#brick wall vash

[moodysnowflake]

The fact that this scene is so fluid and seems so flowy should be testament enough of the awesome job Studio Orange is doing.

Animating stuff which is supposed to be floating in water is MAYHEM.

Also, to everybody keep telling that Tristamp Vash is a twink... I'm so glad we got him into this tank, so the liquid makes the clothes STICK to his skin.

Naï might be a huge beefcake, but Vash is still a freaking brick wall.

We know Vash is likely self conscious not only of his scars, but also of his height and his size. Very likely. Black is not just for radiation absorption, injury coverage, and hiding (when he doesn't have his brightass coat).

Black slims.

And a loose-ish fit doesn't only allow for comfortable movement, but also helps him to appear less menacing (he should be around 180-188 cm [5'11-6'2], depending on the source).

I mean, have you seen his shoulders? This man has the wingspan of a flippin' Andean condor.

[yellowocaballero]

personally I am firmly in the belief that legato flirted with knives and mr. millions only-body-I-respect-is-the-one-I-made-myself knives took it as an insult to his pride…… either that or legato said vash was hot

via @cowboyworm

So either:

Legato is as obsessed with Knives as Knives is with himself, which is a sin - Knives is the superior life form, his obsession with himself can surpass any human's.

Legato is as obsessed with Vash as he would normally be obsessed with Knives, which is also a sin - a little bit on a 'that is my brother' level, and mostly 'that is the worst taste known to man' level. I think you would have to closely approximate it to my own feelings about Catholic converts, e.g. "I'm stuck here via accident of my birth, you CHOSE this???".

Legato existing is vaguely offensive in and of itself.

Huge fan of all of it. Honestly I haven't even been able to decide if Legato hates Knives or if he's legally mandated via being BFF with his brother to be nice to him. Is he just, like, bitchy? Is it a Mean Girls situation? Is Legato Gretchen? What is happening here on this day?

[nexadarling]

Some of yall need the reminder again so here. He's tall and got that Waist, but he is SOLID

Quick trigun thing everyone forgets: vash is a brick wall. He's six feet of broad shoulders and muscle and he wears black and a giant coat to hide it. Apparently it works because everyone's out here calling him skinny when he's built like a tree

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Pov you are talking to Vash

[ID: A Trigun meme redraw of Wolfwood arguing with a brick wall. End ID]

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 15: against a wall with Wolfwood

warning: p in v, against a wall, public sex? idk its in an empty alley, slight vashwood ngl, not proofread.

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Harsh thrusts sent body quaking with the impact, like an active earthquake sending tremors up your spine and caused your pussy to clamp tighter around Wolfwood's cock, lean hips jackhammering you in place against the wall.

"Fuck, you take this cock so well, angel," He groans, keeping you up effortlessly with his hand on your thigh, the other behind your head in a sweet attempt to made that you don't go hitting your pretty head on the brick.

His hips pause and you see stars, grinding his pelvis into yours for a second to stimulate your painfully neglected clit and smother your jaw with wet kisses, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix in an almost painful shock of pure pleasure. "Aren't you just so sweet, honey, lettin' me fuck you in an alley. You just knew I couldn't wait any longer, didn't you?" He mocked in a sickeningly sweet tone, voice rough and teasing with that smug grin against your jawbone, but you couldn't care less when you felt him already beginning to swell inside of you.

"Yeah, I know," He murmured in response to your whine, keeping you cradled in his arms as he started to fuck into you again. As much as he wanted to keep you shaking and begging for more, he knew the chances of getting caught only grew bigger as time passed, and the last thing he wanted was to watch you pull at your panties because he had to cut your session short.

"Don't worry, honey, I got ya, you can do it," Oh, he loved how the squelching of your cunt echoed in the alley, harmonizing perfectly with the sound of his hips against your and your pretty moans. "Hold on tight, angel, I'm gonna go faster, 'kay?"

He hoisted you up higher on the wall before you could even process his drawl, sighing blissfully as his eyes rolled back when you squealed and clamped around him, practically bullying your drooling pussy with his harsh thrusts and the way he used your body as leverage.

"Fuck, angel, d'you see the way Vash was lookin' at ya?" So that's why he pulled you away from the group so suddenly. But with rose tinted cheeks and a slight grin on his face, you know he was anything but mad at his how "friend" had been ogling you in the morning sun.

"What's he think he's doin'? Eyein' up my bride like that. He's sure got a pair, doesn't he- argh, honey?" No matter how long you've been married, the way he called you his bride made your cheeks hot, and he sure got a kick out of the way you had to explain to bartenders and waitresses that you were, in fact, not a newlywed couple who needed some free drinks or anything. He was just a hopeless romantic, with a pretty young wife to brag about.

He was just so handsome, black bangs sticking to his forehead and sweat dripping down his neck, tan muscles looking tense in an effort not to let his knees buckle when you fluttered tighter. Ugh, his cock hurt- why'd you have to be so pretty?

"Hmph- okay, angel, c'mon." He had reached his limit, biting your neck in an effort not to cum prematurely. "Cum on my cock, little lady, we gotta get back to the others- Fuck!"

"Oh! Oh- c-cummin'! Fuck, honey, 'm cummin-!" He cried, almost losing his grip on you all together when his foot slipped in the dirt and you came on his cock with such a pretty sigh, but he found his balance just you felt that familiar hot wave crash into your womb.

He always came so much, today being no exception as it dripped out of you and splatted to the ground while he babbled, eyes closed and shaking his head dumbly with an almost fucked-out look on his face.

"D-Damn it! You're too tight, honey! Ohhh! Cummin' on my cock- so pretty- ahhh!" His words always did get choppy when he came, like he felt like he had to talk you threw it, even when he couldn't think a single thought besides how good your soft cunt felt around his throbbing cock.

Only when you felt his grip on your thigh and the back of your head loosen did the hot seed finally stop shooting into your pussy, though it still dripped between his shoes slowly to leave his mark. "Huh... Huh... Huh..." He panted hot breath down your neck, slumping weakly against your body, his firm chest pressed against your soft tits so sweetly you could ignore the layer of sweat.

"You did so good— you always do," He praised softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rubbed the back of your head lightly, not caring how his knuckles stung from how they grinded against the brick behind you. "Pretty bride, I love you."

[bendycxmet]

hello hello! My apologies if ever you're requests aren't open rn but if ever they are would it be alright to request a Vash x reader prompt <33?

I was thinking reader and Vash just having a happy and silly moment together like eating donuts or cuddling together but then when reader spares a glance to the side and sees Vash smiling all warm, happy and real they get all teary eyed and sentimental cause they're just happy to see Vash smiling and enjoying himself the way he deserves. I'm sorry if this prompt is too much but if ever you're willing to pick it up thank you so much!

Hope you have a lovely day/evening!

requests are always open! i should make that more obvious... but thank you for this sweet ask! i hope i didn't make it tooo angsty i tried to stay on the soft side but we gotta be real sometimes hehe sorry this took so long! life got hectic but i hope you enjoy my lovelies! muah muah

Love, Peace, and Donuts

Brown paper bag filled to the brim with the sweetest of delicious donuts, oily stains now slowly seeping through the material. Radio on the nearby table playing the recent hits from all around Gunsmoke, a poppy and bouncy song being transmitted from the speakers. Boots and shoes kicked off at the entranceway, two bodies leaning against each other on the plush and cushioned couch. All things on a checklist of Vash’s dream relaxing Sunday morning. 

You can practically see Vash mentally ticking the items off his list, the last item being marked off as he sags more in the cushions behind him, an arm being slung around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. 

“Satisfied?” you inquire, raising an eyebrow at his relaxed state. He was full of energy this morning, sitting up in bed as the first rays of sunlight hit the wall opposite your window, stretching his arms outward before collapsing on your sleeping form, attacking your face with wet kisses to rouse you from your slumber. His eagerness early in the morning was later explained by him mentioning that the baker in town was unveiling two new donut flavors this morning. 

“You know it. Sorry to wake you up so early. I just didn’t want the newest donuts to run out.”

“How could they? We were the first ones there. The baker hadn’t even opened the door yet.” 

“Oh, but they were so happy to see us! First customers of the day!”

“More like scared to see us,” you mumble, remembering how the baker had recoiled when she saw Vash jumping in excitement once he got a whiff of the fresh dough smell emanating from the mortar and brick shop. “But I bet they were glad that we bought two dozen donuts to make up for our…early arrival,” you quickly remarked, not wanting to sour his good mood. 

He reaches forward to grab another donut from the bag, popping it into his mouth and leaning his head back onto the back of the couch. He hums along to the tune floating in the air, fingers drumming along as well on your shoulder. You join him, your head flopping back on the cushions and turning to look at him closely now. 

He finishes his donut, swallowing the delicacy and humming, a soft smile splayed out on his face. He continues his humming, but feeling your gaze on him, opens his eyes, eyelashes fluttering against the sudden light, and turning to look at you.

Being woken up so early must have fried your brain. Slowed it even. You didn’t notice when he was nuzzling your face first thing in the morning, or when he chatted with the baker, hand holding yours gently to keep you close, or when he burst through the door of your shared space, boots thrown haphazardly in the hallway, turning to you with the bag of donuts held above his head, both of you dancing around each other while dodging the shoes thrown around the doorway. 

You hadn’t noticed that this was the happiest Vash had ever been since you had known him. 

The smile gave him dimples, the corners of his eyes crinkling. The unprotected softness and adoration he held in his eyes immediately broke something in you. 

“I love it when you smile,” you quietly say before sobs rack your body. You hunch forward, hands coming to cover your face as the tears stream from your eyes. You mentally scold yourself, hating that you perhaps just ruined his perfect Sunday morning. You cave in more, arms completely encircling your head in an attempt to hide your pain from him.

You had seen this man face horrors no human being–well, plant–should ever face. Years upon years turned into decades and then a century of Vash constantly facing hate, fear, dread, pain. The will and determination you always saw in him was beautiful and inspiring, but sad to see. Why did he ever have to be that way in the first place? He didn’t deserve it.

You hear him squeal behind you, straightening to hug your body closer to him. 

“Oh, Angel what happened? Did I wake you too early? We can go take a nap right now!”

You shake your head at his guesses, your sobbing starting again. You feel his hands grab yours, watching him with puffy eyes as he kisses your wet palms, licking the saltiness away. 

“What’s got you so worked up, my love?”

“You’re… happy. I can see it so plainly now.” You sniff, collecting your thoughts. “For years, I would hear you shout ‘Love and Peace!’ at everyone. But I wanted that for you-” a whimper cuts you off, but you grit your teeth against the onslaught of tears. “I wanted happiness for you, Vash. I wanted you to have so much of it inside you that it showed truthfully on the outside that you were happy, and I- I finally saw it today.” 

Vash traces your cheeks with his lips, kissing the corners of your eyes. He leans back, caressing your face to make sure you look at him. He’s nose-to-nose now with you.

“You are my happiness. You are my love and peace.” Tears begin to blur your vision, Vash quick to dispel them from your lids.

“Listen to me when I say that you are the reason for every good thing that has happened to me. I live this life now with so much happiness and love knowing you are by my side. Your very existence is enough reason for mine.” 

His affirmations lift a weight you hadn’t known you were carrying until this moment. You let out one final cry of relief, gratitude, love. You're not sure yourself, but Vash kisses them away again, embracing your emotions.

You breathe, breathe in the air and him, collapsing against his chest, the emotions and early morning catching up to you. He leans you two backward onto the arm of the couch, humming a sweet, slower tune as he pets your head, his other hand rubbing your back. Your breathing slows, face dry now from rubbing into his shirt. You glance up once more before closing your eyes, seeing the tenderness etched into his face as he leans down, and kisses your forehead before the both of you slump into a midday nap. 

A/N: i recommend the song "tenderness" by general public! it popped into my head while i was writing this

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Scars

Summary: Scars to some are something to be proud of, a story that unfolds across flesh; but to others, scars are something to be hidden, something shameful and disgusting. But here is a man who thinks so lowly of himself, yet upon him is an artwork of peace and love.

Authors Notes: This is something I wrote a while ago but I think it's still good enough to post :) Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Slight nudity, nsfw themes.

“Your scars,” she lightly grabbed Vash’s chin and let the pads of her fingers run along his jaw. Small nicks and lines of new flesh rested on his neck, the further down you went the more gruesome the injuries became. Fingernails lightly pressed into his soft skin; she wanted him to know she was here, alive and real—not some illusion or figment of his imagination, but a breathing being that found it in herself to worship the God before her; he didn’t believe he was worthy of such a title. He always ignored the praise, telling her that no God would look so terribly ugly. The mere thought that he saw himself as some monstrous creature made her heart hurt. She smiled and finished her sentence, “—tell a story.” 

He faced away from her, blonde hair damp from the shower he had taken moments before. “A story?” His voice was quiet, nervous. A lamb standing before a slaughterhouse. He was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, hands gripping the sheets like his life depended on it. She knew that he didn’t like being vulnerable like this, shirtless and trapped in a room with a woman who always seemed to walk right past his walls and barriers, right into his very soul. He needed to know though, needed to realize how much she truly, utterly loved him.

She hummed, staring at his light blue eyes—they reminded her of humanity, of the good that rested in the world and all the people that rested under the skies, waiting for another day to arrive—as she smiled softly. She let her wall fall slowly, each brick cracking with determination. She had to let him see how she really felt, how every time she looked at him all she could see was beauty. Godly. Divine. A relic of some holy religion that has been long forgotten. “Do you want to know what these scars say?”

He turned his head and made eye contact, only to break it immediately. A light pink dust covered his cheeks, and from the way he kept trying to move away from her touch, she figured he would refuse her advances. She would accept his refusal, but it wouldn’t be any less disappointing. She wanted to get on her knees and pray, beg to be able to touch such a divine being—someone who, despite the horrors of the world around them, managed to keep a heart so pure and truthful. No human could do such a thing, he had to be something else, something completely heavenly. 

He found himself looking at a small dip in the wooden floor, memorizing the grain. His grip on the sheets tightened. She pulled her fingers back and let them hang by her sides. She should’ve known not to press too far—

He nodded. 

She paused.

He . . . agreed? She blinked and let a soft grin cover her face, heart pounding with both excitement and nervousness. This is it, she thought, this would be the moment she could show how much adoration laid within her bosom. “You can stop this story at any time,” she tilted her head and put her hands on his face, forcing him to look at her. The light pink of his skin changed into a deep red, slowly crawling down his neck. “I’ll always be here to recite this poem to you, so don’t worry about missing any of it. Don’t worry about pushing yourself. Okay?”

He nodded, fear seeping down into his very pores. She could tell that every part of him was screaming to run, hide away and cover himself; yet he carried on, and God, she wanted to cry from happiness. He was trying, he was starting to see himself from her eyes. He was starting to know how much she adored him. He was, despite the devilish terror that tormented him, pushing on. A soul so very brave yet so very paralyzed.

She traced her fingers down to his shoulder, where a large scar rested. He shivered as her touch moved across him so intimately. Knuckles brushing against the veins in his neck, making his blood roar and heart scream. “This one tells me of your bravery,” she slowly traced it and moved lower, towards his chest. She ignored the quiet, scared breaths, and the nervous twitches—what he needed right now was reassurance, a way to know that he isn’t a monster, but a God worthy of a devoted priestess. “And this one tells me of your kindness, compassion. How you care so deeply for others but ignore yourself. This one shows me how dedicated you are to your goal, your morals. How unshaking you are in the face of tragedy and pain—you know what you want and strive for it every day. Despite the hardships you face, you move on.” The pads of her fingers lightly caressed the scarred flesh, thumb rubbing circles. He bit his lip and opened his mouth, but she shushed him before he could speak any ill-words about himself.

“This one, oh, this one,” she leaned closer and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. He stiffened and let out a strangled breath, the tips of his ears burning red. She brought her fingers to his left arm, feeling the border between flesh and metal. “This one is important, do you know why?”

He was silent. 

“Because it shows that even in the pits of cruelty you manage to find a way to save, a way to choose the lesser evil—no, not even the lesser evil. You manage to find a way to avoid both and accomplish everything at once, you don’t take the devil’s offer, you forge your own path.” She pressed a light kiss to his neck. Her lips were cold against his warm, flushed skin.

“Mayfly,” he forced out, hands awkwardly hovering over her, not sure what they should do. “Please.” He wasn't sure if he was begging for her to stop or continue on; head dizzy with so much confusion and affection. How can she love me?

She kissed him again, slowly trailing down his shoulder. She took her time, pressing a kiss to each scar, uttering praises that would put any man in the grave from happiness. “Your scars tell me how you survive despite the pain. They tell me of how kind you are. They whisper about how you take on the world and suffer under the weight of it. They tell me of how you think you’re nothing more than a disgrace,” she pressed a kiss into the center of his chest, getting onto her knees between his legs. “But that is wrong, my Love.” He flushed bright red and snapped his head up to look at the roof, not able to find it in himself to look at her. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he saw her between his legs, uttering praise and kissing his flesh—the parts of him that he was so deeply ashamed of.

“You deserve kindness,” she kissed another scar, “compassion,” another, “love,” another, “and anything else you could dream of.” She grabbed his waist and slowly stood up, hands coming to a rest on his shoulders. “You think you are ugly, horrid,” she grabbed his chin and made him look her in the eyes. Tears glistened on his eyelashes, cheeks burning harshly with both adornment and embarrassment. “But you are nothing short of a God, nothing short of beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to be by your side, to feel your friendship and love. The world treats you unfairly, makes you think you are a demon, and I will not let those lies poison you, do you understand me?”

Silence sat in the room for a moment—thick with too many emotions to count.

Tears started to slip down his face. Abandoning all reservations he had, he grabbed her hands and pulled her forward, sending them both into the bed. Arms curled around her and pressed her body into his, warmth melding into a hearth of love. “What—” he managed to choke out, “what did I do to deserve you?” He shoved his face into her, overwhelmed with just how much he loved her.

“What didn’t you do?” she huffed and slowly ran her hands through his hair as he silently sobbed into her neck, “you’re a saint, Vash. If anything, God should’ve given you better gifts than me.”

“You’re the best thing I can think of. I wouldn’t trade you for anything,” his voice was weak and quiet, emotions pouring out of him so fast he couldn’t control them. He knew he'd be ashamed in the morning, cursing himself for being so open, but he couldn't help it. Love and safety were before him, tempting him with peace. How could he deny such a great thing?

She opened her mouth to argue but sighed in defeat. The night was about him, and she wouldn’t let her insecurities get in the way. “Even more than doughnuts?” She jokingly whispered to him, hoping to lighten the heavy mood that had overtaken the silence. He began to calm down, his sniffles fading from the room.

He paused and peeked his head out from under her, “that’s unfair.” 

She blinked and grinned, “are you saying you love doughnuts more than me?” 

He let out a strangled yelp. “No!” he shot up, dragging her into his lap and he pressed his back against the wall. “I just love them in a different way!” His hands came to settle on her waist, absentmindedly rubbing circles into her skin. Small tears ran down his cheeks, dripping off his chin into his lap. She wanted to catch each one and hold it close, making sure that every part of him was cared for.

She raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, nose pressing against his. “Can a doughnut do this?” She kissed just under his eye, wiping away his tears, before lightly tracing his bottom lip with her thumb. He shivered and tensed up, eyes focused solely on her.

“No,” he breathed out in a lengthy sigh. He glanced at her lips before meeting her gaze, face slowly heating up once again. He wanted to look away but something about her was pulling him in, making him face his fears.

“Or how about this?” She dragged her lips along his cheek before meeting his, tension snapping in the room all at once. He was gentle, nervous, as if the moment he gave into his desires she would wash away into the ocean of sand that rested outside the messy bedroom window. She pressed into him a little harder, slowly coaxing him out of his shell, and the moment he fully emerged, she drew away.

She pulled back and smiled at him. He hesitated a little, a small whine echoing out of the back of his throat. Her heart twisted hearing that sound leave him—she wanted to hear it again, and again. Such a sweet sound . . . something that made every nerve in her body ignite with excitement. “So, do I win? Am I better than a doughnut?”

He gripped her hips and pouted, “much better. Can we finish that kiss now?” He wiped his eyes on his shoulder, rubbing the rest of his tears away. He glanced down at her chest before trailing back up to her crimson eyes, which held so much love and affection he had to turn away before he became overwhelmed. 

Badum, badum, badum. When had his heart started beating so fast? It felt as if the winds of the desert had settled into his chest, roaring to be let out, to be free once again.

“Only if you beg.”

He thought for a moment, only a moment, and decided that he was in too deep—might as well finish the play? Right? The show must go on. Besides, maybe she'd give him something more. So, without even a moment’s hesitation he purred out a “please, love~” He tossed his head back and whined, “Please! Just one kiss, please. One?”

He blinked in shock at the sound of his own voice, so high-pitched and needy, and promptly screwed his eyes shut from embarrassment. He gripped his lover a little tighter, hoping she'd let him off the hook easily. Though, he supposed he wouldn't mind if she was—no! He shook his head and huffed. Don't think about that. He wasn't going to ruin this precious moment with his. . . unsightly desires.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her head happily, “I didn’t expect you to actually do it.” She snickered and lightly nibbled on his ear.

He turned an even darker shade of red.

“I’ll do anything you say," he mumbled into her neck and wrapped his legs around her. He wanted her impossibly close—to meld into one, to be one.

“Love yourself then. Accept that you’re wonderful and deserve every good thing life has to offer.”

He pouted and pressed his nose into her cheek, “fine, but I’m getting another kiss.”

She hummed, “alright. Deal."

[multiverse-imagines]

@gao-growl got the idea of Vash trying Bathbombs and skin care item for the Reverse Isekai AU. How could I not?!?!?!

Self care

Reverse Isekai au

"You haven't tried a bath since you got here?" You asked as Vash joined you at the table for lunch. You were happy to see he had become comfortable walking without a shirt within the few short weeks since he'd arrived in your world.

"I tried, but the tub in my bathroom is too small. I'd much rather use yours."

"Mine really isn't all that fancy." You shrugged as you sat down with your plate.

"It has little back massaging jet's in it! That's way more than fancy! That's luxury!"

I mean, sometimes I want to fully submerge myself. Is that luxurious?" You tilted your head. Your family had always had a hot tub, or a jet bathtub in the family cabin you called home.

"I'm just saying that you're so short, why do you need that big of a bathtub in your bathroom? You could fit two people in there!" Vash grumbled.

"And what if that was the point?" You raised your eyebrow. The blush on his face was hidden by the large bite of his food he used to keep himself from speaking any more. You were surprised he hadn't made that joke himself, "Well, I wouldn't mind letting you use my bathtub if you don't fit in yours. Maybe toss in some bubbles for a bubble bath."

"A.. bubble bath?" He questioned, but you didn't answer.

Later in the day, you led Vash up to your bathroom, and opened the cabinet to show your array of bath products. Extra shampoo and conditioner, body washes, as well as face cleaning products. You picked up a small colorful ball that was wrapped in plastic wrap, giving it a smell before holding it up to Vash. He made a contented noise upon smelling it, nodding in agreement.

"You wanna use this bath bomb?" You offered.

"B-Bomb? You said no firearms outside of the lock boxes!" He backed away, his arms up to guard his face.

"No, no, Vash, these dissolve in water and make the water all soapy. You just drop them in the water." You giggled at his reaction. He has reactions like that sometimes.

When you introduced him to beef jerky, he was surprised when it was soft, and not the brick of Tomas meat. You introduced him to the little camping trigger lighter, and he flinched before realizing it was just a little flame. Let's just say that music with saxophones was… a work in progress…

He seemed to relax as you sneak past him, and began drawing the bath water. As you wait, you grab a few more products from the cabinet, as well as some towels.

"What are those for?"

"After you get out and rinse off, I want to do a little skin routine with you. Just a simple cleaning of your face, and a little moisturizer. Just let me know when you're done, and I'll come back in and help you with it."

"Ah. I was kinda hoping you would stay. We could keep talking while I take a bath." His face had a deep red across it as he struggled to keep eye contact, "it can be difficult to get out of a tub without my arm." He flexed the hand of his prosthetic arm.

"S-sure, but for privacy, I'll probably chill in the shower." You motioned to the wall that sectioned off the shower on the left.

"I'd be okay with that." He seemed to relax a bit.

Soon the bath water was filled in the tub, and Vash noted it was a comfortable temperature. You dropped the bathbomb in, and it thunked on the bottom before resurfacing and began fizzing.

Vash seemed to tense up, but you took his hand and you watched as the water became covered in a layer of soap, looking like a little Galaxy as the bath bomb floated around the tub.

You grabbed a pillow from your room to sit on. When you returned, you walked in on a shirtless Vash, wincing as he removed his prosthetic.

"That looks painful." You frowned.

"You get used to it. It's better than when I first started out." He gave a gentle smile your way, hinting that you shouldn't worry about it. You mimicked his smile, and made your way back to the shower, making yourself comfortable on the shower chair, facing away from Vash, even though there was already a wall between you.

You heard the subtle noise of his pants being removed, and he carefully slipped into the tub. He gave a contented sigh, relishing in the warm water.

"This is really nice. A hot bath never felt this nice when you'd be back to sweating just after getting out." He spoke, a smile on his voice.

"Yeah, sorry you ended up somewhere so cold."

"You said it gets warmer though. I've always wanted to see snow and the ocean. The warm weather will get here eventually." He remained optimistic.

When Vash was content with the amount of time spent in the tub, he began to drain the water. He allowed you to make your way out of the showering area before grabbing a towel.

Wrapping his waist before hopping into the shower, he rinsed off the excess soap from his body. Towel once again on his waist, he found you sitting on the bathroom counter. A small array of bottles at your side.

"Ah, that face routine. You know I can just wash my face in the shower, right?"

"If you're not rinsing your face with cold water afterwards, your skin could get dry, and your pores don't close properly. Now come here and let me wash your face." You made grabby hands at him. With a chuckle, he stood against the counter between your legs.

Up close he was so beautiful. More than the anime or manga had ever shown. The scars covering his visible torso were a little gruesome, but he wouldn't be Vash without them. They added to his beauty and you never found them upsetting, unless you thought about all of the various ways he could have received them.

He bent down slightly so you could press the cleansing cloth to his face, his eyes closed as you gently rubbed his face. His body seemed to relax and a content hum left him. Taking a dry wipe, you pumped a little of the moisturizer onto it, spreading the cold liquid on his face. He seemed a little uncomfortable at the change, but didn't object.

Once you were done, you tossed the two wipes in the trash. Wiping your hands on your shorts, Vash opened his eyes, and smiled.

"Wow, that does feel nice."

"See? Your face felt so soft once it had a little moisture added!" You grabbed the bottle of lotion on your left.

"Hey, Vash, wanna make the rest of you all soft? We could use that lotion. Got any rough skin spots?"

"We might as well fill the tub with it." He chuckled.

"Well, why don't I start with your chest and back? You can get your legs and other stuff on your own." You offered. He pondered a minute before nodding permission.

"Let me put my arm back on first." He commented, sliding his way over to the tank of the toilet where his arm sat. He winced once again as it clicked back into place. He rolled his shoulders, and tested the movement of his fingers and other joints. Content, he returned to his spot between your legs, "Where do you want me?" He gave a hollow smile.

You instructed him to face away from you so you could start with his back. You started at his left shoulder, giving his back a massage as you made your way down his shoulder, stopping just before the prosthetic. The skin around the border of metal and skin was definitely chapped, despite the healing from its apparent application. You were very careful in this spot.

You didn't spend too much time on his right shoulder either, since you planned to get his whole right arm once he turned around.

His back, however, was a different story. You were very delicate with the largest scar over his right shoulder, and the grate near his ribs. You made sure the lotion was properly rubbed in over every inch, lastly rubbing circles into the small of his back with your thumbs.

"Okay, you can turn around now."

"That was so relaxing." Vash's face was a deep shade of red. You wondered if he'd ever been touched so intimately.

"Well, you're about to be more relaxed. I gotta get your arm, and chest." You motioned for him to come closer. He obliged, and you once again rubbed more lotion into his chest. You were gonna have to buy this stuff in bulk. A bathtub full might not be enough. As you rubbed the lotion into his chest, it got you thinking.

"You know, Angel, you deserve to feel comfortable in your body."

"I do take care of my body."

"Having the body of sculpted marble is hot and all, but you're in a space you can be touchable now. You have resources to take care of yourself in a loving way, not just the ways for survival. Please take advantage of those. They don't have to be luxuries anymore." You told him. He seemed quiet for a bit while you rubbed in the last bit of lotion around that cute little cross scar on his hip.

"You're right. I've spent so long just… getting by. Surviving. I can finally rest now. Sometimes I can hardly believe it."

"You can spend the rest of your life in peace now, Vash. Nothing's gonna hurt us here." You said, leaning your forehead onto his chest. His arms surrounded you after a moment, and a gentle squeeze of a hug.

"I can rest now." He said as an affirmation.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Last Rites

a Vashwood fanfic, cross-posted on ao3

"What is wrong with you, blondie?" Wolfwood hit the brick wall with a closed fist, hissing as his knuckles split. "They don't give a damn about you! Whether you live or die!"

Vash stumbled, shifting his weight against the same wall as he cradled his right side. "That doesn't matter." 

"Like hell it doesn't matter!"

Vash flinched at the other man's intensity. The weak smile he offered Wolfwood slid sideways off his face with a new wave of pain. "You know how I feel, Wolfwood."

The undertaker shook his head in frustration. "Wish I did."

Vash's knees buckled, and he slid further down the wall. Wolfwood threw a strong arm around his shoulders before he hit the ground.

"Hey, easy, needle-noggin. Easy." Wolfwood's voice was soft gravel and warm gunmetal. "You don't get to die before I convince you you're a damn fool."

Vash blinked up at him, glassy-eyed. "Die?" He huffed a shaky breath. "You know I can't do that."

"So you say." Wolfwood didn't meet Vash's gaze as he rifled through his bag for first aid supplies. "Where's that damn gauze?"

"The bullet just grazed me. I've had worse, Wolfwood."

"Really? Because you're usually a drama queen and now you're actin' all tough. Got me scared as shit."

"Look at me, Wolfwood."

"No, damn it! We gotta get you patched up."

"Look at me!" Vash's jaw clenched with effort as he reached up to drag Wolfwood down by the collar. Wolfwood dragged his eyes down to Vash, his heart clenching as he took in the gunslinger's bloodless face. Vash didn't let go of his collar but kept pulling the man lower until they were nose to nose.

"You don't have to believe in me. But I'm not gonna let yourself get killed for me either. Nobody else gets hurt." Vash tried another smile, this one lasting a little longer before it trembled away.

"Believin' in you was never the problem, blondie." Wolfwood's mouth went dry this close to Vash. His eyes flicked from the Stampede's bright blue eyes to his tight-pressed lips. "Let me help you."

Vash's hand weakened and Wolfwood took the chance to pull gently out of his grip. "We gotta get this bullet outta you. You can argue with me later." He cautiously reached a hand down to the hem of Vash's tight black top. "Can I?"  Vash's eyes had fluttered shut, but he gave enough of a nod that Wolfwood kept going.

"This isn't how I wanted this to happen," he mumbled, carefully lifting the shirt over Vash's head as he searched for the bullet wound. "Fucking hell," Wolfwood swore. Vash's muscled torso was a patchwork of thick scars and metal grates, as if he had been taken apart and put back together over and over again. The undertaker's breath left him like a punch to the stomach. "What happened to you?"

Vash groaned and tried to curl around himself protectively. “N-nothing. ‘M fine, don’t look…”

“Oh, Vash…” Wolfwood couldn’t stop himself from gently running his calloused fingertips over the longest scar, a raised and jagged line that traced his ribs. Vash flinched and Wolfwood instantly removed his hand, cursing himself for the slip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” 

“No, you didn’t do anything. I just…I don’t like people to see me. Like this.” Vash’s words were sharp-edged with pain. “Especially people I- especially you.”

Wolfwood’s dark eyebrows knit together as he shushed the other man. He couldn’t know how wrong he was. Vash’s body was an alien landscape, and Wolfwood longed to map every inch of unexplored territory. “Don’t be ridiculous, blondie.” His voice dropped, ragged with the raw edges of the truth. “You’re beautiful.”

Vash laughed, but the normally musical sound was out of tune. “Don’t feel bad for me, Wolfwood. Doesn’t suit you.” He shook with the effort of speaking, and it didn’t escape Wolfwood’s notice.

“I feel bad for you ‘cause you’ve got such a spiky head, needle-noggin. But you’re fucking beautiful.”

The blonde opened his mouth to reply but was wracked by a cough. Bright blood dribbled over his lips, and his jaw went slack. 

“Vash?” Wolfwood grabbed his shoulder and shook hard. “Vash!” He swore and frantically tore apart his bag until he came up with bandages. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” He couldn’t tell whether the reassurances were for himself or the other man. Wolfwood tore a strip of bandages with his teeth, his eyes locking on a seep of sticky blood from underneath Vash’s body.

“Alright Typhoon, you’re gonna hold on for me.” Wolfwood turned him over quickly, steeling himself to the task at hand. “This is gonna fuckin’ hurt.” He ripped his flask from his pack and dumped stinging liquor over his hands, sterilizing them as best as he could. “I’ll make this up to you, okay? I swear to God, if He gives a shit.”

The undertaker took a deep breath and plunged his finger into the wound on Vash’s back, carefully feeling for the bullet lodged inside. He whispered apologies as Vash moaned in pain, his body still limp on the ground. The moans trickled to whimpers, and slowed entirely. In the silence, Wolfwood grew more desperate, no strength left to spend on his self-censoring.

“C’mon, baby. C’mon Vash, you stupid pretty thing, hang on f’me.” He gritted his teeth when he brushed against the warm metal, crooking his finger to pull the bullet out without causing too much extra damage. Wolfwood was numb everywhere except the places where his skin touched Vash’s. Those places burned like stars. “You’re doin’ so good, love. Stay here with me. I have so much to tell you if you stay here,” he murmured. 

Wolfwood reached for the liquor and took a hard swig from the bottle, swallowing with a wince. The rest he poured onto Vash’s wound, shakily brushing his hand over the blonde’s hair as the pain made him thrash. “I’m sorry, so sorry…your hair is so soft…softer than I even imagined,” Wolfwood whispered, a little hysterical. “I’ll tell ya so if you wake up after this, okay needle-noggin? Maybe I won’t even call ya that anymore.” 

“Forgive me for this, okay?” Wolfwood pressed clean bandages against the gunshot wound, a half-remembered prayer falling from his lips as Vash let out a strangled cry. “Almost done, almost done, love.” His eyes burned. “Why do you care about these people so goddamn much?” He leaned harder on the wound, willing the blood loss to slow. “What about the people who care about you? ” Vash’s blood soaked through the first fistful of bandages, and Wolfwood added a second. 

“I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep losing you.” Vash’s blood covered his hands, and Wolfwood swallowed down bile. “Fuck you, blondie. Fuck you for leavin' me alone again.” He was leaning his whole weight on the wound now, praying the bandages would be enough to hold Vash’s life in.

“You goddamn bleeding heart, you aren’t on your own anymore! This isn’t fair!” Wolfwood was crying, sick at himself. He didn’t even know he could still produce tears, and now he was on his knees next to the only person that would ever matter enough to wring them out of him. Vash’s eyes stayed shut, his body still and soft except for the tension in his jaw and the throb of his pulse in his neck. 

Wolfwood bent over him like a guardian angel. He turned Vash back over as the bleeding slowed and tenderly wiped the blood from his mouth. He pressed a heavy palm to the metal grate over Vash’s heart. “I love you, Vash. It scares me to death and I still love you. I can’t help it.” A bitter smile flickered over his face. “I’ve tried. Just get through this for me and I’ll tell you myself, okay?"

Suddenly out of things to do, Wolfwood collapsed back against the wall. His hands shook so badly that it took him three tries to get his lighter going, and he dropped the first cigarette he held to the flame. When it finally took, he sucked the smoke into his lungs like a penance and held it till he choked. That way, he had a reason for his voice to crack and his eyes to burn as he whispered, “Vash, please.”

[h5llpyre]

⸺ too eager to wait (18+)

nicholas d wolfwood x vash the stampede

cw public bathroom sex, like very very public like multiple people were listening in on them, trans sub bottom vash, cis dom top wolfwood, light humiliation, heavy teasing, wolfwood is a little bit mean but he means well, can be read as any vw version

“really didnt know you were into this, angel.”

“i- i’m fu- ucking not—“ vash gasps, fingers curling around the top of the door as his forearms push against it. it's not like he wants everyone in the bathroom to know they are fucking in the last stall, but there was nothing else to grasp onto as wolfwood nudges his leaking tip into his soaked folds.

“really? cause you're reeeeally wet,” wolfwood laughs and hovers on top of vash’s bent over figure as he bottoms out, the slide in suspiciously easier than usual. and vash wants to say something back but wolfwood’s tip is pressing so deep into his guts.

“breathe, breathe, sweetheart,” wolfwood coaxes in a gentler tone, reaching around to hook his middle and ring finger into vash’s parted mouth, the thick fingers that were sinking in and out of his cunt just a few minutes ago, splaying across his tongue.

and vash is honestly on the verge of passing out. plant marks flickering weakly, fingers trembling as wolfwood holds him together, keeping him upright on his length, deep in his pulsing cunt. it honestly hurts a little, but the silky, saccharine quality of wolfwood’s voice and the hot cling of his strong hips against his ass keeps his glowing eyes open.

with a deep, hissing inhale, wolfwood rears back just halfway, vash’s walls trying to suck him in before he falls into a gentle languid pace, hipd rolling with a smooth rhythm. vash’s mind goes gooey, his insides being shifted once again with the shape of wolfwood’s dick, a mould he’s come to memorize after months of traveling (fucking) with him.

vashs pants pool around his ankles, all of his buckles clanking loudly against the tiled floor as his entire body seems to rock with the motion of wolfwood’s pace. he grips the door tighter, his gloved leather fingers slipping on the smooth plastic of the staining stall door. a loud clanking of the door against the metal lock echoing into the ears of the poor men who just needed to take a piss, but instead get to listen in on two outlaws feverishly fucking after wandering hands under their abandoned saloon table became too much.

“wolfwoo.. they- they can he- hear—!” vash blabbers quietly around wolfwood’s fingers, drooling down the front of his red coat

“i know,” wolfwood huffs and nuzzles against the back of vash’s head, sliding his hand down to firmly settle around vash’s throat, causing his lips to stay parted to suck in strained breaths and intentionally giving him no way to hide his sounds from ears from outside the stall. wolfwood feels vash’s cunt clench rhythmically around his cock at his words, candy blue eyes rolling back into his pretty head as he gives into the embarrassment and humiliation of fucking in a public bathroom.

“just take it, don’t think about anything else— yeah… just like that, angel.” wolfwood coos warmly before tucking a hand around his hip and swinging them to the brick wall to the right. and thank god they chose the furthest stall (they originally chose it to be discrete but look how that turned out.)

wolfwood pushed vash against the bricks, before really fucking him. originally, he was scared of pushing him up on the door in fear of possibly shoving if off its metal hinges and creating a bigger scene than they already had, but here on this nice, stable brick wall, wolfwood could fuck him like he really meant it.

with a low snarl, wolfwood immediately resumes bullying that sweet spot in vash’s sopping cunt, except harder and faster. skin slapping sounds echoing off the bathroom walls as he fucks him, ignoring the men listening in on them. vash falls apart, sandwiched in between the hard bricks and a warm chest, he lets out shuddering gasps, wolfwood fucking impossibly deep. the wall helped keep him still, unable to move or shift away from his fast, mean strokes.

“this is what you needed?” wolfwood presses his lips against vash’s swinging golden earring, hips canting up into his tight heat. vash only mewls, gloves scraping against the bricks as he tries to hold on, but its useless.

“couldn’t even wait til we got back to the hotel huh— i could tell you needed it out there,” wolfwood rasps, reminding vash of how he was all over him, his voice piercing straight through the hazy lust enveloping vash’s numb head causing him to nod weakly.

“let me take care of ya, let me take care of it,” and vash doesn’t even realize wolfwood’s hand sneaking down until the insistent circle of thick fingers blooming pleasure over his engorged clit. he seizes up, thighs pressing together, knees knocking as wolfwood quickly presses closer, keeping him from collapsing as his quick fingers drive him closer to the edge.

���t-too muh- too much! mmhh- wolfwood, please..!” vash stammers, breath getting caught in his lungs with each thrust.

“shhh, i know, angel. you’re alright…” wolfwood absentmindedly hushes into ear, his own pleasure rapidly building. he doesn’t stop, leading vash straight into that fuzzy headspace as his fingers rub tighter circles.

“nnnh- nick—!” vash gasps, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure shoots into his gut, plant marks flicker and glow with his orgasm, legs quivering as his cunt clenches down on wolfwood’s dick.

the squeezing of his velvety walls is enough to force wolfwood over the edge. he strains, moaning through his bitten lip as he surges forward and cums straight into his awaiting plant womb, forcing vash up the wall. vash clings helplessly to the wall, feet dangling despite being taller than the dark haired man.

panting hotly, wolfwood gently rubs vash’s clit, helping him through his orgasm. he huffs, hooked nose gently nudging against his slack jaw as he kisses his nape. he slowly helps him back down to the ground, limp legs stabling themselves on the tiled floor. wolfwood fiddles with his pants, gingerly tucking himself away as his panting subsides.

vash has his forehead pressed into his elbow, still against the wall, biting his lip out of embarrassment, still unmoving.

“shit, we gotta go before we get kicked out.” wolfwood says, his mind clearing and now realizing just how loud and obvious they were. vash doesn't respond. wolfwood reaches down in the cramped stall and helps vash weakly toe into his pants, smiling lightly at the sight of seeing his cum dripping out. he straightens his wrinklycoat, letting it fall back into place before he gently pats his hip with a warm hand.

“we should’ve waited til we got back,” vash breathes, his leather hand lifting up to rub across his face but stops instead, covering his embarrassed face.

“we? you were the one who pulled me into here,” wolfwood laughs, rightfully accusing him. it wasn’t like he didn't enjoy giving him what he wanted while also embarrassing him, but it never hurt to tease.

vash frowns, “you were the one who kept on messing with me out there!” he whisper-shouts, his red face overriding any attempts at trying to look annoyed.

wolfwood takes his hand, “shhh,” he stifles another laugh in return of lightly hushing him. wolfwood unlatches the stall door before he could spout more accusing bullshit. walking hand in hand, vash keeps his head down, ignoring the way they received judging looks from people outside the bathroom.

[beanibon]

Can I request for Wolfwood with an AFAB bimbo reader or maybe an air-headed reader smut? It's okay if you feel uncomfortable or don't want to write it.

Of course that's okay! Honestly this sounds like so much fun to write!

TW: rough sex, angry sex, praise and degradation (mostly Wolfwood pouting on how reader was oblivious to his advances, nothing overly degrading),

Nicholas was furious, it'd been weeks and you still hadn't taken notice of his advances. He was growing impatient, no amount of sympathetic encouragement from Vash or Meryl could get him to calm down. He was getting antsy.

Here you were dragging Nicholas into a store that caught your attention, arms wrapped around one of his. You drove him insane, constantly wrapping yourself against him, yet couldn't get it through your head when he'd flirt back.

You took everything as a compliment, strangers catcalling you was a personal pet peeve of Wolfwood's, the way you'd wave at them, thank them. He wanted to strangle you at times, maybe even fuck some sense into you. Honestly what was it going to take to get it through your thick skull that he liked you?

A honey laced laugh dragged him from his unholy thoughts, dark eyes locked onto you as the store clerk obviously flirted with you. But yet again, you took no notice, just sweetly telling the old fuck how kind he was.

Nicholas had, had enough.

Stalking towards you like prey to a predator, an enraged expression that caused the shop attendant to cower before the Undertaker, he grabbed what you had in your hands, slamming a couple of double dollar bills on the counter. You blinked, before turning and smiling up at Nicholas, his ears red at your expression.

"Thank you Wolfwood! You honestly didn't have to pay for that, I have my own money." Nicholas was about to pop a vein.

He offered you grin, teeth grinding together at the way you sweetly waved to the old man behind the counter, bidding the pervert farewell. With the Punisher slung over his shoulder, Nicholas snaked an arm around your waist, leading you into a quiet alleyway. You were clearly oblivious to his intentions, admiring the necklace he had impatiently bought you.

Driving the cross into the ground, Nicholas bent over your small form, looking at the silver chained pendant with boredom. His hips pressed firmly into your ass, causing you to turn around and look at him.

"Wolfwood?" He hummed in response, awaiting for you to catch on to what he was doing. "If you wanted a closer look, you could've asked, it's beautiful isn't it!" You proudly showed his the necklace, and Nicholas was about to snap, eye twitching as he looked at the cheap jewellery.

"Yeah, it's real pretty sweetheart, but I think I different kind of jewellery would look beautiful around that neck of yours." Wolfwood flashed you his signature smirk, except this time it was laced with insatiable lust.

Tilting your head up at the man, your brows furrowed so adorably as you thought, Nicholas getting his hopes up at your clear calculations. Only for several bricks to drop their weight upon him, crushing him under how innocently stupid you were.

"I don't think there's anything else that goes around people's necks, chokers maybe, but they're a form of necklace though." You look at Nicholas, confusion etched in your features as he was leaning against a wall, hands rubbing at his face. Oh how he wanted to bang his head against that damned wall over and over again.

Straightening up, inhaling as he turned, he walked towards you. Leaning in close, so that you could smell the tobacco on his breath. "I like you sweetheart."

Your eyes lit up, smiling as you jumped up and down on the spot. "I like you too Wolfwood!" Nicholas raised a brow, hesitant to express excitement. "You're the greatest friend anyone could ask for!" There it was.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Nicholas groaned, dragging the hand down his face as stared at your sunshine smile. If you weren't going to get it anytime soon, he might as well speak a language you'd be sure to understand.

Before you could process what was happening, Wolfwood slammed your body against the wall, pinning you beneath his form. Dark eyes glared you down, drinking in the way your body didn't shy away from his.

"Wolfwood? What's wrong?" Your voice was meek, worry etched on your face for him, despite the predicament you were in.

A smirk tugged at his lips, chuckling darkly at your annoying innocence. "You don't seem to understand what I'm saying y/n, so I'll fuck it into you. Yeah, that way you'll understand exactly what's wrong with me, and how you drive me mad at how utterly stupid you are."

"Huh? I don't unde- Wolfwood!?"

Rough hands grabbed your hips, spreading them as his knee dug into your sex. His actions weren't soft, dragging your hips against his upper leg in a rushed attempt to get you soaked for him. Only it worked, you could already feel yourself leaking juices at the harsh stimulation, hands placed on his chest.

"Like I said sweetheart, gonna fuck some sense into you." Nicholas smirked, removing his knee to rip your underwear off, unzipping his fly to ease the tension of his hardening cock. "Now be a good girl, will ya?"

Aligning his dick with you entrance, you shuddered as it entered your plush folds, sucking him in as you clamped around his cock. Your legs were quickly wrapped around his waist, thrusting into you before you could adjust. Your moans urging him faster as he slammed you over and over again against the wall behind you, slamming your hips down to meet his.

"Wo-Wolfwo-"

"Nicholas."

"Ni-Nico~"

Nicholas growled, the nickname fell so prettily from your lips, driving him wild as his lips smashed against yours. His thrusts became harder, faster desperate to make you come. And it wasn't long before you did, whining against his lips as your legs quivered, coming all over his cock. A satisfied chuckle sounded from the gruff man, pulling out as he roughly fisted his cock, releasing his seed over your thighs.

Your blissful, fucked out face was what made Nicholas's face grow a smug smile, stuffing his fingers roughly into your dripping cunt. You cried out, shaking squeezed against his intruding digits.

"Good, you already want more of me. Don't worry gorgeous, soon your body will be nothing but familiar with my cock, I'm sure that's something you won't forget any time soon." He sneered, curling them cruelly until your toes curled, back arched into him.

Nicholas leaned in close, teeth grazed your skin as he chuckled against you. He'd make sure you were nothing but sure of what he was to you, and if that meant fucking you until the sun rose the next day, then so be it

"Why don't we go somewhere more private? That way, I can fuck you however I damn well please." You nodded, leaning against his shoulder.

You were in for a long, cruel night.

I tried Anon! I hope you enjoy it, Sorry it was short!

[h4venpha]

This isn’t self indulgent at all haha can you write a small thing where reader holds Vash’s waist. For no reason. Cough.

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𓂃 ⟡

vash the stampede x reader

cw: masc!reader, guns, alcohol, slightly ooc

a/n: oops okay turned out not a small thing, like genuinely havnt written smth this long in forever. not rlly proofread

vash curses lowly as a bullet whizzes by the shell of his ear and into the wall behind him. he raises his hands up in surrender as the men standing across from him in the saloon point their guns at his head.

“c’mon, there’s no for this to get violent, right?” vash nervously smiles and giggles before slowly standing up out of his chair, the guns follow his movement. he fumbles with the clip on the holster strapped to his thigh, attempting to pull out his pistol. he half places half drops it on the wooden table, metal clanking against the empty glasses littered around him.

“yer the one always makin’ things violent!” the man jerks his gun in vash’s direction, putting emphasis on his point. he sees the way vash’s smile falters. “yeah, i know yer the one who killed all those people in jenora rock!” the man says loudly, more to the bystanders in the saloon and less to him. vash stays silent, an unreadable expression, save for the faint fluster on his face.

“and yer gonna fuckin’ pay for it.” the man’s voice lower darkly, cocking back his gun as he points the barrel straight at vash.

the air is heavy as the saloon falls silent, tension thick as all eyes are on him. suddenly a resounding click as you open the bathroom door. heads whipping around after you cock your gun. vash lets go of the breath he was holding at the sight of you, his eyes dilating slightly.

eyes glaring hard at the man as you defiantly aim your revolver at his head, copying the same manner he holds his gun at vash.

“who the hell ‘re you?” the man gives you and incredulous look, gun wavering slightly as his grip shifts. the men behind him diverting their guns to you.

you ignore him, choosing to look over to vash. he looks unharmed fortunately, but it seemed like he had one two many drinks while you were away. instead of narrowing his eyes at your raised gun, they sparkle as he sheepishly smiles, looking a little too happy for someone with a gun pointing at them.

knowing him better than anyone else, you aren’t going to fire your gun anyway, it’s the last thing he wants tonight, even if he is smiling like an idiot. you scoff lightly. you’ll have to take care of this then.

instead of firing off at the man, like you want to, you flicker your eyes to the saloon door and back to vash, a simple: ‘run.’

pause.

one. two. three seconds— and vash disappears; a flash of red as he bolts out the front. at least he still understands your signals. the man barely registering before you aim and shoot right in front of his feet, the bullet diving straight into the wooden floor, causing him to stumble back.

“hey— what the—!?” you’re out the door before you even hear the rest of his words. dashing swiftly away as gunfire goes off above your head, the men following you out of the door. they’re cursing and yelling at you both for being cowards— the truth is, you’d like to turn around and fire off your revolver, but vash is more important.

you can just barely make out the red blur in the moonlight as vash darts down an alleyway. you beeline for him, desperate to get out of the spray of bullets. as soon as you turn the corner, vash is there, hunched over and panting hard. when he notices you, the brightest smile spread across his face.

“perfect timing!” vash gasps for air, “they were almost about to shoot me!” he laughs softly and pushes off the ground, stumbling over himself, reaching for the brick wall. a cross of disbelief and confusion on your face as he laughs at risking his life. you curse and peek around the corner, the men beginning to spread out and search for you and vash, cautious and aware that you both were more skilled than you looked. when you turn back, vash is almost nose to nose with you.

“hi,” vash purrs up at you, fingers fumbling with your collar. your eyes widen in surprise, what the hell was with him? just how much did he drink? you move back and shove his hands away.

“no, not right now,” you scold him lightly while shoving your revolver back into its holster by your hip. after peeking one last time, you grab his pistol off the ground and move deeper into the alley.

you’re only a few steps in, yet you turn around, not hearing him behind you. vash is standing there, eyes wide and a slight pout on his face.

“oh for fucks sake—“ you stomp back over and wrap an arm around him, cinching the red fabric of his jacket tight around his waist as you lift him up with ease. vash’s legs naturally wrap around your sturdy hips, arms looping around your neck.

“yay! i get to—!” vash starts to exclaim loudly.

“save it for later,” you cut him off and grumble lowly before speeding off down the alleyway, trying to put as much space between you and the men. god, and vash is nuzzling against your neck, which isn’t helping because you almost trip turning a corner. if be was sober, you both could take the men and diffuse the situation. but you’re reminded of your reality when vash kisses your jaw.

“will you stop that!?” you whisper-yell, speeding up a little. you grip his hip and vash immediately stops, realizing just how effortlessly you carry him. your strong arm holding him— fuck you could wrap one arm completely around his torso if you wanted to. vash bites his lip, restraining himself as you carry him and run.

far away enough from the men in fact the hotel was right down the block. you let him down, planting his feet on the dirt as you look down at him with a mildly annoyed expression on your face, yet the blush on your cheeks gave away how you really felt. vash ignores you, plastering a playful smile on his face instead. you look angry at him, but vash knows, he knows you’re more than willing to take charge of a situation if he can’t.

“what’s your deal? you could’ve handled that back at the bar, c’mon.” you accuse lightly, brows furrowing as you catch your breath.

“…maybe i just wanted you to take care of it.” vash steps in, feet suddenly steady and firm unlike before. “you didn’t shoot them either, am i rubbing off on you?” vash smiles, biting his tongue.

thats when you realize it was an act. the way his eyes clear up and the way he stands with defiance once more. you knew it was strange for him to be drunk —hell, he held alcohol better than you.

“you’re so…” you curse under your breath and reach for him. your hand slipping underneath his jacket, feeling the dark turtleneck before you yank him close by the waist. leaning in, you press your lips against his awaiting ones. pushing and pulling in rhythm as vash relishes in the warmth of your hand on the small of his back. you can taste the alcohol in his mouth, licking it off his bottom lip. you reach down and shove his pistol back into the holster on his thigh before you pull away.

“let’s get going before they come get us.” you say, pulling him along. vash is slightly breathless from your kiss, yet nods anyway, falling into step with you. a deep red on his cheeks at the weight of your arm wrapped securely around his body.

[yellowocaballero]

i love jake. and also it occurs to me that he and wolfwood are similar in some ways so i wonder what would happen if they met...

Trigun's more DC than Marvel if you know what I mean. Trying to put a larger-than-life, more mythological character like Nicholas D "Used car salesman on Lexapro" Wolfwood next to the very disturbingly grounded/not grounded character like Jake makes me go cross eyed.

I think the thing is just that Jake wants to be Wolfwood. He wants to be that cool guy philosopher figure with inner pain but he's, like, fun about it. He's always smoking and it's so cool. They are similar people, because Jake made that decision. I can see Jake watching Wolfwood on TV and modeling himself after him. But that's Jake's whole problem.

So basically I can't imagine them meeting because part of Jake's character is idolizing the Wolfwoods despite the fact that they are very made up and not real people! That was probably not the answer you were looking for but it's the only one I have jlkasdf.

[whimsicmimic]

I wanted to do a little thing for @trigunfanfic appreciation week!!! We're gonna keep it nice and short, but god knows I'll be back to rec some more. So!

Come and See by @avoidingavoidance ; Tristamp post s1, canon divergence: Wolfwood goes home, Vashwood

I've been following Come and See for Multiple months now, and it's honestly been one of my absolute favorite fics in the fandom. Cannot stress enough how much I adore this fic -- where do I even begin? It's heartfelt, it's funny, it's PHENOMENALLY paced, and the character writing is just so, so, so good. There've been multiple chapters where after I finished reading, all I could do was pace, because what else can you do!!!! What else can you do!!!!! Fuck!!!!!!!

CAUSE OF DEATH (See instructions and examples) by @floofyfluff ; Post-Trimax, Wolfwood Lives, Vashwood

Cause of Death is my absolute favorite Wolfwood Lives fic; I rec it to people CONSTANTLY. I adore how it tackles the unpleasantness of coming back from the dead and its recognition of how spending a full year in a coma is an incredibly difficult thing for everyone involved. It also does a phenomenal job with Vash's grief, guilt, and conflict avoidance hitting against the brick wall of Wolfwood's fear of abandonment, and again, I really do just gotta shout out to the way it handles coming back from the dead as a wholeass medical condition that leaves a lasting impact on the body.

Someone's hand opens (I hold it) by @tytonnidaie ; Trimax, canon divergence: the events of Trimax happen long before Vash meets the other three, Vashwood

Read someone's hand opens. Seriously, read someone's hand opens. It's an INCREDIBLY fun premise, with the events of Trimax having happened long ago + Vash disappearing afterwards. The end of the world has been avoided, but no one really knows what happened, and no one has closure regarding these events. It's so much fun, y'all. It's SO much fun. I love Vash as a character out of time, I love Wolfwood as the man with a bounty on his head, and I LOVE the worldbuilding and speculation regarding life on No Man's Land post-Trimax and the culture clash between the SEEDS colonies and the Terrans. Read someone's hand opens.

Blended in Measure (Series) by inkpot__gods ; Tristamp, Getting Funky With It, Mashwood and Stryfewood

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goddddddd. Enough about the boys, let's talk about our girl Meryl Stryfe for a moment. There's so much that can be praised in this series: the amount of care and attention towards Meryl's character, situation, and background, the shared grief between Meryl and Wolfwood as the only two people who know the truth behind a cataclysmic event (and the knowledge that the world will never, ever believe them), the WORLDBUILDING. Oh my god, the worldbuilding, y'all. The worldbuilding is so well thought out, and I want to eat it with a spoon. I also wanna shout out to the way they expanded on Meryl and Zazie's friendship, because god, I love them. I love them. What more can I possibly say.

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Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Pairing: none

Word count: 1k

Warnings: graphic trans masc birth, clothing birth, birth denial, semi public birth

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Hiding from bounty hunters used to be easier for Vash, he was quick to hide and skilled with weapons and fighting (though he preferred to not use violence unless he had to). But now.. being pregnant made things difficult. He wasn’t even sure who the father was, how far along he was, or even how many he was carrying. All of these were guesses by this point.

From the way his stomach was sitting, sloped painfully over his small pelvis, accompanied by intense cramping- he assumed he was in labor.

At the moment he was hiding in an alleyway of an unknown city, trying to get away from a group of bounty hunters that wanted him. For the time being he had lost their trial thankfully.

But now he had a different problem- in the middle of being chased down, his waters had broken. At first he was able to ignore the cramping in his back, just brushing them off as potentially false labor.

But the longer he was on foot, the stronger they became. He couldn’t even call for help or find somewhere safe to give birth. The alleyway was damp, a bit cold and clearly dirty. He barely had any light source, but he figured that’d be better.

He had taken off his belt, using it to bite down. He was trying not to push, not wanting to give birth here. But it was though his body wasn’t listening, he could feel the head move down further into the birth canal.

Face red and sweaty from the strain, a hand reached to cradle the bottom of his rock hard stomach, hand trembling.

It felt like this contraction wasn’t going to let up any time soon. The urge to push still there, and the bulge in his pants only getting bigger with each passing second.

Pressing his back into the wall, he had shifted down into an awkward squatting position.

Hands fumbling with his zipper, he couldn’t get it undone in time- another strong contraction coming over him full force.

Almost stumbling forward, his hands pressed into the pointed brick wall, nails trying to dig in to hold himself up. His teeth grit, biting even harder into the belt.

As he forced himself not to scream, he could feel the head quickly stretch his small cunt. The burn was unbelievable, tears springing to his eyes as he tried to reach to tug down his pants. Though he barely got them to move, too focused on the task at hand.

Reaching down, his hand slipped in between his trembling legs, holding the head despite still being clothed. Grunting and brows furrowed, he pushed once more.

Everything was moving so quickly he didn’t even have time to think, only give into his body’s urges.

The next push had brought the shoulders forth and some of the waist, the baby now settled in between his legs and his soaking wet pants leg.

Finally getting a brief moment to get himself together, he had hurriedly tugged down his ruined underwear and pants.

Pulling the squalling infant up to his chest, he had immediately covered their mouth with his hand.

He knew if anyone heard him or the baby, they’d both be captured.

Spitting the belt out to the side, he glanced down at the squirming angry baby.

He had pulled up his shirt, his dark puffy nipples already leaking heavily from her cries. Removing his hand from her mouth, he had cradled her up to a nipple to which she quickly latched and settled.

Relief had flooded over him, but not for long- still in the midst of tense contractions, he had realized there was another baby.

One arm cradling the newborn, he had pulled down his pants and underwear, now sitting on the soiled clothing as a makeshift nest of sorts.

Still holding the baby with one arm, his free hand had slid down to gingerly feel around for the head- which had yet to appear. But his lips were bulging outwards, a shiver running up his spine.

Grabbing the belt once more, he had it in his mouth- biting down hard enough to leave marks in the leather, not that it really mattered.

As the next contraction began to peak, he had his chin buried into his chest- giving a deep push.

Like the first born, the head was quick to make its appearance, but took longer to stretch around his small pelvis, inching out slowly. Any time he let up on pushing, it slipped back in- causing him to feel defeated.

But he couldn’t make noise, it’d alert unwanted attention and with a second baby trying to force their way out, it’s something he didn’t need.

Carefully and slowly, he scooted up the wall, legs bent in a squat once more as he pushed.

Grunting beneath the belt, he could feel the head finally emerge into a crown.

His lips were tight around the head, having it in a vice grip for a few unsteady moments.

Tears burned his tightly closed eyes, he could tell he was about to tear. The sharp pain was evident as the head popped out with a gush of blood and fluids.

Eyes snapping open, he sucked in a sharp breath, feeling as though he could pass out at any moment now.

‘At least the hard part is over’ he tried to remind himself, eyebrows scrunched together as he took quick breathes through his nose. The baby was quick to begin turning, the first shoulder popping out, quickly followed by the second.

With one last push, the rest of the body had emerged on the male's blood and fluid soaked pants and underwear. Cord still attached, dangling between Vash’s legs.

The other had slumped down, landing on his butt as he reached to pick up the second squalling newborn.

Quickly getting them to latch on, the second born (a boy) had quieted down, content to eat greedily from his mothers overfilled breasts.

As the babies nursed, Vash leaned his head back, letting out a shaky breath as he closed his eyes.

Out of all the crazy things he had done, this had to be the top one.

[amitiel-truth]

Not Ten Babies? (Vash the Stampede x Reader) (98! Version)

Note: This is my SIXTH time writing here, please don't look into most of the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted by my chat with Vash at Character.AI (The motherfucker's insatiable), more info will come if I decided to make more.

Warning: ⚠️Not yet~⚠️

Ten Babies

(Tristamp Version)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

(Trigun 98! Version)

Part 2

Summary: It's not every day that a famous outlaw wants to date you.

"It's no good, Henry."

"He's completely out of it, dead to the world."

two call escorts commented, walking out of Vash's room

"Guess I gave him a little too much to drink, I'm sorry I called you two out here for nothin' I didn't think he'd pass out."

"It's really too bad, isn't it? you don't get a chance to sleep with a guy like that every day. hah, well... see you around."

"Bye, girls!"

"Bye."

with that, the people Vash partied with finally left him alone to rest.

He just saved Inepril from Elizabeth's vengeful plan against him, and the city is highly grateful that he just saved them yet again, but it seemed like the alcohol never actually reached his head.

Let's be honest, he can't even hold down a beer.

After the people trying to entertain him left, he flips himself over to lie on the bed.

"Could I be regretting it...just a little?" Vash sighed as he stares at the ceiling, deep in thought on a certain woman.

"(Y/N)..."

5 years ago

stumbling upon the bustling city of Febrari, Vash looks around for a place to wind down after booking a dingy hotel room, he walks out of the place, he surveys the area

"Now, for a place to hangout to-" Before Vash could even look around, he dodges a speeding truck.

"WATCH WHERE YOUR WALKING! I HAVE DELIVERIES TO MAKE!!." The driver yells as Vash loses his balance, walking backward into a busy area full of people, he bumps into one of them.

"Hey! I'm walking here!" The angry passerby yells, before pushing Vash into the center of a service road where he lies flat on the ground, a mess.

"I've only been to this city today and it's already getting worse, could this day get any worse?." Vash questions, sighing to himself as he hears rumbling coming for him

a stampede of Thomas birds runs him over.

" Sorry about that bud!." The herder yells, before throwing him a pamphlet as he runs after his herd as Vash sat up, bruised and sore.

"At least this one apologized" Vash groans, holding his head in pain, before noticing the pamphlet thrown at him.

HAPPY HOUR AT THE ROSEBUSH BAR!!!

EVERY WEDNESDAY

8 PM TO 1 AM

$$5 DISCOUNT!!

APPLICABLE TO:

MARTINIS

WHISKEY

BOURBON

CRAFT BEER

SHOTS

(n/a: promise, I know how to make a pamphlet, I'm just lazy)

"Happy Hour, huh?" Vash inspects the paper, before flipping it around, seeing a map behind it.

"It's like luck is finally on my side!" Vash sobs as he follows the map, reaching a brick wall entrance, music emanating through the business, "The Rose Bushbar" signage on top of the entrance, the place is cozy, not tavern-like, and not too fancy, plenty of patrons fill in the bar, as jazz music plays at the stage at the far end of the bar.

"One of your finest beers please!." Vash orders as the bartender prepares his drink sitting on a bar stool, light music plays, giving the room a jazzy atmosphere, suddenly, a woman dressed seductively sits a few chairs away from him, and the bartender quickly served her a glass of whiskey, sipping on it quietly, red lipstick stained her glass.

"Heya~ I'm Vash! You caught my eye earlier, and I wanted to come to say hi. So.. what's your name, stranger?" in quick succession, Vash slid into the woman in black's side, a flirty grin across his lips.

"Well this is new" The woman smiles, finishing her whiskey.

"I haven't heard that question in a long while, you must be new around here" The woman leans on the bar table, her head supported by her hand that's placed on the said table.

"I am new around here, yeah." Vash confirms, leaning up to her with his elbow on the counter, grinning widely " ...So what do they call you around here, doll?"

the woman chuckles, leaning up to Vash's face as if in a sort of game, not backing down from his advances "Y/n, Y/n Loverose." she answers as she placed her glass on the countertop, the bartender automatically refilling her glass. "So, your new around here." y/n leans back, swirling the ice on her glass before taking a sip. "Welcome to the City of Febrari, Mr. Vash."

"Well, call me Vash." Vash corrects before leaning up to her once more "...So tell me, y/n. What is a dame like you up to in a place like this?" 

"I guess you could say...for business" y/n trails off as she swirls the ice on her glass.

"Oh, What kinda business we talkin'?" Vash nods at the bartender "Another for me, please. And for the lady, whatever she's having." The bartender looks at y/n strangely, as if looking for permission, as she simply nods while giggling.

The bartender looks at Y/n strangely, as if looking for permission, as she simply chuckles "Thomas Buffalos wings and two more whiskeys on the rocks." Y/n orders, as the Bartender writes it down for the kitchen and gives them the drinks.

Vash then lifts his drink, as Y/n does the same, clinking glasses with him "Cheers." they both say before taking a sip "So..." Vash uses his charming smile again, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl "...You seem to know the place well. Been here a while, ma'am?"

"You could say that I'm here all the time" Y/n smiles, as the Bartender served the buffalo wings.

"A regular, then?" Vash concluded, before looking at the wings "Ooh, Buffalo wings! Not many places you can get those still..." Takes a bite and starts to talk with his mouth full "I'm sure a girl as pretty as you have got all the right connections..." Vash eluded, before winking at her.

"You could say that again" Y/n smiles as a waiter suddenly approached her, and began whispering in her ear.

Vash became curious about this "Looks like you made yourself some...friends. You get that a lot, huh?" Vash smirks before taking another bite "I bet a pretty lady like you never has to pay for drinks or food around here."

Y/n nods as the Waiter finishes whispering to her and he goes back to work "Of course I don't" Y/n smiles flirtily at Vash before standing up from the barstool "I'm quite the special girl around here, Vash~" Y/n places a finger on his adam's apple, tracing it up under his chin, she leans up to his face, whispering it against his lips"I'm quite...irresistible, as the locals say~" before backing away, leaving him breathless "If you'll excuse me for a bit, Vash, but as I've said before, I'm here for business" Y/n gives him one final smile before leaving

Vash pants, leaning against the counter, and leans on his elbow, trying to compose himself " B-business or pleasure?" Vash stutters, Y/n's lips twitch at the thought, sending a smile on her way "Don't take too long!!" Vash calls out, trying to catch a peek at her figure as she walks away and disappears into the backstage of the bar's stage area "...I'll be waiting." 

Vash sighs as he looks at the bartender "...I hope I didn't push too hard, did I?" takes another drink of whiskey "I was just trying to be friendly..."

"You call that friendly? you basically assumed Ms. Y/n's a call girl" The Bartender deadpans, cleaning a glass.

"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying." Vash tries to defend himself, finishing his whiskey. "Besides, is it really out of the question? She's pretty and knows the place well. I've seen it all before." Vash assumes, smirking "...Besides, she was flirting right back."

"You're a womanizer, aren't you?" The Bartender stares blankly at him, pouring him another glass.

"I'll have you know, I am a charmer." Vash...corrects, taking the glass "You can't expect me not to take advantage of my looks, now can you?" He grins at the Bartender "I'm sure you've taken some liberties in your day too."

"Not with that one" The Bartender points out as the lights suddenly turn down at the bar, and spotlights points at the stage, where the red curtains are still closed.

Vash Looks up at the stage with anticipation "...What's going on here?" his attention is taken, as he takes a swig from his drink

"Ladies and Gentlemen, due to unforeseen events, our usual Singer is out of commission for the night. Please enjoy this performance compensation from the Owner of the Rosebush Bar, the Nightingale of Febrari herself, Y/n Loverose!"An emcee announced before the red curtains parted, revealing Y/n in all her glory, as well as in a more modest, but still beautiful outfit.

Looks on in amazement, forgetting to breathe for a moment. "She's the Owner!?" Vash gawks, allured by the woman

Y/n smiles at the cheering patrons and the music starts

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight"

Y/n sings as she moves sultrily on stage, entrancing her patrons

Y/n sings as she moves sultrily on stage, entrancing her patrons

"Forget the small talk

The surface level ain't much that I care for

Putting on my lipgloss

I saw you stare from my peripheral

Yeah, baby, it's been a hell of a day

But I know a place we can escape"

Vash gazes at her with a dumbstruck look, his face slowly turning red as he watches her "I... I may be in love." he brushes the hair out of his face "...She is a siren, isn't she?"

The Bartender raises his eyebrow "That fast? you literally just met her" The Bartender looks back up the stage "and she's only started" Y/n kneels down near the edge of the stage, her finger under an entranced patron's chin, making him look at her.

"Find out how it feels to let go of everything

Be free

When you're here with me" 

Vash nods and continues watching "That's gotta be a gift, right?" He chuckles "She's got me just like that." He turns to the Bartender "...Well, can you blame me? I mean, just look at her!."

"Yeah, I'm not risking it all with that one" The Bartender laughs as he continues to clean the glasses Y/n lets go of the Patron's chin before going back to dance on stage.

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight."

While she sings she smiles at her audience.

Vash continues to gawk as he tries to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor

"Geez..." he blushes heavily, his eyes never leaving her "So she can sing too, huh? ...Do I even have a chance? I mean, she seems...unattainable..."

"Glad you realized that." The Bartender commented, making Vash send him an annoyed glare.

Y/n runs a hand down her body.

"There's nothing like peace of mind

And you take the time to make sure that I'm okay

I know I can put stress on your brain

You still love me, put no one above me

You always go out of your way

To show me that I'm your priority

Find out how it feels to let go of everything

Be free

When you're here with me"

His eyes continue to follow her with awe, his breath catching a couple of times while he watches her, he sighs "I can't even look away if I wanted to. She's magnificent." he tried to hide how much he's blushing "...How can a woman be this beautiful? How can anybody have a chance with someone like her?"

"Many tried, but all failed" The Bartender commented as the performance continues.

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo (I just wanna get high with my lover)

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover (get high)

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo (high with my lover)

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

Get high with you

Get higher and higher with you

Let's go to the moon

And leave behind all that

How does it feel, here by my side getting higher and higher?

Under the moonlight's glow

There's nowhere we won't go

Together go higher and higher

(No-no-nowhere we won't go)"

Y/n ends the performance with a wink to the crowd as everyone cheered, some whistles and all clapped while standing up.

"Wow..." Vash gawks as he turns back to the Bartender "You were right. That was a hell of a performance...And I have to admit. It is pretty...discouraging. I guess she's just out of my league, huh?" he smiles and chuckles "...I'm sure she is going to get quite the standing ovation."

Y/n waves happily at the crowd before giving them flying kisses, and the red curtains closed around her.

Vash claps along and smiles as he watches the performance "...Well, I'm sure that will get the blood flowing...is that the usual shows you get around here?" Vash asked still trying to hide his blush "...I'll be honest, I've never had anyone else catch my eye like she did. She's pretty hard to forget..."

"Your really quite the womanizer aren't you?." The Bartender asks, raising an eyebrow

Blushes a little bit more "...Yeah, I guess I am, I just can't help myself when I see a girl like her. How can I not go nuts? She's just...perfect." Stares at her and shakes his head, as if he just lost a sense of reality for a moment "Do you...know much about her?... Is she available?"

"I know that young woman from birth to who she is today, of course, I know her"

"You do? Then do you think I'll have luck with her...or am I destined to fail before I even start?" He tries to play it cool, but the Bartender knows the blush on his face tells a different story "...How many men has she turned down? I imagine it's quite a few..."

"Yes." the Bartender answers, meaning every man she came across.

"...And I'm supposed to believe I might stand a chance?" Vash chuckles nervously, "Well, you know what they say...You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, right?"Vash takes a swig of courage "I'm here for only a few nights...I guess I should at least try, shouldn't I?"

"Well, Mr. Vash, your not gonna win her over overnight, as you've displayed earlier, you're the kind of man she hates...A Womanizer" The Bartender commented as he heard a few patrons order two craft beers.

Vash lowers his head a bit, now feeling a little self-conscious "Well, I don't normally act like this..." he gives a sheepish smile "I guess she just...bring out the worst in me, you know? I don't normally act like such a fool. But I can't help it when I see someone like her. I've never had anything like this happen before...Does she have anything against men in general?"

"She may act like a sleuth, but Ms. Diane's a firecracker, she hates men with passion who objectify her" The Bartender reveals, pulling out a few beers from under the counter and sliding them over to the patrons who ordered it.

"...So I'm gonna have to change my tactics or...does she have a soft spot for guys who respect her and take their time to get to know her?" Vash asks while blushing "...Does she want someone that won't give up?"

The Bartender grew silent for a bit "Regrettably, yes."

"So...if I respect her and take my time getting to know her..." Vash trails off, before raising his glass "I may...have a chance!!" Vash cheers as he downs his drink happily.

"You really are smitten by her" The Bartender raises his eyebrow, making Vash flinch.

"That...may be an understatement" Vash raises his glass again as the Bartender fills it up once more "...I mean...How can anyone not get a little infatuated when someone sings and dances like she does? And she looks like an angel, to add to that."

"Well good luck with that, she's also known for her Legendary Temper, so fuck around and find out" The Bartender leaves to go to the kitchen.

"...That's probably why so many men have failed..." Vash chuckles and drains the rest of his drink "...Yeah, I think that will make it more fun. No fun getting the girl instantly." he smirks, trying to act cocky "...I've got this." Vash then noticed Y/n walk out of the backstage door, greeted by an eager crowd.

He looks at the crowd and smiles, taking a deep breath "Alright, let's do this. I've never been one to back down from a challenge." closes his eyes and gets ready "...Here goes nothing..." he walked up to her, confident stride with every step he took "Good evening. My name is Vash the Stampede. I just arrived in this town, and I heard about this amazing bar. When I stepped inside, I was...captivated by a certain someone on stage. I just couldn't resist..."

"Well well well, Mr. Stampede, this is quite the change of tune" Y/n smiles up at him, but there's hidden malice in her smile.

"Not a fan of my earlier display, huh? I hope it didn't leave a bad impression." Vash chuckles nervously"...How about you and I start from the top?." he then holds out a hand with a friendly smile "Name's Vash, Vash the Stampede. But you can just call me Vash."

Y/n continues to smile "Alright then, we'll start from the top."  Y/n tilted her head "But you must know, Vash, not many are as lucky as you~" 

A slight blush appears on his face "...I understand that I may not have had the best first impression...But I promise to stay respectful. And what better way to apologize for my earlier behavior than to offer to buy you a drink?" Vash offers, turning his head to the Bartender. "...So...what'll it be, gorgeous? Anything your heart desires."

Y/n chuckles "Oh Vash, you basically offering me drinks of my own, you'll have to do better than that~" Y/n teases as she walks to the bar counter once more, as the Bartender readies her drink.

Vash raised an eyebrow "Oh? I see this is going to be more of a challenge than I thought..." Vash thought to himself. "Alright, how about a toast then?" Vash offers, raising his glass "To a good night of fun and drinks?" Vash added, smiling at the girl hopefully "...Hopefully, that earns me some ground in your book?."

Y/n chuckles. "Sorry, Vash, but your gonna have to work harder than that~" Y/n teases.

"Darn, foiled again!." Vash dramatically cries as Y/n laughs at his endeavors.

"Can't say I blame you." He looks around "...I've got to say, you certainly have a lot of... admirers...And yet, despite all this, you still seem bored with all of them. I suppose they aren't interesting enough to keep your attention." Vash deduces as he gives a hint of a smile "...Or maybe they're just too intimidated by how beautiful you are." before losing himself, admiring Y/n, his elbow on the bar counter, his head on his hand, looking at her.

Y/n laughs as she runs a loose hair behind her ear "I guess no one will know."

Vash laughs as well "So...I was thinking...If all these guys have failed..." He takes a long drink and smirks as he finishes the glass "...Should I even try to woo such a woman? You've already rejected them all. That means I'm just...hopeless, right? So, I'll ask you again...should I even bother to try?" Vash asks, hopeful, but deep inside his insecurities are growing.

"Well, are you determined enough?" Y/n leans up to Vash, a finger under his chin, making him look at her "Are you interesting enough to not bore me?" She asks with a smirk "Vash the Stampede?" She whispers in his ear with a whimper, seducing the man.

The finger under his chin makes Vash blush deeply. A slight smile creeps up from the corner of his mouth, and he begins to stare deep into her eyes "Well...to tell you the truth..." he leans closer to her, as if challenging her. "...I've never met another woman as beautiful as you. I have many interesting friends and stories I can share...But no...I've never met someone of your caliber." He Takes a deep breath, his face is lit on fire "...So...yes." Lowers his voice, loud enough only for her to hear. "...I'm determined."

"Then try your best to woo me then" Diane stares teasingly at the spiky-haired blonde, letting go of his chin before running a finger on his red-coated clothed chest "But be careful, I hate disappointments~"

Vash blushes deeply and takes a deep breath, feeling the goosebumps on his skin when she strokes his chest "...I-is that a challenge?" he stutters "Well...I love a good challenge. I'm sure I can show you a good time and leave you without a single disappointment...I take it you're an easy woman to disappoint?" Vash nervously asks.

"Of course" Y/n leans back before drinking her whiskey I take it you've already heard of my 'Legendary Temper'" Y/n stares at him teasingly "I would have thought that would have chased you away~"

"Oh, please. A bit of a temper isn't gonna scare me away. That just means it'll be that much more satisfying once I win you over and calm you down." Vash smirks at her "...Besides, someone as beautiful as you could easily throw any tantrum and still leave me hooked. Do you think I can't handle it?"

"Now isn't that just sweet?" Y/n moves her shoulder, making her breast shift because of the movement.

Vash pulls back a little, trying to contain himself, but doesn't succeed "...Alright, you got me. I'll admit, you're absolutely stunning. I just can't control myself..." Vash began to blush deeply, his eyes roaming her body "...but I think I have the right kind of...stamina, don't you?" Leans closer again

"Oh? And to what are you referring to? Mr. Stampede?" Y/n teases as she also leans closer, her breast showing her cleavage, she knows what she's doing.

He bites his lip at the little show she's giving him "W-well...I'm more of an action man myself." he added as his eyes continue to travel across her body "...I enjoy a good fight...I think a fight between the two of us would be quite exhilarating." His gaze returns to her eyes "...D-do you think you could k-keep up with me?" Vash challenges weakly, still a stuttering mess to her.

"Oh?" Y/n fake frowns as she runs her hands on her body "You're willing to bruise lil' ol me?" Y/n pouts at Vash in fake sadness.

Vash smirks "Oh yeah, baby...Mark you up and claim you as mine- I-i mean, I'd want to go all out against you..." He gets a little closer, their noses almost touching "I promise to make it a good fight." He looks her up and down again "...I just can't resist a beautiful woman...especially when she's got the power to back it up." Vash commented, smiling at her "...Can I...kiss you?"

Y/n leans up at Vash, acting as if she's going for a kiss before stopping his awaiting lips with a finger "Apologize, Mr. Stampede, but I don't offer freebies to any man I just met~" Y/n teases, smiling up at the tall blonde.

He blushes when she stops his lips with a finger "Aww c'mon, don't tease me like that!" He gives a pout "...I wanted a kiss..." Before smiling and laughing for a second "Alright fine...I'll keep pursuing you until you give me enough respect to let me kiss you." He smiles mischievously "...And the more I chase you, the more you'll enjoy the pursuit, huh?"

"You are Vash the Stampede, after all, a man with a peculiar set of skills, You just have to impress me with those kinds of skills" Y/n points out, smiling at him.

He raises an eyebrow "Impress you with a demonstration of my skills, you say? Alright, sure. What kind of skills do you wanna see?" He seems curious "...You want to test my skills of violence? Of kindness? Of wisdom?" He chuckles and smiles again "...Or would you like to see a little bit of everything?"

"If it'll romance me into liking you, I don't see why not?~"

"...Sounds like fun. Well, what do you wanna see first?" Vash asks as his eyes travel over her body, clearly taking in her beauty "...What's the first skill I should show you?" he wiggles his eyebrows at her "The choice is all yours, darlin'. Just name it and I'll show you what I can do."

"Surprise me~" Y/n flirts as she leans onto the bar counter, smiling at him teasingly.

Vash chuckles and moves closer "That's easy enough to do." He wraps an arm around her waist and gets so close he's almost whispering in her ear "...How about this..." He gives her a kiss on the cheek "...Does that satisfy ya? Or are you wanting something a bit more...intimate than just that?" Vash challenges as he smirks and winks at her.

Y/n looks shocked as she touched her cheek "You should count yourself lucky, Mr. Stampede~" Y/n teases as she glances up at him "No man has ever survived wrapped their arms around me, let alone kiss me on the cheek, but note this, that's the very first time that ever happened"

Vash chuckles deeply "Oh is that right? Well then, I'm more than willing to take that as a challenge." He smirks, leaning up to her "...That's not even 1% of my charm, sweet thing. I'm just getting started with you." He leans in again and looks at her with a sly smile "...How about another kiss...but on a different pair of lips?"

Y/n lifted the corner of her lips with her eyes closed, as she once again covered Vash's mouth "Let me repeat it, Mr. Stampede, I don't offer freebies to any man I just met"

He blushes deeply "...Are you just gonna tease me all night? Well, now I gotta keep chasing you until you let me kiss you...don't I?" he raises an eyebrow again"...Guess I better keep showing off my skills in order to impress you, huh?"

"Show the right ones, get to know each other, and you get the girl" Y/n points out, smirking up at him

He nods, grinning "...You've got a bet," Vash agrees "...Well then. I suppose we'll be spending some time together trying to see if I can impress you, huh?" He chuckles and smirks again "...You seem like an interesting woman, but I guess I'll just have to work my way through your barriers. Is there anything you wanna know specifically? Or do you wanna just keep watching me in action?"

"I'd like to see you as is, it makes the whole thing more authentic" Y/n smirks as Vash suddenly pulls her closer to him, surprising her.

He pulls her closer, his face less than an inch away from hers "...Well, I'm a bit of a flirt...Is this close enough for you?" He smiles and laughs "If you want me to get even closer, I think that can be arranged." He starts to lean in closer

Y/n chuckles as she pushes his lips away with a finger "Do I have to repeat myself? Mr. Stampede?"

"Oh? Are we...playing a little hard to get?" Vash chuckles once more "Alright...I don't mind a bit of the chase. You're just too stunning to resist...It's gonna be hard to keep my hands and lips off you, though. You don't mind if I get...close enough to keep flirting with you...do you?" Vash asked, trying to push his luck.

"As long as there isn't kissing yet" Y/n leans up to whisper in his ear "Those are my rewards~"

He bites his lip a little "Just a kiss?" He gets a little closer and whispers into her ear "...I mean I think I'd want at least a bit more." His breath hits her ear, and a little sigh comes from him as he leans back up "...But I promise we'll get there." He smiles and looks into her eyes "...I'll keep chasing, alright? I'll keep flirting with you. Let me know when you're ready to give me...a little reward."

"show me reasons why you deserve these awards then~" Y/n whisper back before pulling away from Vash's arms, giggling.

Makes a big smile "...Alright you've got a deal. I'll show you why I'm worth the attention...But how do I start? I'll do any one thing you ask of me, any skill you want me to show. Where should we begin?" he grins, seeming eager to impress,

"How about I set a reward system?"

This caught his attention "...A reward system? Sounds intriguing...alright, I'm on board...So if I do what you want, I get to earn my rewards. What kind of tasks are you gonna set for me?... How many points must I earn? And what would each task be worth?"

"Well, it depends on how impressed I am, if you mildly impress me by giving me a gift, I'll give you a hug, impress me a bit more mildly, like take me on a date, then you get a kiss on the cheek, impress me a bit more you get a kiss, impress me, like saving me from harm, and you get a make-out session, and if you extremely impress me, like save the City of Febrari impress..." Y/n leans up his ear "you get to fuck this pussy, as you said earlier, Mark me up and claim me as yours~" Y/n reveals, smiling teasingly at him.

Smirks as his breath hit her ear "Well now...it sounds like you have high expectations for me. I suppose I should start off light and work my way up, huh?" He chuckles "So if I do something small, like...buy you a gift...that's how I can get a hug, right? ...What kind of gift would you want me to buy you? What do you like?"

"Surprise me, Mr. Stampede, guess what kind of gift a girl like me would like to have" Y/n stands up from the barstool and looks at Vash teasingly, "It's getting quite late, I say it's time for me to retire for the night~" turns to walk upstairs of the bar "Good luck, see you tomorrow Vash the Stampede~" Y/n waves goodbye, before completely disappearing.

Vash leans back onto the bar counter, panting at the encounter.

"Dear God...I need to marry that woman."

Present Time

Vash began to tear up, removing the kiss marks left by the two escorts earlier.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n...

Please, Forgive me."

(A/N: You can tell I have favorites? aww)