#nicolas d. wolfwood x gn reader

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Wolfwood kissing headcanons(?)

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• Soft Kisses - Soft kisses are Wolfwood's second favorite when all he could do is softly place small kisses upon the tip of your nose, or under your eye bags. If you have scars he'd lay careful pecks on those scars whether they're one's of harm or from the past.

• Deep Kisses - Nicolas enjoys spending time with you, especially when the two of you are alone. Deep kisses are full of passion and love, and he'd want nothing more than to have the feeling of his s/o's lips on his. Countless times has the punisher craved for the taste of your mouth, your arms around his neck as the both of you stand upon the warm sand whilst the suns shunned down the two of you.

• Breathless Kisses - Kisses like these leave the punisher in a daze. Lips on lips while the other's check in a motel/inn they've come across, you and Nicolas staying back in the vehicle kissing the time away afraid this moment won't ever happen again if the two of you were to stop anytime soon. It was only a few seconds when the both of you decided to pull away for air staring into each other's eyes having to take deep breathes in order to regain air again.

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SORRY THIS IS SHORT I KINDA WROTE THIS IN A RUSH HELPPP

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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.

like and reblog if u want! notes are at the end of the fic! enjoy :)

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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!

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HELLO WHIRLL!!

May I request a Wolfwood X Gn reader, for the reader doesn’t show emotion, but when their childhood friend Nicolas is hurt that’s when they let their emotions out ?

Like say Nicolas wasn’t thinking and jumped right into danger in the heat of the moment and it pissed reader off cause he almost died💥💥

And could this be friends to lovers as well?

Thank you so much, i hope you’re having a good day/night stay hydrated! <3 and please take your time there’s no rush :))

Hello! <3 Thank you for the request! <3 Also I’m so sorry these are always so long, I am incapable of writing anything less than 800 words it seems. Okay Im always going to be a Vash girly, he has my heart. But lowkey writing all this Wolfwood stuff is kinda turning me into a Wolfwood girly as well.

'Bad ideas, and big guns'

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Reader

This was a bad idea, you knew Wolfwood could feel your glare on the back of his head. This was a bad idea ever since he got sideswiped by that reporter's car. You always followed without complaint, you knew he had his missions and you didn't ask what they intended. You didn't ask a lot of questions these days, just secretly happy to be at Nicholas's side again. Both growing up in that orphanage, you left first. It was by happenstance that you got away and never looked back. 

Running into Wolfwood again was quite the shock, maybe it was the guilt of abandoning him to his fate that kept you at his side. He didn't seem to mind, he tried to keep you out of it all. But you could fight, and you could kill, it made you use when needed. However, your opinion apparently didn't matter to Wolfwood, you thought it was dangerous to get too caught up in it all. It was getting too personal with Vash and his ragtag group; you knew it and Wolfwood knew it too.

Expect the stubborn ass wasn't listening, and was ignoring you now. It didn't matter, he wouldn't be able to tell what you were thinking anyway. You always had your emotions locked down, it made surviving easier when you could turn it all off. With a sigh you turned your gaze away, this town was like every other one you’d come across. Wolfwood and Vash were at the bar, Roberto was out having a smoke and you were sitting with Meryl at a table in the corner. 

You don't know how it starts, but it always happens too quickly. Guns are drawn on Vash, he doesn’t want to fight and it causes an uproar. You lose sight of Vash and Wolfwood as you drag Meryl out of the bar for some cover, you curse shoving Meryl out of the way as bullets rain down on the two of you. 

Moving behind some crates you bring out your own weapon, these small fries would be easy to handle. No, the real problem was the guy with the tank rolling in, you sigh leaning your head back. One normal day would be nice, just one. You hope Meryl is in a safer spot when you lean out of cover to start shooting. 

You don't get to hide for long when the tank is turned toward you. Your eyes widen as you scramble to your feet to get away. The sound is deafening, you drop to the ground. Nearly avoiding the hit, someone grabs you by the back of your shirt and hauls you to your feet. You bring your gun around to backhand them only for it to be blocked by Wolfwoods large weapon, you frown he smirks. “That’s the thanks I get for saving ya?”

“We’re not out of this yet.” You hiss, at him as he drags you behind a building. “Stay here, one blast from the punisher and it’ll bring it down.” Wolfwood doesn’t look at you as he says this, you yank on his arm to get him to turn. “That’s a stupid idea, you might not be able to a charged shot. Don't jump in without a real plan!” Wolfwood shoves you back hard, and you stumbled catching yourself on the building. “Worry about yourself.” 

You watch him take off weapon in hand, spinning it to engage its laser mode. You hate when you are right, it takes a moment too long to charge the tank fires first, Wolfwood second. The shots meet in a giant explosion. You're forced to move back behind the building, covering your eyes from all the dust and debris falling. 

The town goes silent, you leave your hiding spot. Heart-racing Wolfwood had to be directly in the blast, “Wolfwood” you called out, trying to keep your voice calm, you noticed a building in the back now has a large hole in it. Racing over you search through the debris, “Nicholas!” your voice definitely rose an octave higher as you dropped to your knees beside him, shoving wood off of him. 

He was knocked out and bleeding badly, your hands searched through its pockets finding one of the vials he carried around. Snapping the end off, you forced the liquid down his throat. Sitting back on your heels with a sigh as his wounds began to heal. You place your hand on his cheek, “Wolfwood? Can you hear me?” You ask it softly, his eyes open to your smiling face. 

“See one shot is all it took.” Your smile turns to a frown when you grab him sharply by the shoulders and begin to shake him. “You asshole! Would you just listen to me once!” you snapped out, your voice shaking with slight fear. “God I just want to hit you! Don't you ever think?” Wolfwood looks at you in shock, grabbing both of your wrists to stop your assault. “Worried about me?” he says it with that stupid smirk of his, now you really want to hit him. 

You shove him back hard, and he yelps, “I’m always worried about your dumbass!” You stand, turning to leave you don't get very far when Wolfwood grabs you by the ankle causing you to fall. You catch yourself on your hands, kicking him forcing him to let go and he yells out a ‘hey!’ 

You huff turning over to sit and look at him, “And just what was that for?” he's giving you an odd look one that unfortunately makes your heart race, Wolfwood sits up, leaning his arms over his bent knees he smirks as you. “I like this side of you, the fight.” You groan, face heating up at his words. 

“You bring out the worse in me.” You say it with a light laugh.

“I think you bring the best out in me.” He says it too seriously. 

You pause at his words, he’s staring at you openly now “Careful now, sounds like you care about me.” You say it lightly, allowing him to pull back if he needs to, you smile as he looks away nervous. Wolfwood always put on such a show for other people, but to you, he’d always be that awkward kid back in the orphanage who tried to get you to laugh. God how the two of you had grown. 

“And if I do?” He turns back to you, grinning now. Ah, so it looks like he's not going to pull back, good. You sit up on your knees in front of him, leaning in. “I would say the feelings are mutual.” You smirk grabbing him by the collar of his shirt roughly and pulling him towards you. “You ever pull that shit again I'm killing you myself got it?” 

“Got it.” He grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. You roll your eyes, leaning into the kiss, at least you got to wipe that smirk off his face.

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I see a fellow Wolfwood lover!! I also just started writing for Stampede and also get sooo distracted so take your time!

I would like to know your headcanons for Wolfwood having a crush! Is it obvious? Does he acknowledge it right away? Or is it more of a “oh shit im in love with them” kind of moment?? And would he ever confess??

Thanks! :D

SCREAMS. This kind of came out rushed as i was worried i wouldn’t publish it sooner, but i hope you like this! It’s kind of short(?) thank you for the ask!! :))

I love Wolfwood so much imgonna

Wolfwood x gn reader confession headcanons!

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• I’d like to imagine Wolfwood realizing it way after he’s caught feeling’s

• Way before the two of you met he thought you were just going to be someone temporary in his life, He was never interested in you before as you were just some kind of assistant in his eyes. Until you got yourself involved in a situation where you could’ve gotten hurt, he never saw you as the daring or willing to give up everything just to save someones life type when you pushed him out of the way when a bullet was fired towards him that had only scraped a portion of your arm.

• He was angry to say. Why on earth did you do that? Nicolas hadn’t realized what he was doing until you were calling out his name with a careless smile on your face, almost laughing when he pulled away from smoothing his hand over your arm subconsciously with a worried look in his eye. He couldn’t stop thinking about that moment, and wondered how he really felt about you.

• Feelings were almost complicated feeling the way he felt around you, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Nicolas knew exactly what it was but he was too caught up in himself to admit it.

• What would you think? Would your relationship between the undertaker change if he did confess? He couldn’t just think up scenarios and keep these feelings waiting, he had to do something about them.

• It was when the two of you were alone walking along the sandy dunes of the desert on the way to nowhere when he decided to confess, with a cigarette nestled between his lips hanging loosely confession flowing out of his dry parched mouth.

• It was almost funny when he heard the exact same words come out of your mouth, the both of you had confessed at the same time. Wolfwood would look at you with surprise, his mouth hanging open slightly before he’d regain himself standing a bit taller to look you in the eyes.

• All he could do was smile whilst seeing the giddy expression on your face, you must’ve been waiting for this moment. He would’ve confessed sooner if he knew how you felt.

The two of you gather around a fire and roast worms together🦾🦾🦾💯💯💯💯🔥🔥💥💥

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So I've been getting some requests and i thought why not set up a page here yk🦾

REQUESTS CLOSED

Things you need to know:

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• I only write for gender neutral/no gender related reader's. I was going to write unless requested otherwise but i have changed my mind, for this reason only being there are a lot of afab reader's and i wouldn't want other’s to feel left out.

• When requesting please be nice and patient, im not writing anything if i feel threatened or rushed.

(Im a sensitive mf)

• I don't do character x character. I just write character x reader

• First person scares me fr, Tf is Me, Myself, And I 🫵😨

(Idk if this follows the topic but i just wanted to get that out there, i was afraid if i were to be requested including first persons pov i think i would've shit my pants. No offense to my first person lovers fr HELPP)

• I like Wolfwood, yeah ik y'all don't care but if i were to get a request including him i'd flip. Extra points if it has good prompting🔥🔥

• I’m a beginner aha

• Multi fandom but im only fixated on Trigun/Trigun stampede right now🎉 (aha about that..) -Edited

Things i WONT write:

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-Incest

-Rape

-Pedophillia

-SA

-Age gap (Ex: if it were to be a modern AU and it was between a student and a teacher, hell no.)

-Yandere reader/character

-Poly relationships

-Rough smut

Thing's i WILL write:

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-Fluff

-Angst

-Romantic

-Platonic

-Idk about smut but ask first(?)

-Romantical smut (no abuse or anything relating to that)

-Mental health/Mental disorders (i got some but if you have one that i don’t understand i will have to reject your request, for i am in no place to write it)

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One thing you need to know about me is that i can find things hard to understand or get the grasp of, so in that matter i will skip/reject a request if i cannot understand it :')

Second thing you need to know about me. I cannot focus for the life of me and I'm very easily distracted, sometimes i'd start writing only for me to get out 4 words and stop. Apologies if some writings seem rushed, i feel as if i need to get it out there before i give up or make someone impatient 🔥🔥

Anyways that's all i hope y'all reading this understand, drink water and stay hydrated fr or I'll put water up your nose.

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Poems

Wolfwood x Gn!reader

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I wish to be with you forever

I wish to hold your hand

I wish to kiss your roughened tobacco laced lips until time stops

You are everything to me

You are my other half

Mine, always, and forever.

How could i ever thank you

How could i ever repay you

For everything you've done

For me and everyone else around you

I can't stand the way you look at me

I can't stand it when you're involved in harms way

One of these days im scared you won't wake up by my side

Your side of the bed empty and cold.

The way you can be so careless when it comes to saving me

Why is that?

I don't remember being so worth it

So worth of dying for

So worth of loving for.

You take my hand in yours

You Cant stop complimenting me on how beautiful i am

I look at you in so much awe

how gracefully the sun hugs your face

The stubbles on your jawline visible

That charming smile lighting the gloominess of it all

You look at me

And i look at you.

"I love you"

I couldn't help myself

It took everything in me to hold back those 3 words

But the expression on your face is priceless

I couldn't help repeating it

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you.

Silence took over us both

I've never seen you so expressive

The light in your eyes starting to shine brighter

As the words smoothly flow through my lips

I notice how you stare at my lips

I smile softly deciding to close them

It's almost as if you were disappointed.

Space was nonexistent

The way it only took 2 steps to close the gap between us

My heart began to still

Your lips form up into a smile

One that holds so much happiness

I couldn't help but stare into your gray colored eyes

As you stared into mine.

I was always told to cherish the one's i love

Make every second count

You looked so peaceful when you slept

It's as if you had no care in the world

I didn't wish to disturb your peaceful sleep

But i felt the urge to cradle you in my arms

You felt so warm

I wish this moment could last forever,

But im afraid this moment has ended long ago.

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Vash has gotten jealous of how seemingly close the two of you and Nicolas got. He wouldn’t exactly list himself as the jealous type but right now in this moment he’d be lying if he wasn’t a TAD bit jealous of the proximity.

It’s been YEARS since your last departure from the life you and Wolfwood shared. You and Nicolas were basically joined at the hip by how close the both of you were. To say being friends with the undertaker was fun and exciting, it brought more eagerness to explore the world in front of you with your best pal Nicolas. Upon meeting again a new feeling has replaced itself, since when was he so..attractive? Are those stubbles across his jawline? Geez he doesn’t look how he was back then..

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This was actually supposed to be a thought but i got carried away in the moment so this is a oneshot/imagine. I wanted to write this out before i forgot, enjoy :)) this was also inspired by a song that often comes on my fyp so yeah aha

‘Cupid’s Cupid 💘’

Imagine being cupid helping people get together, but you’ve been hopelessly looking for someone to love and reciprocate your feelings.

The job you’re assigned only gets overbearing seeing couples surrounding you 24/7, you start to give up this hopeless feeling of romance and continue your job without a care. No one was going to be your cupid so why should you carry on this feeling?

It wasn’t long until you tagged along with Vash and the others where you soon noticed a man named Wolfwood aka Nicolas.

To say the man intrigued you, how was he able to carry around that cross everyday? Along with chain smoking every chance he could get. It bothered you how much he smoked. It even worried you to a point you went far along the lines to secretly taking them away, and stash them somewhere into the car where he’d never look.

You noticed the change in mood when he couldn’t find his cigarette’s, it was first surprise then came along annoyance when questioning Vash who was innocently eating thomas meat while being shook to death. You couldn’t bear the scene in front of you so you decided to give them back one by one, at the same time you thought he’d grow suspicious finding the same exact packs of cigarette’s lying next to his figure upon awakening. Nicolas wasn’t complaining one bit, but it did bother him not knowing who could’ve stolen his cigarette’s.

It was only days later until you were cornered by the one and only Undertaker. The intense look he gave you sent shivers down your spine as his face became closer to yours asking you a question, it wasn’t long before you remembered why he was asking you such a thing. Were you the culprit of his disappearing cigarette’s? Second’s felt like minutes then turned into hours as his intense stare soon began to soften, the narrow harsh eyes from before shifting into ones of amusement. It wasn’t hard to figure out he whispered, no one ever once mentioned his bad habits of smoking, other than Roberto but he knew the old man wouldn’t have even bothered. He realized how your expressions were ones of worry, concern, and surprise. It wasn’t exactly that complicated to figure out.

You’re now frustrated at the fact how obvious your worry was, mentally you tell yourself off for being so obvious that is until a laugh brings you out of your thoughts to see the ravenette has taken a step back with his weapon hanging off of his finger. With a teasing tone he’d ask if you were that worried about his health, you didn’t deny it as you gave him a nod.

Surprised at the action he’d smile, but only for a second as you saw him begin to walk off. Not before giving you a paper. You were confused to why he’d be giving you a piece of paper only for your eyes to widen at the numbers which formed a good 20,00000 double dollars, despite stealing his cigarette’s and giving them back he still wasn’t satisfied with the results.

Cupid could never fulfill their romantic fantasies, but maybe, just maybe,,, this could be the one.

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I had this stuck in my head for a while but idk if it makes sense or not so bear with me.

Imagine there’s a reader with some sort of ability(?), they aren’t a plant nor anything near as an experiment but a deadly disease. HEAR ME OUT i loved history and learning about it like watching movies/clips/youtube videos in class n stuff, but what i was mostly intrigued in was the bubonic plauge/black death. You might be thinking where am i going with this? Well lets say reader is a walking disease traveling nowhere really since they really have no where to go, along with anyone to rely on since they’re known as the black death/the plauge.

People don’t know who they are at first when they come across them, the first incident broke out when they were roaming with no masking or protection leading to where everyone was catching onto this said disease and basically barricading theirselves inside homes/shelters.

It was an innocent interaction when reader’s hand came in contact with a little kid’s hand, she had the biggest smile on her face when she greeted her new friend they met during a shoot down where component’s were facing off into a gun throw down. It wasn’t long until everyone broke out into a frenzy watching as the little girl soon crumple in front of readers eyes, the disease wrapping itself around her hands causing it to go limp and decay while the rest of her body did the same. Not only did it stop there, it spread to the people around them decaying and screaming for help.

Weeks later did they only find the material to make their very own clothing that would protect people from themselves, aha you guessed it a beaked mask, gloves, and a long coat. Now imagine having to walk through a desert with that kind of clothing on the average human would’ve collapsed from heat stroke and died, but diseases can’t die could they?

I hope y’all at least understand what im going on about wouldn’t it be so cool to read about a reader being the Plauge? How would they meet with Vash and the others, do they remain a secret or do they tell them right off the bat.

Imagine having like the coolest names ever

Vash The Stampede

Undertaker/Punisher

The Black Death/Bubonic plauge/ The Plauge

Idk i thought this was a thing i needed to share😭

Love and Peace? Nah Death and Decay.

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Smirks

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This is all Vash’s Part☠️☠️ i didn’t even mean it to be that long HELEO but this mean’s i have to add just as much to Wolfwood’s, don’t worry i love that man🦾🦾🔥🔥💯💯

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So far Vash is in the lead! Where I’m already writing it out. After the following Nicolas will come afterwards! :)) these prompts were actually asks and i couldn’t decide which one i should do first.

So expect a Jealous Vash otw!!!

(I was totally not one of the Wolfwood voters aha)

Vash has gotten jealous of how seemingly close the two of you and Nicolas got. He wouldn’t exactly list himself as the jealous type but right now in this moment he’d be lying if he wasn’t a TAD bit jealous of the proximity.

It’s been YEARS since your last departure from the life you and Wolfwood shared. You and Nicolas were basically joined at the hip by how close the both of you were. To say being friends with the undertaker was fun and exciting, it brought more eagerness to explore the world in front of you with your best pal Nicolas. Upon meeting again a new feeling has replaced itself, since when was he so..attractive? Are those stubbles across his jawline? Geez he doesn’t look how he was back then..