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ghoulangerlee · 13 days ago

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i don't know ive just been thinking about the concept of the new papa being trapped inside the church and the chapter video being a red herring so yknow. have a ficlet or something about it! no name for the new guy yet bc we don't know what he looks like so just think of him as An Entity :)

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He has been...trapped for a while now, his soul tied to the innermost corner of the church; a dark room with a single window. Sometimes he thinks he can see the sun when it sets, but for the most part, it's dark, all too dark.

He can hear the call of his Father, the Great One Below, a low rumble of stone and fire, words licking at the edges of his conscious as he bides his time, waits; he is patient after all, after having been here for so long, time starts to melt together.

The words make no sense to him, not that he expects that much, not when She had taken away his ability to Understand; it was for his own good, She had promised him, her touch hesitant yet caring, gentle in an almost terrified way as she brushed her thumb across his forehead, her eyes glowing in the low light of his bedroom.

He had been young then, but he still remembers it vividly, her fear thick in the room as she took away another tie to Him. To his Father.

He had felt when She'd made another deal, a twisting feeling in his gut, the heavy disappointment as She had realized that he wouldn't be able to resist Him if She had left him untethered as he was.

It's a shame really, because he probably could have called her Mother if She had given him a chance.

The day She dies, he feels it, deep in his gut, in the same was he feels when His Twin mourns her; the contempt he'd held for Her long gone now that he'd ascended to Papa.

It's also, on the day that She dies, that he feels the binds tying him to this despicable room start to unravel, come apart at the seams, as if someone or something had been working at them, waiting and biding time until Her hold on them had weakened and went away.

His Twin steps into Her place, but no one tells Him that he must use the dormant magic inside of him to keep the Clergy's Mistake tethered to the church.

And so he waits, listens as hard as he can while he lets Him do the work, bringing forth a frenzy in the church, a hush among everyone as the New One is ready to ascend, bringing forth a new era for them with His Twin ushering in and welcoming the new Papa.

He hears it, when the doors start to creak, start to shake at the hinges, a crackle in the air of thick, dark magic that builds and builds and builds as it surrounds him--

His time has finally come.

#im firmly in the copia isn't nihil's kid camp bc im firmly in the camp that nihil isnt the father to her children #and as such maybe copia wasnt the first child she made a deal for #maybe he's /copia/ because he's supposed to be a copy of the actual first deal #but the first deal was too much he was too evil #and copia can be evil in his own right but im talking about the first child was too much for sister to handle #so they banished him to rot away in the church #but maybe just maybe satan has something to say about His Offspring being forsaken to rot away for all of eternity #IDK man i still love copia to death this just came to me in a vision okay #i still think copia is the antichrist but maybe the other kid was just The Worst One #they're twins but they're not actual twins in the sense that they came from the same sperm #but twins in the sense that they are two halves of the same whole :)#thank you for reading my tags maybe one day ill tack this into a post for real instead of adding it to the tags that maybe no one reads!!

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multiverse-imagines · 2 years ago

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DeadTides of ao3

I know I already requested somethin once BUT. I think you will like this one:

Reader giving the love Vash deserves, praising him and kissing all, i repeat, all the scars on his body. Like. Homeboy needs this so much.

and g/n reader pretty pls <3

A/N: Aw, Dead! Don't you know this is an all you can eat request buffet???? Make as many requests as you like, as long as you don't mind a wait time!!

You emphasized ALL the scars, so I Hear you loud and clear! I love a good challenge. I'm gonna kick Nightow-sama's butt for not making proper references for his scars. Finding all the manga panels with his scars is a pain in the ass. Challenge accepted! Body worshiping is back on the menu, ya moots!!!! AND IT'S GONNA BE PRETTY SPICY

(Also when I say "his left/right" it's from his perspective, not as you look upon him. That gets confusing for me sometimes too.)

Until Your Heart is Full

It had been a long day of travel on the Sand Steamer, and the two of you had finally arrived in December. The twin suns had sunk under the sand, allowing the chill of the night to keep you both awake long enough to get back to the Inn.

Arriving in the room, you both set down your bags, and were quick to change into pajamas. The two of you were used to sharing a bed at this point, and you were even familiar with his scars, though you respected that he didn't want to show them often.

Vash had been pretty quiet since this morning. He was in his head again. The two of you had a visit from a friend of Vash's who worked on the Sand Steamer. Dropping by unannounced, Vash had been wearing his pajamas, consisting of a t-shirt and sweatpants. This showed his mangled looking arm and prosthetic.

Although his friend still made friendly conversation, the look that flashed from astonishment, to worry, to pity, and then back to normal wasn't missed by you, meaning it certainly wasn't missed by Vash. Since then, he'd been quiet, only speaking when spoken to.

You cuddled up to him in bed, and he curled into you, snuggling into your chest.

"Are you okay, Vash? You've been quiet ever since this morning." You broke the ice on the subject.

"Yeah, it's just…" Vash trailed off. He hugged you tightly again with a long deep breath before answering, "I'm so ugly." He huffed.

"Excuse you?" You immediately peeled him off of you, "What the fuck did you just say about my boyfriend?"

"You saw the way Dan looked at me, I'm-"

"Nu-uh, absolutely Fuckin' not. You are not allowed to Insult my beautiful, gorgeous, divine, absolute Angel of a boyfriend. That's my future husband you're talking shit about, and I won't fucking stand for it." Vash's eyes were wide in astonishment, his brain still trying to process such threatening kindness.

"I-Im sorry?"

"Damn right you better be sorry. Nobody talks about my man like that. You spend so much time giving your love to others that you don't even use any on yourself. I'm insulted."

"What? No! Don't be insulted!" He held his hands up on both surrender, in an attempt to comfort you.

"I am! You are gorgeous from your spiky needle noggin, down to your cute little toes!!!"

"But, all of these-"

"Especially your scars, Darling." You pushed his shoulder to the bed, climbing on top of him once he was on his back, "and I'm gonna prove it to you." Your voice softened as you leaned down where he was hiding his bright red face with his hand,

"Can I show you the love you deserve?" You removed his hand, pinning it above his head, your fingers intertwined. His eyes stared into yours, a little fearful, but softened as he audibly gulped.

"Please? Fuck." He huffed. You two were no stranger to the horizontal dance with no pants, but Vash was always so shy and sensitive with such vulnerability.

You loved the constant blush, and how loud he got. It almost got you thrown out of a hotel because he had been so loud. He enjoyed sweet love, but nothing compared to when you took charge and left him a blushing, incoherent mess beneath you.

"Your hair is always so soft, and the color of sunflowers that my mom used to tell me about." You pressed kisses into his hair, messing it up on purpose, "Your cute little ears, and the little earring here." You nibbled on the shell of his ear, eliciting a squeak from him,

"Your sensitive neck. I love to just kiss it, and hear your beautiful voice. Moaning for me, screaming my name like a good boy. You always do such a good job." You whispered into his ear before kissing the scar on the left side of his neck. His body shivered at the praise, and he sighed out your name,

"Lemme take off your shirt, and love you until your little heart is so full it could just explode. Can I, Angel? Can I?" You kissed his jawline and tugged on his t-shirt.

"Rip it off me for all I care, I need you." He whined.

"We can't keep buying new T-shirts everytime we get in bed, Love, but I'll take this pesky shirt from you." You leaned back, and helped him sit up so you could peel his shirt off of him.

"There's my handsome angel." You said when the shirt revealed his face, giving him sweet kisses as you eased him back onto the bed, You kissed each piece of metal covering his left pectoral before making your way up to his left shoulder where the three slash marks curved with his shoulder.

You made your way down, kissing the line with dots that led down to the border of his prosthetic arm. You lifted his arm, kissing down every inch.

You knew he didn't feel as much through this arm, but it deserved the same amount of love as the rest of him. You kissed his hand, and every finger tip and bottom. He chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm. You let his arm go, leaning back down to visit Vash's lips once more.

"You're so kind, Vash. Protecting everyone, even though you pay the price." You whispered as you kissed the large scar that lay over his right shoulder. You moved to the mirroring curved scars on his shoulder, feeling his hips buck under yours.

"I've always loved your arms. You're so strong, and you work so hard to stay in tip top shape." You praise as you kiss the scar that wraps around his right bicep, "remember that time you held me against the wall in the shower? That was the hottest shit."

"I almost dropped you… twice." His face turned away in momentary guilt.

"I would have been okay, Angel. We humans aren't so fragile."

"Oh I know you aren't." He smirked. You gave a gentle bite to the two little bolts in his arm, causing a small yelp from him. You giggled as you lifted his lower arm, kissing the scar near his elbow, the one below it, the line with dots below his elbow, the slash of 3 above his wrist, the line with dots below it, the wide one on the top of his hand, and the little stitches just above the joint of his thumb.

This was quite the task, but you were having fun so far. Vash was still a feverish mess below you. His unoccupied prosthetic hand rested on your hip. After kissing each of the fingers in his right hand, you returned to his chest once again, kissing the large spreading scar on his right side.

"You're so sexy, Angel. A beautiful person inside and out." You kissed a trail over to the little cross on his left hip, "please never forget that, as long as you live." You moved to the scar between the cross and the grate, "you deserve to be loved," you kissed the top metal bar on his left rib, "adored," the second, "and cared for." The third.

Kissing the scar below the bars, and the lines with dots, it appeared you'd covered every scar on the front of his torso.

"Aw, looks like you're out of places to kiss." Vash almost seemed disappointed.

"Nonsense, my love. You just gotta take your pants off. I told you I gotta get all of them. Every. Single. Scar. Needs. Love." You pressed kisses along the elastic of his pants. The hitches in his breath were all you needed to hear before his hands rushed to remove his pants.

"Can we make love after this? This is just so much." Vash sat up and pressed kisses into your neck.

"If you're patient, and let me kiss every scar on your body, we can. But you gotta be a good boy for me. Can you do that, Puppy?"

"Y-yeah, Mayfly, I can." He gave you a few more kisses before laying back down.

Though it pained you to prolong making love to your precious Stampede, you were on a mission, and you would not fail.

Thankfully, Vash didn't have too many scars in the… boxer space. He had one that ran along the V of his hips, and you pressed an especially sweet kiss to it before moving to his thighs.

You caressed the metal strips on his right thigh before gently kissing them. Vash stifled a moan as you kissed the large scar on his thigh, and pressed a trail of kisses to the scar that trailed around his right knee. You snaked your kisses to the slashes on his inner calf, the twin ripples on his ankle, and the scar that spanned the width of his foot.

Kissing a scar on his left ankle, you continued your quest up his left leg to the scar below his knee, and on the outside of his knee.

You kissed the wide gash on Vash's outer thigh, before hooking your hand underneath his knee to give the scar on his inner thigh a few gentle misleading kisses before giving a snarky pinch with your canine teeth.

The yelp that came from Vash was higher pitched than anything you'd heard him emit before, his hips jerking away from your grasp.

"Can't let you get too excited, Vashie." You giggled at the disgruntled pout in his face as you rubbed your cheek against his raised knee. You let go of his leg, allowing him a brief moment to breathe. This was a lot for him to take in.

Although the two of you spent a lot of time caring for each other on such an intimate level, he usually got a break while he took his turn giving you love. However, with this scar kissing endeavor, he hadn't had any time to cool down.

"Are you okay, my love?" You checked in, giving gentle kisses to his jawline.

"Please hurry. I'm gonna explode if this goes on much longer." He whined.

"But you've been such a good boy for me. You can hang on a little longer, can't you?" You cradled his face, looking into his pleading ocean eyes. Those eyes then accompanied a half lidded sigh, your name and airy melody on his lips.

"Vash~" you mimicked him. You giggled at his frustration, captured his lips, and tangled your fingers in his hair with one of your hands.

"Alright, Angel, Flip." You smirked.

"F-flip?"

"Yeah, I don't know if you noticed, but you have hella scars on your back too."

"Oh, Fuck, but those are the real sensitive ones!" He whined.

"You'll be okay, Angel. You'll do great, I promise. You're my big strong man, after all." You smiled as you moved off of him to allow him to lay on his stomach. He folded his arms under the pillow, propping himself up slightly.

You climbed on top of him once more. Finishing the kisses to the scar that spanned his right shoulder, you trailed around the back of his neck, kissing the two on his left shoulder.

You gently caressed the triangular plate on his left scapula, before kissing the three bolts, then the plate itself. You trailed down to the gash near his spine, giving attention to the two on the opposite side.

You kissed the scars just on the outskirts of the three metal bars on the right of his ribs you'd kissed previously, kissing them again just for funsies.

The largest scar on his back splayed from his ribs, to his hip, and nearly around to his side. For this scar, you made sure to kiss every point, and every spot in between. It needed extra love.

You felt Vash tense up, his hips pressing into the bed below him. You heard your name escape his lips, and you repressed a giggle before continuing. You gave gentle bites to the little bolts that stuck out of his left side.

He yelped once more, shooting you an attempted dirty look, but the lust in his eyes covered it up all too well. You kissed two lines of sutures on his right hip, feigning ignorance on the annoyance you had given him.

Before you would proceed to his legs, there was one scar you might have admitted you were afraid of kissing. It was the one on his right butt cheek. You massaged his lower back to buy yourself some confidence. Actually kissing his ass? You would never live that down. On the other hand…

You thumbed the cheeky scar, Vash voicing a little hum.

"Well, Mayfly? You said all of my scars." He didn't lift his head from the pillow, but you know he had that stupid sneering kitty face plastered to his sassy mug. Annoyed, you leaned down with the utmost elegance before giving a gentle but equally snarky bite to the scar. Vash's body tensed as he yelped, and nearly turned over, but you held his leg down. You giggled as you continued down his leg like nothing had happened.

"Wow, so-rry!" He grumbled, but quickly fell back into bliss as you kissed a rippling scar on his right thigh. You noticed another stitch job on the inside of his left thigh, and you took a moment to give it a gentle kiss.

Vash tensed up again as you moved to another set of three metal pieces on the back of his left thigh. Farther down there was a scar of the upper part and lower part of his calf.

On his right calf you found another line of stitch work, and two more metal bars. You bent his right leg at the knee, and kissed the scar on his ankle, and the one on the bottom of his left foot.

"There, Angel. That should be all of them." You smiled, allowing him to roll over. He sat up, basically tackling you to the bed. He pelted you with a barrage of kisses all over your face, lips, neck and shoulders.

"Mayfly, you made me feel so loved. My turn. Please lemme have a turn." He begged. You giggled and tangled your fingers into his hair.

"Okay, okay, Vashie, we can make love as your reward for being such a patient boy." You cooed to him, bringing his lips to yours. He sighed out your name once again as he gave you the sweet and tender love that only a scarred man like Vash could give.

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #jesus fucking christ theres so many scars #but i will eternally love all of them #because he's worth it

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