but you don’t strap yourself in, so why wouldn’t he feel the same about being made to breed you?

The man’s only response is they can’t continue their research if he doesn’t produce and they can’t wait for him to decide when he wants to breed you. Near the end, he asks how your body feels since they still don’t feed or provide water to you. You tell him in a flat curt voice that you feel fine. While one of your captors undoes your wrists a key is slid across to you, and once in the room, your hands for the first time are unbound, and the cuffs are removed.

Advised in a biting tone by the suit-clad figure they’ll be replaced for collection every day.

This time you don’t make a show of moving toward Vash and signaling, just move right for him and show him your unbound hands. His own bound hands held out and yours quick to unlock them, almost as soon as they’re undone he surprises you. Pulling you into his arms for the first time and burying his face into your hair, his ear wings fluttering like mad. You let the cuffs fall from your hands, placing one of them against his neck, well aware the two of you are being watched and neither one of you cares.

When the lights go out and the two of you lower to the floor, Vash spends most of the night touching you, and you do the same. The freedom of not having your hands bound allows you to touch one another without having to pause and adjust where your hands are going.

For yourself, you have both of your hands holding one of his, exploring the hard parts of his wrist you’ve never seen before. His free hand is trailing along the skin of your chest, at least until he freezes at one of your breasts. “What are these for anyway?” Squeezing the tissue as he asks making you blush.

“They’re ugh, used to produce milk for offspring, a species thing.” Feeling your lower body warm when his pointed fingers pinch your nipple and makes you flinch. “They also, serve as… pleasure locations for sexual experiences.” His hand releases your breast once you finish and he’s flushing as well.

“I did not mean to cause any discomfort!” His ear wings flutter before lowering down, pinchers and antenna moving closer to his face.

“It’s alright. You didn’t know!” One of your hands reaches out to cup his jaw, trying to soothe him. Thumb pressing along his cheekbone, and you swallow, moving your hand to do something you’ve never done before and trail your fingers along the lower portion of his jaw pinchers. “Is this ok?”

His eyes have grown wide and the rest of his facial features and organs have stopped moving, thinking you might have overstepped. “I like it.” His own hand reached to run his fingertips across your knuckles.

It amazes you how sensitive it is, wishing you could do this with more light to watch his reactions. “Can I. Can I touch your ears?” It’s something you’ve wanted to do for a long time, too afraid to ask because of the chains connecting your wrists. “Be gentle” whispered low, you move your fingers along his pincher knowing it’s attached to the bottom portion of his ear. You freeze as it flickers once your index finger touches the soft membrane. As the movement slows you keep moving until you feel the hardened edge of the top, smiling at the different sensation.

Done exploring you return your hand to his jaw, thumb along the ridge of his chin near the center. With a day for firsts, you want to try one more thing. “Can I try one more thing?” You aren’t sure why you’ve grown nervous, your voice almost squeaking out.

“Yes.” His voice seems almost just as nervous and low, using your hand as a guide you close your eyes not that you could see much anyway. Pressing your lips to where his mouth is.

He lets out a noise you’ve heard from him before, the only thing you can describe it as is a happy chirp. It certainly wasn’t a chirp though. You keep it just a chaste press of lips before pulling away. Vash’s hands reach out to cup both of your cheeks, keeping you close to him, and when you reopen your eyes you his his glowing blue irises seem even more vivid. “Could we do that again?”

Instead of verbally answering, you close the distance and press your lips against his mouth again. This time you feel him pressing back, and you slide your hand from his chin to his neck. Humming all the while, and you think you feel dampness running down his face. When Vash opens his mouth the smallest amount before pulling back A small noise of discomfort.

“Are you ok?” Questioning as you pull back, your other hand on his cheek, realizing you were right. For whatever reason Vash is crying. “Vash, what’s wrong?” Heart thundering in your chest, did you accidentally hurt him? Pushing yourself to your knees and trying to pull back more except his own hands are keeping you in place.

“I think I care more for you than I thought. I do not want to hurt you.” The corner of his eyes turns downwards and you feel so confused.

“Vash” Hearing him sound so depressed is making your stomach churn. “What are you talking about, you’ve never hurt me under your own power.” Why is your vision blurry? And you realize it's from your own tears running down your face.

“That is the problem. I have hurt you, regardless of the reason. I do not wish to hurt you more. Just now, I wanted to kiss you more, yet my teeth are sharp, I would have hurt you. Again.” Feeling more of his tears flow as well as your own and lean more into his space, pressing your foreheads together, feeling his antenna moving against your skin.

“Vash. Trust me, please. You have never and will never hurt me.” No matter how much he might see it, as far as you’re concerned Vash has never hurt you. He was forced to do things to you and still fights against them every day. Those actions are also keeping you alive, even if it is for nothing but some kind of sick experiment because they want his seed.

“I am a terrible mate.” It makes your heart burn to hear him so despondent, hot tears running down your face. Moving your hands to press against the sides of his face, fingers lining up with his pinchers and ear wings.

“No. You aren’t Vash.” At that soft statement, you close the distance and kiss him again, trying to let your actions speak for you and throwing as much feeling as you can into it. “You’re a wonderful mate.” You have no idea when you came to the realization that is what you are for him since he told you without so much as telling you that breeding made you his mate as far as his species was concerned. “I know if you could get us out of here you would.”

That just makes him cry more, pulling you more against his body trying to almost wrap you in his scaled body, but he returns the kiss once more. “Even the slightest chance they give us, I will take.” Voice cracking as he vows those words into your skin, and you wrap both of your arms around whatever parts of him you can reach. Breathing deeply and taking in as much as you can about him.

The next morning, Vash refuses to let you go to get on the table, hissing at the figures when they walk inside the room and fighting against the chains as they force his body upright. He keeps you held in his arms as long as he can before they start to shock him, and you feel the shocks through his body, gasping before Vash releases you.

That night Vash tells you again he’s a bad mate since you were shocked as well, and you spend the night kissing his skin and parts telling him he didn’t know you’d be able to feel it since you hadn’t before. You have a deeper kiss for the first time that night, tracing your tongue along his sharp teeth moaning as he pushes his tongue against yours.

If it wasn’t for Vash you would never notice the passage of time, even locked away like this he still seems to know the phases of the moon. Stating it’s part of his biology.

A few weeks later, three days in a row you feel Vash being rougher when he's forced to breed you, his hands leaving giant bruises on your hips, panting and whining as he slams himself hard against your body and something feels different.

He seems reserved that night as you move closer to him, and you feel yourself getting annoyed. “Vash. Honey. Talk to me” running your fingers along his ears wings, as he lays against the floor his face partially turned from you.

“About what?” You want to slap your face, even his voice has an edge to it you aren’t used to hearing. “Maybe the fact you’re fucking me harder than normal the last few days!? Vash something is wrong! I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” Eyebrows furrowed in your frustration with him. A growl passes his throat and he turns to you, the edge of his glowing pupils jagged. You swallow hard something about the way he’s looking, setting you on edge. So you try a different tactic. “Vash please, I’m worried.” Placing your hand on the side of his jaw and watching his eyes soften ever so slightly.

Letting out a long sigh Vash nuzzles into your hand, opening his mouth and nipping your skin “I want to breed you.” Feeling your eyebrows furrow, as he keeps speaking “We. Have not spoken about this before, but my kind has two breeding methods. The one you are used to is for producing worker drones and similar. The other is used to produce hive mind controllers like myself.” “So, you want to breed me the other way?” Moving your body closer to his and pressing your forehead against his. “I don’t see the problem, honey.”

A growl and a roll of his eyes “I do not want them to take that seed from you, if your womb could support it, it would be a sentient offspring. Our offspring. The other seeds they have taken from you would be beings I would control with no thoughts of their own.” That, suddenly makes a lot of sense, if you assume he’s like an ant colony everything he’s pumped into you so far has been drones. But this would be like making a new queen.

“Oh.” Kissing the side of his face as your shoulders slump “I don’t want them to take it either. What are we gonna do, Vash? I get the feeling this isn’t going to go away.” He just pulls you closer to his body, he’ll just have to suffer it alone and wait for it to pass refusing to risk taking any action.

The next day is the worst so far as Vash thrusts hard enough into you that you’re certain he’s going to break you, sweat pouring down your body and tears running down your face. When Vash finishes his gaze flicks to the mirror and he sees how you look in the reflection, realizing he needs to take action. As soon as the lights dim pulling you into his arms, nuzzling your hair “I apologize my mate. I think regardless I have to breed you before I hurt you.”

Reaching out you press your hands against the plates lining his neck “So you wanna breed me? Right now.” Pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth. “I. I like the idea of feeling you when it’s us making the decision to” a blush growing on your cheeks “ya know.”

“Yes. It does feel different to mate under our own power.” His eyes have that same haze as the night before and you don’t waste another moment pressing your mouth against his, and Vash is quick to open his mouth letting you press your tongue against his moaning against him. As Vash starts to press you down against the floor you move your legs, and it feels so different to feel his plates and lower legs between yours. As the two of you keep making out the shifting of your bodies it doesn’t long for you to feel wet or Vash’s cock starting to press against you, and for the first time, you look down and gulp seeing what’s been plowing into you.

It’s as thick as you expected, covered in broad plates and veins, and you lick your lips knowing you’re going to take it willingly for the first time. Reaching down between the two of you and rubbing his length watching him shudder, and moan above you. Lining him up with your slit you press your hips closer to him, feeling him sliding against your walls making both of you moan.

“You feel… different.” Vash starts to move his hips taking the lead “A good different.” And you pant, moving your hands to tangle into his hair.

Kissing one another as he moves leaves both of you moaning and panting, bodies pressed tightly together as he moves and when you pull away for air you tuck your face into his neck. “Because. We want this, and I think. This is us making love.”

Nipping at your lips as he swells inside of you before leaning on his hands above you, his eyes shining with internal light. “This may hurt my mate.” One of his hands brushed your hair from your face, before moving his hips at a different angle hitting deeper inside you. Holding still and panting while watching your face, and you understand why, throwing your head back as something inside you moves. Gasping as it seems to lance your cervix and something wiggling deeper and pushing past that boundary, sweat forming on your neck and back. “Almost there Love” his own eyes closed, his ear wings fluttering like mad swallowing hard and feeling something pumping directly into your womb. It feels so strange and wonderful at the same time. As he finishes he lowers his body down onto yours once more pressing your chests together and kissing your forehead. “My sweet mate, I love you.”

Panting feeling beyond full from his seed and his cock “I love you too, my handsome mate.” Running your fingers along his back plates, while you enjoy being together of your own choices.

A few weeks later something unexpected happens. A power outage.

Vash as promised uses it to his advantage, ripping the wires and needles from his back since they can’t shock him. Hissing all the while as he pulls the spikes and chains from his body, bleeding and you feel yourself crying at the damage he’s causing himself doing your best to help him in any small way. Once he’s free, he pulls you into his arms “Hold on tight” whispered into your ear and he’s tearing through the building using his bulk to keep you safe as you make your escape.

You aren’t sure when you see the moonlight how long Vash keeps moving, trying to bring you both to safety. All you do know is you wake up inside a small cave with moss and water running through it. Both of you cry as you’re free, and Vash makes you an offer you’re quick to accept.

Kissing your forehead as he starts to wrap you in a cocoon “I’ll see you in a few months, my mate.”

When you awake, you know a decent amount of time has passed pushing your way out of the cocoon or trying to as your body flops out of the webbing with no grace. “This. Is going to take some getting used to.” Your voice sounds strange to your own ears, and looking at your hands you understand why. They’re the same shape as Vash’s, just smaller and you’re a lighter shade compared to him. As you take in your appearance you hear the sound of movement. Smiling as you turn, watching an exhausted and thinner Vash join you, ear wings fluttering as he reaches for you and you’re happy to let him pull you against his body. “Hello, my beautiful mate. It has been a while.” You just grin in response, happy to press your own body back and make a few happy clicks in response.

The two of you heading deeper into the earth as Vash teaches you to use your new body, his mind a constant presence along your own in your shared mental hive. Soon you’ll have a living hive to tend to.

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

~ Vash the Stampede ; Trigun Stampede

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you are on a mission to hunt down the Humanoid Typhoon, but he ends up hunting your heart instead

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : vash x bountyhuntress!reader, fem!reader, action then fluff, murder, bullet wounds, the sun can burn reader’s skin so she wears bandages, she also heals super fast

‧₊˚ a / n : this is a snippet of a fic i was writing for myself so it used to be vash x oc (hence the sun and healing stuff) but i adjusted it to x reader/ y/n for tumblr, enjoy ~

You watched the blonde as he helped the local townspeople around. You had arrived at borders of the town hoping to intersect him, but when all you found was a nice, restless and awkward guy, suddenly you weren’t so sure you had tracked the right person. Roaming the sidelines, you waited for a chance to catch him and leave without causing much commotion. Since he was being such a nice person to the people of this town they might try to protect him later on, and you weren’t about to deal with with such hassles. Not like you’ve ever caught a criminal someone had tried to protect, but just the idea of dealing with people made you roll your eyes. Your name didn’t really have a fantastic reputation, to them you were just a bandaged freak shooting at criminals and selling them off to the military police.

So you waited. You hid your thomas behind one of the furthest wooden houses in town and then proceeded to walk around the premises, laying low. Soon the suffocating sun you hated so much had set behind the dunes, the lights started to illuminate the township, and most of the people started heading to one particular place. You followed the crowd from afar, spotting the tall blond who seemed to be having a good time. Stealthily, you moved to the back of the house next to the bar. Leaning into the wall, a sigh escaped your lips. It was fine, you could wait just a little more. Your eyes stared off into the distance, the sky getting darker and darker and specks of bright stars soon decorated the night sky. Lashes getting heavier and heavier, you started dozing off. The wall started to feel more and more comfortable and the chilly wind unintentionally lullabied you to sleep.

Until a moment when the sounds of people having fun turned up abruptly, and you heard a melodic laugh. Your eyes immediately flung open and your whole body jolted on guard again. The blonde finally left the bar, laughing and thanking the people inside. Peeking around the corner, your eyes followed him as he came towards the back of both wooden constructions, and in the moment he was close enough, you tackled him against the bar’s wall.

“Ouch!” he whined, you held him face against the wood planks and quickly tied his hands up against his back.

“Vash The Stampede?”

“Oh, nice to meet you!” he giggled nervously.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Oh? Where to?” the tall man didn’t even put up resistance when you dragged him away from the wall and pushed him towards the exit of the town, where your thomas was waiting for you.

“July”

“You’re a bounty huntress?”

“Bingo”

“Well, so am I” something cold hit you in back of the head, an annoyed sigh escaped your mouth. Vash turned his head around as much as he could to see whoever was behind you, his blue eyes widened “it’s not everyday we run into each other, really! And it’s definitely not everyday one gets the pleasure to meet the renowned Bandaged Huntress.”

“I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet a fellow hunter, but i’m afraid I don’t know your name.” It was really not a pleasure at all.

“Yeah, you don’t need to. Hand him over, woman.”

You frowned, but held Vash’s tied hands with your left hand, lifting the right arm in signal of surrender. Slowly, you turned around, placing the blonde in the middle of the man and yourself. He was taller than the Humanoid Typhoon, and he was buff. Long black hair and short beard, with deep black eyes hidden under a brown hat. An ugly scar ran from his left brow down to his cheekbone. An equally ugly smile rose from his lips.

“Uh, if i can voice an opinion, I would rather peacefully leave with the lady?”

“You don’t have an opinion Stampede. It was nice to do business with you, Bandaged Huntress” he then grabbed Vash by his red coat and roughly turned him around, placing his gun next to Vash’s head “don’t try to fight me or you’ll end up alerting the townspeople. And that won’t be good for neither of us, will it?”

With a scornful smile he pushed Vash and he made his way out of town. You stared at him as he walked away in disbelief. What kind of idiot turned their back to their enemies?! If he thought you’d stand there defeated, you didn’t know how much he had actually heard about you.

“I don’t think that’s what business means.”

The man turned around, raising an eyebrow, only to find you pointing at him with two guns.

“You really wanna do this?” he groaned and pointed his gun at you instead of Vash.

“Can’t we solve this peacefully please? What if you both team up, no fighting, no guns, and split the cash?”

“Don’t be ridiculous” we both said at the same time, his body jerked in a sudden startle.

“If I have to kill you and flee the town, I will, I don’t give a damn” your frown and serious eyes stared at him.

“I feel the same way.”

The moment both hunters stood in silence and didn’t move lasted less than what it felt like. If you didn’t make a move he would first, so it was really just a matter of who acted first. Clam heart, calm breathing and steady hands gripped the cold metal of the gun in your hand. The nervous blue eyed hostage stared at your hands in anticipation. Trusting your perfect aim, you fired a single bullet from your left gun.

But what happened next, you couldn’t have anticipated it. Vash pushed the gunslinger out of the way, the bullet you shot barely missing his head and hissing next to his cheek. The man in the red coat wasted no time, he sprinted off so quickly that you almost lost his silhouette in the shadows. A breathy swear word fell from your lips before immediately running in persecution of the Humanoid Typhoon. As you moved your legs as fast as possible you heard a commotion fading away behind your back, and you figured the people at the bar had finally found out about what was going on. Bullets aggressively flashed against wood and sand near your shoes when you followed the blond in between more houses.

“Bitch!” the hunter’s voice was barely audible by then.

In agile stunts, you jumped above piles of wood and stashes of people’s belongings next to their houses, thanking the wanted man in your head for choosing to wear such a flashy coat. Even when he had long legs and advantage, you still managed to catch up to him rather quickly.

“Gotcha!“ jumping, you tackled him to the ground and he let out a yelp. Grabbing him by his tied hands yet again, you both stood up “run run!” the command made him let out a little squeal and immediately do as you said.

Directing him towards your original destination, both of you made your way under the cover of darkness and houses, until he tripped, and with a shriek fell down.

“Shit!“ you almost fell right after him, but managed to keep your balance and helped him pulling him to get back up as fast as your strength allowed you to “quickly! get up before he catches up!”

“Too late!” a smug raspy voice made you turn your head towards your left in a hurry, where the hunter was more than ready to shoot.

“Vash!” without thinking at all, you pushed the blonde out of the way and behind the next house, but you weren’t quite as lucky as him.

A sharp, burning pain hit violently right beneath your shoulder. A bunch of air escaped your lungs and your other hand reacted in a jolt to hold the injured arm

“Fuck! You dipshit!” you screamed almost scratching your vocal chords, the hunter laughed at you maliciously, but it didn’t last long.

With your good arm, you grabbed one of your guns and pointed it at him.

“No! Wait!” Vash’s scream tried to stop you, but it wasn’t enough. Next thing that happened, a bullet hit the hunter in between his brows, his shocked expression was the last thing your eyes saw clearly.

He fell to the floor on his back, and everything started to swirl in your eyes.

“What did you do?!” Vash, who had somehow managed to get rid of the ropes around his wrists, seemed alarmed, but when he saw you, it got worse.

You stumbled upon your own feet and ended up falling down on your knees. Everything that was once swirling around a single point, was now swirling in a million, and the burning sensation of the bullet wound started to spread across the rest of your arm. This is not normal, you thought. Your racing heartbeat pounded from the inside of your head desperately and your breathing became irregular to the point of panting loudly.

“Are you okay?!“ you barely heard the blond over the annoying ringing that drowned out all sound around you. Now closer to you, your distorted vision was full of his red, blue, yellow and the gray of his metal arm. His hands grabbed you by your arms to keep you steady.

“Th-the bullet” you managed to say between your short breaths “it’s laced… with some…thing.”

Next thing that you felt was the floor, and everything went black.

-0-0-•-0-0-

You screamed when a burning pain grazed your arm. Disoriented, you tried to get away from the sunlight and ended up falling to the floor, hitting the arm that had been shot in the process. You gasped in pain again.

“Wha- What’s wrong?!” a panicked voice asked as you took cover in the shadow of what seemed to be a bed, where you had previously been laying.

“The sunlight!” you cried, both arms on fire “close the curtains!”

The sound of the curtains being pulled violently calmed your anxiety a little, the place suddenly going dark behind your eyelids was comforting. Your breath slowly tried to go back to regular pace

“You hit your arm” a soft and kind male voice said, your eyes fluttered open but weren’t able to focus on anything.

Everything was blurry, but a warm hand and a cold hand helped you up to the bed again. You tried blinking away the tears of pain that had formed in your eyes, but turned out that wasn’t the reason why everything was blurry. You figured it had been the shock of the injured arm hitting the ground. Breathing in and out, the pain dissolved warily, and the burn of the other one settled down to a tingling sensation.

“The sun… did it burn your arm like this?” the hands lifted the burned arm to take a look at it.

Slowly, your eyes were finally able to see what was going on. You were in a rustic looking room, and Vash The Stampede was the one holding your arm. You blinked several times in confusion. Your skin was bare and clean, except for the recent sunburn, and you noticed you were still wearing your everyday clothes but you had ben stripped off all of your bandages.

“What… What is going on? Why are you here? Where am I?”

“Shh, calm down. You’re still in the same town you were before. The townspeople helped me bring you over to an empty house. They had a doctor take a look at your wound and you were right, the bullet had been laced with some kind of poison. Luckily, the doctor was able to give you an anti-venom. Your bullet wound was supposed to heal in a week or so, but it seemed to had healed mostly… until now that you hit your arm and opened your wound once again” he sighed.

Vash stood up and your gaze followed, still confused. You held your breath as he came closer with a wet cloth in his hand. Carefully, he swiped the wet cloth over the bullet wounded arm and you winced.

“Sorry” he whispered tenderly, as the cold of the cloth relieved the pain a little.

You couldn’t help but stare at him in fascination. A kind smile rested on his lips as he cleaned blood off your arm, his pretty eyes carefully focused, and there was a lively and sweet blush over his cheeks, barely hidden by his orange tinted sunglasses. The sudden change in the situation you had been (you capturing him) to now (him taking care of you) made you look at him under a brand new light. Not only was he beautiful, he was… kind. And warm. He was what people described the sun to feel like, with his sun colored hair and his infinite sky blue eyes. You can’t even remember the last time someone took their time to look out for you, the last time your heart beat in your chest like it was beating right then, or the last time your cheeks flushed.

“Why are you helping me?”

The question pulled him out of his thoughts to look back at you, he blinked in confusion as if the answer was obvious.

“You were shot and poisoned”

“I wanted to sell you off to the police“ you furrowed your brows, now more confused than before.

“You took a bullet for me” his concerned voice made you realize, you had indeed taken a bullet for him.

“I didn’t do it for any particular reason…”

“You did it because there is good in your heart” that sweet smile of his made a comeback, making your breath suddenly get caught up in your throat “and even if you hadn’t taken a bullet for me, if you had taken it for somebody else or just ended up wounded from the fight, I still would’ve helped you. Why would I abandon someone in need?”

Blinking twice, you swallowed dry air to try and spit out words that somehow stuck to your throat the minute he smiled at you.

“You didn’t do it.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t do it. There’s no way you did what they say. There’s no way you killed that many people, steal that many plants. I don’t believe it.”

Licking his lower lip, he remained silent for a moment, before finally speaking again.

“You’re right, it wasn’t me. The person the authorities are looking for is my twin brother, Knives.”

Your eyes widened. A twin. That made sense.

Poor guy had been persecuted for crimes he didn’t commit.

“Oh, you stopped bleeding already?” confused, Vash moved the wet cloth away from your skin.

“Yeah, it will heal soon. It should be fine in some hours. Sunburns do take much more time healing, though…”

He gave you a knowing look, which was somehow also mixed with curiosity.

“I didn’t quite catch your name, Bandaged Huntress” his smile was a little crooked this time, playful.

You scoffed with a small smile of your own.

— It’s y/n

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