#nicholas d wolfwood x reader fluff

[bendycxmet]

Crowd—Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Summary: You watch as Wolfwood tries to find you in a crowd.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Pairing: gn!reader x Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Content: down bad reader and Wolfwood, mainly fluff, gets a lil cheesy but oh whale

A long day of traveling calls for a long lunch break, you and Wolfwood decide. Tucking yourselves into a restaurant at the edge of town, Wolfwood lets a low whistle out at the populated cafe.

“Just our luck to pick possibly the most popular restaurant in town when we’re starving.”

Your stomach grumbles aggressively at the smell of fresh food wafting in from the kitchen. Your nose twitches. Ahh, grilled Tomas. You cast your eyes to the menu hanging from the wall, immediately honing in on the longest description. You wanted something filling as a reward for the amount of steps you’ve accumulated for the day.

“Mind ordering me the Tomas Special? Gril-”

“Grilled with a side of hot sauce. Want some fruit juice too?” Wolfwood finishes. You smile at his thoughtfulness, nodding. 

“Exactly that. You already know me.” You pinch his side, Wolfwood yelping and jolting out of your reach. “I’m gonna go find us a table before someone takes our chance to rest our feet.”

“Don’t go too far, sweetness.” 

You wave your hand behind your back, focused on your search for a table. You find a tabletop outside, right beneath some fans. Perfection. You take a seat, watching as Wolfwood walks up to the counter to place your guys’ order. Your mind wanders, disassociating from your surroundings as you observe every detail that is Wolfwood.

His long eyelashes caressing his sternful eyes, the gentle slope of his bumpy nose, leading you to his plump lips forming the words of your order. You gaze down to his lean but broad shoulders that constantly tote the monster of a cross across his back, his long legs that are in a wide stance, demanding space and authority from those around him. Your eyes catch on his sturdy hands that quickly grasp the change that the cashier hands to him, pocketing it as he turns to look around the cafe.

You decide to toy with him for a bit, letting him look around for you. You wanted to continue your ogling a bit longer. His sunglasses are for once not obscuring his eyes, but instead hanging from his coat pocket. Wolfwood’s regal face is set in a way that the crowd flows around him, choosing to not get in the way of someone whose looks could kill. If you didn’t know him, you’d also avert your eyes. 

Instead, you lean your hand against your fist, softly smiling at the man you call your own. Whenever you are separated, you love to watch the people around Wolfwood as he searches for his other half. Wolfwood has a mission, and that is to be at your side again. 

“Why don’t you make it easier for me to find you in this hell? Raise your hand next time, sheesh,” Wolfwood admonishes you.

“That’s no fun, Nico. You look ready to murder someone if you don’t find me within the next minute, yanno that?” 

“So what I’m hearing is you do want me to put someone six feet under? Never took you to be violent, babe.” You shove him, only able to push him one foot away with how sturdy he is. If you didn’t know better, he let you push him so far. He chuckles at your antics. 

“Not what I mean! It’s just fun to see what you look like to other people when you aren’t looking at me.” He goes silent. You peer up at him, wondering where the usual witty remark is. You smirk at his pink cheeks. “Aw, is someone embarrassed?”

“Ugh, shove it.” He looks away, mumbling his next sentences. “Can’t fault a guy for wanting to look at his sweetness. You’re a sight for sore eyes compared to the uglies that wanna test me.”

“Ohh, so you’re calling me pretty??”

He rolls his eyes before looking down at you, lips quirked, silently answering your question. 

You laugh at how childish he acted early in your relationship. It took some time to thaw the ice that surrounded Wolfwood, ice that had formed as a result of a hard life that he rarely spoke of. So it was no surprise when it was hard for him to admit his feelings for you, especially such soft and tender ones.

He wasn’t familiar with the warmth he felt whenever you smiled at him, wrongfully diagnosing his racing heart as a premonition to some unseen danger in the area instead of feelings of love. That was uncharted territory for him. He was glad now that he could show you just how important you were to him. Now where the hell are they?

A sudden, melodic laugh alerts his senses to his right, eyes finally seeing a charming sight. His eyes skip over the mounds of heads that stand in the way of you leaning against your hand, a graceful smile painted across your face as you watch him. Your eyes are half-lidded, a serene yet distracted look hidden beneath your lashes. 

His heart stutters. He hates when it does that. He’d been trained ruthlessly to maintain an even and lethal composure in his day-to-day work by the Eye of Michael, but when it comes to you, years of training are forgotten. He knows the admiration etched in your entire body comes from watching his every move. It’s what he sees everytime you two look at each other. You look at him as if he was better to look at than the setting suns. 

Your smile deepens, eyes crinkling as you watch Wolfwood’s stony facade melt. He has never turned that predatorial intent on you, only ever offering you the soft, slight joy that is carved into his features when he sees you. 

His long strides carry him to you in no time, dragging his stool closer to your side. He sits down close enough that your knees touch, an affirmation that he is next to you. 

“You’re just never gonna wave me down, huh?”

“Nah, don’t feel like it.” Wolfwood hangs his head, sighing. A couple beats of comfortable silence pass. You blink slowly at the hustle and bustle of the cafe, watching customers waving their receipts at the waiter. Are they killing the Tomas out back? What is taking so long? You manage to hear one of the angry customers ask.

“You did it again.”

“Did what?” Wolfwood looks up.

“You walk around like you own the place. Hell, the whole town. People move out of your way. You got that much power without realizing it, Nico.” He cocks his head at you. Of course he doesn’t notice. “You’re scary. These people know without you even saying it that you can be a liability.” You let out a short laugh. 

“Hey, what’s the big idea? You just said I’m scary!”

“Yeah, but never to me. I know where your technique comes from.” He leans into your space now, eyes fully focused on you, gaze sweeping over your features. His fingers play with yours on the table, lightly lacing your hands together.

“Oh, you know me that well? I can say you don’t know the half of it,” Wolfwood brings his lips to your knuckles, grazing them softly. You recognize him trying to turn the tables, trying to steer you away from your analysis.

“Did you know you look at me as if I put the moons in the sky? Or if I was one of the stars decorating the night sky?” Your comparisons stem from the way that Wolfwood looks when night falls: peaceful. Almost glad that the darkness helps hide whatever burdens he still carries.

He brings your hand up to cover his face, knuckles now brushing his forehead. Maybe that was too poetic on your end. “I know without you even saying it that you love me, Nico. It’s written all over your face–is what I’m trying to say.” 

He rubs his forehead against your hand. “...maybe you do know the half of it.” A quick peck to your lips throws you for a loop for the first time that day. He separates only by an inch, ensuring that the next couple of words are for your ears only. “Let me say it out loud, then. I love you.”

“ORDER NUMBER 56 FOR NICOLE! GRILLED TOMAS SPECIAL AND A TOMAS BURGER!”

Groaning, Wolfwood’s head falls onto your shoulder. 

“That idiot of a cashier can’t hear for his life.” You chuckle, hand coming up to pet his hair.

“Whatever you say, Nicole. Now hurry up and get our food before someone snatches it.” 

With that, Wolfwood kisses the side of your neck before jogging to the counter. 

You rub where his lips were, heart racing. Damn him. He always manages to leave you speechless. 

a/n: yeah i needed to distance myself from my upcoming vash smut so woe wolfwood fic be upon ye

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[teddybeartoji]

spending a slow morning with wolfwood…

you can smell the coffee, you can hear eggs sizzling on the pan. 

leaning against the doorframe, you let yourself have a moment to take in the sight before you. donning a simple white t-shirt, a pair of plaited boxer shorts and mismatched socks – you think he looks perfect. his hair is a proper mess and it gets only worse when he casually cards his hand through the dark locks; your fingers itch to do the same, to teasingly tug at the roots just to hear him go ‘a-ah!’ before softly pinching your side. 

you can see the yellow strap around his neck and you smile to yourself; the thought of him grabbing the silly little apron you gifted him all on his own, without you having to beg him to put it on, is awfully endearing. 

(though he always wears it with pride, he just really loves it when you cling to his side and stare up at him with your puppy-dog eyes, pleading for him to put the thing on with a small pout on your lips.) 

wolfwood’s humming a quiet tone as he sways from side to side ever so slightly and you can’t wait any longer. tip-toeing across the floor, you make your way to him and wrap your hands around his middle the second he’s in your reach. he doesn’t jump, he doesn’t even flinch. 

he just lets out a content little hum instead. 

immediately, he melts into your touch – his shoulders slump as he grows just a tad smaller in order to get closer to you. the corners of his lips tug upward when he feels your fingers find their way under his shirt, gently ghosting over his sides and his stomach as you press yourself flush to him. 

“good morning, sleepyhead.”a few octaves lower, way raspier than usual – his voice has your heart stuttering. you nuzzle your face into his back while giving him a squeeze and wolfwood rewards you with a chuckle. he knows exactly what expression you’re wearing without even having to look at you and he loves it. 

he’s so warm against you and he smells so fucking good that your brain can’t help but conjure up an image of a human-sized cinnamonroll. you laugh into his shirt and wolfwood’s eyebrows shoot up, curiosity swimming in his mind as he tries to peer at you over his shoulder. “what’s so funny now, hm?”

“oh, nothing, nothing…” 

he reaches behind him to ruffle your hair before turning back to his cooking. he takes a sip of his coffee and hums as if it’s the first time he’s drinking it. you feel the sound; it reverberates through his chest and comes out almost like a purr. you hug him a little tighter and press into him a little further.

and you stay there with him until he’s all done, waddling alongside him while he makes you a cup of coffee like you’re glued to him. he doesn’t complain. 

wolfwood places the food and the mugs on the table and then guides you to your chair and it’s then when he finally lets out a proper laugh. “how are we supposed to eat like this, dummy?” 

“but you’re so soft and so warm, wolfie…”

he forces down a coo at the sound of the silly nickname you’ve given him. with his big hands, he peels you from his back with little to no effort and sits you down behind the table. 

oh… 

still a bit groggy, with a few pillowlines still decorating your cheeks, you stare up at him with a sleepy smile on your face. and if that wasn’t enough to make his heart beat a little faster, the fact that you’re wearing his shirt will most definitely do the trick.

“you little thief…”

“hey, it belonged to just some guy, alright,” the little giggle you give him is almost enough to have his knees buckling from under him. wolfwood is a weaker man than he thought. “i’m sure he won’t mind…” 

way weaker. 

coffee, eggs and something sweet—

he reckons he's found his new favourite morning bite.

[vashyr]

୨۪୧  ִ  　トライガン 　⁝ 　𝘥𝘰𝘨 　𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦　 ֺ   ⑅ 　( ♡ )

— 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘯: 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 ִ  ۫  ˒

˚꒰♡꒱‧ I gasped out loud when I saw this request, you are so smart <3

When you first bring Wolfwood home, Vash’s reaction isn’t what you expect. Usually, he’s thrilled at the prospect of meeting new people or bringing a guest into his space, but today, his excitement fades into a quiet sadness. His golden retriever ears droop, and his tail—usually a blur of wagging joy—is still.

He lingers in the doorway, eyes wide with uncertainty, watching as you help Wolfwood settle in. You notice how Vash's gaze flickers, how his shoulders slump as he takes in the sleek, graceful figure of Wolfwood, a dark-furred hybrid with piercing eyes and an air of mystery that’s so unlike Vash’s open, bright nature.

“Vash?” you call, patting your lap, hoping to coax him over with a comforting smile. For a moment, he hesitates, glancing between you and Wolfwood. The black cat hybrid is already sprawled across the couch, his gaze cool and assessing as he sizes up his new surroundings.

Vash watches this quietly, his usual liveliness replaced by a pensive, almost hurt expression. His tail twitches just once before falling still again.

He pads over, finally, but it’s slow, each step hesitant. When he reaches you, he lowers his head, his golden ears flattened against his head, and he gazes up at you with those big, puppy eyes that are now filled with something achingly sad. He doesn’t sit up or press his head against your hand as he normally would; instead, he just stares, shoulders slumped, looking almost heartbreakingly vulnerable.

“Are you replacing me... mama?” His voice is a soft, unsure murmur, and you feel your heart clench. You’ve never seen him like this—Vash, who’s usually full of boundless energy, his love so wide and open it fills every corner of the room. Now, though, his warmth is gone, replaced by this quiet fear.

He’s never really had to share your attention with anyone before, and now, with Wolfwood here, it’s as if he’s questioning his entire place in your life.

“No puppy,” you say, pulling him close and cradling his face in your hands. “You’re still my best boy.” You give him a soft scratch behind the ears, and he leans into your touch, letting out a shaky sigh. He presses his cheek against your hand, his tail finally giving a tiny, hopeful wag.

Wolfwood, lounging nearby, watches the two of you with a slightly raised eyebrow. “You know, I’m not here to steal your spot or anything,” he drawls, crossing his arms as his dark eyes narrow on Vash. “I don’t need the clingy treatment, thanks.”

Vash's ears perk up at that, but his eyes are still wary as he sizes up the new hybrid. He’s not entirely convinced—after all, he’s seen Wolfwood’s relaxed sprawl on the couch, the way he confidently takes up space like he belongs here. It’s like Wolfwood has an effortless charm Vash isn’t sure he can compete with.

But when you tug him closer, giving him a reassuring pat, Vash’s gaze softens, and he slowly lets his head rest on your shoulder, a little huff of relief escaping him.

“Promise?” he whispers, his voice tinged with just the smallest hint of a whine.

You smile and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Promise,” you say, and Vash finally melts, the tension in his shoulders easing as he lets out a deep, contented sigh. His tail thumps against the floor, finally showing the happiness that’s come back to his heart. Wolfwood watches the two of you, rolling his eyes a bit, but there’s a flicker of understanding in his gaze as he turns his attention back to his own space.

Wolfwood might be a little gruff, but Vash has no idea how deeply he’s loved. He doesn’t need to worry about being replaced because no one could ever take his spot in your heart. He’s still your sunshine, your loyal companion who’s always there with a wagging tail and boundless love. As he snuggles closer, his cheek pressed to yours, you know he’s finally reassured that he’ll always be first in line for your affection.

As the days go on, the subtle rivalry between Vash and Wolfwood grows more obvious, though in different ways. Vash, ever the loyal golden retriever hybrid, finds himself constantly hovering near you, his boundless energy amplified by the new competition for your attention.

Whenever you walk into a room, he’s instantly by your side, tail wagging with a bit more enthusiasm than usual, a gleam of determination in his eyes. Every little opportunity to cuddle, every time you reach to pet him, he soaks it all up, nuzzling into your touch as if to remind you he’s right here—he’s always been here.

Meanwhile, Wolfwood, with his sleek, dark coat and lazy, feline grace, seems unbothered on the surface, lounging in corners or sprawling across the furniture with a casual elegance. But even with his laid-back demeanor, there’s an unmistakable air of competition in his eyes. He doesn’t dart to your side the way Vash does, but he positions himself just close enough to remind you he’s around, always watching, waiting for those quiet moments when Vash isn’t glued to your side.

The rivalry flares in the smallest, most amusing ways. Vash brings you his favorite toy—a slightly chewed-up tennis ball—with a proud grin, nudging it toward you and then eagerly watching, waiting for you to toss it. “Look what I found!” he barks happily, his tail wagging furiously as he hopes you’ll indulge him in a game of fetch.

But just as you reach for the ball, Wolfwood, draped lazily on the arm of the couch, clears his throat. His gaze is cool, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he extends a paw lazily in front of him, stretching with a dramatic yawn. He blinks at you slowly, his dark, piercing eyes drawing you in almost like a silent command. You feel compelled to reach out to him, your fingers automatically moving to scratch behind his ears. Wolfwood purrs, satisfied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he side-eyes Vash, who’s clearly pouting.

Vash’s ears droop as he watches you fawn over the cat hybrid, his heart sinking just a little. But he’s not one to give up that easily. With a determined bark, he trots over and nuzzles his head against your other hand, his eyes bright and pleading, hoping to capture your attention back from Wolfwood’s calm, magnetic pull.

“I can purr too,” Vash says, though it’s more of a low rumble that’s nowhere near as smooth as Wolfwood’s purr, but he tries, blue eyes fixed on you with an eager hope.

Wolfwood gives an unimpressed huff, leaning closer to you with that effortless grace only a cat hybrid could pull off. He doesn’t say anything, but his smug glance at Vash says it all: Beat that. His head rests against your shoulder, his eyes slowly closing in that contented way, and the low, rich sound of his purr fills the air. It’s deep, almost like a soothing vibration, and he knows it’s working when you start stroking his hair absently, completely drawn into his quiet, mesmerizing presence.

But Vash, being Vash, decides to take a more straightforward approach. He leans into you, crowding Wolfwood’s space, his tail thumping against the floor as he nudges his nose against your cheek, his expression bright and affectionate. “I love you so much,” he murmurs softly, pressing little puppy kisses to your temple, hoping to melt you with his warmth.

Wolfwood’s eyes snap open, an irritated flick of his tail brushing against Vash’s leg. He scoffs under his breath, leaning his head back and giving Vash a faintly annoyed look. “She doesn’t need a slobbery pup slobbering all over her, you know,” he mutters, clearly unimpressed by Vash’s overt display. But he leans a little closer to you anyway, just so Vash can’t edge him out entirely.

In response, Vash puffs up, his brows knitting together as he gives Wolfwood a challenging look. “I’m not slobbering! She likes it, right?” he says, leaning his head closer to you, his puppy eyes shining with an almost pleading look as if hoping you’ll take his side.

You try to soothe them both, giving Vash a gentle scratch behind the ears before reaching over to smooth your hand over Wolfwood’s sleek, dark hair. “There's enough room for the both of you,” you say with an amused laugh, but it only spurs them on.

Wolfwood, finally done with the silent battle, leans against you more insistently, his arms folding over his chest as he fixes Vash with a smug, victorious smirk. “Room, maybe,” he purrs, “but not enough attention for the both of us.” His tail flicks against your leg, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his purring increasing in volume as he watches Vash with a look of superiority.

Vash’s face falls a bit, but he tries not to show it. He edges closer, leaning his head against your other shoulder, his eyes looking up at you as if to say, Please don’t forget about me. You feel his warm breath against your cheek, and he gives you a hopeful smile, his tail giving a small, tentative wag. “You know I’m the good boy here,” he mumbles, nuzzling against your cheek with a puppy-like gentleness.

Your heart twists as you look between the two, sensing Vash’s quiet worry and Wolfwood’s hidden jealousy. Giving them each a soft pat, you press a reassuring kiss to Vash’s cheek, which instantly makes him beam with joy, his tail wagging harder now that he has your undivided attention. And to Wolfwood, you give a soft scratch under his chin, which makes him sigh in satisfaction, his eyes slowly closing as he leans further into your touch.

“See?” you say softly, smiling at them both. “I’ve got plenty of attention for each of you. You don’t have to fight over me.”

For a moment, the two hybrids seem to accept your words. Wolfwood settles down with a contented hum, his eyes closing as he resumes his leisurely purring. And Vash, reassured by your touch, gives a happy sigh, snuggling closer to your side, his earlier worry finally ebbing away.

Maybe they’ll never fully get along, but in moments like this, you can at least manage a truce, their silent rivalry fading into a soft, cozy warmth as they both relax against you.

⸺ (⠀©⠀)⠀𝆬⠀ ○⠀vashyr⠀ .ㅤ ও

[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐇 — vash the stampede

vash brainrot headcanons cuz i watched tristamp and i cant stop thinking abt him

- he’s a clingy boyfriend. like 100%.

- big puppy boyfriend who likes to follow you around and watch you do literally anything.

- getting up in the morning is the worst especially when he’s still sleepy

- he’s got his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, his prosthetic hard as he squeezes against your side. and you have to drag him into the bathroom when you get up to brush your teeth.

- youre weakly pushing him off but he’s still got a strong hold on you even half asleep. so you end up brushing your teeth over the sink as he slumps himself against your back, nuzzling into your shoulder as his blonde hair falls over your neck.

- you’ve got on one of his shirts and its big and practically falling off your figure, revealing your skin underneath. and his fingers are slipping under it, cold, prosthetic fingers pressing into your warm skin causing a shiver to run down your back. and when you almost choke on your toothpaste from the chill, he only chuckles softly.

- oh and his voice is so raspy in the mornings.. much different from his normal cheery tone. late at night and early in the morning, it takes on a husky sound to it, kind of rough around the edges when he speaks. oh and he speaks so slowly and calm. its always deep and rumbly whenever he’s laying on your chest in bed.

- and honestly, he likes to be the small spoon let be real! he’s not ashamed or embarrassed, he simply loves you. so he’ll cuddle up under the covers and wrap his arms tightly around your waist while he buries his head in your neck or chest.

- huge boyfriend who also likes it when you gently pet his hair when youre in bed with him.

- but also other times he likes to be big spoon. completely enveloping you in his body, hes curling around you, arms and legs. and its honestly almost uncomfortable with the way he curls up on you, its restricting and so so so warm, hes definitely a living heating pad.

- but like ? he doesnt even realize.. he just likes cuddling and being close to you ‘wym its too hot? ^^’

- also i feel like at night, he literally never lets you go. like even in his sleep, he knows where you are and where to reach for you to pull you back in. his arms are strong and firm against your sides even as he sleeps

okay vash sleepy brainrot over :3 wolfwood headcanons next idk maybe !!

[cheralith]

a dedicated tenderness — 「 knives (nai) x reader 」

content warnings ; none

contains ; college!au, modern!au, secret relationship, just plain fluff with hundred spoons, polygun being sillies

notes ; could be read as a continuation of the previous nai fic, could not! still has the same aspects of it tho :3

You had met the Saverems when they moved across the street just barely diagonally from your house when you were just shy of six years old. Vash had caught you staring at their moving truck from behind the tall oak tree that provided a shaded sanctuary amidst the blazing summer heat. He remembers waving hello to the eyes that peeked out from the trunk of it before they flinched and ducked behind the sturdy wood again, slowly creeping back up to see if the pair of bright turquoise eyes were still staring at yours.

And when they were, Vash, being the more friendly and lively one of the two twins, decided to take it upon himself and drag his brother to go greet their new neighbor.

"Hi!" A sauntering young Vash had called cheerily to you, who was still hiding shyly behind the oak tree. "Are you our new neighbor? We just moved here!"

The young twins had managed to circle the trunk of the tree and before them stood a child around their age adorned in a colorful striped t-shirt and dirt-dusted overalls. Vash remembers you stepping back from the eager youngster, a less enthusiastic and distant version of him trailing not that far behind. You nodded, kicking at the dirt and not wanting to make eye contact with the sparkled-eye boy.

"My name is Valentinez, but you can call me Vash," he had said to you with a bright smile. He gestured to his lighter blonde and much more aloof counterpart. "This is Knives, you can call him Nai."

Your shy demeanor had suddenly faltered for a swift moment, your eyebrows getting all scrunched up in confusion at the odd names given to the two boys that little did you know, would set a place in your heart for the rest of your life. And it's returned back to the Saverem brothers. Your existence has stained each brother in such a unique way, and both Vash and Nai don't think they'll ever be able to forget you, not when your first words to them were,

"You guys kinda have weird names."

Such a sentence had lead a divide of two contrasting relationships involving the brothers—on one hand, Vash had taken it lightly to heart and merely laughed it off, easing himself into a breezy and steady friendship with you. On the other, Knives, or Nai as (only) you and Vash refer to him, had jutted out his lower lip in offense and insulted your dirty overalls, not taking into account that children still didn't have a filter before the age of ten. It forced you and him down a winding and tangling path, one that was devoid of flowery compliments and fresh smiles and laughs like the path of friendship you and Vash walked down together.

Oh no, the road you took with Nai was much more rocky, much more dwindling, and much more confusing. Insults jabbed at you and him like thorns as you'd trip over nonsensicality like sprouted tree roots waiting for you to stumble over them. The weather is never consisted as you travel down with him (never hand in hand, he'd so much as hiss out in faux pain whenever you'd brush against him). It could be stormy one day—the clouds heavy with misunderstandings, arguments and tears. It could be partly sunny—a ray of light peeking over the dismal clouds, similar to the nature of kindness that rarely shone through sometimes. Or it could just stay cloudy, as it has always been since the dawn of your "friend"ship with Nai.

Regardless of relationship status, there was certainly one thing that Vash had always knew of—that his brother had always had a quiet admiration for you. He just never seemed to act on it as much as other suitors of yours did. He isn't actually sure when Nai began to see you in a different light, but Vash can confirm that the longer he waits for something miraculous to happen, the more time will eat him alive.

He's seen it on his brother's face before. When you began your first relationship back in the more tender days of high school beginnings, Vash's eyes behind his glasses had flickered to a pair of similar ones across from him as you had introduced your then-boyfriend and he remembers the heaviness and ruddy ache that flittered across Nai's cavernous eyes. They contrasted your glowing ones, eyes filled with life and hope for the better future as you showed him off to everyone.

It was almost ritualistic, Vash thinks. Nai never seemed to care for romance unless it came to you. Vash thinks Nai would break all pairs of his glasses if he were to ever to say anything of a sort to his face, but he knew Nai was saving that blank space in his heart for you to fill, whether he realized it or not.

Nai Saverem is picky with people. He doesn't befriend those as easily as his younger brother, preferring to stay alone and distant with people that could easily take up his time so carelessly. It's why he shoos away any of his admirers with a cold glance that tells them they have zero chance with him and why there seems to be a certain thickness in the air whenever he's around that creates an invisible bubble around him. It's a thick barrier that refuses to let unknown others in and lets them know they won't be welcomed anytime soon. Introverted as he is, his energy is only so small, so there's a certain brand of people that wastes his time and therefore, he only uses his energy on people that he thinks are worth using it for.

And so Vash can't necessarily say he's too surprised like the others when Milly makes a separate groupchat that contains a series of images involving the two people excluded from it. The first is of Nai waiting outside the science building where your final class is held during Fridays. It was an odd place for him to be considering he only had one class on Fridays and would usually be home by mid-afternoon, so it was strange that Milly had caught him during the peeking hours of twilight still on campus.

The second is an image of you walking out the building and waving a hello to him, followed by the third of you and Nai's blurry figures connected via your hands in a sunset-inked sky making your way to Nai's car. The fourth of the photo sequence is a video. With a soft tenderness from Milly's hands, you get into the passenger seat with ease, the normal conversation of hostility and teasings between you and him seemingly devoid because there's no snooty faces or rolling of eyes. But it's when Nai properly starts the car that things take a turn. Its engines revving to life, he takes the time to pause and properly cradle the back of your head with his hand and properly give you a brief but soft kiss before pulling back with a dust of pink on his cheeks at the sight of your giddy, miniscule smile.

Behind the camera Milly gasps and drops her phone out of surprise on the concrete, and the video echoes the crack of the screen's phone before Milly's whine of "Oh no... it broke!" ends the video.

As buildings and nature of all arrays pass by, Vash replays the video over and over again in Wolfwood's car, examining it and the other images in full and wondering how Nai's daydreams finally came to life. Vash rubs his eyes behind his glasses, still attempting to process if what he’s seeing is real—that his icy older brother was truly thawing his resolve at the sight of you visibly and blooming a foreign affectionate that even Vash rarely sees nowadays.

Wolfwood groans when he hears the sound of the beginning of the video play again, grip tightening on the steering wheel as his knuckles whitening out of annoyance. "Would ya cut that out already! I get it, they're datin'!"

Vash flinches at his boyfriend's irritated tone. He tucks away his phone with a hasty laugh and apology. "Sorry, I'm just a little baffled that they're finally together after all these years."

The brunette makes a sort of scoffing noise. "I didn't lose all hope that your brother would never find love, but in all my years, I didn't expect it to be (Y/N) out of all people," he mutters, a cigarette dangling from his hand that sits on the edge of the window, its peppery scent lingering softly in the car. "How long do ya reckon they'll last?" he asks everyone in the car. "My bets on three months, their bickerin' is gonna put an end to it 'fore somethin' else does."

"That's mean, Wolfwood," Meryl scolds and flicks him on the back of his head, earning a yelp from him. "I'll admit myself I don't know how those two came to be, but I only wish them well and if they're happy with each other, that's all that matters."

Milly chimes in with a positive cheer. "Agreed! I'm just happy that Mr. Knives has finally found someone!" she chirps. "I really didn't want him to end up as a sad old grandpa alone."

"I wasn't insultin' them," Wolfwood huffs, "I was just merely statin' the reality. Y'all saw it earlier today too—both of 'em playin' musical chairs with the seat Knives stole in the lounge when (Y/N) got up to go get water."

Meryl shakes her head. "It's still really mean to assume their relationship won't last. I don't know about you guys, but I can see them—hey! You missed the turn!"

"Shit!"

Wolfwood swears aloud, hissing as he realizes he's passed the entrance to a vast park on the busy street. He makes a swift and hasty U-turn on the road that makes everyone grip onto the nearest object for dear life before zooming into an entrance that lead to a hidden field in the woods. The car slowly drives by it, where everyone can see a a lone picnic blanket atop a small hill with a laptop playing Miss Congeniality sits on a picnic basket. The back of two people face the parking lot, and it doesn't take long for everyone in the car to assume who they were.

On Fridays, it was a ritual to go to someone's house for a relaxing movie night and just wind down with everyone's presence for the evening. Today, however, you and Nai had excused yourselves from it with what seemed to be valid excuses until Milly's paparazzi work had jumbled in hours later.

“Can’t,” Nai droned, his eyes still glued on his laptop. “I’ve some papers to grade for one of my classes before the midterm ends.”

“And I’ve got a lab report to write up with my lab mates later,” you mentioned. “I can catch next week’s if that’s okay.”

It clicked to them that it was secretly code for you and Nai to actually attend a secret picnic movie date, which Wolfwood took mild offense to as Miss Congeniality was one of his favorite movies, disliking that it was being used for a date out of all things.

"They can't be serious," Wolfwood sneers as he pulls into a coveted shady area of the parking lot, safe from yours and Nai's view but still able to provide the gang with proper sights. "What screams romantic about Sandra Bullock having to attend a pageant? There's literally so much better romcoms out—"

"Shut up!" Everyone scolds.

"You'll give away our cover!" Meryl hisses. "The point is to be subtle and quiet, you idiot!"

Wolfwood snides and rolls his eyes, his hands throwing up in surrender.

On the other side of the hill, you gently press another strawberry to Nai's lips. His teeth gently bite into it, the juices of it slowly seeping out from the corner of his lips for your thumb to scrape away, a feather-like touch grazing his lips as it does so. You go to stare at the red-stained tint on them for a moment unconsciously, the natural gloss the fruit left off almost hypnotizing you.

It goes unnoticed by Nai, however.

"If you wanted a kiss, just say so," Nai says, plucking the greenery of the strawberry out your hand to put it into the trash pile.

You break out of your trance with a stunned shiver going up your spine at the sound of Nai's casualty. It was still somewhat unnerving for him to be saying such things, especially considering how he used to be before you two began dating. Words conveying such warmth were still unusual to hear, but it wasn't like you didn't like it.

A warmth creeps on your cheeks and you blink. "What? No, I was just simply... going to fix your collar, that's all!" you lie hastily. Your hand goes to fidget with an already-neat shirt collar before your wrist is grabbed by Nai's own. It pulls you into him and Nai's lisps peck your own quickly before his attention returns to the movie like nothing had ever happened.

You swear you can feel some steam coming out of your head. While you were usually the one that began the small touches of affections, it always felt different and much more intimate when Nai would return them or replicate them in his own fervor. Maybe it was due to the lack of intimacy he displayed to anyone else, or perhaps because they were from Nai himself that they felt more personal—the man who barely showed any emotion to anyone other than distaste and apathy—and so for such an individual to be sharing such liaison with you just felt more close to heart because he chose you to share it with.

"I thought you weren't one for PDA..." you mutter, fighting the urge the lick your lips as the acidity of the strawberry leftover lingers on them.

Nai shrugs. "We're the only ones around here, so the 'P' aspect of PDA doesn't necessarily apply right now."

"That's what you think," you interject. "There could be some weirdo prodding around the bushes as we speak, spying on us, y'know!"

He lets out a soft snort as the ending scene begins to play out, where Sandra Bullock begins to give her speech about friendship in the banquet hall starts to seal up the ending ropes of the movie. "And what weirdo would want to spend their time spying on two college students on a picnic?"

"A weirdo who tends to enjoy movies and real-life romance."

"Those people don't exist."

"To you they might not, but to me anything is possible."

"Shut up before I kiss you again."

You snort aloud, fighting the urge to react to his declaration like a schoolgirl. "You're acting as if I don't want th—"

Milly gasps loudly as she watches Nai dips his face to yours to once again, kiss you, but with more ardor than the last, this one lasting much more soundly than the previous one. She can sense there's true passion and dare she say, genuine love, in it and she melts at the sight of it fondly.

Vash himself watches the scene unfold with wide eyes, pausing his munching on his sandwich as he hogs the binoculars from a protesting Meryl. It takes all the fight in him to not proudly cheer aloud at his brother making a move and he gags on his sandwich when he witnesses Nai tuck a lock of hair behind your ear after the kiss. His lips still tell nothing of a sort, still a stiff downward line like they usually were, but the rest of his radiates a sort of fluster when you giggle softly at his antics. Confidence looks good on his brother, Vash thinks.

"Shit, they're on the move!" Wolfwood exclaims after a while of spying. Everyone hastily packs their things and duck as an ignorant you and Nai make your way down the hill and back into his creme white car, where Wolfwood's doesn't trail too far behind. The four of them spend the rest of the evening not watching a romantic movie as planned, but instead fending for the real life soap opera that enacts in front of them, tailing you and Nai as you travel around town and into various shops.

"Who do you think made the first move?" Meryl asks with her eyes peering behind the binoculars, peeking behind the window of the car that sits parallel on the same street a record shop was. "I'm placing bets that it was—oh no, everyone duck!" They shift under the seats when you two walk out with small bags in hand holding sorts of records and CDs, still talking aimlessly and the beat-up grey-black Camry still unnoticed in the background.

"Never really took Knives for a music-type of guy..." Wolfwood mutters. They slowly rise up from their spots and beginning to tail the car again.

Nai's eyes go to flicker to the rearview mirror. "Are they still following us?"

You give a chuckle and glance at the side mirror, where a familiar car of sorts drives only a car behind you. You had realized back at the ice cream parlor that four pairs of watchful eyes had their sights on you and Nai awhile back, but figured it'd be awkward to confront them and ruin the date. Instead, you let them have their fun being pretend James Bonds and went on with the date like usual, attempting to ignore them as much as possible (it was quite hard, however, when you could see Vash and Wolfwood almost start wrestling in the front seats for aux).

You knew that you and Nai had to come clean sooner or later, but he had admitted that he wasn't ready to state publicly that he was in a committed relationship. You still weren't sure whether it was because of his own pride of being frustratingly independent or it was nervousness of entering a new era that was holding him, but you respected his wishes and continued to play the part of a bickering old couple stuck in the bodies of college students like how you were beforehand. You think you were still just as nervous as you were in the first few weeks.

But when Nai's voice echoes the words he promised to you when he officially asked you out with sweaty palms and palpitating heartbeats, a warmth in your chest unfolds in comfort, reminding you to look on the brighter, warmer side of things, even if you weren't too confident.

"I... really want to make this work... so I promise to do all that I can if you'll do the same."

You give a soft smile at his promise he made awhile back to a particular no one. Nai raises a brow at your mysterious grinning.

"What are you smiling about?" he inquires as he leads you to the entrance of your apartment building.

"Oh, nothing..." you shrug off, leaving Nai in the dust of confusion.

Nai narrows his eyes for a bit in suspicion before sighing out aloud. His eyes go to hover on the sight of that dumb Camry again, its shaded windows concealing who its passengers was from view but Nai has seen it too many times to count to know whose car it was and only who could be inside of it. The smoke that wisps from behind the driver's window does nothing more that confirm his suspicions as he picks up the scent of familiar menthol cigarettes that doesn't take him long to guess who it belongs to.

"Do you think we should confront them?" you ask.

Nai shakes his head, "Just let them be for now. I'll deal with them later," he murmurs when he leads you safely into your apartment building. "Text me when you get up to your apartment," he directs before brushing his lips against your cheek as a goodbye.

You nod, affirmative. "I will, thank you for today, too," you praise fondly and give his hand one last squeeze before you let go. You watch as Nai makes his way back to the entrance before you call his name out again.

"Hey, Nai?"

His head turns back to you, raising a brow. You take this time to fully embody him before your own eyes, from the tufts of his hair to each freckle on his body.

Nai before your relationship and Nai in a relationship you think are two vastly different people, and you still can't place your finger on who the real one was. A part of you thinks he's putting up a front in the eye of the public for his own self-preservation, but another part tells you that he's merely just showing a newer, more refined side of him that you've never seen before—a more tender and protective version of Nai that you think only Vash has seen before a handful of times. Sometimes, you pride yourself in confirming that this side of Nai, whether it was real or not, was only shown to you as a sign of trust from his desolate self.

However, there were other times that made you think this honeymoon era might not last and you and him will go back to how things used to be, altering the fate of your relationship for the worst. A petal of guilt would bloom every time that thought crosses your mind due to the unsettling feeling that perhaps you didn't confide in Nai enough, that maybe you just didn't earn enough of him to lock your feelings into place.

But when he waits patiently for your response, blinking slowly, you realize that perhaps it was indeed the latter—a slow exposure to a new side of Nai Saverem—that was yours for the taking.

"I love you," you declare in the foyer, your voice echoing and forcing your message to repeat itself to him for a few seconds.

Your eyes scan for a reaction from him and you earn a flustered, non-verbal one as a response, one that makes his lips thin and makes him thickly swallow and cheeks flush. A grin teeters on the corners of your mouth as you watch him attempt to utter out a reply. It falls short on his tongue, however, and you're only given a nod and wave before Nai (almost hurriedly) exits the building, the tips of his ears pink.

A giggle slips its way out of you as you enter the elevator, fondly thinking on his lasting image. Baby steps, you think.

On the floors below, Nai groans and drags a hand down his face at the memory of your declaration to him. It's more difficult than he thought to ignore the loud thundering of his heartbeat, and he doesn't quite enjoy how it twists his chest so... tightly. He feels foolish for not even gathering up courage to just say a mere "Me too." back to you, but his embarrassment suddenly dissipates upon seeing the same car still in its place. Nai suddenly remembers the last errand he has to take care as his feet carry him to it, the scent of a cigarette growing stronger each step.

"Wolfwood, can you at least take that outside?" Meryl complains as the the black haired man lights up his fourth cigarette of the night. It's a miracle how his car seats don't reek from the stench.

He shakes his head, jutting it towards the building. "No can do, sweetheart. Our cover will be blown if Knives sees m—what the hell?!"

A loud bang rumbles through the car from the roof and the familiar figure of Nai Saverem looms over the car before he ducks his head down and gestures for a nervous Vash to roll down the window. Vash, fear-stricken, obeys his command almost automatically, leaving Nai to stare boredly back at everyone's pale faces. Wolfwood thinks Nai's fist had created an indent on the top of his car, but his words fail him when he goes to stare at Nai's icy face.

"So did you guys have fun spying on us?"

a/n ; this was just kind of a fluff blurb to help me write something that was the next chapter of if the shoe fits because i kind of needed something fresh and new to work on. writer's block? i'm not too sure! i hope you enjoyed either way!

thank you for reading once more and as always, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <;3!

[merbear25]

Hello, i don't know if the requests are open, i was wondering about trigun x reader, vash and wolfwood, a reader who's easy going and friendly, cheerful, yet emotionally distant and overthinks a lot

It's fine if it's not your cup of tea, thank you for reading anyway ^^

Hello, hello! I decided to write the headcanons seperately because I wasn't sure if you wanted Vash and Wolfwood in a poly relationship. Apologies if I miss understood! I hope you like it regardless 💜💜

Vash and Wolfwood x Reader who's cheerful but distant

CW: headcanons, gn!reader, fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic.

Vash

He's drawn to your cheerful and friendly demeanor, seeing as he gives off the same energy. This makes it easy for the both of you to find the humor in little things and develop inside jokes.

The easy-going nature you have helps him feel relaxed, and he'd match your energy in hopes of providing the same solace to you.

Whenever you're caught up in your own thoughts, starting to spiral from overthinking, he's there to ground you and offer a fresh point of view on the issue.

Emotional distance doesn't put him off. He just sees it as a part of you and a peek into the life you may have led. Besides, he knows the feeling of thinking you have to keep others at bay, so perhaps this will lead to indepth conversations and a deeper connection.

He's a very patient and understanding man. He's got a heart of gold and knows that you care about him deeply. Whenever your emotional distance pushes him away, he doesn't take it personally. Once giving you some space, he's there to welcome you into his warm embrace.

Wolfwood

He sees a lot of himself in you. That could be either a good or bad thing. However, your cheerful, easy-going and friendly attitude offer enough of a difference that he takes to you rather well.

Emotional distance is something he relates to all too well. There are times you two experience this at the same time and when that happens, you both take a breather to collect yourselves.

Sometimes he's the one to come back to you, offering you soft touches and hugs. Other times, it's you who makes the first move.

He deeply appreciates your more light-hearted moments. They help keep a smile on his face.

He has his own moments of cheerfulness, so being able to provide those fun moments to you is just as nice for him as it is for you.

Being one who rarely loses his head, he'll be the one to ground you when you're overthinking and getting carried away in your own conclusions. He'll be the voice of reason when you need him to be.

He may give you a short lecture here and there about not letting yourself get in your own head so often, but it'll always come from a place of care. All he wants is to know that you'd be okay if anything happened to him.

[tenabrye]

Okay so.. how would it be like, being married to (Stampede) Wolfwood 🫶

Side note- I’m in love with your blog 🤧❤️❤️

I'm so glad you enjoy the writing. It makes me happy to hear that. :D

Being married to Wolfwood isn't the easiest thing in the world, considering that you know his profession, but it's exciting and you love it. Aside from all of the gunfights he'll oftentimes get into--which are mostly caused by you-know-who--life is sweet. He's sweet. He loves starting sentences with, "My wife/husband and I," and he always gets a cute little grin on his face. He also enjoys letting everyone see the ring that's on his finger and makes it his job that they at least notice it.

He's more protective of you and is a force to be reckoned with if someone, anyone, even dares to harm his spouse in any way, shape, or form. Even if you can fight, he's still throwing down for you. That's just how it is. Also loves saying, "That's my wife/husband," any and every single time you're fighting someone, which usually happens in a bar. He will also be more of a shield to you, putting his body between you and anyone he feels is the tiniest bit of a threat, or if they are.

Always puts you first no matter what. He did this prior to getting married, but he does it a lot more now. You're his spouse, the love of his life, and you're definitely a lot more important than some of the jobs he has to do. That being said, his intentions are always laid out bare for you, and he always wants your opinion on each and every little thing he can't make his mind up about.

The man becomes more of an open book to you. You know all of his secrets, and I do mean all of them. He has no reason to hide anything from you. Well, unless he knows it might hurt you. If that's the case, he may dance around the topic with you in such a discreet manner that allows him to know how to tell you. If you thought he hated seeing you hurt or in any sort of pain before, now that you're both married to one another, it's as though it doubled.

He's more of a show off when it comes to fighting, but then again, he was also a bit of one before marriage. It tripled after he put a ring on it. Not that you mind, right? Any chance he gets to show off to you, he takes it, even if it does make him look like an idiot. He doesn't care, though. The man just wants to see your eyes on him with a smile on your face.

He's a lot softer with you now. Not that he wasn't before, but he's a lot more open to letting you see his bad days more than anyone else. This includes him crying. He normally doesn't like you seeing him in such a way, but it can't be helped. He's very appreciative of your support and the way you've stood by him for so long, and how you've promised to continue doing so. Til death do you part.

He hates that the one downside of marriage is how much of a target you have on your back. It was easier before when it was just him and how his enemies would only be out to harm him. But now that you've been thrown into the mix? He doesn't like it. He absolutely hates it. It's not that he doesn't want to protect you--believe me he loves keeping you safe--it's that he just doesn't want you watching what he does to the people that come close to touching you. It's not pretty, I can tell you that.

The absolute best thing about married life for him is that he feels a bit of normalcy in his life. It hadn't felt this way until you entered it and eventually sealed the deal by saying yes to marrying him. He often thinks back to the day he proposed and it warms his heart. You've made him become a little bit more of a sap with certain things, but he wouldn't have it any other way. You've changed this man in a lot of ways, for the better, and he loves it. He loves it and he loves you.

[dr4k3n0]

'Trial and Error'

Synopsis: Wolfwood gets a little beat up, and you have to help him

F!Reader x Wolfwood

Tw: Blood

Word Count: 2.6k

The bright sun gleamed down upon the small car driving in the frying pan of a planet that you lived on. You sat, leaning against the cool glass window of the car watching the scenery fly by while the others slept. Thinking about the possible future of where you would all go next was always a mystery. You couldn't stay in places for much longer than a day with Vash's warrant on his head. It was quite tiring, and being squished into a small car all day was not your cup of tea. 

You let a small sigh leave your lips before closing your eyes to get some sort of sleep. Bringing your knees to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them for some sort of comfort. The occasional bumps from the car and the static in the background were slowly able to lull you to sleep. Occasional snores and small talk between Meryl and Roberto were the only noises in the car. It was oddly silent for once. 

As you slept, Wolfwood would occasionally steal small glances at your small figure curled up against the window. He wished that he could replace your legs that you were holding oh-so tightly. Wolfwood didn't seem like the type to want love, but deep down he craved it. After all those years of being alone and tormented, he wanted to have someone there for him. Someone who he could turn to when he need it most. And he found himself being drawn towards you. It confused him at first, the way you acted around others and your small smile alone, was able to fluster him. It annoyed him to a degree, but he couldn't help himself but crush on you just a little bit. 

He would often try to drop subtle hints like offering you one of his suckers or offering to carry anything you had. But you never seemed to understand them. It left him frustrated sometimes but it left him more determined to be able to earn your love. 

The car finally came to a stop which happened to wake you up after the movement ceased. You slowly opened your eyes as they tried to adjust to the blinding light. Letting out a small yawn you stretched a bit before listening to what was being decided.

"This seems like a good place to stop!" Meryl said as she gestured to this small town you were pulled in front of.

The others agreed with her and you soon found yourself being pushed out of the car and standing in the heat. You sighed at the burning heat from the sun, before stretching your legs and following Meryl to the small tavern and inn she found. Upon opening the inn doors, your nose was overwhelmed by the scent of cigarettes and alcohol. 

Meryl soon walked up the counter while Vash kept a low profile and you behind Wolfwood. You looked around at the chaos of the angry civilians of the town who yelled in a drunken frenzy. When you all entered you could feel the hungry stares from the drunk men, and tried to ignore them. Eventually, you began to feel uncomfortable and you slowly inched your way closer to Wolfwood and hid behind his tall figure. He watched your small movements confused at first, before stepping in front of you to shield you from the weird stares you were getting.

"Can I get 5 rooms?" Meryl asked the inn owner. He opened the small book before shaking his head,

"I'm afraid we only have 4 rooms available at the moment," The owner explained.

"Well then.. we'll take those 4 rooms then," Meryl replied.

He nodded at her as you all paid, before getting the keys to your rooms. 

As you walked up the rickety old stairs, you all stopped in the hallway of the rooms and Merly held out the keys to everyone.

"Y/n you're sharing a room with Wolfwood," Meryl said smirking at you.

You shot her glares as she stuck her tongue out at you and handed you the key.

"Let's meet up a bit later for lunch, see you all!" Meryl said as she unlocked her door and walked in.

The others waved at you both before parting ways to go to their own rooms. You sighed as your face began to warm slowly. Unlocking the door and opening it, you were both greeted by a rickety old bed, a small stove in the corner, and thankfully a bathroom. You both walked in with Wolfwood close behind you as he set down his cross in the corner before looking around the small room. 

He breathed in the smell and probably some lingering dust before sighing.

"Well, what do you want to do about the sleeping situation?" He finally said as he took a cigarette from his pocket.

"I'll sleep on the floor if you give me one of those blankets," You replied as you set your small backpack down on the dusty floorboards.

Wolfwood scrunched his nose at the thought of you sleeping on the floor.

"How about none of us sleep on the floor." He suggested. You looked at him hesitantly understanding what he was meaning.

"I don't mind, if you don't." You finally replied.

He smiled contently with your words before taking a drag on his cigarette that was resting between his lips.

You watched as a content sigh came from his lips and he exhaled the smoke before taking the cigarette out of his mouth. The way he did everything always mesmerized you. He did everything in such a way that was fascinating. Like the way, he was so focused while fighting, or the way he smiled. There was something about him that you could always find yourself wanting to be closer to him. You blinked a bit before looking away from him with a small blush and walking to the small balcony that the room had. Opening the door slightly, you felt the radiant heat from the outside flow into the already warm room. You sighed at the heat before shutting the door.

"You want to go downstairs? It's getting hot and stuffy in here," You asked him.

He smiled at your offer before nodding. You grabbed the key before you both exited the room, locking the door behind you. Both of you were the first of the group that came down first. Going down the stairs you both weaved your way between the tables before choosing one to sit at that wasn't occupied. As you were going to pull out the chair, you were surprised by Wolfwood grabbing it first and pulling it out for you. Taking a seat he gently pushed in the chair you sat in, before taking a seat for himself.

"What was that about?" You asked slightly embarrassed.

"I was being a gentleman," He said as he shrugged. 

Letting out a small laugh at his response, you smiled at him before making an "O" shape with your mouth. He grinned at you before looking around the bar. 

"You want a drink?" He soon asked.

"I'm good, but you can get one if you want," You said as you smiled at him.

He blushed a bit as a shiver ran down his spine at your smile before nodding and walking to the counter to order a drink. When he finally arrived he was surrounded by men laughing. He soon ordered a bottle of whiskey and a small glass of water for you. As he waited for the bartender to get the drinks some men began to talk to him.

"Hey Mister, what do you say about sharing your girl over there?" One of the men slurred.

"Yea, you got a real beauty over there, I'm sure we could share her." Another slurred out. Wolfwood ignored them as they continued to talk about sharing you and all the disgusting fantasies they wanted with you. 

Wolfwood felt his blood boil at their words. It was aggravating to hear them talk about those things specifically when it was about you. When the drinks were finally done, he grabbed them and began to walk back to where you sat. But while he was walking he was sure to kick the men who were talking about you, in the gut. They both hurled over in pain while Wolfwood let out a victorious smile as he walked back to you. Setting down the drinks at your table, he smiled at you as he pushed the small glass of water in your direction.

"You didn't have to get me anything.." You said embarrassed.

"I wanted to, don't worry about it," He grinned at you.

Smiling at him, your eyes widen as you see the men from before making their way to Wolfwood angrily shoving tables out of the way. 

Looking at him, you try to get his attention about the incoming trouble. But it was too late, they already made it to you both. You sighed a bit as they began to yell angrily at Wolfwood.

"Your one brave man mister," One of them said grabbing his collar.

Wolfwood ignored him and stayed silent. This only made the man madder.

"You're a dead man!" The man yelled as he pulled out his gun and pushed it harshly against Wolfwoods skull. Wolfwood continued to ignore the man and stayed quiet. The man looked down at him in rage as he cocked the hammer of his gun, and was about ready to pull the trigger before you stood up. You had a handgun in hand already cocked and ready.

"Why don't we just apologize to each other so no one has to die." You said smiling bitterly at the man holding onto Wolfwoods collar. 

The man looked at you amused before letting go of Wolfwoods collar and smirked at you.

"I like feisty women." The man said licking his disgustingly dry lips. Your smile dropped as the man began to continue. "Why don't we go to my house and have some fu-" The man was cut off by Wolfwood punching him harshly in the face.

"She won't be going anywhere with you buddy," Wolfwood said still in a fighting position.

The man stood up angrily while some other men jumped on Wolfwood, holding him down. Agrily, the man stood up and looked down at Wolfwood and smiled at him psychotically, he then spit on Wolfwoods, tan and sweaty face. Your eyes widened at his actions and watched as he began to pummel Wolfwood. Your finger trembled on the trigger before you finally pulled it, the bullet hit his arm right where you were aiming. The man let out a shriek before looking at you in shock as his arm began to bleed. You looked at him unamused as the gunshot made the bar go silent. 

Punching the man in the face, you quickly grabbed Wolfwood up and ran out of the building with them following you all closely. You ran through the crowded town with Wolfwood nearly unconscious in your arms. You quickly dodged into a small alley and watched as they ran past you both. Breathing heavily, you propped Wolfwood up against the wall.

"Why didn't you fight back?" You finally said when the angry shouts couldn't be heard anymore.

"I wanted to look cool I guess. I also didn't think the psycho would come after me like that." He explained a little embarrassed.

"I looked really stupid didn't I?" He said chuckling a bit before wincing in pain.

Rolling your eyes, you stayed silent before looking out the alleyway to see if you should see the men. You grabbed Wolfwood again, before quickly jogging back to the inn and going to your room. 

Situating him on the bed gently, you rummaged in your backpack to grab some things to clean up his wounds and wrap him up. You stayed silent as you gently applied rubbing alcohol to the wounds to clean them, while only whispering a few apologies. Eventually, he was fully bandaged up and he sat silently watching you finish up. As you went to sit up, your face lingered near his, as your gaze wandered to his busted lip. You gently placed your hand on his bruised face hesitantly as he nuzzled into your touch. You blushed before standing up, you put your supplies back into your backpack and soon sat beside him on the bed. Looking straight ahead, your mind lingered on the memory of touching his face. The small stubble on his chin, the bruises on his beautiful face, and the feeling of touching his skin gave you. It made your heart race and butterflies form in your stomach.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you heard Wolfwood speak. "I'm sorry about everything.." He said in a small voice. 

You looked at him as he looked down at the dusty old floorboards. Your eyes began to water seeing him like this, and you gently hugged his tired and worn figure. He tensed up from your touch but soon melted under your touch as he let out a few small sniffles. Your heart broke seeing him like this. Hugging him tighter, you feel him bury his face in the crook of your neck. Smiling at the feeling, you gently rubbed his back in a comforting manner before pulling away. He almost seemed to pout when you pulled away. You could see a small blush rise to his face as he soon began to open his mouth to speak.

"I- Y/n.. There's something I need to tell you.." He finally managed to get out.

You quirked a brow at him as you tilted your head a bit. He blushed more before proceeding.

"I know I can be a really frustrating person.. and I know your way out of my league.. but I can't help myself anymore." He passed trying to think of the right way to relay his feelings. "I like you Y/n, a lot. And I'll be fine with you rejecting me because I know you probably don't feel the same. But I need to get this off my chest.." He said going straight to the point. 

Your eyes widened at his words, and your heart began to race. You sat shocked and quiet from his words. He stayed silent after that ready for you to reject him only to feel a small kiss be placed on his cheek. This time, it was his turn to be surprised.

He turned his head in your direction to see your face as red as a tomato and a small smile on your face. "I like you too Wolfwood," You said quietly.

He smiled happily at your words before gently hugging you. You chuckled a bit before hugging him back.

"You can just call me Nickolas now.. no need to call me Wolfwood." He said smiling.

"Alright Nico," You said slyly and smirked at the little name you gave him.

You could feel him hug you tighter before he spoke again, "You know what, call me that instead.." He mumbled.

You let out a small laugh at his words before pulling away and looking at him happily. Resting his forehead against yours, you could feel his warm breath hit your lips as you both enjoyed the moment. 

His gaze soon wandered down to your lips as he soon looked back up at you for permission. You smiled a bit before you kissed his lips gently. His eyes widened a bit but melted into the kiss quickly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while he cupped his hands around your face gently. He pulled back with half-lidded eyes and a large smile on his face. You chuckled a bit before gently pecking his lips one more time and hugging him. 

He had finally done it.. he earned your love, even if he made a fool out of himself in the process.

The End!

Thank you for reading!

[fruitsoxs]

Okokok I am here with a request:

Hear me out: Wolfwood x Reader where the reader and Wolfwood adopt a little one,,,

I swear to God, it'd be so soft and precious,,,

Thank you :D

ahhhh this is so cute. thank you!!

pairings; wolfwood x (GN)reader warnings; none notes; ive had an idea like this brewing in my brain for a awhile so i'm glad i had a reason to finally write it out! thank you!

His eyes trail across the cobblestone floors, landing on a particular pair who seem to be having the time of their lives. A crooked smile rests across his lips as he watches you play with the little boy that has grown quite attached to you. The kid is hanging off your back as you run around in a circle. The kid is giggling like a maniac, and you’ve got your own smile on your face.

He was sure it would be a mistake bringing you to see his old orphanage. He regretted it the moment the offer left his mouth, and your eyes lit up. He wasn’t sure how’d you react to his old home, or if you’d get along with everyone. You’re his favorite person in the world, and he couldn’t imagine what would happen if this all went wrong. But it didn’t. 

Apparently, you’re really good with kids.

Maybe this was a mistake, because Wolfwood can’t stop staring at you as you play around. He can’t stop thinking that this all feels a little too right. After years of hard work, was it finally time for him to settle down with you? He looks over at your cute smiling face, and his heart clenches in his chest. He wants that. He wants it so bad, he’d drop everything now and adopt that child on the spot.

He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on, and makes his way over to you. As soon as you see him, your smile breaks out into a large grin. You wave at him as he nears you, the child still hanging onto your neck. 

“You look like you’re having fun.” he chuckles, resting his hands in the pockets of his pants. You smile sheepishly and shrug your shoulders. “This kid’s got a whole lotta energy.” you respond, hiking the kid higher onto your back. The kid giggles and presses his head into the back of your shoulder. Wolfwood finds his heart beating a little faster at the scene.

“Oh yeah?” Wolfwood mumbles moving so he’s eye level with the kid. “And what are you playing?” he asks. The kid grins a toothless grin. “We’re playing cowboys. I’m an outlaw-” The kid explains shooting off a pretend gun. “And I’m a horse-” you add on, laughing. Wolfwood can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes his throat.

“Well you know, every outlaw needs a sheriff to chase him.” Wolfwood tells the kid, grinning. He steps back and makes a gun with his fingers. “Put ‘em up!” He says dramatically, pointing his finger gun at the kid. The kid squeals happily as you start running from Wolfwood.

The three of you play around for a little bit, with wolfwood pretending to chase the boy. You end up putting the kid down and stepping back for a second to catch your breath, watching as the two continue playing on their own. The boy seems to be having more fun now than ever, and Wolfwood can’t help but feel like this is right.

The kid shouts out a few “Bangs!” and Wolfwood pretends he’s hit, putting a hand over his heart and collapsing onto the ground. “You got me kid-” he gasps dramatically. “You’re too good of a shot-” The kid laughs and runs off to continue playing with a  few other kids that have joined in on the game.

Your head appears above Wolfwood, a hand held out offering to help him stand. He takes it and allows you to help pull him back onto his feet. When he’s up, he puts an arm around you and pulls you against his side as the two of you watch the kids play.

“They’re pretty cute, aren’t they?” you point out, resting your head on his shoulder. He smiles and nods. “Maybe we should take one home.” He finally says out loud. There’s a beat of silence before you turn to him with wide eyes. “Don’t joke-”

“I aint joking.” He cuts you off, a soft look upon his features. He reaches out to cup your cheek with his hand. “Seeing you running around with that kid- It had me thinking. Maybe it’s time?” he starts, staring into your eyes. “Maybe it’s time we settle down. For good. Just me, you…and the kid.” He smiles as he traces your cheek with his thumb.

You seem completely awestruck- but your shocked expression morphs into a smile and you nod. Tears  start to gather in your eyes as you lean forward and press your lips against his softly. “I would love that.” You whisper as you pull away. 

He pulls you into a hug with a smile. He can't wait to start a family with you.

[bendycxmet]

❀Trigun Masterlist❀

*written pieces will be gender neutral, unless noted otherwise*

reblogs/comments always appreciated!

~UPDATED: October 3rd, 2024~

Fics (>1k words)

~Vash x Reader

❀ Repair You

(SFW | 1.7k) - Just repairing Vash's arm. He might see it as more than just a simple act of service though.

❀ Meet Cute

(SFW | 1.3k) - A new town can be quite lonely by yourself. That is, until you meet someone new.

❀ Makeup, Makeout

(SFW | 2.1k) - Relaxing one night with Vash leads you to wanting to do makeup on him, and leads to more than you could have hoped for.

❀ Just Cuddling?

(NSFW, 18+ MDNI | 1.3k ) - It's been a stressful day for the both of you, so you decide a nice cuddle session would help. Plus, maybe giving Vash a handjob.

❀ Longing

(SFW | 2.3k) - As a bounty hunter, you've lived a lonely life. That is, until you met Vash.

❀ Sleep Date

(SFW | 1.2k) - Most of your and Vash's dates consist of getting cozy beneath the covers.

❀ Jealous

(SFW | 1.3k) - Jealousy goes both ways.

❀ Pierced

(SFW | 1.2k) - How did Vash get that hoop in??

❀ Love, Peace, and Donuts

(SFW | 1.1k) - A sentimental moment between you and Vash on a slow, Sunday morning.

❀ Under Your Spell ; Pt. 2

(NSFW, 18+ MDNI) - You are a top supporter of a trending camboy. What you don't know, is that that camboy is your friend and roommate, Vash.

❀ Do You Copy?

(NSFW, 18+ MDNI | 1.6k) - Vash hears more than he bargains for through his earring.

❀ Lay It To Rest

(SFW | 1k) - Vash finally can sleep with the help of your presence.

~Wolfwood x Reader

❀ Crowd

(SFW | 1.5k) - You watch as Wolfwood tries to find you in a crowd.

❀ Pent-Up

(NSFW, 18+ MDNI | 1.1k) - Wolfwood has been waiting for you all day.

Drabbles (<1k words)

~ Vash x Reader

❀ My, What Beautiful Hair You Have!

(SFW | 0.7k) - On a boring Sunday, you decide to get Vash's attention through some head scratches.

❀ Happy New Year

(SFW | 0.8k) Bringing in the new year with that special someone

❀ Sweet Dreams

(SFW | 0.9k) - Falling asleep on Vash.

~ Wolfwood x Reader

❀ Drive ; Pt. 2

(SFW) - Riding in the car with Wolfwood, both as the driver and passenger.

❀ Cowboy!Wolfwood

(SFW | 0.8k) - Headcanons about Cowboy!Wolfwood

Vashwood

❀ Street Racer!Wolfwood

(SFW | ~1k) - Headcanons about Street Racer!Wolfwood and a chance meeting with Street Racer!Vash.

❀ Street Racer!Vash

(SFW | 1.4k) - Headcanons about Street Racer!Vash and tiny flirty moments with Street Racer!Wolfwood.

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[writing-fanics]

• [ Trigun Fanfic Ideas ] •

[seen trigun 1998/movie/trigun stampede (soon)]

: Vash : 🍩

[I can write pregnancy/smut (maybe poorly written)/ anything really]

Rem Mayfly : Vash x F!Reader

[summary: Y/n finds out she’s pregnant with Vash’s child, and starts planning out baby names]

Last One : Vash x F!Reader

[summary: Vash ate the last doughnut just as Y/n’s pregnancy cravings kicked in. Causing an emotional break down]

Prized Customer : Vash x GN!Reader

[summary: Business is slow no one is coming in, too try Y/n’s delicious baked goods. Until Vash the Stampede enters. Let’s just saw they were sold out of doughnuts for the rest of the day]

Meryl’s Sister : Vash x F!Reader

[summary: y/n decides to visit her older sister, Meryl. Which is when she meets Vash]

[Headcannon: Vash taking care of you while you’re injured]

[Headcannon: You taking care of Vash while he’s injured]

Wolfwood ✝️

[ Will add some once anything comes to mind but request are open for both characters ]

[shintin]

Chapter 2 is written, I just need to edit it 😁

Gunpowder Dreams

Chapter 1 (Saudade)

↳ Vash the Stampede x Female Reader

They didn't know a wounded man would show no mercy when they took the best thing he ever had away from him. What did they say? Don't poke the dragon if you can't take the heat; if you do, expect the flames.

Genre: explicit smut, toxic relation, romance, angst (Mafia au). Warnings/Tags: +18, NSFW, Alternative Universe/Modern Setting, no spoilers from manga and anime, dominate Vash the Stampede, sexual situations, dub-con, graphic violence, gore, angst, toxicity, gun-play, manhandling, cunnilingus + fellatio, creampie, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, too many smut scenes, emotional trauma, and etc.

Song Recommendation: Jay-Jay Johanson - Smoke

Note: Art belongs to my friend, Creamson.

Chapter Index - Next Chapter

The crimson sun was hiding behind the horizon, the orange sky was clear of clouds, and a light mist filled the cool, crisp afternoon air. The ground was covered with a blanket of colors, the barbecue-red leaves hanging silently on the trees surrounding the old mansion. The muffled winds deadened all sound in the forest, slowing the bellow bells of nocturnal animals like forgotten laughters slobbering beneath elderberries. There was still some fire in the oak leaves, but only barely. Noosed by coils of dragon breath, fog-tinted fairy trees stood alone in fields.

Weak pitter-patters could be heard, but they weren't for the rain. Someone was walking up the stairs. All alone on the rooftop was a man with eyes as gloomy as the sky, filled with damnation and saudade. The cataclysm was coming, he knew.

The breeze tousled his blonde hair, coercing his body forward as if urging him to jump, to take the leap and plunge to his death.

You won't regret it.

The intrusive thought lingered on the tip of his fuming cigarette as he tapped the ashes down.

He didn't know what was happening to him. There was something—a feeling—simmering inside of him. Something he didn't dare to approach, something he didn't want to acknowledge. Banging on the doors of his heart, begging to be let out, it clawed at the cage he had trapped it in.

Every day.

Every fucking day felt like reliving the same nightmare. Falling apart, he would open his mouth to shout, fight, and swing his fists, but his vocal cords were cut, and his shoulders were heavy and weighed down by his sins. He was caught, and it was killing him.

Maybe there was no hope for him anymore.

He was tired. He was tired. He was tired. He was tired. He was tired. He was tired. He was tired. So tired and angry.

Staring at his feet, hands, and this thin rooftop ledge, he wanted to scream. He wanted to run. He wanted to fall to his knees. He wanted to curse the world for cursing him, torturing him, and taking away the only good thing he ever had. 

For quite some time now, he'd accepted that the only way out of this sleepless nightmare was to take a step forward. It would only take one more step for all problems to be solved. That was all. Yet somehow, he felt like crashing into rough stone pavement would not leave a pleasant sight, to say the least. Also, what if he didn't die right away? What if he miraculously survived the fall and was forced to lie there, bloodied and broken, waiting for his body to give out finally? Or what if his body refused to give out, and he had to live the rest of his life as a plant?

All regrettable.

Staring far away, he stroked the glowing stick with his thumb. The warmth in the air during the last month had either evaporated into the sky or leached into the earth. Well. It wasn't just the weather. There had been a lot of change since last month. He had lost a lot. A few pairs of clothes, a bottle of Bride wine, and some blue pockets of Skulls cigarettes were all he had now—his beloved's heritage.

His hands trembled slightly, followed by lips pressing together. Closed his eyes, he breathed in the scent of soil and dew, hoping to swallow down the vicious lump forming in his throat.

Stop thinking about him, Vash.

But the smoke of this cigar was all he needed to get transported back to when Nico was still breathing and smiling with a stupid strawberry lollipop stuck in his mouth. Huh! If Nic saw him smoking, what would he say? Especially since he was a pain in the black-haired man's ass to quit smoking.

So eager to die, Needle Noggin? Y'know there are faster ways. C'mon, take a step and meet me in hell. Easy peasy. Don't you miss me?

With a hint of a smile that didn't reach his eyes, a blank stare seeped into his face like a vat of acid. Raising his hand, he slipped the cigarette between his soft lips, longing for the lost bittersweet kisses.

His whiskey brown eyes, peeking at him with the sunrise. His blessed smiles, gifting him butterflies. His smooth skin, touching his body like a sin. His cinnamon smell, filling his nostrils well. His big feet, touching him under the sheet. His warm hands, conquering his body's lands. His pounding heart, feeling like a fine art. His endless desire, burning him like a wildfire. His tender touch, feeling like a fine Scotch. His cocky smirk, making him the biggest jerk. His rigid muscles, giving him rough hustles. His soft hair, becoming his fingers' lair. His overwhelmed sweats, pounding him for sets. His shy groans, getting lost in his loud moans. His spit on his hole, kisses around his mole. His throbbing length, taking away his strength. His whispers in his ear, shooing away his fear. His peace in his arms, pushing away all of the harms. His never-ending need, revealing his hidden deed. His endless meekness, turning into his greatest weakness. His prayer as a song, driving away every wrong. His peaceful dreams, hiding his painful screams. His contagious laughter, calling down every disaster. His goofy attitude, giving him latitude. His eye-blinding light, forcing his soul to ignite.

The tip of the cig was glowing, smoke getting in his eyes, but he couldn't care less. Having Nic's scent faded from his clothes, this coffin nail was all left to feel him around.

Fuck!

He swallowed down what he knew would kill him, but wasn't this a part of the torture of being left on earth when another was gone?

In this steady thrum that accompanied quiet, his mind was unkind to him. He thought too much. He felt, perhaps, far more than he should. To push these memories away, he clenched his fists until he felt pain. There was no point in remembering. He didn't want to think about those things anymore. He wanted to outrun his mind, his memories.

It was like his face was pressed up against a glass, watching a scene from far off, wishing and wanting to be a part of something he knew he'd never be able to experience again. He forgot sometimes, that there were people out there who still managed to smile every day, despite everything. Who knows, maybe they hadn't lost their anchor yet.

Sucking in a rush of air, he brought his hand to the base of his throat. It wasn't gloom at all in his expression. It was despair. It was the agony.

This must be what they meant by misery. He thought he was familiar with it. He thought he knew, with perfect clarity, what it felt like to be in pain, but now he finally understood.

Everything that happened before was child's play.

But this. This was suffering. This was pure, unadulterated torture. It felt like a truck had run over him, breaking every bone in his chest, and now he was stuck here, the weight of losing Nicholas crushing his lungs. Luckily, he knew who was to blame, which thrilled him to have a target to direct his anger.

He took a step back. It wasn't the right time to act all crazy. Not now. Not until he avenged his Nick's murder.

Taking a long drag, he gambled with the hope of getting numb as his shining gloomy eyes watched the fumes slowly drifting away, leaving a cloud of gray.

He was snapped out of his musings when he heard a throat clear.

"Boss?"

Ah! This voice. Vash didn't need to turn his head to recognize the man whose mere existence was enough to drain every last ounce of will to live from him. The brown nose of his brother, Legato Blusummers. He and his light blue, thinning hair matted on his forehead from sweat with a silver-colored shirt too loose on him.

Legato's eyes bounced between Vash and the edge of the rooftop he was standing on, emanating nervous energy yet with a disgusting type of delight. As far as this sewer rat was concerned, only one thing was standing between him and earning some value in the eyes of his master: this blond man, the little brother of Knives.

How pitiful.

Vash let out a sigh, not bothering to move, and let Legato be joyous with the thought of his brain splashing on the ground as he fell. After all, even this pathetic creature deserved a little pleasure in his miserable existence, didn't he?

The smoke burning its way out from his throat to his nostrils forced him to reconsider his choices.

As a kid, Rem forbade him from going near the ledge. It was, however, his favorite spot in the manor. The view was breathtaking, especially when the sun was about to set, and crows flew by the clouds. Soon, he recalled how he and Nic would sit here and drink whiskey on starry nights. Funny how motherfucker used to light a cigarette with another as if his life depended on it, only to make the sheets smell like ashtrays.

Well. Not anymore.

Dark shadows were casting over this lonely piece of land. He was standing one foot away from danger, life, and death, separated by a cemented ledge. Soon, it would disappear in the darkness of the night, and if he weren't careful, he would too.

Vash glanced over his shoulder at the man before the roof entrance. Seeing his expression through the smoke was hard, but Legato notched the disgust. "My household is off-limits to you," he seethed his teeth. "Scram, runt! Or I'm gonna knock you off the edge," he spoke in a cold, indifferent tone, even though he knew this would probably be a favor to this varmint.

Legato cowered a step back. His experience around the twins had taught him that they would never make empty promises, but he was ordered here to fulfill a purpose. He was a messenger. "Are you okay, Vash-sama?" Legato blurted out the words almost quietly. "You're still wearing black."

The last rays of the sun were setting in Vash's small golden earring, only to be absorbed by the tattoos adorning his neck. The corners of his mouth curled in distaste as he blew a puff of smoke out of his nose. A predatory gleam glinted in his eyes, a wicked smirk on his lips.

"No way!" he scorned. "You've got eyes like an eagle."

Irked by how this lowly human was taking his time, he patiently folded up his sleeves, cracking his neck in the meantime. "What is it? Need something from me?" he grumbled, growing increasingly annoyed. "Spit it out."

"I've got good news for you," Legato responded shortly, so sure and full of himself.

An expression of confusion washed over Vash's face for a moment, then a look of apathy replaced it. "If this is some foolish attempt at getting my attention, then I'd suggest you cut it out right now, boy," he said, releasing a tired sigh. "And don't get it twisted. I'm in no way interested in your news."

The breeze blew hard, swirling around them and stirring up their hair. Ashes flew with the wind, his seafoam eyes watching their successful escape. How lucky. A few locks of his hair fell over his eyes, and he flicked them away, taking a final inhale from his cigarette before crushing it with the sole of his boot.

Why was this dimwit still here? He needed to learn his place, and soon. Because the longer this went on, the more likely it was for Vash to have to "teach" him a lesson with the back of his hand.

The thoughts of finger-cutting and nail-pulling were almost causing his fists to ball up, but he took a deep breath and held it, counting to ten to clear his mind. He was so damn tired to deal with Legato right now. He could swear that if the man had a brain, it'd have left through the moron's ear by now. Ugh.

Seeing Legato trying to speak again, he put a hand up to silence him. "And now you're starting to bore—"

"The cargo is here," Legato said. "The one you told your men to bring."

Vash's heart stopped for five seconds before kicking into high gear and climbing up his throat. A flock of pigeons nearby were sent flying when he turned and unsheathed his signature .45 Long Colt so fast. The gun was aimed at Bluesummers, his forefinger on the trigger.

Looking around, it took Legato a moment to process the scene before him, and when he did, his golden-brown eyes widened into saucers. Seeing the intensity in Vash's eyes, he immediately halted and put up his hands, hoping to show his surrender and prevent him from making impulsive decisions. What else did he expect when he revealed something he shouldn't have known? "S-Sir," he muttered, his body trembling, his fingers digging into his palms.

With his gun still pointed at the scared man's head, Vash walked closer to him until he was just a few inches away. He grabbed him by the collar and raised the jacket right next to his throat, sneering down at him. "HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THIS? WHO TOLD YOU?" he demanded, his voice dripping with anger as he took another step toward Legato and got right up in his face. "Who do you think you're spying on me?" He gritted his teeth.

Legato looked at him, his heart lodging in his throat when he saw Vash cocked the hammer on his gun, a clear indication that he meant serious business right now. At this moment, all he felt was terror. "N-n-no," he hardly mumbled. "Master Knives…He ordered me to inform you."

"WHAT?" Vash's pulse raced, and he breathed heavily, almost as if he were about to burst.

The poor man's shoulders were shaking. "Master took the cargo in before your men since he cared for your wellbeing. He said he would gift wrap it to surprise—" He didn't dare to look the Don in the eye. His face was white with fear, his hands trembling visibly, attempting to cover his face with them. It was clear that he was utterly terrified of Vash. And with good reason, too. It was well-known what this spiky-haired man could do when he was mad.

"I don't give a damn what my brother said!" Vash snapped, each word filled with rage and venom. He placed the tip of the gun against Legato's chin. "How this happened?" His muscles tensed, and he cracked his knuckles, his blood boiling. Money-hungry mercenaries. Indeed his brother had filled their pockets as their scales had leaned toward the heavier side.

This didn't come as a surprise. A million reasons made him hate Kni, but the cherry on top was when Nicholas D. Wolfwood was murdered. It had been more than four weeks since they found out about it. Both knew the culprit. Gasback's men killed Nick for crossing some lines he wasn't supposed to, and not only did they not return his body to be buried, but they kept all of his belongings, even his glasses and fucking lighter.

He wasn't allowed to lay a finger on Gasback since the war between the two Mafia families would weaken both of them against their rivals. And certainly, Kni wasn't willing to take such a risk just because someone had taken away his little brother's favorite doll. Fucker!

He probably would have spilled his twin's blood if they weren't brothers, but when you're stuck in the mud, family, and blood relatives are all you have.

Of course, Vash had no intention of stepping back. Despite unwritten rules prohibiting him from skinning Gasback alive and playing with his bones until he begged to die, no button man had ever followed them. That dirty thief would pay for what he'd taken away from him, so he definitely needed this cargo safe and untouched.

What a pain! This whole situation appeared to require his own ways. Crossing him had to be punished, but this was a problem for another to solve. Seeing Legato's lips move, his eyes narrowed.

"Bitch was walking toward her car in the parking—"

Legato's sentence was interrupted by a fist landing on his mouth, causing him to stumble a few steps back. "Call my cargo that again and you won't live long enough to take another breath!" He fought back the urge to pull the trigger and rip this man to shreds right here and now. "You would do well to watch your tongue in my presence," he growled at him. Somehow scaring the shit out of this man was bringing some kind of peace to him.

Because here, in the dark corners of his mind, he felt a strange relief. He was always welcome here, in his loneliness, in his sadness. In this abyss, there was a rhythm he remembered. This is what anguish does to some people. When others suffer too, they don't feel alone - Vash's new philosophy.

He guessed he had been this way all along, because you can't just grow up with Kni and not find pleasure in tormenting others. Good thing they were living in separate wings of the mansion now and only met each other to finish dirty work. Better this way. However, it shouldn't be misunderstood. There was no good or bad between the Saverem twins. They were like solar and lunar eclipses. Neither brought light, only darkness.

Legato watched as Vash closed the gap between them, his nose bleeding on his pale lips. The gunman's grip was tightened on the pistol, a snarl on his face, his eyes stabbing daggers.

Vash stood too close to him, breathing down into his ear. He placed a hand on the bleeding man's shoulder, the other pressing the nuzzle of his colt on the spot his little dick must be hiding. "Where is the girl?" he hissed in a low voice. "Tell. Me. Now." He shoved Legato to the ground, making this waste of space kneel before him.

"Master keeps her in the dungeon," Legato responded, gasping as if someone had strangled his throat.

Vash paused momentarily, but those words set him off like a bomb. Having been in that dungeon before, he knew what it meant. Growling in rage, he kicked Legato in the face with his knee. Then he lowered his face to his greasy hair, a sinister smirk appearing on his lips. "You're lucky it's not a bullet going inside that hollow head of yours, runt!" His back straightened as he landed another kick in the crotch.

White, hot rage.

It was all he knew now. From where he stood, the world seemed so black and white, so easy to demolish and destroy. This new anger. It was so raw, so potent, actually calming as if that wild feeling had finally found its place. Having stopped ripping out his gut, the monster in him sat comfortably in his bones, a powerful desire that he thought might consume him.

He was a monster.

He could do anything.

Anything.

And first things first, he was going to accept his dear brother's invitation. It would be rude not to attend the party, wouldn't it? He had to visit Kni personally and express his gratitude. It may be the time for Kni to learn the lesson he failed to grasp the first time.

Do. Not. Touch. My. Stuff.

This girl was his. She belonged to him. Skin to the bone, his revenge leverage, and no one else would get their hands on his toy. No one. This time, Kni and his goons made a grave mistake.

Turning back the gun in its holster, Vash approached the door, making his way to the dungeon—the playroom.

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[h4venpha]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𓂃 ⟡

idk i just like possessiveness. and wolfwood

“kiss me.”

“—what?” you almost spit out your drink.

“kiss me,” wolfwood repeats, hand reaching up to grab your jaw and tilt your head as he leans down.

“wha— what are you doing?” you whisper-yell, heat rising to your face while you place your glass on the table.

“cmon…” he grumbles, voice rumbling as his other hand sneaks down to tug you in by your belt loops. you squeak and close your eyes as he presses his fingers into your cheeks before slotting his lips against yours. you can taste the smoke and the alcohol in his mouth, its intoxicating as you relax into the kiss.

wolfwood moves to your jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your nape. his hand slides possessively to your lower back as he makes eye contact with the man behind you. you can feel him smile against your neck.

wolfwood pulls away and lets out a triumphant snort and watches out of the corner of his eye as the man walks away. still, his hand stays firm on your hip and he turns to pick up his cigarette from where he propped it up in the ash tray.

“what was that for?” you huff, fanning your face gently

wolfwood blows out smoke, greyish white clouds curling toward you. “someone was eyein’ you,” he sighs.

“really? that wasn’t just your excuse to kiss me?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“you complainin’?” wolfwood chuckles, fingers rubbing just above your waist line.

“well— no but—“

“shhh shh then it’s fine, yeah?” he grumbles, pulling you possessively against his side.

[yurinaa-world]

Characters: Vash and Nicholas x Gender-neutral reader

Synopsis: S/o lays in their lap

Warnings: fluff

Notes: Might make Drabble of this

Vash "The Humanoid Typhoon"

Vash would be a little surprised that you're lying on his lap without a care in the world.

He would ask you if you were really tired you should go sleep somewhere more comfortable instead of on his lap with a soft smile on his face.

The words "What if I want to stay in your lap?" coming out of your mouth would make Vash go a little red in the face.

Lying in his lap in silence with eyes closed and relaxed, before feeling Vash’s flesh fingers play with your hair,

When you fall asleep, he would stay there for a while.

The way you look peaceful when you sleep; when he’s with you, he forgets the pain.

But after a while, he would take you to bed so you wouldn’t have any neck pains after you woke up.

Nicholas D Wolfwood “The Punisher”

When you lay in Nicholas's lap out of nowhere, he would ask, "What the hell are you doing?" but you just grinned at him and ignored him.

He would pinch your cheek and tell you to answer him, and when you gave him the answer, he would smirk.

He would leave you to lay in his lap but then start playing with your hair, teasing you for wanting to lay in his lap (he lives to see you flustered).

He would light a cigarette, but he’ll blow the smoke somewhere else if it’s bothering you.

He loves it when you lie in his lap; he loves the times you fall asleep to him because your face is cutest when you're asleep.

Nicholas would stay still as you slept, looking at your face, being glad to meet and spend moments like this.

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[bugtastic]

To reach you is a dream of man.

Nicolas D. Wolfwood x gn!reader.

tags: fluff, small bits of angst if you squint

warnings: a bit suggestive with the kissing, wolfwood is a bit jealous of vash, alcohol consumption

summary: wolfwood LONGS for you and sulks but he gets all the kisses and hugs he deserves

word count: i have no idea. it's long tho so have a drink beside you i'll take you on a ride with this one.

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He couldn't take his eyes off you.

Smiling at the Humanoid Typhoon, you laughed with him. Him. That stupid Needle Noggin'. Wolfwood's head was on the counter of the bar holding his drink like it would run away the moment he released his death grip on the glass. The bartender noticed his sour mood, but that's nothing new to them. Every once in a while, a depressed patreon comes in and drowns themselves in their sorrow, thinking alcohol would help them. Wolfwood was no different right now. He knows for sure Roberto noticed his longing gaze on you as you warped a hand around Vash's shoulder, laughing cheerfully, and the blond brought his drink next to yours, making a *clank* sound.

Vash just seemed to make you smile so easily. Why couldn't he be the only one to make you smile? Well… he does. Wolfwood's eyes have a spark in them, remembering the time he made you laugh. Oh, how he would love to hear that sound again.

Your laugh was precious.

One night, Wolfwood smoked up a storm, as usual. Sitting down in the sand and lighting a cigarette, he saw a figure sit down next to him. He knew it was you. He could never mistake you for someone else. Your aura had something special that instantly calmed the raging demons inside of him. He didn't turn to you, only looking ahead of him. Everyone was asleep. Meryl was asleep in the truck with Roberto, and Vash was on top of the truck snoring loudly.

Why didn't you just go to sleep?

Why must you bother him with your presence?

The moment you're close to him, he wants to hold you close to him.

Cage his arms around you, bury his nose in your hair as your smell envelopes his entire being.

He had to restrain himself. He just quietly enjoyed your presence. This was enough for him.

You stared at him and Wolfwood felt like one of his strings was just about ready to break and he would have kissed you right then and there, but he stubbornly held himself back. You moved closer to him and spoke.

„Wolfwood, why are you always awake so late at night?“ You questioned. Oh, how he loved the gentle way your voice would sound when you called out his name. His heart clenched. How he wished to hear you say his real name, Nicholas. His heart clenched tighter in his chest.

„Can't sleep. What about you though, Stardust? You're always out like a light the moment the moons appear in the sky.“ You chuckled quietly. Wolfwood felt his pride grow at your chuckle. He was the one who made you do that, not him. Not that outlaw.

You looked at the sky and laid down from your sitting position. You stared at the moons glowing brightly in the sky. „I just… can't sleep. Too many thoughts I guess. I thought that all that running we did today to protect Vash would leave me glued to my sleeping bag. But I guess not, my brain decided otherwise instead!“ You yelled that last part a bit loudly. Your hands flew to your mouth and you looked around alarmingly, hoping that your sudden outburst didn’t wake anyone up - thankfully, it didn’t. 

Wolfwood chuckled deeply at your worry for the others. God, you could be so adorable, he thought as he finally turned around to look at you. What he saw was something he never saw you do before in his presence. Your face flushed, a beautiful red hue coloured over your cheeks, gentle eyes wide with what seemed to be joy and something else, your fingers barely brushing over your plump pink lips.

„Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud there.“ You chuckled nervously, quickly burying your face in your hands. No, why are you apologizing? You just gave him the most beautiful image he would keep for eternity in his mind. In that moment, he would replay that image of your flushed face over and over and over again. Oh, how he wished to take your hands away from your face and gaze at your beautiful features. In private, he noticed you didn’t like looking at yourself in mirrors. When he asked about it, you gave a small and quick answer with a small smile, saying that you didn’t really like the way you looked though he needn’t worry about it. 

But he thought differently. The moment he saw you he thought that God himself had sent you to soothe him, to forgive him of all the sins he's committed. You were so beautiful to him. You were gorgeous, pretty, breathtaking, amazing, and all the words he couldn’t think of in that moment that could possibly describe your beauty. To reach out to you, to hold you steady in his arms, an angel sent to No Man's Land, would be a dream come true. 

He stayed calm and collected, dragging his cigarette and puffing out a cloud of smoke. „No matter. You don't need to say sorry. Tell me, child, what sinful thoughts are running through your mind?“ Wolfwood teased. You shoot up from your lying position immediately, and your face flushed again at his statement before snorting. Every time you snorted, you put a hand on your mouth, stifling it as much as you could. „You shouldn't hide your laugh like that, Stardust.“ He said as he grinned wildly, enjoying this rare moment of you two being alone together.

„Hey-„ You started but quickly stopped as you saw Vash stir in his sleep on top of the truck. You lowered your voice as you started poking the priest on his shoulder. „You can't just say stuff like that! Also, I would never confess anything to you. You're a lousy priest, after all. Carrying a cross around that's actually a machine- actually laser- whatever gun- it's not holy even in the slightest!"

You started poking him more on purpose to annoy him. "Does." *poke* "Not." *poke* "Count." *poke* "To." *poke* "Being." *poke* "A." *poke* "Priest." *poke*

Wolfwood laughed deeply. You stopped poking him, and as you were about to ask what was so funny, you felt his hand grab yours and pull you towards him. You squealed softly, feeling your cascade over him. You closed your eyes as you felt your cheek hit something hard. As you opened your eyes, you saw that you were on his chest and Wolfwood was lying down in the sand. You held yourself up on your elbows as you were about to scold Wolfwood for laying in the sand. His clothes will get dirty! But then again, you were laying on the sand a minute ago as well…

As you were about to say something you saw something in his eyes. A sparkle? A trick of the light? A small, fragmented glow that you could have easily missed if you never challenged yourself to stare into his eyes. His dark eyes stared right back at you. Minutes felt like hours, and the two of you wished this very moment would last forever.

Wolfwood stared at you longingly, adoringly. He was so close to you, your bodies touching and molding perfectly, as though you were made for each other, and he wanted nothing more than to caress your cheek and close the distance between the two of you. 

God, your lips never looked so inviting before. He could feel his inner demons taunt him in the back of his mind, telling him to give in to his selfish desires. To keep you close to him forever and never let go. 

Ah-

You seem to snap back to reality. You smile at him, flashing that gorgeous smile which causes his heart to ache painfully with longing and he feels a sense of pride warm his chest. Only he got to see that delicate smile of yours. Only he knows the worth of that dazzling smile.

„I'll confess to you. Not my sins, but my thoughts, if you are willing to listen, Father.“ That last word was supposed to come off as a tease but your gentle tone and smile failed to give it any teasing remark. You noticed that Wolfwood didn't have his signature sunglasses on. You never realised he took them off to begin with. He didn’t even have a cigarette trapped between his lips. Where did his last bud go? You feel exposed like this. You take a deep breath and stare at Wolfwood's awe-struck expression. He blinks up at you, watching as you adjusted your position so you were now straddling his hips, his hands unknowingly pressing into your thighs and holding onto them.

He had to suppress a groan of satisfaction at the sudden contact and he chose to ignore it - for now.

He grins up at you. You giggle at his expression. 

„I'm all ears, Stardust.“ He said softly, encouragingly. You start speaking about something, something about your day, the fears you encountered today, fears from the past. But he couldn't hear you, your words falling deaf to his ears. He could only admire your features as you spoke. Your eyes, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, lips - he's so hyper focused on everything that is you right now. You, atop of him under the night sky, the shining glow of the moons, painting you like a portrait in his eyes. Oh, how he wishes he had a camera on him right now, just so he could save the image of what he saw. You, under the night sky above him, confessing all your fears to him. Not just to any priest, but to him, to Nicholas.

A sharp sound of glass hitting the counter breaks his reminiscing. He groans as he sees Roberto staring down at him with squinted, blood-shot eyes.

„What do you want, Scruffy?“ Wolfwood manages to blurt out in his drunken state. Meryl appears from behind Roberto, looking at Wolfwood. She feels pity for him. Her and Roberto - even in their tipsy state - could clearly see Wolfwood’s look of longing as he stared at you. 'It's pathetic!', Meryl said to Robreto. If he can tease and bicker with her all the time, not sparing her of any harsh words he spews out at her, he should be able to tell you how he feels with just as much ease. And anyone with a pair of eyes can tell he feels strongly about you. 

Meryl noticed the way his demeanor sparks up like a firecracker when you talk with him. She also noticed how he never seems to tease you as harshly as he does her. When you back her up though, he seems to tone it down a notch as you tease him back and then you both start throwing playful, teasing insults at one another. Those moments are what make Wolfwood smile when he thinks no one else realises. A genuine smile from Wolfwood, Meryl noted. Looks like you're the only one that can wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. You poke your tongue out and make funny faces at him as Meryl hides behind your back. The moment you turn around though, taking Meryl with you, she turns around and pokes her tongue out at the Undertaker as he quietly growls back at her as Vash tries to calm him down by patting his shoulder lightly. 

Back to the present, Meryl looks at you and Vash speaking together about a random topic she didn’t have much of an interest in joining in. She was too tired to deal with you and Vash and your drunken bullshit. But she's also tired of Wolfwood's bullshit. She swipes the undertaker's drink from his hand as he tries to reach back for it only for him to slump back down to the counter.

God that's a depressing sight.

She pulls Wolfwood back up with her hands gripping his shoulders. He simply stares back at her, a sour expression on his red cheeked face and a heated glare which sent daggers straight into Meryl’s soul.

Some kind of priest, huh?

„You HAVE to talk to her! Call her up to your room and talk. Do you have any idea how depressing and creepy it is to watch you stare at (Y/N) for almost 2 hours now? Big guy handling a machine gun almost double his size but can't handle telling his true feelings towards someone? How pathetic.“ Meryl exclaimed dramatically, flailing her hands around as she spoke. 

Hearing her words awakened something deep in Wolfwood. It felt like anger, but it was far more primal than that. Anger which he had never realised he felt before - until he watched you laugh joyfully with Needle Noggin’ of all people. 

„I'll show you ‘pathetic’ little lady. I'll SHOW you.“ He stood up from his chair and walked over to where you and Vash were sitting. He stares at you and Vash as you both don't notice him at all, too caught up in your conversation.

Oh , how he wishes he could just blow out the blond’s brain with the Punisher.

He clears his throat as you and Vash try to find where the sound came from. Yours and Vash’s attention are now on Wolfwood, and you smile brightly at him.

You were drunk. From the way you swayed back and forth even when firmly sat on the stool to the hazed look of joy and drunken stupor in your eyes. It took you a moment to realise that it was Wolfwood, but when you did, your heart immediately sparked with a joy that clearly formed in your eyes.

„WOLFWOOD! Join us~ me and Vash were just talking about you hehehe~“ You and the blond giggle at each other as Wolfwood stares blankly at the two of you, his brow arching slightly.

„Yeahhhh! Come have some fun! You always have a frown imprinted on your face, I bet (Y/N) could help replace it with a smileee~! Your smiles are JUST the best hahaha~.“ Vash says as you hit him playfully on the shoulder telling him ‘staaawppp it Vashhh'.

Wolfwood thinks he might hurl the sight of you two.

He shakes his head as he remembers the reason why he's here. „You're coming with me, Stardust, we need to talk.“ He takes your hand causing you to whine and wave back at Vash, who was simply far too drunk to even stop you from being kidnapped. 

Wolfwood drags you through the bar and through the hallways of the hotel you're all staying at. You stare up at him thinking what the hell has gotten into him, though you did not make a move to stop him even as his grip tightened around your wrist, causing you to hiss in pain.

He stopped immediately, eyes widening slightly at the realisation that he was hurting you. How could he treat you like this when he was just worshipping you in his head a minute ago?

Wolfwood loosens his grip but never lets go, the warmth of his hand sending shivers up your arm and spine. You both walk together in comfortable silence as he takes you to his room, a whirlwind of emotions spinning through both of your minds. 

He briefly lets go of your wrist to unlock the door to his room, and you rub your hand unconsciously, missing the warmth that was there moments ago. 

When he finally manages to unlock the door, it swings open and he holds it for you, gesturing for you to enter first like a true gentleman. You chuckled. 

It was a rather small room, but neither of you had the right to complain. Having a bed and a roof over your head was better than slumbering in the back of some car in the middle of the desert. The quiet priest walks past you as you make your way to his bed, taking a seat on the very edge as he turns the lamp on to illuminate the darkened room. 

You patiently wait, watching curiously as he removes his sunglasses from his face and takes off his jacket. You felt your cheeks warm at the sight - seeing him so exposed yet still perfectly covered. It felt like home, in a way. You felt the bed dip slightly as he sat right next to you, leaving only a small distance between the two of you. His head hung low and he stared at the floor, unsure of what to say.

There was a moment of silence, which was cut abruptly by the sound of his soft, hesitant voice.

„Stardust, remember the night when you confessed your fears to me?“ You nod, and he continues. „That night I think I finally realised I couldn't take my damn hands off you. I craved your presence. I hogged all of your attention that night and I was drunk on it. I was… drunk on you in general.“ He laughed deeply as you felt your cheeks warm up. „Every time darn time that Needle Noggin’ is with you, I want to tear his head off with my bare hands. You give so much to him and he makes you smile so easily and I wish… I wish I could make you smile the same way he does and I-„ He stops himself abruptly, his hands clenching together.

Wolfwood dared to look up at you, to see your reaction to his words and he swore his heart skipped a beat then and there. You smiled at him, so serenely, so beautiful.  A smile, he confesses, he has only ever seen once before. The same smile he saw on that night. He suddenly felt too embarrassed to continue. 

He stared at the floor for what felt like long, agonising minutes until he felt something soft and gentle touch his cheek. Wolfwood looked over at you.

Your hand.

Your hand was touching him, of your own free will. 

You scooted closer to him. He felt your hips and legs touch his and he felt a shiver go through him. God, he craved you so much that it was absolute torture to not just take you in his arms right then and there. He felt like he was going to fall apart just from your touch.

But he waited. Patiently. He waited until he was certain that this was not some sick dream he was having. He needed to know that it wasn’t just his mind playing a cruel trick on him.

You could feel his scent - the smell of burnt ash and whiskey. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. His breath hitched in his throat when you began to speak. „I love you, Wolfwood. I have for a very long time now, actually. Ever since I met you with the crew.“

The Undertaker raised his hand over your own that rested on cheek, his warm palm shooting sparks up your arm.

He could stay like this forever.

„Don't you… Don’t you like Needle Noggin?“ Wolfwood questioned. 

You pulled back, creating space between the two of you as you stared at him with wide eyes. Then, much to his shock, you burst into a fit of laughter, causing Wolfwood to deadpan at your reaction and for you to apologise in between chuckles.

„Vash and I? No! We're just travel companions. We have known each other for a long time but we have more of a sibling relationship. Nothing romantic.“ You explain.

For the first time that night, Wolfwood exhaled a deep breath of relief that he did not realise he was holding. You chuckled at his reaction. 

A moment of comfortable silence slipped between the two of you as you shared this tender moment. Sparks of adoration and longing tantalised your fingers and heart strings and a primal look formed in Wolfwood’s dark eyes, a look which only you could create. 

He wanted more. Something inside him is telling him to just go for it.

Take your chance, Nicolas.

It's now or never.

Without even realising it, Wolfwood managed to wrap his arm around your waist and hoist you onto his lap in one swift, fluid motion, which made you silently scream.

Your face was crimson red as you stared at him with wide eyes. Oh, how he simply loved that look on your face - a look which was caused by only him and no one else. And for that, he felt smug.

„Wh- Wha-” You started and Wolfwood hushed you gently, brushing away strands of loose hair behind your ear as he brought you closer, so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips. 

„What are you doing…?“ You asked quietly, your soft voice nearly going unheard.

Wolfwood was a greedy man. He knew that from the very beginning. But with you? ‘Greedy’ wasn’t even the right word to describe what he felt for you. 

„I have something to confess to you, Stardust.“ His intense gaze flickered between your lips and sparkling eyes. You moved forward as if on pure instinct, more than prepared to close the gap between you. 

He could no longer wait. Not now. Not ever. Not when the demons on his shoulder told him to take every part of you. 

And that is exactly what he planned on doing.

He moved his hand to the back of your neck and gently brought his lips onto yours. 

Desperation was sharp on his lips. His hand wandered from your neck to your hair, fingers brushing through soft strands while his other hand held your shaking form in place. 

He grew cocky, biting your lower lip gently, slipping his tongue through the folds when you gasped softly against him. He smiled triumphantly into the kiss, pulling you even closer with a hand pressed to the small of your back. 

You could taste the longing on his tongue, the need and want, as you both fought for domination, though the winner was clear from the very beginning. Your presence alone could only satiate a small part of his hunger for you. He wanted - no, he needed - more of you. 

Every single part of you was enticing, inviting him in as your hands roamed his clothed chest and arms, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around madly. You wanted this too, for so long.

It was so hard to believe any of this was real. But it was. And the marks will remain there long after you both are done.

You both pulled away from one another to catch your breaths, your foreheads pressed together, and the tips of your noses touching. Wolfwood chuckles breathlessly, holding you close. „I haven't even confessed yet, my angel."

You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, lips twitching upward into a smile. „Didn't you basically show how you felt?“ You pointed out, laughing softly.

Wolfwood shakes his head, inhaling your scent deeply as he cups your warm cheeks in the palm of his hands. He looks up at you with glossy eyes filled with hope, with love. Gorgeous, sparkling black eyes which now possessed a light in them. 

„I love you. I love you so much (Y/N).“ He kisses you again. „The number of times I thought about you have been endless. Every waking moment, I think about you. Even in my own dreams, I can only think of you.“ 

This time, you pull him by the collar of his shirt, and you plant your lips firmly against his. Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you can feel them fall slowly, steadily, which Wolfwood wipes away with his thumb tenderly.

Even out of pure joy, he did not wish to see you cry.

„I love you too, Nicholas. I love you so much Nico. I love you, I love you!“ You cheerfully chant, his name rolling off your tongue perfectly. You couldn't stop the words from falling out like a waterfall.

You do love him afterall.

Wolfwood wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you down onto the bed with him. He buries his face into your hair and kisses the top of your head lovingly. You nuzzle your face into his chest, the rapid beating of his heart and his scent lulling you to sleep. 

He holds you tighter, your words repeating in his head and he could not help but smile.

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

A man, a sinner like him, should not be so fortunate. He has killed many, committed many sins whether they be the work of God or not. But, even so, a kind-hearted and gentle person like you could look past all of his fatal flaws and love him so dearly.

If this is the work of demons, then damn, so be it. He would spend an eternity in primordial flame if it meant that he could always hold you as close as he was holding you now.

He, Nicholas, fell asleep with you wrapped protectively in his arms, smiling. 

He finally heard your voice call out his name.

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notes:

thank you for reading this long ass fic. this is the first piece i actually wrote for trigun. i remember being so frustrated that there are no wolfwood fics and i just exploded. And wrote this. i hope you enjoyed it!

also, also, my asks are open so feel free to talk to me!

[tenabrye]

So I just finished binging the entire original anime and, as someone who immediately fell in love with Wolfwood, I'm sad and desperate for some soft content for him. I'm very happy that I found your blog and looking forward to when your requests open again <3

Soft content with Wolfwood coming right up. :D

(I recently found out he wore a choker with a cross on it and it's all I can think about now)

He was forever in debt to you for saving his life. Most would have simply left him to die in the desert heat, but not you. Having encountered his half-dead self when making the usual grocery trip into town, you knew you couldn't just leave him there. So, you loaded him onto your Thomas and headed back home. Most would have believed you to be quite careless for bringing an unknown man back to your abode, however, you simply couldn't leave him out there like that. The intense and prolonged exposure to the heat during the day, the drastic ice-filled air during the night, or perhaps even the various creatures and people lurking just over the dunes could have killed him. You weren't about to let that happen to him.

Now, when he woke, Nicholas hadn't a single clue as to where he was or even how he had gotten here. All he knew was that he was in a bed with a damp cloth resting on his forehead, and he had been stripped of his suit and shoes, leaving him in only his boxers. If he wasn't so comfortable resting on the soft mattress, he would have been worried about the situation he found himself in. His eyes glanced around the room he was in, soon letting them fall on a small, framed photo of what looked to be a man and a woman. He squinted his eyes, taking note of how the woman in the photograph was much younger than the man, with him having gray in his hair and beard.

The door soon opened, causing Nicholas to turn his attention away from the photo and to the woman that entered the room. She was the same one he saw in the picture with the man. "Oh," you spoke, surprised to see him already awake, "I didn't expect you to wake anytime soon." He noticed she carried a small basin in and placed it on the bedside table beside him. He could hear the water swish gently within it. "I came to re-damp the cloth for you."

"Thank you," he said, eyes fixated on you as you took the cloth from his forehead and wetted it in the basin. You glanced at him, your eyes meeting his, and you smiled softly at him. "Did you remove my clothes?" He asked you.

The smile on your face broadened as you chuckled and shook your head at him. "No," you answered, "that was my father. Don't worry, he's a doctor." He hummed in response and turned to look back up at the ceiling. "You were in pretty bad shape when I found you, you know. Who knows what would have happened if I didn't bring you back..."

"Thank you, again," he told you.

"You don't need to thank me. It was the right thing to do. I couldn't leave you out in the heat like that." The ravenette turned his attention back to you, his eyes now soft. "You could have died, or worse," she said.

He can't recall a time in which someone ever saved him out of the kindness of their heart. In fact, he wasn't so sure people like that were still around, nor that he would encounter someone like that. His lips curled into a soft smile as he closed his eyes, only to open them when he felt the cloth being placed back onto his forehead. The coolness of the material felt nice against his heated skin, causing him to let out a content sigh. "There must be some way to thank you, Mrs...?"

"Miss (L/n)," you told him, "but you can just call me (Y/n), and there's no need to, Mr...?"

"Wolfwood," he said, "Nicholas D. Wolfwood."

"Well, Mr. Wolfwood, you don't have to repay me for helping you. Just think of it as a helping hand that requires no payment in return." You smiled down at him and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Little did you know, he would do the exact opposite. It didn't take long for him to be able to get out of bed and move around, asking you and your father what he could do to be of assistance around your home. You told him he didn't have to do such a thing and that he was free to go, however, his stubbornness was simply too strong to just up and leave like that. So, your father had him tend to the little vegetable garden you had back behind the house. Nicholas felt as thought this still wasn't enough and would ask yet again on what other tasks he could do to help. That's when your father suggested he go with you to town on the next grocery run.

"Why do you stay?" You asked him on the ride to town.

He glanced at you and chuckled. "I don't feel right leaving when I haven't paid you back for--"

"I've told you many times before that you don't need to repay me. Is it difficult to believe that people help others without the expectation of being repaid?" You looked at him with a small frown on your face.

He mimicked the expression and closed his eyes, sighing. "I'm not used to people doing things for me without me paying them back..."

A sigh fell from your lips as your shoulders slumped. "I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on you. I just want you to know that you don't need to feel obligated to stay until we're paid back. You're free to go if you want to."

That was the issue he found himself having. You told him he was free to leave without repaying you, yet he simply couldn't. He knew the reason why, but he hid it behind the whole act of repayment rather than telling you, however, he knew he couldn't keep the little act up for long. Especially since he ended up prolonging his stay to two months now. You figured he would have left within the week after your little chat on the ride to town that day, but apparently not. You weren't sure as to what the exact reason was, since he finally knew he didn't have to repay your kindness.

Him being here was a nice change Having someone to speak to when your father left to make home visits to patients, oftentimes being gone longer than anticipated due to unexpected sandstorms in the area. It wasn't long before you found yourself growing fond of Nicholas, not knowing he had felt the same as well, until one night. It was the same ordeal, what with your father having to leave yet again for another check up on a patient of his. By this point, he trusted Wolfwood with you, his only daughter. Not to mention that you would be far safer with him rather than by yourself, just in case something were to happen.

Having bid your father farewell about two hours ago, you and Nicholas were seated at the small table in the kitchen. He had made dinner for the two of you, a hidden talent you didn't know he had until his third week of staying. "I love your cooking, Nicholas," you said, smiling softly as you cut up a piece of smoked Thomas and placed it in your mouth. The flavor was exquisite and the meal well done. "You've outdone yourself this time."

The man chuckled and waved off the compliment. "You think so?" He asked. "It's just the same meal from the first time I cooked for you." His eyes became half lidded as he stared at you with such tenderness.

"Oh? Is it really?" You questioned, brow raised. "Strange, because it really does taste as though you did something different to it. Perhaps that's just because of how good of a cook you are."

He chuckled once more and closed an eye as he rested his chin in his hand. "You know, you could taste my cooking everyday if you'd like to."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said." He continued to stare at you, his lips having broadened into a wider smile.

You chewed slowly, soon swallowing the piece of meat before you frowned at him. "I wouldn't want to keep you from leaving and going back to your home, or continuing your travels."

Nicholas closed his other eye and softly hummed before he opened both eyes and stared at you. "I don't mind not having to travel as much. As for a home, well, as cliché as this sounds, the home is where your heart is, and mine seems to be right here, with you."

"You don't mean that," you said.

"Oh, but I do. At first, it really was about repaying you and your father for your kindness and helping to keep me alive, but," he trailed off, voice growing softer, "then I realized the reason why I couldn't leave. If you'll let me, I'd like to stay here with you, indefinitely."

The smile on your face seemed to give him the answer he searched for. "I actually would love for you to stay, Nicholas." God, he loved the way his name fell from your lips. Honey-dipped sweetness to his ears. You watched as he stood from his seat and approached you, eyes staring deeply into your own before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey, but you loved it. To him, you tasted like the sweetest honey he's ever had, and he craved it.

His prior debt to you shifted, now becoming a need to stay by your side, and he did. Nicholas had never been so thankful for almost dying in the desert, and he would do it again if it meant you would come to his rescue once more.