#knives x y/n

[strawurberries]

Oh my god! Berry I had an idea and I had to come running to you with it cause I thought you'd enjoy it too (and cause your writings awesome) but,

A Soulmate AU where you can hear the other person's thoughts?

With Vash, Wolfwood and nai please! (Separate obviously cause I honestly think having all three as soulmates would just be too much xD)

Whether headcannons or a little scenario thingy I leave up to you 😁

Hope you have an awesome day! - 🍰anon

Soulmate Head cannons

Summary: Head cannons with little drabbles about Soulmates <3

Authors Note: I'm sorry this took so long! Finals are finally over so I can focus on writing :) I hope you all enjoy!! Also I wouldn't mind having all three as soul mates. . . but ya know 😂

Warnings: Self-hate, mild sexual themes, angst, cursing, mentions of religion and murder.

Vash didn’t know what an ocean looked like—deep, painfully blue, and so cooling yet full of dangers unimaginable—but he assumed it had to be something similar to the sight before him: sand dunes rose and fell like the chest of some great giant, tumbling across the horizon without thought or remorse. Compared to the vastness of sand before him, he was nothing but a speck of dust—smaller than the grains of sand that covered this desolate, prison-like planet. Part of him was comforted by that fact, knowing that in the grand scheme of things he would be nothing but a passing memory—no one out there to judge him, hurt him, or even see him. Yet he also hated the loneliness of it all. Looking out and seeing no life but himself, it only served to remind him what he was. 

Vash the Stampede:

“Shit!”

He paused, feet sinking into the dry sand below. A semi-cool wind hit the back of his neck. “Hello?” his voice echoed out into the world around—hello. . . hello. . . . . hello. Nothing responded and he adjusted the strap over his shoulder. He must really be losing it now. He had suffered from heat stroke before, had experienced delusions, and been near deaths’ door due to the pounding suns above, so, unfortunately, he knew what might be happening.

He stood still for a moment, longer. . . nothing. Okay, perhaps this was a one time delusion and he’ll be fine.

“How the hell am I going to get out of this alive?!”

He whirled around, looking for any sign of life—the person of whom the disembodied voice belonged to. After a moment he confirmed his suspicions. There was no one around. He groaned and covered his face, thinking to himself: “the heat must be getting to me. . .”

“What?”

He blinked, “What?”

“Who are you?”

“Who are you?” he yelled out into the vastness of the desert. No one responded. “What the hell?”

“Great! I’m getting shot at and I’m hallucinating!”

“What is happening right now?!”

“You tell me! You’re the voice in my head!”

“No, you’re the one in my head!”

The first time you two met—and by that, I mean: the first time you two heard each other—was a mess. You were busy running for your life, and he was wandering through the emptiness of a sandy sea. Both of you, due to different reasons, thought you were going insane. You thought the adrenaline of the situation finally made you snap, and that this run-in with danger took the last bit of your sanity. Vash, on the other hand, swore the heat was out to kill him again and he ignored you for the most part—no use in talking to a delusion. It was only after you both reached safety and had a night's rest, that you both came to realize this was something more than hallucinations.

“Uh. . . so. . . are you real?” Vash thought to himself as he washed his face in the sink, the morning sun starting to make the hotel room feel like an oven.

“Of course I am! . . . are you?”

From then on you two talked a lot, and bonded immensely considering the other’s deepest, darkest and most intimate parts are on display. 

Vash tried desperately to keep the fact that he’s a plant and an outlaw a secret, but simply thinking about how he wanted to not think about it, made him think about it. And, therefore, you heard it all within the first five minutes of knowing him.

“You’re Vash the Stampede! The humanoid typhoon?!”

“Uh. . . no?” He thought about how stupid of a lie that is.

“I can hear your thoughts, Vash! You can’t lie!”

“Aw man I forgot!”

Really, Vash was terrified at first. Having someone able to hear his thoughts? It meant his act, his silly persona, was useless. He was laid bare in front of a person he didn’t know, had never seen, and wasn’t even sure if they were 100% real. No matter what lie he constructed, the truth would be sitting somewhere in his thoughts; easy to access, and even easier to talk about considering there was no way to ignore each other.

“Vash?”

He didn’t want to talk today. A mother had been killed, he had been shot in the shoulder, and ran out of town faster than he had ever known was possible. Sitting by himself in a crude rock formation, miles from any town with the moons shining down on him with pity. He wanted to be alone—to wallow, and think, and cry, and grieve for what was lost and what could never be.

“Vash, I know you're throwing a pity party right now.”

He wiped some tears from his eyes, watching the stars. 

“Vash, Vash, Vash, Vash, Vash, Vash—come on! I know you're hurting, but it wasn’t your fault. Nothing is. The whole space ship thing? Not your fault. Your brother? He’s his own person, you can’t control his actions—his decisions aren’t on you. The deaths? Inevitable, Vash. Everyone dies someday.”

“But they died because I was there!” He hated showing this side—the pain, the anger, the grief. He didn’t deserve to feel this way. His life, the wandering and suffering, was his punishment for failing to save the people he loved. He didn’t deserve comfort.

“When I finally meet you, I’m going to slap you upside the head before giving you the biggest hug you’ve ever felt.”

He blinked. “Eh?”.

After the rocky start, the weird emotional trauma bonding, and the insecurities—Vash fell hard. Having someone who could peer into his very soul? It, despite feeling so terrifying at first, made him feel so understood and. . . safe. This person has seen the very worst of him, the bottom of the barrel, and yet they chose to keep on talking to him. And, of course, normally Vash would take those emotions to the grave. He doesn’t deserve love. Whoever loves him, whoever he loves, will end up dead. But those thoughts, quite literally, are destroyed the moment they are given tangible sound. 

“I love you too, so I need you to stop thinking that I shouldn’t. Even if you keep running away—” despite the fact that he so desperately wants to meet you he’s terrified you’ll get hurt, and runs away the moment you're in a hundred mile vicinity—“I’ll still love you. And one day I’ll find you Vash. I promise that.”

He sobbed for about an hour straight after that.

He really does want to meet you, it’s the truth, but he needs to confront his fears before he can enjoy your love without guilt. 

Wolfwood:

Wolfwood couldn’t fall asleep. The lull of the bus hadn’t hit him yet, the rocking and groaning metal not a lullaby but a shrieking reminder of how far away from civilization he is. Usually he’d be passed out by now, cigarette limply hanging between his lips, but he had opted to twiddle with it between his fingers. The smoke curled around his palm, lazily rising up into the musty air of the bus. No matter how long he closed his eyes for, how many sheep he counted, or how he positioned himself, he couldn’t reach the comforting arms of sleep. Eventually he gave up, annoyed that everyone else on the bus—excluding the driver himself, thank god—had managed to peacefully drift away into their dreams.

“I’m tired. . .”

He blinked and chuckled quietly, “you and me sister.” He turned away from the window, taking a small drag of his cigarette as he turned to see who had spoken. A lady across the aisle looked at him, tilting her head. He gave a small wave and she turned away quickly. 

“Rude,” he thought for a moment before sighing. Maybe he should try to go to sleep again.

“Hello?”

He blinked and looked around. Surely someone must be sleep-talking. Right? “Wish I could be sleeping,” he looked around once more, eyes lingering on the lady across the aisle who was now starting to doze off. “This sucks.”

“Okay, I’m hallucinating now. God damn it. I knew that I shouldn’t have eaten that sandwich.”

He turned around, looking behind him, and then back to the front where the bus driver was humming a song to himself. “What. . .?” Pure confusion was all he felt. Earlier he had spent several hours in the sun, but the heat couldn’t have gotten to him this bad. . . right? Right?

“Oh God, please make this food poisoning death quick. I’m not into pain.”

Sleep deprivation must really be getting to him. This is going to be a long ride.

Chaos. Absolute chaos. 

Part of Wolfwood thought for a moment he might be getting possessed—he tossed that idea aside quickly but he did consider it for a moment before shaking his head. The other option, he thought, would have to be that the stress of trying to find the Humanoid Typhoon finally caught up to him, and he’s in the middle of a psychotic break. But he remembered hearing that you can’t be aware that you’re in psychosis so. . . where does that leave him?

“Has God really forsaken me this time?” he grumbled, stumbling off the bus and waiting for someone to toss the Punisher down to him.

“I hope not!” came the voice again, “I already have bad luck. If god hates me then I’m really a goner.”

Both of you came to the conclusion fairly quickly that there was no demon or god involved, nor were either of you dying or having a breakdown. Wolfwood, unlike Vash, accepted the situation a lot faster. He was confused and apprehensive at first, after all, no one likes showcases their true, intimate selfs—but he got over it fairly quickly. If this was what fate had given him, he would accept it. After all, it didn’t seem to be too horrible. What’s the matter with appreciating the good things in life?

When he gets bored he’d just stare off into space and annoy you—doesn’t matter what you're doing, or what he’s supposed to be doing. He’ll call your name over and over and over, or start preaching until you tell him to shut up. Sometimes, though, he will start talking about the dirtiest, strangest things you’ve ever heard of until your interest is piqued or until he can hear a reaction from you. Either way, no matter what method he chooses, you’ll eventually be talking to him.

“Here’s another quote, ‘Give your burdens to the lord. And he will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall. Psalm 55:22’. You know, personally, I’ve always thought that bible verse—”

“Please shut up. I will literally kill you.”

“I’d like to see you try, Doll.”

His favorite pastime is annoying you, making you flustered, or straight up saying the most out of pocket shit you can ever imagine. And, the funny thing is, you always know what he’s trying to do yet he still manages to get a reaction. It doesn’t matter if he spends several minutes brainstorming before saying what he wants, and it doesn’t matter if you try and prepare yourself, he is a master at being a cocky, loveable bastard.

He does hate when you manage to get him to talk deeper about himself, when you bring in the comfort and philosophical talk. Deep down he knows this life isn’t something he wants to partake in, he doesn’t want to go down the path that has been chosen for him, but what other option does he have? 

“You don’t have to kill.”

“How am I supposed to survive if I don’t? This world is built on blood, and one person trying to make it better isn’t going to do shit.”

“Well, I actually think it’s two people trying to make it better. Can’t say I’ve ever killed anyone.”

He was slightly salty when he got that response. 

He didn’t fall first here, but he most certainly fell harder. His heart is a little petrified, and he often lets people in, but only deep enough to where they feel accepted yet can’t glance at anything too important. It’s like if he invited you over to his home, showed you the kitchen and living room, but kept every other door locked and closed. Yet you had the key and essentially broke every lock in one go. He still doesn’t know if he hates or loves it.

He also desperately wants to meet you but, like Vash, he’s terrified you’d get hurt. But his love and desire outweigh his nervousness and, besides, he’ll protect you with everything he has. If he must die for you, so be it. So, the moment he is sure of himself he asks where you are. And, of course, you knew this was coming, and he knew you knew, and you knew he knew you knew. Make sense?

“Do you want to meet in person?” he thought about how much he wanted to see them, feel them, hear them with his ears not with. . . his mind? He wasn’t really sure how this whole thing worked.

“Of course! How could I deny you when you’re practically begging?!”

“Begging? You haven’t seen me beg yet. . . and now that I think about it, I haven’t seen you beg either. That must be a pretty sight, huh?”

Bastard. He’s a bastard.

Million Knives:

Knives were pissed. No matter how loud he played the piano, or how many plants he surrounded himself with, he could not get that annoying little song out of his head. A solemn, lonesome hum that echoed through his mind like nothing he had ever heard—and it infuriated him beyond anything he had ever known. At first he had assumed it was the sound of the pipes, the mechanical building breathing with man-made life, but once he found himself in the desert, alone, he knew that wasn’t the case. It crossed his mind for a moment, a moment, that he might be having some mental issues but he quickly tossed that idea out the window. He could never have any problems like that, never. 

He brushed his fingers along the piano keys, thinking of problems past and future, thinking of what is to come and how he should deal with it all. His own thoughts, he noticed, almost drowned out the humming; that was, until, a voice blew through his troubled mind. 

“Woah, you’re a plant?”

He whirled around, ready to mame and kill whoever had managed to infiltrate his base. . . but no one was there. “Come on out now!” he seethed, “and I’ll make your death painless.”

No response but the clacking of gears and the hiss of steam.

“Audacious human,” he spit out in his mind, already thinking of different ways to kill whoever dared to address him. He began to stalk the room, eyes snapping from one corner to the next. “They can’t hide long. I’ll find them.”

“Why are you so violent? Geez. . . well, I mean I guess it makes sense but don’t you get tired of being angry all the time?” The voice trailed off and began humming that infuriating tune. A vague thought that wasn’t his came to the forefront of his mind, wondering if it was worth eating the stale bread or if he should—wait no, not him because this isn’t his thoughts—they should wait until they get paid tomorrow to eat.

He ignored the mundane thoughts and confronted the voice in his head, “you’re the one who’s been singing that idiotic song?!”

“Wow, you’re rude too. Who would’ve guessed?”

The conversation devolved very quickly after that.

To be honest, you’d be found very, very quickly. Unlike Vash, Knives won’t avoid you; and unlike Wolfwood, he won’t wait until the time is right—he’ll rush off into the desert and hunt you down in less than a week. Finding a stranger is surprisingly easy when you have infinite access to their thoughts. At first he was angry and only wanted to find you so he could cut your head off, but soon—despite his hatred for admitting this—he found you interesting.

“I’m coming to kill you, and you’re not worried at all?”

“I’ll die someday, and besides, I think I’m starting to charm you.”

“I will rip you apart.”

“Sounds sexy.”

You infuriate him on so many levels he doesn’t even know where to start. 

Actually, he does know where to start. You peer into his mind and learn everything about him and oh my god that pisses him off because now a human—a mere human!—knows everything about him: his trauma, his fears, his past, his brother. And he has now way to stop you from learning about him. Out of pure spite, though, he tries his best to learn nothing about you. . . but that plan fails quickly.

“I’m going to kill myself!” you cry out in your mind, rage edging at the tone of your words.

“Please don’t, it’ll take the joy out of me torturing you.” 

“I’m already being tortured! My boss sucks! Ugh! I’m going to kill him!”

He has a tiny, second-long urge to say he’ll kill the man for you before he literally gags with disgust. He had never been so glad someone was distracted because if you had focused on his intentions in that moment you would have teased him until he showed up on your doorstep and killed you. 

Over the course of the couple days he spent tracking you, he unwillingly came to be invested in your life and found a small amount of joy when he debated with you. 

“Humanity sucks, yes, but we can be good!”

“It doesn’t matter if you can or can’t. What matters is what you’ve done, and what you’re doing. Your potential means nothing when compared to the damage you’ve done.”

“. . . damn it why are you smart. Also, I didn’t do anything! I was just born!”

“That’s a sin in itself.”

“Okay, well, gotta call you out on that one. Being born is not a sin, also, what are you? A preacher? Jesus Christ!”

“Don’t use his name in vain.”

“What?”

After he gets over his initial repulsion and hatred he finds the look into human life interesting. You’re pitiful, weak, and disgusting yet you still push on. Why? Why? Why?

“Why not?’

“It’s useless.”

“So?”

“So. . .?”

“I got you, the great Knives, tongue tied? Wow, I can die happily now.”

Overall, it takes a while for him to fall for you. At first it’s purely rage, and then it’s curiosity, and then. . . maybe he’d call it interest. He wouldn’t fall first and he wouldn't fall that hard, but he’d still appreciate you in some capacity. 

[miamochi-writes]

Hi! I’m the one who requested the Vash x reader and Wolfwood x reader scenarios of them having nightmares. Thank you so much! You wrote it so beautifully, my heart couldn’t handle how cute and sweet it was! 💖

I wanted to request if you could do the same thing but how would Vash and Wolfwood react separately to the reader getting hurt by someone? Bonus if you write for Knives too? The way you write him is so beautiful too ��💖

I'm so glad you liked it! <3 And I can definitely take a shot at this :) Hope you like it :)

The Guys Being Protective

Vash

The minute this man finds out you're injured, your well-being is his first priority. He needs to know that you're okay before he decides his next move. If it is a minor injury, like a bruise or no bleeding, he'll probably let out a sigh of relief or give you a quick kiss. Vash is more likely going to caress your face or hold you very close to him without hurting you. He's thankful that you're still breathing and still by his side. Yet, he will remind you to be more careful next time. Vash has already lost many important people in his life, and he's not going to lose you too.

Although, if this injury is serious, Vash's fight-or-flight is going to kick in. He is going to make sure you're out of harm's way and that you get the necessary treatment possible. If anything, he'll try to patch you up with what he has available or rush to find someone to take care of you immediately. Vash is already restless that you're hurt, but would be devastated if your condition got worse.

If you even dare try to brush off your injuries as nothing, you're going to make him feel worse. He's only okay with him doing that to others, not when you do that. He's already beating himself up that you got hurt under his watch and that he didn't prevent it. So be sure to give him lots of cuddles and kisses to reassure him before he spirals. Make sure you tell him that he's not at fault and that you stay by him no matter what he says. He's been through so much, so you comforting him and showering him with kisses should do the trick.

Afterwards, he's going to ask you who did this to you. This man will find and go after whoever hurt you. Because if Vash finds the culprit, this person needs to run for their life. Vash may be Love and Peace, but that goes out the window if anyone hurts the people he loves and cares about, especially when it comes to you. He values you way too much. If he catches the culprit, Vash will make sure they don’t hurt you again. If this person gave you minor injuries, Vash will try to warn them not to do it again. But if that fails or if this person gave you serious wounds, Vash will use his fighting skills or his gun, (no killing obviously) I’m sure of it.

Let me just remind you, this is the same man who took out a good chunk of the Badlands Boys when the people in the Sand Steamer were under attack. Don't forget, this is also the same man who threatened E.G. Mine to disarm the bombs or else he'd make sure he wouldn't get away unscathed. Have you seen Vash angry? He may be babygirl, but he will punch, fight, chokehold, and bite whoever hurts you. Period. Vash will fight for you and your safety until the end of time.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

If Wolfwood finds out you got injured there's a bunch of scenarios of what could happen. But they all to lead one thing, him beating the hell out of whoever laid a finger on you. It doesn't matter if you got a bruise, scratch, cut, wound, or mark, this man is going to be worried sick about you. Despite how cold, stoic, or teasing he is, Wolfwood has a big heart for you. He's cares way too much to brush off your injuries. Although after a minute or two, this man will be seething with rage. No one hurts you and walks away it.

Of course he's going to check up on you and see how bad the damage is. If Wolfwood finds out you're lying about the pain or hiding any other injuries, his anger is going to boil over. Not at you, but at the person who did this to you. But, he would rather you tell him honestly. Wolfwood has the biggest soft spot for you and would hate it if you lied about being fine. This man has already lost Livio, and he refuses to lose you too.

This man is invincible, but you're not. He knows you only have one life and he's going to make sure you live it to the fullest with him. Once Wolfwood is done looking you over, he's hunting down the person who did this to you. He's going to give you the: "I just want to talk to the person is all." Which means, "I'm going to beat the living shit out of this person."

No one messes with The Punisher and his loved ones. Just remember that this man carries the heaviest and deadliest cross weapon in No Man's Land. So imagine the beating this person gets once Wolfwood finds them. It doesn't matter how much they run, Wolfwood will find them and make sure they know what happens if they hurt you or anyone else again. Let's face it, Wolfwood is not going to let this person live unless you or Vash stop or convince him.

Once Wolfwood settles things with the person who hurt you, you're not leaving his sight. He's going to be taking care of you to the best of his abilities and making sure you get plenty of rest. This man will need lots of reassurance from you that you're doing okay so he'll be sticking by you a lot more. Probably going to cling onto you with hugs and kisses and giving you his lollipops. Call him Nicholas from time to time in private and this man will be putty in your hands.

Knives Million

Knives is someone who rarely wears his heart on his sleeve. But if it involves you, he'll only show his feelings in private with you. So imagine what is going on with Knives internally when he finds out someone hurt you. That stoic face? Gone. Composure? Shaken up. His blades? Ready to cut someone up with no hesitation.

If you're a human, Knives knows that humans are delicate and don't live long compared to him. If he sees a cut or a minor scratch, he'll tell you to be mindful of your actions. He knows those kinds of wounds will recover in no time. However, if he even sees a bruise, any deep cuts, or bleeding, Knives is not going to let that pass.

If you're a plant and Knives finds out someone hurt you as mentioned above, there's no stopping him from seeking revenge. Knives will send Con'rad to tend to your wounds. If Con'rad doesn't do a good job of patching you up, the plant will have a long and menacing talk with him alone. If you can bring joy, solace, or even fill the lonely void Knives has within him, of course he's going to hold you in high regard. You are beyond special to him and will make sure no one lays a finger on you. Or rather, make sure no one takes you away from him.

Knives will demand you tell him who did this to you. If it was someone from outside his humble abode or lower ranking men that hurt you, he's going to off them immediately. Plus he never liked most humans, so less people for him to worry about. However, if he finds out it was one of the more important men like Legato, Con'rad, or any other high ranking follower...good luck. He's probably going to make their punishment slow and painful. Knives will reiterate what happens if they dare even hurt you and that they should consider themselves lucky that he's keeping them alive. He’ll probably make an example of someone if he catches them hurting you again.

Once he's done taking care of things, Knives will go check up on you to see how you're doing. He will take time out of his schedule, more importantly his alone time, to see you. Knives needs to know that you're doing okay and healing from your injuries. If you visit him while he's playing piano, he'll beckon you to sit with him and play you a song. If you try to play along with him, you're going to brighten this man's day.

[bennysblabbering]

Human(e) Experimentation

Kinktober: "Evil Twin" || Millions Knives (Stampede) x reader

contents: trans!Knives, face-sitting, squirting, slight degradation, dubcon but not really, kidnapping if you squint

words: 3.5k

g/n reader, reader's genitals are not specified

↓ Fic below the cut ↓

There’s never an easy day living on a planet made entirely of sand. The sun beats down on your skin without mercy, leaving anything exposed with stinging red burns. The heat almost feels like gravity itself by the way it weighs down on you in the form of sweat and exhaustion. Luckily the existence of the sparse humans in NoMan’s Land is sustained from plants; though in an emotional sense, yours was also sustained from the company of your best friend Vash. On even your worst days, his kind and lighthearted nature could lift your spirits. Today may not be one of your worst, but you certainly could have done without the unexpected sandstorm hitting while the two of you were out driving, and on the run from bandits no less. 

Neon blue and pink chased right on your tail, the color obnoxiously shining through the dust kicked up from your tires. Without the existence of roads, driving while solely looking through your rearview mirror would normally not be an issue. But this time, your panic-induced concentration was interrupted by your infinitely more anxious blonde-haired friend shaking your arm vigorously and shouting.

“Y/N!! Y/N!! Look!”

He points straight ahead where a sandstorm awaits, a wall of reddish-brown dust approaching just as quickly towards you as you towards it. “What do we do?!”

“I don’t fucking know!” You shout in response. “It’s not like I can go back! I think we’re just gonna have to go through it!”

You grit your teeth and tighten your hold on the steering wheel, attention darting between the lights and chaotic shouts behind you and the impending storm ahead as you roll up all of the windows. Both of Vash’s hands cling to your arm desperately, his entire face dramatically squeezed shut as he turns his head towards you. Within less than a minute, the only view outside of the vehicle was brown, the harsh wind violently rocking the dingy car from side to side. Should you turn around? No…turning around and going back would not only be following the storm and prolonging the experience, but you’d be driving directly into the people who wanted your best friend’s head on a stick. If they were still following you, that is. And you can’t even tell which direction you came from. You didn’t want to take that chance. 

The turbulence only worsened- soon, the whole car was spinning around uncontrollably, swaying and turning completely out of your control. You let go of the steering wheel altogether, realizing there was nothing you could do at this point, and shut your eyes tightly as you trust fate to save you. You’ve escaped worse things before, you can do it again. Your hand moves over to where Vash was holding onto you.

Was.

Your heartbeat quickens as you realize you realize you can’t feel him. Your eyes shoot open as you look in horror to see not only his seat empty, but the door wide open and your friend nowhere in sight. 

“Vash!!!”

You open your own door and hold your breath as you leap out into the desert maelstrom, completely unaware of your own surroundings or what may have happened to the man sitting next to you. Your eyes were mostly closed, the tiny particles threatening to come into contact with your eyes if you opened them any more than a few millimeters. 

Out of nowhere, you feel two arms embrace you from behind, picking you up and swinging you over to carry you bridal style. With your limited vision from the extreme squinting and the discordant earth, all you can make out is the silhouette. It looks exactly like Vash, though he must have lost his coat- the same height, the same body shape, even the same hairstyle (assumably…it looked like it would be the same if it wasn’t blowing around so violently from the whirlwind). If you weren’t holding your breath, you’d breathe a sigh of relief. He’s here. He’s fine. Somehow he found his way to you; he always will.

Your vision starts to go dark and your chest burns with the lack of oxygen. Before you know it, your consciousness is fading away. Your last thought before you succumb altogether is that you hope both of you survive; coming out of a literal storm together would not only make your friendship stronger, but you want to hug him and make sure he’s alright. 

The next thing you know, you’re waking up on what seems to be a simple double-size bed, laying on top of the blankets as if you’d been placed there. Looking up at the ceiling, the fresh air fills your lungs, and you were grateful for the peace; it was certainly a stark contrast from the disastrous events you last remember. The room itself was fairly small, but not uncomfortable. The floor and walls were made of some kind of gray vinyl, and a few small dim lamps from the ceiling bathed the room in an ambient light. But…where exactly are you?

The automatic door behind you slides open with a soft ‘woosh’, and a shadow is cast onto the floor that makes that sigh of relief finally be able to manifest itself. It’s the same shape from before, the one of you’d recognize anywhere; tall and slim with a short and layered haircut. Thank god he’s okay. You lean back and close your eyes, the soft pillow cushioning your head as you smile. The footsteps of the man steadily approach, one by one until he reaches your bedside.

“Vash….it’s so good to see you.”

You hear a soft hum in response, but the tone is slightly lower than his. 

“Vash isn’t here.”

Your entire body feels a wave of adrenaline from head to toe, your fight or flight response kicking in as you open your eyes and take in the appearance of a man almost identical to him. He had the same face and body, though slightly lighter hair and skin. His eyes were a piercing crystal blue that stared daggers into you, his stoic face instilling a sense of unease. Vash had mentioned a twin brother a few times briefly during conversations, and grew a subtle nervousness every time the subject was brought up. He always seemed to be uncomfortable talking about it at length, so you never provoked him further; however, you couldn’t help but wonder what made a man usually more lightheartedly anxious show genuine fear. 

There was an undeniable intimidating aura about this man, but there was another thought you had upon first impression that brought on a slight guilt inside you.

Holy shit he’s hot.

You gulp as you sit yourself up, ignoring the sensation of his frightening gaze. Your hands tremble slightly as you realize you have no clue what to do in this situation. You have no idea what to expect or how to interact with the notorious twin brother of your best friend. He already seems so different.

“Wh-who….who are you?”

His expression remains unchanged, inexpressive outside of visible contempt, while he crosses his arms and looks away in thought.

“What, he hasn’t told you about me?”

“Well…yes, but not much. All I know is that you’re brothers.”

“Nothing else? Not even my name?”

“No.”

A sigh escapes his lips, clearly a bit disappointed from your response. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Vash wasn’t proud of the only relative he had, but he thought you’d at least know a little. The blond man leans over, his face inches from yours as your gazes lock. “My name…is Millions Knives.”

A bit of an odd name, you think to yourself, but you’re not about to say that out loud to someone who would obviously not take a liking to that response. You simply nod as you struggle to maintain the eye contact he had initiated, noticing in your peripherals the skin-tight bodysuit he was clad in, every single muscle of his body clearly defined. Is Vash built the same way? 

He straightens himself back up, blinking. Once again, his eyes wander elsewhere, almost as if specifically to avoid looking at you. “Though a low-life human such as you…you will call me Master Knives.”

‘Master’? Was he planning on forcing you to stay with him? Now that you think about it…how did you get here and how did he know you knew Vash? You attempted to keep your breathing steady and try not to spiral into a panic, but you had so many questions.

“H-how…do you know me? Did you bring me here?”

His eyes immediately snap back to you, his lips changing into a malicious grin as he chuckles in a low tone. The sound sends a chill down your spine; whether it was of fear or attraction was indiscernible to you. 

“I think you might not be aware of the scope of my power. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Especially those with eyes on my brother. Anyone near him is someone I am closely aware of.”

You look down at your bedsheets, fiddling with your fingers as you try to grasp the idea of being known by someone for so long that you’d never met before. Just how much does he know about you?

“Oh, and yes, I did save you. The sandstorm brought upon a fortunate opportunity for me. I’ve been wanting to study you for a while. Without a big distraction, such as a storm, I doubt I’d be able to pry you away from Vash without a fight.”

“...study me?”

“Yes. Well...in a way.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Is he going to do inhumane experiments on you? Are you going to be tortured? Killed? What is he going to do??

He reaches over to your shoulder and places a hand there, much gentler than you’d expect. “Would you calm down a little? My god, your vitals are distracting.”

“H…huh?”

He moves his hand from your shoulder to press onto the veins of your neck. “Plants…we can sense the processes of the human nervous system. Your pulse, your brain waves, your breathing. We can read you like an open book. Though I doubt my brother can, his abilities are significantly inferior to mine.”

You swallow, unsure what point he’s trying to make. “So...what are you going to study if you seem to know everything about me already?”

He smirks, stroking his long fingers down your neck, softly tracing a few fingertips down to the center of your collarbone before removing his hand altogether. 

“How human bodies and independent plant bodies interact.”

With that, he matches your gazes once again, making sure your eyes were on him. He sneaks his fingers under the neck of his bodysuit and begins to pull the only layer he was wearing off of his body. Your breath hitches and you tense, unsure what he plans to do. However, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see his exposed body- not that his clothes left much to the imagination. 

A satisfied hum rumbles from his throat, the man’s top half now completely bare and on display. His body looked exactly like that of a typical muscular man, but with a distinct lack of nipples or a navel. 

“I know you’re attracted to me, Y/N. I could tell as soon as you opened your eyes to look at me.”

You huff, feigning offense. “You’re wrong.”

“Am I?” He cocks his head mockingly. “Then...surely you’d have no reaction if I did this?”

Stepping onto the bed, he moves to position himself on all fours on top of you. Face parallel with yours, he narrows his eyes in a challenge. You involuntarily let out a shaky exhale and internally curse at yourself for being so obvious. This time, he responds with a small laugh and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, his gaze is assertive and commanding, his expression suddenly serious.

“You can’t pretend with me, Y/N. Not with a plant.”

Slipping his hands under your shirt, he slowly pushes up on your skin, taking the fabric with his wandering hands. The crisp air of the room hits your exposed flesh, making your nipples harden right as the fabric passes your chest. You gasp as he takes one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, playing with it. 

“Hm, sensitive here, are we?”

Your cheeks flush a light pink as you turn your face away and nod. Your hand grabs the bunched up fabric of your shirt, now sitting around your neck, and you pull it off of you completely, letting it fall somewhere else. Looking down at his perfect body, you can’t help but chew on your lip slightly. All you can imagine is your hands on his soft, firm muscles.

“Can I…touch you?”

“Address me fully first, then I’ll let you.”

“Can I touch you, Master Knives?”

“Of course.”

Nervously, your hands start to caress over his toned arms, sliding down to his chest and giving his pectoral muscles a squeeze. You curiously run your fingertips over where a typical man’s nipples would be, where you feel smooth skin; not a turn-off, but certainly something unusual that piqued your curiosity. Your hands wander down to his abs, before wrapping around his waist and crawling up his back, finding their resting place on his neck. Your eyes had been following your hands, drinking in his figure, before they looked back up to land on his face. His eyelids had fallen heavy with lust, the pupils of his azure eyes dilated in interest.

“Do you enjoy what you see, Y/N? This is the body of an ultimate and superior life form. You’re extremely privileged to be touching me like this.”

Your voice is quiet and gentle, feeling overpowered by his assertive aura. “Yes, I do. I mean…yes, sir, I do. And I am.”

He grins, proud that he’s already made his subject so submissive. Your attraction to him made this significantly easier; you didn’t need any convincing or threats to participate in his experiment. Your body was so eager right away, and that made the hunger in his body burn hot. He leans down, pressing his soft and plush lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You whine in response at the feeling; it only made you crave more. 

As your lingering kiss continues, he slips his wet tongue into your mouth, caressing against yours as he lowers his hips and straddles your lap. Your mind was clouded with lust as your hands lower to place on his ass, massaging the soft fat and muscle. 

“Mmmh…” he hums into your mouth, clearly enjoying the treatment. He parts from the kiss before sitting up slightly to pull the rest of his bodysuit off. As it’s removed, it starts to reveal the most intimate part of him; a hairless and slick pussy, shamelessly exposed. His arousal was evident, with a string of clear fluid connecting to his skin as he removes the fabric. You salivate at the sight and you haven’t even seen the whole thing yet. 

“I can sense your interest. This is already going much better than I anticipated. But in order for me to fully understand human and independent interaction, we’ll both need to have all of our clothes off.” He shifts off of your lap to sit beside you. “Finish removing yours.”

“Yes sir.”

With adrenaline pumping vigorously through your veins, you lift your hips off the bed to push your pants and underwear off, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks as his eyes lower to view your own newly exposed intimacy. He hums, satisfied with what he sees. 

Moving back on top of you, he leans back a little, spreading his legs. Two slender fingers move downward to spread his folds and give you a full view of his wet cunt; the engorged clit, made larger from the testosterone in his body, was reddened and swollen, clearly eager for attention. You lick your lips as you imagine his sweet juices dripping down your chin. Your reaction, of course, does not go unnoticed by him as he moves himself up, hovering his pussy only inches from your face. 

“Should’ve expected a filthy human to want me so badly. It’s only natural to crave the body of a perfect being.”

He lowers his hips and releases the tension holding up his thighs, relaxing all of his weight as he sits himself down on your face. Your head was held in place as the heavy full-grown man let his cunt be pressed onto you. You could hardly breathe from your entire face being surrounded in muscle and flesh, but something so small as respiration was completely disregarded by the non-human. To him, his pleasure was far more of a priority than your lungs receiving sufficient oxygen. He looks down at you in disdain, a small scowl on his lips as he commands you to initiate.

“Eat.”

You want to respond as an indicator of your submission, but with your face and mouth locked in place, all you could do was simply obey his command. Your tongue snakes out of your mouth, slowly swiping up and down his pussy, reveling in the savory taste as it dissolves onto your taste buds. A long and drawn-own groan escapes both of you as the thrill of the first sexual contact is finally made. Hearing his sound of pleasure only urges you on; slipping your tongue into his entrance, you stick the muscle as far out as it can go, stinging a bit as you strain to penetrate as far as possible. The incredible taste of Knives’s essence was addicting, and your mouth was eager to explore every single inch of his cunt. You start to dart your tongue in and out a bit quicker, humming at the pleasant slick texture and heady flavor. 

“Mmmhh…that’s it, just like that. Already know how to please me. Maybe one human’s actually good for something. It’s like you were almost made to serve me.”

Lost in your submissive and lustful haze, you think to yourself ‘you’re right, you’re so right, I was made to serve you. You taste so perfect. I wouldn’t mind being your toy if I get to give pleasure to such a superior man.’ 

Your tongue slips out of his wet hole as your lips find the sensitive, swollen bud of his clit and give it a hard suck. He throws his head back dramatically, letting out a voluminous moan as he threads his fingers through your hair. “Feels so fucking good. That’s right, keep sucking. Let your thoughts be of nothing but pleasuring me.” Gripping your scalp hard, he grinds slightly as you continue to suck. You let your tongue return to the mix as you lap at his clit lightly and add to the sucking sensation. Reaching up, your hands find their way to his ass again, kneading at the plush skin as your palms sensually stroke up and down his muscular thighs, worshipping him with your fingertips. Everything about him was so intoxicating- if his sweet slick had some kind of pheromones in it to keep you addicted to him, it certainly wouldn’t come as a surprise to you. 

You switch between sucking and lapping his clit and fucking his hole with your tongue, unable to stick to one or the other for a prolonged period of time. You wanted to taste all of him and couldn’t seem to get enough. As your lips return to wrap around his protruding muscle, you suck and lap with a fervor as he needily grinds against your mouth, huffing with flushed cheeks and closed eyes.

“Y/N, I’m close, fuck, fuck, gonna fucking cum, you’re gonna make me fucking c-”

Before he even finishes his sentence, his body trembles violently as he holds onto your head with both hands for dear life, mercilessly squirting warm fluid that coats your face and mouth. You continue to suck him through his high, prolonging the intense climax as he moans repeatedly, unable to stop himself from releasing over and over onto you, at this point leaking down your jaw and neck. 

His hips start to slow and his fingers release their tense grip, gently petting your scalp as a wordless way of soothing the irritated skin. Huffing, he weakly sits up and off your face, making his way back to his favorite seat that is your lap. 

“Holy fuck. Just might have to keep you around if you’re always gonna be that good.”

You smile and giggle at his state, a seemingly post-orgasm euphoric glow. “Can’t help that you’ve got such a nice pussy.”

He chuckles, leaning forward to place an uncharacteristically affectionate kiss on your lips. “I told you, I’m the ultimate life form. It’s only to be expected. I’m sure you aren’t used to a presence like mine, since my brother and I are so unlike one another.”

Oh my god. You completely forgot about him.

“Master Knives?”

“Yes?”

“......Where’s Vash?”

Sorry if he's a bit OOC, I've never written for him before! I really enjoyed this though, it was a lot of fun and I definitely want to write for him again.

[h4venpha]

AAAA CAN WE PLS GET SOME BOXING KNIVES HCS LIKE IMAGINE WEARING A JACKET W HIS NAME AND LOGO OR WTV skshsjsbshsjjs

𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫!𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐜 𓂃 ⟡

boxer!millions knives x reader

cw: slight violence, blood mentions

a/n: why did i almost forget how to write hcs

- boyfriend or bodyguard? well… yes

- he is a walking threat btw! a constant reminder to everyone that if they touch you, there will be consequences. walking down the street to wherever, holding your hand in his bigger one.

- he’s got this mean scowl on his face –bonus points if you’re a bubbly smiley person. people kind of look at you both like, how the hell did they get together? because you quite literally look like a sheep holding a wolf’s hand.

- knives is massive btw. like it literally does not matter how big or tall you are, he can and definitely will carry you. on his back, like a koala, bridal style, he can do it all. with ease too, not even breaking a sweat as you cling onto him.

- outside the ring, he’s definitely more composed with you. quieter, calmer, still keen and observant, but never rowdy or loud.

- it’s silly to see him in hoodies. bulging muscles completely covered and he just looks like a cuddly teddy bear, minus the constant scowl on his face.

- nai knows what he’s capable of: knocking someone’s jaw off or breaking bones– he knows how to hurt someone and make it hurt bad. but with you, his hands turn into big warm paws, holding your face while he kisses you. arms putting someone in a choke hold just the night before, now wrapping lovingly around your waist while he grumbles good morning in your ear.

- knives looooves seeing you in the crowd watching him in the ring. now honestly before you got together, he mostly fought to release stress and see people bloody and bruised from his fists. but seeing you in the crowd gives him another reason to fight: cause god he loves showing off to you.

- he likes seeing your eyes sparkle up at him whenever he wins, he likes it when you run up to him and congratulate him with a sweet, satisfactory kiss.

- nai literally only lets you patch him up. he won't even let another nurse get within a three feet radius of him.

- he thinks it’s cute the way you take care of his wounds. gently wrapping gauze around them or holding an ice pack to his head, its adorable to see you bite your lip in concentration.

- knives like the little shit he is, like to pretend to wince just to see your reaction. forcing out a hiss when you check over his wounds, flinching back slightly. and seeing you gasp and scramble trying to apologize while wanting to pull away yet ease his pain is so fucking cute to him.

- but he has to go through with the act or you’ll swat him. so he hides his smile and brushes it off, telling you to continue. and when you look at him with wide, concerned eyes, he fights back the urge to kiss you.

[fruitsoxs]

disgustingly beautiful

pairing(s): knives x (AFAB)reader warnings: smut, !NSFW MINORS DNI!, sex, fingering, knife play, degradation summary; knives hates the way he feels about you word count: 1.5k notes; i have no explanation for this one

He drags the sharp edges of his blades down your arm slowly. He’s not sure why he’s so gentle with you, when he could easily break the skin and let you bleed out on the floor. He could  kill you in an instant. Knives' eyes snap upward, locking onto yours. He can see the lack of fear in your eyes as he waves around his blades. You’re so certain that he would never hurt you.

It pisses Knives off endlessly that you’re right. He craves the destruction of all humans. He wants to see them burn. If this were some other pitiful human, they would be dead in an instant. They would be gone before they could even approach him. You’re not some other human though. And, for some reason, he has a soft spot for you.

He brings his blades up, past your shoulder and to your neck. He keeps the edge there for a second, before using it to lift your chin up. His eyes flicker to your lips. He observes every small movement you make, every gulp you take. “So…disgusting.” he growls, trying to convince himself of your faults. It would be easier if you were like every other human. If you were disgusting, and beyond saving. 

It sickens him how he can so easily fall for your smile. 

What makes you so different from everyone else on this planet? Why do you make him feel so soft? He truly despises it. Knives wishes he could get rid of you once and for all. He hates these feelings that only you can make him feel. 

He growls and lets his blades fall, before crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. His lips seem to take over yours. He bites at your bottom lip, prying it open so he can shove his tongue inside. He swirls his tongue around, licking up every noise you make. The more you moan, the more intense the kiss gets. The kiss is demanding, and almost violent. When he pulls away, your lips are already red and swollen.

“Truly disgusting.” he says again, wiping the spit from his lip. He immediately dives back in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you close. His grip is bruising as your body is pressed flush against his. He immediately probes your mouth with his tongue again, swirling it around yours. 

Why does he like this? Why does the thought of bending you over make him feel so fuzzy inside. He snakes a hand up your back and grips onto your hair, pulling your head back. You let out a soft whimper. He drinks in the noise, pulling your hair tighter to get more out of you. 

With his lips still on yours, he slowly pushes you back towards the table behind you. You hit the edge and fall over. “A-Ah!” but before you can crash against the cold metal, Knives makes sure to lower you slowly. He doesn’t want your frail body to get too hurt. His mouth is on yours again, as he leans over your body, trailing kisses and bites down your neck. 

He digs his teeth into the skin on your shoulder, biting roughly, then licking the new wound clean. When he pulls away, he’s got a certain look in his eyes. A possessiveness that he only allows you to see. He admires the mark, before he works on getting your clothing off.

Knives starts to rip your clothing off, starting with your top. You lift your torso up a bit, allowing him to pull it off. He moves down to your bottoms, tearing them off your body as quickly as he can. His hands find their way to your thigh and squeeze the skin. He slowly rubs them up higher, brushing against your clothed folds for a second.

“So wet already.” 

With one swoop he cuts through your underwear, admiring the view of your wet pussy. He slides his fingers through the folds, gathering up all the juices. His face remains emotionless, but he’s definitely excited about this little endeavor. His cock is already painfully hard and throbbing. You, almost shy to his attention, try to close your legs and hide yourself away. He sighs and reaches over with his blade tendrils, pulling your legs up.

He’s careful not to cut you, but you can’t fault him if the blades scratch you a tiny bit. He’s simply too focused on the task at hand to pay too much attention to that part. 

He rubs his finger against you again, scoring the most delicious noises. He bites back a smirk as he watches you squirm from his simple touch, before he begins to rub at that sensitive bud gently. Your back immediately arches, a loud moan ripping through your throat. “Good.” Knives mumbles, putting more pressure on your clit. “I want to hear you.” he demands. He rubs his fingers in circles, drawing out loud moans. Unable to move while he holds you down, you are left a whimpering mess.

With his other hand, he inserts a finger. Your eyes widen, your mouth hanging open. He works you open, pushing his finger in and out before he adds another. 

“Oh. Oh Knives- Oh God-” 

He can feel you clench around his fingers. The smirk finally stretches across his lips as he holds you down and fucks you with his fingers. “What is it? Are you going to cum?” he asks curling his fingers inside  you while his other hand continues to rub your clit. 

“Please-” you beg him.

He lets out a small “Hm.” before deciding that he could allow you to get what you want. “Fine.” he grumbles. You cum on cue, your body shaking as you tighten around his fingers. He groans slightly as he works you through your orgasm. He stays silent, watching you close your eyes shut, screaming out his name.

All that, just for his fingers. So pitiful.

He rubs his clothed dick against your dripping pussy, his cold eyes never leaving yours. He can’t believe that such a creature can get him so worked up. He cannot stand how much he craves you. Every time he sits down to please himself, all he can see is your eyes. You have ruined him, and he will never forgive you.

In a moment his cock is free, pressed against your entrance. Your eyes are wide again, as you try to look down at what he is doing. Knives huffs and shoves his thumb under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Look. At. Me.” he demands. 

You whimper as he slowly slides his dick inside of you. He can’t believe how good you feel. So warm and tight around him. It was like you were made to be his little toy. Knives slides himself all the way in as slowly as he can. He gives you just a moment to adjust to his size, before he starts moving.

He slowly pulls out, admiring the way his cock glistens with you. He then snaps his hips against yours, shoving it back inside you roughly. “Oh!” you yell out. He fucks you hard, and fast. It’s almost deadly. He makes no noises besides the occasional grunt.

No, he wants to hear every little noise you make. He wants to listen to the sound of his skin slapping against yours. He ends up closing his eyes as the sounds mix together- creating a song more beautiful than he could ever play. 

He’ll never get over how amazing this feels. How perfect you are. Although when he is done he may feel shame for fucking the thing he hates, he can’t help but keep coming back to you. He slams his dick inside of you, making your eyes roll back. He keeps his pace, never getting tired of how lulled out he can make you.

He knows you’re close. He wonders what he can say to make you go over the edge. 

He grits his teeth, then lets out a dry chuckle. “Look at you.” he mumbles, continuing to fuck you. “You need me so bad.” he lets his blades tighten around your legs so you can’t move and inch. “I want you to remember this moment forever, human. You are mine.”  He growls and slams against you. 

You let out a cry, squeezing him awfully tight as you cum on his cock. Reduced to nothing but a blabbering, incoherent mess you call out his name over and over. He slams against you a few more times, before he pulls out and spills his seed all over your stomach. 

He drops you against the table, watching as your body goes slack. He eyes his work, before turning around. “Clean this mess up.” he demands before he walks away.

[elusive-mayfly]

If there was one thing Nai never thought would happen, it's that he'd have any empathy towards a human. When that happened, the new "it will never happen" thought was that he'd fall in love with them. And when that happened too, it was already too late.

Nai's a complex man with many thoughts stored away in his mind. He's tactful. Nothing happens without having deliberately been thought out.

The Great Fall was mentally his undoing. He believed he was doing the right thing. He believed he was giving not only himself freedom, but his brethren. It didn't matter what stood in his way, he would face it and he would be victorious. And when his actions presented fruitful, there was no turning back.

He did what he set out to do. A chain of events were presented to him and there was no other option. A never-ending battle was presented to him and he was the crux. That never bothered him.

What did bother him was when he extended a hand to Rem, his own mother, she chose them instead of him. Whether or not Nai admitted it, he loved Rem in his own way and having her reject them was the nail in the coffin: if his own mother chose the monsters over her own sons, she was also a monster.

And when Vash chose the monsters immediately after, that was enough. The sacrificial act of saving them was not appreciated. That was proof enough that Vash had been manipulated and was too far gone, at least at that point. In time, Vash would come around. In time, Vash would open his eyes... just like Nai did. It was inevitable.

Nai hid his sorrow, burying it deeper and deeper until it was just a fragment of a memory. He might not have even realized he held that grief.

Whatever lingering feelings he had were a waste of time. The love he held for his brother was what drove him to continue, but other than that, he didn't need these useless human feelings. Was he disappointed Vash didn't immediately side with him? Yes. But it would all be rectified eventually, so why process those emotions at all? Nai would always protect his brother.

But that disappointment in both Rem and Vash's rejection would fester in ways he didn't realize.

The fateful day you two met, these disappointments came to light. It doesn't matter how it happened, or what happened at all. One act of kindness or empathy and Nai was immediately hooked, much to his dismay.

He was starved for some kind of positive reinforcement and he would continue to seek it out whether he realized it or not. He was crippled beneath the weight of your actions and surprisingly... he didn't want it any other way.

He spent a long time denying it. You were a human and therefor you were the enemy. He could kill you if he really wanted to... but he never did.

Eventually, he began feeling... empathy for you, something he never thought were possible. Was it an eye-for-an-eye mentality? Because you showed him kindness, he felt like he needed to do the same? Maybe not to the same extent, but...

Maybe it was the looming threat of your rejection. Nai had cared only for two people in the past and they rejected him. Could he handle being rejected again?

He wouldn't give you a chance to reject him. Ever. You want to live? Done. You want an apology? Begrudgingly, it will happen. You want attention? It will be done. You want... love? ... you can have it.

At first, he just believed you were the exception. All humans are disgusting abominations... except you. All the humans needed to die... except you. It took him a long time to accept that your empathy towards him was what made you human. Your humility towards him is what made you human. Your forgiveness towards him is what made you human. And maybe humanity wasn't... all bad...

Maybe a small part of his ideology was wrong.

Maybe.

Begging him to leave everything behind was excruciating. Asking him to give up everything he had worked for and everything he believed was asking him to give up every part of who he was. You were asking him to tear down a century of growth in the (possible) wrong direction. The humans needed to be punished for their misdeeds and he was the messenger. To deny the messenger the act of delivering justice was, in his mind, cruel.

What convinced him was the conceiving of your child. Neither of you knew if you could conceive until it happened. But when it did, there was no denying that he already betrayed his cause. Plants would always be superior. Plants would always deserve more. And humans were a product of destruction, and deserved just that...

... but the middle ground, this child of both plant and human blood, was such a beautiful sight to behold...

And the thought of killing you or the child was something he could not do.

How do you rid the planet of an entire species save two people? Because if you make the exception, where is the line drawn? Humans were filled with flaws such as hypocrisy, and Nai could not fall to these weaknesses else he become exactly what he despised.

So what do you do when you feel you are forced to give up your life's purpose? You find a new purpose.

And finally, the tale of Millions Knives was over. Gone without a trace. The looming threat of his return would always be present, but people could finally breath a sigh of relief... at least for now.

There wasn't a bone in this man's body that knew how to live a domestic life. When you don't need to eat, you don't cook. When you don't need to sleep, you don't dream. There were many things he felt were expected of him that he could not bring to the table. How do you provide what you have not had provided to you for over a century?

Running away from his problems would never be an easy answer. He was forced to lay down a lot of his pride and ego to be able to fit into this... quaint life that he never wished for but so desperately wanted to keep.

But he can learn. If a mere human could do it, so could he.

Eventually, he got used to lying beside you during the night. Despite not needing it, he would sometimes sleep... but most of the time, he'd lie awake and think many a thought.

Did he regret his actions? That was complicated. What he did was for the plants. For his brother. He would never regret his loyalty. He would never regret his beliefs.

But something would always gnaw at him knowing to hate all humans meant to hate you and his child, and he couldn't bring himself to do that.

He would never be able to take back what he had done, and in truth, he didn't want to. Whether that painted him as a villain or not didn't change his mind. He could never adapt a new line of thinking, not entirely.

You knew this. And he knew you knew this.

But the one thing he didn't know you knew... is in the middle of the night when the whole household was supposed to be sleeping, Nai would sneak out of bed.

Maybe it was a need to feel a connection to something he had lost. Maybe the child called to him in a way you couldn't hear. Something drew him from your side during the dark of night that begged him to hold your child.

And with the infant in his arms, the two would glow in the small nursery. The communication between plants that you could not hear but could see. It coloured the room with a dull blue light and lingered in your mind as a beautiful and comforting scene.

Nai would never tell you he did this. And as your child grew and eventually forgot these kindred moments, he would never tell them either. But the message he was trying to convey would always ring true: he would always protect his family.

[thebellearchives]

𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑

~ Millions Knives ; Trigun Stampede

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : inside of Knives reside feelings that you’re aware of, and yet he lies to you and himself about it

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : knives x gn!reader, angst

‧₊˚ a / n : writing angst for knives is everything to me, enjoy 🫶🏻

You can feel Knives’ blue stare wherever you go, and he knows it. He hopes you think it’s because he’s keeping an eye on you, and he hopes you feel it’s stern and scary. Somehow, you don’t seem to think so.

He knows he doesn’t have to, but he brings you your food once in a while. He wants to make sure you don’t get the wrong idea though, so he mumbles something about how it’s useless for you to eat because you’ll be dead soon one way or another. Still, he hopes you don’t notice how he started heating up your food after Legato mentioned humans don’t usually like cold food. He remains silent around you most of the time, the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure you out, so whenever he says something it’s about how he doesn’t understand why Conrad wants you around. And then, he’s not sure when did this even start, but he peeks around your bedroom door at night to make sure you’re asleep. Again, Knives hopes you think he’s distrustful of you, but considering the multiple times he’s kept you from injuring yourself with Conrad’s tools you know he’s just making sure you’re safe.

In his mind, it’s only natural for you to be scared of him, he’s done everything to make sure you get it through your head: he hates you, he hates your kind, and his idea of a perfect world includes your demise and everyone else’s. But if he hates you so much, then why can’t he stop his bewitched eyes from following you around? And the way that feeling in his chest longs for his body to follow too? He’s convinced there’s something wrong with him, the way he’s suddenly so obsessed with watching your every move. You’re driving him insane, and he detests it. Is this what humans call a sixth sense? Should he be wary of you? Are you planning on sabotaging his plans? Why is it that his head is so insistent on you, on your pretty eyes and your smooth skin?

“Nai?”

He snaps out of his thoughts, but before you notice you’ve caught him off guard he frowns.

“It’s Knives for you” since when are you so irreverent as to call him by anything other than Knives?!

“Right, Knives” you smile and reach to brush something off his hair, he immediately draws back with widened eyes “sorry, there was something in your hair.”

He stares, bewildered. Have you got any regard for your own safety? Are you not capable of sensing danger? The way you reach for him, the way you smile, so ingenue. It’s almost fascinating to him how you seem to trust him, despite everything you know about him. Is it naivety, perhaps?

“William asked me to come look for you.”

“Then why didn’t you say so since the very beginning?”

He rises up from his seat, but just as he is about to leave, he notices you don’t move an inch.

“Knives? Won’t you tell me already?”

“Tell you what?” he can’t help but blink in confusion.

“What is it that you feel about me, exactly?”

He freezes in place then. A part of him is offended, for you to think he has any feelings towards you, a mere human, it’s infuriating. But another part of him is conflicted. What does he feel about you? Even if he was certain, what makes you think he’d tell you? He considers replying the most hurtful thing he can think of. He’s disgusted by you, he loathes you, if he could he’d kill you right then and there. But for some reason he doesn’t say any of those things.

“You’re nothing to me” he lies.

And then you smile again. He knows you’re aware, he knows that you can tell he’s lying. There isn’t a single hint of hurt in your eyes despite his cold words. Instead, you seem to be rather calm. He sees something in you then that he wants to say he despises, and it’s that patient smile that Rem used to wear. Whenever he said or did something hurtful, Rem would smile just like that. Patiently, waiting until he could come to terms with his thoughts and feelings. He tells himself he hates it, but truth is he’s grateful.

“Alright, let’s just head towards the lab then, there’s something William wants to show you”

[hellinistical]

After a couple encounters with a guy from the library, you get handsy after you agree to let him teach you French.

Tutor!Knives x Afab, gn reader.

Warnings: fingering, pet names, cockwarming, no protections.

WC: 2.4k

It had started as a simple thing. Simple touches with the tips of your fingers grazing each others’ hands. Occasional glances that may or may not have lingered. You saw each other maybe three times a week throughout the campus- usually in the library, where you’d find him pushing his glasses up for the umpteenth time as he struggled (only sometimes) to carry a horrific amount of books to the checkout. 

Remembering when he dropped a couple of his books, you helped him gather them up, using it as your chance to strike up a conversation with him finally, but he had beaten you to it. 

“You’re in here a lot, huh?”

Your eyes widened; his voice was surprisingly deep. The man chuckled at your reaction as if it were a normal response- it probably was. “So are you.”

“Touche.” 

You stayed quiet momentarily, looking him over as he counted his stack.

He was pretty, with lashes that kissed his cheek. His hair was soft, blonde and pushed back.

He was pretty, with his broad shoulders and slender waist.

He was just pretty. 

You hear a group of students behind you, but you can't make out what they’re saying- it was probably just nonsensical plans for the weekend, anyways. And then finally, you see his eyes as he looks up. 

He was really pretty.

Swirls of blue melted with the light grays and greens from the sun rays streaming in through the windows, and by god, you couldn't even begin to think of a logical reason for this with all your medical knowledge. 

“You’re staring,” He had a small smile on his face, his books now in bags as he extended a hand towards you. Taking it, you mumbled an apology, noticing one more thing.

His skin was hot.

***

A couple of months went by, and you learned a lot about your library buddy-turned-friend. Like the fact that his name was Naii- short for Knives. You didn’t get his last name, he didn’t get yours. Naii hated swimming but loved baths. He had a big family and wanted a big family. And he couldn’t cook for shit. He was a language fanatic and wanted to travel all over when he graduated. 

You also learned that he was very persuasive when he wanted to be. 

**** "That's it, sugar, just like that. You're doing so good for me. Can you tell me what the next sentence is?" 

Your mind was hazy, overwhelmed by the loud thrumming of your pulse in your ears as you look at the characters in the textbook, seeing the way they joined as you formed the syllables to read it aloud. 

"J'aime aller au cinema" (I like to go to the cinema.) 

“Very good,” Nai hummed into your neck as he listened to you sound out the words, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. He had you, his pretty little student in his lap, an open (albeit slightly damaged) French textbook splayed out on "Common Greetings and Phrases", with his hands on your waist, keeping you pinned to his lap. Shifting your hips, you mumbled something incoherently, but he paid it no mind as he fixed you again for the umpteenth time. His hands kneaded the fat of your thighs as he whispered praises in your ear every time you got a word right, calling you sweetheart, pet, beloved, and the like. Thumbs drawing circles in them, Naii occasionally would pinch the inner sides, making you jolt. While he wouldn’t reward you with praise if you got it wrong, he would motivate and tease you while you struggled to understand the material. 

That being said, truthfully, he was originally going to tutor you. 

He just got sidetracked. 

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his teeth nip at your neck, his hot breath fanning over the skin as he licked the area. Biting your lip, you suppressed a moan; Nai’s hands had strayed down to the waistband of your sweatpants, running his fingers along the elastic band as he snapped them. 

“Soft…” He whispered in your ear, as he slipped his hand past your underwear where his fingers met your labia. Trailing them along for a moment before he brought them to your lips, he pressed his thumb past them, grinning as you ran your tongue over the digit before he pulled away, bringing it back down to your pussy.

Starting to circle your clit, he moved slowly, with his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves, and his middle and index fingers sliding between wet your folds, coating them in your arousal as he starts to tease around your entrance. You bucked your hips, a whine escaping you as he chuckled. His teeth caught the shell of your ear, and biting down softly, he hummed again.  Clamping your thighs around his wrist, your mouth fell open as he pried them open again.

He pulled back, and for a second, you thought he’d stopped to actually tutor you again. 

But he just got distracted. 

Turning to look at him, Nai clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he grabbed your chin and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning you to face your textbook again. 

“Focus, honey. Read the next one for me, please doll?” he murmured, his hand slipping under your shirt as he made quick work of your bra, pulling it off you. Your nipples pebbled from the cool air, hardening as they peaked through the thin fabric of your shirt. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you again bit your lip, your eyes trailing over the characters as you tried to make out what they said.

 "J'aime l'art et..." (I enjoy art and…)

Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, one finger at first, pumping it in and out slowly as he curled it, soon adding a second, stretching out your walls.

Groaning, he leaned into your shoulder, his hair tickling the exposed skin as he pressed another kiss to your body. His free hand went to one of your breasts, squeezing it like it anchored him down. For all you knew, it probably did. You gasped shakily, your breath shallow.

“Oh, sweet thing, relax, it’s too tight f’me to move, don’t wanna hurt this pretty pussy now, do we?”

”“J'aime l'art et la littérature.” (I enjoy art and literature)

“There we go, look at you, so smart. Pretty thing.” 

His fingers quickened their pace, and as if he already knew where to look, he found your g-spot, laughing as you again jolted. 

You felt your hips rise suddenly, and the feeling of his fingers left you as Naii turned you over to face him. He had a wide smirk on his face, pressing one, two, three kisses to your lips as he brought his hands to his pants, quickly undoing them. 

Your mouth watered, the textbook forgotten as he tugged his pants down just enough to reveal the waistband of his underwear. Your fingers were quick to tug that down, too, until his hand clamped around your wrist, a small smile on Nai’s face. His blue eyes gleamed, the light flush on his skin unabashedly resting there only growing deeper. 

“Ah-ah. Not yet, Y/n.”

“Huh? Why not?”

He only smiled, leaning back into the chair as he looked at you expectantly, mouthing ‘in French, baby’.

Well, shit. 

You wracked your brain, desperate; the sooner you got this, the sooner you would get the relief you wanted. All the while, he just smirked, running his hands down your sides, waiting patiently. 

"S'il te plaît, Nai.” (Please, Nai)

You cringed at the way the words fell off your tongue; you definitely butchered the syllables and spacing of the words- something something the phonetics were too different and you didn’t remember enough Latin or Spanish to actually enunciate some of them.

Still, your buddy-turned-friend-turned-perhaps-boyfriend (you weren’t really sure what to call the two of you at this point, considering he just finger fucked you,) smiled easily, before leaning in and bopping your nose with his index.

"Bien sûr chérie." (Of course, darling.)

Letting go of your wrist, he leaned back again, watching as your hand went back to his underwear, a dark patch resting on the fabric, his bulge prominent. You slid his underwear down, raising your hips so you could slide them down more, watching as his cock sprung free. 

Add that to the list of things that were pretty about Naii. 

“You’re starin’, dollface,” He whispered, his hand wrapping around the base of his dick as he lazily pumped it.

“Not that I mind,” Nai added with a grin. You could see his canines peak out just barely again. "C'mere, raise your hips again- yeah, like that." 

His hands were firm on your hips, squeezing the fat on them just a little as he helped you. His hands were hot against your skin, almost uncomfortably so. You paid it no mind, too focused on the task at hand. Lining His tip with your entrance, you noticed the pearls of pre, slowly dribbling out. 

Lowering yourself, you sucked in a breath as his tip kissed your entrance, warm and slick. You were slow with it, taking him inch-by-inch, but Nai didn't seem to mind; it almost seemed like he enjoyed watching you struggle to take him in. 

He exhaled sharply as you sank down on him, your walls clamping around his shape. Mumbled curses left his lips; he hadn’t expected it to be so tight. You bit your lips, half of you ashamed that you let it get this far and the other half wanting more. You were embarrassed, but it was too late to back out now. 

Looking up at Naii through half-lidded eyes, you blinked slowly, your lashes giving butterfly kisses to your cheeks as you took a deep breath, bracing yourself, placing your hands on his shoulders as you started to ride him. It was clumsy, at first. Clumsy and slow. You didn’t rise all the way for fear of him getting out, but you also didn’t meet his base, for fear that he was too big.

Your hips stuttered as you rolled them; it was clear you didn’t know what you were doing. Chuckling, your tutor looked at you with an equally rosy face as his hands dug into your hips, helping you as he steadily quickened the pace, lifting and sinking you down on his cock, splitting you. A white ring soon formed around his shaft, strings of slick connecting you two everytime you rose up, only to be hidden as you fell. 

A cry slipped past your lips- Nai had pushed you down to his base, pressing his hand against your stomach as he nodded in approval. 

“So pretty,” He mumbled as he kept you down for a moment, basking in your warmth as he leaned over, biting your shoulder. His mouth was hot, teeth sharp as they made shallow scratches, breaking the skin. His tongue swiped at the peaking droplets of blood as he kept you there, arms firm around you. 

As you tried to move, he pinched your thigh, sighing heavily. 

“Knives?”

“Don’t… don’t move. Not yet. Let me…let me have this.” his voice was shaky, raspy as if he hadn’t spoken all day- which was quite the opposite. You comply, letting him be as you sat in his lap, full of him. Leaning into his touch, the tips of your fingers felt tingly, and nervous, as if a thousand butterflies had swarmed into your body. 

You stayed like that for a time before he slowly started to rock back into you. 

“Fuck…fuckin’- you feel so- why’re you so tight still? Makes no sense…relax around me, sweetheart. Wanna feel good, too, ya know? Just…fuck. Just lemme-” Nai sucked in a sharp breath. Suddenly, still in you, he wraps your legs around his waist as he lifted you up. You gasped, bracing yourself as he laid you out on the bed, crawling over you. Blue eyes pierced into your own, though this time it was as if rings of red began to swarm in his blue hues. Nai’s lips turned upwards into a crooked smirk, leaning over you, hiding you from view as he leaned in. An unspoken question, and you answered, raising your hands to his face as you captured his lips into a kiss, your lips molding against each other. 

It was far too late to deny kisses at this point. 

He bit your bottom lip, tugging at it before swiping his tongue across, asking for entrance, this time not waiting for an answer as he pushed into your mouth, his tongue meeting yours as he rocked his hips into yours.

Moans spilled from Nai’s lips, deep and heavy as he pulled away for air, just to dive back in as if he was intoxicated. 

The dorm bed creaked, old from previous uses from previous students, the springs weary and tired. Placing a hand by your head as if to cage you in, Naii looked at you with blown-out eyes.

“Thank you,”  He gasped, kissing you again as he muttered ‘thank you’ again and again. Praise fell from his lips, ‘sweet thing”, “doing so well,”, “just like that”, “I know you can take it. I know it,”. He was starting to get desperate, his movements getting sloppy as you began to space out, broken cries hiding his words. 

A knot formed in your stomach, the flurry of butterflies in your stomach becoming an army as you brace yourself. 

“Too much, Naii, it’s too much- can’t, I can’t-”

“You can love. I know it. Look at you, you’re doing so well.”

Kissing your tears away, his movements became erratic. He was close. You were close. 

If the RA were to be walking down the halls, you wouldn’t know. But the idea of getting caught…

You groaned, eyes closing tight as you felt yourself come undone, but Nai persisted, making you ride out your orgasm, cursing as you came around him, only to return the favor. 

Heat shot through your walls as he clamped a hand over your mouth when you screamed. It was intense, how the man above you forced you to ride it out, even when he himself was cumming. 

As Naj slumped into you, he released a shaky breath, voice quiet.

“Mine…all mine, right, sweet thing?”

He rolled over, pulling you on top of him, not waiting for an answer. 

You were spent, exhausted as you leaned into his touch. Your clothes stuck to your skin. You felt gross. 

And just as you were about to fall asleep, 

The RA banged on your door. 

[eggsaladsandwhic]

Wading in Waist-High Water

Tags: Established Relationship Knives x (F! Reader), Slightly NSFW, Angst but Comfort, Accidental Non-con(into it then not), CONSENT IS KEY, Very Feral Plant Behavior, Blood, Songfic

Update: EDITED THIS I ADDED MORE

Based around my little headcannons on him.

Had an idea while listening to this song that made me foam at the mouth. Knives invites you over in hoping to finally stake his claim and gets unbelievably down bad horny. Reader not being ready at all to tie themselves permanently to Knives it turns out ( I would lol). Knives gets frustrated cause he wishes he didn't do it.

"And we're finally aligning

More than maybe I can choose,"

Perhaps in the dead of night you should've gotten the signal of what Nai wanted from you. Calling you to come over late spontaneously is As you made your way to Nai's house in the dead of night, your heart was heavy with anticipation. The city was quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the gentle rustling of the leaves on the trees. He's never called you this late at night, so why tonight? Maybe you should've known better than listening to his soft and alluring words through the phone. The wish to please and not disappoint flows like a river through your skull. You grabbed half a dozen fresh poppy seed muffins off the counter on your way out for Vash. It has to be for Vash right? Maybe he's having a rough night and Nai knows how well you can comfort his brother, better than he can some days that's for sure. The walk was only a couple blocks from your apartment to the shared house they're currently renting. Standing in front of the door muffins in hand, a raised hand ready to knock, however Nai beat you to it already opening the door. Knived tendrils drag you in quickly and close the door behind, a small shout leaving your lips. Nai's arms and tendrils encircle you strongly while dulled blades flatten and smooth against your skin. When Nai opened the door, his eyes lit up with an intensity that made your heart drop and burn. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. At a time you would've feared this, his love even, but tonight feels different still. He had sent away the muffins as quickly as you brought them into the house and spoke no words. He brought a hand onto your lower back and guided you gently to his room, while all the tendrils from him slithered and pressed tight further. His gaze is hungry, wanting, it's something possessive, you're not dumb enough to not understand his intentions but you want to see how far he goes. Cruel on your part, to want to deny him his ritual, but you have boundaries that should not be pushed. Nai gets what he wants usually and while you loved him, sometimes he needs to learn the hard way. The door behind you clicks into it's lock, your eyes trace the blue markings trailing across your lovers body. As you stood in his room, the only light came from the moon filtering through the window. His fingers traced a line down your arm, and you could feel the weight of his blades encircle and constrict. He tilts his head in acknowledgement, his thoughts want you to tell him he looks pretty, let him bite into that skin of yours, be his please. His love was all-consuming, and he needed to fill you whole with himself.

"Soon as I knew you,

All so wide open

Wading inside of fire,"

Love makes you do stupid things and today it was the simple action of nodding your head. Keeping your gaze to him unwaveringly you sat on his bed, thumbing at the comforter below as you watch his movements precise. A blade passes by your left carotid artery, causing you to grit your teeth in pain as a small cut form and makes you instinctively bare your neck.

"And I love you so violent

More than maybe I can do,"

Nai doesn't let a moment pass to dive in at the opportunity and let's his fangs latch onto the source. His teeth sink in deep causing you to groan loudly and arch your back into his form, while his arms hold you in firm place. Nai leaned in and lapped the blood from your skin, his tongue tracing the line of the wound. His lips found yours, and you tasted the iron tang of your own blood on his tongue. Tendrils sneak around your wrists and pull them taut on the bed as small alarmed whimpers pass through your teeth. He grinds softly against your heat letting growls and purrs slip through the cracks of his dance to you. He's mumbling incoherently and keeps an iron grip on your hips, you can feel his erection sway with every movement. Feeling his hips grind against you, his hard length pressing against the inside of your thigh. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch as he sought to claim you as his own. You could feel his fangs grazing your skin, ready to sink in once more. It was too much, too fast, your brain overwhelming your senses. As panic and arousal warred within you, you knew that you had a choice to make. If you didn't stop him, he would take what he wanted without hesitation. Breathing heavily as Nai continued his onslaught you let your mind speak it's words;

'Nai I'm not ready'.

The blue dancing lights in your vision fade and the silver metal stops dancing around your skin. Tears prick the side of your eyes and your vision goes blurry as you feel the tension held snap like a rubber band. Nai's hands softly cup your face as he murmurs sweet nothings and leans your body upwards to sit. If you hadn't been officially crying before you're well aware you are now as you softly hiccup. Hands grasp your own and foreheads touch, a thrumming current passes through as you calm down. Nai looks to make sure the connection would heal the bite wound, and after a moment all was left was scar tissue and leftover blood. His brow furrows and back slouches in anger as he sits next to you on the bed, keeping a distance between you. You know it's not because of you, but because of the situation that brought him to this point.

'I was too much'

'Theres nothing wrong with loving too much'

'And if I tear you apart?'

'Would you take away what made you learn love?'

'....No'

You shuffle back to him and lean into his side, grasping the sides of his face and bring your foreheads together, reigniting the connection. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, and for tonight you understand. In this moment, you know that he's afraid, he hurts for hurting, but it's his love. It's a wish to latch on and cling, and sometimes his emotions burst at the seems and overflow into you. You hum a soft tune between you both, your bodies rock in unison while both of your eyes stay closed. Unbeknownst to Nai his markings mirror back onto your skin, a soft teal in comparison to his own tethered anchor. For tonight he understands, and your souls dance around in the moonlight.

'I love you Nai Saverem'

'And I to you'

"Now we're finally aligning

More than maybe I can choose,"

ITS 3AM BUT RAAAAAAAAAA. Jesus H. Christ that was full brain power. Anyways hope y'all enjoyed this snack as much I did writing it.

Edited this when I woke up 👍

[tenabrye]

Could i ask for 2 sets of knives headcanons?

1st, his reaction to the reader being able to play the piano, fairly well if not really well!

2nd, personality in a partner? Or for him (cuz ya know humans are gross and stuff) what would make him feel those “human feelings” for someone? What would they be like and act like in order for him to feel that way?

If you dont feel comfortable writing this thats okie dokie! Thank you in advance if you do 🫶🏻

Even though they're two different sets, I still put them on one post. I hope that's alright. :)

Playing the Piano

His initial reaction when happening upon you playing the piano is a mixture of surprise and intrigue. He's well aware that it's a talent capable of learning, yet he never thought you would know how. He would applaud you for surprising him with this, as it would be a first with a human, yet he decides not to and enjoys watching you play from the sidelines. Preferably out of sight or even in the shadows.

Knives doesn't approach you about this newfound knowledge of your talent right away, which happens to be his favorite way to pass time or do when alone. It does have him wonder about the reason as to why you hid such a thing from him. It's not like he cared about what his underlings did in their free time, however, he felt it was different with you. Everything was different when you were involved.

He hates that his mind is so clouded with the need to know, but more so because he's grown attached to you. Playing the piano was just another reason added to the imaginary list locked inside his brain. When approached by him inquiring about the little tune he heard from a piano the other day, you swore you saw the faintest little smirk on his lips as he requested demanded for you to play it again.

You slide into the spot at the piano and begin to play, your fingers moving across the keys in an all too familiar motion that produce the soft melody Knives inadvertently hums to.

When he slides into the spot beside you, you can't help but give him a quizzical look, being careful not to mess up your piano playing as you continue to stare at him. He pays no mind as his hands move to match the motion of yours, mimicking the melody alongside you. It's strange for him to show so much interest in someone, let alone a human, but you won't comment on it, and neither would he. For now.

After this, you notice how he's always around every time you play the piano. Oftentimes joining you and, when not, he's off to the side, watching you play. Sometimes he'll close his eyes and hum along with the music, too. This soon becomes a thing between the two of you.

Knives will also bring up various other pieces to play, as if hinting towards another session together. He will also take it upon himself to teach you new pieces as well, his hands atop yours and guiding them to the correct keys. Neither of you can deny how close such a simple activity brings the two of you together.

Personality in a Partner

He may try and deny his feelings for as long as he wants to, but even that blows up in his face in the end. For him to like someone in such a way, let alone a human being, they will have to pique his interest and pique it very, very well. He is the type that simply has someone at his side because they are of use to him, as is such for those that follow him, yet things seem to be different when he starts to feel strange. It will take a bit of time for him to come to terms with his feelings, slowly understand each little reasoning behind the way he feels for that person.

That being said, patience would definitely be something his partner would have to have. Or at least be a preference. He's in uncharted territory with his feelings, and so a partner that can understand that and be patient with him would really just put him at ease through it all. He also isn't vocal about a lot of things, especially his feelings right now, but to have a partner that is will actually be a relief. One to let him know that they can both give him space yet also be there if he wishes them to be.

Not to be taken in the spicy sense, but Knives is dominant through and through. His partner doesn't have to be the opposite entirely, but he just sees himself as the more dominant between the two. He has the means to protect not only himself but also his partner, so he would prefer someone that wouldn't mind such a thing. If they're incredibly headstrong in the sense that they can protect themselves, well, he just finds that endearing.

He's not as sympathetic or empathetic as his twin, if at all, however, having a partner can change that with him. Not fully, but the slightest would do. He doesn't understand human matters and often doubts he would, but for them, he may lend an ear to listen to their troubles. Perhaps even suggest that he take care of it himself. Don't let him, or do, he'd probably just do it regardless. If they show any empathy or even sympathy for him in certain situations, he may feel strange about it. More so when he realizes such care for him is real and not fake, but he won't ever say how welcoming and even comforting it feels to him.

Morals are indifferent to him. Very few things would matter to him--plants, his brother, and most likely his partner--so everything else could quite literally burn and he wouldn't bat an eye at it. If his partner has morals, well, he probably wouldn't mind. He knows humans all think and hold certain values that differentiate with each singular one. It would certainly aggravate him when he realizes such morals and values rub off on him, though he wouldn't mind in the end.

Knives isn't a very energetic man and prefers silence most of the time, so a partner that enjoys the same would be delightful. They don't have to sit in silence and do nothing. They could be reading or even doing something of interest. He also doesn't mind a bit of small talk here and there about simple things. It really throws him off when such talk is How was your day or How are you feeling today, but he answers it nonetheless with a one-word response.

He tends to like those with curiosity, or those that show interest in something he does or an idea he may have. Some topics can be touchy, such as when he first began playing the piano, or what his favorite book is, as it delves into his past that involves Rem and his twin. That's not to say he won't decline to answer, but it may be just that and nothing more.

Overall, he would like someone different than him. Someone that does things differently and has interests that don't align with his own. Someone that could pique his interest and perhaps even break down a few of his walls. Someone he can definitely learn a lot from, in a good way. However, be advised that he can be possessive, but surely his partner wouldn't mind, right?

[loneworldgazer]

thinking about knives x chubby/curvy! scientist

(reader is afab)

(rolls around like an animal in my bed)

really there wasn't anything interesting about you, knives thought. you were just one of other devoted scientists like con'rad that works with him, your aloof and quiet personality makes it easier to work with you and hey, elendira took a liking in annoying you and he saw how level headed and patient you are so that's a win-win.

but what happens when you show a sliver of skin to him? he's seen humans with a bit of fat and skin to him but your body intrugues him.

when you take off your coat and unbutton your blouse a little, he sees some chub poking out in it and you resist the urge to scream of how silent he appeared. you always hide away your body, slinking away to other places to change whenever you accidentally spill or feel hotter in the lab.

he wants to touch you, you'd let him right?

(i actually don't where i'm going with this but omg imagine knives is like woah!!?!?!?! chubbiness????? so attractive to me????!?)

[strawurberries]

Warning: Sexual content ‼️

I love the creativity everyone has about what Vash and Nai's dicks would look like. Personally I love the idea that they have a hole, similar to a vagina, and if you touch them just right, you'll get the honor of riding their dick—but it isn't easy, no, because their genitalia is made for breeding pollination so you best believe they're going to have you there for hours, practically bathing in their fluids (Nai totally spits at his partner, can't convince me otherwise). Vash would be so apologetic about it, mumbling sorry's as he grabs your hips tightly to cum inside you for the fifth time but Nai? It's an honor you get to be used as a cum dumpster so you better fucking appreciate it and tell him so. Don't like letting them cum inside? Better have a shower available because, baby, you're gonna need it Vash secretly loves seeing his cum on your face, makes him flustered and needy. Nai likes cumming in your mouth, watching you struggle to swallow it all, makes him feel in control. And I adore the head cannons that they have extra appendages (tentacles, petals, roots, etc). Vash would have softer things—a slightly textured dick with his blue markings, the head wrapped together in four petals that open and bursts when he cums, little roots that prod and explore you while he fucks you into oblivion. Nai is different—a rougher, more textured cock that looks as if it's been tangled in vines, his markings are so bright you have to close your eyes as you give him a blowjob. The vines are deceivingly strong and hold you in place no matter what, leaving harsh red lines across your thighs. The tip of his dick is similar to Vash's but instead of the petals opening and letting his cum pour out, several stamen (the pollen producing organ in a flower) slam into you impossibly deeper just to make sure you're well bred pollinated. Vash, though, has a lot more cum than Nai, and won't stop until he's bled dry. Nai can go for an hour or two (maybe a couple more if he's really into it) before he's either bored, tired, or dried up. Vash? Could go all night if you wanted, sore and achy the next morning yet somehow still ready for another round.

[miamochi-writes]

Hi there! I recently discovered you and love your blog! It’s so cute! Also your Knives x reader got me feeling things 😍 I love how you describe their playing! Please tell me we get a part 2 for it?🥹

A/n: Hi! These are some of the many asks I’ve gotten on making a continuation for the Like Crazy Knives post I did. I’m surprised there was such a demand (8 people asking or messaging me for this)! So without further ado, part 2 ✨ Here's a link to Part 1 of Like Crazy 

It had been days since Knives issued out his order of finding Y/n to his men and followers. He was determined to find their location and wanted updates constantly on any signs or clues that might lead to them. Knives would gladly use his blades to show no mercy on anyone who was unwilling to cooperate or spotted any signs of laziness. Even Legato and Con'rad weren't safe from the plant's fury despite being his closest allies.

In the meantime, Knives would meet with Y/n in their dreams. Whether it be comforting them through talking or the usual piano sessions, Knives savored each moment. He longed and needed their companionship. Y/n and their dream was his sanctuary from all the humans he had to tolerate with. Some days, Y/n showed up much more lively with that sparkle in their eyes. Yet, there were days when they could barely play a few notes. Or worse, there was no dream meet up for the night. When that happened, Knives knew the humans were doing more unethical experiments on Y/n, and would yell at his men to look and investigate harder.

But when Knives did meet Y/n in their dreams, he was always welcomed with:

"Knives, you're here again!"

"Knives, let's do a duet together. I've been practicing!"

"As long as you're here with me, I can keep going."

"Let me listen to you Knives, it comforts me."

Each time Knives heard or saw Y/n, a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders temporarily. It meant they were still alive and holding on as best as they can for him. Who knew such a presence affected the blonde plant this much? So far, Y/n hadn't been able to find any clues on where their whereabouts were. Regardless of each day, they never gave up on looking. But Knives knew Y/n would tell him immediately if they ever found something that could lead to their location.

Just like any other night, Knives was just finishing playing with Y/n in the serene and colorful meadow as they always did. As he was about to hit the last few notes, he could spot the dream starting to fade slowly. Y/n already let out a sigh as they hit the last few notes. They looked to him and leaned their head on his left arm.

"It's time to go already huh?" they asked as Knives pulled Y/n close to his side. He exhaled and gave them a slight squeeze as he looked at their e/c eyes.

"Unfortunately, but know that I'm not giving up on finding you. My men are searching as we speak. In fact, I was informed that after exploring certain areas, we narrowed our search to three regions. We found some ships, but they were either empty long ago or housed other creatures," Knives spoke. Y/n smiled at him as their sullen mood shifted to a more excited aura.

"That's great news to hear! I'm still keeping my eyes and ears peeled on where I'm at. In fact, I overheard I might have another human observe me during tests. I'm going to see if I can get any information out of them," they added.

"All I ask is that you stay cautious and be strong. Until we meet again, Y/n," Knives answered as he held onto them one more time. Y/n looked at them with that smile of theirs that brought Knives a sense of comfort. They held his hand and gave a quick gentle squeeze.

"I will, because one day we will meet and I won't have to wake up to anymore experiments again. Until then, wait for me Knives," they finished as they faded away. Knives opened his eyes as he saw his familiar piano room once more. His arms were empty again as he clenched his fists. The plant got up and left the room. He called out for Legato and demanded updates and the status of the search once more.

~*~

Two days had passed and Knives was in a sour mood. He was informed that one of his followers found a ship the next day after meeting with Y/n. But alas, it only contained corpses of humans and dependent plants. Later on that evening, Knives tried to dream but he kept waking up to his piano room. He played vigorously on the piano keys to vent off his frustrations and worries. Each note resonated within the walls of his headquarters. Anyone that heard the music, knew to braces themselves for the rough night ahead.

By the second night, Knives decided to fall asleep earlier as his only update was that his men were moving towards west of JuLai city. When he closed his eyes, he hoped that he wouldn't wake up to the same room. Once 5 minutes passed, the blonde opened his eyes he smiled after seeing the serene meadow once again. Before he could make his way to the usual meetup spot, he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"KNIVES! KNIVES!"

Knives turned around to see Y/n running towards him. His eyes furrowed as this was a first, yet he could hear the sense of urgency in their voice. Y/n grabbed onto his shoulders as he steadied them by holding their arms.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" he asked as the fellow plant was catching their breath.

"I was able to find a clue Knives! The new crew member that was observing me...I got information Knives!" they spoke while trying to catch their breath. Knives was in complete shock as he held tightly onto Y/n as their eyes widened from this information.

"What do you know Y/n?" he demanded as Y/n nodded.

"I was able to over their conversation while they were testing me. This human said he transferred over from one of the many cities nearby to the ship I'm in. He said he travels on this thing called a Thomas every day to get to this place. But the last thing I heard was they can hear the steamer when outside," Y/n explained as Knives started piecing things together.

"Y/n, I think I know where you might be. Thank you for finding that out! I'll have my men search immediately!" he answered with the biggest smile creeping in. But the moment did not last long as the meadow started fading immediately. The plant was shocked as Y/n was starting to panic.

"They're waking me up to do more tests Knives. That's why I haven't been able to meet as much. They've been conducting more since the new person showed up. Please hurry and find me Knives!" Y/n called as they held onto his hands tightly in fear of being separated once more.

"Y/n! I'm coming for you! Stay strong for me," he called out as Y/n started to fade away. Knives reached his hand out towards them in desperation before they both faded. Knives jolted awake as he saw the piano he slept on earlier. He then left the room and sped towards Legato to share the new information he received. Everyone tensed at the plant's presence as they were shocked to see him up.

"Everyone check for ships near the Hopeland Orphanage and the Terminal area this instant. That's an order!" Knives called out as everyone scattered into their positions.

~*~

After giving commands, Knives went back to the piano room to play more musical pieces that crescendoed gradually. He instructed everyone not to bother him unless they found the ship or any leads that could take him to his destination. Knives was filled with anticipation just thinking that he finally found something that would lead him closer to Y/n. Oh how he couldn't contain his emotions as they flowed through each note and chord. It wasn't until sunset that Con'rad knocked and entered into the piano room.

"We found a ship Northeast of the Terminal. Legato said he spotted a few people walking in and out from it. He managed to spot on of their ID cards that said Ship 8," the doctor informed as Knives smirked.

"So, we finally found it. I'll be on my way then," Knives spoke as he closed the piano and dawned on his cloak.

~*~

Legato brought Knives to the ship that was concealed between multiple dunes in the desert. Legato forced the door open with his abilities, as Knives walked inside. The ship alarm went off as people were panicking inside. The plant couldn't stand of the incessant noise as he used his blades to silence them once and for all. Some of the humans brought out weapons to defend themselves, but Knives merely scoffed as he continued to walk. Meanwhile, Legato would take care of the crew members and force open every door they passed by. Knives glanced at each room to find the usual bedrooms. He kept walking deeper inside the ship until he spotted three people guarding one room.

"Stay back! Just what do you want from us?!" one of them yelled.

"Where are your plants?" Legato asked.

"You can't have them! We spent years of research just keeping them alive. We're so close to making a breakthrough!" another one argued as Knives figured he must be getting closer. The plant whipped his blades at the humans while Legato forced open the door. Inside were several dependents plants resting in their chambers. Further down was another room. Knives felt something calling out to him the closer he walked to the room. Once Legato forced open the door, inside was another human and behind him was a confinement cell that consisted of lost technology. But inside, Knives saw a passed out figure that he's come to recognize instantly and gently spoke, "Y/n"

"Y-y-you want them? Here! Take 'em! Just please spare me! I was only following orders!" the human begged as he pressed a button that seemed to unlock the cell Y/n was in. This had to be one of the people that subjected Y/n to all those tests. Knives glared at him and cast multiple sharp tendrils to silence the human as he stepped inside the cell. The plant slowly reached his hand to Y/n and brushed off a few stray hairs from their face. Oh he couldn't believe he finally found the one person in his dreams. He then noticed their breathing was slow, but their chest slowly rose and fell steadily.

Knives gently picked up Y/n in his sturdy arms, bridal style. Y/n was light and frail but they had all the qualities that the blonde grew fond of. Knives finally got what he came for as he motioned to Legato that his business here was done. Legato walked out of the room first to clear the path in case oany other humans attacked. As the plant took a few steps, Y/n began to stir as Knives stopped in his tracks. His sky eyes met their e/c eyes widen.

"Knives? Is that really you? Am I dreaming?" Y/n spoke softly as they reached their hand to touch the blonde's face smiled.

"Yes Y/n, it is. And no, this is reality. I finally came for you. We're leaving this ship together," he replied with a genuine smile. Y/n's eyes lit up and wrapped their other hand behind their neck.

"I never thought I'd see the day where you finally rescue me from this place. Thank you for never giving up on me Knives," Y/n spoke as they held on tightly to the plant. Knives leaned in closely to Y/n's face as he rested his forehead onto theirs. He was savoring this very moment, while reassuring them that they were now safe under his care.

"I should be thanking you for helping me find you through those dreams. Now let's go to your new home. Far away from this place where you'll never be experimented on again by these pesky humans," he cooed and placed a gentle kiss on their forehead. He looked again to see a pink blush dusted on their cheeks as Y/n fondly looked at them. They nuzzled their head onto his neck as Knives continued to walk towards the exit. Finally, Knives was able to accomplish one of his goals of saving a fellow dear plant. No more anxiously waiting to see Y/n temporarily through dreams or agonize over whether they would show up or not. No more seeing them in pain or constantly worry about their time being limited. Now, he was finally united with his beloved Y/n as he intended to never let them go or be separated anymore. Now, his loneliness was replaced with the warmth that Y/n brought as Knives looked forward to spending more uninterrupted time with them in his humble abode.

[smallnekomata]

My Goodbye (God!Knives x Reader)

A/N: I am so sorry I just need to get this thing out of my head because I’ve been putting this song on repeat yet again and took inspiration from it.... Well, I was daydreaming about it but I just really had to write it down. I’m sorry if it feels like its all over the place but I hope y’all enjoy it TwT

Content: Knives x Reader, angst, reader is Knives chosen champion, but everything fell apart coz hehe

When the gods had agreed to choose a human champion to guide, Knives was the only one who was left without one.

He claimed that he wanted the best. One that can catch up to his strictness and one who strived for perfection as he does.

The god of war wanted no weak humans to serve as his champion.

Then you came.

You had caught his interest. Your eagerness. Your sarcasm.

He took you under his wing and trained you. Molded you to his liking.

You were feared on the battlefield by your fellow humans, cutting everything in your way, and that alone delighted Knives.

But after meeting Vash, the god of love and peace, you changed.

You had grown too soft.

Once you had sliced down a man without remorse and now, you can't even kill your enemy because you had grown to be merciful.

He stood there before you, a menacing glare in his steel blue eyes as he looked down at your figure.

"You were reckless, sentimental at best." Knives spat and you could have sworn there was venom in his words as his fists clenched to his side and he glared daggers at you. "That's not a teaching of mine."

"You've grown soft." He said as he started to circle around you as if he was a predator looking for your weak spot. "Your dead friends can attest." The god of war growled into your ear.

You felt anger surge within you and turned to hit him but he caught your wrist, stopping your attack.

"Put your emotions aside." He said, sneering in disgust as he let go of you when you pulled your arm away from him as you glared.

"You're a warrior, feared by your fellow mortals, and lead your army to victories." Knives said as he stood up straight and scowled at you.

He doesn't know where he went wrong and it frustrated him to no end.

It was Vash's fault.

It was his damned twin brother's fault that he was losing you like this.

"You're not fit to be my champion anymore." He said and his words made you look up at him in surprise.

"What-"

"This way, you won't disappoint me and waste my damn time." Knives growled as he stopped in front of you, his eyes staring into your soul.

"That's like you, why should I be surprised?" You scoffed as you stepped closer to him, meeting his glare with your own.

"Selfish, prideful, and vain." You sneered.

"Unlike you, every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain." You continued as you took a step forward, tightly clenching your fists. "What good is the title of being your champion if I'll never sleep at night? Never be at ease. Never living a peaceful life."

"I once looked up to you. I thought that there might even be a chance that you'll see me as something more." You said, feeling your voice shake ever so slightly and your gaze softened for a moment before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

When you open your eyes again, Knives can see the apathetic look in your gaze. One that suddenly made his heartache at the look that you were giving him.

"But now we're done." You said and crossed your arms over your chest. "At least that way, you're out of my head and I don't have to deal with your every single shit."

"Aren't you glad?" You said, your voice slowly rising as you glared up at him. "That you don't have to waste your time on some mortal like me."

Your words riled Knives up and he gritted his teeth.

"I'm not looking for a friend, Y/n." The god of war said as he glared at you. "You showed promise when you first came to me and I trained you to be my champion but it seems I was mistaken."

"What a waste of effort." He scoffed but that was the final straw for you.

"At least I know what I'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known!!!!" You shouted as you pointed at him. "Since you claim you're so much wiser, why is your life spent all alone?!"

"You're alone, Knives!!! You push everyone away!!!!" You yelled, your voice echoing as you angrily looked up at him.

The two of you stared each other down, the tension was thick between the two of you.

Knives stared down at you. He could have killed you right here and then… but those words echoed in his mind.

There was silence for a few moments and he stared at you. You could see the flicker of regret and sadness in his eyes and he sighed.

"One day, you'll hear what I'm saying." He said, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he reached to cup your cheek with his hand. "One day, you might understand."

His action surprised you as he rubbed his thumb over your cheek.

"One day… but not today." Knives whispered as he slowly pulled away. "For after all... you're just a mortal." He said as he stepped back.

His form starts to shimmer and he stared at you with an emotionless expression on his face.

“Consider this as my goodbye, Y/n.” He said as he vanished into thin air. You felt his presence gone from your mind, along with the blessings that he bestowed upon you when he made you his champion.

Except he left one blessing with you... One that would protect you from danger.

Once he was gone, you felt tears surfaced in your eyes as your knees gave way under you and you covered your face with your hands as you sobbed.

He was truly gone and out of your life.

You wanted to say good riddance but…

Why does it hurt?

[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — millions knives

boxer!knives, BLOOD, slight violence, slightly suggestive ngl

idk anything about boxing sorry i just think knives is hot

even from inside of the clinic, you hear the shouts and cheers of his name, a constant chant of ‘knives! knives! knives!” you couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing that your boyfriend’s match started not even ten minutes ago and he already claimed the victory in three rounds.

shuffling around the other boxers in the clinic, you look for a clean towel for when knives comes in. he always does this: before and after every match he comes in to see you, the nurse of the arena, whether or not he has injuries. and sometimes he comes in pretending like his wrist or shoulder hurts, when in reality, he would never let anyone wear him out that bad.

the door swings open, practically slamming against the wall as knives stands in the door way. his face serious and brooding as he looks down at everyone in the clinic. there’s sweat running down in rivulets over the smooth skin of his chest, dripping from his platinum blonde hair. a patch of crimson blood on his right glove, a clear sign of his finishing blow, a clear sign of his victory.

“everyone out.” knives demands with a straight face while shifting on his feet, opening a space for them to leave through the door.

and immediately everyone, both nurses and other boxers, leave with their heads down, knowing they’ve been denied to help with wounds or they’ve been knocked out once or twice by knives himself. he didn’t want them around and that was final.

knives shuts and locks the door behind the last of them as they leave. you lean back against the counter as you watch him silently walk in and sit up on the examination table like a child at their doctors appointment.

“you can’t keep on hogging the clinic like this, you know.” you huff and walk over to his side with a towel. knives pointedly looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“yes i can,” he angrily replies and begins to rip the velcro away on his gloves, shucking them off and throwing them to the side, smearing blood on the table. “this is my clinic.”

“oh yea? how’s that?” you smile amusedly, unfazed by his tone. you step into his vicinity, gently parting his knees with your hips and raising the soft towel up to his face. knives’ eyebrows raise slightly at your actions; nevertheless, he closes his eyes and lets you press the cloth against his forehead.

“because this is your clinic, and you’re mine.” he says simply, his tone slightly more gentle yet possessive.

you smile and nod absentmindedly at his words, softly dabbing at the blood by his temple. even though you nag him about kicking people out of the clinic, you can’t help but enjoy the quiet time you spend with him.

with you it’s always different from how knives acts in the ring. he always spits insults mid-fight and he sometimes continues the shit talking outside of the ring after the match ends. he’s a little unhinged in the way that he acts around the other boxers: arrogant, violent, and mean.

but with you, knives’ demeanor tames like pouring cool water over hot embers. he can’t help the way it fizzles out when you touch him or look at him. sometimes he feels himself switch when he’s with you, like he becomes someone entirely different. the same hands that leave others bruised and bloody are the same ones that reach up and gently wrap around your wrist, stopping your motions so he can lean in.

“wha- hey! i just started!” you exclaim as he begins to pull your hand away. you try and tug your arm out of his grasp when you notice blood continuing the drip from his cace. even as you try to remove yourself from his hold, he easily keeps you still.

“shh…” knives coos, his other hand reaching up to grab your face. his warm fingers gently squeezing your cheeks together, forcing you to pucker up for him.

you squeak as he connects his lips to yours, its firm and demanding the way he presses and pulls against you. squeezing a little more when he wants you to part your lips, taking what he wants, leaving you breathless. you can taste him in the back of your mouth when he finally lets you go.

you’re panting, using the same towel to wipe the of drool off your chin and quite frankly you don’t know if it’s yours or his.

“nai you fucker-“

“it’s my clinic, i control what happens inside of it.” knives says like it’s the simplest thing ever. his eyes flutter shut, waiting for you to resume cleaning him up like he didn’t just shove his tongue down your throat.

sure he was soft for you, but that didn’t mean he had to get rid of his arrogant self entirely.

you curse under your breath, yet you shakily bring the towel back up and dab the sweat dripping down his neck as he grins with his eyes closed.

[bloodypeachblog]

Hey..soo.... I did another character.ai thing, but this time with Vash and Knives. It ended up like a vee thing (vee = a relationship where two people are in a relationship with a person, but the two people are not dating and/or sleeping with each other). It has no smut or any hint of that at all, it's just a fluffy romance thing. I REALLY wanna write it as a fanfic, but I've heard about proships/antiships and was worried people might get angry and think of it as that. I'm not for proships either, don't get me wrong here. But I figured that if Vash and Knives aren't doing anything with each other and don't feel that way for each other (because they're brothers and if they did, that'd be incest, very very ew) and are just sharing Y/N, it should work out fine. But I want your opinion.

So with that context...